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Once a friend of mine invited me for lunch
A celebration he planned for his book launch,
The book was on traditional Indian cuisine, I knew
No very different from its modern cousin or new.
I was hesitant to join for my stomach was upset
He pleaded with me, let the plan not get upset.
I must join the friend’s party, how could I say no
For it was a special event in his life, I should know.
He would take care, being an accomplished chef
For me, he assured, food would be entirely safe.
I decided to not enter into a friendly row
But to go, occupy a chair in the back row,
Enjoy the lunch as best I could to the last course
And not utter a word about stomach, of course.
I went for the lunch on a winter day quite chilly
Vowing to avoid the food items with lots of chilli.
Through morning my friend made things all ready
For the party he threw, guests had arrived already.
While cheese and toast rested untouched for a while
We proposed a toast to his success as a chef of style.
Matching the rhythm of our warm and soft whine
Rose red wine rose and swirled in shining glasses thin.
I was delighted to see on the table dishful curd
So much good for my stomach, I shouldn’t discard.
The fat naan was so liberally buttered all over
None possibly would have eaten in their life ever,
Flat bread made of finest flour of well bred wheat
Looked like blooming flowers on the floral plate.
The flavor of famous basmati rice as it would rise
I would favor to have it instead of bread to be wise,
Sprinkle of spring onion with smell of spring in fish curry
Added to the gastronomic delight, a treat far to carry,
Meat in gravy with basal green layer of fresh basil leaf
Could meet the culinary acumen of any expert chef,
The salad of beet root, leek, lime and touch of olive
Could beat any such combo in the world, I believe.
Before scoops of ice cream could bury the red berry
The dessert disappeared as if in desert heat in a hurry.
My friend’s hospitality won the hearts of one and all,
Thanking him amply we departed before the nightfall.
We expressed the appreciation for the food aloud
As much as our satiated minds sincerely allowed.
December 3, 2017.
Alber’s Tamale Pie, Australian Meat Pie, Apple Pie, Amish Country Strawberry Pie,
Bacon Pie, Bean Pie, Boston Cream Pie, Butterfinger Pie, Banana Cream Pie, Blueberry Pie,
Chicken Pot Pie, Crunchy Carmel Apple Pie, Chocolate Chip Pie, Chocolate Pudding Pie,
Date Pecan Pie, Date Custard Pie, Dutch Apple Pie, Date-nut Pie, Date Cream Pie,
Egg and Bacon Pie, Egg Custard Pie, Eggnog Pie,
Figgie Pudding Pie, Fig Pecan Pie, Fig Sweet Dough Pie, French Silk Pie.
German Onion Pie, Grandma’s Egg Custard Pie, Gluten Free Apple Pie,
Ham, Leek & Potato Pie, Ham and Spinach Pie, Ham and Eggs Pie, Heavenly Pie,
Iberian Chicken Pie, Irish Shepherd’s Pie, Italian Sausage Pie, Impossible Pie,
Jolean's Butterscotch Pie (Pennsylvania Dutch Style), Jelly Cream Pie, Jelly Bean Pie,
Kiss Pie, http://picky-palate.com/2010/12/20/kiss-pies/
Layered Chicken Enchilada Pie, Libby’s Famous Pumpkin Pie, Lemon Meringue Pie,
Mile-High Cabbage Pie, Mint Chocolate Chip Pie, Mississippi Mud Pie,
Nacho Pot Pie, Nutter Butter Frozen Peanut Butter Pie, Nummy Easy Key Lime Pie,
One Bowl Brownie Pie, Old Fashion Buttermilk Pie, Old-Fashioned Oatmeal Pie,
Pumpkin Pie, Pork Pie, Pink Lemonade Pie, Peach Pie, Pineapple Refrigerator Pie,
Que Passa, What’s up? No Q-Pies? Oops! Quiche' Pie!
Red Velvet-Woopies Pie, Rhubarb Custard Pie, Raspberry Swirl Cheesecake Pie,
Stove Top Tamale Pie, Spinach Ricotta Pie, Sweet Potato Pie, Strawberry Fudge Pie,
Turkey Pot Pie, Tomato Pie, Tater Tot Chicken Pie, Tofu Dream Pudding Pie,
U Won’t Believe It Chicken & Broccoli Pie, believe it or not, it’s a pie!
Vegetable Pie, Vegan Pumpkin Pie,
Weight Watcher’s Shepherd’s Pie, White Chocolate No-Bake Cheesecake Pie,
Xanax Pie. Yep! That’s what they call it! http://www.medschat.com/topics/xanax-pie/
Yellow Squash Pie and Yellow Yogurt Pie
Zucchini Crescent Pie, Zucchini Squash Pie, Zebra Cream Pie, and Zebra Pie…enjoy!
Written For Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Plentitude of Pies
October 16, 2014
Aint what I thought you were
guess now I'm a punk
them rings and things
guess you call it stuff and junk
had me going
scheming triffling thing
our relationship is over
just let me be
don't come round here
I aint got nothing
left to say
you got what you want
Woman just stay away
loopside love
a distorted reality
find your way with him
baby just let me be
From The Movie Hocus Pocus the songs of real black witches. Nalliss Noche a woman who beleives in open relationships. Her "Urban Sound" courtsey of Music Majic and Song. Wierding menz Is what I do with samples of Course You Are by Plimb Cussie and the Plimb Cussie Tripe. Sounds of Music and The lyrics of Woman used with persmission by Go-Go Trival and the Fabulos Triff.
" A Second Chance at Marrage" features Amuff and Gripp from Ya'll and Them Music Company.A second Chance at Marrage(Remix)" done by Big Greazzie and Plump: from Backside and Proud Music Group. "She Lucky" sang by Miss Hoss I. Bee with arrangments by the Terrible Two?wiff Marry Wanna" and Leek Caul Stuff, from Ya'll Phatt!
Sorry is what I get and sorry is what I hear. A word I loath so much, like needles
piercing my ears. Love is a word I hear and love is the word I get but It doesn't mean a
thing when it spills from your lips. Promises get made and promises got broken, like a
none ending cycle because no one knows how to be real anymore. Each time your let
down your heart dies a little more, close to being life less and completely shut off, to all
who try to reach for it. Each tear that slips from your eyes and all the hurt that rises in
side breaks you to nothing because you just can't take it anymore. You feel at your
lowest, feel so unwanted. Because so far everything just goes wrong. But yet you get
back up and you’re ready to love again because that day can be your last; you risk it all
and remind your self to regret noting. You hold your head tall and promise your self
"never again will I let them see me fall" you build up Walls and let no one in close
enough to be able to break your heart but you to break there's. You listen to know one
because. You’re afraid its just evils lies that can leek through your ears. You notice a lot
has changed and a lot is different and wish sometimes it can just be simple again but it
can't that thought scares you to the core of change in your life you may not bargain for.
You know that is life though so you keep trudging on trying to find more but afraid to let
it in. One day you will ask your self "what am I doing here anyways, why am I here?"
Because your life is not as perfect as you want and so much happens you just can't
stand it anymore so you push away all that is close to you. Till you have nothing left
anymore. All you knew is unknown and all you are is long gone. So you don't even know
who you are anymore. And think back to those days when it was easy and great when
you had it all. Why you can’t go back and to it all again?
Form:
for Eric Mottram: 1924-1995 (not because of any debt, felt or incurred)*
one stroke a point
leftstroke bent
hooked
two a cover man
man enter eight borders to cover ice
table receptacle
knife strength
wrap spoon basket
box ten to divine
seal cliff private
also mouth enclosure
earth
scholar follow
walk evening
great woman child
roof inch small
lame crooked corpse
sprout mountain stream
work self
napkin shield
tiny shelter
move on
join hands
a dart a bow
pig’s head feathery
to pace heart spear door
hand branch
tap writings
measure axe square not sun
speak
moon wood owe
stop evil kill
do not compare hair family air water
fire
claws father
change a frame a strip
tooth
ox
dog
dark jade
melon
tile
sweet produce
use field
bolt of cloth
sick back to back
white skin dish
eye lance arrow stone
spirit to track grain cave
erect bamboo rice silk earthenware net
sheep feathers old
plough ear
brush flesh officer from self reach
a mortar tongue opposed boat a limit
colour grass tiger
insect blood do clothes cover
see horn
words
valley
platter
pig
reptile shell red
walk
foot body
cart bitter time
stop & go
city new wine separate village
metal long gate plenty
reach to a bird rain
azure false face
rawhide leather leek
sound heading wind
fly eat head fragrance
horse bone high
long hair fight wine cauldron ghost
fish bird
salt deer
wheat
hemp
yellow millet
black embroidery toad
tripod
drum rodent nose
even teeth drag on tortoise flute
* Eric N.W. Mottram, an outstanding and prolific poet, held the Chair of English and American Literature at King's College, University of London.
[This poem was accepted for publication in Radical Poetics (London).]
From: T. Wignesan
Copyright ©: T. Wignesan, 22-23 November 1995 (from the collection: longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999.
Herein among the furrowed rows
sun ripened cucumbers and leek
twine the grape upon their stakes
tender shoots of produce grow replete
Where honeysuckle alongside jasmine
with tendrils climb the rocken wall
rainbow pigments a mosaic
like earthen shades within the fall
Fair beauty ministers the grounds
drifts perfume of plumaria and rose
wafts lavendar with scents of cardemom
with limestone pathways for barefoot toes
Here garlands do adorn the gates
though there be no need for walls
with granite stairs her entries are
alabaster benches for setting calls
Marble waterfalls and fountains
grace the garden of all delight
where jasper pillars support the arches
and fires light a collonade at night
Here the courtyard is cultivated
to entertain the compnay of Kings
but its fillagree of crowning beauty
is what the humble gardener brings
So like that blooming garden
your fragile grace has captured me
so captivated and entranced
my heart be taken to slavery
Now the gentle breezes coast
there is shelter from all storm
where pools reflect a light so clear
to birth a personality new born
To turn its soil with planted seeds
care to tend upon the fertile crop
whose cornucopia in depth does please
and treasured views will never stop
One Archetech this courtyard built
next to the castle temple grand
spans the torrent river valley
where the trees of life do stand
This is the garden of Gods healing
here the taught do love its sight
where tender hearts can bloom and grow
nothing dangerous here to fight
Lay hold upon the real life
for far better things for you are planned
but only Jesus can lead you through
the final weeding of his land
sources Is 11 , 35 , 55, 65
Apocalypse 21 , 22
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The ABCs of Things Green
Algae, alligator, artichoke, asparagus, aphids, Andradite,
Brussels sprouts, broccoli, Buffalo Treehopper, and beans,
Cuckoo Wasp, Cabbage, cucumber, Common Green Darner, and celery
Dog Day Cicada, Delphinium flowers diopside and dioptase, (rocks),
Emeralds, eyes, endive, evergreen trees, Emerald Ash Borer, Epidote
Ferns, Forests, Frogs, Fungus, Fork-tailed Bush Katydids, and fushite
Green Macaw, Green Jay, green onions, green bottles and boxes
Honeydew melons, Habanera chilies, and Hellebore,
Indian peas, Irish moss, Iceberg lettuce, Ivy, and Iguanas,
Jade vine, Jack-in-the-pulpit, Jade, and the Jolly Green Giant
Kale kelp, katydid, kiwi fruit, kohlrabi, and the Keel Billed Toucan’s bill,
Leeks, lemons, limes, leaf hoppers, leafy greens, and Leprechauns,
Mint jelly, Magnolia, Green Jumping Spider, Morrisonite Jasper, Malachite
New Zealand spinach, Napa cabbage, the Nile River, and Nephrite Jade,
Olives, Ostrich fern, okra, Oak leaf lettuce, olive Sparrow and onion,
Praying Mantis, peas, potato, parsnip, Peach-faced Lovebird, and Prehnite,
Question is, What green thing starts with Q? Some quarks do.
Runner-beans, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Rose quartz, and Rue,
Saddleback Caterpillars, Southern Emerald Moths, snow peas, Serpentine
Tadpole, Turtle, Turf, Turnip greens, Turaco, and Toxic Torbenite,
Unripe bananas and Ugli fruit (both are green then orange)
Velvet Beans, Vidalia Onions, Vegetable leaves, Varovite, and Varisite
White-winged Parakeet, watercress, winter purslane, and wild leek
Xigua melon is a yummy treat
Yellow onions, Yellow-chevroned parakeet, Yellow-green vireo, and yarrow,
Zuchini is the last, but not the least of the ABC’s of Things Green.
As you dance among the leaves absorbing Autumns chilly breeze
Evocative colors brain ingests assist minds eye a peaceful rest.
It may bring you to your knees, this painted landscape of the trees
Every eye, instantly pleased, boredom authentically appeased
Upon thoughts of raking leaves, deceased.
Inhaled moments to be seized as, canvas doesn't capture rapture
Sound amplifies escorting passing hisses
Painting simply is remiss as each leaf blows its own individual bliss
Sensations semi~ breathless, Whirlwind whips to face doth kiss
Spicy cider, crisp cool air, Enticing smells are everywhere
Ion forces that charge hair, Senses transformed to keenly aware
Like cleansing rain comes to care, Autumn has a harvest to share
Pumpkin tastes digested and relished, Gardens abundance is embellished
Palate welcomes earths new harvest,
Soups asparagus and leek guides taste buds to seek
Cinnamon nutmeg sprinkle invites tongue top to twinkle
Hints of future bursting creeks, all signs of how nature speaks
Swelling beauty gently peaks,
Swirling twirling everywhere, dance in Autumns love affair
Let it call you to your knees as you pray within the trees
Spying worker honey bees readying for winters freeze
Brisk intoxicating air expanding lung, Supports the life you are among
Dance as Autumns song is sung, Tantalizing color ubiquitously hung
~The Joyful Season of Thanksgiving has finally begun~
word count 220
WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE
My memories of yesterday are hazy at best
Perhaps they’ve faded away at retribution’s request
Yet somehow I remember popcorn and pop-guns as a child
And then came seventeen when I discovered poppy plants grow wild
My adolescent days are difficult to recall
I hardly remember too many of them at all
But with great difficulty I found a way to cope
For then came seventeen when I discovered dope
I remember she and me holed up in a seedy hotel
It wasn’t but should have been dubbed “Hotel Hell’
Because that’s where the shadows of its hallways had finally led
While I was shooting up on the floor and she upon the bed
In the land of the rising sun is from where the powder came
And there was no one except she and I to blame
Somehow slanted eyes knew precisely what to do
And how to make heroin from the poppies they all grew
We’d checked into that hotel with empty luggage in tow
We left them behind so the clerk never knew when we’d go
We ran up a charge for room service to order up some food
But the dope we had injected mitigated hunger’s mood
Seventeen is now coming upon seventy too fast
And ever fades the remembrances of a very shady past
They are mostly visions my mind commands me not to save
However before I turned twenty I was visiting six very good friend’s grave
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When it's soup season on Poetry Soup
Ingredients are in large selection
Creamy chicken soup is yummy
for both body and soul
it is simple to fix
Step one:
Joseph and John catch the chicken
it runs wild in the back garden
Step Two:
Robert and Richard pluck the feathers
and takes out the entrails
no one else would do this work so well
Step Three:
Wash your hands (I bet they smell)
Step Four:
Tania and Evelyn
fry the chicken in butter
together they sing a cheerful song
Step Five:
Ilene and Jan
is responsible for
leek, bell peppers
and carrot in the pot
their tools are humor
not razor sharp knifes
Step Six:
Hiya who is "chicken" in the group
adds boiling broth stock
Linda tells her to be cautious
kitchen window has been misted by steam
Step Seven:
Let the soup boil for ten to fifteen minutes
Sara says to her husband Bill who stirs the pot
Step Eight: Crème Fraîche
Paula and Heidi adds an extra dash
and taste a little with a wooden spoon
Step Nine:
Victor chops some fresh parsley
he feels refreshed and hungry today
Step ten: Pick your place around the table
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