Long Onions Poems
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We know the secret to winning
The sweet fennel sausage with
sweet relish and eggnog yeast rolls.
The toll of the roll
with caramelized onions
The dungeon were the tomato's
Ripen is scrubbing
Perfect lettuce ooh the sweet relish
Is it delish love your relish
Peggy rolls takes the tolls to another
Level
Sausage sammish and fries damn I
Love your sandwich
Oniony buttered rolls
Like a grill cheese sandwich
I am in love you know
I gotta have it
Tickle me
I am your fool
Staula
The perfect fool
Cheese me up
To a whole new level
Feenl sweet
A seductive devil
The spicy red pepper flakes
Oh foo goodness sakes
We gotta good thang
Going on
It's my song
Won't stand a chance
Music by
Galveston Sweetie
Food by "Greasie"
Courtesy of
Soothing Sounds
And by "Hot LOVER"
OF SHORTIE RICO LLC.
and the Sounds of
Black Music On nc.
invoice number twenty seventy six
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15 violins
10 Chellos
10 bassoons
10 clarinets
5 flutes
5 tubas
10 French-horns
3 bass guitars
2 (pairs) kettledrums
2 snare drums
1 bass drum
1 chimes
1 tom-tom
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6 heads of lettuce
1 quart of artichoke hearts
salad dressing
6 pounds of deli ham
3 pounds of bacon
5 pounds of roasted turkey breast
6 sliced cucumbers (marinaded in vinager, salt, and apple juice, and red pepper flakes, 3 chpped anchovies)
16 tomatoes
2 cups of mixed provolone and swiss chesse
garlic powder
5 onions
19 chicken breast
10 loaves of fresh baked itailain bread
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sip on diss'
1 gallon of brewed tea
1 gallon of grape juice
1 quart of orange juice
2 cups of lime juice
1 fifth of rum
1 quart of cider
2 quarts of pureed strawberries
1 bottle of sweet red win
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sum time for rehersting, sum lyrics:
ya'll know what's up.
let's do it right!
feel what you singing.
let's do-it right!
she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love
she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild
but tamed flavor
for a meat offering
so she flavored a pork roast with
rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme
and the gameyness and wildness of a goat.
she created pocket with in the roast
to hold the flavor of the pork.
this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild
smokey flavor
that which with sauce would be admired
and loved.
her pies were to be of mixture
never allowing a single flavor
to out speak a double flavored mixture.
she combined butternut squash and sweet potato,
with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey
cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and
vanilla and almond extracts
to create a flavor which those who loved
togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense.
apples and figs were liquered to
develop a flavor then to roasted and
suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to
make pies
that the lovers of the world would wish for.
the doughs were sweetened and
fattened by sugar and shortening.
some where cooked as pies and turnovers.
sweet prefections to admire and adore.
the beef's were slowed roasted
to collect the savory juices
that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes
a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy
and brash.
rich with the goodness of
rosemary and thyme
garlic and onions, some graveys were
extended with richness
by horseradish
and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb.
oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with
wines for flavoring and
and were cooked as pies and turnovers.
it she gitt she dew whoop
greasy clappin sweet
shine
kissing in moonlight nights
lovers whisketyed
sleepy
wake up and grind that
dinkie dew
what i'm gonna say to you
in the morning?
A visit to Lidl, can seem like a riddle
But I like to browse through the aisles in the middle
Where you may find farmyards and little toy zoos
Right next to pair of size 5 ladies shoes
The range in the middle seems muddled and weird
The padlocks sit next to a small plastic beard
But I’ve just discovered the madness had spread
The grocery aisles have messed with my head
If you have gone there to chat up female singles
You will not impress with their own branded Pringles
Their fresh eggs are packaged like nothing I’ve seen
Who buys their eggs in a pack of fifteen
It does make some sense to have band-aids for bunions
But what is the purpose of onion-less onions
I can't believe I thought that.
In the shadows of my soul the whispers lingered. It murmured and elegantly sat massaging my last ego in the stool of regrets. My being was lied to, stomped at, shot with words anchored with rays of
acidic venoms.
The truth choked me.
It served anguish on
my haunting mind.
It's hypnotic that I once fancied a strangling viper that vapours the juice from my melted eyes into the mountain of torture.
I stumbled, I swayed to life's thorns of abyss and ensnared by love's cruel crumbs of illusion.
The bruises painted on my canvassed face chuckled at every punch till I lost the willingness to see the glory of the full moon in dark clouds.
My eyes sank into the fire.
My eerie turquoise lips screamed out blue lavas.
I was the sulfur who dared not escape the volcano. Those blows made me regurgitate.
Made me lose my sapling smile.
Orchestrated the loss of myself.
I was thorn from my flesh like onions.
My blood, alarmed in pickled beet hues and I gushed like cano cristales, dangling on the verge of a slit through the wrist.
I didn't want to leave my pumpkins
I didn't want to see them watch me either.
It was selfish to dance with such folly.
To roam in that nightmare of a dream.
It was selfish to leave them suffering the most but my eyes failed me.
My voice joined the chorus
My legs? The soil rejected them.
A breezy glance of creamy smile after
every hit. The devil's only laugh.
How do I make it painless?
No one is saving me from this.
The world would plea I endure
They won't not believe, and neither did I.
Time stood still dancing to my whims.
The wind in pretence, flinched.
The night? It barely covered my shame.
I watched the hessdalen lights take flight without crawling on me.
Do I let his grey kicks
take the last accolades
Or should I grab them
myself, taking the glory?
It's bewildering, I thought that I was loved.
I can't believe I thought that taking my breath would make it easier and filter the pain.
For every dig and storm he imprinted on me,
I forgive myself.
And your stepmom is in the kitchen with the smell of cooking onions
Upstairs your sister is in her room writing college essays and listening to her playlist on full blast
And your little brother is doing his very first homework assignment
And smiling about how much he loves kindergarten
And the fact that he is a big boy now
The cat is on the porch
The dog is in his bed
The stars are all right where they are supposed to be
You may not be talking to anyone
you may be alone in your room
But you are all there
You are all home.
Recently you’ve noticed the look of fear on your sister’s face at any mention of college
have gotten used to your father's grey hair and new glasses
You notice that your brother is too big to carry
he doesn’t always cry when he falls down
your stepmom's face is lined with the years
And her lips are thin
you see your dog walk funny
And you have to call louder for him to hear you
Your cat doesn’t catch birds or mice anymore
She lays in the sun, lazy on the porch
And the neighborhood kids come over to pet her, scratch behind her ears.
but you notice, they aren’t exactly kids anymore
It finally hits you that in less than a year
You won’t all be living together anymore
Your sister will be all the way across the world
In a big school in Italy
She won’t just be across the hall in the other room
And you won’t have dinner together anymore
Or make pancakes on Sunday mornings
And your dog won’t know where she has gone
And your cat will know but won’t understand
Your parents’ bones start to creak
Your brother is getting older and doesn’t hug you as often
And your life is stagnant
But moving too fast all at the same time
You’re dizzy
Your tears won’t come
It all feels so surreal.
Your sister has half a year
You have two more after her
And your bother has 9 more when you leave.
Your childhood will be ripped apart but it will also be scattered like ashes across the world
And you will find pieces of it wherever you go.
Two men stood in my youth
Upon a pedestal which all beheld
Both placed on the reality behind the screen
I put my hand to it and cried
You were my only friends
Mr. Obama, you spoke about change.
All I wanted was change from my dreary life,
And then the other came.
Oh Shrek so glorious in your rotundity,
With you around I felt safe
Your smiling mouth, ears, and eyes
Gave me the comfort I needed to feel.
And there from my surprise
I heard him Mr. Obama say, “We will give it one more try.”
I thought he spoke of his second election
But he spoke of something I could not believe
He pointed to that strange onion
And Shrek smiled him and looked him in the eye
“Believe me!” He cried,
“Your always welcome in MY SWAMP.”
And so he left the swamp of Washington to another,
And chose to live with his significant other
“No more Fiona, my first gentleman.”
And so they winked and kicked Donkey outside.
And so I stood and waited as the green pair came upgraded
“We will defend you young person”
I thanked them and shook their firm hands.
You are too good for us to understand. Fly away free birds.
And so it was they returned to the little TV box.
I never saw them again they disappeared and I felt all was for naught
But as I crawl into bed
I once again see them floating over me-in my head.
Its, ugh, never Ogre
26 SLICES OF PEPERONI
1/2 CUP OF FETA
3 CUPS OF COTTAGE CHEESE
1 CUP OF MOZZEROLLI
1 CUP OF PARMASEAN
1 CUP OF CHOPPED ONION
1/4 CUP GARLIC MINCED
1/4 CHOPPED FRESH BASIL
4 TABLESPOONS OF DREID ORGEGANO
2 TABLESPOONS OF CHOPPED ANCHOVIES
5 CUPS OF GROUND BEEF (COOKED BROWNED)
1 ( TO 1 AND A HALF ) QUART(S) OF TOMATO SAUCE
1/4 CUP OF COOKED BACON CRUMBLED
1/2 CUP OF DICED EGGPLANT
1 BOX OF COOKED LASANGE NOODLES
1/2 CUP OF CHOPPED BLACK OLIVES
1 CUP OF DICED MUSHROOMS
GONE DO YOUR THANG, DO THAT WHAT YOU DO MAN, YOUR THANG. COOK THAT STUFF LIKE YOU SU-POSE TOO, MAN !
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1 CUP OF CHOPPED ALMONDS
1 CUP OF CHOPPED RASIANS
1 CUP OF SHREDDED CABBAGE
2 CUPS OF CHOPPED APPLES
1/2 CHOPPED DATES
1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL
1/2 CUP OF RED ONIONS
1/2 CUP GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP OF CARROTS
4 TABLESPOONS OF MINCED GARLIC
4 TABLESPOONS OF FISHSTOCK
3/4 CUPS OF HONEY
SAUTE CABBAGE AND ONION UNTIL ONIONS ARE TRANSLUCENT, ADD GARLIC, ADD APPLES AND NUTS, AND THEN ADD RASAINS AND DATES ADDING FISHSTOCK AND HONEY, ALLOW TO COOL.
REDUCE,
1 CUP OF GRAPE JUCIE AND 1 CUP OF WHITE WINE
REDUCE ATO ABOUT 1 AND 1 & 1/4 CUP OF THIS MIXTURE
ADD ABOUT 2/3 CUPS TO MIXTURE
STIRRING,
SPRINKLE TOP WITH ABOUT 3 TABLESPOONS OF REDPEPPER FLAKES
THIS IS THE STUFFING FOR EGGROLLS, MAKE EGGROLLS AND FRY UNTIL GOLDEN BROWN.
IN A BAKING PAN ADD, SAUTED GREEN PEPERS ABOUT 1/2 C, 1 /2 CUP OF SAUTEED ONIONS, AND 5 POUNDS OF SHAVED PORK,
SALTED AND PEPPERED, AND ABOUT 1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL, ONCE THE PORK IS COOKED
ADD 1/2 C OF BROWN SUGAR, 1/2 CUP OF REDWINE AND GRAPE JUCIE, 1 TABLESPOON OF GROUND GINGER, 1 TABLESPOON OF CAYENE, 4 TABLESPOONS OF OYSTER SAUCE 1/4 CUP OF GREEN ONION AT THE LAST MINUTE. MAKE A SAUCE AND SERVE WITH EGGROLLS.
learning how to dehydrate food was easy
but it was so hard to convince them
to get over the need for meat.
learning dehydration was easy: expensive but easy.I couldn't forget I called my Lover, she liked doing thing with me so I found it easiest to try recipes where she would taste and motive me to improve my performances. I made up terms as I would go along.One day she made the statement that She could coach a team of men to support her marrying me: due to my lack of concern for her needs as I had fallen in love with my new dehydration machine. She said that she was tired of employing the people of Newfoundland and Labrador to voice her concerns.I didn't get the joke.
I began a cycle of thought believing I could invent a new type of seasoning or at least create a new way to uses buddhas hands,chilis ,garlic, lemon grass,milk, sour cream,potatoes, chives onions and shucked clams, and fish as base for a broth bisque. I then added the gelatiny fat from pig feet stock.I was look ing for a full bodied taste. Something I could feed a soccer team on a cool spring morning, and by lunchtime they'd beg me for more.She inspired me this with her lewd joke: and I felt ashamed until one day, I had made a croutons from 3 loaves of day old bread: The garlicy buttered bread sprinkled with dried parmesan cheese complimented the soup so well that I called people over to taste it. People loved the smokey baconish-garlicy, suttle fishy taste of the creamy bisque were the tender potatoes and onions a combined to create a smooth soothing satisfying herb topped delicacy that wasn't kruel to the palette: but more fullor to tickle the need for more.
the fragrance of the kitchen brings me to full awake status
coffee, oranges, and butter are the first smells to which I alert.
the closer I get, the more aromas I can decipher.
pumpkin spice, onions, Worchester and barbeque sauces are next.
I begin to salivate, ready to sample whatever the cooks will let me have.
Cinnamon! We are having fresh homemade rolls too! Well done!
What smells like chocolate? I ask my mother. Hot cocoa, have some.
My father has begun to dunk round droplets of dough into a grease vat.
Homemade donuts! This might be the best Thanksgivings Day ever!
By the time the turkey, gravy and mashed potatoes are ready
my stomach is growling with crazy appreciation
and I have not tasted much of anything yet.