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It's a new day as the hot sun starts,
here reporting on the cheese battle.
Overnight the wine and cheese taverns,
moved in for the cracker spread.
The cider & charcuterue shacks,
were not having any of that.
They are fighting back hard,
with hard salami and cubed cheddar.
Looks like they will not let some wine and cheese taverns,
win this cheese battle.
As the sun sets,
both sides are very tired.
The wine and cheese taverns,
did the unthinkable.
They let loose the wine,
and drowned the other side.
This reporter from String Cheese City,
is signing off for tonight I'm Sharp Slice.
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How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
all my life i seek a truth in you
the reply i get is an anvil to the skull
banished from view, i begin a journey for a definition of self
all the while i figured i could rid myself of all thoughts of you
yet and still the planted seeds continue to bloom in my mind
honestly, i guess the overall feel will never go away
one day i may even kiss the tip of your grave
misery can inspire through the unfortunate realms of woe
invisible wishes are like flashing cameras in constant continuum
the art of a schoolboy crush turned to murky tap water overnight
for the rest of my life i seek solace for the sake of my curiosity
if i ever see you again, i will pray for a kiss from an angel
newly rooted in renewal will be all trust and honesty in every drection
maybe then we can be each other's hero and heroine respectively....
Having decided to move on he trekked onwards down to Lake Malawi pausing overnight
on its lush banks. Watching the animals and birds coming to drink in the fading light,
lions roaring nearby. Nearly time for them to hunt, an awesome display of their might.
Yet seldom messing with the elephants, little chance against their towering height.
Moving on come morning following the coast through Mozambique the ocean a pretty sight
murmuring waves lapping the coral white sands and forming pools an eel giving him a fright
Steadily heading south destination Durham. There to catch a clipper finding its berth tight.
Avoiding the bows where caught fast is a ray stinking worse than potato blight.
Blown off course, he sees Table mountain towering cast in tropical golden light
Impatient now to make up lost time the captain orders full sail and the ship takes flight
over the Indian Ocean watching the dolphins cavorting , they arrive at Port Hedland a welcome sight
The horror has continued unabated, the killing of innocent mortals in our clime, and the attendant reprisals that follow has refused to stop. The scary and slippery road we took to get here I do not understand. I never remember when we embarked on this journey until we got to where we are now. Who took us through this path, this path of damnation? No one is taking responsibility.
Known gunmen on uniform are killing extrajudicially. They torture without any recourse for reason, no recourse for discourse. Yea, uniform men kill those they are meant to protect with reckless abandon. Now the masses are on rampage. Unknown gunmen have taken over the scene to avenge the death of their loved ones. Now more innocent people are victimized. The question still remains, who is going to bell the cat?
The little children are crying, children whose parents were killed by known and unknown gunmen are crying. Those whose parents were killed by uniform men extrajudicially are crying, and those whose theirs were killed on the reprisals are crying louder. Now the little children are orphaned, no father to play with, no father to pay their school fees. They are crying because they have no one to call Dad. The children have been made vulnerable. What about the women rendered widows overnight? Women and children are the victims.
I'm beginning to feel guilty, guilty of the crime I did not commit. Maybe I should have stopped the killings or at least do something to save the children from losing their parents. Where is our conscience? Where is our morals? Where is our compassion? What about our faith, or have we lost trust in God?
I, Orochi Chikaodiri Orochi Joshua am asking for peace. WE WANT PEACE IN OUR LAND.
Love makes me lovesick
I want some self-esteem, but I am lost inside of you.
I’m licking my wounds after another battle with love.
I thought we were living the dream, but now I know that is untrue.
All that you did for me was never enough to earn my trust.
I drag you inside my heart for a feeling,
Because all I can feel is I need to be leaving.
Love me forever! Or I will turn my back on you.
I am sick to the stomach of your idea of love
And I cannot allow you to keep on stealing.
I give and you take and give nothing in return;
Silence your lies and leave the memories to burn.
Stir your pot and I will let you once more churn;
You lied and I cried and now you have become not even mentioned…
Not even Her.
Left to be forgotten by a love of a life;
A possible true love became my destruction overnight.
A love like this makes me feel sick!
So I am ok with just leaving it.
A pessimist is never disappointed;
With you I have become severely disjointed.
I miss the memories of those days of love or something.
Reality bites, something was never real
And this love you claim to give out is really…nothing.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
There’s a global inflation problem
everywhere lungs are puffed up
heads are swollen.
Balloons increase in volume overnight.
The cost of rubber bands
has been stretched to its limits.
We recall sadly the heady days of deflation,
when shrinkage gave us more space
to spread, to drink our fill
of a less bloated air.
Politicians and pronouns
are loudly popping
empty suits and Stetson hats
billow and blow more than we can
know.
We see the mushrooming clouds
of bluster and bluff from afar.
The world pumps on way too hard
continents expand beyond their land.
The sky busts out of its high wide window.
Soon we shall see
how it will be before the big bang
as we escalate into fat flatulent globs
and awfully slow, bulky, bouncing blimps.
I rail against my feeble body that once was so swift
despair when tasks take three times longer now
it crept up on me seemly overnight, this thing they call age,
it pulls me down with it's agonising slowness
Always been the adventurer travelling the world
lived in some strange places with different rules
strived to live each minute to the max, exalt in life
taking no as no answer, digging under the surface
Many wondrous sights I have seen during my life
the miracle of birth, so fresh and new each time
so full of promise, a whole life yet to be lived
all that's before you is a blank sheet waiting patiently
I know for me that sheet is very full of doings
life is for living and boy, I have lived it in full
yet still I rail against age itself and the slowness
the saving grace is, my mind can still take flight when it likes
Yet this shell in which I abide is crumbling
each year I seem to get slower and slower
such a pain, a burden and a strain on me
oh, to be young once more and be able to be fast
since maintaining a diet
of exercise heeding "yo dude"
(you look like a lady)
the inner fitness maven against
the temptation of high caloric junk food
and nightly snack king
on a flexible fitness routine,
this LIX aged body electric feels good
these myopic eyes and
well-calibrated hands measure less dense hood-
winking bosom, that if I feigned being
a "bared naked lady" -
as per this chest lewd
city in reference to "man boobs"
that seemed to materialize overnight
now appear to decrease as well
that unwanted "love handle,
this chap more inclined
tubby in a greater mood
to parade around
this noncrowded house shirtless
AND definitely NOT in public,
BUT no weigh Jose
would this generic guy go completely nude
cuz being self-consciousness of my physique
might prompt outsiders
to consider me a prude
and even during closed bedroom door
sexual exploits deter me tibia rude
fellow (with average go daddy long legs)
and my dangling dipstick smallish
(concluding biology screwed)
a chap worthy tube he more endowed,
though gratitude proffered
to same divine cosmic consciousness
but as the year's pile up appreciation
of functional faculties alter matts' at tee 'tude
accepting physical characteristics
more or less static
hoe ping belive mass elf ya wood.
How the pulchritude of a flower aerates
Playing ecstasy to all that see it to stay
A perfect replica of a mortal rates
How good the God's graces in it array
Whose slippery beauty per se, a threat to the global ford
Rampaging zeal in all to have its call
But fragility places a gateway of a gloomy cord
Over the wreckage of fashioned stars preserve and fall
How swift beauty freezed
A lasting pain in the memory of a lady
When ravished in the dark, mutilated and squeezed
The pride of age turns everlasting sorrow and moody
O wondrous mystery, joy fades overnight
And the work of glory timely blight.