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Where Eagles Soar
* Isaiah 40:28-31
I view the news and read the paper
And observe so much animosity
The chain effect then seems to be -
It gives birth to hostility
I often shudder with dismay
But when the Bible, I explore
I'm reminded of Cain and Abel
As recorded in Genesis four
With greed and hatred in the heart
What more can we expect
This tragic account is an example
Of results, - if God's way we reject
If I fail to look beyond this strife
And immerse myself in the fray
On the horizon, all I see is gloom
It’s a recipe, - for doomsday
But in the pages of God's Word
I find a promise I can claim *
When evil forces are unleashed
There is victory, - in His Name
Anchored in Him, I climb above
To the plane where eagles soar
That will buoy me through this life
And usher me, into Heaven's door
Colan L Hiatt = 01-20-17
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A field where tall bony trees,
Where hums the cool gentle breeze.
In the gentleness of the grass green,
There lived two rabbits Colin and Tim.
Colin and Tim two best friends,
Lived in little caves in the grassland.
Colin looked like autumn and fallen leaves,
His roasted chestnut fur like all hallows' eve.
Tim looked like winter, his eyes like hibiscus,
His fur as serene as snow, him as lovely as Christmas.
Two buddies, they never fought ,
Hatred, they never got taught.
Their friendship was something so admirable,
As amiable as ever, just like some sweet old fable.
One day they decided to make banana bread,
They were sitting in front of the fire when this thought came into their tiny little head.
Tim brought flour and eggs,
He ran as fast as he could with his galloping legs.
Colin had honey and bananas in his cosy candlelit kitchen,
He decided to read his grandmother's recipe
And began to learn.
They still needed chocolate and baking powder,
Tim went to the market (again) and came back singing louder.
They mixed everything together,
Their heads, light as a feather.
But something very important was still missing—oh! Vanilla,
The batter mixed, then baked, the bread was ready and voilà!
They ate wholeheartedly with smiles as soft as silk,
The banana bread tasted better in the soft pouring rain with some chocolate milk.
Primordial Soup
In the cosmos kitchen of distant past,
When first thoughts of life's creation were cast,
A unique recipe, made its debut,
'Primordial soup', life's creation brew.
Take 6 cups of seawater from seashore head,
Where precursor molecules are purebred,
With carbon atoms, molecules galore,
With hydrogen, oxygen, many more.
Add a sprinkle of salt, make a strong brine,
Which becomes life's spark conductor benign.
Now comes the tricky part, nature's assault,
To get a living being, fused, gestalt.
Set the brew aside to foment and age.
It won't ferment, there's no life at this stage.
Wait for the thunder clouds to roll on in,
With lightning flashes blasting to break-in.
Add a long cast-iron wand to the pot.
Place it outside in a clear exposed spot.
Stand well clear, be patient, wait for the bolt,
To hit the pot, making life with a jolt!
With a bit of good luck and fate combined,
Your precursor chemical mix maligned,
Will become magic primordial soup,
destined to seed entire planets with life.
Your soup is infinitely expandable,
With all sorts of tasty things edible.
For life creates its own ingredients,
Limited only by your expedients!
You name it, vegan, keto, carnivore.
Chock full of all living things you adore!
We have waited for this day to come when we would finally pack up and run. We have waited for this day to come when or battle would be won.
The stakes were already high, and the decree was set for everyone to die, the Thoroughbred in the stable, the football and green gables were part of the clown that was destined to drown and so the guilt trip continued to take a dip.
History has proven to be true and it is loaded with information for me and you, the tennis on the court, the avenue and the boat and the people that like to shout.
I could not understand it all until the women next door gets into a brawl, and then the picture was clear about the enemies far and near. I wasn’t going to buy into it until I run through every line to make sure that the story fits, the author was authentic and the crypto currency was not diabolic.
I have thought hard and long how to sing the unscrupulous song, but the rhythm was not right when you want to roll the dice; the submarine on the ocean floor has finally made it to the shore all the creatures were alive and the misery was revealed in the middle of the night. White sharks don’t attack you unless they are provoked. They will not come near you unless they have something to say to you.
Where do I go from here when I have so much to share, where do I go from here when life has treated me so unfairly? I have written so many cook books yet I don’t know which meal to cook.
The past is gone and the future is yet to come so I have to focus on a recipe that speaks of now important, now is chaotic, now is unkind, now is reality and it speaks truth to the unfamiliar youth.
We have waited for this day to come when we could finally settle down, and have a decent meal and enjoy the cool breeze. We will not be running from tornado, hurricane or typhoon, earthquake will be things in the past and we don't have function in the dark . The climate will be balance and we will not have too much of everything .
It will be perfect period for the multitude to come out of hiding and join the big bands, the parade and the festivals all over the land, this is the day when you are set free, leave the stage and go in peace, the universe will embrace you and love will support you; this day will go down in history as your day.
My mom
one of six daughters
a wild one not easily tricked
or oppressed
if she hears no she says what who and why
she makes noise when expected to be silent
the black sheep of the family
fire and fury in her veins
a rebel
ready to protect
Her beautiful voice
she can sing
I know because her
song beats in my memory
She can cook too
memorable french fries her grandchildren boast
fluffy mashed potatoes only a few granddaughters can replicate
Fried chicken not sure if this recipe was passed down
and the homemade tortillas mm mm good a necessity but a treat for us kids
so much more
but for me my mom gave me the gift of faith
My mom unique and my one only true Love.
This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important in their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and other things in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”
Ta-Ta!
Hi I'm yosef from Yosef motors
You have problem
you call Yosef.
I say no, no fix it Yosef.
Customer say Yosef fix problem
I say no, no, fix-it Yosef!
I'm Yosef, I fix problem!
Fix-it Yosef
fix it Yosef!
You have problem
fix-it Yosef!
encourage Yosef say go Yosef
go Yosef
say fix-it Yosef
Fix-it Yosef!
yosef fix-it?
Fix-it Yosef!
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SWEET WAFFLE DRIPPINGS
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The myth of Sweetness
By Sumwon Sweet
4 cups of corn syrup
2 cups of honey
2 cup of maple syrup
1 cup of black molasses
2 vanilla beans seeded and
chopped placed in cheese cloth
1 cup of dark rum
5 tablespoons of butter extract
in a pot bring to a soft simmer for
15 minutes
allow to cool remove cheese cloth
strain and bottle
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Disclaimer O>G> recipe
calls for 2 dried hot peppers
Peppers were omitted but can be added
if one desires such!
Great with bacon,
Pork bacon, goat bacon, beef bacon turkey bacon
it's great with bacon!
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I could smell that fresh baked dough, rising up
through the air. Created from double zero flour,
from Italy, carefully prepared.
A fine effort, was made to preserve this delicious
perfection. A secret recipe handed down from
generation, to generation.
All the spices were fresh, to create an awesome
flavor. San Marzano tomatoes, fresh garlic,
and basil to savor.
The crust looked crisp, as this creation was pulled
out of a wood fire oven. Melted provolone, mozzarella
and Asiago, cheeses, I was Loving.
As I chewed, my taste buds were having a love affair
with the tomato sauce. For me it would never again,
be store bought.
I would love to share a slice with you, because I know
my friend you'd love it too!
Michael Tor 8/22/2015
Dedicated to all pizza lovers.
I keep a ledger of small disappearances:
the umbrella I left on the train,
the phone number I forgot to save,
the name of that restaurant
where we had the perfect meal.
These aren't tragedies
nobody died,
but they're not nothing either.
They're the slow leak of a life,
the way a boat takes on water
so gradually you don't notice
until you're ankle-deep and sinking.
My grandmother's recipe
died with her because
I never thought to ask.
I can still taste them onions, garlic, ghee.
But, taste is not the same as knowing.
Taste is just another form of missing.
The books I lent and never got back:
each one a small betrayal,
not by the borrower but by me,
for believing things could return
unchanged,
for thinking I could trust
that what I give away
will somehow boomerang.
There's a word in every language I've studied
that I've forgotten,
and somewhere
there's a person who remembers me
in a way I no longer remember myself,
a version of me that's preserved
like a fly in amber, unchanging,
while I've moved on and morphed
into someone who wouldn't recognise
that earlier iteration if we passed
each other on the street.
The songs I used to know by heart
now come back in fragments:
first verse,
chorus,
then nothing
like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing,
the picture there but incomplete,
edges leading nowhere.
I think about archaeologists
centuries from now,
sifting through
the digital ruins of our age,
trying to reconstruct us from fragments:
an incomplete email thread,
a corrupted backup file,
a social media account abandoned mid-thought.
Will they understand that we were always
losing ourselves this way,
leaving pieces scattered like breadcrumbs
that birds have already eaten?
Some nights I lie awake and try
to catalog what's gone:
addresses,
passwords,
the plot of movies I once loved,
the faces of people who mattered
then somehow stopped mattering.
It's not Alzheimer's,
just life
the natural entropy of memory,
the slow dissolve of detail
until all that's left is feeling:
I was there.
It was important.
I can't remember why.
Maybe this is how we become ghosts
even while we're living:
layer by layer, we fade,
until we're just outlines,
just the impression of a person
where a person used to be.
I welcomed you twenty twenty, a brand spanking new year
But all you brought with you was death, misery and fear
So I'll be glad to see the back of you and cant wait 'till you're gone
And I hope for better times in the year twenty twenty one.
You've left behind some' bad stuff' like covid nineteen
But hopefully it'll be defeated when they roll out the vaccine
Wearing masks and not seeing family, well that's been quite hard
But while you still lurk about, I won't drop my guard.
World leaders were floundering, not quick enough to act
Putting their economies before people and that is a fact
If only they'd looked at history, like the great Spanish flu
They'd have been a lot wiser and would've known what to do.
The news reported acts of kindness in every country
Like front line health workers who risked their lives for humanity
Sadly many of those brave heroes died needlessly
Because governments were too slow to provide proper P. P. E.
Viruses are nothing new and they'll come back again
We must stop destroying mother earth for financial gain
Upsetting natures balance causes these viruses to thrive
Mankind really needs to take notice if he wants to survive.
Cramming animals into cages is a pitiful sight
But mother nature is watching and is preparing to fight
Razing forests and dumping rubbish and polluting the sea
Is a recipe for disaster that'll bring untold misery.
So good riddance or go do one, many people will say
I'd remove all records of you if I had my way
People will always remember you for bringing misery and tears
And there will be much joy and relief as twenty twenty one nears.
When the clock strikes midnight, so happy I'll be
As twenty twenty sinks into the dark annals of history
But stay awake mankind and listen to the experts that know
I don't want to be the one saying "well I told you so".
Written 27th December 2020
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