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I wanted a quiet evening, away from Proto
To order a pizza with loads of ricotta,
And write a poem, with not one interruption,
Savoring a glass of wine, without disruption.
Sounds perfect to me said a voice, let us begin.
I looked around no one was there except Lynn
My golden Labrador, the voice spoke once more,
It’s so pretty outside, from here comes inspiration,
Poems bring serenity,
But at times written in desperation.
The voice came from my poem I had just started,
I was delighted, felt elated could this be magic.
I believe that you talk, I’m no sceptic
You’re the words creating my poem and I a poet.
I will stay by your side, and together,
We will travel where ever, forever.
With a fame so destined,
Bitcoin will have nothing on us
We will kick up a such a lot of dust,
And create a great fuss.
Now don’t forget this is my poem, I explained, you only
Add if I ask.
Once upon a poem and rhyme,
Lived an old, old man called time,
No, no, no, said the words,
The cat,
Sat on the mat
And ate the rat
That is not poetry I shouted, you arrived in my space
Perhaps you should explain why you’re here,
And state your case!
Then I heard another voice, somewhat shrill
I’m so glad it said, chase the words away
I recognized the second voice straight away,
For I’d heard it every day,
It was my Muse, she sounded sad and was crying
You don’t love me anymore, my heart is dying,
So I assured my muse Patsic
That altogether, we’d create worldwide magic!
Oh good said the words, it was getting too much
And spilt a tear on the poetry page.
Now can you listen, please,
I’m not so young in age,
I can’t get so upset,
Glad we have all met.
Then continued,
The furry cat,
Sat on the Persian mat,
And ate a fat rat.
Still unacceptable, I said to the words,
Let me finish mine.
No, no, exclaimed the words, I want to try again,
The eclipse on the earth, orbiting into the moons shadow,
Glimpses the bright sun, and from a slither so narrow,
Stop, I said, that was good,
Perhaps I’ll let you finish tomorrow.
So you thought it was good, let’s do the dance of joy,
And as we danced, the words on my page
Scattered everywhere.
I looked at my new friend,
It will be an eventful, ecstatic journey for us,
This partnership of three, will I know,
Entertain,
Time and time again!
12 fried green tomatoes
12 slices of fried cheese
4 cups of seasoned taco beef cooked
Plus 4 cups of spaghetti sauce
Mix 2 cups of crushed doretos plus
2 cups of shedded cheddar
3 scrambled eggs
2 cups of crumbled goat cheese
1 cup of drained ricotta
3 tablespoons of caramelized garlic
1 cup of crumbled sundried tomatos
2/3 cup of carlized onion
1/4 of roasted bell pepper
16 lasagna noodles
Mix ricotta and goat cheese with 2 cups of mozzarella.and 3 scrambled eggs
Mix taco beef sauce
With garlic, onions and sun dried tomato
And roasted bell pepper
In a casserole dish add a layer of spaghetti sauce. Top with four noodles
Add taco beef top with fried tomatos
4 slices of fried cheese, layer
Dollop with egg and cheese mixture save enough for one more layer
Do the same again, top with noodles
Sauce the top noodles
And sprinkle on doretos mix, cover with aluminum and bake at 350 for 50 minutes.
Serve warm!
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or Gorgonzola and salami
The people accept him sitting there, because even if Italians drink they are not drunks falling about being aggressive as people from Nordic countries tend to be.
On a tall wall, a placard, partly torn depicting the face of a politician, they said he had been a good man for the locals and looked after his friends and family like an Italian man should.
When the war ended and since he was on the losing side, he fled, they thought he was in Argentina, he was of no interest anymore, better not to talk about him.
This sentiment is quite true, at one point we must look to the future and forgive those, who thought they had
done the best for their country but it turned out they had
failed miserably
Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
Culinary kinks
Cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The sexy minx that really stinks
A noble global endeavour
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
Camembert flair
Prouder of Gouda
Stilton to share
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when it’s powder?
Aristocratic blue vein
More a Roquefort sort
Or St Augur holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
Tester of Red Leicester
What's better than Feta
Double Gloucester no imposter
Boursin or St Paulin on the roster
Snarl if there's no emmental
Pecorino the Ferrari Dino
Halloumi whispers consume me
New coup for Exmoor blue
Hail the tale of Wensleydale
Willy nilly grab a slab of Philly
Wealthier folks say Philadelphia
On the grounds sounds healthier
Right now is Ricotta somehow hotter
Or creamy dreamy Burrata smarter
Kowtow to Yarg from Celtic Kernow
Homage to fromage global trotter
Whatever floats your boat
High roller Gorgonzola
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
Yippee glee of smelly brie
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn about Madame Edam
Stringy Raclette the best bet yet
Or the goo of Fondue more you
Can't sledge a wedge of Old Amsterdam
Primula still familiar
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. hated pre grated
Diced into a nice cube
Drastic or fantastic vices
Chose those plastic elastic slices
Could plea for some Dairy Lea
Fell under that Babybel spell
Or pray tell a stash of well maybe
Laughing cow oui Le Vache qui Rit
MARRIAGE GOALS
What a colossal list and express phenomenal;
I enlist the daily dose of making her laugh like Hyena,
And evoke unseasonal smile like Harley Quin,
Unleash all romantic poetic armoury on my Queen.
Just like King Solomon, I'll write her classical notes,
Breakfast in bed of nutty pancakes, Ricotta strawberry and oats.
Tease her, not in a rush, till she begins to blush,
And joy starts to torrentially gush...
compliment her till she turns pink
as we skate gleefully on ice rink.
Make love with her mind and soul,
Wise word impartation is the seed I'll sow
until her name changes to Wisdom.
Fulfill our conjugation and exercise marital freedom
Learn a lot from her like my loving mother,
And every potential discord we'll both murder!
As her Bride, I'll Groom her in the way of the Lord,
Fanatically imbibing & feeding positives from my taste bud,
monetise our skills and use all our God-given gifts,
resonate in unbridled sex like freaks in the creeks,
Producing bedroom evidences as we raise our kids, bringing up our seeds even more than I was raised.
And continually, Christ name will only be praised.
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Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhyme
Copyright©November2022
In the world of pasta, there’s one that can’t be beat.
And it’s made with zesty sauce, cheeses, and with meat.
Put some water on the stove; get it nice and hot.
Add wide noodles, fluted-edged, to the boiling pot.
Meanwhile, simmer your meat sauce. Nothing’s better than
what you’re going to prepare, layered in a pan.
On the bottom goes the sauce, noodles over that.
Then the cheeses (I use three). Never scrimp on fat!
Mozzarella, even Cheddar - what a cheesy mix.
No Ricotta? Cottage cheese can be an easy fix!
Layer noodles, sauce and cheese; Parmesan on top.
Then dig in; but once you do, it’s real hard to stop!
For Linda's "Pasta Paradise" Contest
I spread layers of laughter in a long baking pan,
with a rhythm that twists the smoky scent I can scan.
Five lines per slice, I assemble carefully quick,
make this dish pulsate and glint like a limerick.
First sheet, a town and a person, famed or unfamed,
second, an odd trait that need not be tamed.
The rhyme goes A-A, then loosens its tight grip,
repeats at the last layer with a tag line flip.
Short lines on top, longer anapest pasta below,
the meter stumbles slightly, then steals the show.
B-B ricotta and spinach creep in the middle on the sly
with simmering mozzarella that doesn’t overflow dry.
I season the dish with nonsense spice, lively and loud,
a crispy curl at the base makes the last layer proud.
With light ragu sauce I garnish the humorous trait,
just with the perfect comical timing I bake it great.
The final ingredient is hilarity with melodramatic bend,
with a twist at the end to be served with fun to a friend.
Topped off with a punch line parmesan. that is hot,
I cook the best meal, limerick lasagna, in poetry pot.
My pet mouse Louie is a connoisseur of exotic cheese,
But when it comes to gratifying him, he's mighty hard to please!
I have my own choice of cheese, therefor, 'tis an ongoing clash,
Between me and Louie at which he has become somewhat brash!
If I set a snack of limburger before him, he'll turn up his nose,
And I learned mighty quick to no longer on him that crud impose!
I happen to like a simple cheddar but Louie will clearly voice,
His desire for an expensive gouda if he had to make the choice!
We both abhor cottage cheese on that we can readily agree,
But he savors bizarre cheeses such as Greek feta and French brie!
The latter two I can barely tolerate and well-nigh cause me to retch!
I hate to divulge this but Louie is becoming a bothersome kvetch!
Lately he insists on me catering ricotta, swiss and mozzarella.
(Ain't gonna happen, you can bet your life on that, little fella!)
Alas, my dilemma was solved by my cat who relishes tasty mice;
Louie was devoured by ravenous Jeff the cat which wasn't very nice!
Entry for Barry Stebbins' "Poem About Cheese" Contest
(15 November 2018)
El Vals, she spoke my name
to have us to come in
for lunch.
" than oh gracious
might we dine
together
a celebration of man
in the sight of God
might we dine
to strenghthen us to
dance"
El Vals is a roasted
pork with cucumber fritters, fried butternut squash
or fried mushrooms with a tangy sauce
roast and slice a prok roast
reserve te broth and degrease
2 cups of pork stock
2 T fish sauce
2 T sesame oil
1 T hoisin sauce
1 T oyster sauce
1 T spice rum
2 T of honey
1/2 t of chilli powder
1 cup of cornstarch flurry
deep fy butternut squash in a standard bread recipe
flour , eggwas and breadcrumbs
once cooked cover the squash
with 1 and 1/2 cups of sauteed mushrooms
and 1/2 of toasted almonds.
set aside to make
the fritters
4 cups of grated cucumbers
3/4 of ricotta cheese
11/4 c of self rising flour
1 cup of smashed kidney beans
1/4 c dehydrated onions
1 T of garlic
3 T of Applesauce
5 T of minced ham
1 T. spoon of red pepper flakes
2 T. Spoons of lemon zest
2 T. Spoons of cayenne
mix and fry, fritters
top fitters with pork
cover with squash and mushroom's
and ladel the sauce!
I didn't understand why it happened to them
some insane reason to seperate
people who love one another
tieing the knot: she smiled
making the whole thing fit
pull the lace from your face
and kiss me!
she sliced potatoes and filled them
with a smoked fish and dill and a citrusy
cream cheese mix. They looked like
ice-cream sandwiches. I asked her
to use cured ham for mine since
I don't eat fish. The potatoes were
boiled and blanced: filled and topped
she buttered the tops and baked until
golden brown.
A roasted garlicy parmesan and
ground beef dish with rice noodle
and a citrus sauce was excellent choice.
Choosey people will even like this one.
cook the broccoli until el dente. boiling
in salted water. In a pan add lemon juice
butter and heavy cream make sauce
add parmesan and set aside.Brown ground beef
and garlic and onions add citrus sauce
and add to cooked rice noodles.
French rice sausage recipe
5 cups of cooked rice
4 pounds of cooked ground pork
1/4 cup of vermouth 2 T lemon Zest
3 Tablespoons of cayeene
3 1/2 T of toasted fenne4 T of minced garlic
1/4 cup each of sauteed
red bell pepper
celery
onion1 cup of chicken stock
3 table spoons of drained ricotta
3 tablespoons of neufchatel
1/4 T smoked paprika
1/4 T ground mace
2 Tablespoons of minced ground ginger
mix and make sausages stuffing
them in sausage casings.
fry. bake, broil, grill, or boil!