Long Romaine Poems
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For the breath I took when I opened my eyes, to start this new Today
For the smile in my heart from knowing Your angels protect me along the way
I am able to stand up, to walk and run; to lift up my arms toward the sky
In this blessing of movement bestowed upon me, there is nothing that I cannot try
I thank You that I can experience life; to laugh, and hug, and dance
To share Your love with humanity - I am willing to take the chance
I praise You for those that share in my life, whose love and support I have found
And the helping hands that hold me up - when trying times get me down
Though the love of my life has passed away to join You in Heaven's Rest
I give thanks to You for the years we shared, for we gave each other our best
There are those who live in fear and pain; many souls who are lost and forlorn
In Your Word You said Christ is always with us, and so they are not alone
I thank You for hearing our prayers Holy One; sometimes we pay You no mind
But Your thoughts toward us are more than the sand, and they stand the test of time
So thank You, Great Yahweh, Creator of all - the Heavens, the Earth and the Seas
For giving Your Son, Your Spirit, Your Word, and providing for all of our needs
Singing praises to You, Father Yahweh, I'll sing praises to You everyday
To You I give thanks and to Christ, Your Son, for helping us find our way
Neva Romaine
10/23/2015
Contrary to popular belief, it did not come from Rome.
California in the USA is what it calls home.
This rather simple salad is considered fabulous.
All you need to make it is a little romaine lettuce.
Take a piece of lemon, and squeeze it for the juice.
Giving this salad a slightly tangy taste is its use.
Throw in some oil and vinegar, and some parmesan cheese.
What you have is something that will please.
Do not worry if tomatoes are out of season.
They do not go into the recipe is the reason.
Want to dress it up some more? Take some chicken from the grill.
Now you have an entrée salad that will thrill.
If they do not like vegetables, this is a great way
to see they get their healthful serving of five a day.
Scant animals with their glassy hoped-for eyes
draw near to my crumbling step.
I think they want to sing me something,
carol a Mozart aria perhaps,
but they cannot
so they lift furry eyebrows
shuffle as if to say, ‘we can’t,
but listen to the wind
in the cavities of our bones,
it whistles both merry tunes and dirges,
it echo’s the past and the present
but all our four paws are here in the moment'.
A jowly mouse
with the face of a New Jersey cop
edges closer than most.
“We are not trying to warn you” it says,
expressing its lack of words
in the brisk modality of pigeon-toed dance steps.
“We are not begging for food or love”
It is Spring now and we are out here
happy to have come through.
We are a deputation, a clique, and a clack
calling you out into the bare hedgerows.
There are new threads and tubes
driving upward from the twiggy earth ---
--- you’re acting like a dead man
and so we gather here
to awaken those other little animals
that nest in your fat and fiber.
Lead them out soon or they will eat you
and you will have deserved it -
that is all.”
I nodded respectfully
at the red whiskered rodent.
Leaving the door open a crack
I went to the kitchen
to chop the head off a dead chicken.
It was time to eat and not be eaten.
Spring is whisking its mush.
A dry wine has aged fizzy and fine,
it is already shaking it’s splashy bubbles
ready for the sipping summer suns
to come.
The light outside these walls is porous,
thus I will go
I will go to the hedgerow,
hang a winter scarecrow by its ankles
until it coughs up, a new free range
Spring poem worth the eating
one with garlicy kisses, a round Romaine lettuce,
with a lightly garnished piquant dressing.
being raised italian
growing up green
not knowing what
a name meant
just agreeing
familia
so there was
my aunt Romaine
completely sane but
having the ability to be
quite silly and even now
thoughts of her
give me a smile and
usually a laugh after
years of happiness
never unlasting or
ever passing for
time will
always be hers for
death doesn't lose
any of memories'
minutes like
the time she
arrived
from the grocer
never knowing
or ever suspecting
at the suggestion
that there ever
was any other
lettuce
for in her
warmth she'd
never have been
named ice
berg
Form:
Johnny, jump up, spring thyme has sprung!
Sun's morning glory pours into your window peaks.
Arise, tired eyes, lift your cheeks with a smile!
Kiss me sweetly; These tulips are for you.
Lettuce turnip the volume of robins' chirping
by a closer stride, a stroll outside.
Take a breath of fresh air, as it freesia.
Butterflies drink from the dew of the buttercups.
Bluebells are ringing a welcoming beet.
Blue birds are singing their rhapsodies.
Lilacs are back in full bloom.
Make room for Dusty Miller.
His baby's breath is stiller
than a sweet pea in the valley.
Orange you happy that you rose up
to see our mums in perfect peace?
Cauliflower a weed or a treat;
Some flowers are even healthy to eat!
Lettuce romaine here and taste the scene.
Thistle be an amazing spring!
Flowers:
Johnny Jump Up
Morning Glory
Tulips
Freesia
Buttercups
Bluebells
Lilac
Dusty Miller
Baby's Breath
Sweet Pea
Rose
Mums
Herbs:
Thyme
Vegetables:
Lettuce
Turnip
Beet
Cauliflower
Romaine Lettuce
Fruit:
Orange
Weeds:
Thistle
Mise en place
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By: Chef Woggawomp Extraordinaire
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He spoke of her with high regards
her frown showed her disapproval
the phrase he gave
I must behave as my
thoughts differ considerably
As is such I must disagree
that your words of kindness
jive against the actual experiences
where you to say
difficult to deal with
specific disagreements or disapprovals
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(She doesn't like rare meat's
she snapped
at me when I placed the plate on the table.
I will never forget her reaction: "I cursed her in private)
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2 New York Strip Steak and 1 Porterhouse deboned and sliced.
(Cooked Medium Rare and rested)
Shallots,Fresh Herbs – Mint Leaves & Cilantro.
butter lettuce, romaine, iceberg, a blend
Cherry Tomatoes + Cucumbers
4 cups of cooked fried rice
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Thai beef salad dressing ingredients
Garlic,Jalapeno,Fresh Lime Juice
Fish Sauce ,Lemongrass ,Brown Sugar
vinegar, grated ginger,coconut milk
Red Chilli Flakes, 1/4 cup of crushed pork rinds
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 15
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God,
tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s
… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings
of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
Moses Sichach 325
Muhadzis Ghafur 333
Naledi Segosebe 366
Nancy Lee Kaufman 318
Nandita Das 54
Natasha Turner 131
Nathan Hannen 333
Neil Delport 269
Nelvy Gracia Majaw 375
Neva E. Romaine 111, 61
Newton Ranaweera 257, 303
Newton Rathnasiri Ranaweera Kalu Arachchige 300
Ngoc Minh Nguyen 345
Nia Feren Puthanveettil 438
Nicholas Windle 119, 232, 79
Nicola Davidson 173
Nikolay Lopatin 363
Nina Parmenter 261, 9, 91
Nora Gibson 197, 286
Nyonglema Christian Pisoh 266
Ogino Makoto 342
Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser 100, 145, 86
Panagiota Romios 124, 53, 71
Pashang Salehi 151, 326, 96
Patricia Cammish 367, 368
01/06/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Darkness And Despair
By: Neva Romaine
I surrounded myself with all manner of things
That brings in a semblance of cheer
The lights are bright, the noises are loud
No time to think or fear
But then time passed by-all distractions have gone
Nothing further to fill empty space
Dreaded darkness again...and I am alone
Am I doomed to this forlorn place?
Making every day, my last.
Cutting new demons into the claim of life
Missing, the light in each moment I breathe
Thinking of the things I miss - before I sleep
Finally, I find myself hitting rock bottom
Fading into hopelessness, frighten by joy
Alone, with vibes that hold not spark
Trying to reach for the light, from despair
--A Poet Destroyer Collaboration--
7/31/2015
Submitted for: One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: John Lawless
September 26, 2022
We always ate salad when I was a kid,
With lettuce and carrots and cukes
And also tomatoes and olives at times
But today, that would bring some rebukes.
For the lettuce was iceberg, which I never buy,
Though we didn’t have choices back then
Or perhaps that’s the kind that my mother preferred,
So she bought it again and again.
I now buy arugula, sometimes romaine
Or a mixture of various kinds
Of colorful lettuces, common today,
Just like spinach, as grocery finds.
I still add tomatoes and carrots and, too,
Things like peppers and sugar snap peas,
But the lettuce will never be iceberg because
My mother’s not here to appease.
My garden will need love and lots of rain,
I am starting seedlings on window sills;
there will be flowers and things like romaine,
when I see a leaf rise it gives me thrills.
I imagine it growing up with frills,
all my plants will get loads of rain and sun;
I can tell you the work is never done,
as growing becomes this wild obsession.
It needs constant attention once begun-
rain helping this artistic expression !
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March 22, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/My Garden Will Need ''Rain''
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-239-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Delightful Dizains
sponsor, Beth Evans
Second Place