Long Salad Poems
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Endowed by the Almighty
gracious provision-source bounty
our orphanage garden’s identity
exudes wondrous natural beauty…
Green-leafy vegetables of health purity
strengthen well-being tenacity
while their buds assure with certainty
palatable veggie salad of nutritious verity…
Flowers cheer with their varied colors, indeed pretty
white angels midst sampaguitas waft their scent’s serenity
rosas de baybayon and red petioles show their dancing faculty
as yellow bells hide amongst peace lilies their petals so dainty…
Gracious orchard offering refreshing security
our “Gardenage*” invites us for lung exercise stability
meeting us with its relaxation bliss availability
serving as haven, rejuvenating care-giving faculty...
'Plantscaped' fortress against attacking irritability
welcoming Bible meditation, upholding faith’s tenacity
nurturing moments for prayer tranquility
our “Gardenage” brings blessings** of God in functional entirety.
*"Gardenage" is the name of our orphanage garden, since we have several gardens encompassing our church’s “Botanical Ministry.”
**Genesis 49:25 …The Almighty, … shall bless thee with blessings…
July 31, 2020
2nd place, "Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/1/2020.
Where do we began
Since this is beginning
How does it end
To show it's meaning
What to write
To convey my frustration
I like the chorus
But it sounds like
a beginning
Put sum ooh ahs in
A harmonic melody
Some strings and
Bassy grooves
Let the music beg
Me to sing
First verse is missing
Something it lacks
Something
Maybe it needs me
Sweet talking people
to see if there care
The oohs and the ahs
aren't that, repeatives
When we sing it onstage
I'm gonna need
Some strong voices there
Song love me
I think I'm in love with you
Say you need me
Like I need you
Get us where
We gotta be
It's a chart topper
Gone take the hook
Make it a real show stoppa
Alright now
Sweetie do your thing
Fellas tell the ladies
they can really sang
Voice under
Put me over
Right in the middle
Like what I feeling
Mix that lone
guitar with the
Fiddle.
Fried garlic cabbage
With peppers and onions
Lime ,olive oil, fish stock
Dressing
On a cucumber onion salad
Medium rare roasted
Lamb chops
Bread and bacon crust
Memories stay as pictures with words in the mind.
We may try to erase some, still we can’t rewind.
Experiences become part of our intricate lives.
Changes remain sweet as honey from bee hives.
Feelings are formed in one way or another good or bad.
Saying goodbye does not undo the times we have had.
What is all this about ‘letting go’?
As if we are not supposed to feel all that we know.
Life is not to be sifted like flour, poured like cream,
Tossed like a salad with veggies steamed.
Life is to be honored in the treasure chest of our heart.
We are exactly who we are, all experiences played a part.
Heidi Sands
5/15/17
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.
pound and flaten one large turkey breast
place 12 slices of cottage bacon inside
in a bowl add
1 cup of feta cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cumin
1/4 nutmeg
1 cup of spinach (Strained and chopped)
1 tablespoon of garlic
3 Tablespoons of dehydrated onion
1/4 cup of cooked bacon
One tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1 teaspoon of mace
2 tablespoon of Vermouth (sweet)
mix well and layer over turkey breast. bake until done about an hour and a half
on 350 degrees.
serve with mushroom and parmesan cream noodle
and an onion, cucumber and avocado salad.
Conducted and performed n the proper sequences. made right to please.
that greatest understanding of satisfaction. Beyond Adagio steeping into Atonality.
Cantata Agua
3 Cups of peach nectar
3 Cups of gingerale
5 cups of a good white wine
1/4 cup of a rasberry flavored vodka
4 cups of rasberry clubsoda
the clearing was large enough to fit about
twelve of your Lion King themed picnic
blankets without coming close to the forest’s
edge. I thought about bringing you out there
and telling you that and then I remembered
that you got rid of the blanket 2 months ago
when your new boyfriend said that Lion King
was overrated and the blanket had too many
holes in it. I would never have the guts to tell
you this in person but maybe someday you’ll
come across this poem and know that if you
ever want to spread out 12 new Lion King
themed picnic blankets in a clearing I will be
there with chicken salad sandwiches and 6
of those pineapple cinnamon ciders you love.
Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.
Just like a kid in love all over again..
learning her games in many a winding curve,
perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve,
shyly look back at such a refined rear end.
Lola isn't very patient or forgiving,
one who oversteers her with attitude,
puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood..
to cut short a man's simple days in living.
Let me tell ya what's so precious,
she purrs, just like a kitten..
tear'g through each firm shift given,
in silky thrusting gear meshes.
Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands
hit such dizzying heights on their track,
though promising never to look back,
my careful repair strokes her will demands.
Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch,
ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing,
hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing,
hearts pounding in high revving double clutch.
Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink,
sipping imperial ounces at each injection,
she's never known any salad days in rejection,
smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc.
Have you guessed at her qualifying past?
heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class..
smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas
Hethel's english dream finally mine at last.
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"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
you're through"
* Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees
she babbled over the gosip.
citing what she thought was fair.
She mentioned people she knew and some
she didn't know. And emsized who didn't care
if they cared they'd be here helping wiff the pies
or they'd be offering up some cake. these people
are lacking common courtesy and
common sense she spoke for goodness sakes!
AH_OOH-AH_OOH
is a shortbread cookie dough baked
and then filled with a sweet meriquene
It's twice baked until golden brown
and filled with strawberries and whipped cream
and a sweet strawberry wine sauce.
the other pie she mentioned was a myth: a myth due
to the fact that it's hard to get the
right balance of chocolate and bourbon.
a mixed graham cracker and sweet doughy crust
with a cream cheese sweet potatoes filling
topped with mixture of heath bars and pecans
and bourbon: and marshmallows, in a brownie crumbly topping.
Entree included and not limited too.
A dish of roasted pork sliced and served with
mushrooms,olives,panchette,onions,
roasted red bell pepper garlic in a crisped
Duchess potatoes served with a light
sherry and pork gravy.
Oven roasted asparagus
and a Four Lettuce chicken salad with
Yogurt and Goat cheese
dressings with garlic croutons
and a choose of salad dressing.
And the perfect Yeast rolls and biscuits!
Something to inspire a competitive Food Championship
series!
"I must center myself to be
as arrogant as you wish me to be.
I must be as Pompous and
selfish
as one must be
to be considered Best!"
Distances (II)
by Michael R. Burch
There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.
She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely to have been seen
rummaging through bookstores
for mementos of others
more difficult to name.
She might imagine “poetry”
to be something in common between us,
as we write, bridging the expanse
between convention and something...
something the world calls “art”
for want of a better word.
At night I scream
at the conventions of both our worlds,
at the distances between words
and their objects: distances
come lately between us,
like a clean break.
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A fuchsia sunset,
a vacant room in the inn
with a vista near the sea,
inhaling your sweet scent
that lingered and excited
as we hugged each other on the porch.
The calm sea flowed into the bay,
the fishermen coming in with their catch,
the red mullet, elegant to see,
tasteful to eat as the bar-b-q flared,
the fish sprinkled in herbed oil,
garnished with garlic,
and an aromatic salsa verde,
plus salad and its vinaigrette.
I remember your fragile face,
your tender mouth munching,
spitting the tiny small bones
the red mullet is renowned for.
Your satisfaction of the freshness of the catch,
your pleasure for the craggy crustaceans,
laid out like precious jewels
on a dewy bed of snow-white ice.
Alas I remember,
for it was our last luscious meal together.
Next day you went to war never to return.
29 April 2021