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Memories of making these with my dad.
Each time they were delicious, cooking with my dad priceless.
Add garlic, onion, seasoning, ketchup, crushed saltine crackers and egg.
Toss with raw hamburger, add salt and pepper, shape into round balls.
Bake in the oven for fifty minutes, your house will smell Italian.
Always let them cool, you will be tempted to eat one right away!
Layer them in pasta sauce, let them simmer, an hour or two.
Lots of fresh pasta pairs well, eat them plain, a full plate or a few.
Spread a huge serving, add sauce and pasta, no diets allowed!
WRITING WITH WEEPING WORDS
Lucinda runs through the forest,
runs past the barren fields, runs
past the lucid waterfall, runs
with her tears, leaving seeds of despair.
Roses with thorns grow most beautiful -
red, pink, yellow, white, as she grieves,
running, always running, with her paper
and pen. She’s fallen with her scissors
until she’s almost dead, snipping away
the times of her life spent with him. She
sees him flirting with her in the barn,
teasing with the hay, hiding until she giggles
then he grabs and kisses her, like he loves her.
Lucinda runs through the verdant grass
past the dandelion seeds, runs as a doe
frightened by the hunter’s arrows, runs
with her tears, scattering seeds of despair.
Dandelions pop up, sending sunshine through
the playful grass. A young girl sits in their midst
fashioning a necklace while the bees buzz around her.
Lucinda pauses, squeezes out her paper, to begin again.
The emotional tide, floods the grass, weakening the weeds,
uprooting the girl, who sails to her home. Lucinda writes
with watercolor pencil, colors blend as she adds her tears.
Memories of a proposal, on bended knee, under a sturdy oak tree.
Later the same day, she would find her intended kissing a frog,
and she would taste the bitter warts. How long, she wondered,
had he played her? She continued to weep with her words,
as nature meted out a cure with its meticulous beauty and strength,
not a tear was wasted, but rather tasted, a saltine splash
savored until the knotty oak placed Lucinda’s palm inside
its favored diamond in the rough, a young buck who would love only once.
10/5/2017
Broken Wings’ It’s the end of the forms series
I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.
I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.
My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a midsummer’s sea;
saltine-salvation with a tangerine squeeze.
Chartreuse eyes, like a key lime pie,
Ray-Ban protected ~ *
dessert winks at her sublime prize.
Quite crimson, I become, forgetting
to reapply sunscreen, with a rub-a-dub-dub,**
as I sunbathe near my ocean tub.
Clueless after hours on the beach,
my love dives into his watermelon treat,
a breach of spousal ethics to my cause.
With a pouty lip and grifting-tears, I con
his palm to soak me down with aloe vera,
and grant me two-fisted cocktail sips.
The saffron sun dips on the zephyr’d beach.
A welcoming arm rounds my shoulders ~
lavender and lilac speech of twilight.
4/9/2021
Contest: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Required words are highlighted in bold letters
Internal/End Rhymes
24 lines
Ray-Ban — brand of sunglasses
Rub-a-dub-dub — nursery rhyme
C_Coffee with chiccory her tasty delight
H_Happy was she with saltine crackers buttered
I_Intellect above with which she was gifted
C_Character was hers, caring for others with might
C_Cancer took her good life as takes those polite
O_Opportunity she gave many others
R_Right she always did because of great light
Y_Yes with Jesus now in His great light alright
C_Chiccory coffee Louisana was her brand
O_Opened doors for me to see different view
F_For she was kind, gentle, loving, refined soul
F_Family she loved gave to them friendship grand
E_Entered Kingdom for she trusted, love her goal
E_Eternal life for loving people whole
Contest;"The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
Sponsor:Dakarai Cobb
(Chiccory__is an alternative spelling of the
word Chicory..It is acceptable. This is about
my favorite Aunt.)
The Quirkes of Success
Film Featuring stars
Fictional and enformative
Feature film Proposal
Exploits of Business
filmed in Cerro Gordo
a dipiction of business
and the exploits of capitalism.
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The story is that she got pregnant in the back of a cigerrette delivery truck. The driver is a vendor and deliver. His name is Paydraa, she named her daughter pavon, after the truck and father. Pavon is a fish.
We told her if she'd wish to change the name she could. She just smiled and said,'Oh the dreid tomatoes, the onion powder, garlic powder, I guess the lemon zest, yeah dried lemon zest.
some ground fritos and cheetos in mi flour mixture.aratio: ratio, change mi mixture! I so silly mi fish is mi fish! Instead she explored the option of naming him after the Ventana de Piedra in Argentina. The legend is told that a colony of farting ants ate the green and blue stems of these veggies, and since the saltine nature of the soil effected there waste it would turn the whole section of salinate matrail the color of the leaves that the ants had eaten. Over a million years the area had become crustilezed from the coloration of the ant turds. She named the Son, Ventuia Del Greeco. Who's nick name is "Red" or "Red Snapper".
I bought some cubain tobbacco seeds, some champenge grapes from france and
Japenese indigo. He talked to a man in the desert, he begged the man in the desert. He asked the man if he could name his product after the town that had been ghost up. He bought the MINING town and the ghostes, may have been the measurments in feets not metrical.Well they came up with Lolah's Cubain Cigars, Cerro Gordo's Ghost pepper sauce. They distill a dill and junipter seed and cream with bacon and anchoives. They put it in bottles that looked like liquer bottles, this was a distill sauce for cooking. It was yuck as a drink, but great as a marinade.. They grew indigo in the caves as a joke. they harvested it as a joke. Te manufacted it in corousety. They sold it as a joke and prospered joking about there hunch.
My boyfriend Peter’s like smoke, he’s elusive. He doesn’t always carry his phone.
There’s a crosswalk in Tokyo, it’s in all the movies. The light changes and hundreds of people walking in different directions meet - but they don’t collide - they make room for each other, flowing around each other like water.
Peter and I make room for each other. Then we come together, and we make something. We’re of such different textures - we come from stark counterpoints but somehow, we mesh.
He’s the first person I go to with an idea because I trust him, and I think he understands me. He’s my secret weapon. His advice is a coin I’m careful with.
He’s gone through the long slog and achieved a dream. And he did it poor. He fought a guerilla war with almost no resources. He lived in crowded spaces, existed on Ramen noodles and saltine crackers, taking any job to cover.
He’s practical, goal oriented and he can be unsympathetic. He’ll whisper, “Nutup up, tinkerbell - you’re such a baby,” but there's a supportive energy to it - and he’s usually right. He heralds a reality I’m not always used to.
Anyway, he was smoky tonight. I couldn’t reach him. Sometimes we go over a week without talking (I'm not always reachable either) and when we do, it feels intimate and victory-like.
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Song for this:
Come in from the cold by Marc Broussard
One Two Three by Hooverphonic