Long Seasonings Poems
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he thought people would
buy his meat! He wanted
people to taste his meat !
he like it when people
enjoyed his meat!
he made processors to process
his meat. he made seasonings
to make his meat best. They
loved his meat. until the rumor that
his meat had yeast in it, opened the doors
to criticism of his
seasoning processes. in 1934 his meat plant
in Dulkuff Providence was looked at by the Canadian Government.
it was found safe and clean, and the product acceptable by the govt.
issue came when the government of Canada secretly changed the address' and name of Dulkuff, and when we found these papers we.
we found this man was born in 1881 ,august 16. He died June 2 1971
106 years ago. his address was 5555 melrose avenue.
he sang she done me wrong and they made a long video for it.
Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want more substance.
Sampled the world on wooden toothpicks.
I have had itty bits of everything.
Piecemeal offerings to try entice my loyalty.
Old ladies with new recipes passing
them around on trays in supermarkets of the world.
I come back for more free samples.
The more I have traveled the more
I have sampled life.
Moi-Moi- and peanut butter stew.
I have tasted life with different seasonings and spices -
Tried a variety of cultural dishes - Some bland, some spicy
Tried the soul food of each one's pride as
I swallowed mine.
I have never gained control of my soul.
It wandered with me sampling life on platters.
Now desirous of healing-fish soup.
I wanted more – Traveled;
Partook of more –
Tasting life's offerings from the - rich to the poor.
Drank out of Chrystal as well as tin cups.
I have eaten from Chinaware,
and drank from gourds,
I have supped on
Hors-d'oeuvre and canapes';
Inner-voices led me to hot rocks and tepees—
Sweat camps with medicinal potions.
Tasting life in places where strange
medicine men reside.
I have eaten rice in 2000 languages.
In Asian and Indian tongues.
I swapped collard greens for callaloo;
Then stepped up to taste breadfruit -
Filled up on Ackee and Saltfish a
Exotic palatable dish.
Though never full off of life –
Not gluttony statutes yet, I have done
more than get my “whistle wet"
Still, I am glad:
“Oh, how grateful to be alive”.
Able to sample the tender morsels
of appetizers so fine.
Even though I am a
Connoisseur of fine wine.
…and have enjoyed plenty
tidbits of earth’s great bounty--
In this life.
I have supped in the finest cuisines.
Treated royally as if I were a queen.
I have supped in mansions,
or sat, an ate under exotic trees;
Yet, there is nothing so satisfying-and no one abler.
As to be back in the hood, trying not to go berserk;
Waiting for a slice of Sweet Potato pie for dessert.
After getting my grub on, at Grandmas table.
10 POUNDS OF GROUND BEEF
2 TABLESPOONS OF BLACK PEPPER
1 CUP OF SWISS CHEESE SHREDDED
1 CUP OF SHREDDED CABBAGE (SAUTEED)
1 CUP OF CRUSHED SUN DREID TOMATOS
3 MINCED ONIONS
5 TABLESPOONS OF McCormick SEASONINGS
3 TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER
1/3 CUP OF POWDERED BUTTERMILK CULTURES
1/3 CUP OF DICED GREEN BELL PEPPERS
1 CUP OF BACON (COOKED0 AND CRUSHED
(THESE BURGERS MIGHT NEED MORE SALT, COOK A SMALL PEICE AND SEASON TO TASTE)
MIX WELL, FORM BURGERS..
ON A COOKIE SHEET, BROIL BURGERS UNTIL, THE JUICES ARE CLOUDY, REMOVE FROM OVEN. FINSH BURGERS ON THE GRILL,.
SERVE ON TOASTED BUNS WITH LETTUCE, TOMATO, PICKLES AND CHEESE
OR MAKE MEATLOAF, TOP WITH A SPICY TOMATO SAUCE AND BAKE AS LOAVES.
There's something going on around here, something special.
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted! I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not.
I hope it appeases you all...
Sincerely,
PS member
Maybe it the Night
the way the moonlight
shines in your eye's
your hair your smile.....
i HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE LIKE
i'M IN LOVE WITH YOU
IF IT SOUNDS CRAZY
THEN i'M CRAZY IN LOVE
WITH YOU
THE FATE OF OUR DATES
AND FROM ANY TYPE OF MENTIONS
IT'S YOUR DESCION
i'LL PUT IT ALL ON YOU
I'm in love
so in love
what their for me to do
I'm in love with you
it aint that easy to say
cause you could be in a rejective
stage
full of frustration and deranged
but i can't deny the truth
A wanting and longing feeling
comprimes and dealing
what ah man to do
Darling I'm in love with you
it aint so frustrintal
sorta sentimental
whats a man to do
see I'm in love with you
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My Number Won Woman
from the forthcoming Album
Frustration by
Sum-Won-you-Love
orcastrated by Lovers
you want perfection
you need direction
love unites us
love keeps us
in love we...we.. we ooh!
Exotic Shorthair and Birman
performed on hydrogen freeze
and Kiss Slur
Beachy Phat bottom guitar solo
and strang arrangemnts
and orcstra leader
"Groovin Yeah"
used with permission by
Bach Sho Meanie and the Lovelights
"groovin Yeah" and No Mo' grooves"
mixed by Say-so and the Struting Gypsies
of Big stone music
a McM Music Company
Beef tougne and Taco's
of love
for all that
matters
an unbinding hope
that nausauers
can't shatter
ah combination
of two people
together
don't say I'm
clever
don't say I'm
clever
raise my glass
to toast you and I
better and better
as time goes by
right and real
left that doubtful
playing
craving you
guess you figured
out
what I was saying
Lapin au miel
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2 rabbits buchered
soaked in milk for 1 hour
1 cup of flour
1 cup of breadcrumbs
5 Tablespoons of paresean cheese
2 tablespoons of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of paprika
1 teaspooms of salt
1 teaspoon of onion powser
1 teaspoon of garlic powser
3 eggs and 1/4 cup of milk for egg wash
5 cups of olive oil and veggie oil mix preheated
mix breadcrumbs and flour and seasonings
batter rabbit dip into eggwash and reflour
fry in oil until brown do not fully cook the rabbit
cook golden to create a crust
remove rabbit and put in a baking pan
2 cups of sliced mushrooms
1/2 cooked diced bacon
1 teaspoon of liquid smoke
4 Tablespoons of honey
5 Tablespoons of sunflower seeds
1/2 cup of brandy
4 cups of red wine
1&1/2 cup of chicken stock
4 garlic cloves minced
3/4 cups of diced onions
1 Tablespoon of minced ginger
2 tablespoons of celery seeds
3 tablespoons of sesame seed oil
3 sprigs of fresh thyme
3 tablespoons of tomato paste
add all ingredients to pan
( remove the rabbit and add)
mix the sauce add the rabbit and bake
cook 350 for 35 minutes
add five tablespoons of butter and
serve
You cannot tell someone how to be poetic.
One of the beauty's of God's creation is variety.
Everyone has a different way to view the world. So expression is personal and how they do it,
is how they do it.
You can dislike the well and the pump,
the water may be bitter, but poetry is a pipe.
A pipe is a pipe. (I suppose you can hit
someone in the head with a pipe,
O but this one likes it?!)
Contrite=Clean pipe=poetic hydration= delicious
A garden, apologetics' pardoned.
So many topics of value to water and brighten
in synthesis
Most relatable in at least one way,
some maybe a vantage point yet to be reached.
Poems written, certainly make sense to the Poet,
intent for them
timing of delivery.
The poem vehicle is guiltless and clean.
All non maliced expression is beautiful.
Beauty is there to be seen.
Reaching others is beautiful,
poets know what I mean.
Indeed, a contrite heart's expression cannot be
told how to beat, rhythm or song.
Channel the mind's lifeblood to transfuse
in drops of iv connection.
It is a personal inner working, each
with personality,, a variety, multiplicity, complexity, ingenuity with it's multitude throng of shadows long. ing, to show a cog run
spilling for a dawn ing, kaleiding
with its own gratuity,
with other spring unleashings, seasonings
scent of sprigs sprung reconciling-filing,
suns setting down,
pages aglow with flavors abound for of sight,
sense, touch of taste- of the profound.(a bit much?
No)
A psalm, a palm, a plum, a tongue
(testing, tasting litmus for the truth)
Expression is our spirit animal's instinct.
How can instinct of feeling, "intuition" be wrong?
You may be wrong, but your feelings are always true.
They are a telling of the truth as you know it.
So transpose your interpreter,
3D ink your printer, lube for that ultrasound hum,
seeing reaction, scan for it
and hope for more, so that we can see what
was in you all along.
Then throw up in the bottomless pit,
because you are impregnated with it.
It is squishy, you can feel it in the pit,
under your feat.
True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?
Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.
Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.
4/14/2020
Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.
I let 7 pounds of chicken marinade
in 2 bottles of wine rosemary thyme garlic, 1 hot pepper
we added no salt thinking sodium intake could be monitored
midway through preparation. in the morning
I preparade a batter, of cayenne garlic powder, onion powder and celery powder
with some smoked paprika. dusted the chicken and fried
it slightly golden in some Olive Oil.
I prepared 2 pounds of bacon cooked, crumbled and measured
about 2 cups. set aside.
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mix Together
4 tablespoons of tomato paste
1/4 cup of brandy
2 tablespoons of fish stock
1 T lime juice
mix and set aside
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Sautee in bacon grease and Olive Oil
chopped 1 cup of mushrooms and two cups cleaned whole mushrooms
1&1/2 cup of carrots sliced
3 cups of diced onions
1 cup of yellow bell pepper diced
1/4 cup of or 5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
-----------------reserving 2 cups of marinade
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in a large oven ready pan
add chicken,4 cups of veggie stock or chicken stock or both
pour in strainbed wine from marinade
and 2 cup of water
mixed with tomato paste mixture
add bacon and veggies
cover with foil and cook at 350 for one hour and fifteen minute
un cover check temperature adjust seasonings and salt
cook until chicken reaches 165 degrees.....
serve with mashed garlicy potatoes and or mashed sweet potatoes.
Best with cabbage and kale combo........Or a String Bean Dish.
"I smell A.I. as it coldly brushes against me, stiff and analytical in it's digital analysis of my heartbeat, falling short in quantifying that which is experienced within my soul,,,,, this while though presenting the perfect picture of representation, lack's the true seasonings and flavor of life."
Darrell
A.I. attempts to understand the human experience,,,,, breaking it down into digital bits.... "ones and zeros" as we engineers call it. The outward picture comes quite close to an accurate representation of the heartbeat of humanity yet lacks any flavor ,,, any smell,,, any true understanding of my heart and soul .....
I live! I taste! I smell the flavors of life and I pity the paltry machines and their operators who will never know my joys, my heartache, my laughter, my pain, my victory, my loss, my love or my sorrow...
For the gods themselves stand in envy of my mortality !