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In complicated relationships,
and complex story telling
with regeneratively developing
and degeneratively undeveloping characters,
Personalities with powers to inflict harmful
punishment,
and healing
forgiveness,
Shunning
and harassment
or compassion
and integrity,
Neglect
and abuse
or co-investment
and solidarity,
Who switches from and
to positive
to negative
and back again
first
and last
Depends on where and when we choose to begin
our journey down selective memory's avenue
of speaking and reacting
and not listening and responding,
But this primary choice
of Alpha and Omega point
is further influenced
by what we choose to notice
and assume is perceivable,
malleable,
still alive
And what we fail to remember
to reconnect
to return again
to restore
What we omit
set aside
assume unchangeable as death
and poor pay disproportionate taxes
Among all our political and economic
civil and uncivil history of individual relationships
and family systems
and community networks
and EarthTribe polycultural species
come and gone before
on Earth's round revolving stages
of unfolding
unraveling
And refolding
reforming
redeeming
rewinding
regenerating
restoring historic healthy relationships.
You don't go looking for a bicycle
And bring home a truck.
Nor looking for soap
A bucket of muck.
If looking for a rose
You bring home a cactus
You might want to ask yourself
"Why must I act thus?"
Love is as particular
As hot, as a lightning strike
It chooses it's path and avoidance
Grounding itself by the path most liked.
Choose not the dressing
Though we wear thoughts on a sleeve
Choose neither the casing
Least time make you leave.
Find those traits
That combine just so
Choosing your battleground
Loneliness, your foe.
When you know what you seek
What you want, what you need
You'll set aside gems
In your search, and be freed.
If looking for a truck
A bike won't make the cut.
A cactus won't become a rose
There's more road, less rut.
I thought love was a commodity
And all love, all fire, the same
Until I knew what I wanted
Only then burst I aflame.
6 new york strips
set aside and make marinade and sauce
3 tablespoons of honey
4 tablespoons of molasses
5 tablespoon of worchestire sauce
1/4 cup of lime juice
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
5 tablespoons of cilantro
4 tablespoons of dehydrated onions
4 tablespoons of spiced rum
1/2 teaspoons of horseradish
mix together allowing steaks to marinade about 4 hours, pat the steaks dry and broil to medium well.
in a sauce pan reduce marinade, add some of the fat from the new york strips, and use as a side sauce for the steaks.
5 cups of boiled sliced potatoes
1 1/2 cups of diced asparagus
in a sauce pan mix the following
2 cups of heavy cream
1 cup of mozzarella
1 cup of feta
1 cup of bacon bits
1 cup of diced onions
3/4 cup of thinly sliced green peppers
make a sauce by combining the ingredients over a warm heat, cover the potatoes and asparagus with cheese bake at 350 until golden brown.
in a pan 4 cups of shredded cabbage
1 cup of white vinegar
1 cup of grape juice
2 cups of pickled pig ears, cut into strips and vinegar removed.
1 cup of wilted onions ( broiled in olive oil)
add vinegar and grape juice to a pot, when the mixture starts to boil add cabbage, remove from heat and allow the mixture to cool.
when the cabbage becomes room temperature add the pigears,
and cover, cook on low for about 15 minutes adding onions
and stirring, rmeove from stove serve at room temperature.
from the movie " Direinjarr" an action filled adventure, based in 2020. it the anniveirey of the metoer crashing into earth. a group of astronauts get together using this dish, as the reason for their gathering.
What got for supper man?
I got 2 quarts of stewed tomatoes
3 cups of cooked grounded pork
1& 1/2 package of taco seasoning
3 cups of cooked pinto beans
1 cup of cooked collards chopped
5 tablespoons of garlic
1 cup of carmelized onion
1 /4 cup of chopped cilantro
1/ 4 cup of lime juice
I cook it it reduce, set aside
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cook about 13 cups of rice
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Hot water cornbread
4 cups of cornmeal
2.5 cups of water
1/3 cup of sharp cheddar
1 T garlic powder
2 T of onion powder
5 T buttermilk
cook,cool,make patties,and fry!
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Cooked my cabbage in hock broth
with potatoes and carrots
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Pureed raspberry and ginger root and honey
Mixed with sprite and gin and serve.
Darling sweetie, honey bunch!
Beso, Kissey, Prettygal!
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Lonely is a man Without Love
"Quando m'innamoro"
Mixed with Samples
from "ALL Your Goodies are Gone"
Parliment......Multible Womens and Mens
she lefteded me I stayed on A Sailboat.
I rewrote several songs in
a collaberated efford .
We can up with this
track a modern Cleaner version with no
refrances to legallity.
Steering a Sailboat"
Honored and hallowed be the name of God on this night also
And may the life and safety of children everywhere be realized
Laughter and fun, joy and kindness; may you rule the whole night through!
Love and respect, sweet candies and sweet people; shine bright and strong!
Open every package and bars of treats, with never a sign of ill will or evil intent
We, at our church, have set aside a special night to treat and sweeten the kids
Each child is a part of His plan, and is the object of His great love and affection
Every child, red and yellow, black, brown, and white are precious in His sight
Noise and laughing tonight! let there be bright lights tonight! it’s the night of saints!
10132016 Acrostic form, PS Contest, Halloween Night, Nayda Negron
Glitterin' gold wuz struck along Alder's Gulch in eighteen sixty-three!
Potential prospectors came frum as fer away as Knoxville, Tenn-o-see!
Hordes uv soiled doves and gamblers migrated to the Gulch as well,
Along with platoons uv ruffians and barkeeps, their potent booze to sell!
Fellers labored hard all week pickin' and a-shovelin' at their claim.
But Sundays wuz set aside to raise 'oly 'ell, much uv it to their shame!
Baptist preachers thumped their Bibles tryin' to preach above the din.
There warn't no churches so they preached in saloons aginst the wages uv sin!
Hurdy-gurdy gals roamed about 'neath the steely-eyed gaze uv their 'madam'.
Guns and bowie knives wuz rife and wuz brandished by the dudes that had 'em!
Brawls erupted resultin' in blackened eyes and numerous bloodied noses,
Leavin' heaps uv rowdies sprawled on sawdust floors in grotesque poses!
Pie-aner players added to the din beltin' out their bawdy songs!
Preachers gave up and said to 'ell with it and joined the festive throngs!
Poker games wuz proceedin' in ever' saloon, usually endin' in a ruckus,
Since there seemed to be an excess uv aces held by some cheatin' cuss!
Fallin' down drunks wuz nuisances that bouncers simply booted out the door,
But they somehow meandered to another pub to imbibe a little more!
On Sundays they had their spree - on Mondays though sick and broke,
They panned fer 'dust fer another Sabbath frolic - the aim uv ever' bloke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
O web of guesses woven:
Divine: dichotomy?
Set aside, O witch coven?
Fire, O fancy-free!
Sulfur fumes, metallic grey.
Gold to separate.
Stir it well, heat, wait: a day.
Dole, O disparate.
O crystals, are you flexible?
Relative to some.
Rule of thumb, O parda gull?
Lightly beat thy drum.
Spritely fly, O peregrine!
The raptor closes in!
Talons clash and beaks tear skin!
Battles to begin!
Wind, slip through space. Melee, machine.
Thunderbolt, thy storm.
Turtle, snap. Core? Carapace.
Living room, keep warm...
Tympani, roll. Gaol? Golden bowl.
Broken arrow, fly.
Pining, princess? Sign and soul!
Horn, blow back and fry!
Black bell and book? Crook. Lore a-look.
Ritual, outward point.
Bishop, are you worth that rook?
Pain of loss, anoint...
Seeker, reveal. Heat lightning, peal.
Dark fire, in me sing.
Flame aquatic, burn bright teal.
Oxidize thy sting...
You are my life and in that I believe
Always my love will be only for you
Flattering though that sounds I must confess
My first love is chocolate - sad but true
Sensual visions to capture the feel
Bringing the contours of wind sculpted plains
Hold that thought even though I love it so much
Must let the dog out before he drives me insane
Shimmering soft on the eclipse of love
Cloudless these evenings of star sprinkled mist
Just looked - no lustrous stars in this sooty sky
But stay for chocolate drizzled cake - I do insist
I drink in your fragrance
Tasting the flavors, your moistened lips
I heard something of interest today,
Chocolate doesn’t go to the hips
Kiss me ‘midst the maples
Kiss me ‘long the shore
Kiss me o’ my precious one
Now and ev’r more
Its thirsty work I must confess
This kissing and walking along the shore
A chocolate sundae sounds rather good
At that quaint little place that I do adore?
I see, I see, in front of me
Dessert, dessert, set out for free
My! you do know how to set the mood
I can’t go past this - you do know me
The night feels right the lights are turned low
What’s this the video has stopped? Hello!!
Johnny has left the building? Just when I wanted more
No matter- my debonair poet of delight
Conjure me up some George Clooney tonight
Well set aside your chocolate pie
For Hollywood is coming by
And as you explore your favorite star
I’ll enjoy that Hershey bar
Oh Fickle Heart chocolate second placed?
From gold to silver - it’s now displaced
Footnote:
I’ve used George Clooney as he is globally acclaimed as the most favored flavor in the ratings.
Personally, I favor the more 'Bono' type - (I love his voice)
Paul David Hewson, known by his stage name Bono, is an Irish singer-songwriter, musician.
Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Chris Green, poet extraordinaire for sparing some of his wonderful talent and collaborating with me to bring you this arrangement.
Copyright © Maria Williams & Chris Green | 12 July 2017
if I had all the money that I ever wanted,
I suppose that I could travel the world;
live in a better home, buy better clothes, if money was no object,
but you see money cannot help me,
each day my health is more delicate, slipping further away;
and all the money in the universe will not change a thing,
this is my struggle and my daily reality . . .
the things I give myself are simple,
relaxing music to soothe this weary soul;
peace, tranquility and love to ease my pain,
and I ask the Lord for acceptance . . .
in meditation I try to fathom the why,
of course, with money I could go to a fancy retreat;
but a corner in my bedroom is set aside for meditation and relaxing,
and it is there I have placed peaceful things that cost very little . . . .
perhaps with money I could get better drugs,
but no drug is going to change this girl's destiny;
this I know deep in my heart and soul,
I have for a long, long time.
I think a lot about my past and life so far,
the paths I took or did not take, the things I said or did not;
could money have changed my journey in any way . . .
a warm bath, a cozy bed, a sweet purring cat, paper and pen so I can write,
my laptop within reach, a walk in nature listening to the birds;
a loved one to hold my hand . . . .
these are my indulgences and they may not seem like much to you,
but I feel like the wealthiest person in this world;
for money cannot buy happiness nor can it buy life,
all I need is the indulgence of tranquility;
and that comes from within . . .
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January 28, 2015 (Edit)
Poetry/Free Verse/and that comes from within
Copyright Protected, ID 15-1108-615-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the 2019 Marathon, Mile 13
sponsor, Mark Toney
Second Place
—The Seller of the Last Unwanted Thing—
I found you where the markets lose their voices,
where merchants lower lamps and count their gain.
You stood among a thousand other choices,
your hands still full, your eyes still asking pain.
I said, “I have a thing you cannot measure.”
You laughed, as buyers laugh at hidden treasure.
I did not show a box, a ring, a token,
nor speak the language printed on a price.
The finest promises are often broken;
the costliest things are sold as being nice.
I had no banner, no convincing art—
only a quiet vacancy in my cart.
You asked me, “What is it?” I said, “That depends
on what you have been carrying all these years.”
You looked away, as tired and wounded friends
look when they do not wish to name their fears.
A man can carry kingdoms on his back
and still collapse beneath a childhood lack.
I once saw an old man by a window,
holding a coat that someone else had worn.
The room was full of photographs and shadow;
the morning entered gently, without scorn.
He touched the sleeve and whispered to the air,
as if the dead might still be waiting there.
I did not comfort him. I did not try.
Some wounds are doors that open from within.
Outside, a leaf fell upward through the sky,
returning to the branch it had not been.
The tree stood still. The world forgot its law.
The man looked up—and saw what he once saw.
Then slowly, like a man releasing breath,
he placed upon my table all he owned:
The names he feared would vanish after death,
the debts of love, the seeds of every stone.
I asked for nothing. He gave nothing too.
And somehow both of us departed new.
So here I stand. The offer still remains.
No miracle. No kingdom. No reward.
Just room enough to set aside your chains,
and hear the silence underneath the sword.
Take it or leave it. I will not persuade—
For what is truly yours was never made.