Long Shoulder Poems
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Blue Chix de Fluff"
The Catered Affair
Ground chicken meat about 4 cups
4 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/3 cup of minced onions
1/3 c of parsley flakes
1 teaspoon of black peper
1/2 t salt
1 T ground ginger
3 T onion powder
1 teaspoon of paprika
2 T dried rosemary
1 T of Thyme
1 c of mayo
1/2 c of panko bread crumbs
1 T hot sauce
mix well set aside
or using a cookie sheet wrap in plastic wrap and spread mixture evenlly and chill.
2 cups of uncooked smoked picnic ham
in a food processer mix until almost a paste
add 1 T cayenne pepper
1/3 c of heavy cream
5 T mayo
4 egg yolks
3 T cognac
3 T white grape juice
1 t of lemon
3 tablespoons of chopped white raisins
1/4 c of pickled olives
1/4 c of crumbled cooked bacon
1 c of sauteed mushrooms
3 T of minced garlic
1 cup of sauteed onions minced
mix to create a paste like
remove
whisk 4 egg whites stiff
fold into shoulder mix
on the chicken cookie sheet
in the center add 12 slices of swiss cheese
10 slices of sliced ham
in the middle add the fluffed up shoulder meat mixture
roll the into a log
sealing alsides
cut into 11/2 inch pieces
standard egg wash batter sequence.
fry golden brown and place on cookie sheet cook 14 to 20 minutes.
sprinkle top with crumbled bacon
and top with a hollandaise or Dijon, Crème sauce with fresh chopped chives
serve with either fries or mash potatoes and gravy.
At the bus stop, where people gather one by one
After finishing the long weary chores of the day,
I stare blankly at the bus numbers,
Waiting for the one that will finally take me home.
But as always, my bus shows no sign of arriving anytime soon.
When a bus finally pulls up, the waiting passengers
Rush forward in a frantic scramble, eager to claim a seat.
Yet, an old man standing at the very back of the line
Waits with a calm patience, never once rushing.
At that moment, someone brusquely brushes past his shoulder,
Pushing ahead to board first.
I glance around this crowded space.
Lovers holding hands, whispering sweet words to each other;
Elderly women gently patting their aching, exhausted legs;
Men exhaling deep, heavy sighs along with their cigarette smoke;
And those who simply stare into the empty sky, as if they have nowhere left to go.
In this hour, all these drifting gazes intertwine with one another.
At last, the bus I have been waiting for arrives.
No different from anyone else, I hurriedly fumble for my fare
And scramble aboard in haste.
The moment I pay, my eyes swiftly scan the aisles for an empty seat.
By chance, there is exactly one left.
Just behind me, an elderly woman is also preparing her fare,
Her eyes searching the bus for a place to rest her weary body.
Yet, with cold indifference, I rush ahead to take that last empty seat,
And quickly turn my face to stare out the distant window.
The bus starts moving, as if nothing at all had happened.
And inside, the gazes of the city dwellers
Remain fixed, as always, upon the faraway window.
I saw him as I entered the city gates—
a man clothed not in robes, but in a strong green light.
His presence bent the air.
Birds above broke into sudden song.
A cool wind swept the dust from the streets.
The city had known no rain for three years.
Yet when his foot touched the ground,
soft rain began to fall,
as though heaven had remembered us.
He walked the street in silence.
A golden ibis descended,
resting upon his shoulder in slow, deliberate motion.
The sick rose from their beds,
though he had not spoken their names.
Animals followed him in quiet procession.
Children ran to him,
crying “Green Heart! Green Heart!”
He raised his hand,
and they answered with laughter.
Behind him, flowers broke open.
Trees bore fruit out of season.
Strangers embraced like brothers.
Sisters sang again in the marketplace.
But who was he?
Some whispered, “A wanderer from the mountains.”
Others fell to their knees and said,
“It is God, walking among us.”
I was in a sound sleep
ahem.. ahem...
ahem.. ahem...
Suddenly heard someone cough
Then, i quickly opened my eyes
to just find a heart lying on a thermal surface
wriggling & weeping for support
Oh...unfortunately it was Mine..
My Brain had a stroke watching at a strange sight instantly..
Strong choking feel in my neck..
Mouth remained unclosed for people to hear my voice box scream..
Hands and legs were in paralysed state
Blood slowly kept dripping from my soul..
and tears leaking out of my glorious eyes
Oops...there i stood ..
freezing into a lifeless statue..!
[struck by the storm of ephemeral stillness........]
Gosh..
I urgently wanted Life..!
Unexpectedly, there came my Hero
stood by my side
Gazed..
Gazed deeply into me
Finally touched with his magical fingers
And...wow
i saw myself ..
lying on the couch alive
On his...broad shoulder..!
16-6-2021
~DEEPA.V
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FIRST PLACE:-)
Do you see what I see?
In the light of the new day
While birds chirp
Expectantly
Do you see the potential?
Of trying again
Doing it maybe a little
Differently
A new day,
Another chance
To try old things
Or something new
The favour and grace
Of being woken up
Can only be fathomed
When you witness
The sadness and heartbreak
Of someone who lost a loved one
The what if’s and the wish I could haves
Written on their faces
So if today you wake up sad,
Tired of life and all its challenges
Spare a thought -
You are still needed
Someone still needs you
To be their shoulder,
Someone still needs you
To share in their laughter
But most importantly
You are still here by grace
©184528072013
I am dating a young woman and we are deeply in love. However, no matter what I do sexually, she never achieves ****** so we decided to ask a sex therapist for advice. The therapist listened to our story and suggested the following;
"Hire a strapping young man and while the two of you are making love have the young man wave a towel over you, as though he is fanning you both. Make sure he is totally naked and she can see his manhood as he fans you both with the towel. That will help your wife fantasize, and should bring on a full-blown ******."
We went home and followed the therapist's advice. We hired a handsome young man and he stripped off and enthusiastically waved a towel over us both as we made love. But it didn't help and still my lover was unsatisfied and frustrated.
Perplexed, we went back to the therapist "Okay" he says, "let's try it reversed. Have the young man make love to your wife and you wave the towel over them."
Once again, we followed the advice. The young man got into bed with my lover and I waved the towel. The young man really worked with great enthusiasm and my lover soon had an enormous, room-shaking, screaming, ******.
Smiling, I dropped the towel, tapped the young man on the shoulder and said to him triumphantly...."NOW THAT'S how you wave a towel, son!!"
03~12~2014
dadickerector
Thus, do I write of simpler things
Of missing buttons, knotted strings
Of mystery when the doorbell rings
For I have seen the snowman fail
To answer long forgotten mail
Crazed pumpkin faces slowly scowl
As quickly fades the midnight howl
I write of fingers new to mittens
The tempting lure of purring kittens
Of threadbare shirts and tattered jeans
Of baby steps, of living’s themes
For soup is better when it’s slurped
And babies happier when burped
I write of ripples, not of waves
Of what one gives, not what one saves
I seed the edges of the soul
For loneliness makes no one whole
And dare not peek over my shoulder
For I am aging not growing older
John G. Lawless
©7/28/2026
Deevolpment, creation, constuction and then maitainces.
Each all problematic with different ways to solve them.
Problemsolvers, taking large dynamic ideas and developing
solutions by aquiring the services of
people who know how to devlop plans that solve real problems.
the Arkwardness of not knowing can only stiffle grow.""
" reaching your destinated end means mapping
out both the long roads and the shortcuts."
"Using time honored solutions for modern problems."
" together we are united as one we stand: one voice we
speak to the future to be heard as people who were concerned>"
"Grasp the subject, the words will follow, but be wise even in your
foolishness, that your something to say might be the something
someone might need to hear."
" the proper noun in the right verbing area"
We will not underminedd our future to acheive nothing: we
will create and recreate that the thing is created with
perfection."
"Pro and Con: that each guides us to a best choose"
"I'm not saying that he's some off the wall jerk wishing
to make alot of people not like him:what I'm saying is we
are best, better and more equipped to
do the chore ahead of us."
" it's success is prudent to the survallae of this project."
"In that manner might we stand shoulder to shoulder
with one goal and one purpose."
" they look to undo what we have done to stand on such
merits as beleiving they are right are right."
" it
's need to exsist is as important as your need to belong, might
such critia be made to the following."
" Stand dowwn to hear what we are saying, stand down to understand."
" yet be bothered."
" Bother me, it is that imporatnt that you do."
" Which of the following is the best alternitive to the underlined cause?"
" it creates a great story with storylines and audeince understanding: what it lacks is that sorta humanist perfection."
" Taking the clock down, do you know what time it is>"
"
BEST MAN
He feels his situation could be dire
On the hard shoulder, stands aghast
A shiny black Mercedes flashes past
At that speed, the fuel will not last
But then he turns back to his flat tyre
He’ll miss the wedding, not the fallout
With a trunk full of luggage to extract
To then find he has no spare, in fact
Just one more item he knew he lacked
Nor membership for breakdown callout
The advice is to remain with the car
Not seated inside, but standing apart
And now he senses the rain will start
A miserable feeling deep in his heart
A day with performance well below par
His phone has no signal at this location
And now he is getting cold and wet
Another thing he feared he’d forget
Is the ring, and bride he’d not yet met
And with no prospect of reparation
A police car pulled up just behind
They heard his dilemma and radioed in
Arranged for a tow and repairs to begin
Then got him to church top rescue a win
A debt he owed when brought to mind
A man with a power-tool in his hand
I don’t care if it’s a drill,or something with which to sand.
Give him a power tool each and every day
Remove his shirt and oil him, that’s all that I can say.
He doesn’t need muscles that are rippling all about
Just a power tool gets me going, without a shadow of a doubt.
A walk up the street I see a man and his Kango hammer
It gets me all hot and dreamy, my words in a stammer.
Give him a drill I don’t care if it’s not plugged in
My heart misses a beat and he could make me sin.
So thanks to the gods that sent us power tools
Even if he can’t use them to me they are such jewels.
Power tools are sexy and I love them to bits
There’s a man across the road, and the tool pattern he fits.
He has a power drill on his shoulder, hedge cutters in his hand
I’ll finish this one later - I hope you’ll understand.
For nette's SEXY Competition