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Greater Flamingos flock here*,
flames of white and pink bring cheer.
Tall and graceful, standing still,
playful pecking with their bill.
As a colony, they stand
with pink plumage, plush and grand.
Bending down curved snowy necks,
rummaging for food objects.
In the waters, feeding full
with their heads 'neath wetland's pull.
Insects, crabs and tiny fish,
shrimps and planktons as they wish.
Calling each other loudly,
honking deep, they court proudly.
Dancing, preening, paired for life,
Flamboyant flamingos rife.
*Keoladeo National Park, Bharatpur, India.
22nd April 2023
For Emile Pinet's "Write A Jueju-Qijue" contest
Let’s all bring our mortar and pestle
And have a party of great papaya pickle
We call this a famous Thai ‘’som tum”
So delicious! Heavenly awesome!
Let’s first wear our kitchen attire
Dance the Thai music, don’t be shy
Then prepare all the somtum ingredients
For superb taste, a hundred percent.
Main is fresh green papaya, shredded thinly
Raw string beans, chopped evenly
Dried shrimps, fish sauce, limes and lots of chili
Tomatoes, peanuts and crabs smashed heavily.
Yummy somtum is always served with sticky rice
Paired with fried chicken—get more, twice, thrice…
A long table party, others can sit on a mat
While enjoying somtum scrumptiously hot!
Aug. 28, 2022 10.20pm
Note *hot =means very spicy (but yummy)
Please watch the video on YT on how to make super delicious Thai Somtum
It's A Pickle Party
Contest Judged: 9/10/2022 2:36:00 PM
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Place 5 (up to 9 single w)
Serenity reigned all afternoon,
no clouds blocking the face of the sun...
I napped well on a soft sand dune.
The seagulls scattered the salty and wet sand,
looking for dead fish...they ate all the shrimps
that I caught hours before the breeze turned to wind.
" *East of midnight", the silvery sky changed to gray,
I looked up and frowned, " It's time to head for the boardwalk."
Gulls picked up my blanket which floated over Mary.
The rageful gulls became much stronger, I forced my beach hat on and stood still...
fearing that it would it be torn and return to strends of straw,
while trying to withstand the force of the dusty swirlwind with a composed will.
* " East Of Midnight " is the song title
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
Once upon a time
Beneath the amber grain
A lady lives her name is
Lizzy bell
A fast fashion pretty lookin princess
Laced in diamonds and rubies and satin dresses
She's a 128 pound and bench press 308
A slick young lady, who never blind dates
A little slow on reversal, but quick to run
Wat's her name, say her name
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
Lizzy kisses with grit and grace
While chewing gum she kisses barbwire for fun
Lizzy Bell razzle, dazzle champion and quail
Shrimps and giants she's so defiant
Men go one the run
From Lizzy Bell yes they run
LAG LIPSTICK & GUM
12/07/17
by james Edward lee sr.
Historians are mere men.
They sail in the high seas of people
To catch a glimpse at the elusive whale of peace.
Yes, History is not just,
It is the poor outline of the book of Life.
Everyday historians climb their intellectual mountains
And observe their nation like the news chopper over the Brooklyn Bridge,
Down are the flipping pages
Like fresh fish caught from the pond.
The children of the World are born naked,
They will be dressed with the garments of their Culture,
They will be indoctrinated by the idiosyncrasy of their Society
Schooled and fed the yellow marrow of their History,
Except for the marginal and exploited children,
They will be consumed like shrimps in Chinatown.
All the children without exception will be made to choose
Between their consciousness and their Patriotism,
Between Humanity and their religion.
Early, the superimposed mind will be placed
Piece by piece in their initiation ritual,
Crowned with a montage of thoughts,
Others' thoughts.
2 pie crust
two butterflied chicken breast fillets
to make a stuffing
puree ten medium shrimps, 1/2 stick of butter four tablespoons of white wine, 3 chopped green onions
cayeene pepper, 1/2 cup of heavycream, white pepper, 1/4 cup of parsely 1/2 teaspoon of tyme, mix in a blender, not adding the cream, once incorporated, add heavy cream to make a fluffy creamy stuffing, spoon into chicken use all of it between the two, place chicken on pie crust, using eggwash to seal the edges, make a design if wanting too, cook until golden brown.
sevre with salad and wine
1 up of sauted mushrooms(sliced), 1 cup of sauted onions(halfed and sliced), 1 cup of sauted green peppers........( 4 pounds of potroast cooked until it shredded, five baked potatoes,(cubed) two cups of sourcream, mix together,
like a potatoes salad, and sever witopped with green onions.
If I could live under the sea
I would marry my sweet mermaid Shelly
Oh how happy the two of us would be
Swimming forever in the deep blue up to the brimme
The fish would wish they could be us
For we could survive in sea to shore
The world be our oyster overstuff
With pearls her I adore
Sunken treasures of the past
We could explore but ignore
Our love enough for us to last
For free is the sea forever more
Choral gardens rich in life
Colors glow from sunbeams light
Ride the waves no worries or strife
Moonbeams spiral into our night
With a roof of water over our heads
Safe from storms let them blow
Huddle and cuddle in the octopus's bed
Asleep to dreams that flow
The shark's all bite, the whale has tales
The otters play, the crabs are crabby
The dolphins laugh, the old squid smells
The penguins dance, the walrus is flabby
The seals bark, the eels glow
The shrimps are shrimps, the seagull steals
The lobster diets, the seahorse was rode
And the porpoises were all pale
Just a day benaeth a wave
For my Sweet Shelly and me
Happy to be married to a meramid
With baby mermaid soon to be
Ladies and gentlemen, and all the rest
We do entertain you to the fullest
As pickle members of well-being zest
Showing functional roles for healthy quest
Making us thank God*, we’re uniquely blest!
Ready are we to show our savory best
Sizzling loudly, exuding flavor’s jest
Behold our spices strong in challenging taste test
Mustard seed, chili powder belt song-fest
While turmeric yodels from choir loft nest!
Onstage are fresh herbs lilting with delight
Ginger, onion, garlic, dill … sway to flight
Along salt and vinegar’s graceful might
Ecstatic midst olive oil’s waltzing sprite
Satiating awesomely everyone’s appetite!
Molasses, alum rise to freedom height
Swirling around cucumbers’ soaring sight
As crispy carrots with shrimps glide aright
Bottled on display for dieters’ plight---
In our party, you’re welcome --- since we palatably invite!
*In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
September 7, 2022
6th place, "It's A Pickle Party" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 9/10/2022.
The gelatintion of used
and fry grease waste.
fry your catfish in me
fry your chickens bay-bay
them potatoes fry crisped and all
grease slatting on the wall
shrimps and zuchinni too
baking soda doughnut
fried up too
then when it starts to stink
and the porkchops come out pink
sprinkle in the soldifier hardener
and that old grease
is ready for the trash can
when the potaos won't clear it up
sprinkle the powda and solidfy it up
and dump the grease out there
Film Clip of Lex luthor
in his college days
doing an advertisment for
Gelationizer grease remover
filed under "Attribution" from
Supermans notes found
in a breifcase at the
Metropolis Mall
by Hal Jordon and Alan Scott
Oswald Cobblepot and wealthy businessman
offered them a fortune for the breifvase.
Tune in to see what transperes.
3 slightly different interpretations in
delivery of the same line or lines.
Cobblepot spoke to them via phone
and then they agreed to meet somewhere
near the railtracks.
Written by
Dr. Johnathan Crane
of
Acme Betterance
a
Acme Company
Reserch Deptment
9.
like the light
like the dark
yet it is full of the sound of steps
again it wakes up on the forest-road
taking leave from the yellow construction
all the sound of the bamboo-flute
sinks today into the green minerals
it is not moonlight
on the road it is some north-east sadness
he who comes admits his body
with the divine sin
if you are sorry be water for three days now
through out the day and night
there is the paraffin of fire-flies
the blue cough is not from the sky
it may be some tusu-gaan fly off
from the chest of the straight-line
that has been wiped out
10.
i’ve deposited my metallic heart
to the archaeological-store of the wind
and i send rolling this bare eyes towards the fog
frequently
i make the crystal of her hair soft
i can see those crows
whose jaws are not closed
the colour is also
as if it were burst into cotton
can the anchal of danekhali sari swallow the kernel
and water of the blue tooth-brash after opening its husk
i say to the head with earnest request
oh my father keep cool
and look at the rain-pipe inside which
there is all the dances of the peacocks
11.
in the dim light
the predecessors of the dead stars
tell stories
this dhaba
is beside the long bus-root
yet it is still not satisfied
with the shrimps
the tail of the black drongo
hanging from the farakka bridge
is divided
towards the ganga
towards the padma
the gramophone of the mid-noon
continues to sound at the midnight
those who are doing pilgrimage
on the back of tigers
within the lighting zone of their torch
all the nearest of men who get lost
cover their faces
you know very well that the memory-gland of the wind
becomes how much river-minded when it walks through the fire