Long Skillet Poems

I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the...

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Most of you, I don’t suppose, devote a lot of time to wond’ring ‘bout your death, but, now and then, 
I begin imagining some pretty strange scenarios.   Of course I’m going to die,...

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"What time is it" she thought, as she lie on the ground
Her bare naked body had been beaten and bound
fine hairs on her arms stood erect, nipples were taut
Wandering eyes were mobile, the rest of...

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How am I doing

Well thanking you very much indeed

For being kind enough to ask

Because I am doing just fine

In fact I can't tell a lie i am actually
way far better than that bordering on
great 

Because...

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HE SPOKE OF HER AS A GODESS
THEY MARVELED AT HER WAYS OF
KEEPING HIM AT BAY: IT'S SAID SHE
ONCE TOUCHED THE WATERS OF
A CREEK IN CRETE AND THE
WATER FROZE AT HER COMAND !
HE STOOD IN THE...

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My fellow countrymen, the President, Politicians, and pulpiteers                           ...

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Burning the hay day’s flurry’s from club Sixty Eight                          ...

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TwentyFabelThree 
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Viewpoint Of The Fish 
 
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Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse 
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old...

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Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe

childlike memories with
an adult like twist
(just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles
    ?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on )

1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4...

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It’s only fifteen hundred miles
From Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts,
To Omaha, Nebraska,
But it’s a lifetime away.
All those good years and bad years,
The old furniture and the new,
The thumbed wedding album, 
The baby books, class pictures,
Weddings and more...

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we were talking about the good ole days
and wondered how these people would remember us
we got on a conversation about food and
those special items we liked from our favorite
grandma's.
we came up with some new recipes...

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Written: September 06, 2023
I dream poetry                             ...

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By Letra Compas
and
Armonia Escala

It sequence lacked luster
she found it more interesting
to exaggerate the middle
to make a more engaging plot
to detail the characters intent
making antiques of the neauce
and eldering the nuance
it creates the kind of characters
that...

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It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees
and dropping,
by dusk it will be grey turning to red
then black.

Where is the oyster shell now?
The heavenly picture
of a pale spume-tickled .
An unmarried Tudor lady
applies more cosmetic beeswax
to...

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5 cups of cooked rice
1 &1/2 cup of diced polish sausage
1 cup of poached chicken livers crumbled (poached in 1/2 white wine)
3/4 cups of diced onion
1/2 diced celery
1/2 diced green bell pepper
3 tablespoons of crushed...

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“The Homestead”



In my dreams
I still see the house – 
The old country place
Nestled among the Mesquite trees
That whispered a welcoming chant.

The grandmother stands bent over
A cabinet rolling out dough for oversized biscuits
While bacon sizzles on...

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How lucky are we to live in a world with love as its foundation…
A love that’s universal…but with infinite variations.

For instance…there’s the love we have for our family, our friends…
love between two men, two women…between...

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We danced all night on Maxwell street 
singing the blues and eating chicago style 
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in 
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river 

flowing of winter green...

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Back in East Texas where I grew up
Folks did a whole lot of fishing
I liked to fish using a trot line
If catfish is what I’m wishing

A trot line is a long line that’s strong 
Every...

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Lyrics from a song from skillet

Walk this world alone try to stay on my feet
Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up cause I'm afraid to sleep
And open my eyes to a new day, with all...

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Mornings, light and smiling
Coffee brewing, black
Meat frying in a cast iron skillet
Grease, flour and milk, stirred together
Gravy poured over steaming biscuits
Granny’s breakfast – typically
Grown to life from a wood cookstove

Noon, gentle sunshine
Picking cornfield beans, breaking
The...

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Ingredients
6 tablespoons salted butter
1 small red bell pepper, sliced 
1 small yellow bell pepper, sliced 
1/2 yellow onion, sliced 
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt 
8 ounces thinly sliced deli roast beef 
Couple dashes of Worcestershire 
2...

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A candy dish in cobalt glass
Reflecting temptations
Beneath the heavy cover

A hairbrush fuzzy with gray down
From the head it combed
On nights spent alone, awake

A cast iron skillet
Melting fatback and butter
Frying potatoes, tomatoes and okra

A earth colored...

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Much homage to our hips
hips that did not give in
Lipton tea, kool-aid, lemonade
was the sin I live in
hips stuffed with gin
fried pork chops, fried okra
proud of the skin I'm in
turnip greens with turnips
hot water cornbread...

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He fancied himself Mr. Fixit for things that broke around the house.
He had a knack for screwing things up which aggravated his spouse.
His tool kit consisted of a wrench, hammer, screwdriver and a brush;
Also, a...

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