Long Taco Poems
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12 fried green tomatoes
12 slices of fried cheese
4 cups of seasoned taco beef cooked
Plus 4 cups of spaghetti sauce
Mix 2 cups of crushed doretos plus
2 cups of shedded cheddar
3 scrambled eggs
2 cups of crumbled goat cheese
1 cup of drained ricotta
3 tablespoons of caramelized garlic
1 cup of crumbled sundried tomatos
2/3 cup of carlized onion
1/4 of roasted bell pepper
16 lasagna noodles
Mix ricotta and goat cheese with 2 cups of mozzarella.and 3 scrambled eggs
Mix taco beef sauce
With garlic, onions and sun dried tomato
And roasted bell pepper
In a casserole dish add a layer of spaghetti sauce. Top with four noodles
Add taco beef top with fried tomatos
4 slices of fried cheese, layer
Dollop with egg and cheese mixture save enough for one more layer
Do the same again, top with noodles
Sauce the top noodles
And sprinkle on doretos mix, cover with aluminum and bake at 350 for 50 minutes.
Serve warm!
Mexicans make many things,
but the best is tacos,
bull-fighting is kinda cool,
not as cool as tacos.
Cheese and chips and refried beans,
folks put them in tacos,
awesome spices in the meat,
the soul of the taco.
You can buy them in the street,
lots of folks sell tacos,
or in a cantina seat,
they should sing of tacos.
You don’t need a plate to eat,
the genius of tacos,
as a setting their complete,
need no frills with tacos.
Have them wild or with heat,
either’s great with tacos,
some use fish they caught at sea,
that is one strange taco.
Get chorizo, get the steak,
now I want some tacos,
money can’t buy happiness,
but it sure buys tacos…
I met her in the coffee shop
She hid me from a violent cop
She didn't care if I'd been hooking
She gave that cop a sober look and
Said, "She ran out that back door"
While underneath the check-out stand
I curbed a giggle, touched her hand
And saw that copper nevermore.
For thirteen days and nights we played
We laughed and sighed, no promise made
Not one moment were we apart
I loved her dearly from the start
Now I sit alone with mocha
And a side of almond roca
Our final meal: rice with veggie taco
Then she left forever for Morocco.
This poem I regard as a failure. It's odd it took me several months of periodic tinkering looking for the perfect words and scans that would rescue it from clunkiness. I think the last line is perfect for this poem, but leading up to it are so many little bad choices for which I could not find better. But I'm giving up, and sharing it as-is, as after all that work on it I hate to just throw it away.
She was tired of Steve-Oh
Been together too long
Like a worn out recording
Of an old country song
While he laid there sleeping
Thought who next she would bed
She saw a guy at Loves
His eyes looked kind of dead
If you like brain dead Latinas
Living at the park in the rain
If you're not into mental yoga
If you have only half a brain
If you like screamers at midnight
If you look like a bearded ape
Then your the one I'm looking for
Hop in my car and escape
So she picked him up at Loves
Living in his clothes, looked kinda sad
He knew she had no standards
Out of the weather, he was really glad
I will be your old lady
People will be kind of mean
But if I’m your old lady
Smoking meth will be a routine
Yes, I like brain dead Latinas
Living at the park in the rain
I'm into Taco Bell at midnight
Texas Steel Reserve is my champagne
I like screamers at midnight
I look like a short bearded ape
I’m the one you are looking for
I’ll hop in your car and escape
Meet you tomorrow at noon
Through the crime scene tape
At a bar called the Lee’s
And we'll plan our escape
Waited there with high hopes
And he walked in the place
She knew him in an instant
Saw the bugs on his face
He looked real shady
He said I think I remember you
She laughed for a moment
And she saw he barely knew
If you like brain dead Latinas
Living at the park in the rain
Like watching tornados
Texas Steel Reserve is your champagne
If you like screaming at midnight
If you look like a bearded ape
You’re the dwarf I’ve looked for
Come to my trailer and escape
If you like brain dead Latinas
Living at the park in the rain
If you're not into mental yoga
If you have only half a brain
I like screaming at midnight
I like short bearded apes
I’m into Taco Bell at Midnight
After a six pack we’ll escape
They’ll get married tomorrow
Cut through the crime scene tape
At a bar called Lee’s
After a six pack they will escape
Turns rusty as a hopeless, charred, lost waiting.
But no withering, camouflaged, stinging feelings.
I have joyless, expressive, harmless recipes.
And nothing else in the works, not even a crunchy taco.
Turns out that things need stuff.
Or brain chemicals.
Neurons, charred, scabbed over.
Turns out there’s no wavering when it comes to spilled stuff.
The hospital churns out lost, rusty, scrunched up people.
Not even a minced onion left in them.
Just brain chemicals.
Wavering butterflies, invisible, and scentless.
Turns out that I need a bed to sleep in.
But someone scattered ashes all over it.
Turns out?
There’s a spell that would undo the minced meat feeling.
Charred, scabbed over again.
Brain chemicals.
And harmless recipes.
Was into Alcoholics while doing mental yoga
Marijuana seeds and being a non-smoker
My cheesy dorritos better than taco bell ones
People said I was dumber than Pole-lish ones
I took my husband’s drunken hits
Because I showed off my Latina ****
All the Oak-keys were trying hard
To get inside my retard’s lee-oh-tard
Went to my hairdresser to have a hair-do (hair do-be-do-be-do)
Asked if I knew some drug addict from Purr-due
He introduced me to Fentanyl and Cocaine
Now making chee-sea nachos is just a sideline
Now it’s just a side-line!
Went to Mexico, I bee-come a Gnostic
Did a Juan in the origin-nal Coptic
I really don’t have any theories
Random thoughts, in no particular series
There are no windows into my mind
Steve told me,
“It's not your mind, it's your body they're into”.
While selling Firestones he said,
I need thoughts like I need another
Hole in, the in the hole, in the hole, in my head
I am an honor-ary Oak-key now
Have to keep a pretense somehow
Can’t take my boyfriend’s latest hits
Cause guys keep checking out my ****
All the Oak-keys are trying to get inside
This retard’s lee-oh-tard
Lee-oh-tard lee-oh-tard lee-oh-tard
Oh Ninnekah, my lee-oh-tard
My Lee
Oh
Tard
La La La La La La Lah
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sunsets of a thousand colors,
jumping into crystal blue waters,
yeah, baby - school's out for summer.
At first, it’s a shock - ignoring the clock,
we’re like prisoners set free
- for a two-month party
- and no responsibilities
Ditch the books b1tchez - you’re my tribe
- summer’s our vibe and it’s time to slip-n-slide.
Barbeque, corn on the cob, juicy peaches,
lemonade, popsicles, hot sandy beaches,
thunderstorms, short shorts, cotton candy clouds,
let's get a little too silly and a little too loud.
Coleslaw, hotdogs, sharing French fries
Charles smokin' ribs, burgers piled high,
lounging by the pool, with friends dropping by.
Sunglasses, flip-flops, midnight walks, crop tops,
sunrise mornings, throwing frisbees in the park
Playlist DJ’n, the bare feet are tappin', we’re TikTok dancin’,
and, truth or dare, I’m seeing a couple of new romances.
Ferris wheel spinnin', funnel-cake eatin’, roller coaster screamin’,
the kettle-corn’s poppin’ for rom-com streamin’ and reality-TVing.
My mom asked, “Why are you girls all sleeping in one room?”
The answer? “Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime snooze”
Why doesn’t someone make a sunblock perfume?
Umbrellas, watermelons, 3am dips, Taco Bell trips
and roasting marshmallows on the poolside fire-pit
Beach towels spread like butterfly wings,
hey, our tans are starting to match our bikinis!
Come on, relax, have an ice-cold martini.
We’re not doin’ nothin' - we’re makin’ memories!
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"
All blondes wear diamond rings and drive Mercedes so old.
All brunettes wear green straw hats and plant marigolds.
All tall people play golf on Saturdays and are Methodists winkers.
All Americans are overweight donut-eating, chocolate milk drinkers.
All Africans wear their hair in braids, and despise tattoos of a girl.
All Mexicans like hot taco sauce and dance in a frenzied whirl.
All old people want to be young, and resent their mother.
All only children want siblings, wishing they had a brother.
All men want a crazy, out-of-control woman in their bedroom.
All divorcees want to marry a millionaire who is not full of gloom.
All Republicans want a dictator to be president who is angry and blue.
All liberals want to give free food to the undocumented, and do.
The minute you think of people as a group of “all” you are wrong.
Please memorize this poem, and sing it as a song.
If you cannot see this by now, then I must join the throng.
For I have written this poem entirely wrong.
We used eggroll wrappers
to make the best
taco beef
with fried cheese
and three cheese
cassorole
delisious
topped with crush doretos and shredded cheese.
tomato sauce dripping
teasing the hungriest persons imagineation
a dish for people
who like delious food!
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He lacked concern for
the people who wished to use the flute!
I sent my Giant Incain Monster
to deal with his foolishness
as he refused to wipe off
the mouthpiece!"
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written by: Professor Jerga de Feriantes
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