Long Tomato Poems
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The sincere romantic gesture
a perfect smile
a glance while holding hands
a dapper looking style
The whispers though out the evening
a passionate enduring kiss
a twinkle from that in your eye
while talking, that peckish kinda kiss
The Pièce de résistance is simply
you and I
all we have to do is
stop and steer
The heart of the matter
We are the Masterpeice
the center of the stage
is ours
ten zucchinni slices
1 cup of cottage cheese
1/4 cupparmesan cheese
garlic minced
2 eggs
green onions chopped
1/4 cup of chopped portabello mushroom
1/4 of diced sundired tomatos in oil
1/4 teaspoon of anchovie paste
1/2 cup of crumbled bacon
5 olives chopped
mix stuffing and line a greased cookie sheet
and stuff or layer the zucchii bake
until goldedn brown top with a hot tomato sauce and cheese
all seasoned readed and fried
one trout filleted
6 medium shrimp
six slices off procuttio
six toasted and garlic buttered
hoagie loaves
lettuce tomato pickles
fried onion
with Specail sauce
6 tablespoons of yogurt
5 tablespoons of mayo
1 teaspoon of garlic
1 tablespoon of chives
1 tablespoons of tarrogen
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
1 tablespoon of chopped green pepper
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 tablespoons of hopped bacon bits
6 burgers cooked well to medium
12 slices of cooked bacon
6 slices of provolone
6 slices of cheddar
1/2 cup of fried onions
mayo
lettuce
tomato
in a muffin pan
place eggroll wrapper
add 1 tablespoon of butter each
add one slice of porcuttio
chop olives 2/3 cups of black olives
3 tablespoons of olive oil
2/3 cup of chopped onions
2/3 minced mushrooms
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 teaspoon of cayeenne pepper
2/3 cups of chopped bacon
2/3 chopped sundreid tomatos
4 tablespoon of golden current or rasians
5 tablespoons of chopped green pepper
1 tablespoon of celery sed
2/3 cup of grated parmesean
1/2 cup of chopped asparagus
add to a pan all the veggies (except the parmesans cheese)
cook until onions are tranlusent add parmesean and remove from heat
add 4 tablespoon of sweet port or sherry
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
cut pork loin into 1&1/2 inch pieces
salt and pepper deep fry for about ten minutes nearly cooking
the pork well.
set aside and half a portion to tell the donest
cook more if neded.
assemble
veggie mix a tablespoon in bottom of pan
top with pork
and cover with tablespoon of veggie mix
fold eggroll( Double the wrappers if wanting a thicker crust)
fold neatly eggwash and cut a puff pastryornament to cover the eggroll
design and bake until golden brown
in a sauce pan add pork stock cream and creamed chese to
with sweet port or sherry
to make a sauce
and serve with swet potato frnched fries and white potoato fries mixed
with a healthy garden salad
I remember the night of our anniversary so vividly.
Cyril, who locals call 'Cyril the Squirrel' because he's such a miser,
had just taken a seat at the next table with his date Muriel, the local gossip.
Muriel was clutching a wilted red rose that Cyril must have given her
I could clearly see a half price sticker on the wrapper
He really is so darn cheap!
Cyril sat drumming his fingers on the table whilst Muriel perused the menu.
"Hurry up and order, Muriel.
It's buy one, get one free if we order in the next five minutes," he barked!
The waitress arrived to take their order.
She didn't have a chance to say a word before Cyril declared,
“You certainly took your time.
Muriel tell the girl what you want and make it snappy or I’ll miss out on the special offer.”
Muriel ordered tomato soup followed by roast chicken.
“I’ll have the same," said Cyril.
“It will save on the cost if we both have identical meals.”
I was feeling sorry for Muriel when the soup arrived and I could hear Cyril twittering on.
“Hurry up and eat your soup, Muriel .
We can go dancing at the Palais ….
It’s free if we get in before seven o’clock.”
“OH I LOVE DANCING!
BUT NOT WITH A PENNY PINCHING SCROOGE LIKE YOU!" she screamed in annoyance.
The restaurant fell silent; all eyes turned to their table.
Muriel stood, tipped the bowl of soup in his lap,
and whacked him across the face with the limp rose.
"First and last date, Cyril, …
and it didn’t cost you a cent, after all MY meal was free!"
She turned on her heels and stormed out of the restaurant.
Cyril’s face went puce as he looked like he was going to explode.
I'm sure Muriel would head straight for the bingo hall to tell everyone about her first date with "the squirrel."
And by tomorrow, her disastrous date would be the talk of the town.
"Happy Anniversary, Honey,"
my husband whispered to me.
He looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Oh dear!
“We were so busy watching the floor show that we’ve missed the special offer!"
08-16-17
First Date Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
That word, really, what is it?
Is it a rope tied to a hook on a ceiling with me hanging on the other end?
Or is it me getting a gun, pointing it to my brains and spilling ketchup on the side wall?
Is it me gulping poison like it’s the last supper? I hear rat poison is less expensive,
Or perhaps slitting the cephalic vein on my wrist with a knife?
The jugular, oh I almost forgot, is it me ripping it open till I run out of tomato paste?
Is that what is known as suicide?
Perhaps there’s a lot more to it than meets the eye,
It’s more of my hidden emotions that I want to let out,
But can I trust you, my friend?
What is the guarantee that no one else will hear about my insecurities?
Or will a counselor do? Maybe a psychologist.
It’s more of depression, it’s more of me feeling unwanted,
I feel like no one will even notice if I’m not here anymore,
I feel like there’s nothing worth living for anymore,
So why not disappear for good, these thoughts keep coming to me,
Almost every time I’m alone, I come up with new ways of ending my life,
But is that really the way?
Maybe if I shared more of my worries with a friend,
Maybe if I talked to an elderly person,
Maybe if I had a chat with my next-door neighbour,
Maybe if I got out of my room and socialized with friends,
Then perhaps I’d feel loved, wanted and appreciated,
Then perhaps I’d have a reason to live,
Then perhaps I’d have someone to live for,
Then perhaps suicide would not be an option.
It’s all of three feet long, in order it is not,
And then there’s all the other stuff she’s probably forgot,
The first thing on the list, it simply just says, ‘beans’,
Is that broad beans, baked beans, whatever does she mean?
Next is the marmalade, there’s a hundred in the store,
And if I get it wrong she’ll say, ‘it’s the one I had before!!’
There goes another ping, it’s the fifth message to date,
‘Don’t forget the milk’ it reads, ‘if you can accommodate?’
Next it is the bread - brown and white and crust,
With a helpful little note saying, ‘the thickness I’m not fussed!’
But the note that takes the biscuit states, ‘get something for tea!’
Now is that for the both of us or possibly just me?
Course the final item on the list takes me back to the first aisle,
It’s another lengthy trip, so far I’ve clocked a mile.
I reach the checkout desk and there goes another ping,
It says ‘tomato sauce, oxo cubes and a pack of chicken wings.’
The checkout girl senses, my frustration and dismay,
By honestly enquiring, if I’m having a good day,
But I look at all the stuff she is bleeping at the till
And wonder how, with three bags, I’ll ever fit it in!
At home comes the inquest of each item I have bought,
And all items not listed, I’m well and truly caught!
The marmalade is wrong, the butter isn’t light,
But think I’ve done quite well as it’s fifty percent right!
24 slices of halved green tomatos
24 slices of cooked bacon
12 slices of texas toast type bread
(thick Slices)
the tomatos will be battered and deepfreid
fry in olive oil and bacon fat mixed.
for the batter
2 eggs
1 1/4 cup of buttermilk
2 cups self rising flour
3/4 cups of uncooked grits
salt
red cayenne pepper
1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg
9 tablespoons of pareseam cheese
1 reaspoons of garlic powder
mix batter dip tomato and fry.
cook golden brown
SET ASIDE
toast or grill bread
on both sides.
SET A SIDE
for cheese spread
mix
1/3 c of mayo
1 teaspoon of conac
2 tablespoons of honey
4 tablespoons of butter
1/3 cup of cream cheese
1/4 cup of cheddar shredded.
1/4. C mozzarella
1/4 goat cheese
1egg yolk shredded
1/4 cup of sauteed red onion
1 tablespoon of chopped garlic
1 teaspoon of crushed pepper flakes
1/4 cup of sun dried peppers
1/2 teaspoon McCormicks season all
1/2 teaspoon of lime
1/2 teaspoon of dried cilantro
mix and set aside
Spread on bread and toast until melted
twelve leaves of lettuce
24 watercress leaves
assemble
sandwiches
and serve!
I kissed my Fiancée with this mouth
she became my Wife
and it's my belief it was do to this
Subtle Emphasis
Crusted melodies
Crisp harmonies
Terminologies' of
delicate
deliciousness
Pagans Spoon
and Monarchs
gratification
Each word supported the other
there individual effords supported
the structural placing of this
Invisible concept.
When words were papered,
It read like a rambling of
Untamed words.
This venture was uncharted
I wanted to give these men
Fictious names to create
A way to describe what my
More ND saw your them doing
There work was hard and tediuos
In what they spoke I was confused
But one quote by "They Mein" caused
Me to stop and think .
Looking around I found myself in the way
So I left.
In the kitchen they spoke there
Language and did there work
One overseeing the other so
There labors would appeaze
Those who were to be dining.
The meal. Of the day was
Hericuim Erinaaceus and
Cajun oreilles de porc with
Mango and cayeene
He sauteed
3 cups of shredded cabbage
1 cup of onion
1 cup of green pepper
1/2 cup of carrots
1 cup of diced apples
In 3/4. Cups of olive oil
When the cabbage begun
To wilt he added
5 cups of sliced pigears (cooked)
The sauce comprised of
2 cups of tomato paste
4 Tablespoons of strawberry basil crown royal
1/4 cup of vinager
1/4 cup of fishstock
1/4 cup of lemon juice
1/4 cup of of honey
1 cup of pureed mango
4 T spoons of cayeene
The festival is centered around
The praises of the solar pump
Which moves water from
Wells, springs, ditches, and ponds.
The submersible motor drives
The pump to push water against
Gravity to the surface.
A bad acter might lose his concern
But he paints the picture
He includes facts to support his
Involvment and speaks to the value
Of his concerns. It helps to reduce
the risks, and keeps him focused
to his objectives. If you doubt my
Sincerity, might I mention you would
Have what you needed, if I wanted
you to have it. Beg me like you begged
your fiancee to marry you, let me tire
of your peasent like ways!
Satan wants my leg
The right one
He's been trying
for years
First when as a child
in Gonja Hospital
Butt injection smack
in sciatic nerve
The pain - oh my god
flexed my knee
Dr. Lubia with a board
straightened it
Then an excited preteen
on class excursion
Tomato plant in Pwalugu
leg in drain gutter
The osteo that mom treated
with prayers & tears
Anyamu the medicine man
with boiling herbs
Today the herniated disc
pain - oh my god
The drop foot and more
L4-L5 L3-L4
Satan wants my right leg
he wont get it
Try as hard as he can
I'll still keep it
Come one, come all to New Orleans
March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens
Year round festivals in town
Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down
Come on down to the Mississippi River Crest
You want a party, New Orleans does it best
From Bayou St. John to the French Quarters
Street cars, horse drawn buggies, to river boat charters
Greek, Italian, Irish, Vietnamese, Cajun, Creole, German, Black
Parades and festivals, there is not one who will lack
Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, most any day of the year
Is an excuse to celebrate and drink plenty of beer
Oysters, gumbo, mirlitons, tomato, a good Po Boy
All kinds of food festivals for you to enjoy
You like music, festivals for that, too
Rock and Roll, Jazz, Zydeco, and get down Blues
Of course, Mardi Gras is at the top of the list
Biggest free show on earth mustn't be missed
Doubloons and beads are thrown to you
Holler, “Throw me something, Mista!”all you have to do
So much sadness in the world, so come on down
New Orleans will have a festival that will give you a smile and take away that frown
Check out the festival calendar for most any day or night
We'll pass a good time, Shah, yeh u rite
he spoke o keep her aware
she was the subject of his
observation
his presence may have been
unaware to her
as she never took
him or his kind serious
she allow others to dabble in
her life
some wished to cause
disturbance
and disrupt his ever to find
someone incompatibility
for him
her living only to spite him
her ways and worries
to undermine him
she thought the chelloist wanted her new position as first string. Instead of congratulating her, she poured tomato juice on her white garment. Figuring it would be to late to buy a new one, by the time she would be fitted for the show. They discovered the actions of the Tuba-woman, and said nothing unil the night of the show. When they seated the orchestra, and just before the curtain, they called her from her position, and asked her if she knew the music
on chello, " why?" she asked, " why?" " is all well with Criss, is all well?" no the gentlemen told her, come with us. They took her to the back, and gave her a white gown and asked her to perform. She did and Criss stood back stage and watched, towards the end of the intermission, they asked the woman to leave,
they told her they knew what she did and allowed this to occur to have the press deal with her. She left and one actor upon the show wrote this poem of her.