Long Uncooked Poems
Long Uncooked Poems. Below are the most popular long Uncooked by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Uncooked poems by poem length and keyword.
Uncooked grains of rice caked our apartment.
Dug themselves into my pliable plantar aspect
I welcomed you from the bottom of my being,
Into my soul,
A friend that made me feel whole.
You dreamt of delicious dishes dancing
In the taste buds of those you loved,
An acid trip of flavors meant for those
Whose love you longed to savor,
But never did.
You died just a kid.
Twenty-one years full of
Unrealized dreams and the
Omnipresent discomfort you felt within.
All the while you smoked away your
Smile that I still picture,
No matter the number of miles
I drive deep between my ankles and
The skyline of Philadelphia.
At your funeral I wondered
Of all those years we could have plundered.
Would you have been the best man at my wedding?
Would we have had a falling out?
Would you have found the woman you loved?
There are many things we could have talked about…
As those loose grains of rice
Free themselves into my footsteps.
I pound the ground into paddies,
And flood the fertile ground
With a deluge of despondent tears.
A future with you was uncertain,
But one without you is full of fears.
I am leaving trail of scattered rice fields
So you can find me again, my dearest friend.
my mind is not here tonight
my body is in the cosmos
my thoughts as a whole is in a state of free fall
yet and still it's alright, i am still alive and thinking
there was a time when i thought about the less
desirable side of decision
there was a time when i looked out the window and
thought about the end of reflective pages
there was a time when i wanted to dive headfirst in
an empty swimming pool
yet and still it's alright, i am still alive and thinking
i remember when every parking lot i loitered in was
flooded with my unshed teardrops
i remember when every uncooked lunch bucket i ate
was like a five course meal
i remember when the water i drunk gave new meaning
to temporary
yet and still it's alright, i am alive and thinking
one woman wanted me to be ready in two years
one woman wanted me to refer to her as a male god
one woman was indecisive about what she wanted
there rest of the women were spinning tops going around in motions
yet and still it's alright, i am alive and thinking
God reassured me in soft conversations in the middle of many moons
God comforted me in blanketed methods in the heart of a few late autumns and full winters
God never stopped care for me or loving me despite my falterings, sins, and flaws
to Him and am always alright, and as a result i am alive when i am thinking....
Master of the Game
Defensive yet so dangerous,
deadly to its kill.
Protective, yes the Patient One,
and still King of the Hill.
Curious and Courageous,
a predator that harbors your fear.
Seductive, yes the Selective One,
alertful pinpricked ears.
Aggression mixed assertively,
hypnotic controlling stare.
Independent alone the Infamous One,
uncooked, raw, and rare.
Is he a man or an animal,
are they not one in the same?
Malicious, the Manipulative One,
and still Master of the Game...
bmdavey@
02/15/16
5 CUPS OF FLOUR
1 PACKAGE OF YEAST
1 TEASPOON OF SALT
5 TABLESPOONS OF MELTED BUTTER
4 EGGS
3 tablespoons OF vanilla EXTRACT
2 & 1/2 CUPS OF BUTTERMILK
MIX TOGETHER AND ALLOW TO DOUBLE IN SIZE
ADD
1 CUP OF MASHED SWEET POTATOES(OR PUMKIN MASHED)
1/2 CUP OF TOASTED ALMONDS
1/2 CUP OF RASAINS
1/4 CUP OF MASHED BANNANAS
3/4 CUPS OF UNCOOKED OATS
1 TABLESPOON OF CINNAMMON
1 TABLESPOON OF MACE
MIX WELL
AND MAKE WAFFLES
SERVE WITH
FREID CHICKEN
PRAGRAZ'S CHICKEN
4 CHICKEN BREAST
CUT INTO HALFS
MAKES EIGHT PEICES.
(SPRINKLE CHICKEN WITH 1 TABLESPOONS OF CAYEENE PEPPER,PAPRIKA,GARLIC POWDER )
1 CUP OF SEASONED FLOUR
1 CUP OF BREAD CRUMBS
EGG WASH ( 4 EGGS 1 CUP OF MILK)
FOLLOW BASIC BATTERING PROCEDURE
FRY IN 3 CUPS OF COCONUT OIL
OR HALF COCNUT OIL AND HALF OLIVE OIL
SERVE WITH WAFFLES
AND
MAPLE SYRUP
OR SUBSITUTE CHICKEN FOR LEAN PORK
Miscalculated the opened door
Spilled those grits on the floor
Well some went on the cabinet top
Some went here and there and flop
These grits were uncooked see
Gritty and runny milky indeed
They went under the coffee keeper
All over the clean coffee steeper
When they finished running around
I thought that they was kin to one who bounds
Like a stud, a casanova everywhere
I didn't make a sound really I didn't make a sound
I could have but I bit my tongue
I held up the shield to my thoughts
I held them captive until my husband
Came in the room and I told him
Do not drop any water on the floor
Form:
Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput
After start button pushed
immediate auditory signal issued
nsync with billowing smoke
time saving convenient contrivance
rendered defunct trucked to dumpster.
Pre owned electronic contraption
unpredictably went on fritz
malfunction occurred without warning
luckily spouse, the Misses
she instantaneously intervened
lest towering inferno engulfed
yours truly and wife
poetic license expended
to identify latter counterpart.
Rather than dish out
(and scrape together)
scarce legal tender
strong probability resident
(housed with Highland Manor apartments)
will vacate premises within near future
abandoning useable microwave oven.
Another option? Nearby thrift stores named:
Habitat for Humanity West Norriton ReStore
sells kitchen appliances
close proximity to our living quarters
if unsuccessful pursuit...
Worse case scenario?
Shop at Bath, Bed and Behind (er... Beyond),
Bestbuy, BJ's Warehouse, Boscov's
Home Depot, Loews, Macy's,
Target, or Walmart.
Splurge (potentially breaking poor piggy bank),
plus overspend checking account funds
readily pitting yours truly into the red
money to purchase brand spanking new
cooking unit versus consuming
frozen and/or uncooked foods
remember Euell Gibbons?
Twenty first century western civilization
steeped in capitalistism
I find existence
palpable (barely), incompatible disagreeable,
yet ill prepared
to revel in luxurious self sufficiency
think sweat of one's brow
living off the grid.
oh little lad
energetic and promising
hopeful and full of potential
do you stay all day long in the sea not to get hot
or eat uncooked meat just not to get burnt?
You remit heavily on the escape route
while avoiding paying your dues
keeping tabs with valuable consistency
keeps you totally amused.
Oh my boy! Responsibilities?
Just no where near your views.
The pathway to wealth,
you love, but the journey you accuse.
Discovering a new engagement
you'll still avoid, using your bank of news.
Why does fate or God's will
signify your life's fuse?
Remember that the mercy of luck
is only a temporary messeuse.
In the world of fairy tales
you'll inevitably be excused
you want to continue this
until all your options are used?
Then be ready!
You, misfortune will abuse.
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 and
founded some new ways to
show the people we love
how to eat some real good food!
mockey : mockey
4 cups of self rising flour
1/4 cup of UNCOOKED gritS
1 CUP OF DICED MUSHROOMS
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese ( canned)
1 cup of crab meat
3/4 cups of red bell pepper diced
3/4 cup of diced green onion
5 T of crushed garlic
1/2 cup of chopped cooked bacon
3 T of chopped dill
3 T of lemon zest
3 T cayenne pepper
2 T thyme
5 T olive oil
2 eggs
1 & 1/2 cups of buttermilk
………………………………………………………………………………………..
oyster mockey: mockey
3 cups of self rising
1 cup of chopped oyster
5 T olive oil
1 CUP OF MINCED MUSHROOMS
1/4 cup of cooked bacon
1/4 cup of grits (uncooked)
2 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup of green onions
5 T crushed garlic
3 T lemon juice
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese (canned)
3 eggs + 5 Tablespoons of a malt liqueur
1 & 1/4 cups of buttermilk
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
make a batter cook on a skillet until edges are golden brown, serve with
scrambled eggs and a yogurt sauce...
yogurt sauce
2 cups of plain yogurt
6 T fresh chopped dill
5 T chopped fresh cilantro
5 T crushed garlic
1/4 cup of lime juice
1 hot pepper (crushed and seeds removed)
4 T honey
5 T candied ginger
6 T chopped cucumber
she played her bassoon to the tune of " Mockey: Mockey-
Who loves me more" her brother played the piano, Her boyfriend
the bass, four others had Violens, and the guy who played trumpet
asked him boy friend to play the lictric bass, and I mean" they
were getting it in"!
The eyes fit into little holes;
The nose, ears, mouth do, too.
Of course, you have some choices
But not more than just a few.
The parts are made of plastic
Though way back in my own youth,
The body was a real potato -
That's the doggone truth.
The toy came with accoutrements -
Each pointed, like a stud,
Which you stuck with wild abandon
Into any uncooked spud.
I told this to my grandkids' mom
Who, when her own mom spoke
Of using a potato, she
Assumed it was a joke.
But creativity was once
So simple, we've forgotten.
The only drawback was
Our masterpiece, at times, went rotten.
Tired
Retired
So, I won’t be
Re tired… I don’t give up I just don’t respond… Queens never compete with pawns.
So, take those slivers you call lips.
That look like uncooked liver.
As you talk your lips quiver.
Always an echo in my chamber.
I just said that, but you repeat it, like what I said, was said to a dummy with a wooden head. I am already an Allstar
I slam dunk from afar …
I slam dunk on these punks never serve the ball drunk when i come on the Court the game will abort. !
Cause I scatter these critters that are pitifully bitter, they parrot and compete they Aim without reach, instead of learning what I teach; They sweat my technique, my style can’t be breached .
Stop trying to undermine, what’s mine is mine- You think I am a has been and that may be true .. I may need to retire because I am tired.
But ive never been a ‘’wannabee’ ‘ or a ‘’never was’’ that never was… I’ll give my seat to someone with love.
But they must be worthy and not someone dirty wit .. itty bitty brains with lips that look worn .
Yes, this is a scorn.
Come correct and stop trying to dis me with my own lines. there are better ways to get attention,and on someone’s mind ! Attention whores get little attention yet ,create dissention; Come correct an don’t talk to me out the side of your neck. . Anyway, I see you., And still I give you nuff respect . Stop competing with someone who has already paved the road.. carried the load and will explode if you don’t stop trying to lip sync my name, you got on my uniform but your not in my game…