You sachet round the aisle
Just to seek an earnest romp
You flash your crooked smile
More of your parasitic pomp
A masher and a cad
You ever prey on their desires
Take everything they had
Then put out their friendly fires
You'll laugh your life away
You're quite the jester, yes it's true
I've just come here today
Saying, the joke my bloke's on you
No one ever calls you friend
Nor will ever recall your name
When you reach the bitter end
You'll know you played a losing game
No mourners will be present
Teary-eyed beside your grave
No tender reminiscent
No fond knick-knacks left to save
Some may find it sad indeed
But, all the same, I find it just
Time to plant another seed
One more idiot in the dust
so some wooden spoons and a potato masher
with a spaghetti spoon and some other utensils
being what they are every day, stoically on duty
crammed into the unremarkable utensil holder
but one particular day when they and the light
decided to converse secretly with the universe
over an unknown coffee among chatter and din
bereft of sticky fingers, cast a phoenix in flight
majestically across the kitchen wall, the meal
was several seconds later that magical evening
and by another incredible zing, a conspiring
of the universe and other distant table waited
secret evening suppers, the bedroom pointed
to the lampshade upon a low lit ceiling behind
it became a robot warlord’s head ripped from
its body, circuitry dangling like vein and sinew
and then – hey look at this, said the universe
I wondered how many times the universe had
reached out but I was in too much of a hurry
and sleep was several seconds later that night
in a large roasting pan combine
3 cups of aundoille or polish sausage bite sized
3 cups of peeled diced carrots
3 cups of peeled red bell peppers diced
1 cup of peeled diced sweet potatos
2 sprigs of thyme
2 sprigs of rosemary
8 cloves of garlic
1 cup of diced onion
1/2 cup of diced fennel bulb
1 teaspoon of turmeric powder
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of salt 1/2 cup of olive oil
bake 45 minute or unt fork tender
remove from oven remove rosemary and thyme
puree smooth.
in a large pot mix 5 cups of pork stock
1/4 cup of lime juice
2/3 cups of sweet marsala
2 cups of smashed cooked white beans
(potato masher with a sift and plunger)
1 cup of smashed cooked chickpeas
( use a mash potato masher with sift and plunger)
1 cup of heavy cream
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
bring to a boil and add pureed veggies
thicken with a slurry.
serve over rice with sliced roast pork and shrimp!
Or substitute pork broth and roast pork with chicken
and chicken broth.
serve with shrimp or by itself
Wet Ingredients
* 2 - bananas
* 1/8 tsp - pure vanilla extract
* 1/8 tsp - banana extract
* 1 Tbsp - Butter (i use 1/2 Tbsp for shake)
("Original Spread - Country Crock")
* 1/2 cup or 1 cup Milk (used - Thai Kitchen coconut milk)
to taste but any milk
** (sometimes add- one, Budget Saver Assorted Twin Pops,
42.3 fl oz, 18 count, Walmart)
Dry Ingredients
* 2 tbsp - sugar (can add lots more)
* 1/8 tsp - salt
** (sometimes add - 1 tbsp of "Nostalgia ice cream mix
vanilla creme")
1.) freeze banana in small chunks (add other fruits to taste)
2 hours to overnight
2.) blender or a potato masher use what you got
3.) add everything else
4.) use a blender 30 sec. to 1 min.
8/12/2020 Wed - half of - avocado - liked
like, i like to say
" this recipe, is not written in stone! substitute and do you...
from -
https://lovingitvegan.com/vegan-banana-ice-cream/
Mercato.com Twin Pops/Popsicle2 years ago friendship • hope • humor • ice-cream • love • recipe
The alcea or hollyhock
Waltzers by with a schmaltzy walk
Jasper color facets her stock
Cashet and lock , cashet and lock
Balkers do not alcea breathe,
Masher gives her a sweet reprieve
Upside down petticoats believe
She’s wild and free, she’s wild and free
I spent my day shopping for rubies
I knew nothing about them
A masher tried to speak to me
I made short work of him
A shop girl showed me cases
There were so many shapes and sizes
So many cuts and carats
One beautiful, some would not win prizes
I asked the price of the pretty one
Way out of my price range that day
I decided on one I did not like as well
Buyer’s Remorse set in right away
You should get the one you love
Said the shop girl who was on commission
The price no big concern to her.
But she had soured my fine mission.
I left that shop after taking an axe
And chopping down all the glass cases that day.
It made me feel better for a second
Until the police arrived to take me away
Written 7-11-2020
Contest: 1st Line Prompt 3- Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
The in-store music is country-slow,
the vibes twangy.
I pick through the tack and tinsel,
dig for rough diamonds.
Squeezing past other consumers,
sharp showers of oven scourers.
A toilet brush, a candy bar,
a plastic encrusted necklace –
pink or blue, all are equals here.
A potato masher calls to me;
yet another set of screwdrivers
hijacks my basket,
Treasures heap.
The ladies at the checkout
approve;
they’ve personally tested
all the mashers.
We chit the chat,
while a stringy angel rises up
to arrange high helium spheres.
I hear her call,
her a voice throaty
with the smoke of love,
a Mid-West idiom
that passeth all understanding.
Looking under a leaf
In search of a caterpillar thief
Pinched a tomatoes cheek
Oh what a creepy creep
He's a very deliberate critter
She cried that hairy worm bit her
Said,"He'd come back to get her
And scare her baby sitter."
Her nanny saw her cryin'
Knew she wasn't lyin'
Her story there was no denyin'
That worm bit her "cheek" like a lion
If you see that herbivorous fellow
That made that tomato turn yellow
He'll be under a leafy umbrella
And as fat as an armadillo
He's a real tomato masher
A suspected garden trasher
He's wanted and needs to be captured
And sentenced to life in a pasture
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner:)
I kept those little pigs alive
to stall the beasty, pursed to huff,
while piglets fled and still survive.
They live immortal and contrive
the hungry masher to rebuff.
I kept those little pigs alive.
Their only goal was to deprive,
escaping sometimes in the buff,
the piglets fled and still survive.
My story told again to five,
while kiddies shivered at the chuff,
I kept those little pigs alive.
In rapt attention they arrive
to hear the tale, told off the cuff
of pigs who ran and still survive.
My sound effects resembled jive
as kids' excitement gathered fluff;
I kept those little pigs alive,
the ones who fled and still survive.
Ram air jig saw jam it jamboree
Force feeder fill it suck it all in binger
Get your kicks off here and there and everywhere
Crystallized colorization banger crusader
Simple Simon says masher remixer just grooving it baby
Carnival kaleidoscope head spinner
Silver sliver slipper sliding on down working it home
Back breaker back flip resounding deep supine spine bender
Roller coaster whip lash whip it up baby
Some sweet bitter bubblicious delight
Hooks me in jack trip rip power play
Gives me them soulful sounding feedback colors again
Drive it on in and set it free baby
Let it all go hope so
Forever yours
Tune
Mind Bind
Head Band.
Mind Grind
Brain Matter.
Tender Sender
Mushy Masher
Election Collection
A Bad Chad
For Heather Ober's Make me laugh contest.
07/01/13
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