Pass the yellow Peruvian peppers
Even the cheese, no need to measure
Rinse the chicken and boil it all
Unless you’re a vegan, then we’ve hit a wall
Veggies or fruits? No need for those
It’s a tasty dish the whole family chose
All kinds of laughter fill the kitchen air
No screens in sight, just love and joy to share
Can’t forget to blend up the sauce
Hot spicy cheese is never a loss
In the rice pot we cook up white rice
Chicken is ready, it’s smelling quite nice
Kiss every boring chicken recipe goodbye
Even Gordon Ramsay rates this dish pretty high
Nostalgic family recipes I’ll treasure til I die
Ancient Peruvians used the quipu
To record events for more than a few.
Cord with knotted string
Messages to bring
Future accounting for me and for you.
clad in muted shades
of apricot, streaked in pink,
speckled russet-brown
a floriferous delight...
alas, of fragrance deprived!
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© 3rd July 2017
Peruvian Protest
The latest news out of Peru
They’re mad and they’re not going to take it
In protesting their traffic deaths
They took to the streets quite naked
About 300 strong with attitude
Jumped on their bikes completely nude
I don’t know how this made their case
Or when exactly it took place
But heaven help the well endowed
Riding in this nudist crowd
Bike chains and bars and pot holes hit
Has to hurt and quite a bit
In the end these nude bike dashes
Only got the riders rashes
I thought that I had heard it all
And seen more than enough
But this one took a lot of balls
To ride bikes in the buff
Mdailey 3/15/12
What's this dripping down from my chest?
It doesn't look like blood, so what is it?
Is it my love, my passion, or is it my soul?
My ancestor came to me in a dream.
"Pursue your dreams" is what they said, "but NEVER forget that you're part mine."
What does that mean?
How can I be yours if i don't even know who you are?
My joy left just a few days ago. My sorrow started just a few hours ago.
You can give me advice on things I don't want but not on my needs?
I'm falling into a deeper pit but I see a light.
Is it you again? My ancestor or am I falling too fast?
I know what it is now.
This thing that's falling from my chest.
It is not just blood but it is also my love.
For Jasmine & my culture.
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