Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
Aroma wild, Rosemary
Lamb shanks and onions
Carrots, bay leaves, potatoes,
Ample garlic cloves
Add origami
Pita Bread
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Jose went to find a senorita
On the way he stopped for fresh pita
Looked around the place
Saw a beauty; gave chase
His 'Lolita' took off like a cheetah
Catch tugs towards their berth
Little yacht traipses triangular trail
Cottage clasping slope admires bay
Fisherman’s wife swells, eon enamour
For his boomerang voyage, she brings
Tomato rocket fishpaste pita bread
Thermos of jasmine tea, to picnic
Basket bemuses bee buzz blooms
Manna powder release from each
Pink proclamation jesters jostle
Solargold galaxies galavant, plentiful
Dianthus dilate, lemon balm overlap
Pale gravel path merges blonde sand
Their footsteps converge, bone beige
Neck nuzzle murmurs leather bound
Sunstrike bounces blind broadwater
Diminished senses replenish focus
Duty for union, find food free of market
Encapsulated in cove of commitment
Genmaicha gratitude values volume
Ajar, two halves of pita -
spread avocado,
crushed with peppers, cilantro,
cumin, garlic, lime.
Add sliced tomatoes
and feta.
Mwah!
9/30/2022
*mwah - sound of a kiss coming off thumb, index and middle finger
Whole wheat and pita.
French, white, rye, and tortilla.
And pumpernickel.
Happy birthday, Sister Michelle,
The blessings of God overflow;
Letting you live your life so well,
As you watch the evening stars glow.
Topic: Birthday of Michelle Pita (March 17)
Sky, why are thou angry so much?
Growling at my soul this much
I feel it's comfort as such
I put my hand to feel the touch
Pita pata rain drops to the ground
Don't care it is squared or round
A pleasant environment is what you found
A track of light I saw touching the ground
Come my dear to enjoy this
With a boat ride with me
Making sounds as pita pata hiss
Nobody enjoys as much as we
M-y
I-nspiring
C-omposition
H-appily
E-mploys
L-ovely
L-ines
E-ndorsing
P-oem
I-n
T-houghtful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Michelle Pita (March 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
S-cribe
H-appily
E-mploys
I-mmeasurable
L-ove
A-s
M-essage
A-bout
E-uphoric
P-oem
I-mplements
T-he
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Sheila Mae P. Pita (February 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
My Gift to My Love
There are so many silly gadgets to buy,
clothes or videos for you.
Never mind all that silliness!
Am sending me, to you, I will be
your Christmas Rose, your happiness.
Coming in a simple,red velvet box with
a gold gigantic bow.
And covered with stars and a silver
medallion, engraved,'Romios', you know.
My long dress of rosettes, was designed
just for you.
As a sign of my scentual,eternal love, too.
So have the chilled Mavrodaphne ready.
Grape leaves, taramosalata, anchovies
and grilled Pita bread, too.
Just be certain you are warm and ready.
Have enough, am counting on you!
After all, whenever I am with you my heart
rules my head.
I get lost in the stars,I see in your eyes.
And the warmth of your lips,
Better than all moonbeams in the sky!
11/5/2019
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
chandrabhagechi vaat
kaivalyacha jaisa thaat
vitthal majhee maatha
aani tochi maajha pita
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
khoop dis jhaale pahooni
tujhya dwari bheti yeuni
tu tari kasa visarla mala
asa kon bhakt milala tula
aajoba maajhe paayi aale
aani tujapasi kayam rahale
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
aajoba maajhe pahije re
field of windmills
thick, wool and warm
fireside...
Sunday
flowers......
silly friends
autumn to winter
sad smiles...
hummus with pita
bab ganoush
pumpkin soup
7am.
green memories
that change regularly
Murphy's law
side by side
in a cave with Nick
you wouldn't understand
how tired I feel
you can not translate the pain
I.
Matapos ang pagsabog ng 'yong alindog,
Mayro'ng ingay'ng sa paarala'y pumutok,
Walang anu- ano, ang laya' y nasugpo.
Silid nati'y nagkakulay at napuno.
II.
"Dito sa bandang hilaga ng likuran,
Sa layo'y patayo kitang tinutunghan,
Tahimik 'kong puso mo'y sinusumpaan
Ng pagmamahal ." Kung nauulinigan...
III.
Kung nababatid mo rin, o, aking pita,
Sa kaumiran ng bibig ko'y may pasya.
Ito'y, "Ang utak at puso'y itataya!
Magbabanat- buto nang ibigin sana.”
IV.
Katipunan ng talastas na 'lang ingay
Ay pinagtitibay nang pagtat’as- kamay.
Kung nababatid o kaya'y naririnig,
Liban sa Diyos, ang saksi'y itong silid.
Spinach pie and feta cheese
And grape leaves stuffed with rice
Formed the basis for a lunch
That really was so nice.
Eggplant dip, tzatziki sauce
And salad, smartly dressed
And served with olives; who could ever
Sit there unimpressed?
Sliced up chicken, pita bread
Plus other dips and cheese
Made a meal which all could see
Was meant to sate and please.
Of course, there also was dessert
And snacky treats before,
The kind of food that fills you up
But still, you eat some more.
So thank you, Pam, my hostess friend,
For starting off my week
With a lovely luncheon, filled with dishes
Tasty, fresh and Greek!
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