Speak such as mine.
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3 cups of blackberries
5 cups of white grape juice
1/2 cup of congac
1 3/4 cup of sugar
1/4 t salt
2 cups of water
Simmer til purple sauce forms
Tame sweetness with
2 teaspoons of lemon juice
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Dumpling mixture
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4 cups of selfrising flour
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of sugar
3/4 cups of almonds chopped
1/4 cup of melted butter
1 egg
1 teaspoon of vanilla
1 teaspoon of almond extract
1 t of cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
2 cups of buttermilk
Mix thoughly adjust moisture
Drop dumplings into simmering berry sauce
Add white grape juice to readjust sauce
Cook dumpling done about 15 minute
Thicken sauce with 2/3 cup of heavy cream
Plus 2 Tablespoons of cornstarch slurry
And 5 tablespoons of butter.
Serve topped with slithered almonds and ice cream.
Forgot to wait for it
Fcking got me again
Let my guard way too far down
Didn't even see this one begin
These chemicals got us on lock
With the hardest chains to break thru
It's like I'm walkin in this haze with you
Waiting for the chaos to ensue
All it takes is a tiny little attitude
And the war stews
Explosions all around me...
I'm so confused
Didn't even know pain is my only truth
What am i supposed to do?
Apparently I have no clue...
It's a circle I can't seem to get around
Slamming my head into the corners
Of this reality
Wtf do yall want from me??
Everytime I think I'm figuring out what this life is all about
Sht gets all flipped upside down
Kuz I guess my face supposed to keep a frown
Life is pain?
Or was it love?
Both kinda work
If I don't catch the bluff..
When is enough enough?
Why is getting through this so damn rough?
When will my heart be tough enough
To know not to trust??
Like.....f*cckk
At least give me some time
To readjust
Like..I blink once..blink twice
Bam!!
Ima b*tch again
I was still on the page
Where we lovers AND best friends
Guess my pace a little too slow
...idk
Free my soulllll!!!
May we be blessed to understand part of the art of life
(the part that helps to ground us)
is being able to adjust and readjust
to the changes all around us.
Our granddaughter attended her high school Prom…
her photo was posted on-line
which led me on a hunt through our old photos
until I found one of me at mine.
As I gazed at these two photos
50 years apart…I quietly exclaimed
how parts of our world have changed dramatically
while others remain the same.
50 years ago social media and computers
were, to us, unknown
today we have access to the world
and can take pictures on our phone.
But as technologies and social media
readjust and rearrange
friendship, love and high school proms
are things that never change.
Take a look at these two photos
I’m sure you’ll see it too…
how even 50 years apart
we both look good in blue.
You may be wondering to yourself
which one of us wore it better…
no need to answer…God forbid!
Take another look…
it’s obvious who did!
Wishes Of A Cold Ghost
I emerged! fragmented from a hanging red lamp,
dripped in chemicals, washed clean, previously unseen,
wished for my place, lost in times longest tombs
unclothed now, and bare, breathed on in prayer.
From holy books stacked, but all blindly unread,
I wished for, soft spoken words, pleasantries of Birds,
a fires warmth, not dead embers and coals,
slipping in times endless, returning still friendless.
To wander i desire, wishes seem futile,spent !
Faceless Phantoms, gather and,mull ; another blind skull,
again all my wishes, particle to aged dust,
reflection lives in life’s mirror; i become deaths bearer.
Wishing to glide, in a caring embrace, held!
Maybe to return to ashes dust, my spirit to readjust,
this day again ends, for me it never exists ;
To ether wishing i am bound, once again stardust drowned.
We turned the mattress over,
the world was leaning to one side,
and heads were rolling.
Bodies tipped over in the night,
whole families were found to be
slanted from the slippage.
They say (meaning nobody we knew),
that the sharp cheddar and the gruyere
had saturated the dreams
of our sleeping flesh.
We upended the matrass, slept well
for a night or two,
then the pale-faced fridge began to
groan unintelligibly,
it was joined by the AC unit,
who caterwauled,
and rattled its teeth non-stop.
Slowly the planet began to readjust,
to realign.
The doomsayers were not pleased,
they had expected
so much more
than bad breath and diarrhea.
An invasion of privacy, increasing my anxiety;
All for the sake of piracy, stolen opportunity.
No where to go from here, just a name to smear;
Why? Just to cause tears? Yet they’re the only one that cheers.
Robbing all the trust, blown away by a single gust;
an identity left to rust, a digital life to readjust.
So little left for me, to believe in this community;
Laying among this social debris, resulting from an Alt+F4 hotkey.
Multiplayer was devastation, now I’m single player in damnation;
Where’s my new destination, co-op or further isolation?
No more trust of new names, who knows the aim they claim?
Silly me for trusting those in games, save for a few but it’s all in flames.
Maybe a blessing in disguise, that this part of me dies;
Focused energy on a different prize, so that my life isn’t digitized.
Upon the horizon I see that new life, behind me a wake of strife;
Ahead of me opportunity in rife, as I look upon this new afterlife.
They altered my source code, but my cloud connection isn’t slowed;
New passions and goals to upload, an updated life to download.
Forced to bite the dust,
to us seems unjust
but think,
if we readjust
and flow of life trust,
we link
with God’s grace robust
feeling an upthrust:
bliss wink!
Desire is our chink,
so let’s doublethink
belief
before our next blink,
discarding that mink;
new leaf
we turn, love’s hue pink,
die’s cast, swim or sink,
oh chief!
Ego is joy’s thief,
so to get relief,
shed lust.
Marooned at fear’s reef,
that’s now our motif,
soul’s bust.
Oh worthy Khalif,
let us now be brief:
be just.
24-March-2023
Virelai
Dance when fears fall like cosmic dust
it creates a showcase of stars;
Tag along and you’ll readjust,
bravery makes every moment ours;
Immortalize them in memoirs,
who knows where the journey will lead?
Maybe finally walk on Mars,
courage blooms with each planted seed.
Cantrix spoke
F=gmm/r^2
Cantar replied
F=gm1m2/d2
Adagio Censendo,, they wished disturbed to
Ballads aren't the only way to convey musical
Commutation. Poems often are rhythmic
To produce are movement of words were
It begans the sequence needed to make tones
And define the require type of singer to gain
What's needed, to differ novice and professional.
Somber evenings have you
Might the world readjust
We are lovers
You are my lover
Others are outta luck
Might I delight in
Loves benifets
Vivase intros the kiss
Boo'd in Venice
By
Adagio Crescendo
Conductor
Music arranger
He married Vivase Largo
His family wished them
Separated, due to her
Lack of respect of her
In laws musical past.
She failed
When questioned
about a famous old song
She awnsered by saying
She sounds like she's
Sitting on a watermelon
Spitting seeds, "pout ting!"
My love my pain
I can't stop loving you
Your love has taken me over
Over the limit of no return
I can't imagine not loving you
What other sun do I need to shine
Cos your beauty is incomparable
Your ways are a healing
Your personality brings happiness
Let stick together
And be happy
Let give love a chance
Cos I love you
My love my pain
I can't afford to let you go
We all can't be right
with our feelings all the time
Sometimes love is not enough
And that becomes a burden
Instead of happiness
So readjust your ways
And change your pattern
If not you can't catch my train
Despite I love you
I hope that could be enough
Let stick together
And be happy
Let give love a chance
Cos I love you
In a London pub fingers idly play with place mats.
Wonder-lust had led them back to where they assumed they had first met.
She recalled a local vicinity a basement rathskeller, he a country Inn;
cork mats slid under wet rings.
"Do you remember meeting me at all?"
He had to readjust himself into a time and zone that once existed
in her reality but could not locate that shared location.
After much hazy thought, he replied:
There were a lot of people, you were one in a crowd. I felt your hand
in mine, and that was the beginning.
We backpacked around Europe then I led you back
to this packed tavern where place mats
are soaked in the beery residue of uncertain endings.
When seeking a respite from the city,
I turn to Nature's calm and tranquil ways.
And go to a lake that's beyond pretty,
a quiet place to camp for a few days
while I relax, soaking up the sun's rays.
For the primal pulse of Nature, for me,
beats in the rugged mountains: still serene.
There, I readjust my reality,
to fit places, pristine, peaceful, and green;
where Nature cuts my strings and sets me free.
A babbling brook mutes anxiety's voice,
granting quietude to my troubled soul.
City life is a necessary choice:
yet it's like I'm in a bottomless hole,
with little hope of ever feeling whole.
I love hiking in the old-growth forests,
surrounded by tall, centuries-old trees.
Nature needs no gardeners or florists:
and I get to shout as loud as I please,
communicating with the birds and bees.
Ready, with God’s help, to
Resurge, recuperate,
Reawake, recover,
Restore, rejuvenate,
Revitalize, repair,
Renew, regenerate,
Readjust—post-Covid
April 16, 2021
entered in Kim Merryman's Pleiades R contest Placed 1st
June 10, 2021
entered in the Global Reset '21 contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
humble observer
as the world
spins
around me
i step
in and out
to readjust
my focus
it’s a fine balance
as i walk
the tightrope
of sanity
i hold on preciously
to the delicate flower
that is hope
keeping my eye
on the finish line
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on March 11, 2021 for contest LIFE AT A GLANCE sponsored by MYSTIC ROSE ROSE - RANKED 9TH
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