Silky satin sheets and pillowcases
recipe for a comfortable good night's sleep
~ welcome dreams of soft caresses
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
peanut butter cookies are easy for me
one cup of sugar wild and free
one egg stirred as I mutter
one cup of any old peanut butter
wonderful if baked ten minutes, truly nifty
be sure and set the over to three fifty
She kneaded and rolled it past midnight
precisely added egg-white
Yet she still didn’t get the recipe right
‘til she mixed love in with daylight
Each year I make the matzoh balls,
Which come out pretty good.
My husband cooks the chicken soup;
Our roles are understood.
He always wings it when he cooks,
Just uses what’s on hand
And never needs a recipe,
Which I can’t understand.
I follow the directions
When I cook or when I bake
And measure the ingredients
So there is no mistake.
My time-worn recipes are stashed
In cookbooks or in files;
The drips and spatters dotting them
Evoke nostalgic smiles.
Yet always for the matzoh balls
What has the most appeal
Is the recipe that’s on the box
Of any matzoh meal.
That’s up until this year – there was
No recipe at all!
I Googled and saw dozens,
But not one my matzoh ball.
Until I saw a posting
From a woman who, like me,
Asked if anyone could help her
Find that box-back recipe.
Voila! Someone responded
With a picture of the box.
It’s amazing what technology,
From time to time, unlocks.
I made the matzoh balls
And hope they’re good as they appear,
But I copied down the recipe
So I’ll be set next year.
2 eggs, 1 cup flour, a quarter stick of butter, a table spoon of olive oil, back for 30 minutes
Live in loving peace
Radiate grace and kindness
Breathe in gratitude
I tried to skin her, but no dice
Tried again, no luck twice
Cut her with a knife, an utter failure
So, I stood her up, tried to impale her
When that didn’t work, I felt like a jerk
Time for some hands-on handiwork
I shook her and squeezed her, out came her juice
All squishy and gushy, her moorings came loose
Honest to goodness, she smelled sweet from all angles ~
Mangoes taste best slightly chilled if serving them mangled
A Secret Recipe
I have a secret recipe.I bake it in a pan.
I got it from my mother, who had it from her Gran
Her gran was five and forty when she found it in a book.
She baked it on a big black range. She was a wondrous cook.
The book was old and tatty, belonging to her aunt
Who got it from the tally man, he was a handsome gent
The tally man was Irish.The book his mother‘s pride.
He didn’t want to part with it for her spirit was inside
His mother was a spay wife. Her writing it was bold.
She copied down her recipe that never can be told
Aunt Annie loved the tally man, and so became the heir
To the very precious recipe that no one else could share
Until Great granny found it, after auntie died,
but she knew it was a secret and a secret it would bide.
And so it passed on down the line, until it came to me.
I treasure that old tatty book that no one else can see
I’ll leave it to my daughter when I go off to heaven
That precious old and tatty book from eighteen twenty seven.
I need a recipe for instant happiness,
For all that are feeling sad
I'd start with a ray of sunshine
That doesn't sound too bad
Next, a sweet smile
Or a baby's toothless grin,
It stands out a mile
As you start to mix it in
This happiness recipe
For all to feel and see
It needs a pinch of wit
From all the family
A cuddle, Hug and kiss
That would be hard to resist
The tapping of feet
To music loud and clear
Someone shouting "Cheers,"
As he handed around beers.
The sound of a piano
A kitten on the keys
An old gentleman dancing
With bow legs and knobbly knees.
A friendly Hub Hub a buzz of happiness
That would be an excellent start for the recipe.
I guess.
Previously submitted
This recipe may take a long
Time to make
But in the end, it will come to you naturally
To start you need a big bowl of friendship
The next important ingredient is a cup of faith
You always have to believe you can do it
From there you need a teaspoon of loyalty
With loyalty, you have to throw in a half of cup
Of honesty, those two are perfect ingredients
To make it all work
Then you will need a half of cup of one big ingredient
And that is trust
Without that ingredient, the recipe won't work
In my marriage recipe, I would throw in a teaspoon of
Forgiveness. Without that ingredient the recipe
It will never be complete
Putting all these ingredients together may take some time
But learning something knew you will always need a lot of patience
In the end, mix all ingredients well
And take each recipe step by step
And in the end, you will have one perfect
Accomplishment
Take a person, an ideal, and then stir.
Place on an altar, ready to anoint.
Be careful when you do - ideals can blur.
Making heroes from men can disappoint.
best peanut butter cookie
three ingredients
peanut butter and sugar
a cup of each one
and one chopped up egg
best ever
treat
We've used our gifts
to...
watercolor disease
potter haloes of love into horns of hate
knitting the fallout of nuclear dreams.
Evolution is unwinding at the speed of light.
DNA is drunk on the cheap wine of the ID.
America the beautiful sounds like the death rattle of Rome...
Both envied and hated in equal doses.
Veins of freedom clogged by the cholesterol of ego.
Our elders sounding evermore unhinged...
In front of the world, they squabbled about
who's better on the links...while sworn enemies
exchange recipes for preparing eagle meat.
We've chained our children to robots
(and we thought they paid little attention to us).
They squirm equally within the envelope of eye contact
constructive criticism and compliment.
Everybody's pointing dirty fingers
only to be chopped off.
Bloody fingers are everywhere
from Whitehouse to the church of our fair Christ.
The four horsemen are approaching
albeit in the thin shadow of sundial time.
Feel their hoofbeats
clacking against our cobblestone souls?
A dash of rhyme there
Soupcons of metre here and there
Chiasmus crosses
With alliteration in abundance
Hints of rhetorical questions?
Yes
Similes with style
A pinch of personification
Throw them all together
And what have you got?
Poetry soup!
1) Add all the Poets here, our group
who we pay tribute to;
2) Each one's a part of our fine Soup
no matter what they do.
3) Add Sponsors- plus all those who pen
fine words to gladden them;
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each one's a zestful gem.
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each Poet posts to read;
6) That in itself- a pure delight
for varied tastes, indeed.
7) A great community we are!
To those who season most-
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To them- let's make a toast!
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Enticing more to dine!
10) And that's the recipe that still
our Poets here fulfill!
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