Salsa classes
I learned to dance at
family and friend’s parties.
I learned by watching.
Not very structured.
When I dance with my husband;
he complains that I don't let him lead.
My mom taught me,
women should be in control.
I danced like this for many years.
At 50, following my soul's desire.
I took my first salsa class.
What a surprise!
Maybe,
my husband was right.
Just let the other take the lead.
Let go and flow.
Perhaps. I can change
my unconscious dance
into a more harmonious
sensual movement
1/2 cup of mayo
1 t of onion powder
1 garlic powder
1 T of fish stock
1 T of lemon juice w/
1/2 Tof cayenne powder
1 t fresh grated ginger
1 t cumin
1 t oregano
4 T ketchup
2 T of chopped capers
2 T honey
1/4 cup of bacon bits
mix well set aside
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5 cups of roasted pork
shredded or sliced
(1.5 to 2 pounds)
2 pounds of deli ham
lettuce
tomato's
pickles
2 Pounds of swiss Cheese
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12 slices of thick brioche
with the edges trimmed
and toasted in a garlic butter
spread.
Assemble Sandwiches
with roast pork
topped with ham and cheese
lettuce tomato's
pickles
and sauce
add sauteed onions and peppers if desired
Serve with some frenched fries
Salsa for Baroque
To every song, Time dances
Never seeming to stop.
22 January 2022
They danced the salsa all night
An their dance moves were just right
They didn’t win on the floor
So, they headed for the door
When they realized the slight oversight
The Opal stone, oh !.. too sensuous
a salsa dance of sequins and beads.
purple in passion and golden in love
she brings the peace, the world needs.
24th June 2019
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
Contest Arbitrium Divisa 2
Original reference poem and contest details
Name Opalescent
Dated 15th May 2019
Sponsor Line Gauthier's TiRIBUTE TO A PRECIOUS OR SEMI-PRECIOUS GEM
Placed 3rd in the contest list
Also featured 3rd in best new poem list.
Ketchup is what we ate
On almost any thing
Father put it
On his eggs
And a friend
Put it on ice cream
Great on fries
I always thought
And I put it
On my steaks
Now how ever
Times have changed
As they
Always do
Salsa is now
What they eat
On all sorts
Of things
So I did
Give it a try
Ate it on
This and that
And I find it
Rather plain
Just different
No great thing
But salsa
In the thing
Ketchup gone
Done away
But for me
Upon my eggs
Ketchup is
Just the thing
Chips and Salsa (22 Feb 2019)
Life could be better, but easily worse.
Sometimes I feel blessed, other times cursed.
As I get older, I look back and see—
Life’s mostly better, when you are with me.
Sometimes we argue, but don’t really fight.
I know you love me, so it’s all right.
You know I love you, so it’s plain to see--
Life’s clearly better when you are with me.
If you should leave me, don’t know what I’d do.
My life’s completely invested in you.
I’ve gotta keep you, wherever I go
Life’s surely better together, you know.
I’m moving forward, but keep looking back.
Anything missing? Anything lack?
With hindsight vision, I look back and see,
Life’s been always better when you were with me.
We’re like chips and salsa, with some cilantro inside (kinda feisty).
We’re like chips and salsa – with jalapenos inside (kinda spicy).
We go together, obviously; I hope, forever, that you’ll stay with me.
We’re like chips and salsa, with guacamole one the side (really tasty).
A subway musician with salsa-like beat
In the sea of commuters, all surging,
Made some do a double-take at such a treat,
While out of the crowd was emerging…
A couple who dropped both their bags and their coats
To grasp shoulders and waists to start dancing.
They swiveled their hips as if sowing their oats
In a ballroom, their minds on romancing.
We stood on the platform, admired their moves
And thought, what a fabulous city,
Where people are able to practice their grooves
And where beauty eclipses the gritty.
Dipping them fingers
Licking those joys
No toys needed tonight
Even disco lights appear
From nowhere
To here
Spicy red
My “Honey” Makes
“Sweet” Salsa.
My “Honey” has a green thumb
Her lovely garden, how it grows.
It seems she gets a good return
From every “penny” that she sows.
Each summer about this time
Her tomatoes start to blush
As they start to “pile up”
She’s in her kitchen, in a rush.
She got this wonderful recipe
From a preacher’s wife we know
Of course she’s “tweaked it”some
That’s how “family” recipes grow.
She’s got her “system” down
To produce this wonderful stuff.
To have a season pass me by
Would make my life real tuff.
She picks and peels tomatoes
Plumb & red, now sliced & diced
She grabs a lovely onion with
Some peppers, nicely spiced.
That’s as fine a recipe detail
As I’m allowed to share.
I keep her secret for myself
Cause she just wouldn’t care.
I want to feel this salsa
Is “special” made and just for me.
Cause it’s the very greatest
Anyone’s salsa could ever be.
So now I’ve shared my story
It’s made me long to dip a few
And if you lived a little closer
I’d share a fresh scoop with you.
Written by oldbuck Aug 8, 2015
After his “Honey” had just finished
making a fresh batch of her salsa.
Tantalizing touch,
he manoeuvres her slender hips:
A hot salsa dance
Tomatoes fried whole till dark
Peppers friend with them
With cilantro and onion
Now blend this great mix
Add a little salt
My mouth now
Craves
Written by Wayland Bunch 2/1/2013
Ok I like experimenting but this form is a little too forced. I have syllable count and content already decided. It was trying experiment anyway and a learning experience.
Dipped to the beat of the music
She brings flavor and spice to the floor
She glitters and drips with excitement
She shines with the glow of amor
Her hips match the beat of the rhythm
Her feet keep the count of the band
Everyone stands back and watches
At the moves between her and her man
She smiles with every twirl
She WOWS with the shake of her hips
She winks as she throws back her head
She blows a kiss from her lips
She's ultimate sexy and sultry
The epitomy of dancing devine
Every man watches and wishes
DAMN!! I wish she was mine.
Rockman :-)
How about salsa
Dip for blue tortilla chip
I make Great Salsa
Mango Salsa on Sole
Easy on the eye
No matter the occasion or weather
What you see before you is what you get!
No need for fancy dressing or extreme makeovers
Very inviting, full of tease
Hot and spicy! Colorful and tangy
Sweet, bold, zesty!
Exploding volcanic flavors
Igniting dormant taste buds
Satisfying my hunger
So refreshing in the desert sun
Warms my heart at Sundays brunch
Full of surprises, bringing joy and delight
A little burn every now and then
Followed by passionate amends, inviting
I can’t help but love Mango salsa on sole
This food for my soul
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