Wasn’t this new order well described
In some fat books we barely read
But even though, we used to cite
Some lines, as if we’d learned from that
In scheme of things I don’t exist
Conceptualized, generalized
Abstracted for the record sheet
Intentionally set aside
I’m digitized by skin and eye
This could have made a better sense
If I’d be individualized
Not mixed with anybody else
I’m not a nation, not a country
Even my accident of birth
Don’t give them right to bother me
With what they want me to put forth
I do belong to what I choose
It’s my free will, one can’t deny
Just second thoughts I'm used to use
Speak fair enough of who am I
Sunset depends on whether one
is looking up or down, angle changes
perspective – at the horizon it is all
sort of the same anyway. Day and
night a circular contraption, the mechanics
of stars and planets. Our sun the center
of existence for us most would agree,
the hub of light and shadows, how we
mostly live in the shades, where things
meet and crisscross. Transitions our
greatest mysteries, topics morphing
often without warning. Weather, surf
and sea, glaciers on the move, the
human relationships most confounding of all!
Found a book with some rose petals
pressed between the pages...God knows
how long they have been there, a volume
of great antiquity. Someone carefully placed them
long gone – perhaps promises made; I hope they
yet carry? History badly repeats itself! Wishing
love goes on as well...set aside a fond dimension,
safe from both heaven and hell.
Every day hurts a little more,
Feels like I'm sleeping on a concrete floor.
Every day I feel worse,
Wear my body like a curse.
My energy drained by years of pain,
Every moment lost came with no gain.
So many passions set aside,
So many dreams I learned to hide.
And every day that I look back,
I see the widening of every crack.
A stolen childhood wrapped in shame,
My heart learned how to bear the blame.
A command to smile when I was ill,
But they never let me eat my fill.
Everyone else had needs to be met,
And they haven't even considered mine yet.
Every breath fills my lungs with a fire
That can never match my heart's desire.
Every beat of that treacherous heart
Taught me how to play their part.
Every step I will ever take,
They never thought I had the strength to make.
Yet every day that I awake,
I see again how much it can take.
So here I seek solace among the trees,
No judgement in the gentle breeze.
Here I'll sit and silently weep
For all I've lost and could not keep.
Sunday fellowship
Henri Le Sidaner's 'Le Dimanche
so ' typique 'of a muted Symboliste branch
Dreamy, Sunday, atmospheric date
a tranquil imagination in quintuplicate
Le Dimanche (Sunday) by Henri Le Sidaner
usually set aside by faithful for prayer
Here in his imagination
lovely ladies of delightful a 'cinquation'
August 28, 1963
On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D. C.
Martin Luther King Jr. set aside his prepared notes…
his thoroughly planned out theme
and expressed to the entire world watching…
”I have a dream”
Which became the dream for many of us
who happened to be listening in…
that we judge people on their character
not by the color of their skin
That freedom should ring not for only some in this country
not just for you and me…
but from the mountains of New York, the Rocky Mountains of Colorado
and the hills of Mississippi.
I was 10 years old when Martin spoke about his dream…
a dream many of us hoped to see…
a dream that that remains just a dream
now that I’m 73.
It’s been 63 years since that moment…
when he expressed a dream many of us continue to dream too…
and I will never understand why there are people in this world…
who don’t want our dream to come true.
The more you say, the less I hear,
The path ahead remains unclear.
The same old cycle, round and round,
I watch your lips move, without sound —
Lips that only speak in comparison,
Counting stars instead of choosing one.
The moon is whole in every shape it wears,
No one measures it, no one compares —
But I was counted, weighed, and set aside,
A star among stars, never the moon in your eyes.
You saw me at my best, my worst,
Couldn't tell the difference, either way —
'Cause you never took a glance,
And for that, I never stood a chance.
Rough, not proofread.
Rain on gravel is stone-soup.
An alarm clock leaves a bad taste of daylight.
Never proofread that argument.
Ha.
Depression is stone-soup.
With extra polluted rain.
From a tornado.
A tumbleweed as a side salad.
Depression bleeds old vegetable broth.
I’m a stew set aside for later.
Set aside thy lists,
calm busy thoughts
censure the process of unease
Forsake the thousand cares
and working of worries
that kill the heart
In the market of men
choose not a less perfect love
whom grace briefly affects
Let him not marry for an
alliance with authority
the warrant of wealth
or polluted lust
Let her not marry out of
a fear of long bachelorship
wicked spirit or tender virginity
for these are worthless bargains
Marriage cannot bind
the workings of thy thought
or the passion of the nuptial bed
Marry for love, breathe for love
that years of impossibly guiltless
comfort may be thy privilege
.
.
A song for this:
Today i met the boy i'm gonna marry by Darlene Love
Fullfrem þæt þe ongynð~
for the deed half-wrought bindeth the doer.”
A doorway standeth open,
a broom set idle mid-task~
dust gathereth anew
in the slant of morn-light.
So it fareth with the inner toil:
the clearing, the tending,
the gentle shaping of what we yearn to become.
A single pause may wax into a season
if we lift not the broom again.
And when we heave the broom once more,
when we choose to finish
what we had set aside,
the doorway cleanseth,
and the way ahead groweth bright.
5 cups of shredded beef
2 cups of caramelized onions
6 T of minced garlic
1 cup of minced green pepper
3/4 cups minced celery
5 cups of sliced mushrooms caramelized
2 cups of mixed provolone and mozzarella
1 teaspoon each of thyme,basil,orgango,,paprika
1 cups of sour cream
2 cups of beef broth
1/4 of nutty brown roux 1/4 of flour+1/4 cup of butter
4 teaspoons of toasted sesame seeds in 5 T of olive oil
2 T of cayeene pepper
10 cups of cooked rice ( 5 cups of white and 5 cups of wild rice)
toast seeds set aside add cayeene to olive oil remove from heat pour over seeds set aside.
sauteeveggies celery, onions,garlic, dset aside, sautee mushrooms remove from pan.
in a sauce pan make roux add broth add sour cream add seeds and cayeene. don't thicken set aside add the cheese.
mix cooked beef and mushrooms and rice in a large bowl
add the sauce and veggies
toss and mix evenly. add to cassorole dish and bake at 360 for 20 minutes.
serve hot and enjoy
Remember me- not how I look,
not how I dress, or fix my hair;
not how I clean or how I cook-
those necessary things, I bear.
Remember me by what's unseen
but comes alive from in my heart-
my spirit of an artist's scene.
With brush and pen, I am a part.
For all these years- they lived in me-
impossible to set aside;
asleep at times, but there to be
awakened- and with love applied.
This part of me set up the rule
to close the door and open it,
providing that artistic fuel
as grains of time let me commit.
Remember me with brush and pen
I share my art and poetry-
and also, mostly, now and then-
embrace real life, most happily!
The Phat Ladies of Malta or The Fat Ladies of Malta
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8 chicken thighs de-boned and flatened
16 slices of ham
16 slices of swiss cheese
roll ham and cheese in the chicken
to create a cigar shape
use tooth picks or skewers to secure in place
flour with seasoned flour
egg wash and breadcrumb mixture
sautee golden brown ( almost done)
remove from the pan set aside.
in a pan sautee 1 cup of onion
1/4 cup of red bell pepper
5 T of chopped celery
4 tablespoons of garlic in olive oil
carmilize. add 4 tablespoons of tomato puree
1 teaspoon of anchvie paste.
2 cups of marsala
squeeze one leom
1/4 of parlsey
1 teaspoon of sweet basil
1 cup of chicken stock
1 14 oz. can of artichoke hearts
1 teaspoon of cayeene pepper
1/2 cup of black olives
1/2 cup of sunflower
salt to taste or taste and salt. if to salty water it down.
simmer on lowish medium for 20 to 30 minutes.
serve with a salad and some garlic bread enjoy!
The majestic position of the lion
DIRTY RICE
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Datiraisu
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El Stingy Pig
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8 cups of cooked rice
(toasted and browned in olive oil, and in chicken broth cooked al dente)
2 cups of meat from pork neckbone
1 cup of cooked chicken livers( grounded fine)
1 cup of browned grounded beef
stir fry unseasoned until mixed
set aside
1 cup of minced onion
4 Tablespoons of minced garlic
2/3 cups of diced green peppers
1/2 cup of diced celery
5 tablespoons of grated ca
add 3 cups of canned kidney beans (rinsed)rrot
sautee til peppers are softened.
set aside
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in a pan brown 1 cup of pork sauage
remove the meat
measure 5 T of grease
5 T of flour brown a roux,
1 cup of veggie stock
2 tablespoons of chilli powder
1 T paprika
1 T dried Basil
1 T dried Oregano
2 T Cayeene Pepper
and sauage meat.
mix in rice and beans
toss
and serve!
1 cup of sprite
1/2 cup of almond liqueur
2 c sugar
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 cup of almonds
1 tablespoon almond extract
4 cups of sliced strawberries
bring to a simmer form a syrup set aside
pie dough or sugar cookies rolled into disc
add 1 strawberry
1 dollop of cream cheese
sprinkle on some almonds
fold into a ball tucking the corners
add to strawberries seams faced down.
simmer to done
or remove and add to a steamy colander and boiling pot of water
serve with strawberry mixture
and icecream. and white choicalate shavings
The time set aside in life for friends, it seems to me, comes to an end in much the same way for many people – at any rate, I have never read or heard of anyone expressing surprise at this, but I have read several disappointed confessions, and rather verbose ones at that (notably by Frisch). And what do I have in common with this person now, sounds a rhetorical question, and the answer is instantly provided by silence. But what is even funnier is that the time set aside for oneself also comes to an end in a similar way. We cease to take an interest in ourselves, rituals easily erode meaning, life signifies only itself, and not just in moments of peace, but always, every minute.
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