12 fried green tomatoes
12 slices of fried cheese
4 cups of seasoned taco beef cooked
Plus 4 cups of spaghetti sauce
Mix 2 cups of crushed doretos plus
2 cups of shedded cheddar
3 scrambled eggs
2 cups of crumbled goat cheese
1 cup of drained ricotta
3 tablespoons of caramelized garlic
1 cup of crumbled sundried tomatos
2/3 cup of carlized onion
1/4 of roasted bell pepper
16 lasagna noodles
Mix ricotta and goat cheese with 2 cups of mozzarella.and 3 scrambled eggs
Mix taco beef sauce
With garlic, onions and sun dried tomato
And roasted bell pepper
In a casserole dish add a layer of spaghetti sauce. Top with four noodles
Add taco beef top with fried tomatos
4 slices of fried cheese, layer
Dollop with egg and cheese mixture save enough for one more layer
Do the same again, top with noodles
Sauce the top noodles
And sprinkle on doretos mix, cover with aluminum and bake at 350 for 50 minutes.
Serve warm!
sELF-CONTAINED STRUCTURE, KEEPING OuT THE RAIn
the skull constructed to keep the brain
Protection hair comforts and connects
Electric...
Packaged woods, ply, particle boards
Calcium rocklike structural fleshly boles
DNA, what I'd just say;
Ivory solid as a rock
Eclectic...
I've tasted the waters,
I've tasted the lands
I've held my peace
I've folded my hands
I prayed within, without and above
All I see is Agape LOVE
God is mine, greatest covering;
He will never stop being my, mine
ROOF TOP!!
08/24/26
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
A tip
A top
A spinning
tiny
top.
Pink and black.
Go round and round.
Don’t stop.
.
mine
warm lips
he
thank you
kiss
It’s lonely here, at the top,
the manure high and much
to shovel; fertilizer on sale
today! My family business,
hauling and distributing animal,
fecal slop – pungent every
route and obligatory stop...
Quite enterprising to make
good use, of what they eat
and freely let loose --
all nature born to recycle --
?~Wonder if the soul resents what it knows,
the scented consumption of bodies kills
what it grows --
knows what it uses (a generation)
to make love and
strife (life the fickle-begetter of life)
leaves from behind such an
odious spice… Clouds form,
sky spits and rains – man eats,
drinks, sh’ts on all mountains,
in seas on rolling plains. Seems,
no-matter what man produces
involves decay and pile of stink --
When God planned His evolving nature,
did He perhaps have occasion to burp, pinch His Nose,
fart and blink?
I just wanna fly away
From the places
Things and people
That breaks me
Slow me down
Or give me a setback.
I believe one day
I'll get out of the dark
Back on my feet
Picking myself
From the bottom
Straight to the top.
I believe I'll get there
Where I want to be
If I keep moving towards
My direction relentlessly
With a solid mindset
Steadily focusing on my goals.
Of this I am certain, a poet is no saint.
Fine words flow easily,
rubbish is articulate.
Malignant sugar highs,
silver tongues run wild.
That endless supply,
half finished lines,
just one more rhyme,
top shelf experimental.
Stanzas gain control,
mood manipulation.
Such a sly logophile,
faces are transfixed.
Power’s a schedule 1 drug,
a clean buzz for any artist.
All you need is that mic,
prepare for an addiction.
A poet is no saint, of this I am certain.
(Or, How We Seek Shelter...)
Dismissive Acceptance
Is In An Oddity...
Will We Relax Un-Satisfied
As Ridiculous Laughter
Uncases Us?
The Wrapping, Once
Removed, Discarded?
I'm Nosy, What's Inside
There, Laughing Superior
At Whatever We Ever Become?
...Ever Are?
Aren’t You Curious?
-Gray Squirrel
06-19-2026
I'm hot stuff and I know it
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Jaycee Dee is over the top as usual, like a melody
Dressed in a sassy leaf dress, designed by Jaycee
Her shoes have flowers and are holly berries too
Every eye in the place is peering down at a shoe
She is the quintessential queen of look-at-me
that adorable extraverted Gemini, Jaycee Dee
She might as well have a sign attached to a shoe
That says I am happy and joyful, never a bit blue
She brings the party when she walks in the door
We all chase after her as if we are puppies galore
Her laugh is sparkling, her attitude is pure fun.
She graces us with confidence, we are easily won
I am that I am, yet each day, I change,
do you find these words so peculiarly strange?
My thoughts, feelings and emotions, you see,
no more do they rule over me.
In the time of silence, they raise their head,
the truth in the heart, wins instead.
The driving, the anger the emotions, stay in place,
as you seek out the truth, in Gods Grace.
In the silence, the truth is always seen,
how thoughts, feelings and emotions, can make us mean.
It’s not always that we don’t care,
it’s just that right now, we have a lot to bear.
Our nerves go up, feeling pressure in the ear,
as we release pressure, on those who are near.
It feels so good, it gets hard to stop,
do we go on, till we blow our top?
I realize I am only responsible for the things that I am, you see,
as I know each day, my thoughts, feelings and emotions, changes me.
No more of the darkness of my past,
what we face with the truth, it’s grips won’t last.
After the battle is over, and your made whole,
thoughts, feelings, and emotions, can’t drive your soul.
They will lead you, guide you, to where you need to be,
when you’re thoughts, feelings and emotions, all agree.
.
i didn't look
not thuh
eve'
peek-uh-boo
m-m
*whut :}
Tom Cruise
got high on booze
then made a run
and became top gun
Walk with me holding hands in forest green
Breathing in the jasmine wind
Like blue jay’s song soul sings
Psalm that lift hearts to heaven where love mends
Curing cabin fever mountain a fountain free
Flowing glowing where love and nature blend
Together united so peacefully
Butterflies dotting blue sky
Living fulfilling wildest dreams gleefully
Making memories to treasure for life
Keeping us warm even when cold
On one knee asking to be my wife
For you complete my longing soul
Anywhere you are I want to go
Keep the seed going
In the cloud of unknowing
The roots branch out – the plant has grown
Watered by the cloud are the seeds that were sown
The Willie Wagtail punches above its weight
To repel a raven or crow, it will not hesitate
Oh, little bird with such plucky a heart
Turning harassment and evasion into such a fine art
My friend the Rosella with colours so bold
Created by that master painter of old
Be free to wander and screech and sing
May your voice in the forest for an eternity ring
Oh, if I could be a bird and fly
Perhaps I will on the day that I die
To take my place in that eternal nest
And have myself a well-earned rest.
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