1&1/2cups of chopped mushrooms
1/4 cup of drained chopped spinach
4 tablespoons of minced turkey liver
1 cup of chopped cooked bacon
1/4 cup of yellow bell pepper minced
1/2 cup dried parmesan cheese
1 cup of chopped olives
1 teaspoon of anchovy paste
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 cup of chopped onions
3 tablespoons of sour cream
5 tablespoons of heavy cream
2 tablespoons of olive oil
1 tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of dried thyme
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
2 tablespoons of sundried tomato flakes
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The Making of The Mallard Mimic
thinly sliced potatoes layered
in rows
and fried in duck fat
to accompany the dish......_
filling for Mallard Mimic
Turkey
stuffed (with the above)
with prosciutto and swiss cheese
Puff pastry wrapped in
swiss and prosciutto
egg yolked glazed
with truffle powder and pork rind
crumbles
and hollindise
Categories:
yolked, art, culture, food, music,
Form: Bio
Begging me for my assets
Onyx skin black and beautiful
Yolked equally in purple passion
Fuchsia feeling you deep in soul
Red reading you like a classic
Intoxicated as indigo story’s unfold
Energy emerald vested fantastic
Needing neon kisses holding you close
Dipping in me like lake or sea of gold
Categories:
yolked, appreciation, beautiful, black african
Form: Acrostic
the world is vast and we are small
but if we choose we can expand
birthing a magnetic bliss squall
that deeper truths we understand
to enable this just be still
that divine grace be thus invoked
and by surrendering our will
soul presence is with God’s light yolked
Categories:
yolked, silence, spiritual,
Form: Quatrain
Within thy head, all ye poesy poets, a dragon dares to dwell,
A legend that history has mythologized into stone;
A statue spewing fumes through its shattering shell,
Adorned by a gorgon who turned thy cone into bone.
Yet within thy whimsical face, there's a trace,
Of a special ancestral and ancient race.
Such grace in poetical genetics, hailing from kings, I say,
Whose dragon-born blood has melded with metaphysical fey.
So I urge my fellow poets, you fairy folk,
For trouble has run amuk,
The sky is torched, its water's been yolked,
It's time for words to stroke some luck.
Welcome the wild winds and waters,
As they dance upon your face.
Repeat their tapping teeter-totters,
With your gift of godly grace.
See those rivers of silver slivers?
They melt the heavens with hot heavy metals.
Draw from your quiver of shocks and shivers,
Thunder arrows as the metal settles.
If by now, dear reader, you know what I mean,
And have truly seen what I have seen.
Call to arms your words of wisdom and mind,
So that this world can be saved and kind.
Categories:
yolked, evil, fairy, inspiration, poets,
Form: Rhyme
My dear Ornithorhynchus,
Why do you confuse us?
Neither mammal nor bird
You are a creature absurd.
You are a mammal they say
Yet yellow yolked eggs you lay
And suckle your young
To scale evolution's rung.
Your pelt is so fine
But you root like the swine
In the mud for your fill
With your famous duck-bill!
Your cousins are echidnas
But you've webs on your claws
Of the Order Monotreme
You are an exceptional extreme.
Oh, dear Platypus
You are really thus
A freak of Biology
Of really rare ontology!
~19 Jul 2016~
Categories:
yolked, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Yolked
in depression
insomniac
peristolic grumbling.
Scrambled Sylvia
wants me to write.
Plath write me
right into suicide flame
verbiage ...
fried.
Where does all the poetry go?
in time for evenings
news is ugly headline.
Headlines to perpetuate
blame, shame, victim stance
dance in the silence of
the Internet
nothingness.
One thousand years from now
who will care?
Poached or baked,
mark me here.
Make a mark
in time and
if it doesn't rhyme
than no one read
that she was dead.
Categories:
yolked, introspection, life, philosophy, me,
Form: Free verse