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Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth L. Schwartz This is a love poem for all the tomatoes I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti. Our love, like the pasta, was shiny. So the story goes. We sit at our table, between us a rose Red as the marinara I chose. (He let me). This is a love poem for all our tomatoes. We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me). Our love, like the pasta, was sticky. So the story goes. We sip our red wine. Chianti, it has a good nose. (In the morning, do you think he will regret me?) This is a love poem. For all our tomatoes Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes in authentic California vineyards. (You get me?) Our love, like the pasta, was steamy. So the story goes. We finish our meal with gestures the other knows. (I wonder if he'll someday forget me.) This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes. Our love, like our pasta, was al dente. So our story goes.
A Gourmet Dark Chocolate A wanting palate Just a taste the rest you'll need Melted yes indeed Apply to privates Great for diets Feed! 25~10~2014 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest Name: MAKE ME DROOL with EPULAERYU I Hope You're Drooling This Year I Am Your Chocolate Covered Turkey
She laughed as softly as if she cried Her smile revealed things only I could see My love and joy swelled up untill I cried I wondered though would she ever love me Her smile revealed things only I could see Now would I tell her of the things I thought I wondered though would she ever love me What is this feeling that has made me taut Now would I tell her of the things I thought All other food but love I'd surely spare What is this feeling that has made me taut My life I'd gently give to her with care All other food but love I'd surely spare Then I would be hers and she would be mine My life I'd gently give to her with care I'd love her dearly throughout time Then I would be hers and she would be mine A life together we would have to build I'd love her dearly throughout time I'd be her love, companion and her shield A life together we would have to build My love and joy swelled up until I cried I'd be her love,companion and her shield She laughed as softly as if she cried
So you want to get to know me, ok, well here goes. Most of it's in my poetry, but I may have left something out, who knows? For the last twenty years, I've been wearing Nike high tops that are black. They're alot easier to clean then white ones, that is a definite fact. My friends all seem to like me, and I greet them all with a big smile. I've met alot of them through a life of partying, but now thats been over for awhile. My favorite book is the bible, because whenever I read it I learn something new. My favorite movie I couldn't really tell you, since I have seen oh, quite a few. My favorite song is from Tim McGraw, it's "Live Like You Were Dying" In a funny kind of way it refreshes my soul, and I usually end up crying. Favorite singer I don't really have one, so I guess it would have to be myself. Because I just love it when I sing all the words, and don't need anyones help. My hair is a dirty blond thats straight,short and very fine. It doesn't have a single curl, and I know it's all still mine. My favorite shampoo is Pert, it leaves my hair so silky smooth. With the fine and thining hair that I have, it's the one I prefer to use. My favorite food is pizza, but fresh baked bread is my favorite smell. If I had a food I'd eat everyday, that is the one that would put me through hell. I have everything I need,with only a few things that I dislike. The only thing I want or really need, is the love of my loving wife. Dan Kearley:5-25-12 Contest:All About ____???
No mother would fill up her eyes with tears of woman... if it weren't for God performing a miracle at dawn, as she cried out in joy and held her baby in trembling arms but shed many sweet tears hearing his laughter so loud; oh, he couldn't see her mommy's face through his tiny eyes, and it will be long before he'll will utter the first word, " Mom." Now that baby sleeps under the attentive look of his mom, who's too young to become a mature woman; many visions of this birth crossed her gleeful eyes she dreamed of the very same words whispered at each dawn, repeating them in her silly head as if they sounded too loud... while cradling a pretty doll in her folded arms. Will she be welcomed home by her parents opening their arms? Will they reprimand her and not consider her a legal mom? Perhaps they will not be angry and speak not so loud: girls are supposed to be girls, not suddenly turn into woman... So this innocent girl, deceived by a bad boy, must wake up at dawn when her baby cries and feed him with scary, childish eyes? Nights seem longer for her, trying to stay awake rubbing her eyes, what she beheld in those exciting eyes, now it's a burden in her weary arms; she remembers that pain was too unbearable, but joy more sublime at dawn... how will she learn how to care for the infant by watching her mom? She must have seen a nursery or read a book how to think like a real woman, and can anyone imagine how she keeps that secret instead of revealing it loud? She must gather enough courage inside to feed her baby who can't cry loud, but for now she must carry that baby without sighs of distress into her bright eyes; and her parents can see the changes making her a loving person already woman; they may ask questions to why she has gained weight and holds dolls in her arms... no, they aren't anticipating great news and in doubt, they await a splendid dawn. Mother and daughter closely together amazed by the coming dawn, any concealed secret can be easily spoken...somewhat joyful and loud; they imagine the infant's futures will be part of grandma and mom! Their reunited hearts come together to show love in their delighted eyes, and they'll take turns feeding the new-born, tenderly lulling him in their arms; what if forgiveness hadn't been there to deny her all of the joys of woman? Would a mother deny her daughter compassion as a good woman? Even God hurried dawn to offer that gift into her gracious, tender arms... and those arms accepted it with the gentleness and kindness of mom.
It's been way too long since I have eaten My cupboards all are barren I have been searching for some nourishment To satisfy my needs I have been hunting for a Georgia peach To help and soothe my pain I have been seeking for that perfect doe To get me through the storm I heard that there is some really good food In the valley of the sun I will go out there and call out her name Hoping she fills me up
your presence is: sweeter than a ripe mango filling to the soul © Joseph, 6/11/08 © All Rights Reserved
Vanilla bean skin, Cool sweet breath and cherry lips Make kissing dessert.
Onion of Passion (A Blitz Poem for Poetry Soup) Start with an idea Start with an onion Onion on a cutting board Onion from the crisper drawer Drawer of firm vegetables Drawer of future soup Soup to feed the poet's soul Soup to cure the common cold Cold days feeling uninspired Cold nights feeling over tired Tired of the same same same Tired of this empty feeling Feeling compulsive Feeling hungry Hungry for a poem to come Hungry for some hearty soup Soup flavored with Whitman's marrow Soup that starts with his sort of rawness Rawness of starchy emotion Rawness of aromatic images Images of stiff green celery stalks Images of bright chunked carrot snips Snips sautéing in olive oil (dash of salt!) Snips of memory softening Softening and blending into metaphors Softening with those onions now translucent Translucent as distant dreams Translucent as childhood kisses Kisses snuck behind the bushes or Kisses from great grandma Grandma gave this life recipe Grandma said to let things simmer Simmer with love like chicken stock Simmer then add the bag of herbs Herbs are like adjectives Herbs like just the right verbs Verbs of action rather than being Verbs like heat and sear and cook and flavor Flavor the soup Flavor for sharing Sharing ourselves Sharing is why Why we cook these chunky poems Why we cook anything Anything at all Anything with passion Passion and heart Passion pulsing Pulsing… Heart…
Will you,Eat me; eat me, please, like A piece, of Reese's Pieces, chocolate pleasure, I melt in your mouth, I am that Kit-Kat, who will satisfy, your whatchamacallit, to make the Skor, on Your Nutroll, and go nutritiously, nutrageous, over my babyruth, for you are, that mounds, of full almond joy..
Candy its yummy It tastes so good When it enters my tummy I will love to give some to robin hood You can get cavities But its worth eating Cavities hurt so much you cant do activities Then you start mistreating Candy just melts slowly in mouth Everytime you think about why it melts you get the chills Then you think about heading to south To go to Beverly hills I've said this before And now i'm going to explore
Have you ever had sweet strawberry wine? Delicious fruit from straight off the vine The heady taste….a love of mine Delicate and tempting me Of summer sun and free Have a glass and see Shimmers of light Glimmers bright Star sight Drink Pink I might dream delight September night Ah…this fantasy Of that crimson berry Two chilled glasses-you and me The heady taste….a love of mine Delicious fruit from straight off the vine Have you ever had sweet strawberry wine? I call this form Reflection Lines go from ten syllables down to one then one syllable back up to ten With a rhyme scheme of aaa bbb ccc dd ccc bbb aaa and the first three lines Are the same as the last three lines. Inspired by Mr. Michaels original form contest
. Delicious, warm, and and tastes of home... as if you were still here....
Early in the morning just beyond daybreak, the cooing of doves Coo, coo, coo always in threes, conveying to its mate of his love Soon sun will be higher, proof of love will begin with the feedings
I will NOT be satisfied with the crumbs That fall from your banquet table of love I'm here to have a gluttonous feast Don't….Don't insult me with tiny morsels You throw my way To entice? To tease? To...appease??? I'm to sit at the head of the table My rightful place And eat and drink to my fill To satiation's upper limit My heart and soul, YES, my BODY nourished S A T S F I E D With the eclectic fare of delicacies You serve For is that not The kind of feast You are used to having from me? I slave away for days on end To prepare and offer to you, my King The most scrumptious repast And you leave MY banquet table With the decadent savor Of my sweetness in your mouth No, this will not do Until you tempt my appetite With the fairest of delights Don't you dare think That these mere crumbs will do Eileen Manassian Ghali
Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk; and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum... then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song! And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks, the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate; everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris, but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!" Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer; and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter, "It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!" Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong! It's so very sad that they aren't here, and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer, the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return... as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born! Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum, and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue! She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom; no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"
My mind sighs blackberries and a moonstruck melody plays along my spine as I soak up the fruited juice of I love you coloring your lips. The cherry blush of breathless, And a smile amid the wash Of blueberry eyes, should indicate My intended reply.
Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled I am trying so hard just to forget My inner self tumbled, bumbled I felt shuffled I feel ruffled I would rather baste than forget Or fry if our times you regret My love muffled My emotions coupled Left with no appeal Spending time, letting my soul heal
Love is like sugary foods: some people don`t need it at all!
Candle light and sweet wine Dinner for two and soft music A night made for love
Partly clad full moon was taking a bath on hills. Trees were waiting for the curtains to rise. Scented stars would make giant scars on the clouds, I would make peace with the sky. Lids of human greed were laden with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull. Of a virgin god who did not want to live for the blotched up creation. The decline was obvious. Truth had refused to climb on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs. Body had arrived, mourners quietly wailing. Gouged eyes could not decipher the script on the halved pyramid. Sun was sucking the clay. SATISH VERMA
Never much money did my grandpa have, but love, yes love, was all around, his weathered skin, and calloused hands, showed the world, he was a hardworking man. With a tired old mule, he plowed his fields, planting his crops, so all could have meals. No Food Stamps way back then, just neighbor helping neighbor, time, and again. All the children had chores to do, before the rooster crowed, before they left for school. Five little children, their hair so white, walking down a dirt road, imagine the sight. .
Just a few more sips And I'm loving the taste of you on my lips I like the way you move in my mouth And when you start to head down south You are the one I love in deed Because Coca-Cola you're all I need.
Foods we all love to eat Pastas,starches,and meat And don't forget about something sweet Pineapple,chocolate,and cocoa nut cakes Some of our favorites that Mom bakes Apple pie, peach cobbler, and sweet potatoe pies a few other she makes Especially on a holiday But we wish she'll do this everyday Home made macaroni and cheese That's made to please Corn bread, buttermilk biscuits made with ease Chicken and dumpling with gravy This just drives me crazy Chicken can be fried,barbequed,baked or stewed Drinks like kool-aid,tea,sodas, and coffee freshly brewed Lasagna,potatoes,noodles,and rice We just have to take a dip or slice Porkchops,steaks,ribs,hotdogs,hamburgers,or fish Are great with just any dish Peanut butter,cookies,and chips Vegetables,soups,beans,and dips Rabbits,squirrels,raccoons,and deer meat too When prepared right they'll do
I am looking blindly into the fridge Searching and savouring the chilled air, I reach in Take hold of a strawberry and hand it to you. Its body, fresh and pure can relax in your palm. You are the keeper of my heart. Its many eyes, black seeds that rest around The waist, sleep in cycles, stare out into the darkness. It remains on your flesh, Merges like a collage with the twists and bends. As time passes, its chill dwindles. Harsh heat invades the creases. Its natural form bleeds away in a sticky juice.
A morning looking in a coffee cup, My soul is asking questions of the heart, As destiny reveals itself in art, Should inquiry find truth in crumpled dreams, And bring the eye to look so gently up, The heart must be ready to flow soul streams. Form: Wordsworth's Sestet
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
My cheesy pizza rolls Only you know About my love When i put on my glove To take you out of That oven's steel fortress Because you are hot I know i'm not Going to burn my tongue Because i am still young And i like my taste buds So i will wait The ten minutes it takes On top of my stool For you to cool Cause of your boiling sweetness I am wanting more Than the smell of your Melting four cheeses One bite and i'm falling into pieces Because you are My cheesy pizza rolls
It's America's favorite sandwich spread, No doubt, When you ask any kid or adult, what They would like in there lunch box. Natural response good old fashioned P.B. And J. White bread, wheat, whole grain, It really doesn't matter as long as It's creamy or chunky style. Jiffy to general label just put that On the table and watch them smile. Forget about cutting off the crust, Or any of that fancy stuff. Just keep your fingers out of the way, When it comes to feeding a bunch of Hunger kids just stand clear Until the inner hunger beast is satisfied. Then mom can bring in her Essential tools for clean up detail. It's been prepared so many ways, Toasted, fried or even baked, Assorted mixtures, layered textures Some people even put bananas Or mayo with it. Myself call it a personal choice, I like it regular please no extras. America's favorite sandwich it's Stood the test of time. By the way it's on my shopping list Again Peanut Butter and Jelly, I wonder why? BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Egyptian flavours Candie's; chaste Marshmellows Delicious Autumn's shaved Ice French vanilla Cream; covered in German soft milk Chocolates Virgin Italian Cherries; soaked Coconut rum English toffee Pineapple bits Melting In our mouths Swirling intoxications Asian strawberries Spanish caramels Candie's African mints Dipped, in Autumn's Native cream.
Glance Gaze Crave Fixate Taste Appreciate Cherish Obsess Possess Ingest Indulge Engulf Full Bulge Break Ache Distaste Disgust Disgorge Disinterest Ignore Bored More
The day he took me to Starbucks I figured I was gaining in luck Then all he did was complain How the coffee wasn't humane It wasn't fit for human comsumption The tasty treat was dry, their gumption In serving such unpalatable treat Oh well, another date now unsweet Starbucks I still love you even though Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow Nathan thanks for the challenge Contest: Coffee House
Light Inspirational, Sacred Flying, Soaring, Undying Wanting, Trusting, Desiring, Faith Ascertain, Determine, Learn Wretched, Suffering Climb
(Pizza-Transferred) After the storm, she received her order of pepperoni-mushroom, (it was a special delivery by her favorite pizza-man), well baked over coals, on an oven-surface of tiled macadam, covered with tons of smoked fresh Mozzarella, imported from Bhutan! . The pizza-man, (who outfaced the Storm in a morello-burgundy Chevrolet), awaited patiently outside her house, lifting weights; inside, she was chatting with her ballet tutor, while a bouquet of rare rose blooms he imported for her, from Bering Straits. . The flowers arrived in a silver-gold 'enveloppant', thence, très elegant, rang her bell, dancing in front of her door, wearing a pistachio Diesel sweat-shirt and Compagnie Canedienne pants, performing jumping sommersolts; best part of his acrobatic galore. . She opened her mouth in awe! His daring leg's step-arabesque was a provocation; thus, she responded with a tread-chasse, - and then, both slid on ice dancing in a theater burlesque that their mind created following the notes of a distant jazzy brass. . In harmony performed jump combinations, 'et sur la tiers', with a rose in her hair, she started eating a tasteful slice of the pizza, while he lifted her over his head, with a 'reverse', (- fact is, right after her last 'lutz-jump' fall, she suffered amnesia). . Trying to hold her, he gallantly bumped his head on a fender, and while listening to numerous chirping yellow birds, decided that she was ancient Penelope and he, a contender, who fought with bravery to conquer her heart she kept undeterred. . Dancing, they swayed behind the hill, and gliding on a vast plain, he noticed that they were Pizza-Transferred through time, she confessed that her granny was from Aquitaine, thenceforth in incandescence they ice skated until Springtime. © 02-13-2013, All Rights Reserved (ABAB rhyming prose (!! Hmm...)) ------------ Inspired by "Mumford and Sons" song After the Storm.. " There will be a time you'll see ...with no more tears , and Love will not break your Heart , but dismiss your fears . Get Over your hill and see , what you find there , with Grace in your heart and flowers in your hair " ------------ Sponsor: Shanity Rain Contest Name: new contest by Shanity Rain!! " After the storm " Deadline: 12/26/2013
Come and live with me be my spouse savoring chocolate kisses in our own gingerbread house. With four walls a roof, a door, a window and swing a pure culinary delight painted with the sweetest of icings! We will add more rooms scented with ginger delight add love stories lovely as a ginger bite! Built by the candy cane rainbow there will be a vanilla side and a chocolate side to show such a lovely home for the holidays! You and I in our gingerbread home on a street of peppermint in the front yard a gummy drop gnome with pineapple face and blueberry eyes...
GRANDDAD'S Homemade BEAN SOUP Bean soup was served 'cause Granddad was in town. Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. Was glad when Granddad's boat was homeward bound. His homecoming was grand, for he was good. If bells on grandma's door knob jingled sound, Or someone made the knocker tap on wood. He quickly would wake up though sleep he should. Bean soup was served 'cause Granddad was in town. The neighbor folks came calling, gathered 'round, And when they did, my granddad understood. That every ear would hear his tales, spellbound— Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. His stories, games and tricks blessed my childhood. Fun memories within my heart abound. And every one that on his shared path stood, Was glad when Granddad's boat was homeward bound. When he was near, I wore an invisible crown. That he loved me, I clearly understood. Such love cannot be measured by the pound, His homecoming was grand, for he was good. I dream that he, with heaven's love is bound. Walking with God, talking…life, understood. Smiling God says I'm glad you're back in town. The angels now understand why, as they should Bean soup was served. Dedicated to My Granddad, David Elliott ("Ellie") Brandt Sr. Who made my life magical even from a distance! © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen March 13, 2010 Poetic form: Rondeau Redouble'
Nobody is born bad War Poverty Homelessness Lack of love Lack of compassion Lack of education Lack of jobs And lack of care Drives people to take desperate measures to survive
white & black these are some of its color.. square, sphere, heart shape and more.. bitter, sweet and bittersweet.. with nuts, almonds and mallows.. local up to a patisserie made.. they are all a delight.. I love it when i put in my mouth.. slowly and slowly it will melt.. noting and savoring it's taste.. it's said an anti-oxidant Also an aphrodisiac.. Rich in Calcium and minerals.. Releases happy hormones called endorphins.. I am a certified lover of chocolates.. by: olive_eloi 10:12pm 04/11/2013
Making it clear thus you have been purified This side of the fence thus you stand in defense You have been remade thus light has sterilized The rarity of this clarity His will presents
Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern Found on ground ripened apple's bitter juice Digging in gluttony without discern Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce Climb from trunk to branches long journey true Building without rest to sleep in cocoon While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon
Appearing timid yet forever I will resist Kindness as a weakness yet true strength is Dark forces this day a dove keeps at bay My blood drains because Ye Almighty reigns
Perfect Pizza Empty the kitchen of red wood trees and chairs Clear all phones and children from the room Build a giant cooking space right there The area must be six times larger than the one before Place a big wooden table in the center When construction's done the fun begins Buy an oven ten feet wide and then you start Roll the mammoth dough until it's thin And six feet in circumference Pour 2 gallons of fresh tomato sauce all over Use a little basil for some flavor Bake it until its crisp and let it cool I like to add my naked wife as a topping Make sure she showers first Don't want no dirty pie I Place mozzarella and olive oil gently about her And sprinkle Parmesan all over sweetie pie Trying not to get any in her hair or eyes Then roll the pizza around her like a blanket Start at the edges first and eat it slow When finished or satisfied Lay back and have a coke Save a slice for later Smile and love that pizza pie
Lollies Chewy, Yummy Eating, Buying, Enjoying I love eating lollies NICE
Head hung low, I walk the street- Timid to feel the hangman's loss- Every step on my blistered feet- Takes me closer to, the Christian cross- With every second, my soul does exhaust- Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry- Hide my eyes my shame is discreet- Explain to me God, why must I die? You say the hunger game I did cheat- I see on that hangman's rope your hands across- How close I was to starvation beat- Why must I die for naught but sauce- On bread instead of my usual moss- I hope you see my little child cry- Although to you unjust is a treat- Hold him God on the day he will die- With my head hung low, I walk the street- My family will feel the hangman;s loss- No more will I walk upon these blistered feet- Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross- For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust- My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry- No more reason for you to stand all so discreet- I am happy at last, on the day that I die- I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross- These murderers relax themselves on their own lie- In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss- I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-
A rose is always the first one to die As love arrives, flip-flapping his wings, Taking her to a fresh grave to lie, Hidden amid hallowed tree's rings. Earth unrests with a slight touch, Feathers and petals, red and white, Mingle when Love leans to vouch, Whirling around the burial site: "Wave slowly, I see, I like, I take, Your lips are cherries, your heart Like the soft and most sweet cake, I will feast and if my lips demand, I will take my bow and with my art, Take food from your soft hand."
I gave up breakfast Not because I needed To lose girth Nor any extra Avoirdupois Nor because the time wasted In feeding Could have been better Used To solve the problems of the Universe Not because the eggs Are high cholesterol And the chicken sausage Created from Hapless victims in their Sharp metal cages Who never knew a Better life I gave up breakfast Not because I hold any grudge Against sunny beaming faces Babbling cheery "g'morning" In the dark demented winter of An empire in decline Nor because The aroma of fresh cooked Pancakes Serves up wistful memories of Childhood innocence Raped by the scam of Maturity And insatiable adult Demands Not because the grapefruit Citric acid Contributes to gout That precipitates Kidney stones And leaves a grown man Crying in a simulacrum of Childbirth pain Not because Nor because No No No...... No more need for morning meals When your awakening kisses are Marmalade For my soul And your warm perfume Sprayed upon my lips Transcends any butter roll No more need for a morning beverage Nothing orange, tomato, nor lemon And your golden breasts are my Nourishment Made from flesh Made from Heaven I've got all of you in the morning It's a feast of your skin and hair And the breath of your love In my open mouth And the taste of your love In my open mouth No croissant could ever compare. I gave up breakfast To make love With You
A "Big Mac attack" and "Have it your way" are all past slogans from fast food places for most Americans fast food will stay because Big Macs and Whoppers feed faces Americans love to eat on the go we love pizza hamburgers and hot dogs and the value meals never cost much dough other countries may think we're all just hogs truth be told we need to eat to survive Burger King and MacDonald's does the job some may think fast food as food at a dive Long John Silver does have corn on the cob right or wrong fast food will never leave us until the day all Americans bust
Cookies - Why can't I have the chocolate one I want more She took my cookie Hers is bigger than mine I want to trade That's not fair Cookies + Thank you for the cookie I love you Thanks for all you do for me I am satisfied This is good I am loved Written By Deborah Finneran :) 2013
It was the Southern French window blowing open he came in the night no word spoken The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker I will soon die unsure of my fate my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair even if he is not a man but a beast I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful feeling like I'm in a forever dream I wait for him too enter I wait for him willing to die I wait losing my Religion The Vampires offering am I " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain
Yes, the time had allowed another opportunity to be near you, Though well heaven knows whenever you are near my fear crunches my breath, Leaving me starving for you, and wanting nothing more than to flee… I stood in line, mainly because my family was there… God knows I was not hungry at all… Which is odd—I'm usually always hungry when I come to food gatherings But there I was, my stomach swirling, and I looked out of the window, And I saw you with the others, serving the food My first thought was, great, here's an opportunity, And then the fear came—oh boy, what are you serving? Are you serving something I like? Something I hate? So I closed my eyes and opened them again… And I looked at what you were serving… It was either macaroni salad, or potato salad; wasn't quite sure at the time I was more intrigued by how you presented yourself, So friendly…so easy-going….so very natural and engaging Damnit! The line is moving fast! I cringed at the thought of approaching you, Even when I was following all the others; And I knew you couldn't be left insinuating- Oh, that girl's kinda weird and creepy… I guess you'd only think that if I went to the table for the third time or something- But still, I was shaking with stupid thoughts There was a problem though… I do like macaroni salad… well, a little bit--I've never loved it And I'm rather sick of potato salad frankly… So if I refused the food, would you think it's just another way to avoid contact? Or will I give eye contact and smile at you, and say "no thank you"? As I got closer, it was apparent it was potato salad… And I begin to think Well! Potato salad…it's not that bad…let's play it safe, shall we? Let's get a little bit. And before I knew it, I was where all the food was You were talking speedily, happily with the others About just everything it seemed… my ears heard blurs at this point A lady offered me salad – I accepted the bowl and slowly put dressing on and looked up And you smiled at me and said, "Best potato salad in the world, right here." And I can't remember if I smiled, But I most certainly lifted that stupid plate… The lady next to you said, "and there's another kind right beside it!" I said quickly, "I think I'll pass…" What she didn't know was that I was trying to get the hell away before I vomited on everything and everyone... I wasn't hungry at all… But one thing was certain… I accepted the potato salad because you were serving it! And I ate it too… It wasn't bad…in fact I could say pretty easily, It was the best potato salad in the world Right here…. You were… were….. right there.
If I had lied like everyone else who achieved their goal, I could have spared myself an useless headache, and it seems late to realize that my honesty caused a mess! There was a table for two sweethearts in the finest restaurant, my first date supposed to have been perfect with all the enthusiasm and the sorrounding athmophere: a boutique of roses and scented candles! The girl's name was Amenda with big eyes of sapphire, the boy's name was Andrew a little outspoken but funny; everything went smoothly, the food was superb and the waiter with an Italian accent was humorous and helpful, but happened next is something nobody would believe. Amenda had too much wine and started to talk non-sense asking me, " What kind of work do you do?" I promptly replied, " I am a chief ! " and boasting with pride, silly words flowed from my mouth, " You should see me in my uniform...everybody loves it! " Amenda with angry eyes yelled, " Everybody...including the dumb blonde and the red headed who order food just to see you? " I jolted as if in a powerful earthquake, " How do you know that? " But she with a malignant glance exploded, " I saw them flirting with you while they waited for their order! " " Oh, pretty boy, you brought me here to listen to your aspiration, I must be stupid enough to believe everything you say? " I stood up, pushing back my seat and swore, " I never intented to lie, Amanda...I am sorry for getting you upset, and if my honest caused a mess, I apologize with all sincerity. " Ah, you even mention the word sincerity: here's you reward, fool! " And splashing a glass of wine all over my sharp suit, she left...while the crowd started to laugh, thinking it was a movie scene. Here's my deepest reflection on telling little, white lies, " Guys, on your first date...don't say what you actually do for a living, invent a profession that brings in tons of money, like a surgeon or attorney; go ahead and have fun, and the more excited you get her, the more she'll believe you...who wants to be a loser on his first date? "
Some call it an aphrodisiac. They say it gives a man a strong back. Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense; Can something so delicate be so intense? Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors. Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored. When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity, Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy. Don't rush, familiarize your taste buds. There is no such thing as a first sight love. Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell. Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.
Not long before I put down my dirt filled hoe Into my yard she quietly crept It's as though she knew I needed her cheer She was rust colored and sadly matted cat Not the most attractive feline I'd ever seen But she was lonely and hungry, and in need Of course immediately my Mothering instinct beckoned She followed me to where I poured some milk for her Not ever having a cat I didn't have cat food on hand- So I opened a can of tuna to her delight She lapped it up and looked up at me with a smile The next day there she was waiting and the day after and so on I had found a friend So I went out and bought some cats food She was now mine of at least I thought so Who could have ever done such a thing? Leaving her to the streets? I bought her flea collar and bells to wear Soon she would just sit on my lounge chair waiting for me I had to bring her into the house she still looked so frail One day while she was eating I noticed her choking on her food It continued so I made an appointment to see the vet It had to be done anyway after all she was to be mine While we had our visit and the saddest moment of my life came The doctor said she had throat cancer and it was advanced Our friend Tabby didn't but a few weeks to live So my husband and I made the pain staking decision To put her to sleep Tears poured from every corner of my eyes "No" was all I screamed inside she had brightened my life How could someone have left her alone? The Vet felt the previous owner knew about her condition They left her to suffer knowing she was so sick I felt we at least gave her 6 weeks of love and care before she left this place I will never forget the love and championship this rusty feline gave me Months later my family and I adopted another cat Tabby showed us- The greatest love and companionship that animals give you unconditional We now have two wonderful cats that were adopted They bring so much to our lives
M- MMmmmmmmm I- In my tummy! L- love in a shake K- kisses of chocolate S- soft H- heaven through a shraw A- awesome K- k, who doesn't love em' E- expensive!!!
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
It's My Birthday It's my birthday… I look out the window there is no one for me owe so, owe so lonely poor me . It's my birthday… you surprise me, with a Barber-Q grill with a cooler that chills with a grin we show white grills. Happy Birthday… it's my Birthday I am still waiting, it is almost the end of my the day, just waiting on you to wish me a happy birthday which, well make my day. It's my birthday…you do not remember that day, can we go out for we can remember that day? It's my birthday… I can share it or alone, some share it with a twin, or with a friend and the ones who stay to the ends like a good friend. It my birthday… its looks like another day to me I just need someone or something to comfort with me a room full of women and with hand full men, a juice in cup, juice in glass, with a sweet lady and grill on cut grass that may make every day feel like my birthday, with a touch of class. It's your birthday… it's your birthday you should all-ways win on your birthday, if do not have a mate you sneak and go on second party date form those who may player hate. Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday! it comes and go, I see you come through, looking out my window with a hand full company that is what a party really should need, yes it's sweet, sweet with music and sweet with treats or it must be the money, or food, or brinks, or just me. Poetry 7/7/12 by author Keith Kadell
Anger is something I grew up fearing Mom and any other person in charge today my eyes are no longer tearing even though my stomach got somewhat large eating the right food is so hard to do since it seems so much stuff is bad for us and these limbs of mine sometimes will not do I get by walking and riding the bus and my wife is right with me to the end we both had our own bouts with some issues but at the end she is my only friend and we both have used many tissues from a house of anger I started out in my lifetime I hope world peace will sprout
Delectably delightful corn beef salty boil intimate melting spiced love gramma's secret touch potatoes, carrots seared onions yum!
Feeling the loss because of a transgression Dwelling in darkness home base the light Not promise forgot make your confession Though you may feel low sail to great height
Drizzled chocolate ~ On a scoop of melting ice cream Melting from the heat Of delicious decadence She brings the crisp color Of his cream to it's full splendour Atop his ivory mound Is her exotic resting place Gooey dribbles ~ Curve into fantastic erotica Cooled into a perfect pose Down vanilla slopes.
Gold-brown crunchy leaves Crystal beads of morning frost Smoke swirling from chimney tops Time for family Oven filled with bird and pie Harvest time of food and love © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams /Sijo or Sedoka Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich - Judged 10/12/2014 ~3rd Place~ >
A soup so delightful Yet to such a waste All that cooking Standing by the stove Making sure the temperature was just right Adding all the right spices - A little salt and pepper, some lemon squeeze, just a hint of chili and a spoon full of love Stirring carefully, making sure it didn't boil over Humming your favorite tune while preparing Personalized with all the ingredients you prefer Poured it into you favorite bowl, the yellow one (your favorite color) Served it to you with fresh basil and a kiss on your cheek You smile and say: "Thanx, but I'm not very hungry right now"
. Soul-mates Sara and Steve share Times of titillation, while tasting Sweet scarlet shaded smiles. Their reaching fingers find fruit, As aroma arouses their appetite. They're helpless against a hearty hunger, Yet, yearning is part of the yielding. Planted for pleasurable picking, The stem, still pliant secures temptation. Softly, Sara squeezes juicy secretion While sensations slowly spiral. Steve licks lightly at the edge of her lips, Sampling and savoring freckled spots. Then, he drops downward to devour What was offered to him without restraint. The mouthwatering morsels make him eager, But, patiently he puts Sara's preferences first. This is the way it should be, taking their time, Lingering; as two lovebirds share lunch Of strawberries, sweet and succulent. Contest; "LUSCIOUS LOVE LINGERS" ALLITERATION CONTEST Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Online tonite looks like a whole lotta' spoonin' goin' on in the "Soup" nosin' around the comment coral I see love amongst the group yessir'... hot Soup! stirred not shaken marriage scent in the air no fakin' where it leads... we shall see I know some are dippin' crackers in the "Soup" but Lawd' knows IT AIN'T ME!~
Anyone who thought that I follishly picked a rabbit, a cat, a sheep, a bird or frog as an animal for my impersonating: must have the wrong assumption...it would be a big insult! How would anyone see me becoming one of those? Has anyone thought of me as a ferocious lion instead? I would be the king of the jungle, but it could get worse! I will be demanding obedience and loyalty from every small and big animal that I have recorded in this book and as their leader I'll be just and pliant, but wouldn't they envy me for my pretty lioness queen so gentle and beautiful? Only lions have the ability to lead, solving the issues of justice, equality and fairness; others may not seek the powerful ivory scepter I'll be holding in my claws, and from this throne made of straw...they'll admire my sovereignty and mighteness! Who's laughing in the noisy trees, where lots of monkees devour ripe bananas? Who's shaking the brenches to make them fall and and land where I stand? Don't they see the crown I'm wearing which intimitates the elephants and giraffes? Nobody should be afraid of a docile lion that would turn ferocious... if the jealous ones continued to ignore me and flashed looks of contention, and although I am a self-appointed king, I can be kind, not atrocious! Entered in Kristen Bruni's contest, " If I Was Animal What Would I Be? " written by Andrew Crisci
_________________________ Gramma's apple pie caught my eye upon the shelf- a forbidding sight.......... _________________________ Contest ~ Apples ? Oranges ?
Golden, Full Moon Shone On All The Harvest, That's Grown Welcome In Our Home
The darkness, how it does keep own persisting From me it said, you have no will resisting Completely it has almost spread round the world Telling you, this is all there be existing Preying on all, there is no righteous soul left Intentions of thee to leave all you bereft Molding ye a fruitless pattern of death The Creator does say, their will be a theft Endurance of faith in the One you should trust Turn away you all, from fleshly mortal lust The more men turn on you the more you will see Follow thee path of Jesus Christ does be just
Thick chocolate with a cup of tea A silk river of milk Exploding in my mouth so smooth.
Usually a pound of ground with black beans abound pintos are good for your heart cannellini start pepper, tomatoes green chiles mix! Jalapeno, seeded, minced chop one onion rinced six cloves of garlic thrown in use olive oil then chili powder blend spice a lot HOT!
water melon in my garden like the sun and moon just two… "...launcher ready…" steady my hand tending the weeds near a row of beans a far away land "...it's not a good time…" so I wondered and thought of when wars are just plays staged in the hands of writers like me… I'd arm the nations with radish leaves squash for bullets that unload seeds Peanuts money on my jelly spread I'd share the health giving lettuce, head… "... is it a good time now?..." who wants a cow chickens grown in crowded pens suffering blows in.human.e hands glitters the water between the corn I'd sale on ships into rosebud shores and i'd grow my fish in between the stores "...I'm god in my garden…" and I divide the rows soing what suits me in tomato groves and near my basil I'll build a school teaching the mint just how to be cool and over hear the potatoes anchor on stalks of beer "...wellcome…" to chi… banana central read booms of cheer ...but they say I'm mental. lentils are sooo good in soup! my capitals I declare are true! I only cook When I brew my stew… and no one regrets in the garden of Sue. "...yes piglet…" I was Just Making sure of you.
Vegetables are so versatile I use them every day Such lovely shapes and colours, they are so bright and gay I always use them in my cooking Or eat then raw when no one is looking What is there not to love about the humble carrot? I peel it tenderly, chop it up and feed it to my parrot Broccoli it always gets my pulse racing When it's steaming in the pan, round my kitchen I am pacing Potatoes are so wonderful in every shape and style Boiled, baked, mashed and roast, so totally versatile I've just discovered butternut squash and make a tasty soup I bake it first and boil it, its taste makes me cheer and whoop Mushrooms are my favourites I would eat them all the time Sauted, raw or stuffed with cheese they really are divine Tomatoes are so colourful and full of lycopene Its hidden away inside them and it is never seen Brussel sprouts you either love or hate But no Christmas dinner is complete without them on your plate Parsips and turnips are not my favourite food I will eat them occasionally, when I am in the mood My love of veg will never fade I buy organic that have never been sprayed Vegetables really are so good for us My family eat them without any fuss The humble pea is the love of our life If they are not on the plate I'd not be a good wife Swede and carrots mashed together I eat it with ground black pepper My ode to veg I think is fine I want them to be my Valentine They help to keep us strong and healthy With veg in our lives we are truly wealthy
The cost be a benefit to charity I speak of A bid for mercy a reward from He thee Almighty One All who have fallen give in faith, so that they receive Unseen is this present, only in spirit they understand Selfish desires lost through forgiveness He has answered Foolish to many the choice that was made obviously right Turning of a page frees the once monetized slave His life was the price but still there be strife humbling to most A ghost now made Holy given to them headed down This frown now turned to a smile that last for an eternity
Is it Christmas everywhere? Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears. Songs of merry Christmas delight. Snow covered rooftops glowing at night. Gifts of sparkling diamond rings. Christmas memories and special things. Holiday feasts and decorated doors. Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more. Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore. Paying with plastic I depleted my stash. Let us make a loan I need more cash. Is it Christmas everywhere? Are you sure without a doubt? Because some poor child this Christmas will be without. Give hope and love. Give prayers and faith. For those lonesome people on this Christmas day. Is it Christmas eerywhere? With war overseas? People dying and starving, and no shoes to cover their feet. Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty? Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat. What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands? It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand. With death and crying, and cold and mourning, an unfortunate road to a path with no glory. Oh! What a very sad Christmas story. My home is my castle that shelters me, but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street. So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give. Share your heart with someone and allow them to live. The best Christmas will be without a doubt, God will bless you for giving to those who are without.
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
Bare, it's clean, does love exist? Scraped clean, who deserves such confused? Death row veggiies , marrow delight? Slaughtered for our feast? Bacon cheese- burger Defiles humanity Ask me now Does love exist? Does Love Exist? 11/010/11
coffee best describes papa joe's essence for me coffee kisses- YES fertilizer stink paternal grandaddy smell famous tomatoes noxzema only for miss toby before bed shakey hands slicked up but then grandmama whew! peach cobbler first of all sweet corn, pot roast, ham oh man, those fried pies blackberry and peach goodness beautiful mem'ry
By Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian0 (18th February 2012 nite at Kentucky shack on colva beach) I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails. I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets. Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails. Cheers…………………………… With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins, Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins. Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming orgasm, Pink lady, lost bikini, orgasm. Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling, Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling. Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry, Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry. Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls, Caribbean fever, planter's punch, rocks for the dolls. Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita, Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha. Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer, Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer. Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach, Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach. Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy, Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy. Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car, Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar. Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour, Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay. All these heady concoction, Many of them and lots of action. The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology, All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
Why is it that school's say that they are preparing you for life, But really they are preparing you for more school? Who knows? That has always been on mind for the past few days. *comment if you know why or if you have any ideas* -angel4eva23
Romantic dinner:chamois, A lot of candles Lament the tame roe; Potatoes-fiddlers And grills in splinters. Please,honey, Eat!
Born in worldly sin seeking you thrust knife Turn away from man's unrighteous false goals This be cause will given a choice speaks life The teachings of Jesus Christ his word molds Unrelenting desire be thy way Without the One lost in doubt course be known Holy Spirit to baptize me I pray Direction change not in vain seek Ye thrown
The wind chimes ring to a summer's breeze, With the fragrant smell of hot chicken baking Wafting around, setting hearts at ease— As wind chimes ring to a summer's breeze —The rain falls gently on the growing trees. The old couple waits with bodies aching; Hearing wind chimes ringing to a summer's breeze— With the fragrant smell of hot chicken baking
Roast Pork Big fork
The Sacraments of Christian Initiation Baptism, Confirmation and the Holy Eucharist Lay the foundation of every Christian life Faithful are born anew by Baptism, Strengthened by Confirmation Receive in the Eucharist the food of eternal life To receive increasing measures The divine life Advance toward the perfection of charity Written 09172012
I. End-Cut Prime Rib of Beef, Crab- Cake, Lobster Tail, Sea Scallops. I feel — no — need to, eat those foods you asked that I get you. So I scour the internet for upscale Manhattan restaurant menus, listing, first and foremost, roast prime rib of beef, confident that, if I find that, the seafood items will appear on at least one of them, too. It's the Post House, on East 63rd Street, that has everything. And, on this day, the 1st anniversary of your death, I'm eating the foods you craved, yet, I do not savor a morsel. But not to worry, Renee, for next year, same date, I'll try again, and maybe, just maybe, I'll find it easier to enjoy what you surely would have, if only I'd realized there was no time left. No time left, as I held your hand and watched American Idol while you morphed into what- ever it is one becomes at death. II. Regarding Robert Frost, I muse, if he'd taken the other road, would he have moved to England, where his poetry was a hit from the get-go; would he have been a constant farmer, or teacher, or newspaper reporter — not a bard who crafted the simplest words into mysterious, memorable poems; not a father who couldn't prevent his children's deaths; not a husband who couldn't keep his wife from sinking deep into depression. Every day, since your death, I think about what I could've done and should not have done as your sister, your twin. How I'd sat on my laurels and let you navigate on your own, with me never whole-heartedly trying to steer away from conflict with you. Me, who found it too hard staying involved in that life of yours. Truth be told, if there'd been two diverging roads for me to choose one, way back when, neither the worse for wear, I would've sought you out — asked you which one you'd take if you were me, and surely I'd have taken the other. III. I sent you an e-mail hours ago, right after rereading a few from you, out of the many final ones I never deleted. According to AOL, the one I sent you today, dated 3/30/2014 11:42:47 AM Eastern Daylight Time, was delivered! It's been 2 years, 1 month, 7 days, minus approximately 9 hours, since you died, and I'm wondering if my message reached you? I made it short, wanting not to rehash what we've said and written to each other since the moment we could. Renee, if I don't hear back from you, I'll assume you can't make yourself be heard, or choose not to. Although, it could be, I'm not listening well enough — much the same as when you'd lived. No matter, I'll be writing you from here on, and I'll stay on high-alert, lest I miss a single word or whisper. P.S. It's 3 days later and my e-mail has been returned as unread: "Undelivered Mail Returned to Sender - MAILER-DAEMON," which prompted me to look up "daemon" in the dictionary: (in ancient Greek) archaic spelling of "demon" —a divinity or supernatural being of nature between gods and humans; an inner or attendant spirit or inspiring force; tutelary spirit; genius loci. So, thanks to AOL, I (tend to) believe you're out there, somewhere in the electronic (or otherwise) universe, perhaps, in a place universally known as heaven. You, out there, watching me grappling with your death 24/7.
Having family and turkey is the sauce for the dressing. All together giving warm wishes and especially blessing. Prayers are the dearest thing to share even if apart. Prayers whether said out loud or quietly in your heart. Your spirit shared with others is a great gracious start. Take heed of what you have been given each day that you live. Heaven hears every word and thought that your soul does give. Answers don't always come the way we desire them too. Never underestimate that they are heard above the blue. Kingdoms of glory have no monetary goal to claim. Spirits blessed in honor and true love has no shame. God is here, he hears, yes he is alive though many doubt. Insincerity of your inner peace will have no known clout. Victory of all that will be given comes from your heartfelt soul. Insecurity of your spirit shall defeat and buries your life's' goal. Now warm your essences with peace and love for humanity. God has set forth a plan for his glory and our life-forces eternally.
This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box. Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go Trying to protect but you can't turn back the clock What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect The library was vast holding knowledge long passed Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect Someone had already check out these 365 books See the flames raised high the city did overcook Spread them north and east so ordered the beast Because at the Star he did not want you to look
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth. Oil on skin, bare, sweat on your back, feels amazing. Yes! Im back on track. Sleeping cosy as a worm, unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term. Free to explore, a magical universe, I must implore. No home, no chores, no bills to pay. Just water, food gathered and warmth today. A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door, just love in your belly, to the very core. I love this realm, just need more time, time to explore. Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth. And return once again to mother earth.
Potato chip, I love you up, my darling little buttercup. A cup! A Reese's chocolate one with peanut butter. Oh, what fun! What fun is time with nacho chips; delightful cheese to tease my lips. My lips around a hamburger, with onion rings my heart to stir. Stir the chili in the pot. Add tabasco; cook it hot. Hot, that snack I love so well, is buttered popcorn that I smell. Smell the pasta fantasy- sauce and parmesan for me. Me and cheesecake, cherries atop. Once I start, I cannot stop. Stop for ice cream; what I wish- a sundae sitting in a dish. Dish me up some southern fried with mashed potatoes on the side. A side of bacon, crispy fat. I see nothing wrong in that! That's a spicy hot tamale. Enchiladas make me jolly. Jolly Christmas; candies sweet, turkey, ham; so much to eat. Eat a pizza. It's the best. Now I've gotta take a rest. For Deb Wilson's "My Passion" Poetry Contest
On top of my pizza filled with bacon and cheese sits a juicy pineapple ring filled up with garden peas This gives much wanted colour to my anticipated big bite the base is so thick raising one's mouth a new height The juice from my pineapple ring runs all over my pizza adding zest to its taste giving it a new added feature Now the ring slips slowly down to fall off the plate on to the floor below the table I'm sitting at with my date Then it moves over to the other side where sits my date a real beaut who thinks I'll have that but finds it stuck to her foot So I cut it from her foot making her footloose and fancy free with my knife and fork made her eyes see only me Love came via a pineapple ring to cherish and keep we joyfully sing AUTHOR NOTES: written with the childrens song in mind 'on top of spaghetti' with a slight change of focus!
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here, And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there, I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared, If you don't mind being compared, Repeating the many ways you cared, The experiences fondly replayed in many ways, Thoughts and memories that make me gay, Every recipe, every taste, Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste, Now it is what I use to fill my plate, It's what I use so I won't be late, Staying here learning to appreciate, All the miles, trucks caring freight.. For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait, But if you visit my mind would quake.
He's the product of a ladies man He knows how to take command Grab her hand Livening up those strolls throuigh the sand And for you he will speak to the sea in a voice so deep It could lull troy to sleep Although nothing will become of it you"ll love it Since he did it for you in public And now your defenceless To his sexual advances to his advantage He's not a player but a slayer Wants her body for unmusical chairs So young ladies stay youthful be aware More wolves than sheep and they bleachin all they hair This beast that roams these unleveled streets Has many names like hidden grief Or he who eats but wont provide meat The one who sleeps like born without feet The passive addict with an aggressive come down Your babies baggage that dont never come around Mr no benefits and no working background Or Mr she's headed east He's tryin to meet her westbound He's that monster that would even ponder, having her introduce her lil sister to the corner So I emplore you be stronger, live longer, and be a alterior motives conqueror
Satiated by you, your love, your love making, I sigh with contentment…no longer hungry…My mouth still savoring the flavors of love….I run the tip of my tongue over your lips to catch the last remnants of my dessert…..Satiated I am, my love. Satiated to my inner core…Satiated by feasting on you!
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night, sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right, Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light, My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight, One candle burning flickering just right, Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight, We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air, we get so spooked we run back feeling fear, We laugh out loud to clear the air, Enjoy this time from here to there, Cinco de mayo is outa sight, We love each other all so right.
Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause Blind be the dead denying Natures laws
Dreams wed forever partied in the park. Hope's voice permeated life's freshest air. Beloved friends, there rejoiced at love's spark. The wedding guests adorned in formal wear. Enjoying snacks and drinking way past dark Oh sweet nostalgia, come again, so fair. Beneath night-lights held tight by romance. Couples glowing brightly, spinning…thoughts dance.
Water bearer's drippings of dew Still nourishment for just a few
Tainted love or tired love? Smug attitudes and weak games Look at you! Your such a lame! Me cry?! Ha! Not no more! NOT EVER! Five point five years What a joke?! All you do is lie Keep smoking your life away! Wake up before its too late! Before this love turns into hate! Your too old to act this way! Your too comfortable You cant stay! In my life! In my way! Goodbye to you!!!
(Kyrielle Sonnet)* I coax him with my baby talk, then he begins his fishy walk. He wiggles and waggles his tail, he flutters his fins without fail. His coat of blue, purple and green flashes and shimmers a vivid sheen. You can tell he's a normal male, he flutters his fins without fail. He waits until I walk away to forage for his food today. While spewing bubbles in his trail, he flutters his fins without fail. I coax him with my baby talk, he flutters his fins without fail. *Samu, a pet Japanese Beta fish, lived three (3) years, which, according to the pet store owner, was a record. My theory: With all living creatures, love works wonders. And love, as always, is expressed in many ways. Unable to hold him, physically pet him, I communicated my love to him in words, to which he responded physically.
Can anyone on this planet see that many unexplained occurrences are happening? Can a group of scientist, agriculturist, solve the worlds food problem? Can anyone control the weather? Can anyone truly say they can make the world better? Can we sustain food supply to the millions starving? Can we in good conscience think this through without it being alarming? Can a world facing over population, pandemics, and wars survive? Can do. This is what our Savior Jesus said if we are to remain alive. You see man has the power if he adheres to God's laws and allow our Spiritual Father in. Love, consideration love for your fellow humans, we alone allows the Holy Spirit in. God's edicts will stand the test of time. This belongs to God. He sees, hears, knows all, happenings are explained. Today now you can know the Father, just ask, be fearful of God, His road map, His heavenly signs, His truths remain. Can say this, the Bible says, "Prove all things?" Can do a motto, a search, a loving gift to all human beings? Don't be fooled confusion is the devil's way. Soon' Peace, love, a new kingdom. Don't worry it's more about the devil's pay day. Our Father will see to it that every fear, every sorrow will disappear. The conditions are simple; Love your God with all your heart and soul, live as if to hear. Keep your vigilance, pray for His will be done. As we lovingly spiritually see His Kingdom comes. The evil one cast to His predicted end into the pit. His legions, His followers, will be cast to the depths, and we will be better off because of this. Our new Kingdom on earth will be with the Father and Jesus. A loving caring peaceful earth, a gift from the Father we can go and talk to the Almighty, A Spiritual gift for us.
"Mother…for whom love was enough" Love and a sense of humor were Mother's tools of trade and a judicial wisdom with every judgment made. She used no threats, no whips nor straps to discipline her brood. No swear words or shouts did she employ to force us to be good. We each were quickly sorry, if misbehaviors or our lies brought signs of disappointment to her beautiful gray eyes. Daddy and Mama were a team and didn't sabotage each other. His one firm rule that he enforced was a simple "Mind your mother". My mother's meals were evidence of her enduring love, She turned out her delectables on an ornery old iron stove. No one ever had to be called twice to one of Mama's meals. We came eagerly anticipating the treat each bowl reveals. We were so happy at that table, with Daddy at its head, as we sat thinking of the food, throughout the prayer he led. She cooked to please our daddy with Pennsylvania Dutch dishes And on our birthdays pampered us with our selective wishes. When we were sick our mama used her love potion to kill all of the foolish bacteria that had dared to make us ill. She never was too busy to attend our little bruises, to wipe our tears with her clean apron, one of its many uses. She raised her seven children in those days when times were tough. We didn't miss the luxuries. She had taught us, "Love's enough". By: Joyce Johnson 8/25/11 For Constance's contest "Mother" Won #5
Immaculate Random Gorgeous Heroic Expanding mind Taste Sampling Divine Forbidden pleasure Amazing Mind numbing Glorious Thought inducing Seducing Selfless Explosion Bright Last Night
written 22nd March 2001 K is for all the "kisses we share A is for your boyish "attitude Y is for all the "yummy food you eat N is for the "never ending love we share E is for the "endless laughter we have together "Mummy's Thoughts" So charming and boyish Not knowing how precious Overwhelming and bright Your happiness is my only light with love
. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a piece of unleavened bread wine – fruit of the vine a feast of Holy Spirit fills my hungry soul with your gift of love redemption Lord! ~~~ Inspired by the Holy Bible Luke: Chapter 22: 7-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Awarded: First Place John Heck's Epulaeryu contest
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
I will always love you Because you are different every time you come around Some time sweet Sometimes bitter Because remember i got that chipped tooth that you seem to always get to and make shiver And i might get mad but all will be forgiven when i was Titanic and start to weep And under the covers you and me sweep You stick by my side though thick and through thin With all you different flavor i couldn't even began to remember how are relationship begun Was it summer sun with Rocky Road Or out side freezing (and it s snowing) with and McDonald's cone Or was it when i feel in love when i tried you slow churned when one bit turned in to three And three turned in to ten And ten turn in to the pint is already half way gone so i might as well eat the rest Will it doesn't matter because you are and will forever be number one Until chocolate comes around then well you pretty much know the rest but that is why they made ChOcOlAtE IcE CrEaM
Estephania was the Spanish horse, with a chestnut coat and mane and a lighter long tail...and she ate alfalfa for strong teeth and bones. She was domesticated, losing her liberty and neighing she showed keen ability: to spot dangers on a perilous path... Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat. In summertime she fed mostly on grass, but bees stung her many times to protest, and struggling to get them off her tail... she hit a shrilling raven in the head. And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving him a little comfort as he folded his wings; and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
One can take joy as eyes glow and sparkle One can take joy in smiles for no reason Wish I could throw a bolt of love At the residents of this city, this city, this state, this country,this world Life is a privilege together we can partake of the banquet As stars come out at night and the summer draws slowly to a close Let us taste the sweet wine of love, of sex, of nature, of joy As you enjoy the fruits of life touch the reality you may have missed in your younger, more hasty days
As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest These winds that blow changes though, will steel The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust They not see the light of day hither wither Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek Plainly in view will be done son Sun To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns
her quarter-pounder eyes edged with charcoal coaxed me inside. her round succulent body i savoured hungrily as from table to table she rolled. a small gherkin green nose sat on lips of tomato sauce surrounded by a cheesy smile. as my fingers touched i knew it was burger love.
He is everything good inside you and I The alpha and omega the earth and the sky He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts Don't get confused for he can't be bought He is the planets as well as the stars I first found him inside prison bars He is all that has been or could ever be The sun and the moon the sky and the sea He is the beauty we see in a flower He created the universe with all of it's power He is the teacher who teaches us best He forgives us our sins and offers us rest He is the one who offered his Son To forgive us of things that we have done For he is love in it's truest form The comfort inside that makes us feel warm He gives unto us the right to choose The ultimate choice of win or lose When you feel lonely and full of despair Comfort is waiting in a single prayer He is the one thing from which we can't hide For he is the spirit that lives inside He is the beginning as well as the end For he truly is "our dearest friend"
Today, my brightest star is still my baby This reference she may find disagreeable Sometimes the things she says make my head spin Leaves me speechless as I listen to her opinions My first and only, beautiful and a definite miracle Although that's another story Sent to me when I'd given up all hope Through her I've leaned some patience Well, at least much more than before She inspires me to live life to its fullest Without fear of neither present nor future To love without expectation Finding a peaceful existence within She may not enjoy the art of cooking And has no green thumb for gardening Yet has this extraordinary love for people Which shines in beautiful smiles easily shared She is my brightest star in this life! ~*~
A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day. Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play. What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed. They can't fly and still they strut… know they no shame! One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish… When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink. Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way. The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay. Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist. They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist. The orca didn't care which meal he had as long as there was one… He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn't won. At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool. They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule. Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish. Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he'd been remiss. Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It's not a choice they've made. But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.
I was a-munchin' 'n' a-crunchin' on some crackers 'n' cheese When a-someone or a-somethin' came 'n' tickled my knees – With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease, 'Twas my little grey kitten mewin' wide-green eyed pleas – Beggin' of her human, "Oh kind human, please Won't you let me share in yer crackers 'n' cheese?" I looked into her tiny face 'n' made the choice with ease – Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys? I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin' breeze, 'N' now my kitten's doin' the munchin' on my crackers 'n' cheese!
. Out on the porch seeking inspiration, enter warm house greeted by warmth, aroma of homemade chicken and vegetable soup. Contest: Anything about soup Sponsor: P.D.
Temptations again they do be daily Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they Surround by sin how can I win With faith and truth of heart No matter how the enemy comes at me Be I righteous and show charity
Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
This world can look like an evil place; Where a man is judged by money, colour or race. When a child is broken by a 'human being' Yet the judge decides the evidence 'not worth seeing' This world can sound like we're knocking on hell's gate Innocence like venison, on the guilty man's plate This world can feel like a kind of hell All who hurt have a story to tell But this world is still a beautiful place, To those who have nothing - yet still say grace
I wish I could sit 'round the corner, And take in all of the clamor; I'd hear laughter and conversations, I would hear what really matters! I would hear dear familiar voices, Distinctive laughs I would know right away. Dinnerware clanging with silverware, And the smells of Thanksgiving Day!!! I would thank my God for family, Both at home and those miles away. If I could just sit 'round the corner, That would be a spectacular day. What you have, when gathered together, Is a gift every heart longs to share. The gift of just loving each other, And the prize of each person that's there. Though I'm not sitting there 'round the corner, My heart is most certainly there. My love, adoration and thankfulness, Is in spirit, at everyone's chair. I love you dear family, and send my best wishes: For holiday health, wealth and mirth. Tis Thanksgiving Day! Thank God for right now! It's the best seat to have on the earth.
Just the sight of you, Out of the corner of my eye, Makes my mouth unbelievably watery. The way you look back at me, as a gaze at you, gives me unbelievable chills. Chills that provide my imagination with all types of thrills. Thrills Just awaiting me, awaiting the passionate love we share With just that simple kiss, touch, and a smile that once one takes that transpiring bite. Under the dim light, I can see the faint outline of every curve, That sweetly outlines your shape that continually keep my eyes in awe so that I can't draw my eyes from your Light brown complexion. Then slowly you persuade me to help you, Help you take off your sheer layering slowly and carefully. As I assist in the games that, this beauty has possessed me to play, I begin to become consumed with the most pleasant and mind easing scent, The scent of sweet glaze and butter and light cinnamon that drives me wild, However I regain control and realize the work at hand, Finally once I have you naked and revealed to my eyes, I begin to take you into my mouth and take in that wonderful, Mind blowing sweetness that takes me under every single time I get the opportunity to place you in my mouth. And I will wait till next time, until I see you out the corner of my eye, And invite me to come take all of you into my sense to enjoy that sweetness, That you always have to offer me and that only you can provide That I always desire to have. Oh how I love my honey bun.
people look at me and they can't see... because on the outside I look as healthy as can be... but...I am not afraid to say, I am malnurished... lately I have been deprived from the main nutrients in life... I'm hungry for it... although I've had snacks woke up to breakfast.. and slept with dinners... I didn't feel full...to say the least... some1 offered to buy me lunch... I told her she didn't have enough, she looked at me confused. and I just left it at that, because since I've known her...a buffet is all she's offered me. yeah...I've had some that cook for me...but they seem to always be missing the most important ingridients. ...I'll try all different spices...but I like to keep it mild... I haven't had that full course in a while... never make it to the dessert... ...so I guess I'll keep looking over the menu... the menu that I've been reading until my head hurt's... I need some food for my thoughts, some food for my latest heart condition... I need to be replenished...and only true love can quench this thrist... because I've been starving and my waitress is takin too long....
It may seem strange to write about a battered old saucepan but this was no ordinary one it sprung a leak the other day sadly without thinking I threw it away and now it's gone. It had been in my family before I was born and it was used every day it broke my heart after to throw it away. For all the delicious soups goulash and past it had contained the mouth watering delectable smells from the kitchen the shouts from my parents ''Come on now set the table dinners made''. All the red hot broths and porridge we'd scoff before school on a winters day all the laughs tears and conversations around the dinner table before it was was washed and put away. It was more than a simple saucepan because it held a lot of family memories now my parents sadly passed away it was one of the last things to remind me of how things used to be and mow I have to buy a new one and accept it's demise like my family it's gone forever. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
~PANIC from the DOGS POV~ They left me yeah..woof ME! woof! Love that car! grrrrrrrrrr Blankie where'd my blankie go?? Mommie!!!!! (howl) Daddie !! (Howl) (Whimper)(Simper)* Who's that Lady, I smell her… NOPE not MY Mommie! (The discarded pup chases its tail) (howl) (growl)* Gonna HIDE! yeah..yup HIDE! NOPE~ ~ `dope* Gonna EAT! (bark) (bark) FOOD! hey Lady FO O D>>>>>>> I GOT Kisses (a giant pink tongue slobbers with drool toward the puppy sitter!) OH NO!!!! I smell CAT (grrrrrrrr) (howl) (bark) FOOD? cat? Kisses for food (What's a dog to do?) Kisses and food YEAH! (Can't get out to get CAT!) Gimme gimme HERE pretty sitter kisses for YOU! Awwwwwww, you so nicey sitter! I luv YOU! ( giant, pink, bubble- gum, tongue licks on sitters facie!) (Sniff)(lean)(cuddle) I think I luv YOU TOO! What? CAR???? Mommie!!!!! HOWL, prowl* (scratch door) One more kissie sitter lady! Mommie's HOME! *indicates internal rhyme
Oh, my Sour Patch Kids You are so sweet and so sour I love you today.
"Striptease of sweetcherries" hot With white dress ice-cream; Liqueur-Impetuous fire; This splendid old team, In which desire Is just small Sip
I stood there one day With my feet in the sand Water to my waist And hands spread around The fish, all swam close And swept against me My fingers they nibbled I felt so much glee Nature's beauty at best When you feel all at one When with wild you connect It's like touching the sun Went there each day To swim with the fish Love that feeling I get When my legs they do kiss Then one day I met Carol, She was feeding them all Four years she said now And took a roll call She showed me the babies And thousand there were All growing and healthy In this violent world She shared with me bread So I could feed them too And I love her for that I feel so in tune She told me of trouble With this one and that Not wanting her feeding Those fish where we've at One friend he told me A petition being signed Opposing the feeding Of our fish friends this time I can not believe it Can not understand This world in such shortage Few fish in our times And here is someone Heart big as can be Doing something for this world So good, as I see One day she did ask me If fish I could feed Cause she could not make it Was busy as a bee Was happy to do that Cause I love to feed them And next morning was there Bright, early and free Those people I spoke about Where so rude to me They shouted, took photos, Tried to intimidate me I wonder at those people In this world that were in Where is their goodness Hearts hard as can be One day Carol, she told me Abuse they did cause They scattered her bread All over the shore What's wrong with these people? I can only ask We are feeding some fish There's no harm in us This world that we long for Of peace and harmony Of getting along And having nature be free How will we ever find it? When as you can see There are people out there Who scream - commit perjury? Shame on you people We are doing no harm Just feeding some fish Just let us be calm And we hope that you fishes All grow up to fill These oceans of ours With food for our plead I want for my children And those next in line To know what a fish is In all ages of time There is so many out there Who kill and destroy Who maim native animals And shamelessly slaughter So thank you dear Carol For what you have done For love you have given To fishes all in one
Fragrant strawberries resembling plump lips, when no other fantasy could ever excite us more; creating a lover's luscious desire anytime you stare at them with a tempting eye... taste their sweetness and sigh! Fragrant strawberries growing in sunny fields to delight everyone; pick many and enjoy them with appetite, don't forget to fill up your basket for your noon snacks and strawberry cake... taste their sweetness and sigh! Fragrant strawberries, dreamed by lovers for their red, attracting color to invigorate their passion at a later hour; O sweetheart, kissing you is like tasting them! Shouldn't I enjoy this feast without haste... taste their sweetness and sigh?
The light of first beginning Still feeds us with love: Hot Fish and Bread and white wine As blessed meal of mine. I eat with my dove The sweet grains, Lord.
I want to create & bake A cake, I want to make Flavor of which one? Help me find the best one Chocolate - My ultimate favorite I searched for ingredients I gather one by one in a wreath Taking notes on other reagents As I mixed, blend and fold Smile touches the ends of my lips When I'm done; I put into a mold Licking some mix on my fingertips.. I don't like to decorate Neither do I like to garnish All I want is to top and allocate Allocate and made with love and happiness Indeed, anyone who'll bite Such bitter sweetness clings He, she, you: I'll invite Quite luscious in devouring by: olive_eloi 3:38pm 12/30/2013 --------------»»»
Bread baked with love Talks This poem of mom In belly Is yummy
You are headed toward a land of sunshine Where your dearest wish will come true; Good luck is coming your way. You are headed toward a land of sunshine With me by your side day by day Because I love you and I am yours always. You are headed toward a land of sunshine Where your dearest wish will come true. (Lunch at Cherry Blossoms with Violet)
From the cocoa tree, Chocolate sensualism Hershey with Almonds!
S S C E N T S I So, Love The Scent, of A Fresh, Cup Of Tea Like, I Love The Smell, of A Fresh-Bathed Baby Both, Are So Very Delicate, Soothing & Sweet Both, Are A Unique, Fragile-Moment Complete And With Rose Petals and Soft Lavender Scents And Apple-Blossoms, Honey and Fresh Peppermint All Come In Lotions Or Talc-Powder For Baby And In My Teacup, These Aromas Are Tasty I So Love The Scent of Steeped-Leaf Tea And A Fresh -Bathed, Gurgling Baby Come, Sip A Cup of Tea With Me While I Hold & Sniff The Baby
Lamb well roasted with wine : tears... New potatoes red; Savory grave,dill gravy Green salad wears; Forgive us... God !...
A dash of salt I'll add that to the mix stimulate my senses to search. My soul becomes apart of it into the crevices of eat bite you take savour my savoury dishes sample my sweets. All of me you devour I watch you expression your sensations I smile in satisfaction reactions to my liking A pinch of this a 'tuups' of that an abundance of me in that menu you see.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
hell fire desires running wild like a passion driven hot rod with burning tires scorching licks of frenzied lust whip raw touches that spontaneously self combust pressurized slowness yielding euphoric smoke with every thrust finger flicking flickery teasing and pleasing pink pleasures peeping erotic natures in search of lost wet treasures hardy hints of intense mixed sexual scents resurrects the untamed within to go instinctively hell bent standing tall like a hairy savage walking erect smooth cruise control piston pumping action X-rated planet transmitting listen to deep space orgasmic satisfaction naughty nude bodies being slapped by massive tide waves of ecstasy forever love fantasies pulverized into countless particles and scattered across the endless galaxies extreme tenderness under a ripe mythological moon indulge on each others spirits using a soul stealing spoon
Whisper. Let us whisper you and I In a dark little corner and no candle light. W'll wait until dawn and watch the sunrise. Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star. We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly We cross a small stream, sparkling water catches the corner of your eyes. We make a sailing boat from paper then write a little song. Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer, And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.
His will forgives Stabs of a knife Life still in strife
I may not have all the riches galore, Or stand laced in diamonds that drape to the floor, I may not be built, like the girl in your dreams. Or bare the manors your mother would teach. I may not have money to spend at my will, Or time to waste ,just 4 the hell. I may not cook as good as you, But you"ll know I tried, take outs good too. I never stopped earning all I have gained. I'm willing to share with you just the same. I may not be perfect just honest & true. All that I have baby,I offer you.
It does not matter what kind of food I am eating What matters is with whom I am feasting And the way this lady keeps my old heart beating She makes everything look and taste appetizing She makes me feel like I'm eating some gourmet dish Even if in truth I am just eating ordinary fried fish Eating meals with her I will always cherish She can turn ordinary food to something that I relish I can never put to words the joy that she can bring And the good taste to my food that she is adding This lady to me really means everything With her around I would not even need seasoning Food shared with her is a gift from above Made tastier by true and eternal love She is everything that my dreams are made of Meals shared with her are truly seasoned with love
I am a coffee hound to say the least. Without my java I can be a beast. Just love that steaming cup that warms and picks me up. And productivity is much increased! written October 22nd,2011 by Deb Wilson for contest "Pick a Beverage-Any Beverage" sponsored by Francine Roberts
His jewel of chocolate delights In dreams of love dare we behold, That brings to continental nights Such luxury enriched with gold. In deuces rather than an ace The Monte Carlo cards may fold His gem will bring a smiling face Such luxury enriched with gold Of biking's tragic final trip The tears of loss the papers told His love remains at fingertip Such luxury enriched with gold His jewel of chocolate delights Such luxury enriched with gold.
It's funny how love blooms with a new day - births forth romance in one moment's surprise, without much warning, traps the heart away and stars will cover vision of the eyes. So it was when she met that Quebecois her little French relayed the message sent, their mutual love for pate chinois sparked an attraction that was eloquent, and looks said more than what their words had meant. Novelinee poetry form: 9 lines in a b/a b/c d/c d/d format Cynthia Buhain Baello August 6, 2012
cuisine if desired sumptuous tasty yummy always need to wait
Then to finish, sorbet and a cafe au lay for I'll finish you with select taste... You'll be licking your plate Impatient to wait with no leftovers on table to waste... so this invite I give you my chef - shala Blue for I'd trust you with fork and with knife, You can grill me forever As tough as shoe leather and still I would give you my life to eat of my body at yr soul dinner party just ask and I will comply, ring once and I'll be there polishing the silverware would you like breast, wing, or thigh?? and since there's no ending to this meal that I'm sending to you, with sincer - ity Kinshala, please savor each bite, and each flavor for It's within You I long to be...
I carry one in my pocket for moments like this For in her delight I truly will find bliss Unwrapping content I now slip thereon I long for her sensuousness Thus we two become decadent and sinful Her melting is my excite As orgasmic taste buds ooze with delight I moan and savior her giving in to this affair Eyes now crossed I come forth with a trimble Oh- sweet chocolate I love you!
Living, Learning, Loving Fasting, Faithful, Fruitful Determining, Divine Desires Always, Aspiring, Ascension Call, Creator, Come Heavens, Holy Spirits, Help Grain, Gaining, Growth Dry, Drips, Drenched Wells, Water, Wishes
I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower. Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud, acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor, and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish" We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor. People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too. Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have. - Wiko Te Maru
Birds of a feather All do not flock together There be two kinds The lawgiver says Clean be the distinguished ones Doves similar to Others carnivores Possessed tyrants they do be Which type of bird you?
A thorn of a rose. Its a soul that's truly lost. A person long forgotten. A place of love & loss. Something that can't be seen. Something that can't be solved. The most painful of all loves. A thing that is soon lost. Once you enter into it. You are soon consumed. A prisoner to the pain, And the love that you consume. The thorns rip and tear you. Your heart becomes in shreds. Love is soon the enemy, And loss is soon the friend. The rose is soon the symbol, Of your dying love. And all the thorns represent, The pain that you succumb. You wont seem to trust people. You won't seem to have friends. People will be enemies. You wont trust your best friend.
The shore breeze rose familiar tang of the sea Blue touring car , top down , rolling past palms Brilliant white suit and panama hat . Car toots! Enjoying company sharing fine wine and pasta Radiating high energy and a warm personality She felt the warmth of his breath he whispered It doesnt matter . I love you. Youre beautiful. She smiled her forehead covered with kisses She finally let herself relax loosened her scarf Harps, lutes , ivory horns, kettle drums , guitars Hung high from the ceiling and oak panel walls
Although we all know it, you can't spell out perfection, and our stomachs to it we commit, under our seasoned inspection, the smell is in the air, so thick we can almos taste its glory, O how we try to not stare, and like a wolf with its quarry, we leap at it with great joy, the texture O so splendid, unmatchable by any false decoy, the only thing we ever did, was eat the Crispito.
I'm mainly confused from words that you used to tell me of yr problems present, I'm torn to this way then back to that way, like the end of a pendulum's crescent, I feel yr torment which leaves my heart bent and gives me one wish to sustain, for I feel it is constant to be what is meant without blockage or early refrain, all that eye know is my heart's saying "Go" but my feet, hands, and lips saying "slow down", and I should trust my own head over things that I've read And just to be happy for love found... but my doubts creep in again (the most unwelcome of friends) whom I've come to know all to well, I just want best for you my Kinshala Blue Even if it means visiting Hell, but (you know) I'll come back on an aggressive attack 'Cause I am so strong and so true So ignore what I've just said, and rest yr sweet head my Angel, my Kinshala Blue And now for a diff 'rent - ish style which I can only compile cause you cause my soul to ferment, I just want you to see that I'm here (if you want me) so it is no matter how said, whether in Russian, or French whether Latin, or Spanglish from Kinshala I want to be fed.... (with) spoon silver or wooden or a spork (if a good one) you can use ( I don't care which) be it hot or ceviche Be Cyranno or Nietzche Kinshala You've carved yr own niche in my heartland of love - trust You can bake me in yr pastry crust with Yr simple palette insatiable, you can stir fry my soul and serve me up in a bowl (while) Inhaling my essence comme felatio... then for the fourth course You could derive from my source all the sweetness required (and then some) You could roll me and toss me Pour over, and sauce me While never dropping a crumb
Should the good be judged for not having given enough? Some will face humiliation or reprimand, not by Christ Himself, but by folks who bluff! There are many mways of giving, it depends on willingness and feeling; the most generous ones will give abundantly, and those who aren't...will give little eventually.
So sweet The lonesomeness of the city light street has me hearing the sound of my heart beat, I quickly fall to sleep, I wake up and stand looking outside from my widow balcony. I see two homeless men standing in line whom I randomly see in this street, scuffling in their packets from a handouts, for good bite to eat as they gladly retrieve their treat which is a pleasant cite for flooded eyes to see moreover on the opposite side of the street, I see people set down enjoying a late morning sunny breeze in front of a restaurant chattering, bonding, eating and drinking as I share with them lessoning to the smooth sound of the music, children laughing and playing on the playground and on hard concrete street however not wanting to hear the havoc of the noise, and the rush of a saturated street. That is a part of life... which can be sound and can be so sweet. So Sweet Poetry 10/28/10 by Keith K. Relf
I love the orange coloured skin My carrot has to tempt my eyes I love the crunchieness within Which with my teeth I realise I munch, I chew, I taste the juice The sweetness of the central core Willingly I let seduce This vegetable, this paramour. There is no finer time than this A summer's sunset in a field A carrot slowly chewed is bliss My soul is calm, my stomach filled.
116onesix 116onesix CharlaXFabels TESTED There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is nice but even slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the date that GOD was saving me.
Open are his arms Never will The Almighty leave you Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy All who cry out in Jesus' name none can harm Righteous in heart all must crave from start Death is the test be it not in vain
A bakery box was waiting When my key unlocked the door. Today's the day of Valentines – I knew what it was for. I slit it open, took a look And broke into a grin, For something that I truly love Was nestled there within. It was a heart-shaped cookie, Filled with berry jam inside. For you who know me oh so well Knew just what to provide. I will indulge tonight and eat This lovely Linzer tart, A perfect symbol of the reason That you stole my heart.
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
Comprehending this about one's energy Then upon the pit there will be no casting The Holy Spirit is what provides synergy You and it both be combined everlasting Mortal human life may be in jeopardy The soul and spirit be Ye separate grafting Yet most eyes fail to see this invisible force It's the power of the Creator almighty I endorse
I love the way you stare at fruit pies that I bring you; your eyes glow with anticipation, as you lick your lips. I love the way you eat the fruit pies; oooooouuuuu.........you say, drowned in their flavor and sweetness. I love the way you act after eating the fruit pies; licking what remained of the pie from your fingers, as you stare at me with bedroom eyes.....
What I need most in my life is love. 'cos I am malnourished of affection. My heart is starving of nourishment for tender loving care. I yearn for genuine unconditional love. A love that will be loving most of the time. A love that will be understanding majority of the time. A love that will give abundant of love frequently. I need love because it is food for the heart and head and without it, I will starve;hence, dead.
Gracious smiles, a waiter waiting. The service: quite nice actually. The drinks cool and food sating My average appetite factually; Who knew they had coca cola here In the middle of the desert... odd Isn't it? I ordered water and beer And here arrives our saviour, god And leader, dressed in a brown Shirt despite the pre-mentioned Heat. He never wears a frown, Even at rush hour not tensioned. 7.30 comes and goes, morning Or night, we arrive, are seated And eat. The waiter is fawning But nice, the food is all treated And we eat it all up, fulfilled by A fountain of beverages he will Provide. Full, we give a goodbye, And place tips away from the till So the manager cannot see, risky Business. But how to divide the Cost? Calculators grant only frisky Fractions, I only had a mint tea!
Mambai India Dreams Mambai in the Maharsashtra region is home India the land of magic takes me back Amit Arjun is my name Shri Swminarayan Hindu temple is where I pray Sandals take me there to Shri Ganesha every day To seek Attainment , from a higher authority than me And I pray for peace, prosperity and some property Akuri on toast at morning meal lifts me to a jolly spirit On my journey to the truth Bheja, goat brain, helps me sleep at night, but it needs curry It gets me right into my dreams of Aabha Aadarshini without a worry She glows with the power of the sun One day she will be my lovely wife A lustrous beauty second to none She teaches me the basuri and papini and how to dance When week end comes I take Aadarshini to the market Hand in hand we walk and plan our future She wants a restaurant to serve foreign foods I just want enlightenment and truth
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more stormy and less temperate. Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May, And summer's temper hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot your sweat does shine, And often is your beauty dimmed; And every handsome man you do decline, by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed. Part 2 Variation Shall I compare thee to a winter's day? Thou art as stormy and as cold And do leave me longing for May And winter's temper too long showed Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY
The meal I require tonight Will satisfy my appetite As she lies on the table Oh boy am I able To relish in her sweet delights First her curvaceous curves Enjoyable for any serve Taken abreast How my heart requests So pert in tasteful observe Her sweetness is sure to follow Like a bear in honey I wallow Then like a lion I roar As I head back for more Sugary just like a marshmallow My love has a craving to share For into my eyes she does stare She says "Hun are you able" It's your turn on the table I have teeth so you better beware http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-5.php
Sleep It is often too potent an image But as often still I want to kill it And satisfy and make it fat with heat And sweat and let it sleep, Let it sleep, then die The drink it fills with red Drops low and loose the hidden And slides into a single dream The air thickens with submissions In irresistible stale breath And rotted grapes picked And with chocolate, dark On lips with visions of here and Now sleep, then die until sunrise. MFL 8/26/2009
Long lilac dress pearl-grey tie Casual elegant beautiful woman Smell fresh ground coffee beans Newly refurbished town houses Colour swatches drawing room House in the family for centuries Man in tuxedo jovial atmosphere Clock tower flowery gardens zoo
My delight, Taste by taste, bite by bite, The final course which for room you save… So many people at the table please pass ! Nose tickles, my mouth waters, finally at last! Now for the perfect touch of whip cream… Generously sky high Pumpkin pie.
His Flawless Ways Ate Her To The Bone; Crazy, Delisous Like: Coco~ Puffs. She Craves Him Like; A Dog In Heat, Firery Hot. Prowling, Scouerring; Around Her Lushious Meat, Like: A Wild Hog On His Knee's. As If It Were Her Last Contained Victium, Caged; I Leave Here, Rated PG-13. Entered in true diminished hexeverse contest Sponsored by; David Williams
Pollination bee Tasty flower for the soul Fragrance at its best
YOU Kiss Away the PAIN YOU take my BREATH AWAY YOU make me FEEL THINGS i'v NEVER felt before YOU Found my BROKEN HEART YOU are Fixing my HEART YOU Lifted me OFF my FEET YOU Carried me in YOUR HEART YOU are MY LOVE +Angel4eva+ (( leaves comment IF you like... i'v worked hard on some and i'd LIKE to HEAR what YOU HAVE TO SAY)) :) thank you plzz rate
Now Ms Dietrich, I have to give a response, To your poem on behalf of fruit lovers, thus; Of fruits we will disagree I love then for breakfast, even for tea. I love my apples, peaches and pear Watermelons, coconuts, and guavas No fear! I eat a cherry, then a plum And suck on star apples until the milk is done. Even when they are stuck in my throat Moving north, but heading south. Love them. Tangerines, Mandarins and artiniques, From the same genus,but all unique Oh and the grapes which are fed While lying on my feathered bed Can I tell you about the cucumber Chew it. bend it, then devour Now my favourite is the avocado Refreshes vigour, and strengthens ardour Now there are some exotic ones you see News headlines to you but old story to me My voyages have been long time made Within each log, I write a page On the last line an anecdote To the humble gage, and artichoke But if ever I have a regret It's of the fruits not tasted yet.
I hold you close to me like a new born child and give you all the tender care and love you desever But there is just one thing I don't approve of you push me alway show me your cold side and not your nice gently side You say you maybe love me because your still in love with an old lover friend and you don't know when you will fall out I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose But your glad I'm in your life becasue I make you forget about her and you know how I'm feeling about everything And you can feel it and see it in my eyes you wan't both but you know it anit wright so you just keep me near and her far because your still in love But you wan't me what sould I do drop up everything and move on and just forget about use trying to be as one or stay in this unfear relationship and keep carrying on My body wan't you but my heart also to but my brain know this is not a good way to live my life and I'm playing myself for less I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I can't lose This love I'm in must be called blind beacause I can't move my toes I fell in too deep and I can't even find the hole I fell into druged and willy off an overdose I'm confused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose I'm confused and I don't know what to do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose
I crave the taste of chocolate And The aroma of coffee as i wake Indulge in the essence of wine Clams to me are also devine For these are all special cravings of mine But Compared to you there's nothing to desire more For you, I covet, Repine, Salivate, in the most immeasurable way There's not one food or drink that could keep me alive It is only the presents of you, that make's it necessary for me to sustain life.
Breakfast begins with out a care Waffles and applesauce Thats what love is This mourning here with you I just reminisced Our first kiss And this mourning It's applesauce to you And just because I hit life's pause I now give sauce And it's because Of the things you do
Cherry cheesecake whipped up from scratch, graham cracker crust. Cherry cheesecake. Mom's jubilantly scrumptious bake, to duplicate its joy you must whisk in love and a pinch of trust. Cherry cheesecake.
The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can't tell me what to do Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don't you see No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don't forget Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?
Ok its four o'clock My girl gets off at six For dinner I'm wonderin What I'm gonna fix So I get online To look up recipes When she comes in I want it to look like a dream I put a cloth on the table And two gold plates Two candles in the middle To brighten up her face Roses On the floor To show her there's no one I love more Now its five thirty And the food is almost done Thinkin to myself This is really fun Everything taste good I cooked it to the T All by myself That I can't believe I hear her pull up Keys jiggle outside I run out the kitchen And moved by the candle light When she comes in Her eyes moved to my position She tried to speak I stopped her and said listen You're my wife my love For that you deserve so much more But today I thought I would surprise you when you came in the door So I pulled out her seat When she sat I uncovered the plate And the smell in the air Was how the food tasted Cordon bleu with a hit of lemon And salad on the side I looked closely to her face And a tear fell out her eye So everything turns out good And a smile is on my face If I can say so myself What a wonderful day
My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight. and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song. The bond between us will never break she's my best friend . and it will never change I love my sister
The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton
on a quiet Sunday afternoon rain playfully danced amidst the flourishing trees of Georgia. memories tempt tastebuds with a sweet juicy nectar ripe with luscious desire. sensually fragrant arousing all senses slowly, delicately, sensually. peaches simply are.. the Fruit of the Gods.. one of life's delectable pleasures, for the God & Goddess in all.
you like it melt quick it sweet and a treat get you on you feet its a party seam SUMMER AND ICE CREAM
Sighs... The anticipation of beloveds fridge door opens with an oh so sigh-worthy..... PING! ! ! followed by her own generous.... Sigh She knows i shall ravish her She really does not mind The heart pitter patters as the eyes forage Bounty hunter.... bessie bunters Eyes dance as bambi's legs Through the forest of cheese and things that please And the odd banana dregs Then Chocolate... Coca-cola, all things that Doth so.... tease (but im on... yet another diet) so not permitted to eat as i do so please I hate my skinny family the ones for which i dote For whom i loving fill said fridge With things I'd so love to munch but wont My mind is starved my stomaches gutted My soul is crushed and spat Ill walk away with just A Lettuce leaf Convince my self... that It is tasty its just devine It is my just dessert And watch my child with a big ice-cream Boy it dunn arf hurt.....
The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not. Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone's pot. The tree was bare with nothing to hand out… And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought. We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat. And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be. But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived. And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see. At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off. Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back. But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all… For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all. Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip. Dinner wasn't much but it was all we could give. But no one noticed as everyone talked… It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got. Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.
I can be your sister and your brother Your husband and your mother I'll bake and clean and treat you mean Be your quarter back on our own private team I'll prepare your meals and iron your clothes Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door Let you wonder if I really am at the store? I can be your superhero and save your life I can be your number one fan, your right hand man Your enemy sinister and wise You are my teacher when I cross the line And I'm your master when you say your mine Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that I'll be your secretary when your too weak to speak You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap I can be your very best childhood friend Your nurse by your side at the very end I'll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind Tell you the world hasn't really changed outside Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail Smile and tell you that all is well When inside I'm dying and feeling like hell
Reminding that this will be your end In this message I am about to send Having knowledge and not following the path An eternity in the pit you will spend Ignorance now may be thy flower Praying not for the rain to shower In death another chance fore they do not know Fearless fools in the darkness they cower Being aware of the all ye many sins Still this leaves no game plan that wins Because thy tree bares no fruit No matter how they try and spin Continuing to foster false pride As though you stand by the Creator side He says the punishment be much worse for you All your deeds were done to misguide
I like a nice cooked breakfast Bacon egg and beans Sausages and mushrooms The answer to my dreams With it I like lots of bread And a nice hot cup of tea I really like my breakfast A full English one for me Some days I might have cereals And maybe jam on toast But that full English breakfast I really love the most
Tragedy is a spinning wheel which stops at its own will, and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives.... such was the fate of unlucky Japan, the island off the Asian mainland. When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep, people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud... feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath; how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out! Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses, unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes. Let's show our heartfelt sympathy with a kindness which surpasses all credibility, remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel never telling where it will stop to make a kill... and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.
Dad was digging in the garden When he struck a custard well Mum was none too happy By her phizog you could tell We watched the plume of custard As it rose into the sky Dad said "It's bloomin' lovely We can have that with some pie Mum was still unhappy "This has ruined my best dress You can both get out there later And clear up this ruddy mess" First thing in the morning I went out, to see the hole Scraped away the surface And I filled a little bowl Sitting on my haunches In my jim jams and a vest I took a cautious spoonful And declared it was the best Then later on, the press appeared And in the garden mustered As Dad explained how he had found A well of perfect custard A well known geolologist Was hired to survey He said our well, might just achieve Ten thousand puds a day So, Dad went out and bought himself A brand new custard pump And put it in the shed that he Was just about to dump With lots and lots of effort And a little bit of planning We built ourselves a factory And we started custard canning Now mum is very happy, 'cause We've bought a house that's bigger Don't know what she'll say though When she sees Dad's bought a digger
Sun kissed apple cheeks, Honey streaked golden hair. Strawberry lips against creamy skin, Under sparkling cerulean candies. My three daughters, Sweet enough to eat.
Never been one much for food, always caused too much fear. "Geeeeez" would there be enough? Enough food was always a concern. I'd think of cold days when Dad was gone. Mom was crying and sled rides through the snow to grandmas where, maybe, there was venison. Didn't like seeing the red, blue-black meat all smelly and sizzling in the pan. (The deer's head was a porch wall!) Loved the golden butter and the onions. Gram would have potatoes always lots of them. I can't ever remember wanting to feel full. When I was full if I ever got full "Wouldn't someone else be empty?" I thought they might, so, I never tempted fate. I was a little bitty girl. I took bitty bites and wee tastes especially if it was yummy. There were and are things I love to taste, but I wouldn't say eat. "Tastin' now that's the thing! Tastin' doesn't hurt no one. Don't hurt them by eatin' all theirs and don't hurt you if it's yucky" The bestest most happiest tastes, I can remember, are sour tastes "Go figure? " I'm your kosher dill girl. I'm a prickle barrel surprise. My Jewish family Tanta and Uncle Don had the bestest pickles "Mmmmmmmm yummy!" What a crunchin' delight and a pickle won't fill you up either. A pickle will just make your mouth water and your tongue lick your lips. "If you have two pickles you ain't eatin' no ones supper either!" So I'd have ta say, " Pickles is my food of joy crunchy, cold, half-sour, Jewish pickles given with love from my Uncle Donny."
Though each day be new Eternally you must do Tell you have no doubt
to the heart piercing star-crossed under the moon roses bursting forth A T T R A C T I O N A D M I R A T I O N I N T I M A C Y T R U S T the source of every joy by which we live passion devoted friendship fidelity cherish and hold so one must ask or won der why it repe atedly falls apart lo ve
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails. I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets. Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails. Cheers…………………………… With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins, Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins. Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming orgasm, Pink lady, lost bikini, orgasm. Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling, Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling. Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry, Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry. Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls, Caribbean fever, planter's punch, rocks for the dolls. Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita, Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha. Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer, Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer. Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach, Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach. Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy, Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy. Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car, Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar. Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour, Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay. All these heady concoction, Many of them and lots of action. The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology, All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
As the earth swings back Brothers I say stay on track Follow Master's Plan Sisters don't let man change you For they all should worship you
Message to the class Sometimes the words come real fast At times they be slow Forever though I will row To the Master's house I go
Delicious scents of cocoa tease the nose While baking a cake for candles to crown A tender greeting for a birthday treat As brightly wrapped parcels gently repose All chosen with care so my love is shown Today it is her I shall celebrate. My passion baked into morsels, sweet My love declared with a scented, red rose And breakfast in bed needs no dressing gown. It is her love that made my life complete From that first tender kiss on our first date I've welcomed the warmth she placed in my heart; Now love's wants and needs can anticipate As from her side I can never depart.
Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil Do you know the love of Sushi and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi The tellers of the tales...these unbridaled ocean gifts smashing against the rocks and found deep in the white and black sands of beaches I have laid apon These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye Here, find them here, in your breads and oils Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity as the oyster hits the back of your throat There... yes, there when the wasabi flings open your passageways and you breathe for the first time in your life Here, yes, here I am in all of these as you will always be for me hidden in tree moss beneath enormous boulders so strong and large I find I must believe in miracles in the wind that catches in my sail in you and perhaps in time- even in me.
Stuck between two thots I can't believe what i saw An extra taste of sweetness to my eyes... Barely glancing at this eye candy was I on the wrong side of the law See I know nothing unsinfull could ever feel this good A touch like a rare sin that sends me to heaven changing any days worst mood Her beauty was that of the Garden of Eden Her lips a temptation like a forbbiden fruit no Adam could ever resist Her eyes an ocean of lust I tried so hard not to drown in But everytime we touched i slipped back in... Deeper into this ocean I'm trying hard to swim to this ship-cos i feel we have this relation But I must be a bad sailor cos all my relationShips seem to sink Followed by death of the heart, Frozen in the sea of love like the ending of Titanic So I don't want us to end in such tragic That's why i choose to sail in this friendship... Thou it hurts to say congratulations when you find joy with another I'd rather hurt with you next to me than point from a distance and say ''THAT'S MY EX-LOVER''
Should the good be judged for not having given enough? Some will face humiliation or reprimand, not by Christ Himself, but by folks who bluff! There are many ways of giving, it depends on willingness and feeling; the most generous ones will give abundantly, and those who aren't will give little obviously. Then who should be judged harshly? The ones who give out of the kindness of their hearts, or the ones who are forced by society? True givers are never asked...they give with eagerness. In the eyes of the Creator, generosity is another virtue of human mercies... when feeding the hungry with food and their soul with God's comforting words. Well-to-do-folks and millionaries give away lots of money to charities, but only a fraction of that amount is given to the needy who still knock on doors. Nowdays even the good, who give of themselves, will be judged for not doing enough to help the poor in constant distraught, but isn't compassion more significant than any monetary amount? Didn't Jesus praise the meager woman who gave all she had?
O' bless this Thanksgiving bird With fine dressing words From the ground it's brown and round Cut me a big mound Cranberry sauce too O' Lord thank You! © Joseph, 11/22/07 © All Rights Reserved The "Epulaeryu" poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer's excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence.
Table set with yummy things -a Holiday for food Apple pie and pumpkin roll- that Nice Aunt Donna brings Kids run up and down the stair Singing through the day Giving thanks for childish things In each and every way Very hungry gentlemen Inspecting every dish Needing each a plate or ten- a Grand Thanksgiving wish!
You don't need to know my name, Probably my favorite game Or the songs I listen at night Things that give me fright You don't need to know my name Or the places where I lived The girls I've tricked with game Just those bridges, on my way to you, I've crossed Probably my favorite game Can give you a sign Of why I love to win all the time To score with the dame of highest fame Or the songs I listen to at night When I'm alone in my room After a long days gloom To sooth away my worries, to awaken me alright Things that give me fright Scared me out of my wits Of whom there is only a few And the rules I just love to break To cover my mistakes For I am not my name The things you should remember Are simple, like the day we met in December
One beautiful mourning wine for breakfast, I knew I never wanted to eat again If not to eat with you So let the romance begin Your love I want to win I want my life to be with you I want you for my wife In future strides I won't ever deny it I need you by my side My soul takes flight with you
Twenty one, young, sexy and witty Midnight craving, pizza in the city North Beach late at night, warm breeze Artichoke salad - cilantro and feta cheese Chianti red wine in an over sized glass In line wearing Ralph Lauren with class My boyfriend leans in, handing me a rose The smell of fresh basil wafting past my nose Dishes clambering, sounds of laughter in the crowd Palate salivating, conversations intense and loud Rich Italian spices and the smell of Parmesan Open windows, warm nights make this memory strong
Santa stuffs stockings Pomegranates, juice, bees wax Chocolate tree nuts
I love peanut butter, my favorite spread Everyone likes it with jelly on bread When I was a kid, Mom made a treat Peanut buttered bananas can't be beat Eat warm peanut butter cookies - non-stop They all had cross marks from a fork on top Peanut butter on crackers with some honey Fun to eat and it's good for the tummy Peanut butter is also in candy Reese's Pieces and Buckeyes are dandy The thought of this dish may give you fit Peanut butter on onions, I like it!
Prima colazione sbagliata Si strapazzate il mio cuore, come se si trattasse di una frittata tre uova. Rompere il guscio della mia anima finché non crollò Sto cercando così difficile per dimenticare. Il mio io interiore caduto, bumbled. Mi sentivo mescolate Mi sento arruffato Vorrei dimenticare Se i nostri tempi ti penti Il mio amore soffocato Le mie emozioni accoppiato English / Italian Wrong Breakfast You scrambled my heart, as if it were a three egg omelet. Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled. I am trying so hard just to forget. My inner self tumbled, bumbled. I felt shuffled I feel ruffled. I would rather forget. If our times you regret. My love muffled, My emotions coupled.
Whole day in the kitchen Making my girlfriend favorite dish I cooking for her tofu With tomato and salt fish Tofu is a food can be cook In so many different ways She really love it So I surprising her today Tofu is made from soybeans Can absorb flavors of spices and marinades Is has been a nutritional value For Asian cuisines for hundred of years It's her first time in America So I want to make it right With tofu for dinner Serving under candle lights I can't wait to see her smile When she sees the food I cook I know she will watch me And give me that special look My girl friend is amazing To me she means the world She is more precious than diamond And the seas full of pearls I really wish to tell her She my heaven on earth And I mean it from my heart And I miss her so much it hurt She told me about tofu Very popular in western cooking There is even a tofu festival Every year they does be celebrating I have never try tofu But my girlfriend is very sweet So what ever she likes Bet your dollar I'm going to eat And I never eat onions Don't like how it feels in my mouth But if she cook it for me I will eat it all with out a doubt My girl friend is the best I'm really in love with her And she loves tofu So I will always cook it for her
Mashed potatoes are a drug each bite tastes better than than the first ladled in hot pork gravy puddled in the middle of the dollop and dripping slowly down the sides soft and warm they slide down my throat a little salt a little pepper every bite I feel the pleasure everything is simple when I eat mashed potatoes I am in the NOW when I eat them... I'm nurtured by the texture and the creamy warmth and flavor of that fat spud who I think loves me as much as I love it. Food is love and "love is a drug" I heard that love is a drug in a song by the New York Dolls.
What can you boil, mash and stick in a stew, Share yours with me, I'll share mine with you. What comes in lovely golden chips, You can bake them or they can even be whipped. They come in beautiful skins, Eat one and you'll never be the same again. Their wrappings come in brown and red, And they're just as filling as bread. They are white on the inside, Eat em' and they will put a grin on your face 10 miles wide. What is this beautiful creation, That is now a sensation? Of course it is Taters, Eat 'em alone or share 'em with the gators! Eat 'em fast or eat 'em slow, Eat 'em to and eat 'em fro. So I'll leave you with a closing word about Taters, They are 10x better than maters! Love 'em alot or love 'em a little, If you don't love 'em at all I couldn't give a whittle!
I'm pushing this heavy cart without any strenght left, and through isles swarming with shoppers I'm confused by the above signs; I rush to the one I missed dismaying onlookers. How can I be so forgetful... shouldn't I have a list of all items I use thoughout the week? I admit that guys are different from gals with their minds focus on household things! Yes, we guys aren't as patient as they are, looking for bargains is a thriftiness that bugs us; and down those isles we go..not reading labels, not comparing prices...just filling up our shopping cart with food we don't really need! And who will be embarassed when the cashier tells us annoyingly that the credit card has been declined! Oh, good grief...we don't carry enough cash, to avoid blushing in the publice eye while the the line gets longer! My advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping, stash your wallet with enough cash, or check the balance on your credit or debit card; it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired, you may also find romance while you are in line and a pretty girl smiles, trying to start an intelligent conversation... leading to a date or even marriage! Do you get it? Look sharp, flash lots of money and really get lucky! If you fellas do what I have suggested, you'll have broads flocking to you and your buddies will envy you for your luck!
Never stood still on battling ground, watch the vicious and villainous carnage, and not fight with true courage... to increase the sword clanking sound. Never been humiliated by slandering words not timely, my silence banished them as they picked up velocity; I did nothing to vindicate my anger with visceral grief... and today my memory still evokes that encounter too brief. Never are valorous men nailed to an undeserved cross, making those nails penetrate their hands and feet, no guilt is ever found in them, innocence is their plea; but the loud, infuriated voices still demand their death. Never withheld feelings of compassion, and put a distance between myself and them, poverty was caused by those who greedly governed; why blame the common people for a corrupt institution? Never looked away when the smallest hands reached out through profound silence, and in those youngsters faces anyone could see their misery and sense their desperation arise; they had needs, not wants like we have, when their food and water were scarce. Never broke any law of the land, but abode by it with a good character and willingness to spread peace, not rebelling and causing damage to property and harming citizens; in any civilized country violence doesn't solve anything, it only hardens the hatred. Never got drunk or smoked marijuana to avoid the ugliness of reality, although peer pressure was there and by pushing it away, I resisted it; it cost me their friendship; and looking back, I am glad I kept my dignity... and who needs friends like that, when they lead you down the wrong path? Never cursed God for the ills of others impinged on me, and for the misfortunes I endured for endless years without a shout; my tongue always hollowed His holy name...knowing that He had put me to the test, and in due time He would have blessed me. Never planned revenge on anyone who had conspired against me, this conscience was spotless and no action was needed by me; if I had retaliated, they would have rejoiced and responded with laughter; a fox is known for its slickness, and my instinct was alike it, if not better. Never allowed doubt, or foolishness to contradict what was beautifully created, the cooling breeze on steaming days, the pouring rain for a rich harvest, the brilliant sunshine to make everything grow: from trees to grass; and in the fluffy snow...I saw my purity and the peacefulness of winter so revered. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Strawberries and cream -- divine But if you prefer, I'll dip them in chocolate; Dark, light, perhaps white, Whilst sipping champagne… Yes, nibbling's Fine!
Sweet potato whipped with cream Butter and sugar Nutmeg blend with marshmallows Baked in acorn squash Aroma rising Taste so yum— my! Sweet! So charming Mouth water flowing Give me this baked squash Accented with cranberry Sprinkled with walnuts Filled with baked sweeeet potato © Joseph, 12/12/07 © All Rights Reserved The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and progress down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was invented by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.
Water and smoothies Vegetables lean meats Frequent small portions
I Once was lost, but Jesus found me! And now each day... His love surrounds me! I really didn't know which way to go. Until he came and redeemed my soul. Jesus gave me a special grace. And planted my life on a solid place! Each day that I live... his spirit gives correction. As I read his word for the right direction. Hallelujah! His joy had made my life complete. His love has filled me from head to feet! Thank you Jesus for turning my life around! A peace and satisfaction in you, I have found! Your light in my life is bright and shining. Jesus in me is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton
Living candle What is a living candle . People thoughts that that the great man of the world is the living candle how gave lights and happiness to the world with his blood like mathma gandi , neru and Bagant singh etc. but can we miss some body the most important and valuable person in our life's . who make our life better and happy with his blood and his life . think about it who is this person . In my point of view we miss the main person in our life's. our mothers who always play a very big role in our life's . mothers always treat the children with his blood . we can say that the mother is the other name of living candle who burn herself and give the light of happiness . Is our mother refuse any thing or any work that we demand in our homes or in our life's . I always see my mother while she is working and rest of his life she always think about success and a good life of his children's . I told you a very most important and a very bad moment in my life . After my father death our fine national conduction of our family is not so good . In dinner and also breakfast my mother took food in last . but why. I tell you the reason of this She thinks that's firstly her children's fulfill his demand of food and after that my mother eats a very low amount of food and she told us that her stomach fain during the large amount of food but that is not true I tell you truth it is not the pain of large amount it is pain of hunger . I see many times that my mother eat nothing . it is morality and love of mother for his children's So plz thanks your mother giving you a very happy and good life .. WRITTEN BY :- TARUN DABAS EMAIL:-firstname.lastname@example.com
Desires, Drive, Deeds He, Him, Heed Child's, Chosen, Choice Regret, Repent, Rejoice Attune, Always, Around Savior, Sailing, Sea Left, Land, Lost Pitifully, Punks, Playing Dying, Dead, Death
Cut I have the noose Setting all free now you choose The spice of death, life
Love must be so pliant , like a blade of grass, Bowing to the wind, till the storm has passed. Love is enigmatic Like the sphinx's smile. Waiting for an answer, Nothing is on file. Love is often near us Yet we do not see. Sometimes where we are Is just the place to be
I may look very naive and vulnerable, hiding the pangs of my distress so well, looking normal and walking too brisk... only when God is walking down my path. I seem to look away and shun the troubles, but inside I am hurting like anybody else, who dreams of a coming universal peace... only when God is walking down my path. I nourish my body and thank my Creator for every slice of bread and drink of water, the essential things that not everyone has... only when God is walking down my path. Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top, feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold; blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath, all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path. I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns; and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept, not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path. I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived this long and witnessed may events that have shaped a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate; I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
You can't buy my love Just make a small down payment Bring me dark chocolates
The words cut through the air and soon it is over, all over Her hands slip from his, like one last raindrop sliding off a leaf The smell of candles waft from behind him, and he turns away as she leaves The romantic dinner sits on the table, cold, and lonesome with two empty chairs As he turns back to where she once was standing He sees only a flash of car lights as she drives away for the last time Somehow it seems so surreal, the room is silent and still; after all these years All the years spent with her cheerful voice and playful laugh surrounding him Now all he can hear is the soft humming of the refrigerator in the background While the candles burn down and the dinner grows ever colder A half-hour has passed and yet he stands his ground The longer he waits the harder his heart starts to pound Tears cover his cheeks as he falls to his knees Without a word or a sound he covers his face and weeps And all the while the candles have burnt out and the food could be no colder
Music is more than a passion I enjoy, It is food to my very soul! From the time I was a little boy, It helped me maintain self-control. Music kickstarts several passions inside me. I love to sing and dance to a groovy melody. R & B makes me wanna indulge in a steamy romance. Hip-hop makes me wanna grab my girl and dance! I can feel the beat, the bass booming from the speakers. Like an athelete, I can show you some moves in these sneakers! I can salsa, two-step or even break dance! Music makes me smile and puts me in a trance. My music must be played loud at all times. The sounds put me in the mood to write some rhymes! Some lyrical content inspires my writing hand. Music was heaven sent almost like a direct command! I wonder without music where I'd be. I enjoy ballads and even rock and roll. But as long as I got a melody, Then it's food to my soul.... Wrote for Linda-Marie's contest "Passion Pit"
really, i'm really starving from the frame of my room's window afternoon sun looks like an omelette wonderful, well-fried, big and wide but that omelette has been divided, slaughter by neighbors' tv antennas by phone and electronics cables and without a few for my stomach i try to make my tears not to drops remind me again my mom's omelette i used to be find one, a whole one, as her love with her children with continues fallen saliva i see that omelette without wink but only few seconds then it is gone ravenous-dine by whom i don't know and then left sky alone like dirty-grubby plate tonight when dark covers the space night lamps one by one wake i will crawl go out from my room then silently lick the sky-plate before cleaned by rain or dew only to entertain my hunger stomach then sleep and dream about an omelette
Smoky skies, red flames...war increased Scarlet's dire. Angrily... invoking faint hope with much pain. Was it peace... abundant harvest, or lost love?
Garlic in a frying pan, Sautéed in olive oil, Smells so good that really, Only vampires would recoil. How I love that special scent, A magical bouquet, Meant to keep your nose nearby, Not that I'd ever stray. I have read of festivals Where garlic is the star, Though a garlic ice cream cone May go a step too far. Still, I'd love to be at one To breathe in that aroma. It's enough to rouse a person Who's been in a coma. Garlic in a frying pan - It's heaven in the kitchen. No matter what the dish, my taste buds Totally are twitchin'!
Let me lick the spoon After you scrape the mixture Into the cake pans. Let me have the bowl So I can lick the sweet streaks. I will wash the dishes!
I watched the raindrops one by one they fell they filled an empty hole till it became a well every word of yours is dew like this rain I seek the hole here large and empty for a cistern of waters keep Within I hold these waters as a gift for you the life within a garden cannot without them do The moisture collects in clouds and wind their circuits round the earth each day their routes can now be firmly mapped its requirements to life portray The bounties hidden in a desert you won't ever see in bloom until the rain its torrents fall saturates the seeds entombed Your words are livings waters they must fall upon the seed they cannot germinate or grow they require this moistures deed Mankind's become a desert place where scorpions and snakes do dwell life here is with the cold blooded from the rainforest they have fell Comprehensive examples have been left in all nature and histories show a better teacher than science books if we observe what's here to know The fabric of all of life holds me like a wadi tell like an archeologist who digs the sands and dell These nations want gold and silver but true riches they despise in the end pursuits of vanity will damn those who think they're wise Once again you refreshed my mind when I thought my well be dry the waters here clean and clear not bottled with a lie COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
She told me to try the Earl Grey. But my red mug is plenty content with green tea and honey. A drop of milk, she says, it's the English way. But I just like the color and the taste and the die-cut paper holding the edge.
That's it, I've had it She uses Miracle Whip on her sandwich I just can't handle this, I can't take anymore I am real careful when I leave how I slam the door When I left, I took with me Not clothes or money No rare painting or the Mingh Dynasty vase Just what was in the Prenuptual, my jar of mayonnaise I don't care for the store brand, Sauer's, Blue Plate or Best Foods With Hellmann's by your side, to have a sandwich, you never have to be in the mood A BLT, can you imagine that without the B Let alone it would be just as disastrous without the LT But then again, this is America, you can fix your sandwich any old way That's why when I left, there would be no misunderstanding, I would take the mayonnaise Some kind of bagel, bread or bun, sun dried tomato, white or whole wheat Put whatever you want on the bread, but without out that one thing, it will never be complete Maybe I will become a Health Inspector and find out which brand the restaurants use If it's not my brand, I will write them up for sandwich abuse I will find out which type they use, for instance in their Tartar Sauce for their Breaded Fish Fillets Or maybe become a Divorce Lawyer to ensure that when my clients divorce they don't lose out on their mayonnaise This is a lesson I learned even though It was in Black and White in our Prenuptual It still seen its day in court My girlfriend's lawyer said quit playing hard ball, come on be a sport He further states she's willing to give you the car and your favorite 45 record by Stevie Nicks Leather and Lace I turn it all down and stick to my guns and retain custody of the mayonnaise To this day, we no longer speak to one another I got back at her, for years I have secretly shared it with her mother Is this something I should feel guilty about, show some remorse I am going to see if can marry the thing I love the most, it will never end in an ugly divorce I don't believe that I am going through a mid life crisis or some kind of phase Please RSVP me and tell me if you feel this strong about your mayonnaise
He was a very handsome man, not filthy, unshaven or ashamed... once he held a cardboard that said, " Help me with whatever you can! " Yesterday around the corner, he held out an empty cup of coffee without saying a word, but his sunken eyes of beggar had no strength to remind others of his unfair destiny... eyes that told a sad story to friends frequenting the local bar. He told everyone sipping a drink that he was forced to beg for bread when his bad health became the curse of Hell, then he lost his beautiful wife and children...the ones he happily held to his hilarious heart when everything went well. " I will rise from the ashes! " he solemnly promised himself, " But in the meantime, that cup will get me the money to survive... some folks will give me dirty looks, walk away and laugh: who wouldn't give me a quarter or a dollar to keep me alive? At night he slept in a shelter down the busy block, and he always carried a pain-killer to relief his headache... he wore a wooden shining cross around his droopy neck and kissed it twice when money dropped in his cup. Today he looked totally different: well-groomed, wearing suit and tie; he greeted me as I tried to hand him ten dollars for a chicken pot pie, " Thanks, buddy for your kindness, I no longer need your money... the Lord has finally healed me: I am bound for prosperity! "
Your bedtime prayers Coupled with the right Scriptures Yield "pretiolas" To tie the knot with... Thick, soft "bretzels" are folded Like arm over arm. Hard, brown pretzel twists Are more than little rewards- Sweet licks, salty bites...
Sweetness clings to tea spoons, amber heaven gleaming in the early morning light. It hangs, reluctant to depart, then flows slowly down toward my brewed fortification. The load delivered, a thin remainder tempts me, and I plunge it into my mouth. Thoughts of you flood my mind as concentrated joy explodes, leaving me with sticky lips and a smile.
Dark German Chocolate Cake, Oozing rich icing, With coconut and pecans. Made to give pleasure. Slice very large piece. Glass of milk. Yum!
Predetermine by the princess and Hornet Queen they worry about crumbs that fall from the hoe they determine and of course there children get nothing and their are food for the worrys they are insane for fighting the creator and doing the things they do and believe he will stand by and hurt creation for it there are not evil angels and if a angel is hurry feed them and they are your people and Mary thinks she tells who comes and not she is insane and so is Christ if someone tells you to do something they are guessing not ordering you. Do you think that they will win no people they are so insane now for what they have done. Mary or Joe in Mythology and good and kindness will work out take care of family first and not charity when your aunt is hungry common sense people.
Noodle dinner, Italian restaurant we leave half the food on the plate. I'm not full but I want to leave I say, "I'm tired and it's late." A new ex-boyfriend, another one learning about your encounters. "What are you thinking?" I smile Unsure, the fork twirls leftovers. Carryout box, unfinished meal resolved to say all later. Bruno's, amazing as ever! Though the talk isn't served by the waiter.
As dark as it is cold, chilling to the tongue Almost sorrowful Bitter tanins leave my mouth wet indeed and bracing for a sweetly finish Yet promises remain unseen inside the solid morsel -Jess
You are the one I've waited for You are my hearts desire You are the one I'm longing for To quench this raging fire This is the love I've dreamed of To last eternally You are my one true passion My steaming mug of tea © John W Fenn 16-12-2008
A cookie crumbles But is still just as sweet as The one unbroken.
I love to wake up early but stay in bed awhile. I just lie still and listen to the sounds that make me smile. I hear their muffled voices as they think I'm still asleep. They try to be so quiet...through the house they slowly creep. I hear the clang of dishes and I know they have a plan. They'll make the wildest breakfast ever known to man. I smell the bacon cooking and I know it won't be long. They find my favorite station as they turn the music on. I listen as they're coming nearer to my door. They have to think I'm sleeping so I fake a gentle snore. They wake me up with kisses...you know I have to grin. With kids like this I know that life's a game I'm going to win!
oh the weather outside is frightful and having snowball fights were so delightful getting hit in the butt and head then laughing cause you start seeing red hooking on car bumpers for a little ride wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead we never listened to what she had said socks for gloves to keep little hands warm even amidst a blizzards storm soaked from head to foot looking like santa's outfit full of soot but what I remember about fun the most was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast on that speical Christmas morning day before the Lord had came and taken her away {R.I.P. Mama} Happy Holidays All Love Kathy And Jenny Also Entry For Deborah Guzzi's Holiday Songs In Poem Form Gl All
love 'n'... food and sex and food and sex go together like before and next anytime we're together food and sex can make it, better hunger and lust and hunger and lust go together like need and must anyone who feels so driven hunger and lust can be, for givin' please take heed to what I say naturally can't be, any other way hunger and food and lust and sex are just what mother nature expects food and sex and food and sex go together like cause and effects anytime we're relating food and sex is, satiating hunger and lust and hunger and lust go together like filling and crust any way you can cook it hunger and lust want to, submit some might think they know the score take their fill, come back for more any dad who leers to mother wants some lovin' and no other sex and food and sex and food go together 'cause they feeel sooo goood any body tasted better sex and food they go together lust and hunger and hunger and lust go together like boom 'n' bust any way it falls 'n' rises just nonplussed to criticize it you won't want one, can't hit a homerun any two can't be undone no, you won't want one, without the other No baby! © Goode Guy 2011-06-29 "Love And Marriage" thanks to: lyrics by Sammy Cahn and music by Jimmy Van Heusen and of course Frank for singing it.
Birthdays come but once a year A day we celebrate, a day to cheer We all know the day we're born and our age For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year On the other side of the world fear Horror for a young girl named Heather Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered Swimming around the ocean deep Working up an appetitate for something to eat Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper At home I thought I had turned fifty I figured this year would be very nifty My father who was in his nineties Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty In a land way down yonder A girl named Heather was pulled under Great white figured she was good meat Nice and tender a very tasty treat A girl named Heather was saved That very day lived to be one to praise People who worked to keep her alive She praised God who lives in hearts and on high Sara lived many years Saw her grandsons through tears She was the strength and glue Who saw her family's problems through Just in recent years in a land down under A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder Caught in a fisherman's net He'll probably live this mistake regret No, the fisherman cuts the lines Frees his catch and shark from bind Now the shark he named Cindy Follows him around even when windy Follows him everywhere he goes Let's him pet her on her nose Rub her belly and dorsal fin She even grunts and tries to grin Which of these do you think is the most grateful Heather who is now disable The shark who was spared his life Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife (The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg. Then circled and grabbed her left leg. The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off. She was only attended by a nurse who was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do. She was 20 hours away from the nearest doctor. She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg. The story about the shark caught in a fisherman's net was really not true. The grandmother here was a true story.)
Cut The apple You See a star In My heart A Diamond- That is You.
Yeah, Can't Wait To Taste But, Before We Feed Our Face … Get A Glass Of Grace
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Eating with our hands To comfort body and soul At home, on the go
Smoked ribs cooked to perfection, Slow with anticipation. Like love, is much better savored – Than quick hot cooking. Ó November 15, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Each time was done fall A rest stop to listen to Almighty the One Providing you sustenance Direction are then made clear
Gobble gobble gob Mister turkey broadbreast sings, In the backyard pine. "Turkey In The Straw." What the heck! Why am I here? Oh yes! Thanksgiving! Wobbling to get here, Old Tom took his sweet, good time. Leaving chopping block! Turkey in the Pine. Surely today will be fine. On veggies they dine. Whole year soon goes by. Old Tom in contented state. Lets his safeguard down. Who spied Tom Turkey? Must have been a hungry man. Captured! Old Tom cries. Turkey gave his all. Nice juicy breast and two legs. Who can do better? Thanks be given God. Special day to remember. Gifts of love received! Now Thanksgiving Day. Thanks to all who read this piece. Keep love in your heart! Partly attributed to my friend BCD who is a turkey at heart!! lol
i have known this lady since i was a baby she took care of me from the womb not leading me to the tomb all she gave me was love so pure of that i am always sure we do have our differences but i love her all the same through thick and thin she's been there she is my personal angel my own mother she is like no other she's always there when i need her and i love her more than words can say
Pancakes, Waffles, Eggs Benedict... When I look at the menu I am in conflict. But breakfast menus are so hard to take, As sometimes I just want something that's baked. A Pecan Roll would be nice right now, Whoever came up with that idea, anyhow? And of course there's the bacon, ham, sausage and the like, That's the word I have for all of them...just what I "LIKE". Oh, I love to eat and have a good time to be sure, That's what made my body so hard to cure. Those extra helpings and side dishes all, Have put the pounds on, even though I am tall. And try to get rid of them..."Oh, give me a break". As I look at the Fruit Plate that I am tempted to take. But the menus have no place for a disciplined face, As line by line, I read them and taste. Succulent foods are what I crave, Looking at a menu, I have to behave. Because I could eat a lot with my eyes you see, Room in my stomach, there just wouldn't be. So I choose carefully when ordering my food, I want something tasty, satisfying, and good. And when I am full I will venture to make, That little gesture...about the "Doggy Bag" I'll take. Oh, I shouldn't have stated my love of food with such hope, Because I'll have only words to eat...here on the Soup!
Pickle Bumpy, lumpy Crunchy, munchy lunchy Cucumbers making you pucker Gherkin
E E H . . S memories C . . . E made --------------------- together A N D C U R D S --------------------- just B . . . R eat & U . . E enjoy R G (By curds, I am referring to cheese curds.)
Green tea is an acquired taste Illuminates all the toxic waste I can feel it shower me inside out Made from a fresh organic sprout Drinking a mug is not a treat It is necessarily not a cheat I love the taste so refreshing and clean I used to drink tea but now I prefer green Try it and learn to worship the only temple you own Its medicine naturally grown I Love Green Tea
Every second that I search in this dark cave Come with me my friend your freedom awaits Fore I take you to the gate, nay it be ye never to late Never shall ye again be thee enemies slave If ye fear than stand thee behind In my left hand I wield His shield And my right will make the enemy yield I go back now to free all mankind No longer shall I leave them blind Ending this sifting in the darkness Death to what once was inertness It is I Jesus Christ who has aligned
Nice turkey for Thanksgiving Flavorful tasting Dressing aroma rising Temperature on low Sage wings, breast and thighs Like a rose Sweet! Ahhh! Chardonnay Fine cranberry sauce Well seasoned gravy Succulent taste such splendor Cornish hen—it's last! Turkey on my plate—gone fast! © Joseph, 11/1/07 © All Rights Reserved The poem starts with the regular format of seven syllables in the first line and progress down to one syllable in the seventh and last line. However, the second section starts with an inverse of the first section, whereby the poem starts with the seventh and last line of one syllable and ends with the first line of seven syllables. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1/ and inverse 1/3/5/5/7/5/7. This form was invented by Joseph S. Spence, Sr.
All will receive sight Unveiling want they don't want known Truly you have choice His voice speaks to and thru you Not let them you tell He false
Never attempting of striking it rich, whenever my cravings give me another itch, I'm used to a quite and simple life: enjoying good food and sharing a coldl glass of wine when relatives and friends drop by; why be someone you weren't meant to be? Any millionaire around the globe, sipping champagne desiring what I love? With my beach cap pulled down, so that my short hair doesn't sizzle and change color, as my light skin turns to a golden tan; yes, I thank God for a breeze cooler than a fan! Whole afternoons are spend on this pristine beach, with a waterfront that a Californian will envy, to melt away that old cliche' of vanity; come down here...the East Coast is a wonderful shore! Low class, middle class and the upper one, all share this unquenchable feeling, to lay on the salty sand and begin to dream; Am I talking non-sense or tackling the zest for living... that this society has been unawarely denying?? Striking it rich is a temporary fancy, imagining the possessions money will buy, and many untaught temptations will materialize; some will die by snorting deadly coke, others squandering it on mistresses and hookers... God, how the human spirit is corrupt and consumed by lurid and unhealthy desires that once were out of reach! And hopefully someone will ponder this, to wake up to this gruesome, and parlous reality and spend his or her fortunes wisely! What good people will do for the betterment of the deprived ones? First give them love from the heart, then help them financially... that's the smart way caring, of planning to strike it rich; what's the use of looking at your glittering gold, and not giveit away to help anyone whose thirst and hunger show in the sunken eyes...waiting for someone to feed their bellies! If I ever stroke it rich, I wouldn't be here enjoying this sunshine, but I'll get out there and search for the needy and helpless ones, and stop the selfishness and madness that money provides; if I share my good fortune with them, others will follow my example, and a real change will take place...no poverty everywhere in our world! Follow me, and search for everyone alive...to give them back their precious life! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
You carefully weigh it out And measure it out in exacting proportions With specific ingredients You do not cook without Everything you need for the recipe... But I on the other hand Go by touch and feel With what feels right at the moment My art, as with my love is abstract Not perfect, but special and unique While you sit around waiting to cook Waiting for the perfect woman to love... I, on the other hand am licking my lips And enjoying my sweet, bitter, strange concoction And enjoying every minute of it! I may not have a winner, someone perfect to be with forever But as with anything in life, I live for the moment Knowing that every day is precious and fleeting Never knowing exactly how long it will last And as with cooking in life I will let my heart feed on whatever strange love It chooses to taste And my love will taste sweet in my heart!
A wizard, not a wisher can do magic with his powers, if all were wizards... wishes would be non-existent. And like ordinary, simple people... I will make my three wishes today, but they are not for myself at all: they are for others living far away. My first wish is this: I would like to have the unlimited wealth of Bill Gates or Donald Trump, not to invest in software technology or purchase airplanes or skyscrapers, but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger, which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities. My second wish is this: have a gathering of all faiths once a year in every continent, and let its people praise God in their own way, some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic; it would be a spiritual and cultural event that everyone will remember a lifetime, so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day, bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races? Many others will follow me in my quest! My third wish is this: to end all wars and unexplainable hatred, some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy... inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality. Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary? The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend. A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one! Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces; harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors... and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past. Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
I peel you slowly. Inch by inch. Hands stutter, then Nimbly uncinch. First bite of flesh tight And unyielding. Slowly tenderize. The salts are for curing. You simmer slow. Acid tang briefly Taints the tongue – Aromatic, you are like Jasmine rice. Just inhaling your slow roast Salivates. Slowly knead and Rise. Behold my baking – Mine for the taking. Throat wants to sing – mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………….
I needed you to stay, but with every word you say. I know it grows close to time, time for you to go. I've pushed until you pulled. Away from me. So kill me with the love, you took from me. I've searched for reasons. Reasons to keep you here by me. But nothing seems to matter. I scream in you face. I want to keep you here by me...
Oh, how it is so much fun All having been given a choice You can hear it in their voice As we all dance and play in the sun The there are many who shall turn and run Living a continuous life of evil End the end it will only bring upheaval In truth their virtue, they have none
The apple of your eye Is acidic in nature Burning holes in defenseless victims Whole holes that hopefully hunt And the sweet sucking worm Trapped inside of your favorite fruit Eats away at their hearts And the flesh becomes brown For the lingering life has lingered too long And the ripeness has reversed into ruin
You will find God when you seek him with all of your heart. Getting on your knees in prayer is a good place to start! Remember... A double-minded man is unstable in his ways. He has no true direction in life when he prays. Draw near to God and he'll draw near to you. His word will be your guide in all that you do. Hunger for his righteousness... and be filled! Drawing close to Jesus is what God has willed! He desires an intimate love... more than words can say! Come to him now... with no more delay! Trust him with all of your heart... not your own understanding. In everything...acknowledge him... and heed his commanding! Obey his command to serve with body, sould and mind. Everlasting peace and love you will surely find! His desire for you to know and love him is never ending. Come to him now... please... no more "pretending." Reach out today... and call on his wonderful name! His love for you is forever and will never change! Allow him to bring joy to your heart and pure delight! Please come to him now.. why not tonight? By JIm Pemberton
and 'Ladies' young and old do you even know when i go into the grocery store and how they come all around me and i not even paying attention as they watch me squeeze this and squeeze that and they being all that you are some what more and some few less and they take my hand and place it there and in my hand they squeeze it they squeeze it harder than they should but i'm not paying attention and as i'm thinking about squeezing that which needs to be squeezed in my mind i am squeezing it more and watching some become flushed there faces grow dark and pink so many and so many my head spins around looking down as i feel all of that juice run free through my hands and all of my critical thinking has left me it's gone. Is It Poetry
It's almost here, Thanksgiving Day, when families celebrate, in their own special way. Miles will be traveled, as the food is prepared, that special home, full of love, and prayers. Be safe my friends, in the air, and on road, as you travel to loved ones, to eat that turkey baked brown, and gold. We will meet here again, after this day, take care my friends, on this busy day.
At lunch on Wednesdays, we go out and dine at Trattoria Romana , wth my confreres in the community, there's a choice to make; either we spend the money or be content with the left-over at home for certain reasons this makes us aware of those who are poor. In many Italian menus, there's always pasta with tomato sauce, slices of prosciutto, ribbons of zucchini with buttery lemon-white wine sauce, braised veal ragu with fresh mint and green olives, oh! delicious in toto; We relish them with delight and affirm the goodness of eating out. Scarpariello is almost our choice for every meal in this so-called place. with its juice and broccoli rabe create a better taste to savor it through truly, a special dish that everyone likes and recommends to order hitherto. Homemade desserts complete the meal with a cup of Italian espresso, some ask for a decaffenated coffee with cannoli cream that's sweet and good; like a friendly combination that culminates the whole menu for this meal, a moment to cherish, an experience of grace that satiates our hunger and thirst. We love to share our thoughts, insights, reactions or experiences while we eat; it's like a commitment to a life of sharing and ministry to our own people, there's openness and joy that take its course along with our conversation, part of our meal, a relationship to deepen; that in turn enables us to love one another.
COOKING LESSON All kids love their mother's food - In the world no taste is finer. My mum's cooking wasn't good - Basic food for a minor diner. Her dumpling-soup had no appeal, Meat was burnt, vegetables tough. If smooth short pastry is ideal Her pastry then was long and rough. I've often had elegant food at Maxime's And sometimes in London's splendour, the Ritz. They offer choux pastry and bream in soft cream Or venison rare as my status befits. But at home in the dining room when I can choose I still love the tough little burnt scraps as chews. Judge not mother's food by the tasting thereof ; The pleasure is saturated there in her love .
She licks and licks away, Missed me a lot today, I let her out, She barks and barks, She sniffs around, In the lawn she doesn't care for wet parts, Runs to her bowl, Has her favorite kibble in tow, This picky diva wants food from my plate, She's not fond of my decision not to cooperate, So hard to deny her food when she's looking so cute, I'm strong willed so this becomes a reoccurring dispute, Now she wants to play, I kick the soccer ball, Pouncing like a dear would catch prey Laughing hard I shed a tear, This I could do all day
Fill me with love my soul cries Sweet fruit for my life Comforting is your pure sight Rapture of your skin Takes away mine ills Oh apple Spice! © Joseph 1/1/08 © All Rights Reserved This religious Epulaeryu is based on Song of Solomon 2:5. The "Epulaeryu" poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven lines with thirty- three syllables. The first line has seven syllables, the second line five, the third line seven, the fourth line five, the fifth line five, the sixth line three, and the seventh line has only one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. Each line has one thought relating to the main course. The Epulaeryu poetic form syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. It has corresponding lines built around the main course, and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer's excitement and feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph Spence.
Charity to others means giving to you Helping all fellow (wo)man is part of the plan Righteousness existing in you be the clue Integrity to self above everything else Spiritual intent must be in cement This will save the earth giving new birth Jesus Christ what more must I say? Earthly bound fear is nothing to steer Sex is used to keep hold of you Utterly lustful desire leads to fire Suffering this state tough one to equate
How does one begin to have recognized First it requires that one admits to one's self Do I live my life in search of perfect health? Then the dark side has ye hypnotized You see the darkness is quite clever Once you wallow in its fear of loss Are you starting to understand you pay the cost? Controlling your destiny forever Caring not for another human being condition Driving in you a false perception of need Increasing in you one's emotional greed See now thee that it has a dark mission?
Tantalizing aromas fill the nighttime air Scents that carry on the breeze to my mind While walking to the table to get my share It was to my surprise, which I did find For there on the table, my food on a dish The dish of flesh, as the food sat on top She reclined there supporting making a wish That I would eat my fill and never to stop With a smile I gestured, I'd start with the broth I'd work my way up to the heavenly desserts All the time cleaning my mouth with her cloth To consume then her offerings, to get then my worth As she was the course which I desired the most With wine in our hands, we then made our toast
when its cold be bold any races or faces don't let it go to wastes its has the tastes fill with noodle loots OUR HOP SOUP
You were like a bird perched high up in the tree, which did stare down upon the very worms on the ground. With your eye piercing through the ground you did see me try to slither back to the safety of the soil, but you did pluck me from the ground and with one swift swallow you did devour me whole. I did try to hide from your piercing stare as you measured my slithering body and pluck me from the ground and swallowed me up like a sink hole that came upon a rainy day and eroded the earth from beneath and unseen…Mother earth save me from her beak and return me safely to your soil rich grounds? There I will labor until they beseech you with their cries for your tears and raise me once again to the very top, where once again I shall be at the mercy of their beaks and sharp talons as they dig me from the ground once more. And feed me to her little ones…Truly this is in the masters plan? The weak for the hungry and the least love shall be feed to the many that call upon Mother Nature's tears to raise the weakest from the ground to feed the many that beckon and she does hear their call. This time I surrender my slithery soul in the name of what is right I shall fight no more!
All wanting the truth to be known Yet many continue to doubt There they will find no clout Knowing none can do it alone Fore they will reap that what they have sown Your desires will either lead you to fire Pleas forever stained in the words by these Pryor's Know that all must one day atone Embracing thee one true bridesmaid and groom This is the only way to enter His estate So, cries these messengers standing at the gate Encompassing understanding that all must one day attune
I walked fearlessly into the room But no one seemed to notice At my legs my hands clenched in a tiny fist I sat at the table and said a prayer As I dug into my half cooked broccoli I noticed something You were silently watching me I couldn't think of anything from a to z I cringed in my seat and laughed pointlessly at a joke But you kept on watching me intently as everyone spoke I looked down at my plate and examined the food I gobbled down junks of meat trying to be rude I wished you wouldn't look at me the way you do As I withhold a smile, of my consciousness I'm laughing Because I can't help it when you look at me When everything seems to freeze Time slows down and I feel as if it's now or never But reality taps in and I know it's never I smile back politely at you and you look away Every time you do it feels the same But I withhold all the mushy emotions and tough it out Because maybe one day you'll save me from this Maybe I'll finally feel bliss I chew silently on my last piece of broccoli And escape the table Escape my fears and untold fables There's much more than what you can see Maybe one day you'll realize you belong with me.
Inflected Speech Inflected Speech She said "is this all that you are getting this morning" OH the connotations of that speech There is at least three interpretations of inflected speech in me. Eye was in the Market and the bread was spendy to me eye added peppers not so many seven in the bag to total out quite less the two dollars for the me. Was it not enough? was she the gruff store owner selling stuff or just concerned for the young man's anatomy the love inside the heart? Eye turned to stone and got rock hard and answered not. But wait it could even be just simple courtesy. She is not in love with me but she is a girl endowed and wondering at a man so poor as to buy only bread and peppers instead of meat that most Neanderthal sportsmen eat. Mabe just mabe she thought of me. Or like a lover and a wife and a mother yes eye did eye heard all that from such a young young woman behind a counter of command. But then she is nice to other men and they buy none. They push the envelope with me they grunt. Who pays for all the meat they eat they do not complete my smile or ask for bread afforded me eye smiled in vain to help no one today. My meat is added to the bread to make the table for my head the meat is meat you knoe not of complete. If she thinks me poor than t'was a miss. Amiss she is the miss. And now eye smile at this my poem made in jest. A test of one more day of life.
On a moonlit pond Paddle a flat bottom boat Spotlight, Gig ready At last you hear that deep crock I love frog legs for breakfast
Trees are here, So I can climb. But also here, So I can eat. Streams are here, So I can swim. And also here So I can drink. You are here To make me laugh. But also here, So I can love! ~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 4th, March) when I was fourteen.~
"Erdnüsschen" he called you, little earth-nut. How exotic you sounded on his foreign tongue. Term of endearment. A cheap snack. Rid of him now, you pop them in your mouth. Nothing tastes as good.
All across the land Many will not understand Crawling like worms Failing or discern The reasons why the suffer Know that you all are tougher Dwelling in you He resides Just asking you to abide No longer shall the One tolerate The time has come to obliterate Spitting in this retort You all have his support Keep your reframe firm Ignore all material concern Just see things from his point of view Then in you His Spirit will renew
So you sit there and ask what am I to do? First one needs to make a choice of truth Then all need to reflect it in the booth Well I say that it's really up to you But first take time to gather up knowledge There is always time if life if want to make it The time is now to stand up and take it Contemplate and pray then you acknowledge Then you will find more who are willing to stand Spreading love and peace without remorse Even though it will bring many to discourse This I say will lead us to the promise land
You scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled I am trying so hard just to forget My inner self tumbled, bumbled I felt shuffled I feel ruffled I would rather forget If our times you regret My love muffled My emotions coupled
(This is a fictional poem) I slept with Daffy Duck and I'm so ashamed. Instead of making love to a woman, I made love to game. I was drunk when we got in the sack. He was so sexy because he was black. When my girlfriend found out, she forgave me even though I'm a sinner. She then shot Daffy Duck and served him for dinner.
All must at some point make their will His you see Mortal ye I be just a man yet I seek the true Master's throne Stephen became a martyr due to the many castings of stone That is the true resurrection, Jesus Christ in Thee
Flan The perfect dessert for me. For it has the perfect texture , so consistent throughout. It's gelatinous yet doughy body that is so sweet to the soul , tongue and mouth. So beautiful and understating just like the perfect spouse. But Pardon my manners If sometimes I wish to touch you with my hands and skip even using the spoon or fork. Skip from I got to wait till you're done, to I can't wait to have some more. Flan Have had memories of you and I since back when grandmamma wasn't so old, and all I had to do was worry about what my abuelitos and parents told me. When I finally saw you , suga it was like a dream come true. Even if I was heavier than I should've been at 8 ,I would always take care of you. And please listen to what I say because it's only natural that as a former fat boy my words would also carry much weight. Flan There are so many types of you. I've had the worst and the one's in between worse and in between. But I've matured enough to expand my sense of taste and have acquired more than one sweet tooth. But to only find out they don't even compare to you. Flan With your culinary curves it's almost as If I dishonored you with my failed homemade homages. But can you blame my senses if I feel cozy around you? Even though my comfort is only due to your confection, you will always have my attention due to the enjoyment I feel in your presence, For that I'' always say please and thank you. Flan With that cherry on top I just can't wait. And I'll see you, I'll be picking you up at my abuelitas at eight. I'll my bring my taste buds and you bring yourself. But don't you worry about left over crumbs, because I always clean my plate.
Add some water Bring to boil slowly Condiments will come later Dolloped desire dropped in Edibles let her entice Fresh with filled flavor Grown lovingly at home Heartily stirred to cooking I read the recipe and see Jelled images of repast Kindly koshered believers Larders of lowfat love Milking a midnight marinade Nourishing nocturnally Organic ardoured nutrition Potluck or purposefully Quinoa ingrained meal Recipes of relish Soul food sweet and sticky Unseasoned and unwritten Victuals for vegans Whole meal and rice Xanthan gum aside Yolks and yogurts Zealously zigzag alphasoup © Goode Guy 2012-01-26 glue ten free soup
G;Geico commercials B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U; hour long imfomercials G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers B;White Castle belly burners G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web- always, and rightfully rated number one B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!) G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game shows G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape) G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your pool G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8 days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal) G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the house!!) G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6 months ago, and now home to strange new species G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion) G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes G;M&Ms B;BBs G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools G;Cleavage B;Seepage G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!) G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy Enough for now folks. Have a painless day!
M&M's and Milky Way, Snickers and Dove, Reeses and Crunch. What do they have in common? They have something very important to me, they have chocolate. Sweet and luscious, rich and delicious. An excessive amount of sugar. This is my chocolate. I eat it everyday. I can't live without it. My mouth demands more and more. My teeth sing with joy, they love being covered in chocolate. I delight in the feeling, of the chocolate melting on my tongue. I swallow it, and my throat is in heaven. My chocolate makes me happy. White, dark, or milk chocolate, orange or strawberry flavored, filled with caramel or peanut butter, nuts or almonds, creamy or crunchy, it's very mouthwatering. It feels soft and hard when cold, sticky when melted by the sun. It has a fascinating smell. I know my chocolate very well. Saliva escapes from my mouth, dreaming of my chocolate, my beautiful chocolate. Day and night, I always dream, that unique taste, that is made with love and lots of affection. I'm addicted to chocolate. I'll die without my chocolate. During the days when I'm sad, tears fall from my eyes, I feel lonely and deserted, I eat chocolate. And like magic, as soon as my nose gets a whiff of that distinct smell, that gratifying scent, I feel better. Again I have a smile on my face. My chocolate is my anti-depressant. My chocolate talks to me, it asks me to eat it, to enjoy it a lot. When eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It keeps me in a trance. I have to eat chocolate, I must consume it. My chocolate is like your oxygen, I need it. My chocolate is my happiness.
I have many qualities and talents that make me popular and likeable for my kindness, and unpretentious gallantry; ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry! I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause; honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors... do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden? A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine! I have traveled down rough and dark roads, grabbing the attention of bad-wishers, who handed me gooseberries, not gorse; it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns! I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies, who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones, they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me; but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel? My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty, I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks... to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers; and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily! O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living, saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing; and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude! I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens, that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need; pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal; I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Honey crystals pressed Lightly on my lips, kissing Your sugar pockets Dedicated to Aunt Mary
it don't go to waste i love the taste and this is no lie i love APPLE PIE
Sometimes I wonder what things I'll do in life Will I have a wife, a soul mate, a life-long friend, a companion till the end? Will I be left on my own, by myself to fend? Send me to a place where your looks don't matter To a place where you can be skinnier or fatter To a place where your confidence and self esteem wont shatter A place where you won't be judged if you eat a full platter I wish my emotions were an optional choice To be able to drop them, escape the insulting voice I wish I was a toddler, back when all that mattered was toys Where it didn't make a difference if you liked girls or boys People's words are like an army, waiting to be deployed And when they deport, your feelings are destroyed You're on your own left thinking if there is anyone on your side But you don't go and search, you feel the need to hide They have created a monster, it's now living inside It's tearing down your courage, and eating your pride You find yourself asking if your parents have lied. Telling you all these years, you're perfect in every way shape and size Even now when you hear that, a part of you dies Because it's not what you believe, according to statistics You've been judged throughout life, on your appearance and characteristics Facing the world's most blunt and cold hearted critics It's inevitable to judge, but don't be so quick to attack You don't know that person, and that's just a fact. The one you made fun of, lost everything, house burned down, he didn't have time to pack His father had left when he was young; his mother was addicted to crack What we all take for granted, is what this boy lacked. All I'm asking, is to think before you speak Even though you don't know it, it's making the person weak Just focus on yourself, seek what you want from life Don't be the person who's the reason, on their wrist, lays a knife.
its that time read the sign thats say soup with noodle toots love the smoking stuff i love chestnut so mean love boil potatoes and cook tomatoes all this is and more so cool COLD WEATHER FOOD
A view of hopeful help me A vision aimed at Heart Staring through dazed glaze A pleading message Separated by not noticed flatscreen An artificial touch With meaningful message Over an unseen line Distinguished by have and have not Such a short journey Between full heart and stomach A measurable distance from Caring to doing Knowing and helping Difference and indifference We see the point That makes the vision clear Crossing an invisible But so apparent line With extended hands To touch and embrace the need A beginning to problem solved Through selfless effort And action For love is when FillUs FillsUs
I was chosen before my time. Listen very close this is not just a rhyme. My life was known before I was born yet, Time had to come around the horn. Now I am here with a job to do, Part of my job is to watch over you. Yes I am a keeper and I must be kept, For another brother's died while I have slept. The poison metal pipes are going around, Flowing in, flowing out and all around town. Earning a day's wages and still in need, Then the poison metal pipes help kill a seed. We've been accused for doing most of the wrong, And if we're not careful, we'll believe all the long. In the midst of it all, others round about me fall, STILL, I am destined to answer my call. My call is from above to both young and old, So what I am telling you, I am only being told. By one most know of, and they may know OF Him well, But its not enough to know of, THAT'S THE REASON WHY OTHERS FELL!!! You see I owe you as a brother, and I owe Him as a Father So I am here for Him, and there's really no bother. I will do what I've been destined to, this I know is right. During the morning, during the evening, and into the night. I've been called, picked out, with a mission ahead. And if you don't take heed, you may wind up dead. You see, dead is being more than without a beat, It is also being held under another's feet. Not thinking for yourself, influenced by the WRONG others, Persuaded by some BOYS, and then, becoming mothers. Not following the wisdom of our parents from old, Not wanting to take heed to what we are told. We are leaders by nature and We can't help this, Still the way some of us are leading, Others will never reach this bliss. You can not be a leader less you have someone to follow, But whom can you lead, the strong or the hollow. We do not have long in this earthly place, Yet its not about the color, the gender or the race. Its about being a soldier and the chain of command, The torch has now been put into my own hands. You see they're many torches, all in the hands of the same, Strong minds, strong willed with the backup of "THE NAME" The end is soon to come so I must go now, But you have already been chosen for right here and now. You are the next leaders, I would give it some thought, Because you have not only been "CHOSEN", but; You've also been BOUGHT !!!
I'm dark brown in color, and sometimes white, I'm terribly desireable, and very well liked, By those who love me, they crave me too, If only you knew me, you'd feel that way too. I'm enjoyed by both men, and women alike, But in me is where women, find their true delight. Have you guessed who I am? Do you at least have a clue? Shall I talk a bit further? Yes, let me do that for you. Now I'm not all that good, I'm sometimes bad, To the very one's who love me, I deliberately make sad. To over indulge may bring strife, I can bring true havick, into your life. I stand alone, and take all the blame, Do you know me now? Have you guessed my name? If you don't know me by now, and still can't guess, It's time to put your mind to rest. I Am C H O C O L A T E !
this is how it be i love the see love fish and other sea dish all is cool i love myself some SEA FOOD
So yummy I could just eat you up Not funny Had enough Bittersweet Such dummies Eat too much Tastebuds change Now honey Wish I had Ate you up
His love so divine I'm glad he is mine Always so loving and caring When he is in your life it has meaning He gives me faith to never be blind When I call his name he is always on time His love is so merciful And his blessings are plentiful To the world Jesus is the light To praise and glorify Him my pen takes flight Thousands of stories are told of Him His blood rids us of sin I think of my Lord night and day With folded hands and bent knees to Jesus I pray He teaches, he loves, he inspire, he brings wealth, he saves, and heals My Jesus is so real The King of Kings is so incredible He is just irresistible! Deuteronomy 6:5 Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. Psalm 89:1-2 I will sing of the LORD'S great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations. I declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.
love has taken all you lose all that you have gained food is your best friend
The Cycle will always reset Undergoing that what is foretold Is up to every human to behold The will's of (wo)man will beget So all of these lives have been done before Go through all are we these metaphoric changes Initiating with forgiveness everything rearranges Multiplying cells always starts at the core All of you just wanting to know more He says, all you ask then to receive Want to live a new life then believe What else better have you to explore?
Learning that it is never to late We all start to feel its demand These messengers begin to equate Holy Spirit is at our command All across the world we shall stand As human beings we can all relate All human consciousness shall expand Allowing the Almighty's will to dictate
I'm underrated and I'm outdated a little scarred but not disbarred just living my life along with my wife we're two of a kind never hard to find trying to live in peace without loosing our lease we're just two crazy kids who grew up from the skids we're causing no harm come share with our charm come enjoy a brand new taste eating here never a waste
The striking actress Vivien Leigh played the role of Scarlett in, "Gone With The Wind". The Southern belle fell in love with Rhett, who had a set of charming blue eyes that captured her heart burning with passion and love: like her red dress! In the heart-wrenching scene on a barren hill, over-looking the luxurious mansion, we see furious Scarlett vowing herself to never go angry again and not to live in poverty; and we hear her loud voice thundering amid cannons' blasts, as she pleads her promise with vengeance staring at the orange-colored sunset! And from that war, which brought much destruction to the South, a great nation rose!
Gorgeous day! Wrapped with warm weather, quietude in surroundings early this morning; roads are clear; driving isn't a problem at all, there's no rush and one freely takes his time. Invitations from friends and other relations a cookout in the yard or dining in a restaurant; a common tradition to American people, a wonderful experience, a day to remember. Our major print, news and TV networks, show varied events, places, and peoples; with distinctive features of the celebration that trace back history and meaning to recall. As singularly punctuated with solemnity those veterans in the army and other dignitaries, along with the president of this beautiful country, America: the land of free, unity and diversity. Names engraved in the annals of history are those heroes who served in this country, they offered their lives for love and loyalty, indisputably, heroic giants of the century. Across the years, memories of the past continue to serve as a treasure trove, a wellspring of thought and inspiration; indeed, a living legacy worthy of imitation. Kudos and more power to these people though they're all gone into the silent land their spirit, mem'ry and legacy to everyone unites the whole nation for love and remembrance.
I have two pets-a dog and a cat, One is thin, the other is fat, Can you guess which on is that, That's right--that darn cat is Very fat. She drinks milk whenever she can, The vet says,"NO!", but he's only a man, She pays no attention whatever to him, She IS picky though, she won't drink skim. Now Mr. dog--he's slim and trim, He runs and plays with vigor and vim, He sticks up his nose at milk and all that, He doesn't want to be a Fat cat! I love them both-thin or fat, Even though, at times, they drive me bats, I thank God that they are around, For they make me feel alive with all those sounds. MEOW! BOW-WOW! MEOW! BOW-WOW! Don't they sound adorable?LOL
The setting Green grass on sunny day The area by the lake Trees surrounding from all view For there my love, to take The props Blanket meticulously placed Basket filled with fare Wine with two glasses Brie and camembert Crackers and some caviar Strawberries, just so red Radio to set the mood We will be well fed The story She and I walked hand in hand With sun upon our way Smiling in the gentle breeze Planning for our day With feet to take us walking Our hearts had guided the way We then laid down our blanket With thoughts to eat and play Sprayed out, the food before us With intentions there to eat The tastiest of the tastiest A veritable lover's treat I fed her, oh, seductively As music played along I sang for her, the words I knew From one of her favorite songs We toasted us, we sipped away We kissed…the time was right We cast aside the food we brought Made love in broad daylight The Ending Yet, I am a gentleman So now to you I say I can give no more details Of our picnic this day
i love the taste it don't go to waste its a chill pill by it self a wind meal it a real deal i love it indeed GRILL CHEESE
Sweet aromatic scents escaping the entrance to the kitchen As the warmth of the fireplace seeks out us all The sounds of games and cheers coming from the TV room With just an attitude of love and kindness spread throughout It is a loving time of year as autumn brings with it seasonal joy Families and friends come across miles to share food, give thanks We embrace the season with smiles and prayers for a happy year end As we look forward to winter and the holidays of love it too brings
for all your confusion, your forgetfulness your awkward questions and masterful responses your visits cut short coversations drawn out your uncertainty your innocence your unthoughtful splurges and quiet apologies for all your pauses and drawn breaths throughout your day for every song you play i love you more than i can find the guts to say
love the part its the turkey heart i love with tomatoes mash potatoes its think giving treat easy on your teeth the WHITE FOOD MEAT
Take no thought for your life, What you shall eat or what you shall drink. Is not your life more than that of meat? Behold, the birds of the air Are fed by God our Heavenly Father. So, neither do they gather, sow nor reap. Now aren't we much better than they? Take no though for your body, What you shall put on or be your measure. Is not your body more than stature and clothes? Consider the lilies of the field; They toil no, neither do they spin. Yet, God arrays them and the flower grows. How much more shall He provide for us of the faith? Take no thought for tomorrow And all the things that the world seeks after. Does not your Heavenly Father know your need? So seek first God's kingdom and His righteousness, And all these things shall be added to you That you beg not, neither be forsaken nor your seed. How much more then should we patiently wait? Take no thought and be anxious for nothing; Tomorrow will worry for things of its own. Does not each day already have enough trouble? So in everythng by prayer and supplication With thanksgiving make your requests known to God Each day that you and Peace be as a couple. Now isn't today that tomorrow you feared yesterday?
they love dandy candy they love to shop and stack a lot at a picture show love to eat slow tho the bag might be torn the like pop corn other things on the rack the KIDS STACKS
You have been touched by God's Grace, and all your sins erased, now your heart within is pure. You have been touched by God's Grace, and your soul has been redeemed, now his love lives within. You have been touched by God's Grace, and live each day to him, a true friend HE is to you. You have been touched by God's Grace, and now your hearts desires evolve around him, leaving him not out. You have been touched by God's Grace, and it is a blessing to see how you touch the lives of others with Jesus' love. (c) March 23, 2006 Rosemarie Schrock
Chocolate Covered Cherries are a favorite treat He loves to nibble and munch on them until his stomach is complete Even though they have lots of sugar and are not healthy at all Daddy can't eat only one; they are just too good to stall Even when he cannot stall and wants to eat every one He will always be nice enough to give his family some Chocolate Covered Cherries are a favorite treat If Daddy didn't get them, Christmas wouldn't be complete The joy of Christmas is making people feel very merry With simple things like giving Daddy a Chocolate Covered Cherry
The bright Summer sky Of Myconos With little cold Wind From nearby Bluish green sea Breezes Wrinkled cheeks As she sit Down On a field Of olive groves And Paintbrushes The flamboyant Peacock Gracefully Waltzing Toward her His manly steps Crunching Over the surface Of dried tares Golden While Clear clouds Slowly sway Giving way To her Pink scented lips To be kissed By sunlight Busy Caressing The watermelon Juicy As she waits For the love Of her Man
leaving space between you and what was then. it's clear, nothing makes since. If only...if only... Breaking what's already been broken. finally knowing that my heart is what you've been staying for too long. and with each cut and stab and bleed of my heart, I feel your smile. Not knowing that today is yesterdays lie. All because of nothing. Empty silence between you and guilt because, you can't face the fact that I'm dead in your eyes. You can't fix what was then now I'm over. Left with nothing, but an empty love. The only thing I'm living for is giving up. Watching time as I pass it by and losing life at the same time. Oh, what a world this would be , if I was with you and you were with me.I LOVE CHICKEN!!!!!!!
i have for you. Awaiteing restlessness. A lifeless word crashing. Life is now left bleeding. Love shredded by emontional. Hung without exstence Found where passion is. This hart stripped of empitiness. A painful dream with in. Is my life. MY writeing is my fate. I just gess im to late.
Hey! Ain't it grand this time of The year.. The leaves of autumn is so Beautiful, This time of season.. The leaves are, Burnt red Orange & yellow Brown & and a bit of Fading green.. The leaves are, Falling, Falling, Falling, All in this time of the Season.. I wish I could capture all Of nature beauty.. And canned it in a jar.. Turkey and its stuffing & The trimming... Pumpkin pie, Fills the air with the Thanksgiving aroma.. Grape kool-aid is my favorite Drink. Laugh.. Sitting in the center of my Dinner table.. I love the season Changes.. I love the fiesta colors And the frost little nip In the early mornings.. Um um um Ah, how I love this time Of season.. So beautiful with grandeur.. HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL!
I hear everyday, about the hungry, and scared, how not enough money is available for their care. The children, and elderly, doing without, tell me, what this is about. Our land is so rich, and many have much, then why, oh why, are we hearing such. Programs are needed in each city, and state, designed to help them, in any way. When you're not hungry, and you're not old, it's hard to imagine, how could you know.
They appeared in the aisle before me I could not look away, mesmerized by the shrouds of sparkling silver that restrained them Without saying a word they called my name, in ecstasy I soared; I was being pursued and could not resist they were gods, I was certain after the first, so I agreed to the second and liked it, turning back was no longer possible I acquiesced—to the desire of the third thirty minutes of heavenly bliss, then they left me with only memories and a feeling on my tongue like whipped velvet I now count the minutes until my next encounter with a Three Musketeers bar
A smile on a plate Is worth more on your face While descending stairs, You carried your emotions on a platter To be delivered in the arch of my bedroom door And scented sweets filled the room As you left me to hold Your smile on a plate
Breakfasts of strawberry pancakes Hot and made with love, A regular childhood occurrence In kitchen where odors of love and comfort Soothed the hurt the bully left And made one feel stronger. One pulls courage from comfort food Strength from those who care, For the bully is actually a coward Who preens and acts the bantam.
I lie there sun baking down upon my back Sizzling my skin prickled with the heat slowly scorches. To cool it I move a little to the right. A tree shaded area just cool enough in which to laze the afternoon away. Half dazed I lay there, my thoughts begin to wander back over previous days. Days where my boyfriend would woo me, off to the pictures or night spots… always something to do, somewhere to go. Him leading me, showing me off like a prized possession. I wander is that all I am? A possession? Daisies, I love these cute little flowers, perfect for picking and playing…. He loves me, he loves me not… ....He loves me! Satisfied for now, beaming like a Cheshire cat; I close my eyes , let imagination take me far away and doze waiting for his return with ice-lolly dripping, melting; as I do with my love…
When I think about the holidays, It's that feeling of ch Waiting for Santa to come in his sleigh, The smell of candy canes and pine. It's almost a high. Oh, and don't forget the pie! Food, songs, blessings, and toasts, Time with family, extended and close. No present can be bought That can take the place of the love. From Thanksgiving to New Years Our homes get colder. Family is great to have near To make it feel warmer. Ribbons and bows are pretty, And presents are great to give, But it's the love of others That makes them so special
Hershey's Kisses chocolate love by msv On July 26 close your eyes open your mouth dream of a sugar play were little chocolate dreams dance away its on the tips of your fingers on its way to your tongue cream Bliss for every more chocolate for everyone-
Roots and fruits , being the staple of earth Succulent varieties , distribute at birth Bounteous cornucopia , gratitude pleasing Source of life............. substantial meaning , Root of our foundation , fitting self fruitation We bear the fruit of what we root..........
Sweet, fluffy colors Weightless, twisted 'round a stick Puffed up in a bag
Dear Mr. President Christmas is upon us, and I am busy planning for the celebration of the birth of Christ. This year our family will not have a tree, for I have been laid off from my job. They told me, they found someone else that would do it for half the money, that they have been paying me. Also, my health insurance is worthless now, my family can't get any assistance we need, but we are still grateful to be able to say, we live in the USA. I know for sure we will be getting a turkey from one of the many churches in our area, they never forget the less fortunate. This is the reason for my letter, my family, and I, would love for you, (and anyone else, that would like to attend), to join us, as we celebrate the birth of our Lord, and Savior. Dress casual, and remember, In God We Trust.
Sometimes I feel imprisoned by food Sometimes it's the only thing that soothes When I'm in an intolerable mood I hate the snacks I sneak at night Some how I know that it's not right Sometimes I'm not even hungry It's just by habit because I'm feeling lonely There is no one to scold me I'm not even fat But when there is no one to hold me and the calories digest I can't help hating myself
Why do you waste your time? Time wastage is also a crime, Understand your time is life, Recycle yourself as a lime. Energy can regenerate your aim, You can recover your needs flame, Nobody can feed for nothing, Your idealness is a shame. You can fly in an open space, You can run to win a race, You can travel where do you like? If you have idea you can trace. Famous person has a name, Only activeness is his game, You can play if you are wise, Occupation has no shame.
My hubby likes chicken dumplins I like my cheddar cheese Thank God I married someone like him Who is not very hard to please He sure likes his colas and sodas I like my water and tea It really doesn't matter to him Just so he still has me He is not, but heavens knows I am the picky eater. The ice cream's not cold, the soups not hot And the tea needs to be even sweeter. Thank God my hubby likes his dumplins And also my cheddar cheese He's not very hard to cook for He's very easy to please.
The smell, so rich from my bed. The aroma clears my head. Up I come, down the stairs, feet heavy, first thing. In the kitchen, I sense the liquid gold, tempting me awake. Into the cupboard, I grope with eyes full of sleep. Alas, my favorite one I do keep. Slowly, I pour, savoring the seductive scent. Cooling breeze I gently sigh. Just a sip I must steal. Far too soon, my tongue reveals. Impatiently, I wait. Finally, the luscious elixir crosses my lips, into my mouth, fully awake. The morning thirst I do slake.
(This is a fictional poem) A couple of weeks ago my exgirlfriend had her stomach pumped. I accidentally served her some bad oysters and I got dumped. I didn't know the food had gone bad, I was only trying to serve her a meal. She wanted nothing else to do with me after she got ill. I still say that dumping me was superficial of her. If I live to be a hundred, I'll still love her. If she truly loved me, she would've been able to forgive. Now I'm doomed to be in misery for as long as I live.
i live through the moments in seconds passing me by in hopes that you will notice me but nothing.... feeling like a child in a candy store awaiting a glorious sweetness with all the hopes that if I am patient and a good little girl i will be rewarded by your promise of cinneman hearts but nothing ever comes of this wishful thinking naiive feeling your scorn like licorice whips salivating i grasp for your Red Lips and you do nothing those chocolate eyes do watch me and i beg for something more other than the promises they fill up the jelly bean jar too many to guess in your game cotton candy fluff with no substance sugary tripe i wonder if you will ever know the bubble gum has become too exhuasting to blow
There are no messages, There are always messages. Look around you, What do you see? A blue bird, Singing in a tree. So happy, as happy, As he can be. He struggles each day, To find food for himself, No time to play, No cans on the shelf. How can he be so happy, With the struggles of life? He jumps around sprightly, Looking for a wife. His song is so beautiful, Though there are no words. As if his food were plentiful, His song is for other birds. Springtime is coming, I'm sure he is saying. Enough of this winter, Time to start playing. So when there is no message, Look around to find, A bluebird singing, Maybe in the pine. Talking with you this morning, Inspired this little poem, No more time for mourning, Lets go beat the drum. Let everyone know you're happy, Let everyone see you smile. Let everyone know you're ready, To go that extra mile. Bluebird singing, His happy song, I am sure he is saying, It's here where you belong.
I walk these lonely roads, where I live here on earth. I can see the precious moments ride the waves of the wind. I see the changing times and I lose loved ones and friends. I wonder how long till my Lord will come? Will another pass on without His loving grace? I think of being with my Lord ( these- earthly times mean nothing- to me ). I know my Lord is above this creation called time. I know it will not last. I think of the place where times is no more, where Jesus I know I shall see and in His loving arms will be!
My body loves me And I love it We're working hard To keep us fit We try to eat right And excersize Hoping a healty body Will be the prize I love my body And it loves me But sometimes We do disagree My body says "Forget this dieting" I say, "No, we gotta keep fighting" As bodies go You aren't so bad Right now you're the best I've ever had But body dear I must confess I'd love you more If you were less
I have laid the blanket, wrinkle free, with a basket prepared for two. An afternoon sun casting shadows helps to set the scene, complete. She arrives. We sit. We talk. We dream and exchange a kiss, but stop. Slowly! We have the day! Gazing upon her beauty I see nothing else. She, she refuses to turn away. Amazement! Because of my romance she gazes back and sees nothing else. I wish to feed her appetite and desires. I pull the cork from a bottle and pour two glasses of the nectar of love. She sips, with sultry lips, divine, she swallows. It is time to eat. I reach into the basket and take the berries to feed her. Her mouth opens and eyes close in anticipation, but it must end. Those damn ants!
The spoon positioned Upside down on my palate... Tasting and grinding
I love pancakes with syrup because it's so sweet. It truly is a delicious thing for people to eat. Mrs.Butterworth's is my favorite syrup but I like Karo too. Get yourself an order of pancakes, it will satisfy you.
A pear just falls from no where, Its swept by the sea and floats in the air Its soft delicate a sweet, An apple, a peach and a pair, Which one would you like to meet? The juice of love, taste it in your palm, All is now calm Sweetens the whole land A pair rolling in the sand A pear can feed you and your soul A pear can fill an empty hole, Kindness and every need it can suit A pear is not just a fruit This is a pair you wouldn't dare A dreamlike state Take it out of the cage and don't wait!