Painting is sometimes like those recipes where you do all manner of elaborate things to a duck, and then end up putting it on one side and only using the skin.
quote by Lucian Freud
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My shoes and my duck
My shoes and I are quite good friends you see
Often they have chats with me
They tell me things doesn’t matter when
Day or night
They ask me please to lace right
Tell me how to wear them right
I have many pair but only one do I love
They are blue and white
Just like the morning and its dove
That flies around with all their might
My shoes fight in my closet in the black of night
Over which one I will ware on my bike
But I can never forget my duck
To which I can always turn to trust
My friend that is always there
Telling me no lies
And awaiting my return home
From my eight hour chore
My duck can’t swim
my duck can’t quake
My duck just sinks
with a rock on his back
My duck can’t cry
my duck can’t sing
my duck just cant do anything
My ducks no duck and I know why
my duck is stuffed
my duck can’t fly...
I love my duck
Can’t you see why
So in the end
I wouldn’t trade my shoes for any red bull
Or my duck for any frog
Even though one might give me wings
Or one might make noise now and again
I love my blue shoes and my stuffed duck
P.S. the Saint helped me write parts of this, so I owe him a thank you, and just so you all know not all mine.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Duck
It is a white duck
During the rains a band of ducks afloat
against the cloud laden skies
only remind of the duck
The duck that wings unseen in the morning
and in the night
carrying the sunbeams and moonbeams
in its roseate beaks
The duck that lives on light
The duck that is the mount of Knowledge and Wisdom
Knowledge and wisdom always fights with one another
But when they ride the duck
they hold each other with loving arms
Or else they might fall from the shoulders of the duck
and break into pieces
In that case no one will be able to bring the pieces together
Alas! Alas!
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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That being said, I often write into recipes techniques I learned in the restaurant kitchen. There are ways of organizing your prep and so on that are immensely useful. Those are woven into all the recipes I do.
quote by Sally Schneider
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If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must be a duck.
If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck.
When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.
quote by James Whitcomb Riley
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I Want A New Duck
Woh oh
I want a new duck
One that wont try to bite
One that wont chew a hole in my socks
One that wont quack all night
I want a new duck
One with big webbed feet
One that knows how to wash my car
And keep his room real neat
One that wont raid the ice box
One thatll stay in shape
One thats never gonna try to migrate or escape
Or Ill tie him up with duck tape
I want a new duck
A mallard I think
One that wont make a mess of my house
Or build a nest in the bathroom sink
I want a new duck
One that wont steal my beer
One that wont stick his bill in my mail
One that knows the duck stops here
One that wont drive me crazy waddling all around
One wholl teach me how to swim and help me not to drown
And show me how to get down
How to get down baby
Get it?
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I want a new duck
Not a swan or a goose
Just a drake I can dress real cute
Think Im gonna name him bruce
I want a new duck
Not a quail or an owl
One that wont molt to much
One that wont smell too fowl
One that wont beg for breadcrumbs
Hangin around all day
Hed better mind his manners
Better do just what I say
Or hes gonna be duck patte, duck patte, yah, yah
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(lots of quacking sounds)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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But when I worked on a painting I would do it from a drawing but I would put certain things I was fairly sure I wanted in the painting, and then collage on the painting with printed dots or painted paper or something before I really committed it.
quote by Roy Lichtenstein
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There’s a big painting
There’s a big painting of a girl
with a light pink skin
that lies on a white skin cloak
in front of a dark pool,
where snow white water lilies drifts
and I can see into her soul.
I have felt like taking the fan
next to her
and to wave her cool
yet she looks fragile
and self-possessed and calm,
where she lies with her peach pink dress
looking at me
and I wonder for whom she is waiting
and why the door behind her
of which the steps goes into the pool
are always locked?
[Reference: Painting of a girl at a pool by Mandi. See the painting at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1412_There_is_a_b ig_painting.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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There are three reasons why this book came into being. First, throughout the 33 years I've been writing recipes - although I'm not vegetarian myself - I have greatly enjoyed creating vegetarian recipes, and cooking and serving them at home.
quote by Delia Smith
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Top 500 Recipes
Out of all of the recipes listed,
I may have heard of a couple of them.
The rest?
I've never heard any of them mentioned before,
In my entire life.
Why is that? And none represent what I like.
'This is 'my' top 500 recipes.
If you want your own on a list,
Create it to do as you wish to interpret.
Otherwise,
Sample a taste of my offerings...
Or ignore them.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unpacking Mother's Things
Her wedding picture’s with the recipes
for meatloaf. Months before Mother died
she saved this lock, but kept unmatching keys.
This purse holds rings and tokens. Like a tease,
a box within a box, tucked safe inside,
her wedding picture’s with the recipes.
She loved to cook. Now, here’s a bunch of peas,
some lentils and a sprig of parsley, dried.
She saved this lock, but kept unmatching keys
all sorted by some system based on threes,
perhaps, or color. Logic is defied:
her wedding picture’s with the recipes
and here’s a broken comb and two dead bees,
a postcard of a mule with boy astride.
She saved this lock, but kept unmatching keys
while autumn headed for its first hard freeze
and she put mind and memory aside.
Her wedding picture’s with the recipes
she saved and locked, and kept unmatching keys.
poem by Taylor Graham
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The Duck and the Kangaroo
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack',
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea;
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.
Said the Duck, 'As I sat on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!'
Said the Kangaroo, 'I'm ready!
'All in the moonlight pale;
'But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
'And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy - O who,
As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
poem by Edward Lear
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Right Where It Belongs
See the animal in his cage that you built,
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Are you sure whats natural
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Na'now don't look too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
Are you sure what side of the glass you're on
See the safety of the life you have built,
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
See the hollowness inside of your home
And it's all...right where it belongs
And it's all... Right Where it belongs
What if everything around you,
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
Isn't quite as it seems
What if all the world you think you know,
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
What if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
What if all the worlds inside of your head
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
Just creations of your own
And you really oughta know
The devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you're really all alone
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You can live in this illusion
You keep looking but you can't find the words,
You can't choose to believe
Are you hiding in the trees?
You keep looking but you can't find the words
Now you're hiding in your dreams
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if everything around you
What if all the world you used to know,
Isn't quite as it seems
Is an elaborate dream?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream.
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
An' If you look at your reflection
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Is that all you want to be
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
what if you could look right through the cracks
would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Painting The Walls
painting the walls,
rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains....
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing....
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed...
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living....
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain....
the testimony of each feeling....
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order! Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control.
quote by Denis Diderot
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Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control.
quote by Denis Diderot
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Watch out for the fellow who talks about putting things in order Putting things in order always means getting other people under your control.
quote by Barbara De Angelis
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Without You By My Side
I lie so tired in my bed
And moon shows herself to the door
And I shut my eyes.
I pray to god, wont you tell me please,
Whats a girl like me doing
Lying here without you by my side?
Lying here without you by my side
Lying here without you by my side
The room fills with moonlight and memories of old times,
But dont worry about me, Im just fine most of the time.
The hardest part is late night, when Im home all alone,
And the house is so still nothing better to do than think about you.
Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
How quick my heart wants to believe, Ill never be lonely again.
Its those little things I never thought about much, that I miss most in the
End.
Like those sweet red-wine kisses, and the candlelight,
And the poetry, but mainly, its just the warmth of your skin,
And having you by my side,
Im lying here without you by my side
Theres this weight in my heart, its so heavy, so sad,
It felt like a wave that any moment comes crashing down,
And maybe my sorrow will drown tomorrow
When Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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Duck at Haldon Ponds
At evening watches the duck
slow feeding the waterline.
Praises the duck. Such a fine
white miracle breasting the mayfly.
Green of her tail feathers,
space of her neck doubled in water
paddles off with my mind.
Ducks I have known.
Old duck mates of mine
inspecting the meeting of air and liquid.
Make no mistake, duck.
I´d like to eat you well cooked
one bell-battered Sunday in April.
And I´d wear your gorgeous feathers in my hat,
make a soup of the bones
and give your leftovers to the cat.