The Responsibility Assigned To The Chef
When people have shown,
A clear interest in presentation.
Instead of representation!
It is a waste of one's time,
To conduct prolonged discussions...
With a guided tour,
About the advantages...
Of not only knowing where the kitchen is,
But also the importance...
Of how a stove is used and its performance,
In the preparation of getting their meals cooked,
To serve.
And the responsibility assigned to the chef.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My grandfather was a chef for a Baron in Sicily before he came to America. I grew up with him. I used to do my homework at one end of the kitchen table while he cooked at the other end.
quote by Vincent Schiavelli
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Home-Cooked Meal
Most poets will lie to you at some point
they serve up side dishes of lyrical fibs
so rarely do they serve home-cooked meals
of poetry that sticks to your ribs
forgive my honesty
but when it comes to soul food scripture one on one
I take the cake
from under the baker's thumb
most straddle the fence
and avoid their own heart
but trying to convince you to feel every word
and open up old scars
the kitchen seems a little hot for their liking
so, fast is the food of choice
but preservatives eventually wear away
and all that remains is the voice
the meal
the rage
don't let your pen fall asleep
on the page.
poem by Harlequin Rose
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Returning food
(This is a fictional poem)
You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied.
If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside.
You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef.
My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths.
You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny.
I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny.
You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner.
You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner.
I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return.
I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.
poem by Randy Johnson
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He Prefers Pears
Apples may be the fruit of choice.
But the chef says he prefers pears in his kitchen.
'Are you ready to order?
Or would you rather find a more suitable view?
The chef wouldn't mind at all!
Afterall...
How did you know we were here?
Someone made to you
Our menu clear!
If not by taste...
Certainly by a choice that was voiced?
Quality here is our adventure.
With a hint of heat to leave you moist! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bad Day, That Is What It Is
there is no gas for the stove
and the fish is half-cooked
the rice smells like rotten worms
and the kitchen looks like
a garage full of junk
she is still praying
and you wonder if breakfast still exists
you pack your things
and move out trying to spell out
other women's names
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cook Of The House
Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause Im the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
The salads in the bowl,
The rice is on the stove.
Green beans in the colander and where the res is heaven only knows.
Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
No, matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best.
cause Im the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.
Where the rest is heaven only knows.
Matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause Im the cook of the house.
Cook of the house,
Cook of the house,
Im the cook of the house.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Replayed In a Staleness Saved
Those remembering yesterday who said it is never too late...
Are those today who say how fast time has passed.
With wishes they had not sat to watch it,
Leave them and their procrastinations...
Rush by them without hesitation.
To age in dated excuses,
Replayed in a staleness saved!
For purposes to conduct discussions,
About the good old days!
With applied embellishments,
And exaggerated activities...
Just to induce another round of delusions,
That heightens with brightness one's self importance.
Detailing daily fresh versions of changed facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Dish (cuisine) that talks
I am a dish that talks
and usually i want the chef
to do his stuff my way
wishing this, wishing that
hoping to be the next best dish
to top the restaurant list
as the chef sprinkles
his spices and salt onto me
i diffident would complain of
the excesses, the overindulgent
use of veggies and mutton
or mollusks, mustard
vinegar and pepper
and even the overheating,
charbroiled, stir fried
steam cooked or stewed
i want it my way giving
little regard to the chef's expertise
for fear of becoming an
offensive blandness on
the tongues of the masters
over enthusiastic over
what would turn out of me
only when my fragrance
spreads over the table
to trigger that salivating
nerves in mouths that
the buddha himself would
jump over the wall to
have me in his belly that
i realise the chef is correct
he is cooking me and he knows
how best i should be served
that exquisiteness that could only
result from an original recipe
the chef himself knows best
how he should turn out his creation
i take the opportunity to ask him
what he finds most in the way
as he tries to realise his dream of me
and he says 'Your load of bland ego
with the toughness of a three year old chicken.'
'It takes such a long time to just
boil them down to edible portions.'
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Just To Keep The Critics Cranky
Why wont you let us see,
What is going on backstage?
'And let you witness what it takes,
To get this magic produced?
Are you kidding?
No way.
Any chef would say...
If I showed you what I do,
You'd try it and raise the price.
And I just want to leave you with just a taste.
Knowing that when you've become addicted,
You will come back...
To stand in line to nibble anything I present.
I am not trying to give away my stuff.
Do you know how long it took me,
To get you to even be interested?
Mesmerizing is an ability,
That requires time to deliver.
I have to keep masqueraded,
Just to keep the critics cranky.
But...
At my disposal.
Me...
Be,
No fool.
Not in preparation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Computerized For Presentation
When consistency is missed
And is not part of common sense
Nor logic
It becomes more difficult to prove,
Credibility is used in actual performance
Especially when those looking for it
To experience its working effects
And the benefits of it displayed
Are shown pictures depicting
Idealistic aspects
That have been graphically retouched
And computerized for presentation
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn't at all clear in the beginning.
quote by Gordon Moore
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They Could Not Wait To Leap To Their Feet
There is one unmistakable thing,
That being unprepared does.
It almost guarantees,
There will be a delivery of embarrassment.
Of the most unusual kind.
Especially when people,
Have been exhausted out of their minds.
When one is not ready for a presentation,
But volunteers to represent...
As the moderator of an upcoming event.
And has been given the time,
With a list of topics from which to pick.
And to initiate a discussion...
With a knowledged of the topic one has selected.
This can certainly be avoided.
And yet,
There still will be those...
Unaccustomed to appear as if they represent idiots,
Imbeciles and/or fools out of touch.
Without giving a hint,
Of knowing anything that makes sense.
But will ramble on as if raised eyebrows add,
An approval...
From those interrupting with a standing ovation.
With a desire not to hear what's going on prolonged.
'I can not believe I had them THAT mesmerized.'
~Oh you had them!
As you see,
They could not wait to leap to their feet.
With a rushing done toward the exits.
I think they thought your speech was overwhelming.~
'Wow!
And no one stayed to ask questions.
I am impressed.'
~Me too.
I have never seen a room clear so quickly.
You have a way with words that motivates immediate response.~
'I can not wait to do this again.'
~No need to rush.
Savor the moment.
And let what has taken place 'really' sink in.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only after awhile. After it came out and people began to engage in discussions about the social reflections of the film that I realized it had an importance I hadn't thought of.
quote by Rod Steiger
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A Lesson of Life (Thanksgiving)
(dedicated to Ms. Elī na Garanč a, a great mezzo-soprano)
This autumn is so relief
I hope it is a purely day
I have spiritual sense
Inside my very heart
I would like to attend
The ceremony or travel
Long distances with my family
I hope we have a large dinner too
We are as a family
Gather together
Yes, it’s the time
To a family reunion
I invite my all family, all friends
We are happily cooking together
We are happily eating together
We are happily talking together
Sweet potatoes
Pumpkin pie
Cranberries
A turkey
When crops are gathered
We are all thank God
We would also celebrate
National Unity, the harvest
I share what I have
With those who don’t have
I provide free meals
For the poor, old people, homeless
I prepare meals for them
I serve meals for them
I give meals for them
I sing Prayer of Thanksgiving with them
(inspired by Thanksgiving Celebration)
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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The End Of The Tour
Theres a girl with a crown and a scepter
Whos on wlsd
And she says that the scene isnt what its been
And shes thinking of going home
That its old and its totally over now
And its old and its over, its over now
And its over, its over, its over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on interstate 91
I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
And were never gonna tour again
No, were never gonna tour again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing
The BENEFITS of confessing,
To having less and becoming honest with oneself...
When addressing this in complete truthfulness,
Quickly eliminates a need to numb and medicate stress...
To free a mind accepting,
Time for them has come to set aside expectations.
And the ADVANTAGES of knowing,
There are limits to one can stretch to feed wants...
Seems to leave no mental or emotional affects to protect.
Like those who experience worrying themselves to death,
As to how to maintain false images obtained...
Jeopardizing dignity AND a loss of self respect.
Yes...
The BENEFITS And ADVANTAGES Of Knowing,
For those aware and prepared for this...
Can be cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Closer Still
there are times of preparation
hard to explain
I do the job of many
so longer are the steps I take
for example today was not just today
but for this week, spring and next year
I could have been done by now
where I want to be
if I had been willing
to sacrifice people close to me
there are times of preparation
a subtle smile, a gentle fire
guided by a vision
fueled by desire...
plan for success
but not mine alone
but his and hers too
until they are grown
I do the job of many
and many have helped along the way
wish I could tell them I'm not giving up
I'm still headed the right way
even though it is taking me longer
I will be joining the ranks of you
there will be much to celebrate
it is those thoughts that get me through
poem by La La La Laurie
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Broadcasters have a responsibility to serve the public interest and protect Americans from objectionable content, particularly during the hours when children are likely to be watching.
quote by Bart Gordon
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Pelican Restaurant
Pelican Restaurant is run by Tara Sami who is sweet,
she makes her restaurant cute and upbeat.
A cozy decor that has a quaint beach town feel,
the Pelican Restaurant makes great delicious meals.
For breakfast is the Lamb Keema which has a flavorful taste,
it comes with home fries that taste great.
Have a spinach omelet made by Chef Brian Stone,
tastes hearty like cooked fresh in the kitchen at your home.
Pelican is open 7am to 12 noon, bring a friend or two.
Even open 6 to 10 on Friday nights with Indian plates to satisfy your appetite.
Indian dishes which is out of sight, like the Lentil fritters for price of $7.95,
served with cilantro & jalapeno sauce, making your tastes buds come alive.
Try the slowly roasted marinated cilantro and ginger on the Nihan beef shank.
cooked on the bone with spicy savory curry to make it taste great.
Vegetarian and meat dishes served with yogurt, naan, and basmati rice,
this adds to your dinner to make it extra nice.
Also your dog is welcome, sit with them at a table outside,
you can enjoy your meal with them in the sunshine.
Remember the Pelican restaurant only accepts cash,
it's a great eating experience when visiting on Lake Ave.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on October 13,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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