Treasured And Adored
Watching you with adoring eyes
preparing oxtail with expertise
braising after seasoning, following
recipes, adding Merlot contrary
to cook's directive
While your loving care brings total
absolution of a million sins - all
impatience and harsh remarks
forgotten, all differences and
arguments buried
As you show your sterling core of
sweetness jumping around in the
kitchen - you shall always be
treasured and adored
For Martin 8 April 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Those Scoops Of Soup
Once it has been discovered,
Who's pot you've been dipping to get...
Those scoops of soup,
Served to your guests.
It is going to be very hard to convince anyone,
That cook you had fired from the kitchen...
Is not as qualified as you profess.
And you may not be aware of this...
But a great cook,
Seldom leaves recipes behind.
Not those originating from an inventive mind.
And a great cook...
Has no problems finding,
Those who are seeking something better...
They know will stay with them that is craved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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There are two main human sins from which all the others derive: impatience and indolence. It was because of impatience that they were expelled from Paradise, it is because of indolence that they do not return. Yet perhaps there is only one major sin: impatience. Because of impatience they were expelled, because of impatience they do not return.
quote by Franz Kafka
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A Missing Chapter
Your Deceiving eyes led me wrong
and now I am, were I should not belong
our eyes are passages to our souls they say
every once a while we let ourselves stray
Loving you is fire; appealing to my eyes
and healing to my desires.
It brings pleasure to my heart but to my fingers pain
and to my memory it is smoke, ashes and stains.
Loving you is magic; which slowly disappears.
It is bewilderness in beauty and sweetness in my tears.
It brings pleasure to my heart, which I haven’t felt in years.
but the unresolved equations, remain as souvenirs
loving you is rain; bringing cure to my thirst.
But to my strong structure, it brings shivers and a curse.
Loving is you like flying over the sky's highest cloud,
as peaceful as it seems its dangerous empty and load.
Loving you is a picture I hung now onto my wall
it tells my favorite story which by detail I recall.
Loving you is a secret I tightly withhold.
And in spite of my resistance it still longs to be told.
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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You Lost Me
You lost me
Like fermented palm wine
What sweetness there was
Now all tartness.
You lost me
Between the impatience of your fuss
And the fuss of your impatience
You lost me
At the fated fork
Where destiny must separate mentor and protege
When the silver cord that binds us
Snapped from your pace
And mine too
The one the cheetah
The other, the snail.
You lost me
When the frown on your face
Wilted the tender shoot of my esteem.
You lost me
When gold and silver tipped the scale
Against professed goodwill.
You lost me
Like congealed milk
Curdled for want of cuddle.
Hey, you lost me!
A million times today
In a million ways.
poem by Mike Ekunno
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Not Only For Visitations
She said I needed to identify more,
With my cultural heritage.
And that my presentation wasn't committed!
I mentioned to her,
She needed to learn how to cook,
Before she began to share recipes
With those familiar with every utensil in the kitchen!
And know when the heat is on...
Not only for visitations!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrong Girl
I'm eyeballing the wrong girl,
The noise and the splashes,
Of a local swimming pool,
So many people swimming,
But I'm not watching them-
I don't care who wins.
I'm looking at a girl,
An emotionally beautiful girl,
But wait…
All my life I've been told of the white wedding,
And two kid dream-
A handsome husband,
For whom I'll cook and clean…
Back to the real-
I long for the softness,
The sweetness only she can provide-
And the mock innocence of the act itself,
Mock- being the word,
And I can't help but wonder when I show the world I love her,
Will they see me truly for the love?
I show to her?
Or will they see the wrong- only what they wish to believe
Is it a wrong lifestyle that I wish to lead?
But still it can't be wrong of me to see her in this light-
When her hurricane-like eyes stare at me with perfection,
Sealing the deed with a hungry and soft kiss…
poem by Ally Gunther
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Cat Died Today
Cat died today
crossing the street.
A loving lady was more than sweet.
She told me she didn't want the
cat to be run over anymore-
that's what I thought about the squirrel
months before.
Now we need to slow down and beware-
of creatures living in nature everywhere-
Lets look out for hurt ones
and show we care.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I'm Sorry God if I Offended
I'm sorry God
If I offended
Making light
of what you intended
Every creature
that you made
with loving care
I betrayed
I wasn't thinking
I must confess
I'll try next time
and not regress
I must admit though
You gave us minds,
emotions to laugh,
and eyes not blind
Everything that you do
I look at with awe
Such wonders you created
My remarks I must withdraw
You created me, though,
in the image of You
So I just presumed
You had a funny bone too
Please wash me clean
of the sin I'm in
(but leave the funny bone
so I can still grin: O})
(11 April 2007)
One In A Million
Only one in a million could claim this prize.
It always comes as a suprise.
To have finally realized.
That you're now mine and I am thine.
No other man could ever plan.
The neccesities of taking your hand.
They know not what they need to be.
Or how to treat you speacially.
It's quite a shock to finally have so much luck.
You truly see I'm not a schmuck.
One in a million could truly read.
The tender caring that you need.
You have such depths of sweetness care.
Saving it for the one who dares.
To show you that he's truly rare.
I'm that one from a million strong.
It suprises me that I have won.
Though we know that you're not wrong.
We help eachother to be strong.
We'll last forever, being proud of what we weathered.
It's greatness now for we're together.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Poet as Hero
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented--
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.
You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.
But now I've said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my songs.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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When It's Given
If you want it,
Take it.
But don't let it go.
When it's given,
Keep it.
And show it to grow.
And if you want it,
Take it.
But don't let it go.
Let it be known...
It is yours and adored.
Show it to be nourshed.
And yours to adore.
Flaunt it as it flourishes.
Knowing it is yours.
And if you want it,
Take it.
But don't let it go.
Let it be known...
It is yours and adored.
If you want it,
Take it.
But don't let it go.
When it's given,
Keep it.
And show it to grow.
You can share it if you wish,
But don't abandon it!
And if you want it,
Take it.
But don't let it go.
Let it be known...
It is yours and adored.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The people of Canada have worked hard to build a country that opens its doors to include all, regardless of their differences; a country that respects all, regardless of their differences; a country that demands equality for all, regardless of their differences.
quote by Paul Martin
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The Only Way I Know
In a world where love is found and
lost so easily
I'm so thankful I share my life with you
All around you hear the sound of
faithless poetry
Oh, I won't lie
That's something I won't do
There must be a million words
To whisper soft and low
There must be a million ways
I could let this feeling show
But loving you with all my heart
And never letting go
That's the only way
The only way I know
Maybe I will never say everything I feel
Even so, you'll always know the truth
In the silence of a touch every word is real
As long as I live
That's what I'll give to you
There must be a million words
To whisper soft and low
There must be a million ways
I could let this feeling show
But loving you with all my heart
And never letting go
That's the only way
The only way I know
That's the only way
The only way I know
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Jumping red
My bouncing
My tumbling
My flopping
My unsteady
My jumping red
My laughing
My crying
My loving
My caring
My endearing
My jump red
My mind
My heart
My soul
My angel
My savior
My jumping red
My past
My present
My future
My fear
My hope
My jumping red
My want
My need
My being
My jumping red
poem by Vincent Armone
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Sharp With Added Spice
'Over seasoned! '
This came to spill,
From whispered lips.
Yet to those unacquainted...
The presentation and taste,
Was more than appreciated.
And in their eyes the show of this,
Did not hesitate to express it.
They did not mention an absence of skill.
They were too busy enjoying the delicious cake.
To pick crumbs from plates.
Until the cook appeared unexplained,
From the kitchen to gain attention.
Sharp with added spice,
Comes a lashing from an unexpected tongue.
It seems someone has said,
Whoever is doing the cooking with minimal flair...
Should learn more about baking,
To become more aware of what's required instead!
And serious was the cook who took all hostage!
With an eyebrow raised and quivering lips.
And outraged was the cook's posture...
No one dared to dismiss.
~Out with it!
WHO said 'over seasoned'?
I heard every word.
And it did not please.
WHO was it?
Who dared to say I over season?
When I sweated to perfect...
A guarantee your taste buds would be teased.
Out with it or no one leaves.
You ungrateful banana eating chimpanzees.
How dare you mock my expertise.
I'm not kidding.
Out with it or no one leaves! ~
And throats slowly swallowed.
People froze as they sat.
Wishing they remembered when,
Those comments were made in jest!
'I said that but I was just joking.'
~You provoked me with a whispered joke?
Do you know how close I came to choking a few throats?
I...
Am,
A CHEF.
And serious to the end of my very breath.
With...
And I must admit this,
With a flair for dramatics.
Please...
There is no need for applause.
I accept,
Only business references! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alankar (Decor) -30
Kitchen clash (Double Rondeau)
How difficult it is to cook
In hot summer how a wife to cook
'Take rest, shall buy food from outside'
He says with concern on her side
Wife is happy she need not cook
Happy so life runs like a brook
Variety food, pleased they look
Seasoned hot, they know kitchen's stride
How difficult
Time in hand changed is her outlook
Changed is also her old cook-look
Styleless to stylish in set glide
Makes her new with glow to her pride
She can speak on her strife to cook
How difficult
How difficult but back a cook?
Daughter visits with siren look
There, stirs in dad's heart a high tide
Sneaks'cooking has been set aside
These days mom does not at all cook'
Enough for her to word and hook
Daughter counsels mom back to cook
To be in shifty husband's stride
How difficult!
Luck is but a wheel in life-book
So such a wife can't overlook
And mom vows never to abide
Honeyed words but put them aside
Blamed wife telling herself 'to cook
How difficult! '
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Daisy
Daisy, you came into my life,
Delivered to me by my wife,
You carried me through a time of strife,
No more boots, I wish you a peaceful life,
Daisy, oh my Daisy,
You drive me crazy,
You're a little bit lazy,
My Sweetheart,
Looking at me with those big eyes,
Pointy ears hear the human lies,
When I am down, only you hear my cries,
In my darkest hours, you were there,
Just a look to show you care,
Your warmth my only consolation,
In my time of great trepidation,
Daisy, oh my Daisy,
You drive me crazy,
You're a little bit lazy,
My Sweetheart,
When your sister drives you to despair,
Back you go to your lair,
I always try to be fair,
Everywhere your dark hair,
Only you know how much I care,
Your sister gives me inspiration,
But your heart always brings me elation,
You have saved our nation, from great tribulation!
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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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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