Recipe For A Hippopotamus Sandwich
A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
One slice of bread,
One slice of cake,
Some mayonnaise
One onion ring,
One hippopotamus
One piece of string,
A dash of pepper -
That ought to do it.
And now comes the problem…
Biting into it!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Appetizers For The Day
just a slice of green raw mango
to fill my thirst
a morsel of bread to satisfy hunger
a thin slice of onion
to invigorate the eye
red hot chili for my tongue
rosemary and thyme for my smell
finally a burp for the final sound.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just A Taste Of Life
what i have in my hand
is a slice of pineapple
it is sweet
its sweetness lingers
in my tongue
and sticks to my brain
it is simply a slice
just a taste of this bigger life
ahead of us
i have another slice
to hand to you
take it
why waste some time
on bitter herbs
and sour grapes?
what i have is just a slice
of sweet pineapple
take it now
it is sweet
what do we have next?
we shall wait and see
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Taken Your Slice Of Bread
i have taken your slice of bread
from the table
it is for you
as i have already eaten mine
early
this morning
forgive me
i have learned
to eat more
and took
without so much
thinking
your share
the slice of bread
one half bigger
than mine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Debbie had to get up and slice me a thick piece of cake before she could answer. And I do mean thick. Harry Potter volume seven thick. I could have knocked out a burglar with this piece of cake. Once I tasted it, though, it seemed just the right size.
Maureen Johnson in Let It Snow (2012)
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Spreading Haddock
First pre-heat the oven at 350degrees.
Take approximately 3lbs of fresh haddock,
Season it..
With a compound seasoning of salt
Oregano, pepper/red pepper, garlic powder,
Onion powder, and celery salt.
Gently rub these ingredients into the awaiting haddock!
One baking dish is needed.
Pour one full cup of water/maybe more into dish.
Sprinkle Basil onto the water. YES...B-A-S-I-L.!
Lay that haddock down.
If you have bread crumbs...
Now is the opportunity to crumb this haddock!
Get a stick of butter.
Slice thin butter slices...
And place them on that haddock.
Final touch before slipping this into the oven...
Toss some parsley...on the haddock!
Cover with aluminum foil.
Place this dish into the over for about 30mins!
Next!
Romaine makes the beginnings of a good salad!
Get some fresh Romaine. Wash it.
Get a platter and chop this thing up!
Tomatoes? Fresh? Get 'em! Dice 'em if you wanna!
One large Vadalia Onion. One Green Pepper.
And one jar of Roasted Peppers.
Slice this mess up into a mix.
Yes...
Of course,
Put it on the platter. Remember? Presentation!
There's never been a time for haddock,
As it's time for haddock now!
It should be caressing the kitchen...
And your taste buds by now!
Take it out of the oven.
Let it cool for about 10-15 minutes!
Look at that platter!
Now look at that haddock!
Put that haddock on top of those lucious vegetables!
Take some virgin oil! Yes...make it 'virgin'.
At this point you just want a hint of oil.
NOW...
If you really are serious about your taste buds...
A mix of vinegar/white zinfandel/olive oil,
Is a nice topping!
When you want to do something for yourself...
Spreading Haddock is recommended!
There's nothing like it!
'How many does it feed? '
Why? You're not getting none of this!
That's why I went through the trouble
Of telling you how to make it!
How many does it feed?
One!
Me...Sorry 'bout that!
But this is a meal for the 'survivors! '
LOL...just joking! Have some!
Note: This is my own creation! 'Yes. You have my permission
to use it and treat yourself. You're gonna love it! '
Spreading Haddock...LOL
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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That Sandwich
as you take that sandwich
i remember 1971
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
that is not how i saw it in the 70's
you were too young then
to know the connotation of the word
or the metaphor of being sandwiched
between two warring forces
who wanted to win by killing each other
they were all civilians mind you
sandwiched between the armed and dangerous government
and the armed and more dangerous rebels
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
in the 70's they were not delicious at all
they were maimed, and bloody, killed on the streets
and public plazas bombed and brains scattered
on the hot cemented pavements
people kept in hog wires and secret
detention places
brothers all but so insensitive to the
the roots of humanity
Cains and Abels
the ham, and mayonnaise
the purple sliced onions
and cucumber
that you slip between
a big sandwich which you
say is too delicious
when all i need is simply a bitter tasting coffee
without the sugar and cream
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of Course I Find You Delicious
Don't be ridiculous!
Of course I find you delicious.
I want to slice you.
Put you on pumpernickle...
With provolone cheese.
Heat up.
And then with tomato and romaine,
Top you with mayo,
With a dash of pepper.
Nibbling you until every crumb is done.
'What are you doing with that knife? '
Getting it sharpened!
And thinking about dessert.
'Can you turn down the music?
It's rather loud! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who's a good boy?
A chocolate cake with frosting ice
is on the table tempting me.
I sit and think it would be nice
to eat it up entirely.
I dare not even have a slice
because it is not meant for me.
I’m not prepared to pay the price,
I know how angry Mom would be.
Perhaps she does not realise
that it amounts to cruelty.
To see that cake before my eyes
and know it is forbidden me.
I must resist I know I should
it is not easy being good.
27-Dec-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Succotash Is So Bad
My succotash is so bad!
It's the best you'll ever have.
My suc-co-co-co-co-co-co-co tash,
Is bad!
My succotash is so bad!
It's the best you'll ever have.
My suc-co-co-co-co-co-co-co tash,
Is bad!
Take a sauce pan.
And oil it with olive oil.
Not too much.
Add a half cup of water.
With some garlic to taste.
About a tablespoon of brown sugar.
~That's the key ingredient,
For my succotash tastin' so good! ~
Then...
A dash or two of salt and pepper.
I like the heat of cayenne!
How about you?
Simmer this with onion.
I like Vadalias.
Slice a couple of 'garden' tomatos.
Just one green pepper!
Cover this for about ten minutes.
I like my seasonings to get acquainted.
Now...
Take between three and five ears of corn.
Strip the kernels off the cob.
Add them to the mix.
Lower the heat a bit.
You will know when this is ready.
Trust me.
My succotash is so bad!
It's the best you'll ever have.
My suc-co-co-co-co-co-co-co tash,
Is bad!
My succotash is so bad!
It's the best you'll ever have.
My suc-co-co-co-co-co-co-co tash,
Is bad!
My suc-co-co-co-co-co-co-co tash,
Is bad!
Enjoy!
~...we gather together to ask,
the Lord's blessing...~
Note:
A *Narraganset Indian recipe.
Introduced around 1751.
It was then called msickquatash
and was a mixture of lima or shell beans
with green corn cooked together 'originally'.
*American Indian people of Rhode Island
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Any Way You Slice It
I caught the tail of a hurricane and Ive never ever been the same
I went out on a limb, gotcha under my skin, well alright
You got dirt under your fingernails
What Im thinkin can land me in jail
Well, youre caught in this trap and you can never go back
Well, oh no no
I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctors orders
Well its better late than never, cant stay innocent forever
Its alright, its alright, yeah
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
Ooh, aint no wolf on the corner, cant keep it in any longer
Well if youre lookin for bliss
What I got you cant miss, well alright
When it works like a charm itll do you no harm
Youll be in heaven tonight
I know youll feel alright
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
I know whats in your heart, I know whats in your mind
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctors orders
Well its better late than never, cant stay innocent forever
No, no, no, no
Yeah, alright
Well, if I told you once, I told you twice
Just listen, babe, and take my advice
Why settle for seconds when you can have the best
So let me be your king bee, I want your hornets nest
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
I know whats in your heart, I know whats in your mind, yeah
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
I know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
You know you aint your mothers little daughter anymore
Any way, ooh hoo
song performed by by Kiss
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Get Out Of the Kitchen
Ready and hoping for that taste of cake,
After the last slice of it is gone?
To then express attitude,
With an announcement made...
Of how selfish everyone else is.
And at no time saying a thing,
When the cake was being baked?
Or mixed with all of the ingredients,
Put into it 'before' it was placed into the oven.
Nor mention did you one word,
About having a craving for a piece?
Until the last crumb of it,
Had been licked away!
And the aroma of it from the air has ceased.
Look here...
You have no right to point a finger,
At nobody, no time soon.
But you can take all the time you need,
To blame yourself.
I will be your witness if you seek one.
No one here,
Is living to be your personal mind reader!
Let me make that clear...
No ONE here, H with an E-R-E,
Has been assigned to be your personal mind reader.
Take the first step you can away from yourself.
Not to make mental notes or excuses to abuse anyone.
But to open your mouth and declare what it is you wish.
No one is obligated to do that for you but yourself!
Now get out of the kitchen.
You are about to get me heated.
And you don't have it like that.
Not in my home.
You were offered a piece and said nothing.
Do you remember that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Banana Cake
you bake so well
my dear
the banana cake
is just perfect for me
the flavor is so
banana and the texture
so soft to my palate
it is still hot and
i do not like to take the slice
i like it colder my dear
like my dream of ice last night
i like this black coffee too
harsh like my dream of winter last night
now it is time
give me the best slice for i am leaving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slice of Life
Taste this.
'What is it? '
A slice of life.
'No.
That's okay.
I'll pass.'
Without tasting,
At least 'some' of it?
'I am watching my diet.
And anymore of it,
Just might produce gas.'
Well...
Who knows.
Maybe this slice of life,
Will help stir up something in you...
That will make us both laugh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Writing In A Way
writing in a way is like
taking a spoon of mayonnaise
and you brush it on one side
of a sandwich
and you take another
clean sandwich and you
join them together
into one edible sandwich
to fill your empty stomach
and then you
regret having done such
a meaningless routine
when you could have
talked instead to a friend
waiting for you at the
porch of your house
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There's this big pie in show business, and you physically can't eat the whole pie. If you give everybody a slice of pie, you will still have more than enough. The real trick is not to try to get the whole pie, but to keep the biggest slice.
Little Viper
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
You're a witch with a capital B
Girl, you're a mastermind of broken hearts
Got mine on a string
Pull, pull, pullin' it along
Feels so wrong
Feel so right
Even when you got me
Singing all night
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
On my knees
Beggin' ya please, please
Baby please
There's only so much bad lovin' a man can take
Only so much I'm willin' to fake
Pretendin' we're still the same
The same as we were yesterday
Ooh Little Viper, no way
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
Making my move
Gonna try to get closer
Closer to you
Give you one last chance
One last shot to save this love
Before you shove me on out
Forever outta your life
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
Loved you like I never loved anyone else
Now I'm startin' to doubt
If we'll ever
Ever get our shh back together again
My guitar and my face lost ago lost their grin
When you started turning away from me and to the gin
Oh baby, baby, can you tell me?
Where did we go wrong, so wrong?
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
Slice
Dice
Ooh baby, baby how come you never say anything nice
Never ever satisfied
Never get enough
Little Viper
Always so damn mean to me
I just don't understand
Why do you wanna do this to your man?
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Even If I Had Them to Juice
You need not for me to dangle carrots.
I am not easily teased,
To believe my eyesight will clear...
Even if I had them to juice.
Or enticed to slice a piece,
After mixed and baked sweetened.
To lure my craving for a taste of your warm cake.
I am much too brave to be that seduced.
I will wait until it cools.
Only a fool is outdone by impatience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Procrastiantion 101
piles of records
wait like executioners
have no plan
of putting my
head for the
cutting axe
they can always wait
while i dance
while i climb mountains
and see the fog
and the ships below
the wide expanse
of the sea
meanwhile i am sipping
tea
and savoring this
slice of cake
this slice of life
how can i let them
waste it?
i am stopping by the woods
to listen to the birds
i am roaming the forest
for the flowers
i like to stop for a while
and wade on the river
i like to flow like the wind
to the willow trees
let the pile of records wait
with their axes and spears
i will then offer this body
for their feasts...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me
Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death
and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,
with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death
and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,
you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death
and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.
poem by Gert Strydom
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