Food Food Glorious Food
Who is best skilled trained to prepare it?
Top chief on reality tv pack up your knives?
Where are best chiefs trained to thrive?
If best chief I wanted to be how would I plan?
By taking culinary as I had always planned.
In dedicated love to preparing cooking food.
Perhaps I might have finished
my associates in culinary arts
in San Francisco where I wanted
to sail into vibe city remembered
to wear a flower in my hair in hopes
of meeting very gentle people there.
Next to avoid that New York state of mind
I might have gone to Melbourne taking up
choice bachelor in culinary management.
For some fragile souls it’s just moving
getting used to standing up on own feet
walking into totally new environments.
The incredibly lucky retain parents support
financially in all aspects of love adored life.
The blessed cannot imagine how all those
who do not have parent support survive.
The truth many souls denied do not survive.
But you of sound mind good heart kind soul
you will be successful in whatever you do.
Imagine even among stress at highest levels
of your studies despite a few home grown
glorious extravagant egos you will want be
carried on one dream a beautiful restaurant
one day a beautiful dream in blessing taste.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Striving For Success Low Key Harmony
striving for success for sure
going to start out with a café
learn skills to pave due way
San Francisco must be fun
retro past images to rerun
nature’s essential harmony
thought it would be nice
to sail in on a yacht
with a flower in my hair
in honour of vibe hippies
ideals desires for peace
freedom originated there
San Francisco sounds like fun
perfect peaceful college town
study hard then clown around
low key harmony
restaurant visionary
dream is culinary
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Home base is the support system where we have a culinary team, my own writers because of the shows and the books and stuff, we have a culinary team of about six people. Marketing, public relations, accounting and all that sort of stuff.
quote by Emeril Lagasse
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I want to go to culinary school because I love cooking. One day I'd love to open up a restaurant or cafe.
quote by Mary-Kate Olsen
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It's very important to me that people who are actual chefs and other professionals in the culinary world, understand that I'm not, and have never held myself out as being, like a CIA trained chef.
A Born Survivor
He is old, he is fragile.
He is my grandfather.
He has fought everyone and everything.
He will protect me from illness,
Why can't I do the same?
He survived my mothers' dreadful battles,
His parent's death.
What if he can't survive the cancer?
I want him to live forever and ever,
Two hundred years even!
He said he will love me no matter what I do,
Even if I walk out of my parent's life,
He will support me all the way.
If he dies, I won't survive anything,
Not life,
Not breathing,
My heart will stop beating.
poem by Scarlet Outlaw
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With Human Aspects
Eye that betrays
But still stays
In mind and at heart
Is it not a beautiful art?
Ensures somewhere to meet
A rare and remarkable feat
Where love reigns supreme
Meeting of mind and body is only theme
Some battles are fought
Queens at palaces are sought
Beauty and lust only reasons
What a thought in mind of persons?
Eyes a beautiful medium to enjoy the nature
Imagine a beautiful flower to come up for sure
Can that not snatch and take away evil thoughts?
The peace and harmony is really brought
What do we need in real life to see?
A nice surrounding and naturally free
Eyes to reach from end to another
Survey it with full care and nothing to bother
Eyes to compensate and cool down the rage
To see lovely things on beautiful page
Dream of world and crowning glory
Altogether different and nice story
What we try to see may not be real!
We may expect it as good deal
We may also be very eager to put a seal
But these all can be considered as unreal
Well less said is better
The effect can be seen alter
Nothing can be had by force
You may be left with nothing but only curse
Try to see it with human aspects
You got to command and get the respect
Eyes may speak everything
Reveal truth and hide nothing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New York City
I can't remember what I planned tomorrow
I can't remember when it's time to go
When I look in the mirror
Tracing lines with a pencil
I remember what came before
I wanted to think there was endless love
Until I saw the light dim in your eyes
In the dead of the night I found out
Sometimes there's love that won't survive
New York City
Such a beautiful disease
New York City
Such a beautiful,
Such a beautiful disease
Laura kept all her disappointments
Locked up in a box behind her closet door
She pulled the blinds and listened to the thunder
With no way out from the family store
We all told her things could get better
When you just say goodbye
I'll lay awake one more night
Caught in a vision I want to deny
And did I mention the note that I found
Taped to my locked front door
It talked about no regrets
As it slipped from my hand to the scuffed tile floor
I rode the train for hours on end
And watched the people pass me by
It could be that it has no end
Just an action junkie's lullaby
New York City
We were full of the stuff that every dream rested
As if floating on a lumpy pillow sky
Caught up in the whole illusion
That dreams never pass us by
Came to a tattooed conclusion
That the big one was knocking on the door
What started as a mass delusion
Would take me far from the place I adore
New York City
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Not That Kind Of Love
Hello, my little pretty
My, don't we look YUK
Come here!
You spend all day picking out your dress
I like you dirty when your hair is a mess
You smell so sweet walking in the room
You don't have to try so hard to drown me in perfume
Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
Not that kind of love
Not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
It's not that kind of love
No, it's not that kind of love
I don't want know your Dad or Mom
I won't be calling you to go to the prom
If you want to go, some cheap motel
You can pick me up at eight, I'll never tell
Don't cry your heart out
Don't tell your preacher
Don't get ideas, this won't last forever
Just want to touch you
Just want to feel you
Just want to taste you
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
I never wanted, I never wanted love before
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
No, no, not that kind of love
Not that kind of love, not that kind of love
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Imagine That
Dream...
Imagine...
Close your eyes...
Ooh...(yah)
Ooh...(next)
Ooh...(divine mill...2k3)
Ooh... (tweet)
Ooh... (r.l.)
Ooh... (and t-low)
Now I might not have
5 or 6 cars in my garage
But would you settle for a nice massage
And the love of a lifetime
Girl...
I swear to God that
With a whole lot of love
And little bit of faith
That we can make it
You just gotta believe that...
We could roll till the wheels fall off (and)
Imma love you till my souls gone on (cause)
It can happen, baby, just hold on
Close your eyes and dream (and imagine that)
Imagine that smile ever leavin your face
Comin home from work and never leavin the place
Got chocolates and champagne just for you to taste
(close your eyes)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
Imagine benzes in the parkin lot
A different chauffeur for every car you got
Islands to settle on a private yacht (just close your eyes)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
I know you deserve
More than I got right now
But baby, theres no doubt
cause youve always stayed down
I swear to God that
With a whole lot of love
And a little bit of faith
That we can make it
You just gotta believe that
We could roll till the wheels fall off (and)
Imma love you till my souls gone on (hey)
It can happen, baby, just hold on
Close your eyes and dream (and imagine that)
Imagine that smile ever leavin your face
Comin home from work and never leavin the place
Got chocolate and champagne just for you to taste
(close your eyes)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that (and imagine that)
Imagine benzes in the parkin lot
A different chauffeur for every car you got
Islands to settle on a private yacht
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that (close your eyes and imagine that, girl)
{some day} just have my back and I promise that
{some way} Ill work hard and try to cop you that
{if we pray} and believe, you will see that
{itll be okay} you just gotta dream and believe
Imagine that
I can, can you, can we
We dream, ooh (dream with me)
You can have anything you need
A dream
But youve got to imagine that
Imagine that
I can, can you, can we
We dream, ooh
You can
If you close your eyes and imagine that
Imagine that smile ever leavin your face
Comin home from work and never leavin the place
Got chocolate and champagne just for you to taste
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
Imagine benzes in the parkin lot (oh)
A different chauffeur for every car you got (oh, oh)
Islands to settle on a private yacht (just close your eyes, girl)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
Imagine that smile ever leavin your face
Comin home from work and never leavin the place
Got chocolate and champagne just for you to taste (oh)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
Imagine benzes in the parkin lot (parkin lot)
A different chauffeur for every car you got
(oh...oh...)
Island to settle on a private yacht (just close your eyes)
Close your eyes, girl, imagine that
Close your eyes and dream and
Close your eyes and dream and
Imagine that...imagine that...imagine that...
Dream with me
Imagine
song performed by by Next
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I Wish I Were a Flower
Oh I wish I were a flower
A most beautiful flower
This is my dream
With the gentle breeze
In the springtime I will
Hop out of my earthen bed
Listen to the sweet
Chirping of the blue jays
Singing me love songs
Standing tall waiting
For kisses from Heaven
To rain down on me
When you come by
I will smile
Knowing someday-
I will brighten your home
With the sun
Stored in my petals
Later with the warmth
Of the golden sunshine
I will open my petals wide
Waiting for my love-
The honey bee
To come and savour me
For how much blessed
Could I ever be than
To be a beautiful flower
A most beautiful flower
For your enjoyment
For your pleasure
poem by Rachel Nichols
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All Things Beautiful
Imagine all things beautiful,
Exquisite and sublime.
Quite delicate and lovable,
To stand the test of time,
Just as if the whole Creation
Was blessed from first to last.
Just to grant us great elation,
So not to be downcast...
Imagine all things wonderful,
Designed as God knew best.
Intrinsically incredible,
Impeccably addressed.
With sweet miracles unfolding,
Like shooting stars above...
With our God, the Cosmos holding,
Beholding it with love...
That is how the great designers
Upon this Earth must feel,
When they pause to form their finest,
To showcase and reveal...
Exhibiting each masterpiece,
Each brilliant in its way,
That we partake in what can please
With every passing day...
Upon this Earth, where angels roam,
Unseen by mortal man,
God's Spirit visits every home
To do the best He can,
With inspirations old and new,
To share with young and old,
What's beautiful and meant for you,
As if it were pure gold...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
Thanks to James Russell, bid tv Sky UK...
The poem was based on the bid tv presenter
telling us the legend of a Russian who wanted
to create the beauty of a flower in a rock...
He spend years making his sculptured artwork.
The legend says that it was so beautiful that
those who gazed upon it immediately wept...
The expression used to define the Inspirations
product range sold on bid tv was the desire to
create all things beautiful. So this poem was
written to explain why Man seeks to create as
he does. The Holy Bible tells us that it was God
who inspired Man to be a creative designer of
all things beautiful... That is why we have such
masterpieces in the form of the arts that may
bring us a measure of happiness here on Earth.
I call this the double blessing, for we who create
are first blessed. Sharing the blessing with others
means we are blessed yet again... and hopefully,
God is blessed, seeing the good that we share...
poem by Denis Martindale
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The art of the muse
The art of the muse
~
Full figured and strong
open mind and heart
she is my Mona Lisa
a will to be counted
a voice not afraid to speak
kind and gentle in nature
still not to be crossed
she is beautiful
a captivating soul
her every essence holds
my thoughts follow
she is a work of art
my muse of words
still yet to be written
she is my life, my future
she is woman
beautiful, strong, desirable
she is perfection, passion
she is in a dream
all I could imagine
she is here forever
in my heart
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Y... Food for the soul
Food for the body
I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
Day in, day out they struggle for food
There is no time for any other good
Food for the ego
I know of men who have enough food and drink
So they have time for something else to think
Their egos are hungry for money, power and fame
Getting more, being restless, an endless game
Food for the soul
I know of men who are contented with how they live
They focus on soul and never cease to give
To give love and support, perform acts randomly kind
They are the ones who have at any time peace of mind
poem by Aufie Zophy
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A Crazy Dream
Is it crazy
as a fantasy
To have you leave your job
and family
and leave it all behind
and run to me
Is it crazy
to suddenly dream
without a thought as to why
to imagine happiness
holding hands with you
as we look upon the sky
Is it crazy
to imagine buying an old inn
no matter what shape its in
Somewhere in the mountains of New England
To fix it up as neat as a pin
As a bed and breakfast and let boaders in
Is it crazy
to imagine sitting with you
to lovingly care as I brush your soft hair
To feel blessed that we are together there
in an pastoral life, without worry or care
Just to love you and have you there so we could share
It may be crazy
I don't know why I had this little crazy dream
I never had before, though unusual it may seem
maybe I can wish it on tonights moonbeams
When I dare to think upon it, it somehow gistens and gleams
Such crazy wonderful things are sometimes dreams
Maybe when you look up at the sky tonight
if you feel lonely and feel some emptiness or fright
If you wonder if you have a place you might belong
I may be thinking of you, not aware of right or wrong
From far away, sometimes your gentle care is still felt strong
Imagine being the very words to a lonely heart's love song
I guess I'm been searching in my head
Thinking of all the love poems I've written or read
And along came this crazy dream
Everything was plush and green
and you were my affectionate and loving Queen
And like the stories I read....I carried you to bed
Sometimes its crazy what we dream and think
Even moreso when we put it to ink
I hope you think it not to crazy
and greet it with a knowing wink
Because many a good thing in life that's ever come, it seems
Started first somewhere in gentle dreams
I just can't say who I'm thinking of
I'm not given to forcefulness or push and shove
It's just this; you seem somehow to fit like a calfskin glove
and it seems what we have found could grow into love
If so, we'll know greater joy and grace by God above
Perhaps one day we'll awaken to sparkling dawn by morning dove
wrapped up in the lasting beauty of true love
poem by James T. Adair
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Nausea
imagine yourself
facing the computer the whole day
eating lunch and supper
beside it
forgetting breakfast
escaping coffee breaks
disregarding calls
and not taking any bath
at all
imagine it is a sunday
and no one's home
because they all left you
because you
are weird
imagine at night when darkness
falls like a curtain
and you left the computer on
and you become dizzy
your head aches
and there is no one to call for
imagine that this happens
that this can happen
imagine
the truth
the nausea of having too much
of that
imagine this
and tell me if i am wrong about you
shutting yourself
from the world and yet opening yourself
to another reality
one that they have not ever seen
or heard
or felt.
it is your reality and be thankful
you finally find it
at less time spent.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Falling For You
I didn’t plan to fall for you
But my love is beyond my choice
And you are beautiful to me
How my eyes light up for you
When I see that you around
I’m smiling like I never usually do
And its you who I’m falling for
I never planned to feel like this
You are beautiful, you are radiant
I, I am afraid, I’m in love with you
There’s no escaping for me
I am tied to how I feel, for you
And although this came suddenly
I just believe its perfectly right
How I dream, how I love you tonight
No I never planned for this
But here I am now falling for you
And you, you are beautiful
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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Torments of love
There are moments in life
when you feel like to cry
and don’t really know why.
Your destiny gives you chances
to satisfy your fancies
But they are not always a success,
sometimes even a stress.
Yes, you splash out emotions
like an angry ocean a whale.
But what remains in your soul?
Is it just a growl?
You have already been indifferent to him,
it seemed.
But he still remains in your mind
And you try to find
The reason to forget him.
Were you just blind?
You want to leave everything behind
and ask your mind to be so kind to forget.
You beg your heart
to release your torments,
to forget all his comments.
You ask your mind
to be in contact with your heart
and not always be apart.
All your actions were unmeant,
all you wanted the love to send.
Now you are trying to forget,
but you can’t,
Then you think: Oh, yes! He had a grant.
You try to find his negative features
for your lonely creature.
You try to release your mind
but he still remains in your soul
playing the main role
in all your night dreams,
and it seems he is still everything to you,
it is so difficult to say adieu.
You had time to think how to keep him,
how to reap the fruits of love,
or may be to stay in good relations,
so that to avoid the separation,
or may be remain friends,
it could be a good amends.
But…your heart pains and the dreams remain.
Nothing you can change,
Nothing to arrange.
You did all to estrange your love.
The words I have said above
Are not for all.
It is just her little squall.
Now she is all alone.
Living on her own
somehow she will survive
and one day probably die.
Here I sigh and tell you good bye,
finishing this crazy lie.
Larisa Rzipishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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If Love Was A Dream...
..
If love was a dream
imagine how much joy you could feel
ectasy would bloom like a flower
seduction would dance like a star
if love was a dream
intimate moments would be colorful
like a rainbow of sweet nothings
flying into your ear, and out the other
imagine how beautiful your lover
treasured like a rare jewel
shining ever so brightly
tenderness does excite me
if love was a dream
would we float on clouds
dance with glee
romance each other endlessly
on a river of whipped cream, and chocolate
strawberries would taste so sweet
if love was a dream
we’d tiptoe through erotic moans, passionate screams
smile as orgasmic emotions overflow
like a flood as a river grows
breaks levees of true romance
no tears
no lies
no alibis
if love was a dream
we would be washed away
into tomorrow never regretting a thing
.