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The Recipe In Her Kitchen

she had the keys to motherhood
four times she used them for her own...
and the circles she gave a start
now ripple concentric waves
into lives she will never know

she cooked her recipe
with simple love
just the basic ingredients - well spiced with humor
and a code of behavior
covering all situations with the grace
only those who give wisdom it's awesome scope
can define

I loved her
she was me aunt - my mentor
my scale for a constant conscience

those noisy kitchen table talks
sunsets over the ocean we both loved to watch
and all such like things
so easliy shared...

I feel so empty
now that she is gone

but the recipe-
the recipe....is still cooking

poem by Judy Sheffield
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The Recipe Of Loser

There is no absolute recipe to become a winner
But there is a certain recipe to be a loser:
Just give up!

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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God Is A Chef

There is a sign in heaven's kitchen,
That says enter at your own risk,
Be mindful of the lichen,
And the low flying whisk!

No idea what they are baking,
But following the recipe,
This is what they are making,
I wonder what it could be?

Start with 5oz of enthusiasm,
Knead cheer in the dough,
Then heat some sincerity,
For that golden glow.

Marinade in courtesy,
Grind some inspiration,
Pepper it over the top,
With gusto and dedication.

Take a pinch of wisdom,
Add a lot of tender care,
Sprinkle it with love,
And spread it everywhere.

Add a dash of beauty,
Mixed with a warm smile,
Garnish with humour,
Keep us grinning all the while.

Put in a spoonful of charisma,
Finish with a heart of gold,
This is one special recipe,
Baked with virtue extolled.

So what has been made?
No ordinary strawberry fool,
But a delicate dish,
That makes everyone drool!

Taken fresh out of the oven,
We find a fluffy fondue,
As all these ingredients,
Have created a wonderful you!

poem by Dale Mullock
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A Place Called the Matador

They started cooking food
A very long time ago
Creating a recipe because
They loved the Chile relleno so

Perfection the objective
Ingredients fresh and fine
To bring forth a creation
That nowhere they could find

So the spent many hours
Of every single day
Cooking the best product
In their very special way

Chili’s are most important
Ingredient of this food
Dough was mixed as well
Oh, it was extremely good

The Matador still remains
The food still as delicious
Devotion to the craft
That has become infamous

I had a chance to see for myself
Cooks who know the score
A product like no other
A place called the Matador!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Escape

At times you want
To escape
Yourself,

You think
May be
Switching on the
TV set will work.

But it doesn’t,
So I head
For the kitchen
And bake a fresh loaf of bread,
A new recipe from my kitchen shelf.

It takes me
Out of myself.
Cooking I find always helps
It uplifts my mood,
And ah, the aroma of fresh food.

It whets my appetite,
And I get some respite
From the chaos
In my mind.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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What is the recipe for successful achievement? To my mind there are just four essential ingredients: Choose a career you love, give it the best there is in you, seize your opportunities, and be a member of the team.

quote by Benjamin F. Fairless
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Surprise in Japan - Mosquitos in the Oil

not so oily to the ears
mosquitos and other insects
in the used cooking oil

cooking oil for reuse
mosquitos, and insects
at bottom of the can

restaurant special recipe
adding to the taste
used oil with mosquitos

Most books I read tell us about Japanese being very clean people but the chef of this this restaurant in Nishi Funabashi I found put his used cooking oil in a can and under the choppng table in the kitchen. It was meant for reuse. I found mosquitos, ants, and other insects at the bottom of the can. It was really a surprise.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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0018 Home-made Thoughts from Abroad - A Modernist Poem

How could anyone
eat a home-cooked lemon pie
when they're really hungry
and not believe in God?

somehow, Thank You Evolution,
or you simply must give me the recipe
just don't measure up.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Remedy

I hear you callin , callin my name
You see me falling for your crazy games
You got my money , you got my love thats fine
Oh, you got my body
You got my health in mind
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out
Youre the remedy
Youre the drug that I need
They dont thank you when youre out at night
You got so many lovers, oh
Cant imagine what is wrong right
You got so many lovers, oh
Why do you tell me that love has a price
Too much emotion in my sacrifice
I call your number , you check my vital signs
Oh , youre under pressure
You got my heart in mind
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out
Youre the remedy
Youre the drug that I need
They dont thank you when youre out at night
You got so many lovers , oh
Cant imagine what is wrong or right
You got so many lovers
(break)
You got my money
You got my love thats fine
Oh , you got my body
You got my heart in mind
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out
You know I wonder where you go at night
Doesnt matter if its wrong or right
Even if it kills me
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out
Youre the remedy
You do what you do
Youre the recipe
I dont wanna find it out

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Recipe For Peace

The Question:

Would you fight for
your country?
If there was a war?

The Answer:

No I wouldn’t fight.

The Retort:

What sort of an attitude is that?
What would happen if everyone
had an attitude like that?

The Reply:

There would be no wars.

The Solution:

Silence. A simple recipe.
For true world peace.
There would be no wars.

See also two other variants of this theme, ‘Recipe For Peace: Reality Check’ and ‘Proposed – A Question! ’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Intro

Female Voice)
Where are you, guys?
You're like never at home
Or you're not in the city or something, but...
Call me! This is Kerra, 818-?!?-0333
I'm tired of you
Somebody pick up the phone and call my number, Bye!
(Machne)
Message saved
(Ideal)
Baby, you keep calling me
Is it 'cause we got what you need?
Baby, why you keep calling me?
Are you trying to get the recipe?
Do you want to get with Swab?
Do you wanna get with J-Dant'e?
Do you wanna get with Mav'?
Wanna get at PZ?
(Male Voice)
Hello
(Female Voice)
Hello, may I please speak to one of the members of Ideal?
(Ideal)
Girl, you keep calling
Trying to get the recipe
To fulfill your fantasies
We got just what you need
Just add a little Mav' and a pinch of PZ
Factor in some Swab and a shot of J-D
You keep calling me
Trying to get the recipe
'Cause we got just what you need
To fulfill your fantasies
Baby, you keep calling me
Is it 'cause we got what you need?
Baby, why you keep calling me?
Are you trying to get the recipe?
Do you want to get with Swab?
Do you wanna get with J-Dant'e?
Do you wanna get with Mav'?
Wanna get at PZ?

song performed by by Ideal
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My Recipe

For love I design the name of wondrous nature,
I love its wondrous age, the animal inside;
Offering a man his peeling of fruit and vegetables,
A cook is designing new food for heavy consumption.
The cooking is simple, and plates are filled with heaven-
On that is regard for taste, on this is peace and bliss.
Joke on him, the big chef, who dearly paid for mistakes,
Oiling the pan with more food and spreading special
Ingredients, like there was an illegal clue
Of beauty.
I love that recipe, that wondrous name that smelt of heaven.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Following the Recipe of Ancient Syrio-Greek Magicians

Said an aesthete: "What distillation from magic herbs
can I find—what distillation, following the recipe
of ancient Greco-Syrian magicians—
that will bring back to me for one day (if its power
doesn't last longer) or even for a few hours,
my twenty-third year,
bring back to me my friend of twenty-two,
his beauty, his love.

What distillation, following the recipe
of ancient Greco-Syrian magicians, can be found
to bring back also—as part of this return of things past—
even the little room we shared."

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Good Friday

A recipe for thought:

Take a pair of scales
as large as the boundless human mind,
and into one scale
pour all the goodness in the world that you can see
carefully
and into the other,
all the evil in the world that you can see;
into the first scale now add
all the joy that you have known
(the joy of others you can never measure)
and into the other, all the misery,
(the misery of others you can never measure) :
into the first, add all the laughter you can remember,
and into the second, all the tears;

and now, from the cupboards of your heart,
add what you will
to either scale:
the hopes and fears
of all the years.

now give one day each year
to the watching of these scales
and see if slowly, gently, as we watch
with all our love
the scales
move

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Alankar(Decor) -87

A Recipe(Uneven Couplet) -
The uneven couplet is paired lines of different length
rhymed or unrhymed, metered or unmetered.

A Recipe

That you would relish I'm sure
This recipe try it with pleasure

Clean the insight in time sufficient
Wash off anger, enmity and hate

Put the mind on the burning heart
Put in the thoughts all to melt

Ladle in between a large of intellect
Stir in hope a heapful amount

Let all blend with a bliss intent
Until valour and courage result

Throw meantime in the flaming heart
Burnt to ashes filth and lust

Fervid heart now isn't violent
Mind is calm and tranquil incessant

Mix in now gently prayers and spirit
Still more gently the gods to let meditate

Season with peace and harmony pleasant
Garnish with joy and cheer concordant

Serve in the bowl of soul consonant
Enjoy with love consistent

Try and taste this recipe carefully
Tell me 'delicious, delicious' finally

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Those Who Are Born To Leech

If I am here to leave a recipe...
It may go ignored.
It may go for decades untried.
It may, in fact...
Become declared as someone else's creation.
Thieves finding easy ways to feed themselves,
Keep on the prowl.

But one day...
'Someone' will declare a discovery,
Of my 'original' recipe...
To attempt to re-create the same taste,
To proclaim it theirs to enjoy.

'Don't stay up too long to study wrong,
Boys.'

Since those who are born to leech,
Are not themselves creative.
Thieves, yes!
Creative creatures, no!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gourmet vs the Usual

a good food and a good drink
seven days a week
I wouldn't ask for more
I'll just eat with love and won't get bored

I tried cooking my own food
following mom’s recipe
but it didn’t taste exactly as
when mom’s the one cooking

Oh, I realized
I couldn't buy in the store
an ingredient mom has when cooking a food
I couldn't buy love and patience
in the fresh market or in any grocery

poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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Recipe For Hate

can't you feel it can't you see it
the promise of prosperity
it's overwhelming you and me
it afflicts us like a disease
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue
and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity
the spread of culture
the sword of progress
the vector of suffrage
a warm and septic breeze
the pomp and elation
the duty and vocation
the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony
our fore-fothers who led the way
their victims are still here today
now it's time to erase the story
of our bogus fate
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate

song performed by by Bad Religion
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Recipe of the Holocaust

Here is my death recipe,
made specially for the Holocaust.
The horror of Anti-Semitism
That struck Jews during the Second War.

First there is that shock of Fate
that plunged deep in their predujiced hearts.
Next add in their swelling of fear,
as you wonder where they're taken far.

Drag them to concentration camps,
then butterflies will start to show
Spread around the rumors of others.
Where have they gone? We're not to know.

Garnish with unceasing sadness
that forever is clouded in your mind.
Those beloved friends and family.
In the end, you will be left behind.

Stand up to the horrors for a few more years.
Be prepared for gruesome pains,
because just as you're about to breathe your last
you'll suddenly see some light again.

Perhaps it's too frightening to think about this.
'It's hopeless to try! ' you yell at me.
Just don't be afraid to cry and mourn.
For remembrance is the final part of the recipe.

poem by Antonia Williams
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There are so many things that come into writing a recipe, and it's really important if you're writing for home cooks to be cooking like you are at home.

quote by Sally Schneider
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Recipe For Peace: Reality Check