titilating the temptable tendrils of time
reveals roads to ridiculous revelations
as soothing scenery assuages soulangst
we will wear our wooley wits wondering…
do dogs of desire drive dreamlives or
can chaos itself create creschendo climaxes,
cooler conscious cosmoses, cerebral and celestial.
chemistry calculations concluded: uncloud.
levitating ladies leave liquid lips languishing
flying fellows fondle even furry fiddleheads
fighting furiously for frontal fortunes
while wishing wanton willows would not weep
past panjandrums predicted pompously that peregrinations
of post bohemian artists produce pictures of specious price.
That's quite a tongue twister of a poem and the food, as always, looks delicious.
PS I know today it is the "paint smell and the artists' delight day"I will be thinking of you and smile 🙂
oh meli,what a combination,the rich words tickle my mind ,andthe delicious food display tells me you wrote the poem after you ate!:lol:I love you meli! :heart:
I like the fact you can do a poem from a food… or it'll be a food from a poem as inspiration? btw, pretty dish!
Magic memorable mood makingversusfabulous faceted food fabrication:pYou´ve entered civilaization again, with a lot of mental energy ,for sure :happy:
Had a poetic dinner myself tonight. And like a good poem the mood lingers. Vegetables and spice has a certain effect on the human body. If the expected effect doesn't occur just add black coffee. That dinner, like a good poem, will return again and again to me even when I get to bed. It's out of control. I will just have to embrace the power of art. And inhale.Mahlzeit.
pam,i really don't know what came over me. these words just wanted to see the light of day i guess… i was barely awake in the morning before coffee even. i was obsessed. strike while the iron is hot, eh?no, meli meli, :heart: the dinner was my closing maneuver for the day. and i didn't roll up the chicken breast myself… frozen. but i did surpass my expectations with the veggie mess. fresh grated turmeric and carrots, sauted oyster mushrooms with garlic and shallot, tofu, sesame paste, miso paste, chicken broth (homemade)homegrown tomatos and brocolli. then in the finaly five minutes i stirred in giant dollop of sour cream… omg. i was so hungry by that time. it was so nutritious i didn't even have to eat today.thaks for commenting b… yes it was more like energy from the poem that drove me all day long. :smile:nic,physical energy too… hey, good one dude… 😎 even today all cylinders firing. :lol:welcome to my blog mr. kjeldson, glad you could drop by. come again anytime. :happy: but what does malzeit mean? please.
meli,:heart: if you are writing a master piece like this while hungry,I can not imagine what you will do after a grand Greek meal ..:lol:now this doesn't go to the direction I wanted it to go! …never mind meI am laughing again and it is all innocent ! 🙂 honest! :lol:I love the list of the spices,the list alone reads as a poem,I wish I was visiting your Restaurant… it must have been something! :heart:
Mahlzeit is german for 'enjoy the meal'. In Denmark we'd say 'velbekomme' or 'må det bekomme dig vel' – may this become you well.
meli, my honey tongued 'liebchen', you always get me. :happy:i'm sure you are just as innocent as i am.i like the sound of velbecomme better… thanks for the translation lesson. i wish i knew all the languages of the world. but life is not long enough for that. don't get me wrong, it's long… but we can't do everything.
"strike while the iron is hot"Absolutely!
I know german, because Denmark is situated on the top of Germany and I spend my entire childhood watching german 'Kinder TV'. I don't speak german if I can help it, but I do understand it.
is that a halo meli? how becoming. :smile:martin,i know just how you must feel… germany has been quite a bully for some time now. i just don't get it about them. my grandfather (mother's side) was german-swedish, but i think he was mostly like a swede not a german… although he was a mathematician. germans are good at calculating everything except how much people will take. even now, i don't think they feel that they have been taken down two pegs; but they have. i do hate it when i generalize.caught that one eh, pam? yep, otherwise when would anything get done?
Well, it's not that I don't like germans. I just find the language awfull, that's all. You can't speak german without shouting, and I don't like shouting at people.
right on about the shouting. i wouldn't even allow my children to yell at me from upstairs… i just ignored them. eventually, if it was important they could come nearer to me and say what was on their mind… of course you always know if it's an emergency.mom,always glad to see you. wish i could share this dish… but… :happy:
😆 Very enjoyable poem and makes-me-hungry photo. :up:
yum yum. dinner looks good.
:up: hope it was just as delicious this time.
it was so delicious i did it again tonight. 🙂
you know, with a stew or a good soup that's true… gets better and better. but this dish didn't work that way. oh, it was tasty but i was already tired of it. luckily i had the forsight to bring home some haagen daas 'rocky road', so i am fine. 😎
Shouting is not appropriate. I never react on people shouting at me. I'd simply pretend I didn't hear them. Even if they'd scream at the top of their voice an inch from my ear, I'd just turn my head and say 'Huh?'. My sons never scream or shout. They are sensitive and very silent guys both of them. Wich can be equally annoying.;)
I finished off Ben & Jerry's coffee heath bar crunch or something like that. need to walk it off this week. either that, or go buy another pint. :lol:James Dobson always said re: whining, simply to say, "I don't hear whining" and then, ideally, the child would repeat in a normal tone… the whining so grates on my nerves.
it takes me four days to finish a pint. i just want a taste… a treat. nature gave kids whining to help them get things. some people are patient and ignore it. i'm more like dobson. or like the indian father that pinched his kid's nose really hard when he whined…. saying "now you have a reason to cry." or something like that… i just read about it but i liked the idea.i am a younger brother by one year and i had to whine and tattle just to survive.
I have to share my pints, btw.
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rofl
you are right, my girl has gotten a beanie baby just about everytime she takes her dad to the grocery store. haha. tonight they just returned with another pint of B&J and NO BEANIE BABY as I made it clear she would get NO ice-cream if she even asked for one. If they came home with one I promised to return it next day. I'm so mean. I even told her not to even look, just close your eyes. She took me seriously and responded, "How, Mom? I will bump into things when we go down that aisle." I told her I was kidding. They just got home, no beanie baby. Hooray! Progress.Although I don't know why Joe can't tell her no. I think he's never wanted to actually go through the tantrum in public and have to invariably leave the facility and come home. I've had to do that and it ain't a picnic. PEOPLE STARE, and then some nod, some even offer some comfort. One man at Starbucks said re: my oldest daughter who was crying and fussing, "take it out and shoot it!" I walked up to him with her in my arms after she stopped and said, "Now, say it!" I was so upset. His friend offered graciously, "From a man who's never had children"… I think I'd ignore it now, 15 years later and me better able to handle rudeness, but it's still hard to take that sort of thing. I just feel a sock in my gut and my temples stiffen. Draw a picture of that! haha.My gang wanted to know what I was up to– I tell them what I'm writing here… Cakes here wants you to know she has 14 beanie babies! Then she asks, "Is he a penpal of yours?" Be well, Scott. Thanks for letting me get out my 50,000 words tonight– my husband thanks you, too.
How about those radio DJs? Do they really have to shout?
Or all the carachters on cartoon network :bomb:
cartoon network :down:
:coffee:
Agreed! :irked:
Good idea :coffee:
me three :coffee:
You might be lying down with a headache. It's an iced cafe mocha for my second cup then no more for the day. My sleeping pattern is too haywire right now.
If You Were Born in 2893…
Your Name Would Be: Vir Vor
And You Would Be: A Comet Chaser
If You Were Born in 2893
o.k. back to work… one more :coffee: first. where would i be without coffee, i wonder. 😎
😆 I'm with Pam, just made three a moment ago, my hub, my girl et moi. bottoms up!
In Denmark we have this saying "After three cups of coffee it's no longer discourteous to just leave.";)We have a broad variety of sayings and proverbs around and about the topic of coffee. And even more on the topic of :beer:.
or online, Aqualion, "After three cups of coffee it's no longer discourteous to just unsubscribe."I truly can't stand the taste, although in France I'd drink cidre avec les galettes, simply because that's how they are served. I'd just about toss my cookies with every sip. Like coffee, it must be an acquired taste.
:cheers:
:cheers:
😆 :coffee: we can sit together, unless you blow smoke in my face :)emoticon please for hot tea and steamed milk? water and lime?
😆 :coffee: we can still sit together, unless you blow smoke in my face 🙂 where's the emoticon for hot tea and steamed milk? water and lime?
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NAY NAY writes:
you are right, my girl has gotten a beanie baby just about everytime she takes her dad to the grocery store. haha. tonight they just returned with another pint of B&J and NO BEANIE BABY as I made it clear she would get NO ice-cream if she even asked for one. If they came home with one I promised to return it next day. I'm so mean. I even told her not to even look, just close your eyes. She took me seriously and responded, "How, Mom? I will bump into things when we go down that aisle." I told her I was kidding. They just got home, no beanie baby. Hooray! Progress.Although I don't know why Joe can't tell her no. I think he's never wanted to actually go through the tantrum in public and have to invariably leave the facility and come home. I've had to do that and it ain't a picnic. PEOPLE STARE, and then some nod, some even offer some comfort. One man at Starbucks said re: my oldest daughter who was crying and fussing, "take it out and shoot it!" I walked up to him with her in my arms after she stopped and said, "Now, say it!" I was so upset. His friend offered graciously, "From a man who's never had children"… I think I'd ignore it now, 15 years later and me better able to handle rudeness, but it's still hard to take that sort of thing. I just feel a sock in my gut and my temples stiffen. Draw a picture of that! haha.My gang wanted to know what I was up to– I tell them what I'm writing here… Cakes here wants you to know she has 14 beanie babies! Then she asks, "Is he a penpal of yours?" Be well, Scott. Thanks for letting me get out my 50,000 words tonight– my husband thanks you, too.YEA BITCH I STOLD YOUR SHIT
bob writes:hey nice poem……………..
hey thanks. :heart:
Arozoo writes:Hi its realy good peom but it will be even beter ur peom if u like did discover some kind of other stories too.i know u can do it if u did the first one thats mean u can do another one righty i hope so>>….
meditare writes:
hi miler can u give me some other kind of peom discribition i did the frist balab u said but there is some other things i also have to addfor parent peom