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I never like cigars
same way I never liked liver and onions
brussel sprouts or menudo
Were you the Nazi that made kids clean their plates
Food should be fun not torture
Ice creme for dinner was a favorite of my wife's
Left over pizza for breakfast is one of mine
My dog likes my cooking just fine
She even likes bananas and beans
Latin cooking always tastes better the next day
The juices have had a chance to soak in
I gave up smoking 1974(cigaretts that is)
Never looked back
Red wine white wine and shades inbetween
it all goes down smooth as silk sheets
"Tekillya" is such a psychodelic drug
Made from the catcus don't you know
Mushrooms- shrooms are to die for
they add texture to simple eggs
Chili is the perfect food
Beans are life sustainers for no brainers
Pipes and snuf cancer killers
Yogurt and keef stay away from that beef
Fish is cool it's a shame we killed all the oceans
Shrimp and cod and salmon and the like
Bass and trout and crappie and northern pike
Chicken running free is the food for me
I love duck eggs
I love chocolate
I love my son's bakery treets
Posole and enchellidas both red and green
Eat them for freedom eat 'em real hot
Cook 'em for friends
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Old enough to say what I want and need.Sweet old man with "miles to go before I sleep". Cured in aged sprits and smoked just right. "It's alright Ma,I'm only thinking". I love peace as having tried WAR. Equal oppertunity man so to speak. Also, ALL ART AND POETRY IS COVERED UNDER COPYRIGHT LAWS. All pieces created by artist/poet and owner of this "Blog Spot-BlackCoffee Jazz.
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- longjonblu
- Pecos, New Mexico, United States
- I am a Vietnam vet,father of 4,poet and damn fine person if I do say so myself. Well traveled but miles to travel before I sleep.
1 comment:
Well, my well versed friend. How very cool. I want a blog. How do I get one? I'm impressed with your prose.
I fear life has made you somewhat hhhmmmm..thinking of the right word. I would say jaded but you are too good a person. Maybe disillusioned. Who am I to judge.
I'm just pleased you care enough to share them with me.
I will love you forever and am so grateful to God he brought you back into my life. Here's something I wrote
Looking out the window, daekness in the sky. Wondering why he left her, no one to ask why.
Alone in the dark she began to softly cry, That's when she first learned the meaning of goodbye
She won;t be crying those tears any more, she won;t be waiting for him at the door. She did the one thing we all want to do.She found her way to a love that is true.
As days turn to weeks and weeks became years, all that she once loved finally disappeared. It's taken a lifetime and more than one try, to get back what she lost when he said goodbye. she won;t be waiting for him at the door and she won't be waiting for him any more. She's done the one thing we all want to do, she found her way to a love that is true.
No child should ever be left or put aside. No child should ever have so much pain inside. People remember the things that you do, sometime take a little heart and break it into.
This is the last song I was working on when my husband died. Maybe you could put some music to it. That would be too cool. I wish you and your's a beautiful Christmas. Love and laughter...M
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