#chefs - Hello Poetry

Spinning round a windy ledge, i kiss the cross around my neck, these fever dreams replace the likes of you. Grinning into space, alone and lost, the dampened linens lie, as i wake up, covered in fake love. In my den the china white, embraced my blood and laced my night, an amuse-bouche of courses left to come. The past three years I can't recall, coulda been fun, but was it worth it all, i'm a coma patient lacking an excuse. Truth, is hard to come by, You, are a stranger in my, Eyes, collude disguise.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC

_trf

china white amuse-bouche

Spinning round a windy ledge, i kiss the cross around my neck, these fever dreams replace the likes of you. Grinning into space, alone and lost, the dampened linens lie, as i wake up, covered in fake love. In my den the china white, embraced my blood and laced my night, an amuse-bouche of courses left to come. The past three years I can't recall, coulda been fun, but was it worth it all, i'm a coma patient lacking an excuse. Truth, is hard to come by, You, are a stranger in my, Eyes, collude disguise.

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the story of two lonely souls.... Who found each other, without cajoles... Neither had ever had a mate.... Yet Jack and Gill decided to date..... They felt an instant connection.... As both were Chefs and had a fixation.... One for Chicken the other for Bacon.... And so decided to take their direction.... From what they had learned in life.... Party animals that they were.... And perhaps now you can concure..... Their feelings for each other.... Was so far from any another.... People just didn’t understand.... Why when they walked, it was always hand in hand.... They never strayed and held tight to their ways.... Believing their world was just another phase.... But eventually the world would accept you see.... That what they had was called * “ smaltzy “.... *Yiddish word for rendered chicken / animal fat or a garish over the top fancy party...

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC

kjforce

To Each His Own...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the story of two lonely souls.... Who found each other, without cajoles... Neither had ever had a mate.... Yet Jack and Gill decided to date..... They felt an instant connection.... As both were Chefs and had a fixation.... One for Chicken the other for Bacon.... And so decided to take their direction.... From what they had learned in life.... Party animals that they were.... And perhaps now you can concure..... Their feelings for each other.... Was so far from any another.... People just didn’t understand.... Why when they walked, it was always hand in hand.... They never strayed and held tight to their ways.... Believing their world was just another phase.... But eventually the world would accept you see.... That what they had was called * “ smaltzy “.... *Yiddish word for rendered chicken / animal fat or a garish over the top fancy party...

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If you think about it Taste Is simply our mouth’s perception Of food A label Way to identify The real purpose Is to be broken down For fuel, to patch up, to help us grow Basically construction material Yet We put so much emphasis on taste We identify food with it We have chefs We have critics We have pastry chefs We have sous chefs We have so many different varieties, cuisines, etc etc etc Yet, it’s a whole field, a whole profession, a big deal out of nothing As we humans are so skilled at doing Yet, Is it nothing? Truly?

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC

CynicalStrawberry

Taste

If you think about it Taste Is simply our mouth’s perception Of food A label Way to identify The real purpose Is to be broken down For fuel, to patch up, to help us grow Basically construction material Yet We put so much emphasis on taste We identify food with it We have chefs We have critics We have pastry chefs We have sous chefs We have so many different varieties, cuisines, etc etc etc Yet, it’s a whole field, a whole profession, a big deal out of nothing As we humans are so skilled at doing Yet, Is it nothing? Truly?

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