Best Blackcurrant Poems
The freedom to love is threatened
Is it possible to goes for happiness
in a world of deep injustice?
There is a gray shutter on the mountain
before the sun suddenly lights up the day
Smiling, whistling and soft tones
The delightful taste of autumn's sweet fruits
Autumn does not regret its short time
The "Scream" that was spun
by colorful leaves
Sip on a hot Blackcurrant toddy
Autumn closed the door quietly
and leaves the ice key on the stairs
Death, with its kiss of fire
When the angels of heaven
sprinkle sugar on the ground
Winter drives through your dream
Feel the silence and the absence,
appreciate the presence
25.10.2020
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Poem of the Day 26.10.2020
With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
Some blackcurrant ice cream,
From gondolas to Venice,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
From Connecticut,
Of fine musical,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily,
I love everything,
To jump in a balloon,
Flying over New York,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,
With you Beatrice,
I desire everything,
To suck on lullabies
To write poems,
Without you, Beatrice,
I don’t want anything,
With you, Emily
I desire everything,
To see the pyramids,
To steal the Mona Lisa,
Without you, ladies
I’m too sincere,
I can’t forgive people.
A liquorice sweet has a real variety
has been popular for many years
liquorice allsorts are everyone's fav
such a mixture makes one hit the gear
A cold remedy really needs full flavour
blackcurrant and liquorice sweets a real cure
to get you moving, drive Catherine's Wheel
so it's really tasty makes it the real deal
Now quite diverse is Liq Torpedoes
your taste buds feel a sure-fire hit
from there you can have Liq Comfits
too many will make you unfit
When one is offered a cake dessert
you think its a sponge in soft cream
but Pontefract Cakes are so different
Liquorice small tablets, not what they seem
Now also there's Cream Rock and Liq Sticks
too many to mention including Black Jacks
these were the days of liquorice delight
lovely memories of your tasty sweet rack!
(Just a little piece from my memories of favourite liquorice sweets in my younger days.)
a big fat twaddle twist twisting
To catch a cow in a silky net is said to be one of the most marvellous experience for magnificent magnifications of moo are often found in a lake filled with rust. But travelling over the ground carrying a rake isn't that wise really for snow could fall, as could rain, thus meaning that the trees could wave around and hamper the speed in which the flow of flight travels. So its one two three then.....counting is a pleasurable pastime for the ten little imps sat gathering fodder in preparation for the coming winter. Taking no tickets and trapping no trade. But before hearths immersing in dew is quite often deemed to be a very philosophical mission base. Particularly forntonpaintnan who is quite adept at stringing a house together in origami format. Peanut hats are not to be placed lengthways around a table. For it is far better to have width than heights sometimes for plaster sine wave is a wave of weave and weaving is best achieved ambidextrously in a thirty mile per second whirlwind. So now who wants to play with wands at dusk? Pick up swords with ears? Throw sticks around? Not I said the sad little potato sat in the office. Miles making multitudes. And the dish of blackcurrant singing a soft lullaby on the radio. Radius of spawn then. Whip. Grab no garter heel you shrimp for the table is now ready for the ten glow worms, eighteen geese, twenty nine seconds of a string vest, an arrow, and a wool hat. The jelly fish are arriving so please be prompt. Thank you. Hahaha have you eaten the beans today? Hahaha are you dressed appropriately? Hahaha spin spun. Xxxxx agronomist z that was the p y Q. Reporting live from the makers of the article on 89.0 xxxx rhombus
Il existe une confiture de myrtilles,
Ne parlons pas de la succulente confitures de mûres,
De la marmelade d’oranges, de la confiture de rhubarbe,
Il existe des confitures rouges, des confitures vertes,
Une parenthèse exquise, la compote de pommes,
Il existe de la confiture de prunes, de reine claude,
De la confiture de poires, ou de fruits d’automne
La confiture de fraises que tout le monde adore,
La purée de marrons, la confiture de cassis,
La confiture de framboises, du petit sureau,
Et d’autres confitures de mangues ou de coings,
L’important dans la vie, c’est de toutes les goûter,
Pas d’en choisir une.
There is a blueberry jam,
Let’s not talk about the succulent blackberry jam,
Orange marmalade, rhubarb jam,
There are red jams, green jams,
An exquisite parenthesis, the apple compote,
There is jam of plums, of queen claude,
Pear jam, or autumn fruit
The strawberry jam that everyone loves,
Chestnut puree, blackcurrant jam,
Raspberry jam, elderberry,
And other mango or quince jam,
The important thing in life is to taste all,
Not to choose one.
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!