There are better ways to travel in town
Past crusty breads, savory cheese, desserts
Two legs move slowly unless pumping down
Move out of the way at expert exerts
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
A slow stroll on quiet streets, disturbed
Darting into cute little shops, askance
Handlebars swerving, our sweet snack is curbed
Waiting for signal that we might advance
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
Children holding on tight; they’re used to this
Going to school, not by foot or by bus
Whilst straddling bike, mama blows a kiss
They weave through traffic; we try not to cuss
On busy European streets, renowned
diving, left, right, recentering, on walk
Here come the bicyclists; they’re all around
You might have to trace my figure with chalk
The colors dance in the sun light
reflections of the sky, the sun, the air, the night
cool chills frosting every breath in flight
taking in the scene
of all the summer left dreams.
Pale greens, yellowing in the grassy flows
amber oaks, hay straw stuffed scarecrows,
crisp leaf foggy maple cider cloves,
wood smoked clay in autumn dusk idle slash,
gold corn flowered pumpkin hash;
every color of a scenic palette wall
painted in the ominous winter sky fall
misted wine in spicy chai tea
fragrant petrichor from the forest seas,
burnt umber leaves turn crimson garnet scenes freed;
mulberry cinnamon flame reds
cranberry chestnut butterscotch breads
scent the kitchens of fall harvest
brown sweater strudel coffee nourishing
bless this seasonal fluttering currency.
Pumpkin
Spicy delights
Flavorful autumn scents
Delicious breads and beverages
Pungent
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Autumn’s abundance attracts adventurers to Munich.
Oompa bands boast boisterous beats.
Beneath the boundless, blue Bavarian skies,
Bountiful banquets beckon where breads and bratwurst blend,
Beer bottles beckon, from barrels and bars.
Steins are sloshed with swaggering splendor.
Generations gather; Bavarians bask in bucolic bliss.
Hearts harmonize in humble hymns of heritage held dear.
Hand in hand, they huddle, harvesting hope
*Oktoberfest in Germany will take place from September 20 to October 5, 2025. This annual festival is held at the Theresienwiese in Munich. (source: oktoberfest.de). You still have time to book a flight and travel to Munich; hotel rooms, though, will be hard to find. smiles
Têtes
Je vois, Aristo, que tu les as mis à l'épreuve
Alors qu'ils se battaient entre eux dans les rues
Tu t'es gavé de gâteaux somptueux et de pains raffinés
Alors que les enfants de cette ville n'ont pas à manger
Tu peux acheter leurs âmes malades avec une pièce d'or
Mais tes richesses ne suffiront pas à te purifier de tes péchés
Et ne pense pas pouvoir échapper à la justice
Quand la révolution en marche commencera
Ta corruption s'est propagée comme un cancer
De la Nef jusqu'à la Reine
Alors tu peux compter sur ton rendez-vous
Quand viendra le temps de rencontrer notre Madame Guillotine
HEADS
I see, Aristo, you have put them to the test
As they fight among themselves in the streets
Gorged yourself on lavish cakes and fancy breads
While the children of this city, have not to eat
You can buy their sicken souls with a gold piece
But your riches aren't enough to clear your sin
And don't think you can run a hide from justice
When the revolution on it's way, begins
Your corruption, has spread just like a cancer
From a Nave all the way up to The Queen
So you may count on keeping your appointment
When it's time to meet our Madame Guillotine
Still, love keeps walking barefoot, though the sky is in shreds,
and the baker swears softly while counting his breads,
though the dogs in the square bark at storms in their dreams,
and the saints in the church spill their wine into streams.
The moon, like a coin someone lost in the hay,
is rolling through puddles at the end of the day.
A drunk in the tavern recites without end
that God’s just a neighbor you greet like a friend.
Still, love keeps walking barefoot: crooked, stubborn, alive,
with pockets of matches that never ignite,
with songs in its mouth that can barely survive,
but sing in the dark like a ship without sight.
It waits at the corner where rain starts to pray,
it hides in a teacup forgotten all day,
and no emperor’s map, and no scholar’s decree
can tell where it starts, or why it chose me.
Beneath the sky’s deep purple hue,
Music calls, the laughter too;
Wheels turn slow, the lights all spin,
And pull us gently further in.
The air smells sweet with candy threads,
With buttered corn and warm baked breads;
A carousel of painted dreams,
It ripples on the moonlit streams.
I watch your eyes in neon glow,
They shine in ways you may not know;
The call of bells, the beating drums,
The thrill before the next ride comes.
We win no prize, yet still we keep
The moment safe, our hearts to steep;
For nights like these are never sold,
They live in us when we grow old.
As the tents fold up tight,
And lanterns fade into night,
We walk back slow, still side by side,
With all the joy we could not hide.
Grace is a free gift
That cover up all drifts
Even in its own shift
It troubles logical thefts
Truly, in problems, it seems there is no grace
Or you think many are out of space
May be its remains are of trace
Meant for those who set the pace
Working grace is for all
Just that many don't listen to its call
And leads it astray to their downfall
Yet, aligned beings get to stand tall
Someone paid for it
To let go of us- punishment
Our troubles and s
Laid down as the sheep for atonement
He died for our sakes
Without complaining of aches
Yet, for us; wines and breads, he bakes
And our destined home, he makes
The soups and breads were fixed
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong.
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons.
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done before the party goers arrived.
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said.
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.
the invisible threshold
i shall not hide
i shall not die
in fervors demeanors
mis-contraception
dedicate that grammar
under sheets i halt breads
nervous
nervous is samsara
the apprehension of sorrow
end sowing of silks
cursiffs
i am also finnish
regalitry and conformity
i thee web
backstrokes towards mercy
another strings pluck
without and gaunt
she labeled and i shrunk
guilded rembrandts
dethroned liberation
my carpentry
and my stones
cementing fences
learning tones
all as duty
and none as before
once again known breach
sand shall never relent
the shore is not bright
#civilrightslaws
The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny
Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late
Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave
In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet
Sinner they came
Children playing
Wine drinking
Cheese eating
While old folks whisper
The smell of freshly baked breads
As the couples dance in the street
We cherished for it was only the simple us
Then came the bombs
Death rang
As children sang
Was no more, is no more…
Long johns on with woolen socks and clothes layered on the body
fuzzy sweater and heavy blanket on lap with hot coco within reach.
Frisky dog wants to play as the cold makes them like puppies
toss her a biscuit and she runs away with the treasure in her mouth.
The wind howls and the chill permeates through weather sealed
windows and doors. The night was single digits and the day stays
below freezing. Old furnace hums along and does what it can.
In the kitchen a stew simmers on the gas top range while the smell
of breads and pies in the oven sweetens the houses air giving it the scent of
home. Throw another log on the fire if you had one instead pull the blanket
up to your chin as the dog jumps on your lap and curls for a nap.
Too cold for comfort is the stubborn chill lingers throughout the house.
The beanie on your head warms your ears as you click the TV on to see
the weather guy standing in the freezing wind telling you its cold,
switch the channel. Some days are good to do little but you get up
disappointing the dog who jumps back in the chair and curls into the blanket.
Things to do and movement warms the body but your nose still feels cold.
Mistletoe and jingle bells
Holidays are here
Christmas lights and
Snowy hills no longer bare
Icy cold and icicles
Treats are being baked
Cookies and breads all that’s good
To celebrate Santa’s wake
And I in my robe
All nice and warm
Sipping eggnog
Ignoring the norm
Horse drawn sleighs
Children on sleds
Laughing and joking
Happiness in their heads
Sugarplums and mistletoe
Carole’s in the street
Laughter and freedom
People are so sweet
Ambrosia and clotted cream
Spread on warm baked buns
Celebrating here at last
Music centered on the fun
peanut
tasty times
in breads, coffee and cakes
hundreds of uses for this crop
I thank God for George Washington Carver
he invented peanut butter
a peanut connoisseur
Georgia farmer
peanut
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