Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
from the wind I come
bubbles lifting my spirit
face of you I reach
drifting like feathers of peach
your voice in echoes commands
After a bubble bath last night
I left the water running
‘O, Soapy Mio!’
Heaven help me
pay for the plumbing
bubbles bubbling up
bubbly from the very start
and then the finish
Today I’m grateful for bubbles…
and how much fun is waiting there…
when all we need is a little soap
a little water
and a tiny bit of air.
Today I’m grateful for bubbles…
and how much fun is waiting there…
when all we need is a little soap
a little water
and a tiny bit of air.
Blowing bubbles in summer grass
Sipping amber bubbles from a glass
Covid quarantine
I need to learn something new
Creativity
I self taught ukulele
I began to hear my song
Music notes on air
Like bubbles floating by me
Pop! I hear lyrics!
Writing feelings; melodies
My thoughts turned to Poetry
I’m a kid who loves bursting bubbles
Because it’s fun to see
No one ever got in trouble
For bubble busting with me
What if we could climb inside
And ride within the breeze
What does it hurt to try
Blow a bubble big enough for me
I will lift my arms up high
And you do the very same thing
We will have a jolly good time
Creating a clear bubble dream
So far only my arm is wet
This bubble must be huge
If I am to climb in it
And ride it to the moon
Oh say can you help create
A bubble as big as a car
So me and friends can climb in it
And ride it to a star
A little girl am I, and I am blowing
bubbles in the air as I am glowing.
I glow with joy to see bubbles everywhere
rising beautifully above me in the air.
Bubbles big and pretty shine with colors of
aqua, grape and lemon, and they shine with love.
When after the sunrise traffic begins to roll
in the morning, Mary goes out for a stroll.
From soap water can someone she doesn’t see,
blows large bubbles that glide her past with glee.
The morning sun glistens on her blonde hair,
flashes colors on the bubbles flying in the air.
She sees them as soaring big pearls that glow,
but she knows inside they are all hollow.
The bubbles waft toward the blue sky,
until they couldn’t float up much high.
Winding slowly in cluster they come down
to touch softly her side-turned tilted crown.
Her fingers silently burst the bubbles one by one,
the sprinkle of delight she senses with great fun.
Bubbles blown, float in the air,
Shaking shining, way up there,
Blow them high, watch them fly,
Then pop them, Saying: 'Bye-Bye'!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Watch them sparkle, watch them grow,
Tiny rainbows, all aglow,
Dancing in the morning light.
Soapy balls up in flight.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Catch a bubble in your hand,
Gently make it belly-land.
Be quick, they're sticky,
The catch is tricky!
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Blow them softly, watch them soar,
Let's blow and pop some more!
Watch them float, up in the sky
Going up, ever so high.
Blow them, Pop them.
Float them, Catch them,
Say: 'Bye-Bye'.
Bubbles
Everywhere
Shimmering spheres
Iridescent air
FLEETING FANCY!
Rainbow's glare!
Fragile dance!
Delicate snare!
Fragile and bright
Reflecting light
Shimmering sight
Playful flight
POP!
BURST!
Fading light
In the air we see
Ephemeral beauty
Fleetingly free
Echo of dreams!
Fleeting decree!
Fragile reflection
For all to see!
Bubbles... bubbles...
A whispered tale
Transient beauty!
A whispered wail!
Illusion shattered!
A fragile sail!
Fading...
Vanishing...
Without...
fail.
She blows the prettiest bubbles from the moon.
Adorable! Said an antelope, who acts like a goon.
She is probably coming back to earth, and I mean soon.
This was stated by a gossipy grandpa baboon.
When the light flickered a shadow whispered,
Psst my bubbles,
For whom have you mustered,
This bear courage to face the fears.
Oh! her eyes knew,
Each ounce, the word of truth.
Yet silent was the air in morning dew
Layered in mist, through and through.
The life that made her eyes, crumbled
Long before the smile that built her.
Today, the shadow pondered,
Oh bubbles,
How long before was it that you actually twinkled?
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