Seranade De Pooh Journelle, is a cowboy
from BlueBall Penn.
" ka leo e Mister, He ono ka kola niu!
Fleur du Mal" "Holding his prized oboe
Lady' love this man" said his manager
Brymshire Bigkneeze, here's my card.
I'm am the current manager of the
Accent Cola bvrands Tour America.
Fleur and Purser Wallop Mal are
the frontliners of the tour and we
want ya'll to sample our new
product
"Coconut Cola" you'll have an
island accent
after just one drink.. Her try some,
Slurp, slurp,slurp: Ah
that He mea ?ono kela, e ho?a?o kakou
me ka whiskey Celtic:Slurp,slurp,slurp
ahDiabhal meabhairshláinte thú!"
Lose your accent Mister.
"Lose the acent Mister, I know it's you!"
What accent I say's, what accent?
The Altermate Red, yeah it's you!"
What you talking about Mister, Mi name is
Nuala, Seamus, Seamus being mi first, Nuala being
mi last: why do you say I have an accent?"
What's your Paw's last name< mi paw's Hondell:(interupting)
You heard me what's your paw's hondell?
Mi paw's is Hondell it's his name I tell ya!"
Cén blas atá ann? Is é mo fhíorghlór é agus a leithéid.
Is drong mianadóirí scrungaí muid
déanaimid mianadóireacht sna huaimheanna
agus treabhadh na bpáirceanna.
Whatever Mister, lose the accent when I'm holling at you.
Yes sir, but you sure are ignorant.
In referance to mi accent,
what accent it's mi real voice.
AD CAMPGAIN FOR ACCENT COLA BRAND
"WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING?"
Promise me the Kingdom, if I tell you the truth,
Where rivers of cola shimmer their length;
And arrays of burger-trees rain their fruits,
My little sprite laughs into my angry face,
Beholding the slender, swaying stick -
A dream of innocence, so pretty, so slick.
rival colas can't be in the same diner ~ there's no chance for world peace
The year-end creeps, mercuries freeze,
And buzz up English dictionaries,
All in a forward gear
To find Word of the Year,
Which, for Oxford is the slang rizz—
An argot not so clear,
Froth less, bubbleless beer,
Or a cola lost of all fizz!
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Happenings |02.12.2023| word
Poet’s note: Rizz, this year’s Word of the Year, is a slang that means style, charm, attractiveness, ability to attract romantic or sexual partner, and a few more vague things as per Oxford University Press. Big deal!
At the World of Coca Cola
Were mementos by the score,
All of Coke-related products,
Bottles, cans and so much more.
There were posters from the 50’s,
Coke machines and pins and toys
And collectors’ items for the drink
Most everyone enjoys.
After watching little films and
Taking quizzes just for fun,
Our last stop was in the tasting room
Before the tour was done.
There we sampled many flavors
‘Til at last we’d had enough.
I would recommend a visit,
Though I never drink the stuff!
Don't ever vouch for drunk caffeine
That it can't one show one's coffin,
Now,my heart's calm rate quickening,
Later,taxed vessels weakening
Turns it out a search for a lift
But towards Descent final drift.
One begins to question its source;
A system is being moved with force.
The waiter in every cola:
Eaters it won't make a Zola;
Even one drags by the collar,
My best movement A Parabola!
What would you have stimulated;
Samson's bearing simulated?
At the sight of caffeine stiffen:
I'd stop a long chat or briefing.
Why slaying the stars
& rigorously binding their light
for listening ears under the mango tree
to frame folktales for midnight song,
make a geysers of yellowstone
carrying fresh fetch palm wine—
put their tongues to taste the juice,
to kiss the faces of roses.
I tell you, they aren't the equation
where xy=0
the shape of a doughnut
set orderly for rituals—
the contents of misery.
for their body won't be yours
to slice an orange
to fill your sac
after greasing their dreams with frost.
Tales and folktales binds
the mind's eye about firmly,
spearheading log of thoughts—
rock of words, after another
into bridges of unified force.
Father the ship on my head
fanning out memories between
the cracks of my torso why
I press myself under the sun
is s t r e t c h I n g to
kiss my toes after etching
a canvass of you in my mind.
If it is true that God restrict all mortals
from touching the personality of immortals
then maybe, I've a prayer
to pour into my memories
from portraying and plucking gloominess
& grief that holds 1000kg of botheration.
#Excelwrites #poeticrhythmn
in traffic there is an accidie and weariness
and flatness and humdrum of the road
but leonard cohen helps with that
and i think about the poor north koreans
without their fix of coca cola
and the mental health of the finnish with
their billabong of coffee and caffeine flowing
out their ears and the best brand of water in china
has the biggest market reach and woodpeckers don't
get headaches because according to a
professional content provider they just don't
and speaking of the chinese
they've found a hut on the moon
some distance away from their rover; who can tell
who might be living in that hut
i look up out the windscreen at the moon
and imagine myself living in that hut
or maybe leonard cohen is living there now
and england have lost the first ashes test
and outside the hut is a scoreboard showing
australia need twenty runs to win
the hut has become a pavilion and there's plenty of
tea drinking going on
no finnish there pal
and someone shouts howssszat! across the galaxy
as asteroid 4660 nereus misses earth
as i miss childhood
it travels on and on into the depths of the saddle
of the universe
We are going to Pepsi Cola Florida today
But why? Her amused relatives would ask.
Maybe to drink Pepsi? She said right away.
At five, so sad that she has to wear a mask.
Hope Florida weather will be mild all day
So they can watch the manatees bask.
In our other life,
we will learn the sand language.
So, return to your ashes.
And tell your remains that it's all over.
It's a difficult moment to be bleeding.
And let a cloud pass through your grave.
She will squeeze her heart to irrigate the desert that has formed.
Then...in your head.
You'll notice when it stops.
Regarding hearing the news.
That this life isn't worth,
an empty cola can,
You stomped on it with your leg!
Allow the wind to blow as it pleases.
I don't even own a ship.
Without question.
We'll get together.
After a millennium.
In a gas tank.
Written: August 23, 2021
A Brian Strand your choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Brits have gone bonkers over this:
Matt & Gina just shared a kiss!
Unless you are wealthy
Kissing is not healthy
Keep your distance! NEVER share bliss!
I got out the root beer to have a drink.
I poured it in a glass over by the sink.
By accident I went too fast.
I poured way too much for the glass.
Really quick I took a sip,
Frothy foam tickled my lip.
Higher and higher the bubbles rose,
And then the soda went up my nose.
I started to cough, then I started to wheeze
Before I knew it I had to sneeze.
I sneezed so hard, I dropped the glass on the floor,
So I started all over and poured some more.
2005 For Worms in My Lunchbox Collection
Mis besos sabe a Coca Cola
Tengo los labios jugosos como las cerezas
Tengo un gusto dulce para ir a cenar
Siempre ha sido así que no es sorpresa
La coca cola está en el cielo con diamantes
Y me esta volviendo a dar sed quieres un besito que te lleve ala galaxia de donde vengo yo pues con migo y la Coca Cola te vas a ir burbujeando toma un trago Coca-cola / Refrescante / Bubbly bubbles / Go up your nose / Making you sneeze / y siente lo frío y el dulce sabor que con un solo trago no va hacer suficiente para tu sed ... así son mis besos uno solo no te va a quitar la sed del deseo de volverme a besar .....Todo lo que quiere hacer es tocar las lunas de mi galaxia atu lado toma mi mano no tengas miedo Vamos, vamos con la coka cola bien fría
Podemos escapar al gran sol
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Salimos al otro lado
Vamos, vamos, vamos, vamos, bebé
Whoa ah si Llevo mis diamantes para ya no regresar atu mundo y quedarnos en mi galaxia que se llama coca cola
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