Ouzo, oh ouzo,can make your head verily spin
But it made me feel like I was morphing into Aphrodite's twin!
And, more potent were your eyes stare and long eyelashes.
Dancing the Greek soldiers dance, OPA and in proud sashes.
Decades down life’s river, in the boat of life, we are one .
I close my eyes, still humming ‘Thessaloniki” loud and strong.
In a blue and white colored dream, I still caress your hand,
As we did long ago to a taunting, lively Bozouki band.
I shall blow out the gardenia candle and say good-night,
Loving you was, and is, forever~my soul’s precious delight..
Agape mou!
Panagiota
Notes on Ouzo!
Miracle Anise-flavored drink that can only be made in Greece
As of 2006, it received the EU-approved………………………..
PCO-Protected Country of Origin!
are these bluebells from Scotland, England, Texas, Virginia or Spain?
I have seen a video, but am not sure, so try to expand my brain.
do they grow in hedgerows, grassland or at the edge of a wood?
they are lovely bluish-lavender hyacinths, I would say if I could.
their bright tubular flowers bloom along with tulips, in May.
attracting pollinators like bees, butterflies and moths along their way.
bluebells symbolize gratitude, humility, everlasting love and constancy.
I want them for my bridal bouquet says my six-year-old-cousin Dee.
bridal bouquets already? We older cousins scoff at the silliness of this.
white bluebells symbolize purity says Charlene, reading from a list.
why would they be called bluebells if they are white? I ask.
getting back to the country of origin, a rather daunting task.
Years from now when they speak of this disease
people will say how they’re not sure where it began.
They’ll talk of how contagious it was…
and how it swept across the land.
They’ll call it a Pandemic…this particular disease
because it had no limitations…
no restrictions
it knew no boundaries
They’ll say how it didn’t matter
ones religion,
sexual preference
color
country of origin
or name
This disease was unrelenting…
single-minded
it treated everyone the same
They’ll say how we passed it on to to one another
at a truly frightening rate
They’ll remember how by the time people knew they had it…
it often was too late.
They’ll talk of searching for an answer…
while many people died
of how this disease isolated them from their families…
and how their families cried.
They’ll speak of this invisible enemy…
say how it was impossible to eradicate…
They’ll even give this disease a name…
they will call it hate.
Years from now when they speak of this disease…
or write about it in their literature
They’ll wonder why so many people died…
when they already had the cure.
They wait, waiting to break the law of any country, they rush in their thousands to gain access to the tunnel**. Why, what do they envisage is at the end, a pot of gold, reality is another camp, until they are sent back to country of origin. These are the poor people who have tried to reach the shores of the UK. Spent their meagre savings to reach this goal,
it stands for freedom
dark mouth, with forbidden depth……
sign says your welcome
** referring to the Tunnel at Calais that connects UK to rest of Europe, thousands of refugees are waiting to enter illegally by storming the tunnel or hiding in back of a lorries. So Sad.
God’s message
Is like a whisper in your ear
We hear it
Yet we misunderstand
He gave me a view
Of our future not yet seen
He showed me peace
In another world
Heaven
Is that paradise
In which we will live
For eternity
God’s message
Showed me an angel
Who spoke to the world
Of a new beginning
For those who are lost
God’s message seems far
For they have not seen
The truth
God’s message
Gives solace to the grieving
They need the comfort
Of God’s words
God’s message
Grants people hope
That their loved ones
Will make it into Heaven
God’s message
Heard by the listeners
Is spread worldwide
To those who seek his comfort
No matter who you are
Or your country of origin
God’s message
Will lead you to Heaven one day
The essence of being is illiterate at best
My swan has a place in society
I am the only one who can breathe
This is the way I see life
Every man and women comes to me in a dream
Expecting nothing I give them something
All who walk are to be in the world , not in the universe
My flavor is always for more love
Can anything be this remote?
I am the master of all languages
The country of origin is the country I hail from
I live in a city, that is sometimes there and other times not
The being I am is all knowing
Live
Sir Knight
Noble warrior
Fighting for and living
Their country of origin in life
Arthur
I'm not politically correct at all.
I find such terms as black, asian or white
just as offensive as any racist term used by any racist in hateful delight.
All such terms, good or bad, only serve to strongly reinforce
the differences of one humanity worldwide across.
I mark "Other" on poll forms whenever asked my race of origin,
and if I must write it out I simply print, "*****sapien."
Country of origin (Where you were born)
I suggest we replace race origins with the above on all the poll forms.
Despite how much we look so differently, why can't we all embrace
the fact that we're all the very same specie?
The One And Only Same Human Race.