TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & crushed into the cable car,
Just in time for schocolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forking fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Por favor
I’d like some more
Danke shoen
Thanks again
Sayonara
from Guadalajara
A danke Schoen
A Shoen danke
Poor Hilde works all day in a dull bank
A Shoen danke
A dankde Schoen
Prost! Cheers! Zum wohl! ~ Down the drain
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists
skiers good,novice & the inactive
on a flight from London-Heathrow
trusting Italy was full of snow
Huddled in a coach past Trento
disembark in MSV's mountain shadow
crammed & cushed into the cable car
just in time for hot scholate in the the bar
Up early to claim skis & boots
dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits
wait in line for the mountain chairlift
at the top jumping off pretty swift
Down & up the beginners' slope
in a whiteout with a prayer& hope
Pasta for lunch again & again
but good to miss out of the English rain
Learning the knack of evening fondue
joining the folk-dance without a clue
saying danke to Karl the owner
back on the bus to airport Verona
Year Posted 2007
I have a book of emotions that I often refer to when I think about a person, that person might be you. In the index, I scan for the feeling, the feeling that is your words, your thoughts, your actions, your reflection.
In this book, that I visit, this place of reflected now, I recall the meaning for our friendship and think my Gott wow.
Excitement, most often comes to mind, für the joy of your sarcastic wit. The tease of your frown smile Freundin.
In your gift to me, it’s not the object, but the thought of its use, that delights my desire to be euphoric in phonosympathetic admiration.
Danke dearest surprise. I shall wanderlust misplaced notes bridged by accidental harmonies until we can meet again in Berlin, or Rome, but somewhere our friendship will call home.
Danke Bitte und Mehr
David J Walker
It was a land of foreign thought
And I was the denizen drifter
In uniform that hid my ignorance
and poverty
In an OD Green costume that was
Barely me
Rarely me on weekends
One who could pass for a different class
Of vagabond wandering across
the borders alone
So far from home
That I was thoughtless
And homeless
Eager to be accepted even if it was as
Young and clueless
If not mysterious in my ways
The heady days of youth
Learning truth in a different language
Beginning with three words
Danke Bitte, Und Mehr,
Which opened the door for
Life-changing opportunities
Danke, Bitte, Mehr
Seemed to be the key that
Could open a locked door
Or
A locked heart
For a young man willing to
Accept the path into
Migrants quarters
On the distant borders of
An expatriate's temporary bivouac
Finally
Leaving was leaving a home again
Wondering if I would ever belong again
In my native land
with my adopted tongue
Thick with memories that would
Follow me forever to my grave
My Two German Beaux,On a TVCooking Show
Oh, how I love sauerbraten
and that divine apple strudel!
But it was even better to see
Guy Fieri with my two old German
Chicago beaux on his TV show!
Why, I nearly lost my noodle!
There they were,still very comely,
on the cooking channel.
Making a great German dinner
Why,I almost knocked my German
beer stein off the mantle!
I was thinking back to times in
Chicago of soccer games and
festive Deutsch holidays!
When we danced like their was
no tomorrow.
Who ever dreamed time would
pass so fast!
I felt like Alice in Wonderland
peering through a magical,
looking glass.
When I was young, never once
believing time would pass!
11-3-2019
Dedicated to Peter A, in Chicago,
who was the inspiration for this
work! Danke, my friend.
The President's daughter, Ivanka,
Designed the steel bra Vielen danke
But Trump can not cope
With what he can't grope
So he slapped a tariff on Tonka!
THANK YOU LORD
For Your love and Your tender care;
When I need You, You’re always there
Helping me as I walk life’s road,
Showing me the way, lest I stray, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For Your word that showed me my need,
For the ones who would preach and plead,
For the day You took all my sin
And gave me Your peace, full release, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For the blood that You shed for me
On the cross there at Calvary,
For the day You rose from the grave
And the power You give as I live, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
For this land where I’m free to pray
And to praise You this special way,
For the hope that some day I’ll go
To Your home on high, ne’er to die, so I say, “Thank You, Lord.”
When I stand there on heaven’s shore
Free from sin there forever more,
I will look in Your loving eyes
And say it again, this refrain, “Thank You, Lord. Thank You, Lord.”
These words written to “Danke Schoen.”
Untimed
Untamed
In the face of a thousand horsepower
Up rises the man of the hour
His passion peaked
His focus tweaked
Raw
Pure
He spins and loops
Whirlpools each lap
Egos over rev
An enchanted V-twelve
The archangel
Fallen to enthral
Thrusts his sword through my wall poster
In a chariot mounted a motor
The Red Baron
Supercharged to slay the dragon
A German craftsman
Piloting the air bending chicane
Driven around his own soundtrack
Blazing the chequered flag
Atop the podium
A mesmerised coliseum
A roar like an earthquake
A Danke!
A gold medallion to his bullion
Akin to Hamilton
A well formulated campaign
In a splash of champagne
A force of nature in his prime
Inspired in me
A shockwave like a tsunami
You beat the clock Schumi
Bus 333
Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even before cock crows
And set yourself out all for my sake;
Your storage you fill to the beam,
Your powerhouse you fire to warm,
You sweep the aisle and mop the deck
You polish the seats and empty the bins,
Your fire extinguishers are all in place;
How much you care for me !
Danke, danke, danke.
6.10 is the meeting time,
Under the shed I see your light
Piercing the thick wintery cloud,
Your rollers daring the whitish heaps,
Your long antennas twisting left and right,
Unceaselessly wiping the chill ice ,
Who could have loved me more ?
Danke dir, mein lieber Bus.
No, you will not bypass me,
You will not even hurry me up,
But carefully you will lift me up,
Give me all necssary attention;
Your guten Morgen delights me,
It brightens me and gives me joy;
And when I finally settle down,
In my direction you will zoom
Watching front,watching back;
And when our do becomes done,
Deligently you will park and wait,
Auf Wiedersehen,auf Wiedersehen ;
What a great love is this ?
Lieber Bus 333,ich liebe dich,
Lieber Bus 333,ich danke dir.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
22/2/14
Whether you are in Osaka or Tokyo,
the right thing to say is “arrigato”.
If you ever get stuck in Moscow,
“spassiba” will help you out somehow.
When you are in Mumbai or Hyderabad,
you can always say “dhanyavaad”
In Turkey along the Eurasian rim,
getting by is easy with “teshekkur ederim”
In Bonn or Berlin, in order to gain,
you can always do it with “danke schoen”.
If you are in Paris or Montreal,
just saying “merci” is saying it all.
When you are in Madrid or Caracas,
gratefulness is expressed as “muchas gracias”
If you are in either North or South Korea,
you can make friends by saying “komapsumnida”.
If you have a rather steep climb in Brazil,
“obrigado” will get you over the hill.
Wherever you go in the world today,
just remember that “thank you” is the thing to say.
I want to say thank you
In some of the languages of the world
To all the soup members
For you have helped my heart to twirl
You've add bits of humor, rhythm, and definitely some rhyme
From writings on many topics when you have the time
Thank you (English)
Muchas gracias (Spanish)
Danke schoon (German) Suppose to have two dots on top of the schoon but I don't
know how to do that
Merci beaucoup (French)
Arigato gozaimasu (Japanese)
Grazie (Italian)
Topadh leibh (Scottish Gaelic)
Toda raba (Hebrew)
Mamnoon (Farsi (Persian))
Spasibo (Russian)
Liels paldies (Latvian)
Efharisto poli (Greek)
Toa chie or Xie Xie (Chinese)
Shukran gazilan (Arabic)
Obrigado (Portugese)
Mahalo nui loa (Hawaiian)
In a round about way this came from the internet. If any are wrong correct me . If
you can add some put it in the comments box. Everything we learn helps us to
grow.
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
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