Timber had heard about the old froggie frost king
In the middle of winter he heard his croak sing.
“Ribbit and Kribbit, Fribbit, Fruity Frau Fling
I can grand giant wishes, if your notions you bring.”
Timber pulled his injured arm out of the sling.
“Please, sir, can you fix my poor broken arm wing?”
Froggie frost king rose out of the water in full regal bling.
Frozen icicles in his eyes, they truly did sting.
“Hello, lad, your arm is now fixed,” decreed the frog king.
It was the best present of all. To Timber it meant everything.
The entire snow covered forest came alive and began to sing.
“He can ribbit, fribbit and kribbit. He is the Froggie Frost King!”
My love
My life
My dearest wife
it's you i want
it's you i crave.
its you who all i want to see at the end of each day.
my heart beats for your embrace ,
i couldn't carry on life with out you there's just no way
Meine Geliebte
Mein Leben
Meine liebste Frau
ich will dich
Ich sehne mich nach dir.
Du bist es, den ich am Ende eines jeden Tages sehen möchte.
Mein Herz schlägt für deine Embrace,
Ich könnte das Leben ohne dich nicht weiterführen, es gibt einfach keinen Weg.
Meine Geliebte
Mein Leben
Meine liebste Frau
ich will dich
Ich sehne mich nach dir.
Du bist es, den ich am Ende eines jeden
Tages sehen möchte.
Mein Herz schlägt für deine Embrass,
Ich könnte das Leben ohne dich nicht
weiterführen, es gibt einfach keinen Weg.
Frau cow now chow
How thou plow prow?
"Pow wow!" vow sow
Eva Braun was a flexible kid,
Athletic, and puppy love loyal.
She played in the background, kept pampered and fed.
Frau Goebbels instructed her morals.
Eva Braun war ein sehr hübsches Mädchen
Who basked in the light of her Fuhrer.
She lapped up the Kool Ade and swallowed her guilt;
Never spoke to a Nuremburg juror.
Eva Braun was a practical girl
Who knew how to butter her schnitzel.
She silently offered her cyanide vows
While her bridegroom was kissing his pistol.
They tell you that life’s an obnoxious blare,
And you can’t mend the situation.
There’s no point in stopping ruination
Or halting any stigmatization.
That is just it; life is plainly unfair.
Even if life always seems unfair,
Its joyous aspects must not be lost.
One day, every frau meets her herr.
And although we all have to pay the costs,
A bridge to happiness can still be crossed.
The Chinese have a dog called, "Chow"
It does not taste much like a cow
The Italian, "Ciao"
Is never highbrow
Yet either one help bed a Frau!
‘Twas the night before Christmas in the little town of Oberflugelschweinsaxenmitcracklingewurst.
(There are some that are much longer; it isn’t the worst)
Now hier ist ze haus of ze happy family SCHMIDT
Und Herr Schmidt mit rosenconk giving ze gluwein a hit
Ze Schmidt kinder all excited - Santa Claus kommin to town
Und everyone so merry, mit big smiles, und never a frown
Und zere in ze garten ze liddle haus you know what for
Zose are ze shoes of Frau Schmidt sticken aus unter ze door
Und now here ist gekommin Santa Claus on der grosse toboggan
He is singin Oh! so merry cos he also had a noggin
See ze reindeer geklompin uberhead, leaving Lufthasa standingk
Zen down zey are kommin - all ready fur ze Landingk
Ach! Meine Gott! Zey are heading for ze liddle haus in ze garten!
Kablunden! Blitzen ! Alles Kaput! Ze liddle haus Ist geflattened
Und Frau Schmidt ist runningk aus mit ze knickers round ze ankles!
Zat’s enough to spoil your Christmas; in ze snow it really rankles
Fater Christmas zen ist sayingk: "Shtupid dumkopf reindeer - Heraus!
I gave you clear instruction to be landing on ze SCHMIDT Haus !!!!!"
Adam, I haven't a care in the world
eating apples or drinking, so absurd
The devil it seems, was his best mate
I laughed when they kicked his butt out the gate
Its Eve that makes me stay up at night
Her kindness, always, like a bright light
Worry I do that she is well and ok
All of humanity has a stake in Eves day
Forever quiet, never one for attention
Yet when angels sang she was there for redemption
She has transcended time and lore till now
I know, for she is the sweetest frau
Her paintings lift up any sad heart
Musings written, all a la carte!
She is one of the greats in the arts
Softly with sweetness, knowledge imparts
She never gave Adam a second thought
For her, ol sonny was all a heart ever sought
Now Cain and Abel had another brother
yet they hated the other, to each they would smother
The other brother is not found in the books
he was too busy writing poetry, down by the brook
The moral of this story is any and none
I just wanted Eve, to smile some!
Chastity is the jewel of a girl and character ,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women of such ornamentation
Like a diamond , like a precious stone
Not to expose , A girl of such Tone(Type)
Like a motherland , like a home
The dignity of a girl Mariyume(Virgin Mary)….
Clubs are not the places of the Holy Frau
The trade of a girl is not worthy of a nation
Not are the sons the whore-monger of daughters!
Like a shield in the battlefield, are the sons of the nation
Character of a girl , the character of a nation
Future builder are the daughters of the nation
Spoiling a girl , is spoiling a nation
Making not marring is the Job of the belle(Beautiful) creation
Purity ,Modesty is marking up(marking up is increase value) a girl
Making her the Mother Mary of the nation
Chastity is the jewel of a girl and; Character,the ornament of a woman
Exalted are the women of such Ornamentation
EINSAMKEIT von Satis Shroff
Die Dame mit den silbernen Haaren
sitzt vor ihrem Wohnungseingang
Und denkt über ihr Leben nach.
Ihre Tochter Androula ist wohlauf in Deutschland,
Ihr Sohn Janis lebt mit seiner Frau in Athen.
Und sie?
Sie lebt in Einsamkeit und Gebet,
Eine Witwe in Schwarz Tag ein und aus.
Ihre Beine sind schwach und ihr Gang instabil.
Ihr wird es häufig schwindelig.
Aber das schlimmste
Ist ihre fehlende Erinnerung:
Ich kann an meine ferne Vergangenheit erinnern,
Aber ich weiß nicht mehr,
Ob ich meine Kapseln eingenommen habe,
Oder nicht.
Wie lange kann ich noch auf mich aufpassen?
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A thing of beauty on her wrist
was confiscated by a nurse
who looked for items soldiers missed
in places (and by means) much worse.
They branded her inside the camp,
a thing of beauty on her wrist
replaced by Hitler's horrid stamp,
a stinging band below her fist.
With teeming glee, Frau nurse had hissed,
"Thank me that you won't see the baths"
A thing of beauty on HER wrist
the gleaming fee of psychopaths
Now, she who bears the mark of war
lives free and wears her scar not with
remorse. It's more, at eighty-four,
a thing of beauty on her wrist...
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Zum Tod der Frau meines Cousins am 17. April 2011 / The Death of my Cousin's wife, April
17th 2011/ La muerte de la mujer de mi primo en abril 17 de 2011 (Kintaishi)
Ein ausgelöschtes Leben
Die Zeit vorweg genommen
Verschwimmende Gedanken
Wie Bilder, die verblassen
An annihilated life
Anticipated in time
And then almost blurring thoughts
Like some fading images
Una vida aniquilada
Anticipado en tiempo
Borrosos pensamientos
Desvaneciendo imágenes
There's a party going on upstairs,
your invited, to come and have a scare.
H.G. Wells, will meet you at the gate,
costumes required, hurry don't be late.
Vincent Price will be tonights D.J.
Halloween is his favorite Holiday.
He's spinning "Thriller", while dressed up as "Kiss".
Watching Claude Rains do the "Transylvania Twist".
Steve McQueen came dressed up as the "Blob",
he's serving up the zombie shish-ka-bobs.
Elsa Lanchester placed real bats within her hair.
While Marty Feldom keeps yelling "Frau Blucher".
At the stroke of the witching hour,
St. Peter amps up all the power.
A disco ball drops down from a cloud.
Out on the dance floor, forms a massive crowd.
Michael Jackson then leads them all in dance,
while Lon Chaney and Karloff take their chance,
to join the angels in harmony,
While "Monster Mash" is sang by Lugosi.
Even the Devil made it through the door.
He's the one sporting an Elvis pompadour.
So much fun is had by one and all,
at Heavens Annual Halloween Ball
For Heaven Hustle
By: Tony Brooks
As death creeps out of the darkness,
A mother becomes the rope in a (Tug of war.)
A child reaches to help its’ mother in her weakness,
And stares death in the eye with abhor.
The rope falls limp in sure defeat,
Yet the child pulls on the strength of heart.
Against the evilness and deceit,
Fighting with the will to not be apart.
The hooks of death on weary knees,
Shackling the arms, exposing vulnerability.
Screaming and crying the words of “please”
The mother rests with peace and tranquility.
A child left to battle life’s groans,
Preparing for the encounter and all its’ lour.
For one day she will meet Mr. Bones,
And she’ll be the rope in her child’s (Tug of war.)
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Inspired by Brian’s Picture Poem’s Contest
Käthe Kollwitz, Death and the Woman (Tod und Frau), lithograph, 1910.
http://www.mmoca.org/mmocacollects/artwork_page.php?id=31
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