golden gift of morning
emerald jewels of afternoon
mint of evening moons
Treasures of the Past
[Verse 1[
In a dusty room, treasures of the past,
Framed memories linger, shadows they cast.
A man reflects on stories untold,
With the wisdom of ages, and courage so bold.
Echoes of laughter, the smiles and the cries,
Time stands still as the moment defies.
[Chorus]
Timeless memories, captured in light,
Friendship eternal, in the soft twilight.
Each glance tells a story, each line holds a dream,
In the dance of the past, nothing’s as it seems.
[Verse 2]
Beside him stands a figure, made of wood and paint,
Silent but knowing, no need for complaint.
They share a connection, both old and new,
In the heart of this haven, friendships grew.
Through thick and thin, tales woven tight,
Together they shine, like stars in the night.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
So, here’s to the moments, forever we keep,
In the whispers of history, our souls gently (s)weep.
This special green chills the mouth after releasing the burning truth.
Mint asks to unclench your jaw.
This is the green of relief and collected cool.
This green quiets when the world is too loud.
When your thoughts are full of gloom.
Mint helps steady and clear the soul
Leaving each breath with enough room.
Mint is the green of instruction.
It keeps your shoulders loosened.
It tells you never to erase what you have clearly been given.
Mint caresses the body
It appears with no demand.
This green is a green of self control
A green who knows what to withstand.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~As I am hid from time.
To let loose the rushing memories
To finally give in and fall apart —
Let a healing water to wash over
And purge this, my ailing heart
To drown every trace of the pain
To do nothing but to weep
That before the night has passed
I, at last, be allowed to sleep,
To bear the raging sledge before me
To shatter the shimmering glass
That the tears come flowing forth
And somehow cleanse the past.
~Tears stream unbridled from jammed doors,
~When love jolts once bottled glass.
MINT, my favourite herb, sharp yet sweet
Invigorating, cooling, balancing menthol beats
Nautical it tastes, flavouring salads or pasta neat
Tantalising sensation, delicious for bodily treats
My nail polish matches turquoise streak on the menthol cigarette.
My mood matches the greenish mint blue color of my cuticles.
My day going by as long as nail polish had to dry.
Tea Time
Lilting songs tuned up at tea time,
Mint scent pervades the nearby air,
No time better than at morn
On to start the day with soft taste,
Pursue the journey with a bang.
Mouth watering taste
cooling effect on tongue mixed
with chocolate chips
In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine.
A mother's love, an eternal lifeline.
Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on.
She was holy and a saint like persona.
Through her Guiding hands and a comforting embrace,
So many greats emerge.
Her absence, a longing I can’t negate.
Because it’s painful, but pain is all I got.
Through tear-stained skies and whispered prayer,
Her spirit lingers, a presence rare.
She was Loved, she was cherished and adored by all.
A minute spent + her, a lifetime reverberations.
The mother, the friend and the legendary Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
A President, A billionaire, A beggar, she don’t tell apart.
She came, she lived, she thrived, all in a short story line.
A love so pure, now in moments, she's gone.
She was an inspiration to all,
she was remarkably unique,
she was a phenomenal woman.
She raised me up like a father, loved me as mother and respected me like a leader.
She was the greatest ever friend and
a mother +,
more importantly she was Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
I am sitting in a black, hard plastic
Chair which has a leg and one more
And fire in its heart. And then the grass
Was screeching at the top of their lungs
For the witches spell had put the flame
Out. Plums were hanging on the branches of
Old Sir Willow but they dropped and drooped.
Who? Let’s take a journey down the rabbit
Hole, no, the goblin and it’s neighbouring
Hobbit. We go down or north but yes, it is
Going towards the smell of fading emerald
Crystals and Water and Teacups. One more
Tourist spot with a flag on it, which I’m really
Looking forward to - do you know the small
Spirits which sing in silent pitches and do you
Hear them hiding inside the mint leaves?
A little question for the U.S. Mint, how do you decide which President to print?
Which Presidential portrait fits best on the money?
Why did you put President Jackson's face on the $20?
If Abraham Lincoln was our best President, why is
he only on the $5's that we've spent?
It's well known that George Washington slept everywhere,
so perhaps a lower denomination was morally fair.
A chance for a little historical reflection, please explain
this currency connection?
I have Smelly Armpits and
Bursting to Go
but; I'm heading to the supermarket
the condiments aisle
I meet my neighbour
like conversing with a
pigeon
give me the full recipe
he says
he has arm wrestling
intelligence -
but how to get out of it
unsex me now
come, thick night
he talks about his hedges
I shoplift
the sugar puffs
I
Moon is a Necco
Wafer, Sugar Babies, we
‘Neath the Milky Way.
II
Yorks, the Musketeers!
The Swedish Fish froth away
From the Whopper Balls.
III
The dark side of Mars,
The Salt Kiss on the Heath,
No mint’s on the bed.
Penelope could touch her toes
And quickly would assume that pose
But everyone knows
It isn't her toes
That beckons to so many beaux!
I scream
I dream
I love ice cream,
Brain freeze
This is agony,
Salted caramel
Or mint choc chip,
Strawberry sundae
Tastes good to me,
I have a confession
I love rum and raisin,
I scream
I dream
I love ice cream,
The taste and the texture
I think are heaven,
Out of ten
I score ice cream eleven.
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