It might say I love you
In order to have you
Speechless
What makes love so
Spectacular
Way more
More than
Craving to be
More than
Due to the realness
Of my desire
I see far beyond
Yesterday
The now allow me
Look to tomorrow
What then is more
Consistent than you
Tad Waddler's Drawbar Vogel Crumpets
1/3 cup of salad dressing
6 cups of selfrising flour
1 1/3 cup of milk
5 tablespoon of sugar
5 tablespoon of cooked grits
5 Tablespoons of sourcream
1/2 shredded cucumber salted and strained
1/2 cup of diced onions
2 teaspoons of crushed garlic
1/4 cooked bacon
1/2 teaspoons of crushed dry dill weed
1/2 teadspoon of lemon juice
1 shredded egg yolk
1 tablespoon of extra dry gin
mix well and scope into muffin tins.
Bake at 350 between fifteen and twenty minutes
sHE STOOD PROUD
SMILING.
HER FACE AS
BEAUTIFUL AS HER
STYLIST ALLOWED.
ONE SPOKE
i DON'T KNOW WHY,
BUT IT IS jULY IN 2024
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
THEN SHE SAID
IN HER NAITIVE TOUNGE
SOMETHING THAT PUZZED ME
SINCE. SHE SAID:
"ELLE PORTAIT UN
COSTUME DE CORPS
AUX TONS CHAIR:
AVES UNE CINQUIEME
BOUTEILLE DE LA
LIQUEUR GAY
SUR L'ETIQUETTE.
c'ETAIT JUSTE SUR
ELLE
SWIG - SWAGGLER!"
If I could play the violin
I'd write a melody
euphonious to draw you in
and play my rhapsody
to bring a smile to your dear face
and calm the storm within
if I could play the violin
If I could play the saxophone
with timbre silvery
I'd paint a poem of pure tone
to laud your alchemy
for you turn iron into gold
and granite to gemstone
if I could play the saxophone
If I could coax an oboe's tone
a dulcet sound divine
to craft a raft for you to own -
a musical lifeline
when waves have knocked you off your course
when winter winds have blown
I'd play a soothing oboe tone
If I could sing a heaven-sent
anthem or hymn profound
I wouldn't need an instrument
when you feel nearly drowned
I'd whisper arias of hope
my mouthpiece, bow, and strings
are prayers for God to heal your wings
and soar beside as heaven sings.
Twenty chains, 1320 ft.
660 ft..03125 or 1?640
30 rows of 80 plants
lavender the scent of Lovers
sweet senual labor
Oh she chorest me!
yes she chorest me!
$3000.00 per acre
Hectars 30.
Peak yeild about
$30,000 per acre!
Pretend to act
or pretend to react
wwhat ya'll talking about
The neatfoot oil!
oil my saddle that my
pants won't look aseat.
Pretend actions
the goal to encourage
what ya'll, like the smell
of success or sumthang?
Sweet thang I do!
yeah thats right I do!
Get the Sparwl workers
thinking.
get the old Bouis sangin'
What ya'll wanna mix ya'll oil wiff mine?
sweet profits and and co-mixasation?
in the mix!
Double you em Eye Loved?
Don't ya'll love me?
I look bass and say?
Look right bassoon you?
ya'll groovin?
right, right, ya'll alright!
sumthang like a groove!
get that thang ah workin!
dance yo' whey back to me!
I be Bach !
I bassoon you do!
I groove too !
ya'll love me?
Care I love you!
whiskey scented deoderant and lavender soap makes yo smell
like a drink!
twenty one and over baby!
Of choirs so richly graced,
Or melodies endowed,
Other strains of new joys,
Oboe sounds so vibrate,
Oft played in symphonies.
Orchestrating music
Once heard, not forgotten.
i married my wife
february 29 2020, we
don't practice those pagan ritual that you
people have.
we love one another.
see ya'll give word to
certain things creating problems.
I married my wife on this day and
we celebrate our time together
using this restriction to be creative
I loves this woman's mind
I loves this woman.
he spoke in front of
NeFrill and said to him
I did those things
and your people suffered
these days are those from
what was said of then
and this is that which is spoken
from the realnest of believing.
Those who shall believe
that I am faithful to him
shall speak me as perfect
yet those who knows truth
speak me as satan.
Iphis wishes me to have
need of her.
Lanthe wish me to
have need of her.
Turing must be crazy
aint getting this cooky coo
the whores of the south
shall be depthful
and fishy.
looking like it should be something special
the right night for us
the need to love
make's this something special
look to the morning
from the crack of dawning
sweet the night with music
sweet the night with love
ah I know you see the morning
thank god
each morning
after your morning kisses
you worrk the day away
do you look for the music
to sooth the nights until morning
do you dance the night's away
from worded by whishpers, a song from the movie Slassic.....
it played in the scene where the six giuy's were working on the alternater on the new tracter, when the tracter broke, he told the staff they were tracters: and to start digging the taters while the machine was being fix....
the mechcanic in the green jumper said" he pulled his D*$k out and started P$ssing in front of me, talking about the economy, I cursed him like he was Satan, that son of a bi$tch don't know who he's messing with!"
HE CREATED A SITUATION WERE SHE COULD
BE SEEN AS BEST
HE WAS UNTESTED
AND SOME WHO KNEW HIM
THOUGHT A CHALLENGE
WOULD MAKE HIM MORE
TRUE TO WHAT HE THOUGHT HE WAS
ECHO'S THE NIGHT BEFORE
WHERE I STOOD
ALONE
AND ALL WHO WISHED ME WELL
FOUND REASON TO BELITTLE ME
THEN MIGHT THOSE WORDS
THAT RESTRICT SUCH
BE NEOGCATED
THAT I MIGHT CHALLENGE
HE WHO WISHES TO DETHRONE ME
WHISK CAN TAIN
YO' BETTER NAME
GUESS DAY SAY SUMTHANG
SUM PEOPLE
LIKE DANCIN TOO
GETTIN DAT RIGHT
DIM DOUGH LITES
WE REHERSTED IT
NOW LET SEE THE THANG
THRU
GIPPA GET THE KITTY-CAT
IT'S COLD OUT SIDE
BRING IN THE HARMONY WIT-CHA
MAN THAT YAK-N-JUICE
SOUNDS SWEET RIGHT NOW
BABY
LET'S SIP ALITTLE WIT YOU
SAY MUSICISM
GET YO' TRUE WITHISM
YA'LL KNOW THE ONE ON TRACK TWO
GIFFA DIFFA FREIND
PITIN WHEN WE GONNA HAVE SUM-FUN
GETTIN IT THRU
DEW DAT DITTY
SHAKE DAT KITTY
GRASP THE GROOVE
SHAKE A LITTLE DITTY
SPIN YO' KITTY
JIGGLE DEZ
AND SING DAT TOO!
THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
2 cups of coconut milk
2 cups of spiced rum
1 cup of chopped red onions
1 cup of red bell pepper
1/2 cup of celery
1/4 cup of crushed garlic
5 Tablespoons of salt
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
4 cups coca cola
1 cup of lime juice
2 cups of water
1/4 cup of vinegar
4 lbs. fresh pork hocks
in a pressure cooker cook for about two hours, or until tender.
serve with a reduced rendition of the sauce,
1 cup of the sauce, 1 cup of pineapple juice, 1/3 cup of vinegar
1 tablespoon of cayenne, cook reduce to about a 1 and 1/2 cup of sauce.
THE OBOE VIRTUOSO
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Check my avatar, a tiny little rose you'll see.
Well, a fairy left it there for me with an invitation.
Did the RSVP bit, got all dressed up, I did agree.
A guest I was allowed, my Leprechaun sensation,
The one who read a note, the Queen had left for me.
The Fairy Queen, of course, was a great recitation.
Some time ago was that chance solemn occasion.
This time, re the invitation, listening to a virtuoso.
The fairies orchestra made up of their relations.
Pixies, elves, a virtuoso, yes she played the oboe!
A fairy from another realm, her oboe presentation,
Worldly music; effortlessly, such emotion, what a show!
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Dedicated to, and Inspired by Victor Buhagiar's POTD Echoes of an Oboe
There is no sweeter sound
than the music of thee
Because I play you,
and you play me.
From your black wooden body
to your silver keys
I play you
and you teach me.
You are my oboe,
I crow on your reed
Because I play my oboe
And my oboe plays me.
Play that Oboe Hobo,
far across the field.
Like a Gypsy dancin'...
never yet to yield.
Play that piper viper,
play it all in song.
Tambourine and magic...
as we dance along.
Sing the mystery of life,
beat the drum and play the fife.
Play that Oboe Hobo...
onward as we go.
See that Gypsy dancin',
all around the camp.
In a trance that she may stray...
just for another day.
See the smoke, it rises,
swirling through the air...
Play that Oboe Hobo,
ing without a care...
Play that Oboe Hobo,
play it all in tune.
Bend an ear that we may hear...
the echo of a loon!
Stretch that note and dance it...
all about the town.
Wayward from the brush we hear...
there's beauty all around.
Play that Oboe Hobo...
down the railroad track.
Like a Gypsy dancin'...
never to come back!
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