If it's true -
Is it true that
Even the greatest sinner of them all
The devil ?
Can anyone, no matter how -
Can someone like me?
If they can yet become
Like that
If that's so -
Then is it true
Possibly truly know
Is it feasible.
Well if anyone wants to know if you can help me out ~with~ the flow
Then yes I want to go.
Even if it hurts to see.
come meet the greatest cereal of all time said the Moon
It was noisy as a tornado, storm, hurricane or sonic boom
Made lovely noises, which were over way too soon
The name was appropriate – Snap Crackle and Boom
this must be a USA cereal, a foreigner said to me.
Oh yes, I agreed, as he finger pointed out on his cup of tea
It is one of the things that make us great, but it is not free
there is a tariff on it, so it now costs more than any utility.
The little humble bean
that found its way into a cup
made a splash upon the scene
after Kaldi’s goat had stirred it up
it travelled fast and well
from Ethiopia to Yemen
some called it the drink from hell
until Clement became a fan.
the aroma crossed the pond
and Boston had to celebrate
once the New World had succumbed
it quickly poured out into states
before old London knew
they served it morning, noon and night
this penny university brew
would see its name put up in lights
in newspapers and magazines
the high street flooded with its shops
a berry rarely seen
in processed form warmed more than pots
served in different ways
from skinny whites to espresso shots
cappuccinos to tall lattes
we toast the goat that time forgot.
Travel with me and enter
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;
Lose yourself in the wild beauty which resides within
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,
"Oh blessed beating heart, "
enter the flowered thoughts of a poet's nest, delve into the
sanctuary of God's Grace,
for it is here that you belong.
Seen through the eyes, felt with the heart
ensconced with a soul your free to roam,
inside roads less traveled, where timeless voices
are heard, through the echoes of all time.
You belong to the One who has given you,
both shape and creed.
I didn't even touch the heel of the frog
I am the most insignificant and invisible man lost in the sea of humanity
my head has no aura, my hands do no miracles
not even my mouth dripped nectar in the ear of silence
I'm such an ordinary man
so that even the definition of the ordinary looked at me strangely
I left the place at the top of the podium
for those who really
he deserves it.
I sink into oblivion
I dress in silence
and look at the sky
he's the only one who doesn't expect anything from me
You are my empty page of love
my double spaced sheet of solid white
you are my blank canvass
my heavenly shade of metal alloy
and I am your Helen of Troy
This Iliad of love
contains spark notes of our passion
No Greek God can ever compare to you
you
my warrior of all Time ....
Do you have: "That Summer Feelin"
- by Jonathan Richman (1984)
Finally: "School's Out for Summer"
- by Alice Cooper (1972)
Yes, : "Sun is Shining"
- by Bob Marley and the Wailers (1971)
Because: "Everybody Loves the Sunshine"
- by Roy Ayers (1976)
You can ride on: "Heat Wave"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1963)
Give you a sense of: "King of the Beach"
- by Wavves (2010)
Maybe you already: "Dancing in the Street"
- by Martha and the Vandellas (1964)
Feel it: "Good Vibrations"
- by Beach Boys (1966)
Magical ... : "Summer Nights"
- by John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John
A good advice in the end: "Take It Easy"
- by the Eagles (1972)
But, enjoy your summer vacation
25.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Oz
Wizard
Wicked witch
Emerald City
Lions and tigers and bears oh my
Insuring singer Judy Garland immortality
She is most watched movie of all time, thrilling generation after generation
smile in a picture
hidden words when snapped there in
beauty of all time
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