O boulder, with pitch resin shine!
Flicker fine at night!
Fate and Fortune, thus we dine!
Sign, O line of sight!
Ichor in immortal veins?
Crenellate to hold.
No use waiting for the rains!
Sane and centrefold!
Explain, O my spark-lit brain?
Bone of throne and bane!
Blossom inward! Core and chain!
Melee, meet the main!
Gone and unreturned? We learned.
Oh, what we discerned.
Night of nail and ne'er-do-churned!
How the bodies burned...
Yellow streaks in starry sky?
Panels on the fade.
Foxfire, foment on the fly!
Beckon as ye bade!
Climate of the covenant?
Back the boneyard bright?
Feet of clay, about me plant!
Cant cerebral, kite!
Mortal life, upon the knife?
Who to target, strife?
Circumstances, rhyme or rife?
O Rhine River, fife!
Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo
Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way
If she takes a step, let her trip on her ugly tongue
Do not let her make friends or have any fun
Slickety Slackety shuffled sure enough complete
Take away her taste buds to taste anything sweet
Give her cheeks a headache, make her front teeth crazy
Let her be known as a witch who is nothing but lazy
the warmth in the eyes
is how the mountain outlines
left in me, unspoken
by sunsets
by the ghosts of what never happened
the echoes measured the distance
still not having found a form, they wander
just like you and me
through our valleys
the saddened silence in me
I'll enshrine as an aftertaste
of the grape sun
look at who you are now, sweetheart
desperately enfolding me
with the warmth of the land of the Upper Rhine
Way back in September of nineteen-forty-nine
Farmer Jake fell off his tractor in a field of columbine
He remained calm, quiet, and sanguine
Impressing a newcomer named Clementine
She was wonderful, with sharp touches of refine
Farmer said to himself “I shall make her mine”
He was ninety-four, while she was not twenty-nine
This did not discourage him or his plan so fine
Jake invited Clementine on the avenue to dine
They had fancy foods, and tasty white French wine
She asked him about his green and yellow John Deere combine
For she was determined to learn how to convert hay into twine
He toasted her with an intricate hand-painted Germany stein
His optimistic fantasy he had to quickly resign
After he learned of her determined future outline
She was moving to France to farm near the Rhine
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky
High above the ripples of Rhine
A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down
to a canvas, working with hues
painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights
descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting
not stars, but brutal city-lights
Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground
Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave
half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky
Deceptive tastes of fickle world
Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist
Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze
Mortals took too long a time to appreciate
Starry Night Over the Rhône
Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands
Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart
Hands that never quivered even
While painting water, shivered at uncertainty
Rushed to find peace below brown earth
Steampunk cat gentleman was dressed up at nine.
Dapper, distinguished, handsome, in every way fine.
You would make a fine date for any feline.
Said my aunt Tootsie, who lived in the Rhine.
Fifty years ago, she told him, I would have made you mine.
He jumped up and ran off, without a whimper or whine.
You scared him! Said her nieces, whose faces did shine.
Tootsie smirked at her joke, feeling happy and fine.
He who is silent is often the most brilliant of men,
He doesn’t throw his plastic bottles into the sea,
He walks in the forest, so as not to offend anyone,
He knows that under the stone there are vipers,
He who is silent, can build a castle,
Away from the world, in the black mountains,
In Naples or Veneto, in the Rhine valley,
It erects a keep that resists the icy winters,
Whoever keeps quiet, can limp across Arizona,
He finds the light hidden from the other puppets,
He writes poems for Indians and bears,
He sees what cosmonauts and presidents think,
He who is silent, admires the cruise ships,
He knows the value of the silence of the high mountains,
He knows how to rise above vulgar men,
And find a road that even the gods don’t know.
Mountains of my life
never forgotten.
Rivers of my veins
flowing through my memories.
Green Swiss valleys,
far from my sight,
but always close to my heart.
My Alps where I was born,
bring to me the fresh air
to breath again.
I remember those summer days,
with my feet
into the shore waters
of the Rhine river,
or the long walks across
the charming countryside.
Oh, bohemian Basel...!
my birthplace.
Oh, my lovely Switzerland...!
you will always be my first steps,
my unforgettable dream,
a treasure in my mind...!
mysterious Castle of Grootsinger
overseeing the sparkling Rhine
keeping dark secrets of lovers
housing rumors of mystique and espionage
I prance in gladly
caring not if I get out alive
god is
what I don't know
high Gothic arches pierce the sky
to commemorate a body
washed ashore on the bank of the Rhine
that inspired a wave of pogroms in 1287
a body, that became a saint
a body, that became a pilgrimage
a body, that became an apology in 1996
for
"...the curse that we wrongly
put on the name of the Jew...
because we didn't know what
we were doing." *
so, you can know god
but not know what you are doing
for fifteen hundred years
* John XXIII: Penitential Prayer "We Recognize..." Spoken June 3, 1963 at Vatican II
day snuck up
before I could shut
the big light down
and in this land
where church bells
crack cold mornings
I am caught
on a day in a place
I am not prepared to face
oh well
this place
won't miss this face
if it rolls over
until the bars open
the night can bathe me
in sweet silky dreams
tuck me in its warm soft love
and cover me with stars
when its turn comes
I'll be easy
but this day
another cafe
coffee and cake
a walk along the Rhine
church bells
morning, noon and night
why
they don't toll the hour
clock tower's easy to read
they just remind me
of what I am unconvinced
wonder what the bishop
living with them hears
you are stuck in a routine
from which you'll never be free
for which, he (not she) probably
is thankful
day will never sneak up
on him (not her)
and those bells...
you know
A firkin of gherkins in brine
Were found floating along the Rhine
They, tossed from some party
For being too tarty
And spoiling the taste of the wine
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Date wrote: 13th August 2022
Merquiene a nutty layered
Chocolate filled layered
Cake
With whipped cream and
dried fruits.
Soaked in orange liquer.
With a thin blueberry tart
or thin blueberry pie.
The Trophy of the Gods
A Night of Championship
Encounters.
Wines and desserts.
After a day of hickory
and mesquites.
Might the elegance of
Night ;sort the Champions
from the contenders.
Only contention to give
Chance, to those who stand
Before the legends of Night!
Raspberry tart and mint chocolate
Ice cream.
BBQ'd Alpaca and cous cous
With lime, cilantro, rice and cumin!
Enough garlic and sour cream
to make the smokey meat
Jive with the onions, peppers
and rice!
Sweet the romance of dessert
Of crusted bluish berried
decadance
which dances reheasted.
Oh what ah night!
Sumthangs like a
Nourish Cabernet!
Sweet,Sweet sorrento
Ah via rhine Beso!
It's luster
It's shine
What a model
Performance
Satan'snail
By Goddershow
Prinz Von Frederc
Edition
Where did you get your?
Bassoon and flute
By Bainez management
LLC.
Three years of 'police action,'
Conducted according to
The doctrine of 'limited war,'
In order to pursue
A policy of 'containment.'
Police action?
Containment?
Limited war?
Guess that’s why
I don’t feel like Patton
Pissing in the Rhine.
War is all hell.
Don't sugar coat it.
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