Oh, rime con te, indovina cosa voglio fare?
Dì al mondo che ti amo,
come abbiamo sempre fatto!
perché modificare le parti migliori
è fantastico fin dall'inizio
tutto sull'amore e
sai che riguarda l'amore e io
Non mi dispiace dirlo al mondo intero
Ti amo
Non mi dispiace dire che ci tengo
Ciao
Ciao
Immagino di avertelo detto
hanno tagliato la parte migliore
non si sono nemmeno presi la briga di menzionare
il mio amore per te
trascorrere e dissolvenza
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canzone oh canzone
cosa farò
dimmi; dimmi
canzone oh canzone
cosa farò
An ant, lost,
as the smell of its companions fade,
it wanders.
It wanders to tremble upon the huge slow roasted almond.
It starts devouring as the others still in line,
fading.
Had Been Hosted Then Posted and Roasted
mail had been hosted
then later it was posted
roasted and toasted
Poems and rhyming patterns
are very interesting.
By Izunna Okafor
Beyond the shrubs of Sahara
Lifted a munt of brainy bond
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts
Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges
Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land
A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world
Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed
The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers
The cremains of his eagle eyes
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land
He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.
© Izunna Okafor, 2019.
With Poems Coasted and Was Roasted
Wrote many poems as along I had coasted,
And reviewed and ended up being roasted;
Meant to be,
I could see,
After they to Poetry Soup all were posted.
Jim Horn
Gads. I am going to be 78 on June 26th, 2019.
This is same day Democrat Debates will be.
HAIKU
sun roasted…tasty
helped by charcoal cinders
the dog sat begging
SENRYU
sun roasted… burned fool
heeded not once the warning
my youngest sibling
Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?
Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?
Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?
Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists
Mum roasted a ptarmigan for tea
But the meal didn't satisfy me
It was a scrawny old bird
The taste was pretty absurd
So I'm off to the chip shop quickly!
On Monday I was using a random word generator and it came up with Ptarmigan which is a word I had never heard of. I've since discovered it's a bird which is native to Canada but they can also be found in Scotland
06-17-17
Though an elephant
He placed himself
on monkey’s oven
well roasted he was
down gullet he went
Sweaty sexy body lies down on my plate
Contest Name: Food and Our Memory Connections
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
The smell of a roasting chicken,
for a Special Day.
Dinner - not just for Sunday.
Mouth watering taste of
soft white meat and rich brown gravy.
Dark meat juicy with flavor.
Might be stuffed or unstuffed
adding to the scent of a roasting
chicken - Hmmm.
Sullivano asked the roasted crab
Have you come from biology lab?
And If you do
Put on your shoe
Go to the sea you need a rehab
Bo feasted on roasted silkworm seed
And felt in his stomach a stampede
Newton's third law of motion
A dollop of e-motion
A commotion, on Po's head he peed
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
18 December 2014
Jewel Food Stores - Illinois
Looking at that roast in the cart
I savor its taste even now.
Yet never thinking that for my part
When I will cook it...or even how.
But I take it to the checkout lane
With all the other items that day.
Finally having to leave it...to looks of disdain
I didn't bring enough cash with me...all to my dismay.
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