Rosen Poems - Poems about Rosen

Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS My skin's glowing...Summer's fallen...Days-'n-Thunders! Days away! Days away! Summer's Set-ting! Summer's Set-ting! My skin's glowing...Summer's fallen...Days-'n-Thunders! Love...it's...already glowing...an...after glowing...Rolling On and on...and...On and on! Love...it's...already glowing...an...after glowing...Rolling On and on...and...On and on! Days-'n-Thunders...Rumble...Days-'n-Thunders...Rumble They...keep Rumbling On...and on...and on! Days-'n-Thunders...Rumble...Days-'n-Thunders...Rumble They...keep Rumbling On...and on...and on! Pull a "Pair-a-Mugs"... and Saucers...'cuz it's...Apple-Spicewood And...Rosen-Golden-TEA! Pull a "Pair-a-Mugs"... and Saucers...'cuz it's...Apple-Spicewood And...Rosen-Golden-TEA! Fingers Rolling...Tears Dropping...Long and Silken...an...

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Mrs. Rosen, that was a brave thing to do. You saved the preacher when he couldn’t get through. While under water, you disregarded your own safety. You pulled that heavy door off of him and he got free. That was the most courageous thing without a doubt. It was too bad that your heart gave out. Everyone in the theater wanted...

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ROSEN BLUT And when the final times had come to be known by all, as the doomsday rock had set its way, those who had seen its course chose they must not remain in silence but prophesy even about the end. And people laughed and believed us not until it showed as a star into the morning sky. And then they did say look how many risings...

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The odour of roses Still lingers in icy air In a fullmoon night Snow left tracks on barren soil Winter arrived too early --------------------------------------------- Der Geruch nach Rosen Liegt noch in eisiger Luft In einer Vollmondnacht Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden Der Winter kam viel zu früh ---------------------------------------------- El odor de rosas Aún se queda en aire helado En una noche plenílunío La nieve deja huellas en el...

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Strands of silver, tinsel fine, Thin, flyaway, Winged, widow’s peak Widows’ weep Bubba, Grandma, alone. Up the dark tenement stairs Cross tiny, tile squared floors To the always open door… Bubba, Grandma. Aged, ageless, wiry, warm, Open arms welcomed long tooth-grin Gretel’s Grandma welcomes in. Bubba, Ma. Steel- spined, crow-eyed, soft skinned, Gathered in, captured, With the chicken bone. The scent of ancient tomes, Mothballed down comforters, Brisket, kugel-noodle soup, The feasts of Kings, David...

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