Apple Spicewood Rosen Golden Tea
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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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Categories:
rosen, age, beautiful, blue, cry,
Form: Ballad
Brave Belle Rosen
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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Categories:
rosen, adventure, film,
Form: Rhyme
Rosen Blut
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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Categories:
rosen, philosophy,
Form: Epitaph
Odour of Roses/Der Geruch Nach Rosen/El Odor De Rosas
The odour of roses
Still lingers in icy air
In a fullmoon night
Snow left tracks on barren soil
Winter arrived too early
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Der Geruch nach Rosen
Liegt noch in eisiger Luft
In einer Vollmondnacht
Schnee lässt Spuren auf blankem Boden
Der Winter kam viel zu früh
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El odor de rosas
Aún se queda en aire helado
En una noche plenílunío
La nieve deja huellas en el
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Categories:
rosen, nature
Form: Tanka
The Widows Peek (In Memory of Dora Rosen)
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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Categories:
rosen, family
Form: Free verse