If wishing to smell the roses
Don't let bees go up your noses
You’ll get buzzing on the brain
Enough to drive you quite insane.
The poor bee in panic and fear
Will try to escape right out your ear
Or major surgery will be required
Which will make you very tired.
So avoid the trouble and strife
And let a bee get on with its life
Whenever wishing to smell the roses
Don’t let bees go up your noses.
Smell the roses
When you’re in an awful hurry and haven’t time to spare
And everything’s a worry you’re rushing here and there
While all the jobs are piling up, there’s dishes in the sink
You haven’t time to wash a cup, you haven’t time to think
Stop... and smell the roses, that well worn old cliché
For sure as little apples, tomorrow is another day.
The chain of events following fragmentation of a giant rock:
A piece got wind down with sprouting of vitalizing herbs.
A miniscule life showed up, then giants started to take over
All at once they departed,unique things began to uncover.
First it was on four limbs,and they were the ones to get selected.
Unprecedented occurrences began as soon as they were erected
How long they will endure amid the chain of ongoing changes?
Since it's fragile,why don't you stop by and smell the roses?
i do supposes...
raindrops on roses
are too wet for noses
when walking i goes-es
Life is too short
To write testaments of pain
Upon your beautiful face.
Find love while the sun shines
So you may blossom in warmth
When the night finally knows your name.
Life is too short
To see a soldier and smell war
When deep in his eyes
Lies veins of patriotism and sacrifice.
Learn the art of love
For you are a written epistle, to all men.
Life is too short
To see a brother walk on the sea
And say he knows not how to swim.
Take some time off
Tell your shadow to say after you
While you recite the pledge of brotherhood.
Life is too short
To think about the battles you fought
And the treasures you lost
When surely, we shall find joy.
Say prayers before you sleep
And toast with heaven in your dreams.
Wake up and smell the roses
For you're the beauty of mankind
Michael Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Delicate perfume
Black yellow devil hidden
Truly inspired pain
My heart is like a desert,come and make it a forest
Loneliness is an insurmountable pain my heart is falling give it a cane
To think to be alone means being insane
From now my heart will never ever be the same
without you i'm losing the game
My heart is injured come to me to be the healer
don't come if you want to be the executioner
without your hair which is like sunshine
I'm going to die,i will sleep in the shrine
I want on my shrine to be full of rose flowers
Rose flowers may bring the smell of your hair to the people passing by
So i will let the people,let all their noses,To slow down and smell the roses.
i'll still smell the roses
so precious and sweet
the scented pine needles
as they hang from the trees
i'll still hear the lonely hounds
at night as they bay
see the sky far above me
be it blue or at times gray
then someone someday
will mention your name
and i'll feel regret in my veins
for in my heart your love remains
smell the roses now
stop, breathe in before you are
buried beneath them.
Whoa! Friends, slow down a bit, smell the roses
And appreciate your situations.
We can’t lose sight what’s under our noses
If we do, we invite our frustrations.
Who needs that god-awful discouragement?
Not you or me, so look for the flowers,
They are there. Look around, follow the scent
But don’t look in other people’s bowers
You have plenty more in your own backyard.
Now take a whiff and thank your lucky stars
For these gifts, you have earned this high regard.
That’s right my friends, give yourselves a cigar.
Over the years we sowed what we reaped
Its harvest time now, the roses smell sweet.
Be Bop Bop, Hey!
The bongos sound hollow today
Burned out is me
Countless years of intensity
Toasted to black
Headed for a real heart attack
Never thinking this possible
To a man invincible
Stop to smell the roses they say
Nope, they're just hay
Woke up a couple weeks ago
Thought I had died
And
The world had changed
Things seemed just a little too real
Stuff in my bedroom was talking
Asking me, "You remember me?"
It was my life story playing
That happens right before you die
'twas time for a new set of dice
I went into the music room
Played a new tune on the bongos
Just letting it flow, trying to get the rhythm and feeling back
I closed my eyes and played until I was covered in sweet sweat
And coming to the conclusion
Smell the Roses
You may miss your bus
If you stop to smell the roses
But it is worth It
The Lord bless you in a very special way in the year 2006. In our society today
which is very fast paced there is a place you can go to anywhere, at any time, no
matter what your day may be like. Take time out to smell the roses!!! Look up
and around you and you will distinctly see God's hand of love, mercy, and grace.
In the people He created, in the tender smile of a child, in the beauty of the blue,
blue, skies. In the early morning sunrise, in the beauty of a sunset, every season
has it's own heavenly beauty. Each day is a blank page and God has filled the
outline through His creation, and He will fill the day with His awesome love and
smile and help, if we would just let Him!!! God is still on the throne and His ears
are always open to our heart cry. Take time each day to look up and you will be
pleasantly surprised at what the Lord has in store for you this day. He is waiting
and will reveal Himself to you !!! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Your
destiny is held safely in the palm of His hands. And know this day and every day
that Jesus loves you, with an everlasting love. Be greatly blessed and
encouraged.
He is miles away
He wants to be forgiven
I smell the roses
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