Let the best of you hurt your pride
stop the contradictions it's too late
turn around smell that faith
lost in the city of gates hear the bells.
Falls of diamond rains cover
the city of greed and anguish.
Golden tears and painful dreams
no one eye sees poverty screams.
Take your beliefs your weapons
and your meals on wheels.
They think you are crazy and lazy
and your hard work does not
count or worth of any amount.
It is our time it's now or never
take their yachts golf clubs and
populate their private islands
with real hearts and blue collars.
Take back our stollen dollars
boycott oligarchy tesla cars
build back our smiles and
affordable lives save working class.
Send the rich to the mars.
Categories:
stollen, corruption, freedom, inspiration, political,
Form: Free verse
Sold mainly at Christmas
Similar to fruit cake.
Spiced with ground cinnamon
Studded with candied peel
Sultanas, nuts, raisins
Soft marzipan centre.
Save a big slice for me!
Categories:
stollen, christmas, food,
Form: Pleiades
Stollen (Pleiades)
So, the story goes, this
Saxony dried fruit bread
specially buttered, spiced,
secured the pope’s blessing,
soon became famous, with
sales booming at Christmas.
Served, sugar sprinkled, sliced.
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Contest: Merry Christmas Party
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 4th
© 14th December 2016
Categories:
stollen, christmas, food,
Form: Verse
From this day on,
I`m going to leave my heart at home,
with you Mum,
not to get burnt,
mangled
or stollen.
I admit I lie to it
when the dark wings pay me a little visit,
at least my dreams are honest.
Each time I see the Sun
you tell me about the age
before the horsemen came.
Is the bread much stroger than flesh,
the fabric can stand the fire,
may the clay rise as fortress?
I forgot the signs of life,
Mum,
sing to me,
stop the sickle of time!
Categories:
stollen, age, angel, heart, mum,
Form: Lyric
After the storm,
no more shall ye calm
for into you heart
an unknowing bomb.
Lips that are pretty,
no longer they shine
from long stollen kisses
from nothing devine.
Thoust does distract,
an unaltered mind
when the clock ticks
and unknowst the time.
Envy thy not,
what thou doest not own
a memory unique
of love and thy home
Alter thy heart,
clutter thy tongue
close thyne eyes
for all things undone.
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
Categories:
stollen, character, conflict, crazy,
Form: Rhyme
She was either a German or Pole
and eating seemed mainly her goal
But she ate so much cake
her heart it did break
And now she won’t quite fit in the hole
Categories:
stollen, funny
Form: Limerick