His name is Mr. Al Moose
a strange guy with a big nose
French peaches and Tunisian dates
must be a success on the first date
Al has a huge appetite, don't be late
23.11.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I am:
Child – conduct and beliefs taught from birth are ingrained
Wife – caring hubby holds me accountable yet contented
Mother – couple of sons and a daughter, I'm proud to present
Sister – contacts weekly, so glad FaceTime was invented
Nana – caretaker of three kiddoes who keep me entertained
Christian - Jesus Christ my Savior, Redeemer and Guide
Learner – juggling Sudoku, Rubik's Cube and Tunisian crochet
Friend – joint-heirs with believers in whom I can confide
Neighbor – juveniles, adults and pets, we connect day by day
Teacher – lingering occupation from which I cannot retire
Poet – love of language to instruct, imagine and inspire
Musician –long-time interest both on keyboard and in choir
Cook – my pet-peeve job, if I am the chef, be on guard
Housekeeper – my pride and joy is our new home and yard
Optimist – all things are possible through faith in God
April 27, 2020
Contest: Andrea Dietrich: I Am, A List Bio Challenge
ROCK THE CASBAH
What mystery of life runs through the mind,
exchanged, such glances, never meant to share,
to raise our heartbeats, if one's there to find,
and if we have the will to take the dare.
To rock the Casbah, is this sin a crime?
Or just beginnings for the world in need
Of change to Westernize all life and time,
to bury burqas where there is no seed?
To see and fall in love through satin thin,
how many have there been to die alone,
and how much beauty seen becomes a sin,
to men who have a heart of solid stone?
Tunisian girl, the world is now ... for you,
So Rock the Casbah, like it's coming true!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Years my father nostalgic for my mother.
She'd set the Shabbat table
Guess the white cloth the flu vegetable land
Let the fine flour, put the meat
Put the tomatoes and garlic
She could cook.
It tasted feed came from us
And so would put us as cookies Yu Yu Tonisaiot
Sweet biscuits dipped in liquid dam
Rosewater would add my grandmother if she had been allowed to
But here in my mother would make the salads very thinly
To unite us at the Shabbat table.
I did not learn a foreign language parents
My parents speak their language changes
Request a sweet Polish father
Tunisian mature mother
And I did not learn of them a foreign language
Only Hebrew sucked mother that it was not her mother tongue
She spoke with her sisters in French
Arabic
Jewish and jargon that far.
In the kitchen I did not learn a foreign language
Only Hebrew
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