President of Spain
Lifts his hand and stills the wind.
Hush, it's quiet time.
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President of Spain
Lifts his hand and stills the wind.
Hush, it's quiet time.
hush it's quiet time
translate my latin while i
take your nap and snack
Take your nap and snack,
While you are still able to;
Hard times are ahead.
Hard times are ahead;
Life is not always pony
Rides in May sunshine.
Rides in May sunshine
Though frost glazes the window
What power in dreams!
Rise, young lovers hearts do break,
In rain does the quiver ache,
Arrow pierced him through and through,
His heart is shattered by its shaft.
Not a haiku, and the first line isn't the last line of the poem before. Apart from that, not bad. I suggest you read the first post in this thread and try again. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Theshizznigg
What power in dreams!
Midgets astride Pegasus;
Praise the name Wonder!
Praise the name Wonder;
Eyes that have no need to see,
Stevie's heart does that.
Stevie's heart does that;
I take myself through changes
Listening to him.
'Don't you worry 'bout a thing' a little borrowed from this great song.
Listening to him
Robinhood in trouble now?
Anniversary!
Anniversary;
Roses, wine and some mayhem
--Cinco de Mayo.
Cinco de mayo
with margaritas with salt;
Tequila, hooray.
that hooray looks a little limp; not a big fan of Tequila?
Tequila, hooray!
Sipped when chilled; leisurely pace
Ensures enjoyment.
Actually there are two stories with tequila and me:Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
(1) I remember being around 20 or 22 something like that, and an old friend and I sat on his stoop (we grew up in Brooklyn) one night and drank tequila (I don't remember how much) but I got drunk, vomited, and never could take the taste of unmixed tequila again.
(2) I was on a business trip around 10-12 years ago to a place in eastern Washington State, which is real cowboy country. We went out to a cowboy bar the first night with my boss at that time and the fellow we were visiting, a real cowboy, wears cowboy boots and hat with shirt and tie, has horses, shoes them himself, on his little ranch. Obviously this was a drinking kind of place, and I was handling it very well, I was probably drinking something that I was accostumed to. They were drinking tequila, and towards the end they each bought shots of Cuevo Gold, the extra high proof, whatever that is. And they insisted I join them. I drank both. I didn't shove them down like they did, but I finished them, and I guess the tequila at that proof level didn't taste quite as bad. I was fine that night, went back to the room, was not drunk. But I felt what I can only call a physical memory recall to that Brooklyn experience with my friend. My gut had sort of convulsions, with the terrible tequila taste coming up on me. But the night passed, and the next morning the three of us were in the cowboy's office reviewing design drawings. I was fine all morning, but all of a sudden, coming from no where, I felt that convulsion again, and I sat back, energy just draining out of me. I felt the taste come up again and my stomach bubbling. I said, "Ray, I got to go to the bathroom; I think I'm going to lose it." He later said I had turned pale as a ghost. He walked me to the bathroom in his building. As we were walking, it was getting worst, almost like your blood pressure dropping. All of a sudden I couldn't hold it any more. But, thank heavens we were passing an empty office with a waste paper basket right by the door. With a stroke of improvised necessity I stepped into the room, picked up the pail, and let it out into it. And just like that, it was over; I felt great. After rinsing my mouth out, we went back to work and had a great laugh over it. We all still bring it up, and it is still a point of jokes between the three of us.