One's feminine side
As a wise man once told me
Can be one's Greek side.
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One's feminine side
As a wise man once told me
Can be one's Greek side.
I have no idea what that means and I'm not going to ask.
Can be one's greek side
the salad with the olives
add some feta, too
Add some feta, too.
Thatta way, it will go well
With-a my hands-a.
With-a my hands-a
Smashing plates. "Yasas!" explode
Ripened with Anise.
Ripened with Anise
I ask for tomatos for
my homemade pizza
My homemade pizza
Say hello to the ceiling
No hand-tossed for me.
No hand-tossed for me;
"It's debauched, and immoral!"
Cries the Rolling Pin.
Cries the rolling pin:
"Where has all the flour gone?
The dough is sticky"
Hi Petrarch. Someone needs to start a new poem for discussion in the poem of the week thread. How about you?
The dough is sticky
But wait until you taste it
Bread is a good thing.
Bread is a good thing,
Torn, gravy soaked, served up with
Wine, pasta and love.
Wine, pasta and love
An intoxicating mix
But rather messy.
But rather messy;
Skin's beauty, as well as silk,
They're easily cleaned.
they're easily cleaned;
so anal retentives can
get closer to god.
Oh, I love this one.Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
They're easily cleaned
But they redirty again
those little devils.
I agree Virgil. Sometimes Riesa's so good that I wonder why I bother.
Those little devils,
That get into your sock drawer;
Stealing one of each.
I'm floored, stop it, you two. But you've both made my day. La la la, I feel giddy.
Stealing one of each
Of my three good hearts, Husband;
Chegwé and Virgil.
Muh!
Chegwe and Virgil
Sitting on a fence; one said
Umph and the other bmph
She air-kissed me! My turn to feel giddy. ;)
Virgil: Think Odysseus sitting on a rock and weeping.
Umph and the other bmph;
Two specks colliding on Earth
But still dodging life.
But still! Dodging life,
Is all very well my friend;
But it will catch up.
But it will catch up!
Said the hare's buddy, Cecil.
Bah! Tortoise is slow.
Bah! Tortoise is slow
And may end up as a soup
If he's not clever.
If he's not clever
Brevity of language: love
Intensive evenings
Intensive evenings
With night music and some wine
With kisses and hugs.
With kisses and hugs,
Ease in solidarity
Mends raw misery.
mends raw misery
with strands of golden fibers
spun from a pure heart
Spun from a pure heart
The thread of man's true nature,
Emperor's new clothes
Emperor's new clothes,
Machine washed, dried and ironed;
That must have hurt him!
That must have hurt him!
Said the rugby team's medic
His neck's all messed up.
"His neck's all messed up."
That's okay, it's your first try.
"Play-dough is squashy."
Play-dough is squashy;
try to bake it and it melts;
eat it and it hurts.
Eat it and it hurts,
Go ask Evil Knievel.
Kids never listen.
Kids never listen.
That's what adults always say.
Do you think that's fair?
Do you think that's fair,
grounding a bad teenager?
Yes, he failed english.
Yes, he failed English
But that did not stop him from
Writing best sellers.
Writing best sellers,
Smut to please the masses; yet
I made a living.
I made a living,
I lived, I sat and waited
I left, I'm living.
I left, I'm living.
The sun is rising at dawn
Bringing drops of dew.
I left, I'm living.
The sun is rising at dawn
Bringing drops of dew.
I think japanese used such similies in haiku very often.
Bringing drops of dew
Morning proudly undoes night
Heralding the day