Quotes about stew, page 7
Nineteen-Sixty-Three
Roses are Red
The Sea is Blue
June comes next
With another clue;
Words are said
The Garland is new
Eyesight is correct
Junes covered in dew;
Friendships are dead
Over what a todo
Answers from tests
Shine on the stew;
Secrets kept in ones head
Come back to bite you
My June is truly blessed
For we know whats true;
poem by Theodora Onken
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What to do, what to do?
To help you out of this stew
Pray my friend, pray to renew
Your commonsense and humor too!
Then laugh loudly and think
Of beautiful skies
And air that don't stink
And the water you use is fit to drink
Then go to a handy health bar
To find something that keeps you up to par
So you can get on with seeking your star!
poem by Dorothy Watkins
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Butterflies Are Good (taste A Little Like Chicken)
Butterflies are real good
I like God’s butterflies
I so really, truly do
Beautiful, iridescent wings
Of brilliant rainbow hue
Carmine reds, deep purples
And unbelievable blues
I feast my eyes upon
Their most incredible views
I feast not only my eyes
But also my belly too
For they taste absolutely scrumptious
In my salad and in my stew
poem by David Whalen
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Parks
Parks are special places,
where old ladies
reminisce
and lovers woo.
They're little oasis of pleasure
away from the daily grind,
the mainstream
where the sun peeps through.
Loud traffic noise
is replaced by birdsong
worry and stress
by peace
and time can wait,
be pushed aside to stew
so you and I, just for a while,
can be free…..
poem by Ruth Walters
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Golden Boy
The golden boy is asleep but the beautiful girls do walk around him,
So why have you hidden your sweet love from me?
For the days are like the rivers of Damascus,
But i know an apple when i do see one!
You left in a rage because of his majestic thing! !
But i will restore your like the flesh of a little child;
Because your Red Stew met my Red Soil last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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At a restaurant
I once went to a restaurant
called the tent
somewhere in Sea point
and the owner laid a feast
of lamb stew
and rice in front of me.
The Turkish coffee
was without sugar
and extremely strong,
but a belly dancer
danced up to me
and smiled sweetly
and every motion
had a rhythm of its own.
There was electricity
when I danced along
and passion glowed
in her dark eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ocean Breezes
Seagull’s updraft ride
Over beaches glide
On breakers, seals slide
Wily crabs, in coral hide
Calm today, wild tomorrow
Ocean does what oceans’ do
Temperament of joy or sorrow
Salty cauldron of marine stew
How beautiful the Sea
God’s gift to you ‘n me
Earth’s pregnant womb
For some a watery tomb
To the Sea be humble and mild
She's thy Mother…you her child
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Mysterious
My love is blind but,
It will open your eyes when you meet me;
For i am very mysterious in many ways!
My love is blind but,
It will find a way peacefully for you to learn;
And like Rimmon and Simmon in the camp of love.
I will walk on the red soil of your land and,
You will serve me with the red stew of your love;
For it is all well with me and i want to extend what i know to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whither Traveller
Rattle fall rat grey rain,
Lightning torches only the sky,
Earthly feet gropes as braille
Soul's way in night's darkness.
Steamed stew, warm bed, light,
All not me, recedes
Save soaked wood scent
And the crow's croak
Or forest's voice in crow's accent-
Pure cosmology of perfection,
Where began creation
Beyond man's invention-
Dawn opening out to nature,
Reveals this morning of life.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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A Farm's Diary In Winter
In the frozen life of this farm
animals dwell in the golden hay
flowers sprout in fields like Siberian
clouds float as summer ducks on a lake
time flows as an under water ice cavern
snow drops as if leaves in fall
hoofs of deer feet sink as snow descends
stew boils as fire ruptures beneath the kettle
the snow covers the road as if it was a bed
sunlight spreads over the snow as it arise
poem by Montel Maggitt
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