"bacca" poems - Hello Poetry

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

i-like-watermelon

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mining till day In bajan we must and bacca we trust never going to brake bedrock enchanting diamond sword crafting table rpmx13 asfjerome flaming arrows traping in cobwebs

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Fanatics fixed their eyes upon The screen to cheer their team The mood there in the air was tense Tricolor seemed out of steam The clock was counting down The time was drawing nigh Doomed to lose and head on home Bid Russia their goodbye An errant shot deflected out Gave them one last chance To score a goal and prance about Show off their famous dance From the corner, the ball soared in A hero rose above Mina smacked it with his head And won his country's love England shocked to see the win Snatched right from their grasp Colombia delirious Successful at last gasp And thus the game was sent along Into the overtime Two periods were played to nil Two teams full in their prime Penalties would now decide Which team would advance The locals glued to their tvs The nation in a trance Falcao scores! Kane as well! Cuadrado, Rashford too! Muriel then strikes one home Tricolor up three to two! Ospina blocks the next one Hypes up the frenzied crowd But Uribe hits the crossbar And the silence echoes loud Trippier knots it up again We're down to final shots Bacca fails to get his through Past Pickford's valiant swat Fate rests upon this final kick Well placed with perfect spin Just past Ospina's outstreched hands Dier seals the win The cafeteros reel from shock No sign of jubilation But still the crowd, crushed in defeat Show their appreciation Colombia eliminated We give them all a hand And though their World Cup here is done I'm now their biggest fan

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Jul 4, 2018

Jul 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC

MicMag

Adios Cafeteros (an ode to the Colombian national team)

Fanatics fixed their eyes upon The screen to cheer their team The mood there in the air was tense Tricolor seemed out of steam The clock was counting down The time was drawing nigh Doomed to lose and head on home Bid Russia their goodbye An errant shot deflected out Gave them one last chance To score a goal and prance about Show off their famous dance From the corner, the ball soared in A hero rose above Mina smacked it with his head And won his country's love England shocked to see the win Snatched right from their grasp Colombia delirious Successful at last gasp And thus the game was sent along Into the overtime Two periods were played to nil Two teams full in their prime Penalties would now decide Which team would advance The locals glued to their tvs The nation in a trance Falcao scores! Kane as well! Cuadrado, Rashford too! Muriel then strikes one home Tricolor up three to two! Ospina blocks the next one Hypes up the frenzied crowd But Uribe hits the crossbar And the silence echoes loud Trippier knots it up again We're down to final shots Bacca fails to get his through Past Pickford's valiant swat Fate rests upon this final kick Well placed with perfect spin Just past Ospina's outstreched hands Dier seals the win The cafeteros reel from shock No sign of jubilation But still the crowd, crushed in defeat Show their appreciation Colombia eliminated We give them all a hand And though their World Cup here is done I'm now their biggest fan

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Please, read this with the thickest southern accent you've ever heard. It's my language. It's my home... Hee Haws on the TV Chicken's fryin' in cast iron skillets Taters and maters scent mama's clothes no AC Papaws in the bacca field Granny's sippin' on sweet tea The law stopped comin' here they say, Back in '23 The fruit's ripe for pickin daddy did that last week He said the Apple brandy Tasted perfect, bitter sweet The moonshine makers meet When the crickets sing at night they pass around mason jars 'neath the moon and southern stars The wine stays burried till fall muskadine, other than strawberry the very best kind The yanks buy it up Its funny to watch 'em they can't handle their stuff The Demory Mart stays busy oh Lord it's so much fun! When the moonshiners play pool, till the rising of the sun Momma don't like it, Lord she gets so mad! But she puts my church shoes on me and I know she still loves dad But now the still's turned green as copper always does There are no moonshiners left Time has passed, just 'cause Papaw's gone the fields have grown up there are no moonshiners left it's all store bought, mason jars have turned to cups Demory Mart is Yankee owned the church has indoor plumbing But late at night, I hear the banjo's and the stills, copper humming....

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Jul 26, 2017

Jul 26, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC

amanda-gidgette-byers

The Moonshine Makers, Apple Brandy, and Muskadine Wine

Please, read this with the thickest southern accent you've ever heard. It's my language. It's my home... Hee Haws on the TV Chicken's fryin' in cast iron skillets Taters and maters scent mama's clothes no AC Papaws in the bacca field Granny's sippin' on sweet tea The law stopped comin' here they say, Back in '23 The fruit's ripe for pickin daddy did that last week He said the Apple brandy Tasted perfect, bitter sweet The moonshine makers meet When the crickets sing at night they pass around mason jars 'neath the moon and southern stars The wine stays burried till fall muskadine, other than strawberry the very best kind The yanks buy it up Its funny to watch 'em they can't handle their stuff The Demory Mart stays busy oh Lord it's so much fun! When the moonshiners play pool, till the rising of the sun Momma don't like it, Lord she gets so mad! But she puts my church shoes on me and I know she still loves dad But now the still's turned green as copper always does There are no moonshiners left Time has passed, just 'cause Papaw's gone the fields have grown up there are no moonshiners left it's all store bought, mason jars have turned to cups Demory Mart is Yankee owned the church has indoor plumbing But late at night, I hear the banjo's and the stills, copper humming....

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Nel mio giardino, là nel canto oscuro dove ora il pettirosso tintinnìa, col gelsomino rampicante al muro, c'è la gaggìa; e or che ottobre dentro la vermiglia foresta il marzo rende morto al suolo, e sembra marzo, come rassomiglia bacca a bocciuolo, alba a tramonto; nelle tenui trine l'una si stringe, al roseo vespro, quando l'altro i suoi fiori, candide stelline, apre, alitando; ed al sospiro dell'avemaria, quando nel bosco dalle cime **** il dì s'esala, il cuore in una pia ombra si chiude; e l'anima in quell'ombra di ricordi apre corolle che imbocciar non vide; e l'ombra di fior d'angelo e di fior di spina sorride.

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Giovanni Pascoli

Nel giardino

Nel mio giardino, là nel canto oscuro dove ora il pettirosso tintinnìa, col gelsomino rampicante al muro, c'è la gaggìa; e or che ottobre dentro la vermiglia foresta il marzo rende morto al suolo, e sembra marzo, come rassomiglia bacca a bocciuolo, alba a tramonto; nelle tenui trine l'una si stringe, al roseo vespro, quando l'altro i suoi fiori, candide stelline, apre, alitando; ed al sospiro dell'avemaria, quando nel bosco dalle cime **** il dì s'esala, il cuore in una pia ombra si chiude; e l'anima in quell'ombra di ricordi apre corolle che imbocciar non vide; e l'ombra di fior d'angelo e di fior di spina sorride.

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I was little, play'n in the dirt grown folk went to work when the sun was high and hot she'd stand close and make a shady spot ....and sing Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where I was grown and in the row big ole sun moving offly slow I went pulling that bacca plant this ole tune we'd often chant Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where I'm old watch'n kids in the dirt young folks went to work The sun is high and hot I stand close to make a shady spot ...and sing Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC

mt-browder

Bluegrass Song #1: Aint no shade in Heaven

I was little, play'n in the dirt grown folk went to work when the sun was high and hot she'd stand close and make a shady spot ....and sing Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where I was grown and in the row big ole sun moving offly slow I went pulling that bacca plant this ole tune we'd often chant Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where I'm old watch'n kids in the dirt young folks went to work The sun is high and hot I stand close to make a shady spot ...and sing Aint no shade in heaven and I'm going to see when I'm there Aint no shade in heaven cause His light shines every where

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