A coconut inside is brown and sometimes I frawn Cause the coconut is hard to open It's very unbreakable and cant be broken Inside there is milk and meat Both are white and both are neat I feel the liquid down my throat Like a wave that hits the coast The meat I take and eat like candy Its sweet an yet not brandy
Do you remember the taste of my lips when we kissed true those moment i realy do miss when i held your face between my palms so tender keeping yu from harm
Do you remember when we hugged those moments when we were intwined when your heart bet with mine and every thing seemed so fine
Do you remember ma head on your thighs and you held me like a child in a cry those smiles those moments should have lasted a longer while
Do you remember that stare that made you afraid of ma eyes you were kept busy by the blue skies watching time slowly fly i miss those cute pupils ooh my!
Do you remember that ice cream guy you don't remember the pinpop! Why? and the candies that you gave me only a few *** please don't tell me you dnt have a clue
Fine do you remember that selfie the one i shared with a tag 'my future wifie' smiles i will sure marry you and the happines for our destiny; heavens have a clue
Do you remember when the sun went down and that day we had to crown the way we held hands and waists in town they were jealous; you didn't see them frawn
Do you remember the Nairobi rains with those poor drains we got wet in love we did like in the movies; laughs...
do you stil remember that day i got mad you leaving early made me sad heh we parted without a bye and for another day i had to standby to make up and make out to talk sweet and refrain shouts to let you know that i love you with no doubts that point that you leave my world itl be all ouch!
Hope you stil remember the monument it marked the end of my visit and my light moments this memories are just a torment but for a lifetym to stay they meant Those kisses still quench my thirst in your arms im safe that i trust those rains still wash away my tears for birds' chirps are still melody to my ear candies taste exerctly as yua kiss and for your face i have the night skies
Hope you remember you promises for tomorow you wil stil be my princess till mummy you become and a queen i will love you handsomely that i promise
i took a drive up to the mountains stopped near a dense part of the forest casting my eyes over the forest floor I noticed the ferns and even as I sat in the pouring rain looking around for elusive Chanterelles i felt at peace and at home
not an hour ago I had left my home and here I was deep in the mountains never one to be deterred by the rain i stepped out amongst the ferns becoming part of the forest i spotted my first Chanterelles
oh! how I love to pick chanterelles on the floor of the thick, dark forest lost in a valley of ferns with just of touch of cool Oregon rain no thoughts for the worries of my home just me, communing with the mountains
from before I could walk I played in these mountains remembering my youth and vast forests tucking behind my ear the frawn of a fern tasting the nutty peppered flavor of fresh Chanterelles truly, this was my real home an Oregonian child at peace in the rain
brought back to the present by a large drop of rain i thought about my family at home and their connection to these same mountains and while they did not love Chanterelles they very much enjoyed playing among the ferns in this special part of the forest
few things hold a place in my heart like this forest or the beautiful orange grow of a new Chanterelle i breathe in deep my home away from home enjoying each and every drop of falling rain looking across the range of mountains sprinkled with soft and gentle ferns
i left my home in search of chanterelles but was captivated by the mountains and made whole by the rain in the societal forest, I am but a fern
Waiting to go 6ft under the ground Waiting to Lay its burdens down Been way to long To be around Time to leave this TOWN Then maybe a smile Instead of a frawn This soul Had no control Fell into a deep dark hole Once it goes It will finally feel whole Everything it chose This soul While walking the streets So many Troubled souls it meets Wanted to ask But did not impose Just handed them a black rose Carry on Them as well Will soon be gone The result Of Letting the Black Swan spawn These troubled souls Listening to the songs of the black crow As the wind blows A troubled soul Knows When It's time to go
who knows if a smile is really a frawn? and if a zebra is a striped donkey instead? who knows of white lies! and the harm they do, like a cuss before the mornings prayer!
can anyone identity the style of my poem and what poet wrote in this style. i do like ee cummings
Some say we don't sleep others frawn Many claim it is short my bottle rebufe I can't count life days are not figured I can't stretch blessing pleasure resists.
Poverty is a sin Covid 19 is a crime No coughing no sneezing all at war The world is faceless The white gaurds at the frontiers
How many of your neighbors ache? Were your grave enough for the pain? Were your tears able to stream the agony? The world is faceless.
Some became tycoons others cry The Giants are standing to fall There was no world no power WHO sneeze America shiver The world is faceless.
1# 5,10,1 A boy who cannot Learn to love himself, has no chance to love Another. 2# 3,6,6 The God looks Down at his creation with a Frawn, how did this happen? 3# 2,8,3 The city, A loud place it is, but the forest Was too quiet.
