Ice Cream
I scream, you scream
We all scream for ice cream
Ice cream is my favorite childhood snack
To say otherwise is certainly whack
On hot sweltering summer days
The perfect way to end a day of play
An endless amount of flavors
For a kid to crave for
You could say mint chocolate chip is my go-to
Although the same for other flavors is also true
Chocolate, Vanilla even Bubble Gum
They all make my brain feel numb
It goes great with pie
You should give it a try
And at the end of the day
When there is nothing left to say
I scream, you scream
We all scream for ice cream
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli5 days ago in Poets
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No screaming necessary. Silence is golden...and delicious!