Quotes about date, page 18
Violet roses
Violets are blue / Violets are blue
Roses are red / Roses are red
Love still lives / Love still lives
While romance is dead / While romance is dead
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You walk down the hall / He walks down the hall
Slowing your pace / And I slow my pace
Just to get a glimpse / To sneak one glimpse
Of my remarkable face / Of his beautiful face
I turn my head towards you / He looks towards me
As you quickly glance away / And I quickly glance away
A bluch on your cheeks / A bluch on my cheeks
That'll last for the day / That'll last for the day
And once we're in class / And as we go into class
It's me you ignore / It's him I ignore
You pretend you don't care / I can't show I care
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poem by Silence Dogood
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The Re-Enactment
Between the folding sea-downs,
In the gloom
Of a wailful wintry nightfall,
When the boom
Of the ocean, like a hammering in a hollow tomb,
Throbbed up the copse-clothed valley
From the shore
To the chamber where I darkled,
Sunk and sore
With gray ponderings why my Loved one had not come before
To salute me in the dwelling
That of late
I had hired to waste a while in -
Vague of date,
Quaint, and remote - wherein I now expectant sate;
On the solitude, unsignalled,
Broke a man
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poem by Thomas Hardy
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Esoteric: Astrogenetic Family, Fear Myself, Atilla
Loving my Astrogenetic Family
My gypsy brother is Aries
the word ‘consideration’ is unknown to him,
my Peter-Pan brother is Aquarius
who’s always ready to leave for Neverland
in any case; my sister and I am Cancer
never feeling safe anywhere;
my Tom-Thumb brother is Cancer too –
no wonder he’s fighting windmills still;
my hard-working grandma Cinderella was Virgo;
she was perfect, exquisite in all that she did;
the best cook, the best needlewoman;
my mother, the Queen of Hearts, is Leo, that’s
why she regally reigned over all of us; always in
need of grandiose schemes and compliments;
my happy-go-lucky father is Sagittarius;
thus it makes sense that he’s going about
with a dream in his heart of taking a trip
on a steam train – and a smile on his lips;
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poem by Margaret Alice
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The March
In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,
When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a plan
That was large as it was rugged, and, in truth, a trifle crude,
There arose a dusky human who was positively rude.
Now, this was in the days when lived the monster kangaroo;
When the mammoth bunyip gambolled in the hills of Beetaloo;
They'd owned the land for centuries, and reckoned it their own;
For might was right, and such a thing as 'law' was quite unknown.
But this dusky old reformer in the ages long ago,
One morning in the Eocene discovered how to 'throw';
He studied well and practised hard until he learned the art;
Then, having planned his Great Campaign, went forth to make a start.
'See here,' he said - and hurled a piece of tertiary rock,
That struck a Tory bunyip with a most unpleasant shock -
'See here, my name is Progress, and your methods are too slow,
This land that you are fooling with must be cut up. Now go!'
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Prosaic
If poetry’s pronounced prosaic,
like Prozac thought to be archaic,
prescribed for those who are depressed,
with prose preferred by all the rest,
should I consider that I’m dated,
out-rhymed and out-alliterated
by cruel haters of all verse
who poetry pooh-pooh and curse,
especially the rhyming kind
to which prose preachers are unkind
more than to verse so free it looks
like prose that’s printed in their books?
Of course I’m dated, but so what?
Prose writer is what I am not
by birth or inclination, so forgive
the way I write so I can live
with meter, rhyme, and let me scan,
though I am an archaic man,
and keep you daily up to date
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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The Cambridge Churchyard
Our ancient church! its lowly tower,
Beneath the loftier spire,
Is shadowed when the sunset hour
Clothes the tall shaft in fire;
It sinks beyond the distant eye
Long ere the glittering vane,
High wheeling in the western sky,
Has faded o’er the plain.
Like Sentinel and Nun, they keep
Their vigil on the green;
One seems to guard, and one to weep,
The dead that lie between;
And both roll out, so full and near,
Their music’s mingling waves,
They shake the grass, whose pennoned spear
Leans on the narrow graves.
The stranger parts the flaunting weeds,
Whose seeds the winds have strown
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poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Mismatch
I'd known them as young love's delight
Back thirty years ago,
When Sam and Esmerelda wed
They'd put on a travelling show,
With clowns and jugglers, acrobats
And a fortune teller's tent,
Perhaps they should have considered the date,
Not staged the show in Lent.
She came from money, but he was poor,
They didn't seem to care,
‘What's mine is yours, ' she'd always say
As she braided up her hair.
They settled down in a country house
Held parties, meets and wakes,
And lived most ostentatiously,
Just one of their many mistakes!
But how they loved! They'd always sigh
To many who came to stay,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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In Her Dark Citadel (Revised)
I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
her employees are irksome self-motivated prigs
dissatisfied as their central value, the ethic of
the hard-working Calvinist, showing a lack of
ambition; is trampled beneath Madame's feet as
only dishonesty pays, she is ashamed of her
underlings; she says
Madame Pompadour shows grand ambition by
sneering at work ethics and showing utter
disdain for everyone except her own arrogant
self, she spreads the bitterness eating away
at her soul by destroying work enjoyment, re-
lationships and processes, she thrives
on discontent
She detests the culture of her underlings, their
behaviors, attitudes, assumptions, beliefs; it's
an affront contravening her ideal of sharing un-
happiness equally; she stamps on undue diligence,
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Notes On An Unadorned Night
after Rene Char
Let's agree that the night is a blank canvas, a station
break, a bridge of a song.
Let's agree further that activities at night—movies,
campfires, reading by a lamp—are all
basically an homage to the day.
I have come to regard these two statements as
contradictory. Let me explain.
First, set aside that one could see a movie, torch a fire,
and read with the sun blazing over us.
The in-between aspect of night need not spark a flurry of
activity, is all I'm saying.
You could do nothing at night! Just lay and sleep!
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poem by Daniel Nester
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Nerves, up to Date - after Olga Katzin Miller
Nerves, up to Date
I think I’ll call At Home, Excite,
I think my cell phone’s down,
imagine being on a flight
that struck Manhattan town.
From CNN to Internet
both buildings, markets, crash
scare fare flies fast, none know as yet,
our confidence was rash.
Rumour rampant rises high
relief seems rather slow
comparisons are sad and wry
as DJ sinks too low,
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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