Quotes about visor, page 2
Car Sun Visors (Fun Poem 65)
Every morning I have to drive towards the sun
just as the sun is about to rise.
You pull down the car sun visor,
but it is always too short
and the sun gets in your eyes.
You cannot see the road ahead,
just yellow blobs before your eyes.
You keep blinking until they fade away.
One day I wish car manufactures
would road test their cars in the morning sun.
They then might make
the car sun visors a little larger
to stop the sun getting in your eyes.
11 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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On the Road to Chicago
I sit on the Water Tower waiting
chapped hands in a visor over my eyes
looking toward Durham
hoping I see
you in that gossamer gown
on the road to Chicago.
I don't care if you stop
by Confederate streams
to pick phallic rocks
so long as you rise
release all your hair
and float on to Chicago.
No more will I sit
on the Water Tower waiting.
I'd rather go blind
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poem by Donal Mahoney
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Satin and Grace
Here in Chicago I sit
in the sun of an Indian Summer
high on the Water Tower waiting,
chapped hands in a visor
over my eyes, hoping I see
you in that gown,
all satin and grace,
float like a feather
back to Chicago.
I don't care if you stop
by Confederate streams
to pick phallic rocks
on the way from Savannah
so long as you rise,
release all your hair,
take to the air
and float like a feather
on to Chicago
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poem by Donal Mahoney
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Adelgitha
The ordeal's fatal trumpet sounded,
And sad pale Adelgitha came,
When forth a valiant champion bounded,
And slew the slanderer of her fame.
She wept, delivered from her danger;
But when he knelt to claim her glove-
"Seek not!" she cried, "oh, gallant stranger,
For hapless Adelgitha's love.
For he is dead and in a foreign land
Whose arm should now have set me free;
And I must wear the willow garland
For him that's dead, or false to me."
"Nay! say not that his faith is tainted!"-
He raised his visor.-At the sight
She fell into his arms and fainted;
It was indeed her one true knight!
poem by Thomas Campbell
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Blind Man’s Eyes
My catch for the year is a blind man,
Who causes the trees to have leaves
And makes pardon for the coming of the year,
Like a forgiver or liker of the winds,
Breezes occur once and for all.
This fish is with me when he stares
At the galaxy for the time is ripe.
Time accuses us in ways known to mine,
But the blind man blames the white hair
As of a spirit to judge and abstain.
My causes are different and I live among trees
That flutter everyday like the eyelashes of his.
These eyes are blind where I see them,
And I hear them keep a vision of his own.
My years are numbered,
And his visor has consideration
For his eyes,
Ears will repeat after me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Caught between the truth and a lie
Caught between the truth and a lie
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I've been led astray
gave my hand to a merry dance
and swayed to what I perceived
as an honest appraisal of life
found myself believing at will
whatever came across my way
when enough visor was offered
religion and public opinion
which has long since been divided
by the strength of their sales pitch
has come into the state of play
I've succumb to both at times
and left wondering exactly why
fool me once and shame on me
fool me again and I've a lesson to learn
third time can never bare any charm
after that there is no help
perhaps hope is fleeting as well
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poem by Matthew Holloway
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Am I my fathers keeper?
He found redemption
danced with the devil
got lost in frustration
from the pain in his heart and
the fear that griped his soul
Am I my father’s keeper
A puff away from reality
Dreams up in smoke
Trading life for a toke
of sin
His new found friend
Am I my father’s keeper
I’m down on my knees
Praying for you
Your soul is on fire
And you don’t know what to do
Am I my father’s keeper
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poem by Lisa Visor
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Nubian
So when asked if my love for my brothers of color had been stolen
I simply reply
There is but a thread of love
which bonds me to my brothers
Perhaps through the fabric of that simple thread
I will have found the strength to forgive
For they are my people and if I can not show an enemy to forgive
then I too am part of a mighty problem
and I hold barriers within my culture
a culture which would never survive among such revengeful hearts
I am bitter and I search deep for acknowledgement of my pain
only to resurface with nothing but compassion
My mind shutters with anger
seeking revenge from even the most innocent
But I am not weak enough to allow hate to take over
it is not within me
poem by Lisa Visor
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There is something special about the sun
At six o’clock the sun blinded me
in Soutpansberg avenue
and I opened the helmet’s visor
to find a way to see.
Still it’s great to ride
in the early morning with the motorbike
and to see something of the greatness
of God’s creation.
There’s something special about the sun
in a blue sky,
if it hangs like a red ball,
or even if it blinding catches your eyes.
The fresh wind that cut past
and at times pulls
as if it wants to touch you
and the cars and busses
that still has their lights on,
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poem by Gert Strydom
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Don Quixote
The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.
Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants,
he on his sad but brave Rocinante.
I know what it means to be longing for something,
but if your heart weighs only a pound and sixteen ounces,
there's no sense, my Don, in fighting these senseless windmills.
But you are right, of course, Dulcinea is your woman,
the most beautiful in the world;
I'm sure you'll shout this fact
at the face of street-traders;
but they'll pull you down from your horse
and beat you up.
But you, the unbeatable knight of our curse,
will continue to glow behind the heavy iron visor
and Dulcinea will become even more beautiful.
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poem by Nazim Hikmet
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