Quotes about pegs, page 3
The Dog
'Grotesque!' we said, the moment we espied him,
For there he stood, supreme in his conceit,
With short ears close together and queer feet
Planted irregularly: first we tried him
With jokes, but they were lost; we then defied him
With bantering questions and loose criticism:
He did not like, I'm sure, our catechism,
But whisked and snuffed a little as we eyed him.
Then flung we balls, and out and clear away,
Up the white slope, across the crusted snow,
To where a broken fence stands in the way,
Against the sky-line, a mere row of pegs,
Quicker than thought we saw him flash and go,
A straight mad scuttling of four crooked legs.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Adversity
When world becomes your very own dungeon,
Not sleep or dreams, your jailer gives but woes,
Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion,
A drizzle of friends, but downpour of foes;
Wild weeds, in fields, flourish, while wheat withers,
Your well is scraped, not for water but dregs,
The wicked need be checked, no one bothers,
To tie Heaven's guy wires, no one has pegs;
The door has closed, but no window opened,
Luck came, but may have passed the other way,
Of things you ask, how could God not harkened,
Could angels have sung louder as you pray?
……And worst, you were raised to immortal stage,
…..But you forgot to ask of not to age.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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If You Look For A Rhyme, So Sorry I Don't Have It
i don't jam and i don't rhyme
my life does not rhyme
and some parts simply
do not fit
until now
like a dovetail
of wooden pieces
to make
your chair
so sorry but i don't have
rhyme
it is the truth
it is the truth of this world
some things do not fit
some people do not just fit
square pegs in a round hole
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swaying Then Dancing
Crushed under a grey day, reports of my
mother in pain, Carine weighed down by
four steel pegs and ten screws in her leg,
no escape from scrambled thoughts
Went out marching, swaying then dancing
to musical rhythms, becoming one with the
beat of the universe, not a care in the world
as velvet voices sing joy into my mind
“Let me whisper in your ear, say the words you
want to hear, I’m in love with you, just the two
of us, the only sound that you will hear is when
I whisper in your ear - I love you”
“All over the world people just like us are falling
in love …” and I feel people like me joyously
swaying in every possible universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 1)
Bony greying woman in a plaster-spattered coat
Mixes stuff of which they're formed with mind afar-remote
Pours the moulds, prepares their beds in fluffy little piles
Therapists in pastel scrubs fly in and out with smiles.
Schooled to their desired shape in template alginate
Mallow soft to nougat hard, delivered, lives oblate
White or pink, uniquely formed with pegs arrayed askew
Four-percent neanderthal effects are coming through.
'Dog ate the retainer' states a form and gives her pause
One way or another pesky canines are her cause
Trims and shapes didactically, prepares them for the fray
Pristine 'fore the onslaught, knows they'll barely last a day.
(Note; refers to the models on which dental appliances are built)
poem by Diane Hine
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Don Juan: Canto the Twelfth
LIV
But now I will begin my poem. 'Tis
Perhaps a little strange, if not quite new,
That from the first of Cantos up to this
I've not begun what we have to go through.
These first twelve books are merely flourishes,
Preludios, trying just a string or two
Upon my lyre, or making the pegs sure;
And when so, you shall have the overture.LV
My Muses do not care a pinch of rosin
About what's call'd success, or not succeeding:
Such thoughts are quite below the strain they have chosen;
'Tis a "great moral lesson" they are reading.
I thought, at setting off, about two dozen
Cantos would do; but at Apollo's pleading
If that my Pegasus should not be founder'd,
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Picking Diamonds
I was picking diamonds from the heavens
When my hair got tangled with the stars in the breeze
Fireflies reached up in glee too, their soft glow dancing
Singing our mirth awash with moon-paint, I smiled
Then the night tugged gently, pulling away the sky
For the dawn to stroll in, with her show-stopper colors
The diamonds in my hands were spilling their brilliance
Reaching down to earth, to jewel my silent hopes
I learned to fly with the winds on rapture
Their swoosh, music to my hopes on wish-pegs
They warm themselves in the summer-sun promises
Waiting to burst alive on my future rainbows
Some nomads we pick treasures from the future
The skies and nature our only witness
We walk with them prized in our hunting bags
Carrying hope in its precious revered status...
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Waiting For Her Knock
He leaned across and pulled the window closed,
What future would he have now, he supposed
If what he so desired could all come true,
He would no longer be downcast and blue,
But she was not even near, nowhere in sight,
The thought that she, with luck, perhaps just might
Keep to her word, had now become remote.
A tight restriction welled up in his throat.
She'd said she would arrive at two o'clock,
How nerve wracking this waiting for her knock,
But looking at the time, it now was five,
No good to still keep faith and hope alive.
It was obvious, she didn't want to know,
To his heart and pride, it was a vicious blow.
A tap upon the door, could that be her,
His whole dispirited being began to stir,
'Do you want to buy my pegs', the Gypsy said,
But he had fled!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Myself, Ego, Rooftop Restaurants and the Persian carpet
My Gabardine Coat, Necktie, Van Heusen shirt, Quadroy trouser
And the Dolce & Gabbana classic polished shoes
Like a mirror and I see my wrinkled face.
I take my meals in the Rooftop Restaurants
Most of the time,
I eat shark fin soup and Nasi Goreng
For the dessert a Marshmallow pudding
And I come down with the escalator
See my Alloy wheel Italian sports car Alfa Romeo in the parking lot.
My old Chauffeur takes a catnap there.
We go to Golf links and I strike the ball to infinity with the iron club
And by the time I think of old Chauffeur's teenage fashionable wife.
I gulp two or three Gordon's Gin pegs
And back home late at midnight.
My religious wife sniffs not Alcohol but the rare frgrance of perfumes.
I saw black diamonds in small pieces scattered on my bare body
And I found myself early in the morning sleeping on the Persian carpet
The ticks of my pet Chihuahua's running all over my body,
She still groans on her luxurious bed!
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Every Woman Wants To Dance
Every woman wants to dance
Every woman wants the chance.
Behind closed doors
All the fiery sexy sways,
Even thru her kitchen days,
She’ll use her pegs as castanets
As soggy towels her hands do wets.
Over fence, neighbours know they have seen,
The local show of the dancing queen,
Radio’s Rolling Stones belt out the action to
‘I can’t get no satisfaction’,
A million hips gyrate on the table tops
As they swing and hug the upturned mops.
Every woman wants to dance
Every woman wants the chance.
In the shops in the office the toes do tap,
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poem by Ken e Hall
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