Quotes about linda, page 5
Scents Of Christmas' Past
When just a small girl, I seem now to remember when,
There was a special scent of Christmas in our home,
How the Christmas evergreen’s pine perfume,
Room to room, would seem to roam.
Even sounds seemed different back then,
Then they do somehow today,
Don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown accustom to them,
Not filled with that child-like excitement,
In my remembered, childhood Christmas way.
Maybe it’s because the nest is empty now?
Of my children’s laughter and joy,
Somehow that’s what Christmas Day sounds should be,
Filled up with little children,
All playing with their Christmas toys.
So when on Christmas morning,
As they all would rise,
They’d all run down to view the miracle,
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poem by Linda Winchell
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The Semi Pro Punter
The heating up to twenty five and the lounge room nice and warm
And Joe sits on the sofa studying the racing form
With his ears tuned in to 3 U Z what's Higgins got to say
The movement in the market and the scratchings for the day.
Number six shows too much flesh and ten needs the blow out
And Higgins he is seldom wrong he knows what he's about
And number nine doesn't like the wet he likes it hard and dry
But do not leave the favourite out include him in your tri.
He picks his seven for the trifecta and he phones the T A B
Just five minutes before the off at twenty after three
Three of his seven run a drum and he whoops aloud in joy
When he hear news of the dividend a thousand dollar tri.
Next monday when he goes to work he will inform the boys
And wait with a smile for the jealous glint in greedy old John's eyes
Another thousand to his retirement fund and Linda in the dark
He scored whilst she watched the football Pies perform at Princes Park.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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In The Lake On Rosh Hashanah
When into a lake we dive
we do not aim get from a to b,
but just to feel that we’re alive,
which also is the reason we
should be immersed now in each other
as we would be if we’d dived in
a lake, and not attempt to smother
our feelings as on Yom HaDin,
when we’re immersed in prayer to God,
but love-soaked so that we can be
a couple that does not find odd
the romance of its repartee.
Written for Linda on the eve of Rosh Hashanah 5770 for Linda after reading Joe Morgensten’s review of Jane Campion’s movie “Bright Star” (“Ode to a Romantic Biopic: ‘Bright Star’: Cornish inspires as Keats’s love, ” WSJ, September 18,2009) :
In “Bright Star, ” a dramatization of the intense though unconsummated love affair between the young Romantic poet John Keats and his younger neighbor, Fanny Brawne, the filmmaker Jane Campion has performed her own feat of romantic imagination. The production is modest in physical scale, mostly reserved in tone and touchingly simple in design (apart from Fanny's dazzling wardrobe, which is justified by her gifts as a seamstress) . Yet the effect is exhilarating, and deeply pleasurable. It's like the dive into a lake that Keats evokes to explain the experience of poetry. The point, he explains to Fanny, is not to get to the other side, but to luxuriate in the lake.
On Poets.org a reviewer writes:
One of the most intimate early scenes of the relationship takes place over an impromptu poetry lesson, though Keats is suspicious of Brawne. When she asks for an introduction concerning 'the craft of poetry, ' Keats dismisses the notion: 'Poetic craft is a carcass, a sham. If poetry doesn't come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.' As the conversation continues, however, Brawne earns Keats's trust, and he offers a more useful explanation: “A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it's to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.”
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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In The Lake Before Rosh Hashanah
When into lakes we choose to drive
it’s not to swim from a to b,
but just to feel that we’re alive,
which also is the reason we
have plunged so fully in each other,
as if together we’d dived in
a lake in which we do not smother
our feelings as on Yom HaDin,
when we’re immersed in prayer to God,
love-soaked, undried, which helps us be
a couple that does not find odd
the romance of its repartee.
Written for Linda on the eve of Rosh Hashanah 5770 for Linda after reading Joe Morgensten’s review of Jane Campion’s movie “Bright Star” (“Ode to a Romantic Biopic: ‘Bright Star’: Cornish inspires as Keats’s love, ” WSJ, September 18,2009) :
In “Bright Star, ” a dramatization of the intense though unconsummated love affair between the young Romantic poet John Keats and his younger neighbor, Fanny Brawne, the filmmaker Jane Campion has performed her own feat of romantic imagination. The production is modest in physical scale, mostly reserved in tone and touchingly simple in design (apart from Fanny's dazzling wardrobe, which is justified by her gifts as a seamstress) . Yet the effect is exhilarating, and deeply pleasurable. It's like the dive into a lake that Keats evokes to explain the experience of poetry. The point, he explains to Fanny, is not to get to the other side, but to luxuriate in the lake.
On Poets.org a reviewer writes:
One of the most intimate early scenes of the relationship takes place over an impromptu poetry lesson, though Keats is suspicious of Brawne. When she asks for an introduction concerning “the craft of poetry, ” Keats dismisses the notion: “Poetic craft is a carcass, a sham. If poetry doesn't come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.” As the conversation continues, however, Brawne earns Keats's trust, and he offers a more useful explanation: “A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore; it’s to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept mystery.”
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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Keep Flowing
Between the closing dusk of sleep
and my descended night
I catch a spotlit vision
of living water glistening:
at times a pond of koi,
sometimes an overflowing cup,
a fountain, river or a flooded garden where I stand
gazing at my crystal feet
amongst the flowers.
Such visions come from down within the folds
and fissures of my brain,
dripping, trickling, rushing, and no one knows
the quantity of waters stored there, fed
by even deeper streams.
While deep within the ocean grows your brain
where nematodes and blind fish
swim and search among voluted fissures,
where bubbles from deep cracks and crevices
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poem by Linda Hepner
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Estoy Soando
Yo lo so
y el corazn
me habl de amor
con emocin
Si vives la magia
de hadas que hacen bien
vers que el futuro
sonre tambin
Creo en angelitos
que me cuidan siempre de caer
creo en angelitos
que la vida linda me hacen ver
y llegar
yo lo so
Yo lo so
no fue ilusin
y me ayud
en mi afliccin
Y la fantasa
a la oscuridad
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song performed by ABBA
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Avalon Hideway
Somebody breathin down my neck
While Im tryin to roll the bones
I dont care Ill just float a check
Cause Im feelin my gamblin jones
Here come seven, gimme eleven come again
Love to hideout where I am my own best friend
Theres crazy little linda lou
With the long and lanky legs
Nobody do it like linda do
At these backwoods lone star dregs
Like I told you, head out fm 92
Roll in slowly, youll be safer if you do
If you dont know what Im talkin about
Let me ease your worried mind
Its the place to go without a doubt
But its a litlle bit hard to find
Back in the timber, once youre there
Youll wanna stay
Get loose and limber anytime night or day
Just remember, ask for the avalon hideway
song performed by ZZ Top
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Linda Paloma
At the moment the music began
And you heard the guitar player starting to sing
You were filled with the beauty that ran
Through what you were imagining
Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love
I was the endless sky
And you were my mexican dove
Now the music that played in your ears
Grows a little bit fainter each day
And you find yourself looking through tears
At the love you feel slipping away
Though its not the kind
Of love you might hope to find
If tears could release the heart
From the shadows preferred by the mind
Like a wind that comes up in the night
Caressing your face while you sleep
Love will fill your eyes with the sight
Of a world you cant hope to keep
Dreaming on after that moments gone
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song performed by Jackson Browne
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Maria
Ela , uma mulher especial
Recm chegada de outro planeta
Ela , a super fmea fatal
que te ama a noite inteira
Assim Maria,
Linda flor do dia
Um veneno doce,
T?o gostoso de se tomar
Assim Maria,
Sonho e fantasia
Que se voc bebe,
De paix?o pode te matar
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra frente Maria
Um, Dois, Trs
Um passinho pra trs
Ah eu te quero agora Maria
Maria eu quero te amar
Ela , Como um pecado mortal
Que te condena pouco a pouco
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song performed by Ricky Martin
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Gimme Three Steps
I was cutting the rug
Down at a place called the jug
With a girl named linda lu
When in walked a man
With a gun in his hand
And he was looking for you know who.
He said, hey there fellow,
With the hair colored yellow,
Watcha tryin to prove?
cause thats my woman there
And Im a man who cares
And this might be all for you.
I was scared and fearing for my life.
I was shakin like a leaf on a tree.
cause he was lean, mean,
Big and bad, lord,
Pointin that gun at me.
I said, wait a minute, mister,
I didnt even kiss her.
Dont want no trouble with you.
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song performed by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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