Quotes about sip, page 6
In the Garden
Hummingbirds dance from sip to sip
While a column of ants continues it's trip.
Each breath of breeze seizes some leaves
As trees bow and stretch their sleeves.
Dandelions with crowns abound on the hill
Spewing gold and parachutes at will.
That snail is slow, as would be the mouse,
If on his back he carried his house.
After a morning rinse freshens the ground,
Doves shuffle for a snack in each grassy mound.
A peach drops then saunters to rest,
Alerting a squirrel on his unending quest.
Myriad blue pedals waving in the breeze
Owe their existence to armies of bees
Who tirelessly toil from dawn to twilight,
Giving and taking from each flower in sight.
A tide of honeysuckle charges up the hill,
Perfuming the air while conquering at will.
Pines stab the earth with spidering roots,
Straining toward heaven with branching shoots.
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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If Only
IF only? Do it now fair friend,
ON ifs and buts time will not wait,
Leave vain regrets, anticipate!
Youth sighs good-byes until ti[m]es end.
IF only? Kisses signals send!
ONe sip, for lips four to elate,
Life is too short to hesitate!
Your closeness sought should joy extend.
IF only? There’s no time to spend!
ONce IS forever! Don’t debate!
Leave b[l]ind fact cracked behind – the gate
Yin, Yang leaves open none should rend.
IF only? Lifespans none extend,
ONto eternity see Fate
Lottery duly orchestrate...
Yet 'free will' sentence may suspend.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Evening Date.
Hi come in I've just put on
the Mahler the 3rd Ok? she says
and before you can reply she
ushers you into the lounge where
you remove your coat and hear
the Mahlerian sounds from the hifi
and the smell of her scent and two
glasses of scotch on the small table
by the sofa take a seat she says taking
your coat off to the other room and
you look at the Picasso print on the
wall and think how long before she
tries to undress you and you sit and
she's back and sits beside you and says
drink up and take in the Mahler and
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poem by Terry Collett
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Selected to Make Decisions
So behind the eight ball.
Those that can not see the forest...
But also can not interpret the tea leaves.
Even if they had a sip of it,
They would choose to have it sweetened.
Regardless of the affects or purpose.
Or the intentions of the ingredients.
To move and advance forward,
There has to be steps made!
This requires effort.
With a fading of rhetoric.
And the saving of the paving of it.
When someone claims to be aware,
But can not see a moving truck.
Or stares at a beachball...
That hits them in the head,
Because they do not duck.
I pause for concern!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slowly Winter sets in...
It’s the onset of long awaited winter,
There is a slight nip in the air.
I hear the sound of bird’s twitter
Flitting about the trees without a care.
You can let your French windows open,
And draw your drapes apart.
And let the bright rays of the Sun
Stream in and warm your heart.
I feel cosy as I pull my Jaipuri quilt,
And quietly soak in the magical morn
I don’t feel any pangs of guilt,
And take an off with a yawn.
Today I am going to skip all the news,
I decide as I sip my chamomile tea.
And leisurely just enjoy a few
Of the things that make me, me.
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poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Theory And Practice
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,
Warning the sinners from the broad highway
That leads to death. He rolls his pious eye,
And tells how wily demons hidden lie
To spring upon the thoughtless souls who pass
Along. He lifts his hands, and cries, 'Alas!
That such things be! O sinners! pause;
Gird on God's armor; let the devil see
Thou hast espoused a high and holy cause,
And all his arts are powerless on thee.'
'Tis thus the man of God in warning cries,
And tears of heart-felt sorrow fill his eyes;
And then he doffs his surplice and his gown,
And calls for wine to wash his sorrow down.
Ah! follower of the meek and lowly One,
And is it thus that thou wouldst have men shun
The road to death? Is this the better way,
Of which thou tellest on the Sabbath-day?
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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Amelia Jane
In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,
Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and sip the sherbet cool,
They have white Circassian girls for slaves, as well as the Negro black;
And it seems to me in our free land that slavery's coming back:
It's fenced about with custom and law, and they give it a prettier name.
But, spite of the paltry wage that's paid, it's slavery all the same.
In a handsome home in a stately town is worthy Mrs MacFee,
Chairwoman known of a Christian guild, for a noble dame is she:
Her doors are open to strangers all who call and leave their card;
But Amelia Jane, who left last week, declares the place was hard.
Surely Amelia Jane was wrong: she should have been happy to stay,
For she's only hanging around the town looking for work today.
Such a good woman is Mrs MacFee, toiling with voice and hand
In the cause of the poor little Indian girls away in a distant land;
Such a good woman is Mrs MacFee, for hers is an open door,
And her name's at the top of the charity list for the wives of the drunken poor.
But Amelia Jane has a hungry look, with hollows under the eyes:
She says she was starved, but everyone knows that Amelia Jane tells lies.
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poem by David McKee Wright
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If You Pay I Sing
if you pay, i sing
Jesus made a miracle
Jesus made a miracle
Jesus made my bottle walk
My day has come,
I've gotta go
but I still have a song
to show a song
that makes your bottle go
I've gotta fly when a banjo rings
but my maker gave me hands not wings
So I've gotta fly with drinks
It's easier than you would think
to sip the drink just sip the drink
If you pay I try to sing anything
I'll try to drink anything
song performed by Quimby
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Solo, Seduto Sulla Panchina Del Porto Guardo Le Navi Partir...
Solo, seduto sulla panchina del porto guardo le navi partire...
A volte resto e a volte parto, e vado via di qui
Perch mi sento preso nella rete, e sono in fondo al mare
Trafitto solo da un raggio di luce, che scalda pi del sol...
TU.
Oh baby dimmi solo s, oh my baby isola la sip
Perch non lo vedi che ho pensieri sconci
E allora non fermarti, agita i tuoi fianchi
Cos, io rimango qui.
Solo, seduto sulla panchina del porto guardo le navi partire...
Ma nei tuoi occhi c' un immenso mare aperto per questo resto qui
Voglio dormire sotto cieli di pace nel letto del mio amore
Trafitto solo da un raggio di luce, che scalda pi del sol...
TU.
Oh baby dimmi solo s (togliti gli slip), oh my baby isola la sip
Perch non lo vedi che ho pensieri sconci
E allora non fermarti, agita i tuoi fianchi
Cos, io rimango qui.
Cos, io rimango qui.
Io sto bene qui, cos
song performed by Zucchero
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Ten O' Clock, I'm Almost Done
Ten o'clock and I'm almost done
as I'll meet you tonight
Another sip brings another smile
as I'll meet you tonight
But that sip goes down with a bitter taste
And that smile is a grin in that reflection of mine
Another dress trades place again
as you'll meet me tonight
Painted eyes and painted lips
as you'll meet me tonight
But that dress you wear feels wrong in a way
And your face makes a grin in that reflection of yours
'Cause I will use the same old words
to say those things that you want me to say
And you will look happy, but no
it's just because you know that I want you to be
It's not better for me
Face to face in a crowded place
as conversation runs out
And plans are made for another try
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song performed by Yvonne
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