The dog is the god of frolic.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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Act Our Age
On a sun kissed beach,
we frolic our time away,
playing assorted games
as kids we used to play.
People stop and stare
at two old people playing in the sand,
wondering when we will grow up
and act our age again.
We just carry on having fun
the way we used to do
with both our minds on one thing
and that is me and you.
Age may have stolen our youth,
but our spirits are still young.
We can still frolic in the sand
and have a lot of fun.
29 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Allegory
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Ill Be Here A While
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while
Far is solace in the maddening pace
Sad state written on my face
Not a tight rope walk but dance
Uncertain game of chance
But Ill see it through in time
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while
And if a person place or thing can deliver
I will quiver with delight
Tempted by the hand that could
Blind my vision and sight
But at twenty years of age
In frolic and in rage
I will see it through in time
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Ill be here a while
But the dawn has come into the endless night
And everythings going to be alright
But at thirty years of age
Through frolic and in rage
All regressed and healed in time
Ill be here a while, aint going nowhere
Said i, said i, said i, I will survive
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There Is A Moment That Is So Perfect
There is a moment that is so perfect
that I do not want to disturb it with a word
as love becomes a perfect melody;
there is a moment that is so perfect,
that I do not want to disturb it with a word
when your glance frolic over me like a butterfly,
where any movement can hinder it
that I do not want to disturb it with a word,
when your glance frolic over me like a butterfly,
where love matchless radiate through each other
and I for moments long barely breathe,
when your glance frolic over me like a butterfly
where love matchless radiate through each other
there is a moment that is so perfect,
when you love me with an intimate knowledge,
where love matchless radiate through each other,
there is a moment that is so perfect
that I do not want to disturb it with a word
as love becomes a perfect melody;
there is a moment that is so perfect.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The dog was created especially for children. He is the God of frolic.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic.
quote by Henry Ward Beecher
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A Horseman
A frolic welcome,
Three children of three houses;
Today, i have to be blamed.
Achilles could be seen coming from afar,
Like the horseman and his horse;
This grey spirit is yearning for my desire.
The slow worm climbs,
To twinkle from the rocks;
Beyond the uttermost bound of the human thought,
Like this grey spirit yearning for my desire.
Of common duties,
Of slaves in bondage;
I am part of all that i have met.
You are well loved to me like the fishing nets,
But roaming with a hungry heart all the time;
Much have i seen and known in this life like,
The horseman and his horse.
Today, i am blamed;
Of names and the climates around,
Of the people as well to share my love with.
Of love,
Let all those things be as they were before;
Of my pastr memories to share with you like,
A frolic welcome without amuse.
I never came begging for meself,
Revolving to many memories;
Where, a horeseman knows his horse very well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On the Prodigal
Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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The Merry month of May
O THE month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen.
Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale,
The sweetest singer in all the forest quire,
Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love's tale:
Lo, yonder she sitteth, her breast against a brier.
But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo;
See where she sitteth; come away, my joy:
Come away, I prithee, I do not like the cuckoo
Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green;
And then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer's Queen
poem by Thomas Dekker
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Tomb Of Life
Forgetfulness
by the flames
of embrace
and the departure
of child development
The only day in existence
when It's not
a snow day
I shall cross paths
on the iron bridge
not to be deleted
but to frolic away
in confidence
poem by Shai Cherry
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To Beatrice Stuart--Wortley Ætat
Patter, patter, little feet,
Making music quaint and sweet,
Up the passage, down the stair;
Patter, patter everywhere.
Ripple, ripple, little voice;
When I hear you, I rejoice.
When you cease to crow and coo,
Then my heart grows silent too.
Frolic, frolic, little form,
While the day is young and warm.
When the shadows shun the west,
Climb up to my knee, and rest.
Slumber, slumber, little head,
Gambols o'er and night-prayers said.
I will give you in your cot
Kisses that awake you not.
Open, open, little lids!
Lambs are frisking in the meads;
Blackcaps flit from stem to stem;
Come and chirp along with them.
Change not, change not, little fay;
Still be as you are to-day.
What a loss is growth of sense,
With decrease of innocence!
Something in your little ways
Wins me more than love or praise.
You have gone, and I feel still
Void I somehow cannot fill.
Yes, you leave, when you depart,
Empty cradle in my heart,
Where I sit and rock my pain,
Singing lullaby in vain.
Come back, come back, little feet!
Bring again the music sweet
To the garden, to the stair;
Patter, chatter everywhere.
poem by Alfred Austin
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The Beginning of Summer
At the rise of summer a hundred beasts and trees
Join in gladness that the season bids them thrive.
Stags and does frolic in the deep woods;
Snakes and insects are pleased by the rank grass.
Jelly Fish
Jellyfish
Graceful in their dance,
As they whirl oceans,
Happy to frolic in their
Kaleidoscopic tentacles,
Quiet menace
Poisonous alien mutants,
Sucker punch
Yet,
Blooming like lotus.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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Fairy Glen
We frolic in the morning dew
you and me on a summer morn.
Two children who are reborn
again in a distant field,
we lean against a dandelion,
sit on a toadstool
watch our brothers and sisters
testing out their wings
as they play within the fairy glen.
8April 2011
poem by David Harris
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A beautiful morning? (c) 4-23-2010
Oh what a beautiful grey sky
What I thought was a beautiful day
I freakin thought I could frolic through flowers
But I guess that went away
poem by Corey Threet
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Young Man’s Isolation
No city lights
No disco nights
No roaring crowd
No music so loud.
No gadgets to show
No gizmos’ glow.
No nightly gimmick
No teenage frolic.
‘Tis my isolation
For my vocation.
‘Tis worldly loss
For the sake of the cross.
poem by Borgjie Distura
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Silesian Landscape
The January wind
bangs
against the window-panes,
maliciously twists
the black bones
of shivering trees,
racks
Baroque clouds
in a scudding cycle
of dreams,
under which rooks,
like cast-out
angels,
frolic,
cough up hermetic
blasphemies
on a grey day
without snow.
poem by Leo Yankevich
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How Pansies Or Hearts-ease Came First
Frolic virgins once these were,
Overloving, living here;
Being here their ends denied
Ran for sweet-hearts mad, and died.
Love, in pity of their tears,
And their loss in blooming years,
For their restless here-spent hours,
Gave them hearts-ease turn'd to flowers.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Freudian Stages of Psychosexual Development of Personality
Freud found oral, anal, phallic
and genital stages of a child frolic
for his personality to grow
and if these driving forces act slow
we'll see ill-grown minds, vitriolic.
The 'Nets' show the clips of these stages to the youth.
What a Gallic charm they get seeing the truth!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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