The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
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The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
quote by Cousin Woodman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Become Suspected
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To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Morning
I can't stop myself from calling
Calling out your name
I can't stop myself from falling
Falling back again
In the morning
Baby, in the afternoon
Dark like the shady corner
Inside a violin
Hot like to burn my lips
I know I can't win
In the morning
Baby, in the afternoon
I try to quit you but I'm too weak
Waking up without you
I can hardly speak at all
My girlfriend tried to help me
Get you off my mind
She tried a little tea and sympathy
To help me to unwind
In the morning
Baby, in the afternoon
Funny how my favorite shirt
Smells more like you than me
Bitter traces left behind
In stains no one can see
In the morning
Baby, in the afternoon
You're gonna put me in an early grave
I know I'm your slave whenever you call
I can't stop myself from calling
Calling out your name
I can't stop myself from falling
Falling back again
Falling back again
In the morning
Baby, in the afternoon
song performed by by Norah Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Afternoon Poem Is Rare
AN AFTERNOON POEM IS RARE
An Afternoon Poem is rare-
Afternoon is long after the first light-
Afternoon is a time of heaviness and quiet
A time of rest-
Afternoon is after the morning work has been done-
Afternoon is the weight of the day-
Afternoon is the time after the day has lost its freshness-
Still there must be afternoon poems-
There must be a beauty that emerges
In its own way,
Perhaps from where lovers meet
Perhaps from ‘ripeness is all’
Perhaps from the anticipation of evening
Perhaps from winter where it is the warmest time of day.
There must be afternoon poems-
Poems that celebrate all that warmth can bring-
Poems of rest poems of sleep-
Poems of waiting to believe
That in the evening
A new day and a new world
Will make life easier again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A woman’s loss
A mother to her son is no more a repute
If her modesty is suspected.
A wife to her husband is no more cute
If her fidelity is suspected.
A daughter to her father is no more worth
If her virginity is suspected.
To gain their love and affection,
A woman has to sublimate her passion.
13.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Afternoon Tea
Tea time wont be the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I think about that small cafe
Thats where we used to meet each day
And then we used to sit a while
And drink our afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take sugar with tea (afternoon tea)
You take milk if you please (afternoon tea)
Like you talking to me
Because you ease my mind
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Tea time still aint the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I went to our cafe one day
They said that donna walked away
Youd think at least she might have stayed
To drink her afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
Every day of the week (afternoon tea)
Please come along if you like
Because I like you, girl
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Morning Poem Did Not Come
THE MORNING POEM DID NOT COME
The morning poem did not come-
So this is the effort of an afternoon poem,
Warm and sun- filled and relaxing and deep and waiting.
This is a poem between times more interesting than itself.
The light is so great now.
But this too is a poem of little or nothing to say
Of afternoon emptiness after morning emptiness
On a tired tired day.
Once I thought I would write poems which would make immortal
Those I love.
Now I write poems to keep myself going.
This afternoon I am extremely tired
But if this is poem
Or even if I only think it is
I can have a rest
Before I face the evening.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When The Seasons Changes
In the morning it is very cold!
But in the afternoon it is very hot;
And like, winter in the morning and summer in the afternoon,
But the eagles up high will always find a prey! !
Because, nature had made it that way;
And, we have to accept things as they are.
Try to understand nature in times like this!
Because, you and i know what it is to love someone;
But, when the seasons changes,
We all learn from our varoius mistakes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Three Times Of Prayer Each Day
THREE TIMES OF PRAYER EACH DAY
My poems are more of morning than of night-
And of afternoon least of all.
The first light is hope
And the darkness needs help.
But who knows how to define
The long struggle of the afternoon
In which we live so much of our life?
It is morning again
And who knows what this day will bring?
And what the times of life will require?
But the light of the day is already here
So let us try to begin again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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But Mostly In The Wrong Direction
day 1
took 1,473 steps today(or rather night) under the dark, weighted
sky, nearly stumbled but the cracks in the sidewalk
can't bring me down
day 34
love left me today(or rather morning)
7,893 steps say run, run, get away
and never come back
day 127
hope returned today(or rather afternoon)
and so did i
with 7,894 steps just to make up for leaving
day 542
walked today (was it morning or afternoon?)
do you know how the cold makes the sunset freeze in gold?
didn't count steps today
much better things to do
poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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Lost Opportunity
Words and music by queen
With the morning I face the sun
I lift my head and smile for everyone
Every afternoon youll find me working on
I got my new shoes on
Got to be moving on
Thats what they say
Every night Im tossed
And I shake my fevered brow
Thinking of my lost opportunity
Yes every morning I face the sun
I get so positive with everyone
Every afternoon youll find the cracks showing through
They know what Im going through
Oh yes they do
Every evening finds me
The optimist behind me
On with my lost opportunity
song performed by by Queen
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Twentyfour Hours
Morning skies of blue,
morning drops of dew,
some overhead,
some beneath my feet,
They both come into view.
Afternoon sun so bright,
afternoon heat so white,
some on my skin
how I feel it burn.
It makes me welcome the night.
Evening sounds I hear,
evening sounds appear
when all is quiet,
no noise of the day
is there to interfere.
Peaceful dark of night,
peaceful with no light.
Nothing overhead
tucked up in my bed,
I've nothing but dreams in my sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Glorafilia
She keeps me waiting in the morning
Tying ribbons in her hair
And come the evening theres no warning
Why Im not to know why she isnt there
No time to tell her all the reasons
Why I always disappear
And in those desperate situations
I just fade away still she never cares
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says there aint no point in loving you no oh
She keeps me wrapped around her finger
So I dont know what to do
And using my imagination
She could set me free
I bet she's dying to
And sipping wine around a table
Her expense is plain to see
Entertainging for a living
Shes got everything that she doesn't need
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says there aint no point in loving you no oh
I cant sleep at night
I must show that things just ain't right
I really need to know
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says there ain't no point in loving you no oh
But Glorafilia says
She says its just another Sunday afternoon oh oh
And Glorafilia says
She says there ain't no point in loving you no oh
song performed by by Zed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Drilling Holes
(HogarthKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
A man came to drill holes in the afternoon
And by the evening
Most of the afternoon had gone
I seem to have slept through the morning
But in the afternoon
A morning is yet to come
A girl came to help out in the kitchen
And by the evening
We found we were all washed up
We ate on the lawn
With the insects
We burned incense
Most of the band turned up
It was just one of those days
When the mind strays
One of those days
When everyone plays
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on
A woman arrived in a panic
With a picnic
Better to give than receive
A man came to pick holes in the logic
He wore plastic
And shoes you would hardly believe
The evening arrived
Slightly early like a pygmy
Chewing the wrong kind of leaves
We ordered extra tea
Listened to XTC
Under a shady tree
Went back to bed at three
It was cool
As can be
(two sugars for me..)
It was just one of those days
When the mind strays
When everyone plays
One of those days
When everyone stays
And all of the dreaming goes on
One of THOSE days.
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Friable Autopsy Of Time
Decided to slice open I got up
Truly a decisive morning And thought of cutting open
Autopsied the yawning Morning's main body
That made it such Harsh lumps to the left
Why was it incisive Smoother to the right
Why did I think it wise Away I went
Yet uttered a demise Hoping to gasp at the midline
So fast and derisive And be thoroughly surprised
A flesh of time slain Perhaps even thrilled
My attitude truly hooked As I knew indeed
Blades were my hands That mornings were
Just bleeding strands A product
As I looked again looked Probably on rent
Yet again
But nothing was proven
And a thought was sowing
In the afternoon going /Afternoon seeds flowing
That I didn't learn much
Renting bodies each and every morning
Time was sliced open at 2: 46 AM almost by the end of summer 2010
poem by Francisco Reichd'Almeida
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Winners From The Very Beginning
They were all dealt from the same deck.
And played their cards,
Accordingly.
Doing those things they believed were correct.
And whispering over their shoulders,
How they would win over others.
None of the players suspected,
They were being played and used.
None of the players suspected,
They were being used and abused.
And thoese they 'assumed'
Had losing hands.
Because they seemed to have lives,
Bombarded with obstacles.
Actually were the winners from the very beginning,
Because they were the ones...
The dealer had chose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Melancholia
In the afternoon, baby in my room
When the lights are dim way beyond the hill
In the afternoon, baby in my room
When Im really down get me off the ground
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
In the morning time when I go outside
In the morning time its like that all the while
In the afternoon when Im in my room
Every single day, it wont go away
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
And its in my heart, when were apart
And it stops and starts, and its in my heart
Every single day its always in my way
When Im making hay, all Ive got to say
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
Well its in my blood and its in my veins
Here it comes again, when Im in the rain
In the wind and rain, well the sun dont shine
Well its always mine, all of the time
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
And its in my life and its all the time
It doesnt go away when the church bells chime
In the evening time when I drink my wine
In the evening time when its on my mind
Melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
Its only melancholia
Oh melancholia, oh melancholia, oh melancholia, oh melancholia
Melancholia, melancholia
They call it, call it melancholia, call it melancholia, call it melancholia, call it melancholia
Call it melancholia, melancholia, melancholia, melancholia
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I wake up early in the morning and walk for an hour. If I have something to write, I prefer to write in the morning until midday, and in the afternoon, I eat.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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Afternoon High
The sunlight hits the corner of your eye
As it bounces off the morning sky
The summer in the 70s fly by
Bye
Daylight hits the corners of your mind
Steals the thought you thought no one could find
Close your eyes and it will rob you blind
Blind
Incidental memories collide
Sentimental reveries abide
Afternoon high
Daylight hits the corners of your mouth
Steals the words that filled you up with doubt
Open up and let them all fall out
Honey smoothes the wrinkles from you bed
Gone are the indentations of your head
Leaving just the frown upon your forehead
Incidental memories collide
Sentimental reveries abide
Afternoon high
Worry works a wrinkle over time
Open eyes and let it rob you blind
Incidental memories collide
People tell me you've been blinded by
On afternoon high
On afternoon high
On afternoon high
song performed by by A-Ha
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Bunbury Afternoon
England in the summer is a pretty sight
Flowers in the meadow in the morning light
You know , satisfy the song inside
And the dream is making you care , evrybody smiles
And the dream is taking you there
Theres a little bit of heaven on the village green
And the bunbury eleven that you never see
And they take all comers in the month of june
On a friday , saturday , sunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
They all say it couldnt be real
Shakin their head in wonder
Makin it long drive home
And when the sun and the moment is gone
Breakin that spell were under
We played a part in the heart of a beautiful memory
Theres a baby in a cradle and a wise old man
Young lovers happy to be hand in hand
Evrybody finds their way
They will learn the secret in time
Theres a ring on her finger
And a love that shows
And the bunbury eleven say the rumor goes
They re married in the church in the month of june
On a friday , saturday , sunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
Theres a wind in the willows
When the day is done
People disappearing in the golden sun
You know , evrybody smiles
Theres a little bit of heaven on ....
song performed by by Bee Gees
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