Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.
quote by Johnny Mercer
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Cannonball Days
What's come to stay from the Cannonball days
but a house and some clothes on the line.
Fired away your drunken brigade
In the streets of New York as a child.
Woman so fine, fine as a girl
Slow like an Italian wine.
Her hair all a mess and a dress off the shelf
But all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
Cuz you're gonna need it dear.
Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died
All of your roses have died.
I tasted your lips with my hands on your hips
Danced in apartment named Nine.
Cats on the sill and my head to your breast
Beating your rhythms divine.
West Jersey Queen with a rattled machine
Tasted the salt through your skin.
Loved you back then, but I couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
Go give em some hell and goodbye
Loved you back then, but i couldn't say when
Cuz all of your roses have died
All of your roses have died.
Basked in the heat down on Christopher street,
Bought you a rose from a bum
Left you a note, had it stuffed in your coat
You laughed and said it was dumb.
Broke like a stem, and I guess you're with him
I'm sure that he treats you just fine.
So bottoms up, cheers, baby here's to your tears
all of your roses have died.
Better luck in the next life
I'll miss you, but go on, goodbye.
I feel like a stray from these cannonball days
when all of your roses were mine.
all of your roses were mine
all of your roses........were mine
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Song: Child's Play
Are accidents - reflections,
Of the chaotic quantum world;
Do the stars that rule the heavens,
Raise cosmic flags, unfurled?
Is love a constellation,
In the vacuum pack of cold;
A joyous distillation,
A yeast alive in mould?
It's child's play. It is child's play.
It has no creed but come what may.
We write the screed, it's all display:
On bended knee, for luck we pray.
It's child's play. A wild child's play.
We take no heed, but remain unswayed.
It's child's play. It is child's play.
When we learn that greed, is here to stay.
Is the background irradiation,
More a subset of decay;
Not dog-eat-dog predation,
But chance as child's play?
So that's OK. That's what we say.
When the meme of hate, sells well, it pays!
It's child's play. It is child's play,
When our dreams deflate, in a listless haze.
So that's OK. That's what we say.
We lean on fate, like a brand new day.
It's child's play. It is child's play,
When we learn too late, what's been swept away!
poem by Dave SmithWhite
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My Days of Wine and Roses
A Tangerine sun glazed The Travis Vineyard
While the Deep Purple haze, just glowed
The aroma's from all of the picked grapes
Filled Napa's Colored-flavored show!
The Valley 'tis filled with a bounty
Of future vino's of varying kinds
Aged and then tingled to the palate
'Tis Ambrosia, most divine, from the vine!
The succulent grape and its splendour
Shines the California's-near-by coast
The valley, itself, 'Tis a purple Wonder
Growing the most primo for its hosts
Perhaps a wine tasting party?
Hmmmm, wonder, if The Gallo's might attend?
It will truly be a celebration
As the days of Wine, are just 'round the bend!
Oh, did i leave off, The Roses?
My mistake, Mon Amore.
The title would not be complete
As it was, in the days of yore!
Back when it was a Movie
Back when it was a romantic song
Back in the time of old actors (Jack Lemmon)
Back when the wine could do no wrong!
'The Days Of Wine And Roses'
It taps at my long ago memory
Taking me back to a time
When the grape was truly very new to me!
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Single Father
I was a single father raising my child
It had been hard for quite a while.
Having my parents watch him during the day
And no other child with which to play.
I would walk in the door and he
would jump with joy, this was my little boy.
I would give him horsy back rides
And he would laugh until he cried.
We would play “ hide n seek”
And thru his fingers he would peek.
Then we’d run around playing tag
He’d laugh so hard that he would gag.
He had such a shrilling laugh
That the gasses I would pass.
Then he’d laugh even harder
This is my son, and I his father.
Now he is in school learning to read and write
And his grades are dynamite.
I come home from work and still
Make time to play.
And I thank GOD for him every day.
A father and son playing together
In this life what can be better?
It can be better when you have
a boy and girl to share your life.
The boy will go thru cuts and scrapes
And she will go thru satin and lace.
She will pick out her own dress to wear
And certain secrets with you she’ll share.
She will play with her dolls and toys
And capture the hearts of all the boys
She will become the soft side of you
For this is what little girls do.
So to all the single fathers still out there
This is my poem with you I’ll share.
Not many fathers will accept responsibilities
But there are some out there like you and me.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Child In Me
I am a full-grown man
With a wife and children
A good job to do
Have all that I need
People think
I have lot of experience
To share with others
I give to them
What is expected from me?
But do not hide
The child in me
At times
I cry and laugh like him
Ask questions
As a child does
Play and behave like him
I know
Childhood cannot return
But the child in me
Takes me back
To the carefree
World of A child
No matter,
How old I become
I do not want
The child in me to die
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Epicure
FILL the bowl with rosy wine,
Around our temples roses twine.
And let us cheerfully awhile,
Like the wine and roses smile.
Crown'd with roses we contemn
Gyge's wealthy diadem.
Today is ours; what do we fear?
Today is ours; we have it here.
Let's treat it kindly, that it may
Wish, at least, with us to stay.
Let's banish business, banish sorrow;
To the Gods belongs tomorrow.
poem by Abraham Cowley
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Quatrain #7 - Whatever happened to those days of.........
Whatever happened to those days of wine and roses?
when the fragrance of love wafted through our noses.
And each moment was filled with so much joy,
like our childhood days playing with a new toy.
poem by George Krokos
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See Me Through
When I feel like lcant get over
The solid white cliffs of dover
When I dont know what to do
Baby see me through (yeah)
Well Ive been too long in this storm
I feel so sad and forlorn
And perhaps Im counting on you
See me through (yeah)
When I think of that dear rugged cross
Where the dear saviour gave his all
When I feel like Im on my last go round
See me through
See me through the days of wine and roses
See me through one day at a time
See me through when things get heavy
On my mind
When Im already gone (my cup is full)
You can get me through
Bright lights, big city wont do
You can see me through
When I wake up in the morning Im gone
And I need a friend to lean upon
Why dont you see what you can do?
See me through
See me through the days of wine and roses
See me through one day, one day at a time
When Im already mixed up and gone
And you know its just not on
You know exactly what to do
Baby, see me through
Hey get down, baby please dont go
I love you so, you know what to do
Listen, when we were young
When I was a school boy, you used to love my tie
It aint nothing like I love you now
Set my soul on fire yeah, I believe you
See me through, see me through
See me through before, before, before,
Tv, before rock n roll, previous, previous,
Previous, in the days...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Innocence blood
Country, beauty fills it
Home of mother nature
With all the Creature
The voices of children
Is the music of the roses
A child's smile
It is the roses sunlight
A child's laughter
Is nature's patter
Colorful faces
Is the City's rainbow
Now it is country, ugly fills it
Home of a mother warrior
With all the war
The screaming for help
is The Crying of the roses
A child's frown
Is the roses crown
A child's weeping
Is nature's sleeping
Pale faces
Is the City's clouds
Innocence blood
What they have done?
poem by michelle al G
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Roses In Madrid
Roses, Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
Look, look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses,
Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses--
Hold a palm below;
Shake him from the roses,
Catch the vagrant so!
High I toss the roses
From my brown palm up;
Like the wine that bubbles
From a golden cup.
Catch the roses, Senors,
Light on finger tips;
He who buys red roses,
Dreams of crimson lips!
Tinkle! my fresh roses,
With the rare dews wet;
Clink! my crisp, red roses,
Like a castanet!
Roses, Senors, roses,
Come, Hidalgo, buy!
Proudly wait my roses
For thy rose's eye
Be thy rose as stately
As a pacing deer;
Worthy are my roses
To burn behind her ear.
Ha I ha! I can see thee,
Where the fountains foam,
Twining my red roses
In her golden comb!
Roses, Donnas, roses,
None so fresh as mine,
Pluck'd at rose of morning
By our Lady's shrine.
Those that first I gather'd
Laid I at her feet,
That is why my roses
Still are fresh and sweet.
Roses, Donnas, roses!
Roses waxen fair!
Acolytes my roses,
Censing ladies' pray'r!
Roses, roses, roses!
Hear the tawny bull
Thund'ring in the circus--
Buy your arms full.
Roses by the dozen!
Roses by the score!
Pelt the victor with them--
Bull or Toreador!
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
quote by Ernest Dowson
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What about those who don’t play by the rules
Who neither know them nor want to know them
They’ve got this play which never turns them into a game
Of midnight hunters chasing the tail of their own ego
They play the play of colourful fibers
Knit the rainbows in their head
They are the last to judge and the first to lift their eyes
Awe struck before the possibility of sight
Don’t hang your words on the eyes of a child
Growing into the Child
The way you put patches
Onto the holes of your own emptiness
The Future will laugh at you
©М iroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Eternity Of Passion
Chocolate wine and roses have all
left my heart without bliss, the chocolate
inwhich was ment to sweeten my heart
the wine was to mellow my soul and melt
me in your arms, while the aroma of the
roses filled the air, but why did they
have such painfull thorns..
You light a candle and looked into my
eyes so intently, your glaze was burning
my very soul, never will I forget the night
of Chocolate, Wine, Roses, and the ever
burning candle that flickered all night
Only you could find this romantic side of me
that you discovered for the first time but lasted
an etrerntiy of Passion...........
poem by Bonnie Collins
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The Poet Laureat
did you get his
message today
from across the
sea?
that life
is short
you need to
take a stop
along the way
and smell
the roses
in here
to be candid
the men
and women
and children
know that
too welll
and look
at them
the men
drink tuba
the women
spread
the rumors
and giggle
and laugh
and the children
still play
even in the
dark
as i dabble
in poetry
there are no
roses anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Furtive Kiss and a Hug! ! ! !
Here are your Roses, chocolate and wine,
I won’t be able to take you out to dine.
Please, please don’t start to whine
By the way, who was this St Valentine?
Put them in a vase before they wilt,
Don’t be overcome with guilt…
He said, planting a furtive kiss
Dear, couldn’t we have given it a miss?
Now, I need to really, really go, honey
shouldn't be saying, cost a lot of money.
Couldn’t you postpone the celebrations?
Until we got over the slump and recession?
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry,
Love, oh... don’t look that way, I did try.
Now come on, I deserve a big hug,
I obliged graciously, feeling quite smug…
You girls are silly about love and romance,
He is just going through male menopause...
After all these years you must know I care
Don't make me overspend, its not fair.
I had my Roses, chocolate and wine
No harm in indulging and let him whine...
I said to myself arranging flowers with a smile,
And chose to forget the conversation after a while.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Tell Me Child
Little one
Sweet child
Play me a song
Let it fill me up
Let it bring me joy
Tell me how to sing along
Tell me how to dance
Tiny one
Lovely child
Give me a game
Let it make me laugh
Let it give me hope
Tell me how to be young
Tell me how to live
Small one
Good child
Give me a day
Let me have a life like yours
Let me follow in your ways
Tell me how to dream
Tell me how to love
Because dear child
In this big bad world
It’s so easy to forget
poem by Fae Sebastian
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Lost Youth
The glorious days of youth don't last.
We play. We laugh and when it's passed
we wonder why it slipped away?
And when was that, on which day?
Was it the day you realized
that laughter and playing though idolized
cannot be harnessed, cannot be kept?
Or was it the day you finally wept
over the fact that fairytales die?
Whenever it was you remember the cry
that escaped with a sob.
A theif came in and he did rob
the play, the laugh and youthful mirth.
You awoke to the fact that this old earth
is not a playground anymore.
It's just a place with work in store.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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THIS IS OUR WORLD! ! (SHOCKING n EXPLICIT)
Where a child lives in a warm mother's cocoon
Where a child is sold to the prostitutes, her life doomed
Where a father fiercely protects his child
Yet another father enters another's child
Where children play without any fear
Where men enter boys through the rear
Where a child gets a new toy every day
Where a child becomes a toy near the bay
Where a child is whooped up and twirled
Where a child is forced down and hurled
Where they go to fancy schools, sing and play
Where for a single meal, they sweat and labour all day
poem by Renu Rakheja
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Reminisces
Remeber the days
When we'd sit on the swing?
When we'd laugh and play?
I remeber those days
Before the fighting started
You seem to have forgotten them
Remeber when mom would take us
On walks outside?
She'd smile and laugh
And we'd catch fireflies in jars
But they always died
Remeber when dad was happy and didn't drink?
When we didn't hear
Screaming and yelling
Out side their bedroom door?
Before mom ran out crying
With bruses and cuts
All over her arms?
I remember thoses days
You do too
All you do now is sit and remince
About the past
When we were little
You have forgotten about me
And how much I need you
When will you return?
poem by Autumn Winds
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Wine (Love Poem)
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day
poem by Ian Beckett
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