It's not the winter that bothers me - it's the summers.
quote by Walt Alston
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He's Bothered Again!
Where are they?
Do they have him?
Will they know?
And troubled is he
Disturbed is he
Am I troubled?
How much bothered can his soul get?
Bothered about his own life
Bothered about bothering about his life
Bothered about wealth
Bothered about bothering about wealth
And weaker and weaker he is as the day go by
And worse still shall be his story
Because he is bothered about nature
And things in it
But he is never bothered about aiding nature
Or the things in it
Such person,
I am bothered about
Because he bothers to effect no change
And bothers that he hasn't effected a change
And why he did not effect any change
But not how he could effect such change
He also bothers about those who aren't bothered
He bothers for them
His stupidity is the source of their livelihood
He bothers why they do not bother
He bothers about those who effect changes
He bothers how long it took for such change
He bothers the risk taken
He never bothers how they do it
But he bothers if they were a bandit
And everyday, he keeps bothering
And knows not that he bothers his life
And his health
And his sanity
But those who bother aren't stupid
Except if they bother like he does
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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Summer Of '78
It was one of those summers
lasting forever
making the winter wait.
A summer of music and passion
the summer of '78.
You appeared like the summer
sudden and perfect
and not a day too late.
I swear there was music
when I found you
that summer of '78.
It seemed we floated
through the days
and nights were always
filled with stars.
And it seemed every song
that they played on the
radio was ours.
It was one of those summers
only for lovers
touched by the hand of fate.
And now when winter's are long
I remember the summer of '78...
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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This winter2
It’s as if this winter
is more deadly,
than the cold with which it bothers.
It’s as if there lies greater evil
than the pig flu,
that comes with this winter.
My life is now empty from you
and our love,
is almost dead from frost and freezing.
Will there ever be
a hot summer between us
and will that which are left between us,
sprout out and flower again?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Summers Gone
Looking in a window on a rainy day.
Thinking about good things that I just threw away.
Looking in the gutter, watching the trash go flowing by.
Thinking its summer, but there are only clouds in the sky.
When I think about what we wasted, makes me sad,
We never appreciated what we had.
Now Im standing in a doorway with my overcoat on,
It really feels like summers gone.
So alone.
Summers gone.
It should have been a laugh, it should have been fun,
When I think of all the things that we did last summer.
Now I look back, it seems such a crime,
We couldnt appreciate it at the time.
Now Im standing in a doorway, thinking of summers gone by.
It ought to make me happy, but it just makes me want to cry.
I was riding in the car with my mum and dad,
He was drivin the car, the kids were drivin him mad.
Dad looked at us, then he looked at his wife,
He must have wondered where we all came from.
And then mum said, dad, you know it wont last for long,
Before you know it, summers gone.
So alone.
Summers gone.
I really blew it all, when I think it through,
I really lost it all when I lost you.
Now Im standing in a doorway with water in my shoes,
It really feels like, feels like summers gone.
So alone.
Summers gone.
Summers gone, so alone.
Summers gone.
song performed by by Kinks
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Rondeau at the Train Stop
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay
drifting toward me on the T stop, the train
circling the city like a dingy, year-round
Christmas display. The Puritans were right! Sin
is everywhere in Massachusetts, hell-bound
in the population. it bothers me
because it's summer now and sticky - no rain
to cool things down; heat like a wound
that will not close. Too hot, these shameful
percolations of the body that bloom
between strangers on a train. It bothers me
now that I'm alone and singles foam
around the city, bothered by the lather, the rings
of sweat. Know this bay's a watery animal, hind-end
perpetually raised: a wanting posture, pain
so apparent, wanting so much that it bothers me.
poem by Erin Belieu
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What bothers you isn't so much whether you're beautiful or not. What bothers you is the way that people stare.
quote by Carole Bouquet
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If something bothers me, it bothers me for a long time until I find a way to work it out. Music provided me with a means of working things out.
quote by Iris DeMent
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Summers Almost Gone
Summers almost gone
Summers almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, its almost gone
Where will we be
When the summers gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin sea
When summers gone
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin sea
When summers gone
Where will we be
Summers almost gone
Summers almost gone
We had some good times
But theyre gone
The winters comin on
Summers almost gone
song performed by by Doors
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A Winter Message
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Winter Song
From their northeast source the sour wind roars
Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters.
Hallow echoes strip pennsylvania mountain walls
With their corsets and their old betsy ruffle
And their slips with pearly white.
They stand bulging up against the screen door,
A banshee good night.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
While summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls you through the door.
The limp milk tramp cries metal-flake tears.
They drip like honey down
You lay watchin them off. eat a hole in his cloth.
Hell ask, but he dont beg.
Said Id like to the mademoiselle
Who holds the keys to all these doors around the waist
And rings the bell.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
Summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls you through the door.
With scufflin sound, the knot-voiced matron makes her rounds,
Knockin on each and every door.
With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet
And leads me cross her persian floor.
She squeeze my hand and before her I stood.
I was scared. it was dark, but it was good.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
While summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls me through her door.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Summer Soft
Summer soft ....
Wakes you up with a kiss to start the morning off
In the midst of herself playing santa claus
She brings gifts through her breeze
Morning rain ....
Gently plays her rhythmns on your window pane
Giving you no clue of when she plans to change
To bring rain or sunshine
And so you wait to see what shell do
Is it sun or rain for you
But it breaks your heart in two
When you find its october
And shes gone
And shes gone
Summers gone
Taking with her summers play
Winter wind....
Whispers to you that he wants to be your friend
But not waiting for your answer he begins
Forcing dangers way with his breeze
Morning snow...
Plans to have a winter ball for you to throw
But just where or when he never lets you know
If its snow or clear days youll find
And so you wait to see what hell do
Is it sun or rain for you
But it breaks your heart in two
Cause youve been fooled by april
And hes gone
And hes gone
Winters gone
You find its october
And shes gone
And shes gone
Summers gone
Youve been fooled by april
And hes gone
And hes gone
Winters gone
You find its october
And shes gone
And shes gone
Summers gone
Youve been fooled by april
And hes gone
And hes gone
Winters gone
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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No Trouble Livin
Dont talk to me bout life problems or
How you wish that things could be
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
Dont offer me no sad stories or
Tell me that youre all at sea
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
You doin great
You gettin straight
You get your call
Thats all
So dont tell me your misgivings
Or not to be or not to be
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
You doin fine
You sippin wine
You feel a pain
Last train
So dont tell me your misgivings
Or blame it on the referree
cause I dont have no trouble livin
Its jus dyin that bothers me
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Thermostat
When the hands that operate the motor lose control of the lever
When the mind of its own in the wheel puts two and two together
When the indicator says youre out of oil should you continue driving anyway?
Theres a thermostat that regulates the temperature
That might not be reliable
That should be disconnected
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just telling you a minute ago
I was just talking and someone interrupted
Or was it a loud explosion?
Or is the thermostat engulfed in flames
Or is it just me?
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
As I was just saying
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
Turn it up when the cold brings you down
When the heat bothers you turn it down
Turn it up, turn it down
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Jacky Frost
When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!
Over hedges see me trip
To frost the leaf and haw and hip,
To petrify each sparkling drip
And dance the dance of winter.
Ill fade the roses red to white,
Redress the landscape in one night!
Make the cobwebs crisp and white
And herald in the winter.
I’ll tiptoe over lawns and trees
The water pipe I soon shall freeze,
Ill bring transport to its knees!
And turn all things to winter
In leafy Hollows, see me hide,
I herald in the Christmas tide
Where man keeps snug by fires inside
While outside, I am winter.
poem by Lucy Burrow
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Even if this summer is like none before (in answer to William Shakespeare)
Even if this summer is like none before,
with its dazzling flowers and fruits, even if none
other will ever be the same as this one
summers do not cease to exist and there will be one more
even is there is something to adore
and even preserving fruit, flowers, colours and tastes life goes on
and in winter natures lies asleep and quickly it is gone
with another great summer in store
and no one is truly bereft
when winter comes with its beauty
as if stuck in a cleft
when autumn, winter and spring appears with their own serenity.
nothing in a bottle can capture life, to have its essence left;
no human is apt in ability, to such profanity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sun downing
For my father winter brings with it the sun downing.
summers dog days pass and his state goes unchanged.
that is until the dark ANGRY winter once again brings the sun downing.
Brief flashes of the man he used to be sometimes appear.
his family first, his children his life.
then winter comes and snaps him back to present state of thought.
all his sleepless nights and months for this we thank the sun downing.
Us his family suffer from the mystery that is now his mind.
doctors only guess whats wrong, we follow directions.
but the winter winds howl and dad turns to the beast.
we thank the sun downing.
So dads here but in body only.
with age brings this terrible diesese and the sun downing
Takes the rest.
dedicated to all those living with someone with alzheimers
you are not alone
poem by Vincent Armone
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As I Sit Here In Pain And Write These Words
As I sit here in pain and write these words
I tell myself it is only a minor pain
Two on the scale of ten
I can bear it-
But it bothers me
It wakes me at night
It makes my walking that I so once loved
Not pleasant-
It interrupts my thought
It makes me less patient with others
It simply bothers.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Youth Of 1,000 Summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul. in my soul, in my soul
In my soul. in my soul. in my soul
And he looks so radiant
And he shines like the sun
And he looks so radiant
And he lights up the world
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Yeah, love it, yeah, love it
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
He's the king of the mountain
And the clear crystal fountain
He's the saint of the river
He's the ancient of days
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And he makes you go skipping
And he makes you go dancing
And he gets you in rhythm
And he moves you in song
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Oh, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And a sweet bird of youth
In my soul (repeat)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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High Summer
By the mansion on the hillside
Red sports car comes driving down the road
And pulls up into the driveway
And a story does unfold
Shes standing by the rhododendrons
Where the roses are in bloom
Looking out at the atlantic ocean
And in her head she hums this tune
Thank God the dark nights are drawing in again
cos high summer has got me down
Ill wait till the end of august
And get off this merry-go-round
And they shut him out of paradise
Called him lucifer and frowned
She took pride in what God made him
Even before the angels shot him down to the ground
Hes a light out of the darkness
And he wears a starry crown
If you see him, nothing will shake him
cos high summer has got him low down
High summers got him lonesome
Eyen when he makes the rounds
Theres been no two ways about it
High summers got him low down
Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside
Settled down to start a new
Far away from the politicians
And the many chosen few
Far away trom the jealousy factor
And everything that was tearing him apart
Far away from the organ grinder
And everyone that played their part
And they shut him out of paradise
Called him lucifer and frowned
cos he took pride in what God made him
Eyen before the angels shot him to the ground
Hes a light out of the darkness
And he wears a starry crown
If you see him nothings shaken
cos high summers got him low down
High summers on the rebound
High summers got him low down
High summers on the rebound
High summers got him down, low down
High summers on the rebound
High summers got him low down
Low down
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Winter's love
Winter, has the charm of life,
Winter, is like my wife.
Winter is my love,
Winter is my dream of always ''wow''
I always wait for winter like its friend,
the trees in winter always bend, having its branches like the ghosts arms.
they are my always my eye's charms.
do you love winter as i do?
poem by Leah Dsouza
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