Arbor Day is not like other holidays. Each of those reposes on the past, while Arbor Day proposes for the future.
quote by Julius Sterling Morton
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The Case For Love As Storm
for Crimson Love
This can only go well.
I hold your hand
throughout the storm.
We swell together.
Two seeds break open.
I day your arbor.
You arbor my need.
Let us not plead our
case for love as storm.
Here we are warm in the park after
dark beneath the newspaper wet.
Stained with ink we are that fading
photograph of the bride and groom.
We are marked most likely
to flower in any season.
Caution thrown to wind,
blind lightning stabs the dark.
Sparks kindle perimeter pines.
The park is aflame.
The music of the gazebo gutter
waltzes clumsily on.
We make a run for it.
The dance is close.
It is now.
It is ours.
poem by Warren Falcon
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When I Was A Young Girl
(A Song of Old Ballads)
WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!
When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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Erotic Lullaby For Bedding, After Roethke
Belly belly the hard boiled egg.
I map out of a dream.
Love a long necked boy.
Dance lips! Leaves of legion.
Jelly, yard dog! Leap to June.
Suckle me, honey,
long necked, boney onion.
Why cry when peeled?
Count the rings of a tree,
the circles of a breath.
The nose is a love.
Press me, press me.
Iron me soft.
A breath leans,
nape of jeans falling.
Wedge me, wedge me.
Be an ax.
Clap me, trunk of calcium,
bone of need.
Sing, throat, puller of weeds,
secret coronations.
I day your arbor.
You arbor my seed,
belly belly
egg of sway.
Falter me,
long necked, naked boy.
Lather I'd rather thee.
All egg is joy.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Thank You For Forgiving Me
I get why
you got mad
They do suck
getting rid of your
books
I'm glad we're back to
normal
Thanks for
forgiving me
poem by Delphi Arbor
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Without dear Blue
Sitting under the arbor
Of Blue
I painted Sharzad on
Canvas of solitude!
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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Arbor of solitude
On this cool September's day
I am all ears
Sitting under the arbor
Of solitude
Hands folded!
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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Never Say Trust Me
The sky above is filled with stars the road is long - no cars are in sight
With one hand on the wheel Ive been driving all day I can drive all night
Im headed for home with one thing on my mind yeah
Every hotel I have seen has arbor-right chairs, arbor right dreams
Office parties and wedding pals and tacky pictures on the walls
Pretty barmaid to and fro the barman plays the songs we know
She gets into twist and shout and its boozing time and Im down and out
Thats my second home yeah what more can I say lord
You should never say trust me
Its already been done
Its already been done
Beneath the seas beneath the trees and under the sun
Never say trust me
My faith in you is all you need
Love is all I need
The sky above is filled with stars may God bless you is all I can say
Cats and dogs and baby smiles will drive my loneliness away
What will be will be yeah
That is all that I know girl
You should never say trust me
cause I know youll be there
Yes I know youll be there
Ill be a right as rain can be
This is our love affair
Never say trust me
My faith in you is all you need
Love is all I need
You should never say trust me
Its already been done
Its already been done
Beneath the seas beneath the trees
And under the sun
And under the sun
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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I drove across country in my yellow 1970 VW bug (which I drove until 1986) to Los Angeles, having had enough cold weather in 5 years in Ann Arbor, and found a job within a few days.
quote by W. Richard Stevens
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Alone In Ann Arbor
I walked alone
In Ann Arbor last night,
But you were
With me again on South Main
Among the college kids,
The restaurants and book stores,
Everyone moving around,
The folk music
Coming from the Ark;
Sweet Lady, you’ve won my heart,
Even though we continue to linger
So painfully apart.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Romance Books And Poems
I have read many
Romantic things
Twilight
Romeo and Juliet
Sonnet 130
by Shakespeare
the small romantic parts of
Harry Potter
and more
So you can call me
a romantic
and I will
just
agree
because
I am one
poem by Delphi Arbor
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The Witch at Arbor Low
Annie Trembles had met the witch
As she sat at Arbor Low,
Her tears were thick and her heart was sick,
She had no place to go,
She'd sought the old Stone Circle out,
And thought to divine the lore
Of the old Brigantes with their Druid chants;
Then she met Susannah Straw.
Susannah Straw was a wily witch
Who lived by her wits, and spells,
She kept the faith of her pagan race
Designing and dressing wells.
She'd conjure the odd love potion,
And she'd make the kine run dry,
If a body was too outspoken
She would give them the evil eye!
Annie had been heartbroken when
She heard that the blacksmith, Tom,
Announced he was marrying Rachel Greene,
The girl from the Nether Farm,
She'd worshipped Tom from a distance
Since he'd kissed her, under the tree,
But that was back in a Christmastime,
And she'd thought: ‘He doesn't love me! '
She opened her heart to Susannah Straw
By the stones of Arbor Low,
With a flood of tears she unburdened years
Of a passion that hurt her so,
The witch had gathered the mandrake root
Some orange to make it sweet,
The heart of a dove, some powdered blood
And a smidgin of ambergris!
‘You need to feed him the potion soon,
Two days is all it will keep,
Then once he's fed it will turn his head,
It will make his Rachel weep! '
So Annie went to the Inn that night
And tipped it into his jar,
And Tom had quaffed in a single draught
Then fallen over the bar!
He'd worked at the forge that Saturday,
But felt so queer in his head,
He pumped away at the bellows ‘til
The coals were glowing red,
Then Rachel called for a sweet caress
From the lips of her dear betrothed,
But Tom recoiled as his lips were soiled
By the woman he suddenly loathed!
His hammer lay on the anvil there,
He seized, and he raised it high,
Then split the head of the girl he'd said
Was to be his beautiful bride,
She lay on the floor, unmoving
So he hid her, under the hay,
Then tucked the hammer beneath his belt,
And some rope for the come-what-may!
His steps soon led him to Arbor Low
By the time that the sun was high,
And Annie Trembles looked up to smile:
‘My Tom! Oh my, Oh my! '
But Tom was surfacing out of his trance
And he seized poor Ann by the hair,
Then cried as he brought the hammer down:
‘I am lost in the pit of despair! '
He turned to the gibbering Arbor Witch,
And dragged her over the hill,
Then hung her high on the nearest tree
As she kicked, and squirmed, and squealed.
Once back at the forge, he cut his throat
And lay by his lost love's side,
Where his blood was wedded to hers at last,
The groom, and his cold, dead bride!
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Swimming, First Practice
I went really fast
I realized
Swimming is my sport
I realized
I just have
to work at
it
I realized
That's where I
belong
I'm not there
just
for friends
I'm there for the
sport
and the
pride
and
the competition
and the
element
of water
and
the fact that
It's part of
who I am
poem by Delphi Arbor
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The Arbor
Kate Rutter, Christine Bottomley, George Costigan, Monica Dolan, Robert Emms, Matthew McNulty, Jimi Mistry, Jonathan Jaynes, Pamela Dunbar, Lorraine Dunbar, David Dunbar, Andrew Dunbar, Andrea Dunbar
from The Arbor (2010)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Je Suis une table
It has happened suddenly,
by surprise, in an arbor,
or while drinking good coffee,
after speaking, or before,
that I dumbly inhabit
a density; in language,
there is nothing to stop it,
for nothing retains an edge.
Simple ignorance presents,
later, words for a function,
but it is common pretense
of speech, by a convention,
and there is nothing at all
but inner silence, nothing
to relieve on principle
now this intense thickening.
poem by Donald Hall
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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The Holidays Are For Those Not Alone
THE HOLIDAYS ARE FOR THOSE NOT ALONE
The holidays are for those not alone-
For the alone the holidays rub in the pain
Everyone else has someone who cares-
For the alone
There is no one and nothing-
Only greater envy and sadness and sense of loss-
For the alone
There are no holidays
Only special days of pain and more hurt.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Summer holidays
The greatest time of the year
Summer holidays
Much freedom and a pint of beer
Summer holidays
Just do what you want
There’s no need to pant
Just have some fun with your friends
Summer holidays
You got even time to watch the ants
Summer holidays
Don’t ever dare to think of school
Summer holidays have no rules
Meet friends, have fun or just chill out
Buy milk, go swim or eat an ice upon a roundabout
You understand what they are like?
Summer holidays are the time of your life!
poem by Kevin Deckert
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Dimension Merge
For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.
Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.
On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Time My Past My Future! ! !
Time My Past My Future
The time is racing my past behind me
NO!
My past in front,
My future behind,
I wasn't thinking of my future,
I was back in my past.
But now this is my story! ! ! !
A mother who did not love me,
A sister a brother trying to comfort me,
I felt all alone
Now inhale
and
Exhale.
My future
A mother, A brother, once upon a time a father,
But no more
I stride for my future,
Not for my past
I tell you children
NEVER Look Back! ! !
But i do wondering......
I f my past was different would my future be better?
Would it?
Never mind that,
The time is racing to my future
I live for today and NOT tomarrow.
So I Never Look Back.
poem by Chauntae Ridley
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No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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