To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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Late In The Afternoon
LATE IN THE AFTERNOON
Late in the afternoon
Late in life
Lyric poetry is still possible.
It is quieter of course
And calmer of course
And its passion is subdued of course
But it is still possible.
Love does not die in old age
It simply sings softer.
Even now towards the end of this happy day
The light has its own sad song.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Late- Afternoon Sadness
LATE- AFTERNOON SADNESS
Late- afternoon sadness
Has a feeling all its own.
Life is all the things one has failed to do
It is all the disappointments brought us
By loved ones.
It is the sense that nothing good will happen again
Late- afternoon sadness
Is a world of its own,
And within it one sinks and sinks and sinks
Until one does not know
If the ground ever existed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In Lavender And Green
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.
poem by Greg Davidson
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When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
while the moon did cling bright white to the heaven,
winking stars appeared in the night
and sweet we were blissful together
when you trusted me, with your body, spirit and soul.
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
suddenly the evening star did disappear
while I held your hand in mine,
saw the glance in the depths of your eyes
and all the misunderstandings and pain were gone,
when the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Late Afternoon Is Heat
THE LATE AFTERNOON IS HEAT
The late afternoon is heat
The poem is far away
The day has yet to begin
I am old
Time mocks me with another small smile at its passing.
I do not know where I am going
And what I will be
And how I will die.
But I will die
And in much less time
Than I have already lived.
Late afternoon
The heat
My tiredness
The silence
This poem
Tonight will be Shabbat
Another day will begin
Time mocks me with its passing
And blesses me with each moment I still live.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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
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Poem Of The Afternoon
Poem of the afternoon
What do you have to say for yourself?
You are tired and you want a nap
But it’s too late for a nap
We must be going-
Poem of the afternoon
Say something different
Say life is wonderful
On a warm day after many cold ones
Say life is wonderful
When you can still walk and talk and move about
Though you are older than you ever thought you’d be-
Poem of the afternoon
Cloudy and a bit sunny
Say the night is still a certain way off
And the day the long day is still happily with us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Late Cat
Late to train
Late to bus
Late to class
And late to party;
She is everywhere a late cat!
Late to eat
Late to sleep
Late to fate
And late to luck;
She is for everything a late cat!
Late to clock
Late to block
Late to dash
Against the truck
And, lo! Even late to death;
She is always a late cat!
poem by Sasikala Kamandula
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Early June Girls
While walking
Along the street
On a sunny afternoon
Of late spring
The air was filled
With the heavy smell
Of carcinogenic gases
Emitted by
The rolling cars.
Oh! How I
Loved the aroma
Of gasoline
In my childhood.
While walking
On a sunny afternoon
Of late spring
The petrol
In the street
Was mixed
With the hovering
Exciting scent
Of by-passing
Early-June girls.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Too Late
Too late we listen,
too late we learn.
Too many years
when the fires did burn.
It all seemed cozy.
It all seemed warm.
We let time slip away
and then did form
a comfortable way to move along,
never asking, 'Is anythng wrong? '
Too late we listen,
too late we learn
to show compassion and show concern.
There were no signs to recognize.
There were no tears formed in the eyes.
We did not ask what we wanted to know.
We contented ourselves with when we go
we won't have to confront these things today.
They'll all be gone when we pass away.
Too late we listen,
too late we learn
and then we yearn
for another chance
to help discern
what was wrong?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
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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Springtime Love # 2
Cold winds of winter
have blown far away-
Springtime is now time
and love is today.
Springtime is our time
when mating birds sing-
Our time is love time
and love time is spring
Springtime-
Once in a lifetime
spring comes,
blossoms and then
springtime
moves on forever.
No second spring again.
Kisses and blossoms
and sweet birds of May,
they're to remember
when spring slips away.
poem by Daniel Artemas Harmon
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Manners count
It is your dress, cleanliness and manner,
Not your skin, countenance, and glamour,
That earns you a woman’s concern.
Your clean mind, clean teeth, clean habit,
Not your muscles, jewels and wallet
Are which earn you a woman’s concern.
Be your manner and calls above her reproach.
Refrain from over care and over indulgence.
Then you will have earned a woman’s concern.
You lend her your ear and not eye.
You tend her passion, not her lust.
You will have won her concern.
If you have no concern for women,
If you have no woman’s concern,
Then no use of you being born.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sad Professor
If were talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers Im not sure where Im headed
Ive gotten lost before
Ive woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Everyone hates a drunk
This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent
As for this reader
Im already spent
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started I jumped up
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up
Dear readers my apologies
Im drifting in and out of sleep
Long silence presents the tragedies
Of love note the age get afraid
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks
Late afternoon the house is hot
I started I jumped up
Everyone hates a bore
Everyone hates a drunk
Everyone hates a sad professor
I hate where I wound up
I hate where I wound up
song performed by by REM
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Come Springtime
come springtime
vienna, austria
your flowers
i shall smell
your mountains
i shall trek
your air i shall
breathe
come springtime
on the month of june
with her.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mr. Facebook
Mr. Facebook,
Why do you want to see my face in your book?
For there are advantages and disadvantages on the net;
But he who is married is concern more on how to please his wife.
A tiller of the ground and a keeper of sheep,
I have got a dream on your muse;
For she who is married is concern more on how to satify her husband,
But you've been able to capture the world with your 'Facebok'.
Many can now cantact others but,
There lie the disadavantages as well;
Because it can easily expose one's identity!
And we all know what is going on, on the net of late.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Spring Of Change
This springtime
let the spring of change
come into your life.
Say goodbye
to your loneliness
and open your heart for new joys
that this springtime brings.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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In The Springtime
In the springtime, all things begin to glow,
autumn’s seeds that fell begin to grow
as a breath of newborn air
stretches out from everywhere.
In the springtime, love’s finger
stretches to touch everyone.
Eyes flutter to give new life
a chance under heaven’s skies.
In the springtime, tender kisses,
the promise of things to come.
Warm hearts beat tenderly
under a warming sun.
21-22 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Im Your Boogieman
Transcribed by aaron lindgren
Im your boogieman
Thats what I am
Im here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin, late afternoon
Or at midnight, its never too soon
To wanna please you
To wanna please you
To wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your rubber ball
I wanna be the one, ya love most of all - oh yeah
Im your boogieman, boogieman (turn me on)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (do what you want)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (turn me on)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (do what you want)
Im your boogieman
Thats what I am
Im here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin, late afternoon
Or at midnight, its never too soon
To wanna take you
I wanna hold you
I wanna give me all, all to you
And I want you, to completely understand
Just where Im at, and where I am - oh yeah
Im your boogieman, boogieman (turn me on)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (do what you want)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (turn me on)
Im your boogieman, boogieman (do what you want)
Im your boogieman
Thats what I am
Im here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin, late afternoon
Or at midnight, its never too soon
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Yeah well be together, you and me
I wanna see you
Ah get near you
I wanna love you
Ah from sundown sunup - oh yeah oh yeah
Im your boogieman
Thats what I am
Im here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin, late afternoon
Or at midnight, its never too soon
To wanna please you
I wanna please you
To wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your rubber ball
I wanna be the one
Ya love most of all
Im your boogieman
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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