A Frisky Lamb
A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
Playing their pranks
In a cowslip meadow:
The sky all blue
And the air all mild
And the fields all sun
And the lanes half shadow.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Look at the Time! (A Drinking Song)
Look at the time! It's half-past six!
Time for me to be getting my kicks!
I'll have some whisky,
It'll make me frisky,
And then I'll get up to my usual tricks!
Look at the time! It's half-past seven!
And I feel that I should be going to heaven!
I'll have some rum
'Cos I'm not dumb,
And then I'll be drunk by ten to eleven!
Look at the time! It's half-past eight!
I didn't know it was getting so late!
I'll have some brandy
Instead of shandy,
And then I'll be able to face my fate!
Look at the time! It's half-past nine!
(And I know that this doesn't really rhyme!)
I'll have some gin,
It's a bit of a sin,
It's time for a party and I'm feeling fine!
Look at the time! It's half-past ten!
Time to go back to bed again!
I really think
I've had enough to drink,
But I'll be back on the bottle tomorrow again!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Selected to be So Full of Life
Frisky rare white boxer pup
They use to
Put them down
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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This One Got Selected- - -So Full of Life
Frisky rare white boxer
They use to
Put them down
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Shekinah
Cambric calico sighs in her rejoicing meadow
Fields regal with tethered rainbows
No portraits or sea of gold
Just a very warm welcome
Joy is a priceless fruit
Come laugh like waterfalls playing
You are precious beyond summer apples
Leave it all behind like a ghost
All is forgiven
The Lamb of God is calling
You smile like the sun
You soar like blue roses
Dew of morning’s angels
What is this living haze?
What is this presence?
Shekinah love is come again
Come Home where you belong
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A frisky spirit makes my trombone sing.
quote by Chris Barber
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The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life & bid thee feed
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is callèd by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, & he is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, & thou a lamb,
We are callèd by his name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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The first drink makes you a frisky gazelle, the second an impetuous zebra, the third a roaring lion, and with the fourth you become a silly donkey.
Fossiled
The frisky jelly fish smiles,
As Neptune’s untamed sea-horse
Excavates
A mermaid’s heart - fossiled
Beneath white coral dreams.
poem by Kaustavi Thakur
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Slow Spring
O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy,
The days go on
With almonds showing the pink stars blowing
And birds in the dawn.
Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear,
Or a lamb that is mild,
By little steps, and by little skips,
Like a lamb or a child.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Feel Better My Love?
(To my best friend)
I pray after you read this letter
Sweet love, you’re feeling better
Feeling energized or even frisky
Life by then won’t seem so risky
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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But, Please Don't Get Me Wrong
It is too late to find me frisky,
And in a puppy love for you.
Those senses of mine have been jaded.
And in stages to someday fade.
But, please don't get me wrong.
If someone should come along...
With the right zip,
To get me and my spirits lifted?
I wont remember a thing I've said to you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Transparent Lavender Chemise
The evening breeze
Wafts the fragrance
Of distant flowers;
The yawning sun
Has fallen asleep
And the moon is frisky.
A woman in a transparent,
Lavender chemise
Dapples perfume upon her wrists
Before she kisses her lover.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lambs
He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps
His tender brother
Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
He feeds as a lamb might,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in fields of light
A lamb, his brother,
Feeds, and is clothed in white.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, frisking along;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, bleating a song;
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, wearing fur-coat,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, looking so bright!
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, eating green grass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, let me first pass,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, grazing so nice,
Wooly Lamb, Wooly Lamb, what a surprise!
One of my first Children's Rhymes
poem by John Celes
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Rzhepicks(4)
If you are a good lad
Every child should call you dad.
***
I will not give up drinking
But I will go on thinking
If I should give up smoking.
***
Everyone has to know,
Our life is not a show.
If you chose a husband or a wife
If you want to enjoy your life
She or he has to be your life partner
And not your life owner.
***
After drinking Russian vodka
An Englishman from Yorkshire dialect
Has broken into debauchire dialect.
***
After drinking whisky
Some men are so frisky,
But some are so boring,
All night snoring.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 15th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Meadow Child
For the Meadow Child
The weather draws more mild
Just as the dragon attacks the land
So is the world to understand
poem by Joseph Shofner
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Silly Boy Blue
Mountains of lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the botella lanes
Preacher takes the school
One boy breaks a rule
Silly boy blue, blue
Silly boy blue
Yak butter statues that melt in the sun
Cannot dissolve all the work youve not done
A chela likes to feel
That his overself pays the bill
Silly boy blue, blue
Silly boy blue
You wish and wish, and wish again
Youve tried so hard to fly
Youll never leave your body now
Youve got to wait to die
La la la la la , la la , la la la la
La la la la la , la la , la la la la
La la la , la la
La la la , la la
Silly boy blue, blue
Silly boy blue
Child of tibet, youre a gift from the sun
Reincarnation of one better man
The homeward road is long
Youve left your prayers and song
Silly boy blue , blue
Silly boy blue
Silly boy blue
Silly boy blue
song performed by by David Bowie
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Alankar (Decor) - 15
Tricky Boy
Whenever power fails hassling loud
Back house boy little just five years old
They have no inverter
To use the chance better
Comes to our house to study as told
His tricky mind frisky else way thinks
Not to read but to laze he outthinks
I do know his feigning
Inverter then failing
I see that no way power re-links
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Bonnie Lass o' Dundee
O' a' the toons that I've been in,
I dearly love Dundee,
It's there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lass I love to see. Her face is fair, broon is her hair,
And dark blue is her e'e,
And aboon a' the lasses e'er I saw,
There's nane like her to me
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.
I see her in my night dreams,
Wi' her bonnie blue e'e,
And her face it is the fairest,
That ever I did see;
And aboon a' the lassies e'er I eaw,
There's nane like her to me,
For she makes my heart feel lichtsome,
And I'm aye richt glad to see
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.
Her eyes, they beam with innocence,
Most lovely for to see,
And her heart it is as free from guile,
As a child on its mother's knee;
And aboon a' the lasses e'er I saw,
There's nane like her to me,
For she aye seems so happy, And has a blythe bhnk in her e'e
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.
The lassie is tidy in her claes,
Baith neat and clean to see;
And her body's sma and slender,
And a neat foot has she;
And aboon a' the lassies e'er I saw,
There's nane like her to me
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.
She sings like the nightingale,
Richt merrily, or a wee lintie,
Wi' its heart fou' o' glee,
And she's as frisky as a bee;
And aboon a' the lassies e'er I saw,
There's nane like her to me
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.
The lassie is as handsome
As the lily on the lea,
And her mou' it is as red
As a cherry on the tree;
And she's a' the world to me,
The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie
Wi' the bonnie blue e'e,
She's the joy o' my heart
And the flower o' Dundee.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Shadow Of Darkness
SHADOW OF DARKNESS
Melvin Banggollay
Shadow of darkeness
may come to swallow
...the light of hope to test
your faith with sorrow
but if in your breast
God's light still aglow
You'll win over tempest.
When faith seems low
As trials are so obsessed
playing in your meadow
be not afraid to express
your prayer for God's dew
to quench your heart's quest
for faith and wisdom glow,
for His mercy and love to rest
in your breath as you grow
in spirit until its time to rest
In God's healing shadow
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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