Spring Into Summer
Some believe that there's a heatwave
That's heading for us soon!
That prophecy is somewhat brave,
Yet it would be a boon!
Spring into Summer, suddenly,
No duffle coats in sight!
If you're like me, you'll wait and see,
We could get snow tonight!
But if a heatwave's on its way,
I'll get the icecreams out!
Like you, I'll shout, 'Hip, hip, hooray! '
And cast off all my doubt...
I'll fill the paddling pool again,
I'll even mow the lawn!
I'll treat myself to cool champagne
Until the last drop's gorn...
I'll paint that fence as good as new,
I'll paint the wall as well...
I'll praise the Lord and say, 'Thank You! '
My scoffing to dispel...
Yes, I'll write it in my diary!
I lived to see the day...
The temperature was 83
Before the end of May!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Heatwave
She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infra red when Im gone
Oh no can it be
Were heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
A trace of rust
Shes in love with a mkii deluxe
Oh no can it be were heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like its been boiled
She browns herself in a sea of olive oil
And I come around and shes relaxing
In the conservatory
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heatwave
She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infra red when Im gone
Oh no can it be
Were heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown
A trace of rust
Shes in love with a mkii deluxe
Oh no can it be were heading for a heatwave
Her hair is bleached like its been boiled
She browns herself in a sea of olive oil
And I come around and shes relaxing
In the conservatory
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'd Rather Write
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than mow the lawn today,
As mowing grass I'd soon be bored
And choose to walk away...
That wall needs painting, yes, I know,
Another month won't hurt,
I'd rather write and watch words flow
Than paint and hide the dirt...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than tidy up that room,
A tidy room's a poor reward
Compared with words that bloom...
That pile of clothes I'll get round to,
No pressure, they can wait,
I'd rather write my point of view,
As my views are first rate...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than wash the car outside,
It's not a Rolls, it's just a Ford,
With scratches dust can hide...
That stack of dishes, won't complain,
No rush to stand, wipe, stir,
I'd rather write my thoughts again
Before they melt and blur...
I'd rather write a poem, Lord,
Than shop for milk and bread,
Black coffee's okay, rest assured,
I'll give up toast instead...
I'll see my girlfriend, next week, soon,
Tomorrow or tonight...
I'd rather write this afternoon,
Please, Lord, if that's all right...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Summer Lament
The temperature keeps soaring
I feel wet from sweat that's pouring
and I'm physically sick from all this sun
If I keep up this perspiring
I'll be ready for expiring
I've had quite enough of summer
'cause its too darn hot
All this heat has got me weeping
Interfered with nightly sleeping
and I've gotten kinda crabby, so they say
If this heatwave doesn't break
I'll go mad for goodness sake
I've just had it with the summer
'cause its too darn hot
The mercury keeps rising
so it shouldn't be surprising
that I'm not a happy camper, no I'm not
But I had to have my say
'fore I melt and slip away
You can take and shove the summer
'cause its too darn hot
poem by Evelyn Macdonald
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Grand-Pa's Whim
While for me gapes the greedy grave
It don't make sense
That I should have a crazy crave
To paint our fence.
Yet that is what I aim to do,
Though dim my sight:
Jest paint them aged pickets blue,
Or green or white.
Jest squat serenely in the sun
Wi' brush an' paint,
An' gay them pickets one by one,
--A chore! It ain't.
The job is joy. Although I'm slow
I save expense:
So folks, let me before I go,
Smart that ol' fence.
Them pickets with my hands I made,
When young and spry;
I coloured them a gleeful shade
To glad the eye.
So now as chirpy as a boy,
'Ere I go hence,
Once more let me jest bright to joy
Our picket fence.
poem by Robert William Service
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Action City
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Suddenly theres a shadow on a nation
Suddenly its a changing situation
Fear is on the face of every tiger as the jungle grows
Suddenly people running never walking
Nobody wants to know, nobodys talking
But rushing through the air
I feel the wind of change about to blow
Chorus:
Watch out tonight, the dogs are down in action city
There out tonight, theres trouble down in action city
Watching the police running from the station
Suddenly flashing lights and confrotation
The devil walks the streets
Just as the flames of hell begin to grow
Chorus
Its a brave new world, its a brave new world
Such a brave new world
Well I dont know where its going
But its heading for some changes I know
People are wondering why theres such confusion
There is a face of youth with disillusion
Dont look for the reasons
They were sprayed on every wall I know
Chorus
Its a brave new world, its a brave new world
Such a brave new world
Well I dont know where its going
But its heading for some changes I know
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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A Reason for Every Season (My ode to the seasons and Indian summer.)
There is a purpose that God and nature gave us every season.
Fall, winter, spring, and summer always happens for this reason.
In the fall all the trees turn many cool colors and paint a wonderful hue.
Winter arrives the temperature drops and can make some of us blue.
When spring is near they say April showers bring May flowers.
The weather becomes hotter when summer arrives.
The summer also brings us June weddings and brides..
Without the seasons then life for all mankind would be just a bummer.
We all wish for our weather outside to be like a warm Indian summer.
*I got inspired this write my poem after I read the poems; ‘INDIAN SUMMER’ by Emily Dickinson and the other poem is called ‘LOVE IS LIKE AN INDIAN SUMMER’ by Sue Raymer Woods.
Definition Indian summer - noun is a name given to a period of sunny, warm weather in autumn, not long before winter.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Paint
Ive got a hot chilly feeling I dont understand. Ive got to run through this minute like a hurricane. Ive got to tighten my wire from the sense to the soul. I find my back to the wall when it
Me to go. Ive got to know is that your heartbeat?
Paint...me right. can you feel the heat in me tonight? oh i, Im the pearl...paint your love all over my world.
I get a love shock/electric from the touch of your hand. Im getting lost in the riddles of the modern man. Ive got it up down all around tied to the bone. hey theres a strange situation on th
E nite show. Ive got to know is that your heartbeat?
Paint...me right. can you feel the heat in me tonight? oh i, Im the pearl...paint your love all over my world. do it right, I can feel the woman in me tonight. oh i, Im the pearl...paint your
All over my world.
song performed by by Roxette
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Paint Me Down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im walking into studio
Consider strange appeal
Paint me in the home
Im brushing up on sketchbook
Designs for love unreal
Paint me in the home
Oil and skin youll need to buy it
Consider what I mean
She sinks beneath thr moving pictures
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im soaking up the surface
Conceaiving new idea
Paint me in the home
Shes oiling up her subject
But all still life is here
Paint me in the home
All the boys with framed dimension
A cover up on lust
Hell take his pain and paint it over
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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My Paint Heroes
All of paris giggles with flags
Laughing lions leap up from the page
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Barcelona, nuclear festive, wire women
Wriggle from lifes cage
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like its all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like its all a party
Packed with rousseau
Miro, miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
In port lligat, liked his gala
Waxed antenna, brushes up a storm
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Catalonias atom caveman
Cracks his whipline tipped in purest form
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like its all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like its all a party
Packed with dali
Miro, miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
song performed by by Xtc
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My Paint Heroes (home Demo)
All of Paris giggles with flags
Laughing lions leap up from the page
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Barcelona, nuclear festive, wire women
Wriggle from life's cage
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Rousseau
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
In Port Lligat, liked his Gala
Waxed antenna, brushes up a storm
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
Catalonia's atom caveman
Cracks his whipline tipped in purest form
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks good from where you paint from
My the world looks good from where you are
My the world looks like it's all a party
Packed with my paint heroes
Like it's all a party
Packed with Dali
Miro, Miro, on my wall
I love you the most of all
song performed by by Xtc
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You Don't Have To Paint Me A Picture
The kiss was colder than I remember
When we first said hello
I guess the flame's now a little lower
I can feel you letting go
You know the pain drops a little darker
Then when you first put it on
I guess your love's like some old cheap and magic marker
Said forever nice go
But you don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
When we first fell, we fell a long way
Summer nights and winter days
Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset
Hand in hand in the haze
Now it's cold heart summer evenings
And there's clouds on my sunrise
But you don't have to smile and say you're happy
I can see what's in your eyes
You don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Paint my eyes in flowers
paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
my forehead intricate lines
paint my shoulder butterflies
paint my heart in henna
in henna of red in henna of black
body paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Pregnancy
Buds
A gift of love pouched
Hooray, Hooray
Kicks
The babe in womb bulged
Hooray, Hooray
Babe
Side to side moving
Hooray, Hooray
Heart
Stirred caring mother
Hooray, Hooray
He
Says be like your mom
Hooray, Hooray
She
Says be like your dad
Hooray, Hooray
Pals
Wish be like the sun
Hooray, Hooray
They
Wish, out safe grandchild
Ahoy, Hooray, Hooray
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Peace, Little Girl, Peace.
The poor young girl
with beach blonde hair
and pale white skin
stands in the middle of the street,
in the middle of a war.
Her face shows pain,
her face shows she wants help.
She goes to the hardware store
and steals a can of purple paint.
She doesn't know better,
so it doesn't matter.
The pale girl opens the can of purple paint
and uses her hands to write a message on the
big brick building wall.
She uses what knowledge she has of spelling,
and traces her purple paint covered fingers
over the wall.
First she draws a P
than an E
than she dips her hand back in the paint.
When she is done with the word,
the purple paint has run down the wall,
but you could still see the word very clearly.
It spelled PEACE.
The young girl takes her hand and presses it to the wall
leaving a very small purple handprint.
Then she runs.
A soldier calls after her,
'Peace little girl, Peace! '
If Death Be A Matter Of Conquering Walls
if death be a matter
of conquering
walls
then you are
right
smashing
your car
right on
the thick wall
of this
country's fence.
this is democracy
you shout
and then you
dissolve in thin air
you write a big
name on the wall
before everything
else fades from
your weary sight
end. nothing follows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Tried To Paint A Fire In The Snow
Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
Paint the sky with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
Can we catch these shadows with our hands
Or will the dusk refuse to play our game
I think the streetlamps want to breathe awhile
Before we fit them with a starry frame
The people pass and nod their vacant eyes
We paint them with a dash of loneliness
The keys for home sit anchored in their pockets
And all the words are written on their breath
The snow is whiter than the stone I found
That summer day in august at the shore
We said it looked just like a tiny moon
You held it till the daylight closed its door
But now the snow is growing cold as dawn
And all its left is pictures we could paint
That show two lovers with a broken brush
You paint a sky that I describe as faint
Red and orange, yellow
Maybe a touch of blue
I’ve painted love with fire
And the snow with a barren hue
poem by Ben Paynter
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Paint body art beautiful
her majesty the hand
with nail graffiti polish
pain in henna red
paint in henna black
paint paint my heart
paint body art faithful
faithful to the strokes
paint in strokes divine
paint in strokes of red
paint in strokes of black
paint paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sonnet: Whither Thy Art, Man?
Yes, men and women, paint their eyelashes,
And dye their hair in hues and paint their nails;
And wear head-bands, multi-colored sashes,
And paint the tortoises and shells of snails.
Some paint their bodies fully or one-half;
Some paint their country’s flag over their face;
Some look like leopards, lions, clowns that laugh;
Some tattoo pictures or paint words so base.
Some paint their naked bodies as if dressed
Or apply stickers of men, Gods or beast;
Their art on human skins looks to them best
And dance in ritual for a sumptuous feast.
The art of man has gone so crazy now,
For men paint Dogs, cats, cattle, also cow.
poem by John Celes
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