With Hale Affection And Abiding Faith These Rhymes And Pictures Are Inscribed To The Children Everywhere
_He owns the bird-songs of the hills--
The laughter of the April rills;
And his are all the diamonds set
In Morning's dewy coronet,--
And his the Dusk's first minted stars
That twinkle through the pasture-bars
And litter all the skies at night
With glittering scraps of silver light;--
The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,
In beaten gold, belongs to him._
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Hoosier Folk-Child
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung--
Unlettered all of mind and tongue;
Unmastered, unmolested--made
Most wholly frank and unafraid:
Untaught of any school--unvexed
Of law or creed--all unperplexed--
Unsermoned, aye, and undefiled,
An all imperfect-perfect child--
A type which (Heaven forgive us!) you
And I do tardy honor to,
And so, profane the sanctities
Of our most sacred memories.
Who, growing thus from boy to man,
That dares not be American?
Go, Pride, with prudent underbuzz--
Go _whistle_! as the Folk-Child does.
The Hoosier Folk-Child's world is not
Much wider than the stable-lot
Between the house and highway fence
That bounds the home his father rents.
His playmates mostly are the ducks
And chickens, and the boy that 'shucks
Corn by the shock,' and talks of town,
And whether eggs are 'up' or 'down,'
And prophesies in boastful tone
Of 'owning horses of his own,'
And 'being his own man,' and 'when
He gets to be, what he'll do then.'--
Takes out his jack-knife dreamily
And makes the Folk-Child two or three
Crude corn-stalk figures,--a wee span
Of horses and a little man.
The Hoosier Folk-Child's eyes are wise
And wide and round as Brownies' eyes:
The smile they wear is ever blent
With all-expectant wonderment,--
On homeliest things they bend a look
As rapt as o'er a picture-book,
And seem to ask, whate'er befall,
The happy reason of it all:--
Why grass is all so glad a green,
And leaves--and what their lispings mean;--
Why buds grow on the boughs, and why
They burst in blossom by and by--
As though the orchard in the breeze
Had shook and popped its _popcorn-trees_,
To lure and whet, as well they might,
Some seven-league giant's appetite!
The Hoosier Folk-Child's chubby face
Has scant refinement, caste or grace,--
From crown to chin, and cheek to cheek,
It bears the grimy water-streak
Of rinsings such as some long rain
Might drool across the window-pane
Wherethrough he peers, with troubled frown,
As some lorn team drives by for town.
His brow is elfed with wispish hair,
With tangles in it here and there,
As though the warlocks snarled it so
At midmirk when the moon sagged low,
And boughs did toss and skreek and shake,
And children moaned themselves awake,
With fingers clutched, and starting sight
Blind as the blackness of the night!
The Hoosier Folk-Child!--Rich is he
In all the wealth of poverty!
He owns nor title nor estate,
Nor speech but half articulate,--
He owns nor princely robe nor crown;--
Yet, draped in patched and faded brown,
He owns the bird-songs of the hills--
The laughter of the April rills;
And his are all the diamonds set.
In Morning's dewy coronet,--
And his the Dusk's first minted stars
That twinkle through the pasture-bars,
And litter all the skies at night
With glittering scraps of silver light;--
The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,
In beaten gold, belongs to him.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Dreams Of Silver
We have our dreams of silver
that sometimes turn to gold.
The stars that twinkle in the night
sometimes twinkle in our eyes.
Our life is thrown around
pulling us in directions here and there.
We find ourselves treading lightly
on fluffy white clouds.
Our aspirations are realised
in so many ways.
Love shines brighter in our hearts
than it ever did before.
As our dreams of silver
sometimes, turn to gold
and our lives flourish
as the buds to unfold.
19 July 2010
poem by David Harris
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Never is she shut #never is she shut
You are my Sun.
You are now set.
You brought me dawn
Everyday at ten.
You sent me dusk
Everyday at five.
Weekend two days,
You left me in dark.
You shone on me for brief,
But heavily, brightly
And deeply with warmth.
That referred warmth
Spread all the night.
I felt the shine of my Sun,
Off the dusk, at full night.
My night is brightly lit.
Now my sun is set.
Where is my dawn?
Where is my dusk?
Where is the sunny day?
Where is my beauty?
Who will there be to lit
My night-full day?
And dreaded night?
You be a Moon, now on.
Waxing and waning,
Be always on horizon
So that there comes
Once a while a full-moon,
To imbue me with life.
My day-less night
Is lit with Moonlight.
You be my stars, farther.
You twinkle and twinkle
At me high from horizon!
With your news, beckon!
With your heart, command!
I am in the bath of starlight.
My night-full day is lit.
My sun, though, is set,
No dark is there at night.
She is there as Moon.
She is there as Stars.
Though she is set as Sun.
I’m now a nocturnal.
She can never be set
Out of my heart and soul.
11.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not A Dream!
Yes, I remembered that I had pestered you,
To catch and give me the stars of the sky,
What stars are these in my trembling head
twinkle with smile, when you touch me in love,
You are right; you still remember the day,
I knelt in front of you holding your slender hand,
Looking into your eyes, those two shining diamonds,
Pearls of teeth just perfectly set in your bounty mouth,
The pure gold from the goldsmith not shine,
As glittering as the shoulders that exposed,
What have you to make me drowned in sea of pleasure?
What have you to make me fly in the stormy pressure?
What have you to make me to think the storm as the breeze?
What have you to force me to bring those stars for you?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Dreams
I HAVE been dreaming all a summer day
Of rare and dainty poems I would write;
Love-lyrics delicate as lilac-scent,
Soft idylls woven of wind, and flower, and stream,
And songs and sonnets carven in fine gold.
The day is fading and the dusk is cold;
Out of the skies has gone the opal gleam,
Out of my heart has passed the high intent
Into the shadow of the falling night—
Must all my dreams in darkness pass away?
I have been dreaming all a summer day:
Shall I go dreaming so until Life’s light
Fades in Death’s dusk, and all my days are spent?
Ah, what am I the dreamer but a dream!
The day is fading and the dusk is cold.
My songs and sonnets carven in fine gold
Have faded from me with the last day -beam
That purple lustre to the sea-line lent,
And flushed the clouds with rose and chrysolite;
So days and dreams in darkness pass away.
I have been dreaming all a summer day
Of songs and sonnets carven in fine gold;
But all my dreams in darkness pass away;
The day is fading, and the dusk is cold.
poem by Victor James Daley
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Reed Call For April
When April comes, and pelts with buds
And apple-blooms each orchard space,
And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods
With rain and sunshine of her moods,
Like your fair face, like your fair face:
It's honey for the bloom and dew,
And honey for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.
II.
When April comes, and tints the hills
With gold and beryl that rejoice,
And from her airy apron spills
The laughter of the winds and rills,
Like your young voice, like your young voice:
It's gladness for God's bending blue,
And gladness for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.
III.
When April comes, and binds and girds
The world with warmth that breathes above,
And to the breeze flings all her birds,
Whose songs are welcome as the words
Of you I love, of you I love:
It's music for all things that woo,
And music for the heart!
And, oh, to be away with you
Beyond the town and mart.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Precious
The jewels
That sparkle in your eyes
Are pools
To bathe in.
Aqua skies
Above
Are swathed in
Cotton candy dreams.
As sunlit diamonds
Adorn with love
The flowing gown of silver streams.
The stars
That hang like spectral pearls.
Are bells that rang
In other worlds.
Attending heavens' glittering ball
To wear the night
Like ermine shawl.
When sprites have danced
To mystic tune
With lights enhanced
By crescent moon.
The Aria
Of passionate seas
Where rainbows fade
To symphonies.
And precious gold lights morning sky.
As colours bold
Do swirl on high.
That precious scene
The sunset steals.
To bleed blood red
Alone to die.
Each miracle the day reveals
To beauty queen
Of moonlit sigh.
poem by Kevin East
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Come To My WIndow
Climbing the stairs to the window sitter
With brown eyes that twinkle and glitter
Louder than the shimmering moon over yonder
Gazing at her, for the heart is fonder
My dear princess, Rumpelstiltskin
With a golden locks that spring
From your crowning glittering nest
Golden twigs that fall off in zest
With an Alice band that pulls the locks
As your shadow falls over across
The moon smiles at the glimmering beauty
As the stars in a jealous rage seek mutiny
For an earthly star that glitters like gold
Springing light in to the galaxy's fold
You gaze with your luminescent getaways
At the vast oceans of space in our own milky way
Come to the window my love, for night breaks
Plant a million windy kisses for the skies are awake
For the glittering dwarfs to bow at a giant at heart
For the night to coast, for a starry renaissance to start
As the moon and stars see the flying kisses
Murmurs and whispers lingering in hisses
Jealousy parts for goodwill to prosper
As the stars line up for an earthly caper
With my lass leading the way, dear Rumpelstiltskin
With glittering getaways, tresses and skin
Gazing at the stars on a cold windy night
As the stars explode in to an extravaganza of light
Now the galaxy is filled with light abound
A goddess gazing from a window on a tower mound
As stars line up to fall down from the sky
Shooting to a window from their celestial high
The night embraces a fiesta of color
As stars fall to a window on a lonely tower
Rumpelstiltskin smiles and hold her hand out
To embrace a meteor shower coy she nought
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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My Lost Star
Twinkle Twinkle the star I see,
In the night staring at me,
Twinkle Twinkle the star was you,
holding my hand all along through,
Twinkle Twinkle the star was bright,
enlightening my dreams with its light,
Twinkle Twinkle the star loved me,
like a father to a baby.
Twinkle Twinkle the star was deep,
carrying my pain to gift me sleep.
But oneday the star had to cry,
as if it was wishing me goodbye.
Twinkle Twinkle the star I lost,
In the sky which I loved the most.
poem by Krishnendu Gupta
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I'm Looking Up At The Stars
Framed bright starry diadems
Bathing the sky in floods of living light
Forming glittering gilded gems
Twinkling rays in the night.
Treasures from the twinkling ray
Sweetly down the void they float
Brightly sparkling on the veil of day
Through many a melting note.
The stars are the jewels of the night
Silent as if they watch the sleeping earth
Lying in the gutter startled by the sight
Of the glistening tapestries girth.
I'm lying here wistful
Looking up at the stars
Encompassed by the celestial
Twinkly, dewy, silver polestars.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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An April Night
The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods,
And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills,
Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds
Over the pools and the whimpering rills;
And with her the mists, like dryads that creep
From their oaks, or the spirits of pine-hid springs,
Who hold, while the eyes of the world are asleep,
With the wind on the hills their gay revellings.
Down on the marshlands with flicker and glow
Wanders Will-o'-the-Wisp through the night,
Seeking for witch-gold lost long ago
By the glimmer of goblin lantern-light.
The night is a sorceress, dusk-eyed and dear,
Akin to all eerie and elfin things,
Who weaves about us in meadow and mere
The spell of a hundred vanished Springs.
poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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Twinkle
(kinky friedman)
Oh, I didnt write this song for fortunes made of money,
I only came along just to sing it to you, honey.
Ive dreamed around the bend, Ive looked behind the sky,
Ive seen the rainbows end in the twinkle of an eye.
And until the day our stars all arise
Twinkle, let me shine in your eyes.
In a window from afar it shines in just like a candle,
The shimmer like a star, its more than I can handle,
To hold you in the night, to show you what I told you,
To go down by candlelight, to light the world before you.
And until the day our stars all arise,
Twinkle, let me shine in your eyes.
And until the day our stars all arise,
Twinkle, let me shine in your eyes,
Twinkle, let me shine in your eyes,
Let me shine in your eyes.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Wink Blink nd Twinkle
Tinkle, tinkle
Twinkle, twinkle
Delightful
Sound and sight
Tinkling laughter
Twinkling eyes
Winking and blinking
Light up our skies
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Pink Skies Tonight, Shepards Delight
Pink skies tonight
is a shepard's delight
to me its a heart filling sight
swirling colours crack out through sun's light
suffocating clouds coil into a rainbow swirl
brilliant shades of gold turn silver to the world
as stars take their righful places in the sky
a dreamy sight to anyone's eyes
pinker planes turn darker still
with the clouds drinking in their fill
the skies grow darker untill
pink skies vanished, stars to replace
clouds turned invisible, wished away in haste
it had all began and faded far too soon
to replaced with the darkness of a circle
surrounding the moon
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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Through Bright Morning I Run
Through bright morning I run,
eyes brimful with green love
as the silver world sings songs
of golden spring,
and through azure noon I love
how joyful psalms, bird-throated, rise
from verdant hills.
But when the long day ends,
in bright window framed
I see
your dark door.
I will not fear the velvet night.
for in the burning stars,
I see your eyes; in hushed
delta breeze,
I hear your voice
calling me.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Call Of April
April calling, April calling,
April calling me!
I hear the voice of April there
In each old apple tree:
Bee-boom and wild perfume,
And wood-brook melody,
O hark, my heart, and hear, my heart,
The April Ecstasy!
Hark to the hills, the oldtime hills,
That talk with sea and sky!
Or speak in murmurs with God's winds
Who on their bosoms lie:
Bird-call and waterfall
And white clouds blowing by,
O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,
The April's cosmic cry!
There runs a whisper through the woods,
The word of bough to bough,
A sound of dead things donning green,
Of Beauty waking now:
Fern-bower and wilding flower,
Each like a prayer or vow,
O see, my heart, O look, my heart,
Where Earth crowns white her brow!
And far away, and far away,
Yet nearer than she seems,
Look where she takes the oldtime trail
And walks again with dreams:
Bird note and blue remote
And laughter of wild streams,
O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,
And follow where she gleams!
Earth has put off her winter garb
Of gray and drab and dun,
And robes herself in raiment green
Of love and laughter spun:
Wood-bloom and wood-perfume
And colors of the sun,
O hark, my heart, O hear, my heart,
Where her wild footsteps run!
O April, mother of my soul,
Take to your heart your child:
And let him lie a little while
Upon its rapture wild:
Lean close and near, and let him hear
The words that once beguiled,
And on his eyes the kiss again
Of longing reconciled.
O kiss, that fills the fields with flowers
And thrills with green each grove,
Dream down into this heart again
And grow to songs thereof:
Wild songs in singing throngs,
That swift shall mount above,
And, like to birds, with lyric words,
Take Earth and Heaven with love.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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70s Scenario
In bed sittin and reading by the t. v. light
Stay away from the window, thunder and lighting
And the rain, the rain keeps fallin down
Thats something that hasnt changed
Yeah, theres something inside me, its quiet when it rains
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no easy living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
She called me a prisoner, in a prison of the mass
She said acceptance from the future, is freedom from the past
And I laugh, and say thats alright
Things really aint that tough
As long as Im still able, to turn the t.v. off
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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