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Are the daffodils of May
accountable for winter's hue
'Glitter, Candide, and be gay-'
-neither are you.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Winter Daffodils
January, and the daffodils are showing their heads;
Pushing their way up from their deep, wintry bed.
At the sight of them, I can't help, but be amazed.
With them, the grassy bank will soon be ablaze.
Daffodils in January, I have never before known;
Their heads, in winter, are never normally shown.
They will soon brighten up these dark, winter days;
Adding a splash of colour to the browns and greys.
To my day, they add some much needed cheer;
I'm reminded that spring, once again, draws near.
Daffodils are amongst my very favourite flowers;
To cheer people up, they possess a special power.
Safe in their buds, the precious petals are protected;
In the winter air, a slight chill can still be detected.
In only a few weeks, their buds will be ready to burst,
And, by the sun and rain, the flowers will be nursed.
The flowers will grow up so very tall and strong,
And, together, they will create such a merry throng.
Their presence is bound to attract much attention;
Their stunning natural beauty, many will mention.
To see their finished form, I simply can not wait;
A breathtaking sight, the daffodils will soon create.
That they do not last very long, it is a great shame;
They will wilt and die, like an extinguished flame.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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This president has been reluctant to hold anybody accountable. No one was held accountable after September the 11th. Nobody's been held accountable after the clear flaws in intelligence leading up to the war in Iraq.
quote by Bob Graham
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Purple Daffodils
Sorry purple daffodils,
I have got to go.
Across the pond of crocodiles,
All the way to the misty isles.
Of neon priests,
And rotting feasts,
And every thing for the beasts.
Sorry purple daffodils,
You are going to die.
There is nothing i can do,
And I'm to scared to lie.
So i sing good bye to you
And hope that you die fast.
The friendship with the drugs,
Just could not pass
Sorry purple daffodils,
But the world is pretty bad.
All the creatures and silverware give you there condolences
And the Ughetrillzad
Is coloring the ground crimson with tears
Shouting all our fears
Farewell purple daffodils
You had a nice run
While there are some things you lack
Go out in style
You are not coming back.
poem by Gabriel Crow
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That person has to be accountable for himself. I think that's what we have to do in society today is to be accountable for yourself. I think we have the tendency to always want to live someone else's life.
quote by Herschel Walker
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A Winter Message
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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And they've got to be held accountable; our broadcasting system has to be made accountable; and unless it is, it's going to be very hard to change anything else for the better in this country.
quote by Robert McChesney
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Why don't we call on the credit card companies to be accountable? They need to be held accountable for their predatory lending practices.
quote by Paul Wellstone
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On the daffodils
The morning dews
Dry out slowly
Now, blow if you will
Humid wind
The daffodils are gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Daffodils Are Gone
On the daffodils
The morning dews
Dry out slowly
Now, blow if you will
Humid wind
The daffodils are gone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hoar world in winter
before daffodils deck Spring lawn,
icicles splinter.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (22 December 1994)
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Spring Delirium
Gold days give way to sudden rain,
But what, I ask, of that?
For I am my own man again,
And gloom comes sprawling flat.
Let grouchers grieve and nurse the hump
Because bleak winds still shout;
But I don't care a tupp'ny dump;
From zero - whoop! - my spirits jump:
The daffodils are out.
Hail bloom of golden promise! Hail!
These trumpets sing of hope.
To mock grim Winter's weakening flail
And shame the misanthrope.
All hail! And hail again, for luck.
Hence, cold and clammy doubt!
Come, Spring! Come, honey-bee and suck;
Into this heady nector tuck!
The daffodils are out!
Spring for the young? Ah, foolish claim.
Spring burgeons for the old,
To touch old hearts again with flame
And oust the creeping cold.
So, as each golden cup now spills
Its gladness all about,
I, freed again of age's ills,
Grow dilly with the daffodils.
The daffodils are out!
Yet, am I old? Who said I'm old?
Ah, Spring's sweet alchemy!
Gaze now upon me and behold
A recharged battery.
I waggle my rheumatic knees
And, as the years I flout,
Hot blood incontinently flees
Along my hardening arteries
The daffodils are out!
Birds call; the buds grow fat; I sing
A daft, delicious lay.
Prim primulas are carpeting
My somewhat wobbly way.
Oh, vernal verve! September's spree!
I laugh! I sing! I shout!
With dragonfly and drunken bee
I go right off my rocker. Gee!
The wotsernames are out!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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To the people of world
Who are you to seek
Explanation from me
I am not accountable to you
For my deeds
I am not at your disposal
I am accountable to Almighty only
His benevolence may ignore my infimities
But you callous hearts
You narrow minded fellows
Stop your nonsense
And leave me alone.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Daffodils
Ho! You there, selling daffodils along the windy street,
Poor drooping, dusty daffodils - but oh! so Summer sweet!
Green stems that stab with loveliness, rich petal-cups to hold
The wine of Spring to lips that cling like bees about their gold!
What price to you for daffodils? I'll give what price you please,
For light and love and memory lie leaf by leaf with these!
And if I bought all Sydney Town I could not hope to buy
The wealth you bring of everything that goes with open sky!
My money for your daffodils: why do you thank me so?
If I have paid a reckless price, take up my gift and go,
And from the golden garden beds where gold the sunbeams shine
Bring in more flowers to light the hours for lover-hearts like mine!
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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All is for the best in the best of all possible ways.
Voltaire in Candide
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Winter Sleeps
Let winter fall in nature's bed.
Plump springtime's pillow for his head.
A flowered spread to tuck him in ~
to warm the seasoned chill within.
May roses climb to hide his chill
and chase the golden daffodils
away to play within life's stream ~
and not disturb the winter's dream.
Sweet violets share your purple hue.
Tiptoe 'cross the emerald view.
Amid your petal's scented breath
now winter sleeps ~ in nature's depth.
Morning glory do be strong
and when the sunrise comes along ~
nod your head with lullabyes
upon the bed where winter lies.
Sweet peas and forget-me-nots
planted in those bedded spots ~
don't giggle cause you're in full bloom.
If winter wakes ~ 'twill be our doom.
Beneath spring sun ~ may winter rest.
Sleeping deep in garden's nest.
Alas, sweet warmth flows warm and mild ~
awaiting now sweet summer's child.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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We want to see Israel withdraw from our territory. But we don't want to be accountable vis-a-vis Israel on the security basis, because we don't see, in the absence of a peace agreement, that Lebanon can really be accountable to Israel if anything happens.
quote by Rafik Hariri
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Spring Flowers ~ Daffodils & Jonquils
Brightest flowers of early spring
Daffodils and Jonquils
Shout seasonal joy aloud
These lovely flowers always bring
Sunshine that never will
Be dimmed by veil of cloud
With trumpets lifted to face the sun
And petals opened wide to drink
Those warming rays
Daffodils and Jonquils imply fun
Encouraging mankind to think
Of brighter days
Daffodils and Jonquils seek the sun
As it travels along
Days that are lengthening
Seeing them proves Spring has begun
And that before long
We will be summering
poem by Mary Havran
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Glitter
I sit here in my car
on some dark, dusty road
watching clouds roll in
past a harvest moon
looking up at the brightest star
shining colors on your face
like diamonds in water
I see you glitter
Tired of hopeless feelings
trapped inside this pyramid
of a endless dream
from the things we did
but still I reach for your embrace
I see you glitter
Words that cut like a knife
wounds torn apart at the seam
time is taking you far
to a moment out of place
I'm reaching out to where you are
searching for my soul, my life
I see you glitter
Pressure building inside of me
that make everything I taste
once what was so sweet
now like wine, seem so bitter
as I tried to make you see
still I see you glitter
Hours that seem to waste
on a dead end street
looking back at people I meet
finding myself miss you every day
with the memories I hold
still I see you glitter
Remembering that day in June
it could've been a better way
somehow to make you stay
as I look around this town
I still you glitter
(spiritwind-2000)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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frosty trees glitter
enormous snowflakes fall down
Winter's tranquilness
haiku by Marius Alexandru (2023)
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Almost Spring
As winter turns the corner
And spring is on the way
I wait with mounting happiness
To see what comes today.
I also love the cold days
With frost upon the sill
But something special happens
Once winter’s had its fill.
The crocus buds are swollen
The daffodils sprout so tall
Something special happens
As spring time makes its call.
So get ready for the changes
That happens none too soon
When spring time rounds that corner
And flowers start to bloom!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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