How It All Began
So we settled it all when the storm was done
As comfy as comfy could be;
And I was to wait in the barn, my dears,
Because I was only three.
And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot
Because he was five and a man--
And that's how it all began, my dears,
And that's how it all began!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Light That Failed
So we settled it all when the storm was done
As comfy as comfy could be;
And I was to wait in the barn, my dears,
Because I was only three.
And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot
Because he was five and a man--
And that's how it all began, my dears,
And that's how it all began!
Then we brought the lances down--then the trumpets blew--
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.
Ridin'--ridin'--ridin' two an' two!
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-a!
All the way to Kandahar,
Ridin' two an' two.
The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn,
When the smoke of the cooking hung grey.
He knew where the doe made a couch for her fawn,
And he looked to his strength for his prey.
But the moon swept the smoke-wreaths away;
And he turned from his meal in the villager's close,
And he bayed to the moon as she rose.
"I have a thousand men," said he,
"To wait upon my will;
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till."
"And what care I for your men? " said she,
"Or towers from Tyne to Till?
Sith you must go with me," said she,
"To wait upon my will.
And you may lead a thousand men
Nor ever draw the rein,
But before you lead the Fairy Queen
'Twill burst your heart in twain."
He has slipped his foot from the stirrup-bar,
The bridle from his hand,
And he is bound by hand and foot
To the Queen of Fairy Land.
"If I have taken the common clay
And wrought it cunningly
In the shape of a God that was digged a clod,
The greater honour to me."
"If thou hast taken the common clay,
And thy hands be not free
From the taint of the soil, thou hast made thy spoil
The greater shame to thee."
The lark will make her hymn to God,
The partridge call her brood,
While I forget the heath I trod,
The fields wherein I stood.
'Tis dule to know not night from morn,
But greater dule to know
I can but hear the hunter's horn
That once I used to blow.
There were three friends that buried the fourth,
The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes,
And they .went south and east and north--
The strong man fights but the sick man dies.
There were three friends that spoke of the dead--
The strong man fights but the sick man dies--
"And would he were here with us now," they said,
"The Sun in our face and the wind in our eyes."
Yet at the last ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave.
Yet at the last though the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him,
He colled on Allah and died a Believer!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.
quote by May Sarton
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A sneaking suspician
You'll never be comfy in
any position
haiku by Morgan Michaels
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Doggone Comfy!
Plush fur.
Kitty's purr.
Snuggle, nuzzle,
cuddly bubble.
Lovely, toasty.
Doggone comfy!
Feet.....
I've been thinking about my poor feet.
I remember when they looked all dinky
going on point did naught for me joints
now they're twisted and mangled and mingin'
I remember those days of my youth,
those high heels all trendy and pointy
I would try to allure Teddy boys by the score,
with my new shoes from Barrats or Dolcis
Now I wish I'd looked after me feet
and not let them both hum like old cheeses.
All those trainers I wore made them smell even more
oh the shame of it makes me feel queasy.
All my toes are bent up and all nasty
and I can't get my shoes to feel comfy.
So it's slippers for me now that I've reached 60
and chiropodists each week on Mondays.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Our cat is kind dove shellfish, and thinks the world is hers, She finds a comfy spot and then we pet turtle sheep purrs.
quote by Brian P. Cleary
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My Little Doll
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.
I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day:
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears
And her hair not the least bit curled:
Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
From The Water-Babies.
Eversley, 1862.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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My Dream of Iris
I dreamt I cast an overarching path
Of coloured scales
Thriving on the solar rays that play upon
The waning of the storm –
I’d thrown a filmy avenue to reconnect
Empyrean with humankind!
Elated, I flitted through refracted hues –
Those from watery spheres that
Fan the iridescent prism.
And more: shimmering sprites in dance atop the spray
Conveyed adieus to gods
Departing for their hallowed visitation…
I woke and pined anon,
Begging Iris: ‘Be so kind and
Take us on your wing to new endeavours –
Show that nothing in the ether tempers you!
And every time you render us a rainbow,
See it fires a lust for zest anew! ’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Lost Teddy
Once there was a little child who loved her teddy bear
She always has her teddy bear near her.
Her teddy bear keeps her happy when she’s asleep
The little child was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
When a little fairy came in and took the little child’s teddy away
To a far away castle that no one knows about it
When the little child had finished doing her teeth, she notice her teddy was missing
She looked everywhere for the teddy
She was crying when she went to her mommy
The little fairy putted the little child’s teddy back on her bed
The little child went up to her bedroom thinking that her teddy was lost forever
But when she got to her bedroom, she saw her teddy lying at the end of the bed
She was so happy that she slept very well.
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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Brave Poet
Best undiscovered wonders
Of earth and sky and void
Hardest ones to ease
Out of comfy nest,
Brave those poets who tease
Best wonders from the rest.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Dear Teddy
Dear teddy.
He's hurt me again.
He's taken my soul again.
And left it in the bin.
Teddy your my only saviour.
To you I can tell.
To you I can cry.
Teddy help me.
He's coming again.
And I can't hide.
Teddy what should I do?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Cozy
Yo, whassup baby?
Its me, r.l. the real
Yeah, I know you all heard about me
It aint even like that, boo
I aint livin like that
And I know you think I just want you to come over
So I can hit the skins
Nah, I just want you to lay back with me
Get real comfortable
Get real cozy
And just chill, till youre ready
1 - ready, set for the moet
Put on some next
Cuz were about to get real comfy
And cozy
Yo, t-low, tell em what Im trying to say
So whats on your mind
Girl, I can see it in your eyes
Youre thinking I wanna come inside
But thats not why youre here tonight
Girl, we can get it on
But we dont have to take our clothes off
Im not all about that boom-boom that zoom-zoom
I just wanna chill and maybe settle down
Repeat 1
Dont cha know its on tonight
2 - lord have mercy
Pour the hennessey
Come chill with me
And we can both be
Real comfy and cozy
Girl, lets get a little closer
Some dull conversation helps to
Resist the temptation
We can break out the lubrication
Im gonna rub your back where its safe, yeah yeah
Girl, you know that I respect you, yeah
And I can wait for the skins, its cool
Im just gee
To finally be here alone with you, oh
Repeat 1
You can feel right at home with me
Repeat 2
On the next album, watch me now
Making much smooth sailin tonight
Oh, we can just chill tonight, yeah
Do the thing that I wanna do
Is puff a little light
And being real high, baby
Nothing but smooth sailin tonight
Only thing that I wanna do is sip a little wine
Repeat 1
Can ya sway with some alehze' baby
Repeat 2
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repaet 1
Ready, set
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Modular Nonconformity
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Never too early, never too late;
Life can be a heaped-up plate.
Today you are comfy, tomorrow, lost;
Yesterday's loss determines the cost.
The future disguises no blemishes.
Hope's a parachute that never vanishes.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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The 'Memo Pause
I went into the other room
and stood still at the door
forgetting oh so double quick
what I'd gone there for!
I went back to my comfy chair
and scratched my itchy chin,
remembering what I'd forgot,
too spent to go back in!
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Joining
With our fingers entwined,
We do not mind,
Where we might be,
Or who might see,
How much we care,
How much we share,
This closeness so comfy,
For him and for me,
Here now on show,
Saying, I love you so.
So let's tell the world,
With our fingers curled
Within each other's hand,
That this joining was planned.
And we'll travel as one,
Into the setting sun.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Chemical World
THE PAY-ME GIRL HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE BLEEPS
SO SHE TAKES A BUS INTO THE COUNTRY
ALTHOUGH SHE GOT HERSELF ROSY CHEEKS
SHE DIDN'T LEAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY THE RENT
THE LANLORD SAYS THAT SHE'S OUT IN A WEEK
WHAT A SHAME SHE WAS JUST GETTING COMFY
NOW SHE'S EATING CHOCOLATE TO INDUCE SLEEP
IN A CHEMICAL WORLD IT'S VERY
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Happy Poems
Two Sadorma poems
Path unknown
Yet walked before
My footsteps.
Trees know me
Turn winter into April
Just to gladden me.
Saw a saint
Walking down the street
Brutal rain
Cold as frost
But the saint, comfy and dry
Under his halo.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Bad Behaviour
I'm heading up to London, sat on a train;
The children, sat near to me, are being a pain.
Two are lounged lengthways across the seats,
And constantly pester their mother for sweets.
The girl, sat behind me, keeps on kicking my seat;
Their belongings are strewn around, far from neat.
The boy is so comfy, that he's removed his shoes;
Their behaviour makes me want to blow a fuse!
The boy happily drops sweet wrappers everywhere,
But, about his behaviour, his mother does not care.
Bored, the boy steals his little sister's teddy bear:
About her being upset, he simply does not care.
Now the children are running round and about;
The children, and their mother, constantly shout.
All three children are constantly whinging:
Their behaviour has me inwardly cringing.
On his seat, the boy, aged about eight, is now stood;
Their behaviour is a galaxy away from being good.
I can't believe the mother lets them act this way:
She really needs to keep their behaviour at bay.
This is not how these children should behave:
About their behaviour, I want to rant and rave.
At Clapham Junction, the family leave the train:
I celebrate inside, as they were driving me insane.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Barn and the Down
t stood in the sunset sky
Like the straight-backed down,
Many a time - the barn
At the edge of town,
So huge and dark that it seemed
It was the hill
Till the gable's precipice proved
It impossible.
Then the great down in the west
Grew into sight,
A barn stored full to the ridge
With black of night;
And the barn fell to a barn
Or even less
Before critical eyes and its own
Late mightiness.
But far down and near barn and I
Since then have smiled,
Having seen my new cautiousness
By itself beguiled
To disdain what seemed the barn
Till a few steps changed
It past all doubt to the down;
So the barn was avenged.
poem by Edward Thomas
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