Carol's My Friend
Carol with her sparkly eyes, always has a great big smile.
Happy to see me even when she's blue,
she is sincere person through and through.
Carol is supportive of my writing for she is a loving soul,
Carol compliments me to bring me up when I'm low.
Carol thought of me at Christmastime,
she is very giving and kind.
Carol is always busy and on the go,
she helps her family who loves her so.
Carol loves her grandchild who lives quite near,
she babysits her grandchild when she's here.
Carol has style and dresses quite slick,
she goes out dressed fashionably chick.
I always love how Carol does her hair,
either a ponytail, loose curls with a flair.
Carol's from Boston and soon will go back,
her bright sunshine is what the Dorchester will lack.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 5,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Carol's Bright Smile
Carol with her sparkly eyes, always has a great big smile.
Happy to see me even when she's blue,
she is sincere person through and through.
Carol is supportive of my writing for she is a loving soul,
Carol compliments me to bring me up when I'm low.
Carol thought of me at Christmastime,
she is very giving and kind.
Carol is always busy and on the go,
she helps her family who loves her so.
Carol loves her grandchild who lives quite near,
she babysits her grandchild when she's here.
Carol has style and dresses quite slick,
she goes out dressed fashionably chick.
I always love how Carol does her hair,
either a ponytail, loose curls with a flair.
Carol's from Boston and soon will go back,
her bright sunshine is what the Dorchester will lack.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 5,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ballad Of Carol Lynn
Loving you has gotten weird
You'll see the sun hanging low down by your window
And all the rain left in the world
Won't bring you home again
Oh, Carol Lynn
And trusting you has gotten strange
You'll close the door when the cold has gotten in
And all the love left in the world
Won't keep you warm again
Oh, Carol Lynn
When you need a friend to be there for you
I won't be one who will help you out
And when you need someone who can let you in
You can count me out
Oh, Carol Lynn
When your life has worn you out
You'll have the past left for you to think about
And all the money in the world
Can't take you back again
Oh, Carol Lynn
Oh, Carol Lynn
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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All I really want to be is boring. When people talk about me, I'd like them to say, Carol's basically a short Bill Bradley. Or, Carol's kind of like Al Gore in a skirt.
quote by Carol Moseley Braun
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Silent, Holy Night
Sing this Carol, for it rhymes
Carol said no thanks!
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Carol
Oh, Carol!
Don't let him steal your heart away.
Yeah I've got to love you darling
If it takes me all night and day.
Beat cool down,
Over cool down,
I can hear that highway sound.
Carol!
Don't let him steal your heart away.
Well I'm gonna love you darling
If it takes me all night and day.
Whoa, Carol!
Oh, Carol!
Don't let him steal your heart away.
Yeah I'm gonna love you darling
If it takes me all night and day.
One more time!
Whoa, Carol!
Come on, Carol!
Oh yeah!
Oh right!
Well I'm gonna love you darling
If it takes me all night and day.
song performed by by Doors
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Jewels By Marcelo
'Jewels By Marcelo' is
an antique & jewelry store on Lake Ave.
Marcelo carries antiques
like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe-
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
I sold my ring to Marcelo for he gives the best price around
I had enough money to turn my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called 'Bicentennial Times'
During the 1976 Bicentennial I was at the age of nine.
I just bought a sparkly bracelet from Marcelo today-
it was gold, silver, pink and grey.
Now, I also worked for his partner Carol-
who had a flower shop which was in Marcelo's space-
Carol now works out of her house and slowed down her pace.
Marcelo has 2 sweet children and a lovely wife-
I wish them the best with a prosperous life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Jewels By Marcelo
"Jewels By Marcelo" is
an antique & jewelry store on Lake Ave.
Marcelo carries antiques
like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe-
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
I sold my ring to Marcelo for he gives the best price around
I had enough money to turn my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called "Bicentennial Times"
During the 1976 Bicentennial I was at the age of nine.
I just bought a sparkly bracelet from Marcelo today-
it was gold, silver, pink and grey.
Now, I also worked for his partner Carol-
who had a flower shop which was in Marcelo's space-
Carol now works out of her house and slowed down her pace.
Marcelo has 2 sweet children and a lovely wife-
I wish them the best with a prosperous life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Epilogue
Carol, every violet has
Heaven for a looking-glass!
Every little valley lies
Under many-clouded skies;
Every little cottage stands
Girt about with boundless lands.
Every little glimmering pond
Claims the mighty shores beyond—
Shores no seamen ever hailed,
Seas no ship has ever sailed.
All the shores when day is done
Fade into the setting sun,
So the story tries to teach
More than can be told in speech.
Beauty is a fading flower,
Truth is but a wizard's tower,
Where a solemn death-bell tolls,
And a forest round it rolls.
We have come by curious ways
To the light that holds the days;
We have sought in haunts of fear
For that all-enfolding sphere:
And lo! it was not far, but near.
We have found, O foolish-fond,
The shore that has no shore beyond.
Deep in every heart it lies
With its untranscended skies;
For what heaven should bend above
Hearts that own the heaven of love?
Carol, Carol, we have come
Back to heaven, back to home.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Outside the Windy City
Outside the Windy City
lives the Lady Finnegan -
Carol dearly loves the Lord Jehovah
and is a part of His earthly plan.
Her heart has been pierced
by God's Holy Spirit;
for she placed her life before Him
and has chosen to submit.
Her adoration for the King
has burst forth with heart's joy,
from reading her great nephew's literature
within the borders of Illinois.
Now she's become God's messenger
via her gifts of Joe's Christian poetry -
For the fragrance of God's Love
envelopes her with scriptural potpourri.
Blessed to be a blessing,
her friendship has touched me -
For we have found common ground
between kinship and a love of poetry.
Dedicated to my Great Aunt Carol Finnegan,
the sister of my maternal Grandmother Marguerite Massa.
poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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Kissing Carol Ann
Back in 1957
kissing Carol Ann
behind the barn
in the middle of
a windswept field
of Goldenrod
with a sudden deer
watching was
something special,
let me tell you.
Back then, bobby sox
and big barrettes
and ponytails
were everywhere.
Like many farmers,
Carol Ann's father
had a console radio
in the living room,
and every Saturday night
the family would gather 'round
with bowls of ice cream
and listen to the Grand Ole Opry.
It was beamed 'all the way'
from Nashville I was told
more than once since
I was from Chicago
and sometimes wore a tie
so how could I know.
On my first visit,
I asked Carol Ann
if the Grand Ole Opry was
the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
of country music and she said
not to say that to her father.
She suggested I just tap
my foot to the music
and let him watch me.
Otherwise I'd best be
quiet and say 'Yup, '
'Nope' or 'Maybe'
if asked any questions
which she didn't think
would happen.
No need to say
much more, she said,
and after a few visits,
I understood why.
Over time, I learned
to tap my foot pretty good
to the music because
when I'd come to visit,
her father would insist
I have a bowl of ice cream
with the family.
I liked the ice cream
but not so much
the Grand Ole Opry.
I'd been weaned
on Sinatra in the city.
Big difference,
let me tell you.
But back in 1957
kissing Carol Ann
behind the barn
was something special
since we couldn't do
much more until
I found employment.
Only then, her father said,
could we get married.
I found no jobs
in town, however,
for a bespectacled man
with degrees in English.
Still, I always found
the weekend drives
from Chicago worth
the gas my Rambler drank
because kissing Carol Ann
brought a bit of heaven
down behind that barn,
especially on summer nights
when fireflies were
the only stars we saw
when our eyes
popped open.
It was like
the Fourth of July
with tiny sparklers
twinkling everywhere.
Now,55 years later,
Carol Ann sometimes mentions
fireflies at dusk as we
dance behind the cows
to coax them into the barn
for the night.
I'm still not too good
with cows despite
my John Deere cap,
plaid shirt and overalls
which proves, she says,
that all that kissing
behind the barn in 1957
took the boy out of the city
but not the city out of the boy.
'Hee Haw' is all I ever
say in response because
I know why I'm there.
It's to keep tapping
the cows on the rump
till we get them
back in the barn
so we can go back
in the house
and start with
a kiss and later on
come back downstairs
for two big bowls
of ice cream.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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The Ballade Of The Automobile
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel
And the wind is moist with breath of brine
And our laughter tells of our perfect weal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But if, automobiling, my woes combine
And fuel gives out in my road-machine
And it's sixteen miles to that home of mine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
When our coach rides smoothly on iron-shod wheel
With a deft touch guiding each taut drawn line
And the inn ahead holds a royal meal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, on some long and steep incline,
In a manner entirely unforeseen
The motor stops with a last sad whine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
When the air is crisp and the brooks congeal
And our sleigh glides on with a speed divine
While the gay bells echo with peal on peal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, with perverseness most condign,
In the same harsh snowstorm, cold and keen,
My auto stops at the six-mile sign--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
ENVOY
When yacht or Coach Club fellows dine
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when Automobile Clubmen convene
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
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poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Ten Euro Note
Ten Euro Note
The old road into town is only used by walkers
now, weird people, who would look out of place
anywhere else and Marian Hyde, who writes
about alternative lifestyles, in the Guardian.
I had found a wallet with a twenty euro note,
photos of a posing nude woman, it belonged to
someone named Carol. I asked around, they all
knew her, a pro who often walked this way.
A handmade and of real leather and on and
impulse I added a ten euro note and wondered
if when I caught up with her she would notice,
or was my motive more self serving?
I met up with Carol at a road side pub gave her
the purse, she opened it counted the money,
said nothing, but she was talking to a footballer
who wanted to be tennis professional.
I walked where I was accosted by a Liverpool
comedian who couldn’t stop telling jokes,
I soon stopped laughing, smiling and listening,
but my disinterest didn’t matter anyway.
Carol came out, joined us, she had bought me
a beer and was in a good mood, the comedian
had fallen asleep, she knew the why of my ten
euro note and I knew of her nude pictures.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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One of the most important things we adults can do for young children is to model the kind of person we would like them to be.
quote by Carol B. Hillman
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You have to go through the falling down in order to learn to walk. It helps to know that you can survive it. That's an education in itself.
quote by Carol Burnett
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I'll be left writing picture books and fairy tales.
quote by Carol Ann Duffy
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Giving birth is like taking your lower lip and forcing it over your head.
quote by Carol Burnett
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There is no old age. There is, as there always was, just you.
quote by Carol Matthau
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I liked myself better when I wasn't me.
quote by Carol Burnett
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I have fun at work.
quote by Carol Kane
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I am not whiny!
quote by Carol Lynley
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