Sight Answer Mind Greeting
bats friends fly close past my pale face greeting
solo echo sound salute in single shadow greeting
night pets a few seek sight answer mind greeting
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stepped Out With A Greeting Of My Fate
I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
Way pass mechanics,
With a seeing 'it' as it is...
And with examined antics that can panic,
Leaving those hopes on automatic...
Disappointing but coping,
With emotional deficits...
I feel I have an advantage.
Why bob for apples...
When from trees they can be picked.
Way pass mechanics and antics that can panic.
Why seek surprises...
From those hiding behind disguises.
No longer with automatic hopes,
To inspire lumps left in my throat.
I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
Disappointing but coping,
With emotional deficits to leave to learn...
It is my life I must face.
I've stepped out with a greeting of my fate.
Disappointing but coping,
With emotional deficits to leave to learn...
It is my life I must face.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Midnight Greeting
Dark is the hour I awake
A shadow moves sly and fast
I rub my eyes to have a look
Nothing is there and do I laugh
My Imagination running wild
I lay my head down to sleep
I feel a sudden cold touch
I'm too scared to even speak
Midnight Greeting
I see your face faintly I do
Although I don't understand
What is it you want from me
You reach and touch my hand
I feel weak and so confused
My heart pounds so fast inside
You stand there and just stare
I wish not to open my eyes
Midnight Greeting
What have I done so wrong
You stand tall and peer at me
I shakes so badly I do inside
How I wish this all not to be
The odd smell of old flowers
I left up my head your gone
Why must you do this to me
You'll return before too long
Midnight Greeting
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Smiles and Laughter
Smiling faces beam of summer warmth
Greeting of jokes and cordial words
Handshakes from outstretched hands
Kisses from pursed lips of pretty faces
Are the greeting from our friends
And melt any coolness of the heart
Loneliness of previous years
Fade like forgotten memories
Friendship is a beautiful thing
Something that can never be replaced
No sorrow, no sadness to furrow the brow
Only smiles and laughter surround us now
(8 May 2003)
poem by David Harris
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Greeting It
A greeting has been achieved of a long sort,
The madness of a revolver is upon us.
The greeters speak many colours, of fierce
And many ways, too much whining happened.
This greeting matches loveliness, of colours,
And shortcomings are absent, running up to nothing.
A blue colour shall inhabit the sky from now on,
A paleness resides in the heavens now,
Why do we instill love in those elements needing none?
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Sea, The Gull, The Rising Sun
Greeting the new day dawning
Gazing at the sea
So calm, so blue
The tranquility floats in the air
Greeting all in its wake
As with scarcely a ripple
The sea quietly rolls its waves
Oh mighty sea, oh wonderous sea
Thy quietness masks
The depth of thy deep
The strength of thy force
The growth and life in thy bowel
Yet in turbulence thy boisterous rage
In thy abyss, innocent victims entombed
But when, like this moment
With waves calmly spread
Greeting the soul enraptured
With thy peaceful calm
Man thinks of the creator
And of the new day dawning
How lovely the birds of the air
As they fly in flock
Across the vast domain
Winging themselves to a new abode
Or returning at winter's end
The long-winged web-footed sea birds
the "Sea-gull",
Which glide on the water's surface
Or patiently await their prey
As they are the scavengers of the sea
A new day dawning!
The sun rising with
Its rays above the horizon
Greeting the world with its warmth
Telling the world
There is always "HOPE"
There is always "TOMORROW" in
The Rising Sun.
poem by Madgery V. Gardner
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At Night On The High Seas
At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
From all activity and all the love
And stand silent and breathe purely,
Alone, alone cradled by the sea
That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.
Then I have to think of my friends
And my gaze sinks into their gazes
And I ask each one, silent, alone:
"Are you still mine"
Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?
Do you feel from my love, my grief,
Just a breath, just an echo?"
And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,
And smiles: no.
And no greeting and now answer comes from anywhere.
Translated by James Wright
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poem by Hermann Hesse
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Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. ""How are you"" is a greeting, not a question.
quote by Arthur Guiterman
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The Sick Man and the Nightingale
(From Lenau.)
So late, and yet a nightingale?
Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale,
The summer fields are ripening,
And yet a sound of spring?
O tell me, didst thou come to hear,
Sweet Spring, that I should die this year;
And call'st across from the far shore
To me one greeting more?
First
You will not be found online today
when sunbreak reveals the horizon.
So while I still smell of sleep and
wonder how the day will begin,
I seek a smile on my freshly woken face
as I pull up a sweet memory of you
and find that greeting to start my day.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Ave et Vale
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take
All that my Greeting gave.
In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave;
Still you go crowned with old imaginings,
Clad in the purple that young passion flings
About the sorriest god that Love can make.
Ah! would you might forget, and so pass by
Unwounded of my kiss,
Made free of Youth's unmemorable bliss!
Love's hand that speeds along his daisy chain
Forgets in swift delight to tell again
Old prayers upon a new-strung rosary.
For when I part from you I would not leave
One shadow that might be
A ghost to haunt you, what you had of me
I would fold by in Memory's lavender-
Something my breath may very gently stir
In the slow fading of a rainy eve.
When you drop cherries in the purple wine
For other lips to drain,
Let not old nights betrayed leap up again,
Throw down no murdering chalice at your feast
To-night, nor find another woman's breast
Less lovely with the sudden dream of mine.
Yet if a stranger bear my name, or one
With the same-coloured eyes
Glance at you suddenly, lost dreams shall rise
With unintelligible swift appeals,
The broken images of old ideals
Shall stare from corners where as gods they shone.
Farewell is on the lips of the first kiss
But speaks no word until
The loud voice of Desire hath had its will.
Greeting is swift and beautiful, Farewell
Is slow and patient and immutable,
Knowing of old that love must lead to this.
Greeting! Farewell! The day's grown very old,
My heart put out the light,
Read no more pages of the Past to-night.
There are no roses here to miss the sun;
A soul hath looked on love and he hath flown;
Ashes are on the wind; the tale is told.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Ave et Vale
FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take
All that my Greeting gave.
In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave;
Still you go crowned with old imaginings,
Clad in the purple that young passion flings
About the sorriest god that Love can make.
Ah! would you might forget, and so pass by
Unwounded of my kiss,
Made free of Youth's unmemorable bliss!
Love's hand that speeds along his daisy chain
Forgets in swift delight to tell again
Old prayers upon a new-strung rosary.
For when I part from you I would not leave
One shadow that might be
A ghost to haunt you, what you had of me
I would fold by in Memory's lavender--
Something my breath may very gently stir
In the slow fading of a rainy eve.
When you drop cherries in the purple wine
For other lips to drain,
Let not old nights betrayed leap up again,
Throw down no murdering chalice at your feast
To-night, nor find another woman's breast
Less lovely with the sudden dream of mine.
Yet if a stranger bear my name, or one
With the same-coloured eyes
Glance at you suddenly, lost dreams shall rise
With unintelligible swift appeals,
The broken images of old ideals
Shall stare from corners where as gods they shone.
Farewell is on the lips of the first kiss
But speaks no word until
The loud voice of Desire hath had its will.
Greeting is swift and beautiful, Farewell
Is slow and patient and immutable,
Knowing of old that love must lead to this.
Greeting! Farewell! The day's grown very old,
My heart put out the light,
Read no more pages of the Past to-night.
There are no roses here to miss the sun;
A soul hath looked on love and he hath flown;
Ashes are on the wind; the tale is told.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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To The Don
Through the Steppes, see there he glances!
Silent flood glad hailed by me,--
Thy far distant sons do proffer
Through me, greeting fond to thee!
Every stream knows thee as brother,
Don, thou river boasted wide!
The Araxes and Euphrates
Send thee greeting as they glide.
Fresh and strengthened for pursuing,
Scenting home within thy gleam--
Drink again the Don'ish horses,
Flowing boundary, of thy stream!
Faithful Don! There also greet thee
Thy true warriors bold and free--
Let thy vineyard's foaming bubbles
In the glass be spilled to thee!
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Un-Common Courtesy
I know what it's like to write and to not be read -
It's much like to speak out and not be heard.
And then there is being read but not gotten back to
It's like greeting someone hello and they just walk right past you.
You are almost sure they heard you at such close proximity
And yet it seems you've been cloaked with invisibility.
So when you post all of your work with such ferocity,
Then expect to be acknowledged, why not extend the same courtesy?
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Camera
From the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book, it was simple then
When the party lulls, if we fall by the side
Will you be remembered? will she be remembered?
Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed
If Im to be your camera, then who will be your face?
I fell by your bed once, I didnt want to tell you
I should keep myself in between the pages
Of the green light room if we fall by the side
From the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book, it was simple then
When the party lulls, if we fall by the side
I still like you, can you remember?
song performed by by REM
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I sat with him for three hours and we did not exchange a single word. At the end he handed me, as he had done before, an envelope with money in it. It would have been much nicer if he had enclosed a greeting or a loving word. I would have been so pleased if he had.
Happy Remind Me That I'm Single Day
Happy 'Remind Me That I'm Single Day'
Thanks for telling me
Do you think I don't already know?
That like any other day i'll spend it alone
And watch as everyone else spends it with their 'lover'
One as lovely as me will watch in on all the fun
And wonder who came up with this Evil Corporate Holiday
As an excuse for greeting card companies to sell
Chocolate at outrageous prices
So Thanks for reminding me that i'm single
Febuary 14 is just another day to get up
Happy ' Remind Me That I'm Single Day'
poem by Guarded Heart
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Express Heartliness
Open a hand to the level of mine,
Exert it fully like the created line.
Bestow your liking for them,
And anger must never damn.
Hold my hands as of now,
And never let go of us, just bow.
My salute is finer like a general -
Of life and special and of real.
Extend the greeting from the bed of your heart
As a heart beats on and on and on.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sad Poetry
People often wonder why
I write a lot of sad poetry
for when they meet me
I seem a happy-go-lucky guy.
What they don’t realize
is that all my friends
live hundreds and thousands of miles away.
There are no hugs at my doorway
or special greeting when special seasons come.
Only sadness adorns my face.
One day hopefully that will change,
but I will have to wait and see.
19-22 December 2008
poem by David Harris
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I'm Boring
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
And I don't want you thinking I'm snooping just to peek,
But I got to use this minute quick to make sure this is it.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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