April Ate
April 2012 is National Poetry MOnth
April Ate
Late for my own Funeral twice denied my citezen rights becoming blind online the power cord they sold me at wal mart is not the right kind for my machine is in need of a screen refused service and gouged hard a P C Outlet is a joke they must have seen me coming over worked and trying despiritdly to type between the cracks of Jesus on my broken LED screen it is almost hopeless unless eye get the right cord or a refund from Wal Mart nothing can be done quickly eye must ride like the wind to be free again the song video at least keeps playing in my mind as April Ate my time. The chord is made for a home computor a tower plugs in the monitor they simply got it wrong. Meanwhile there is a movie at the Bijou Eastern Theatre called the Western SKy is King it is in the Southern Hemisphere of the Northern Lighting is very dim. The Easter Holiday will not prevent me from most things that need to be procrasstinated then putt off the buss then the wal mart then back to the Alamo eye wish to see the pawn shop offerings and then prehaps the Movie iff its not raining in the Ampitheater Saint Anthony must be willing now to help me all these schedulings on a Holiday notwithstanding as eye vainly pen this ode to predestination people who help me only take from the things they need they seek the power and the edifice it all belongs in the pockets of the thieves there is only a few people who actually help me for me to have these things are mine to them it is still fine they fleece the innocent and dine my macho friend is two macho for eye think someday to get him in trouble he will be too macho to someone who is not the dog the little puppy is what he has called me for not fighting at the dropp of a hat it is not something to be enjoyed as they must think to wish to fight all the time yet he shows me only talking no bruises eye think he must think eye am not very macho in his eye think it fits my theme to be the little puppy dog is to be tied to all the living and it is better to be alive then dead a hero on Good FrYday dont you see it April Ate
poem by Charles Hice
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Macho Macho
Thats underground
And fly
Macho macho
I dont like your style
Macho macho
Youll be floatin on the river nile
Macho macho
So get down on your knees and pray
Macho macho
Im gonna blow your macho macho mind away, away
And the boys are singin
Na - na - na - na - na
Hip, hip
Na - na - na - na - na
So listen
I heard a story the other day
And Ive been wonderin what they got to say
They said you took my lady for a ride
They said it lasted to morning light
So listen
I am not a violent boy
But you touched my lady and shes my
Favourite toy
And youre
Macho macho...
The boys dont sing anymore...
song performed by by Falco
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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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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 Again
April again! the willow wands are yellow
Rose-red the brambles that the passing wind knows,
Comes a robin's note like the note of a 'cello,
And across the valley, the calling of the crows,-
'April again!'
April again! and the marsh birds swinging
Over the rushes that belong to yester-year;
Silver shines the river, and young lips are singing
Songs as old as Eden-as old and as dear;
'April again!'
April again! with a wet wind blowing,
And along the western sky a pathway of gold;
Sounds a call to follow the road we're not knowing,
A new road-a wild road-o'er fairy lands unrolled,-
'April again!'
April again! with its wonder of gladness,
April with its haunting joy, and swift-stinging tears,-
Month of mist and music, and the old moon-madness,
Month of magic fluting, the spirit only hears,-
'April again!'
poem by Virna Sheard
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040710b Small Dot Under The Sun
it wasn't raining but i have my umbrella
when was the last time you shield yourself
from heat onslaught of the sun, never did
i haven't seen any on this part of the globe
besides those walking in fairways playing golf
i'm sure if i start doing it then people would follow
tomorrow i'll bring mine to walk from parking lot
let's how's these macho people react to that
probably look at me like alien from other planet
i don't mind i would be free from effects of heat
that's a bit of asian fad in western civilization
i'll be a black dot shading from laughing sun
poem by Manonton Dalan
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April 2031
They say the sky used to be blue
I don't quite believe it.
It's probably always been
the color that it is.
And there were cotton candy clouds.
And birds to fly through it.
Just stories we all love to tell our kids.
So I'll close my electronic door
And keep the cold outside.
And hug my aluminium pillow so tight.
And pray the radiation
doesn't make me sick tonight.
No more sky and no more trees.
April 2031
No more oxygen to breathe.
April 2031
No more hate and no more war.
April 2031
Nothing left worth fighting for.
April 2031.
They say there used to be a wind
that wasn't caused by fans
I wonder how it would have felt in my hair
And the nuclear ring
around the moon was caused by man
if it was, then it's much too late to care
So I'll put my safety goggles on
and gaze out at the sun
as the artificial atmostphere machines
give off a constant hum
in a world that's cold and peaceful, april 2031
No more sky and no more trees.
April 2031
No more oxygen to breathe.
April 2031
No more hate and no more war.
April 2031
Nothing left worth fighting for.
April 2031.
As far back as Veitnam,
we should have learned our lesson.
But we closed our eyes
and sent our sons away.
And they told us we were winning
as they sold more ammunition.
Some were angry,
most just looked the other way.
And the night's illuminated
by the endless glowing sand
that swallowed all the oceans
and choked off all the land.
In a world beyond resuscitation
Even by God's hand
No more mountains no more sea
April 2031
No more you and no more me
April 2031
No more music no more songs
April 2031
No God left to blame it on
April 2031
No more children playing
April 2031
No more need for praying
April 2030 One
song performed by by Warrant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Shadows Fell
April was a lovely girl, her warmth was in her eyes
And she and I would walk within the calm of clear blue skies
Too short our time together, and what time consisted of
I knew her well, the shadows fell
See, April was my love...
A young man then, I knew the things a young man knows
But somehow lost it all with age, I guess that's how it goes
But April understood, and in time revealed to me
Reflection, my direction
And what April was to be...
She became to me the way to love's soothing caress
The answers to all questions, life and love, were met with yes
All that April showed to me, my heart still now believes
To take her place, her smiling face
April love, my heart still grieves...
Our time together had the look, forever on it's face
The hands of time stood still for us, in arm, and sweet embrace
It wasn't meant to be for us, nor I to have the sound
But she was singing, bells were ringing
As she felt the darkened ground...
Too soon my April left me, to some higher plane I'm sure
To wait for me to come someday, and reminisce with her
To tell me why each tear was lost, each April that I cried
As love turned to loss, inside the cross
When my April died...
Winter's breath blows hard upon her memory now
But I remember April, springtime love and lifetime vow
Sometimes I can feel her touch, and feel the gentle breeze
The days and nights, the wrongs the rights
There are many thoughts of these...
Many years ago now, April's love had held my heart
Too many days, and nights spent now without, but not apart
And I would trade my todays, for yesterday to be...
With April once again, and back to when
April was my love, you see.......
poem by Dino Evans
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The Man Who Loves Women
The man who loves women by women a sought after man
He is loved by Rosy and Kathy and by Julie Ann
You ask them why do they love him and to you they say
About him he does have a nice caring way
Some women like macho men that is their choice
But Rosy and Kathy and Julie Ann like men to be nice
And not rough in their ways and caring and kind
The macho type of male is not hard to find
The man who loves women never puts women down
And he doesn't feel he is the hunk of the town
He is not possessive or in any way rough
And he doesn't think he is macho or think he is tough
A gentle and caring and loving young man
That's why he's loved by Rosy and Kathy and by Julie Ann
poem by Francis Duggan
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Macho Mans Dog
Macho man once had a dog.
A very nice dog.
That dog found another dog.
That dog got pregnant.
It was a horrible day
That dog gave birth to ten unborn puppies.
That dog died while giving birth.
Macho man got arrested for having sex with a dog in a dog costume.
poem by Richmoo Silverstein
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Understanding Her Love
He had taken a firm stand
To prove that he was a macho man.
He built his body and tightened his abs
To make them look like the bricks on a wall
But with time those abs would fall.
He thought that by building his body
And looking like a macho man
You would love it and understand.
But he did not think to ask or
To see in you, just what you was going through.
You had fallen in love with him for the way he was
Not for the way he wanted to be
But that was something he did not see.
Flaunting his machismo to everyone around
And starting to put everyone down.
Ignoring you and the family
You decided to set him free.
He did not believe that you would part
But you left him with a broken heart.
Stunned and shocked he didn’t know what to do
And people that he knew, turned their backs too.
There was a lesson he had to learn
Respect is not given, it has to be earned.
Apologizing to family and everyone around
His inner spirit he had found.
“Be Yourself” - you have your own personality
And this is what people love, and people see.
Now that your love has re found her man
Her heart you will understand.
(07/09/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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April
April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the april rain
And the valleys filled with pain
And you cant tell me quite why
As I look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
Ill cry, say that I dont know
Maybe once in a while Ill forget and Ill smile
But then the feeling comes again of an april without end
Of an april lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just cant feel the sun
And the springtimes the season of the night
Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
Ill cry, say that I dont know
I dont know
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Home Thoughts from Abroad
April in England–daffodils are growing
By every wayside, golden, tall and fair;
April–and all the little winds are blowing
The scents of springtime through the sunny air.
April in England–God, that we were there!
April in England–and her sons are lying
On these red fields, and dreaming of her shore;
April–we hear the thrushes' songs replying
Each unto each, above the cannons' roar;
April in England–shall we see it more?
April in England–there's the cuckoo calling
Down in her meadows where the cowslip gleams;
April–and little showers are softly falling,
Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams;
April in England–how the shrapnel screams!
April in England–blood and dust and smother,
Screaming of horses, men in agony.
April–full many of thy sons, O Mother,
Never again those dewy dawns shall see.
April in England–God, keep England free!
poem by Norah M. Holland
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Sometimes It Snows In April
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
Just after Id wiped away his last tear
I guess hes better off than he was before,
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars dont pass u every day
I used 2 cry 4 tracy because I wanted to see him again,
But sometimes sometimes life aint always the way...
Sometimes it snows in april
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of tracys tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
No, staring at his picture I realized
No one could cry the way my tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in april
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
And all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that tracys there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe hes found the answer 2 all the april snow
Maybe one day Ill see my tracy again
Sometimes it snows in april
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things that say, never last
And love, it isnt love until its past
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Choice
April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.
April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses,-
In it the summer grows.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Young William And Young April
Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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What Kind Of Label
If we are judged by things we do
I often wonder
how people would judge me.
Would it be a kind one
or would it be one of disgust?
Would I be called a good friend
or someone you couldn’t trust?
I have no way of knowing
what people would say
when the day comes
and I fade away.
I cannot judge myself
for the things I do,
I can only try to do
the right thing by every one of you.
30 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sometimes It Snows In April (The Art Of Musicology Special)
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war
Just after I wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy cause he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass U every day
I used 2 cry 4 Tracy cause I wanted 2 see him again
But sometimes, sometimes life ain't always the way
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year
A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain
He used 2 say so strong, Oh, I'm not afraid 2 die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
U know, staring at his picture I realize
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, yeah
Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending
But all good things, they say, never last
But all good things, they say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Macho Men
we try to be macho men who very rarely speak
but deep inside we are weak.
weak to the feelings that we have locked up inside.
feelings that we try to hide.
we have to be macho men to the female race
moving slow with a steady pace.
our egotistical pride is how we survive.
we always dream of being that
knight in shining armour
rescuing the maiden and her honor.
but that could never be, for the knights died in history.
so we strut like a peacock with pride
raise our heads to the sky.
(hiding what we feel inside)
this is the life of a macho man.
he is filled with pride
and always having
a woman by his side.
of this i can not deny.
poem by Louis Rams
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Tears for April
Tears for April
A child full of hope
Made some bad choices
All leading to dope
She got hooked on drugs
In the Downtown Eastside
Fighting a battle
Living the lie
Drugs took her down
A Skid Road of pain
Ran hard from her life
With nothing to gain
A needle is filled
The crack pipe’s aglow
Lift her to Heaven,
Her son sobs below
Tears for April
She’s Destiny’s waif
She can’t find her home
She’s now somewhere safe
Refrain:
Tears for this girl
She lost her way in this world
Tears for this girl
Tears for April
(In memory of April Reoch for the documentary 'Tears for April',2007/07/02)
poem by Alan Strand
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Soft Rains Of April
(mags/pal waaktaar)
The soft rains of april are over
The soft rains of april are over, over
Anybody home now
I am on the phone now, please...
The soft rains of april are over
The ferry across the water to dover, over
Anybody home now
I am on the phone, oh Id like to go back
Is it raining back home
Im so alone
Just got up today
And my thoughts are miles away
With you
Well, they gave me four years
Three more to go
Keep writing letters
Times passing so slow
The soft rains of april are over
The soft rains of april are over
Over....
song performed by by A-Ha
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