Coffee and Strangers
A heavy sadness grips me, coffee and strangers my only refuge.
In-laws chitter and fresh faced children gaily play,
As around me these families make merry,
I flounder in a sea of September days.
I think of my son, immersed in guitars and games
Itching to tell friends of his most recent find.
And wish he was here, where bold painted lions fill the frames
To ease with his talk the solitude locked in my mind.
I think of my daughter performing her most difficult role
As she enters the school grounds each day
And wish she was here with me laughing,
Lifting the weight from my heart.
21 September 2009
poem by Adrian Murphy
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Holy September
A kiss on the lips of today
For stepping into tommorow.
The blinds are closed for now.
Don't sell yourself for sorrow.
Oh! Precious my september.
Begins with all the stars.
Buses from the summer.
In september driving cars.
Praising my september.
Praising all my needs.
Sends me to tomorrow.
September grows my seeds.
Officers of my journey.
With love inside the day.
The tolerance of my wonder.
The tolerence of my dismay.
Nestled in september.
You've wakened from those dreams.
Oh holy, my september.
The cloth around my seams.
September shines around me,
Like the sun onto my day.
September my september.
Is there any other way?
poem by Attia Taylor
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September Morn
Written by: neil diamond and gilbert becaud
Stay for just a while
Stay, and let me look at you
Its been so long, I hardly knew you
Standing in the door
Stay with me a while
I only want to talk to you
Weve traveled halfway round the world
To find ourselves again
September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way
Look at what youve done
Why, youve become a grown-up girl
I still can hear you cryin
In the corner of your room
And look how far weve come
So far from where we used to be
But not so far that weve forgotten
How it was before
September morn
Do you remember how we danced that night away
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Look Into Self (Sonnetina Rispetto)
You must return to the very start
Just look into your mind and heart
And so you can be born again
Heed my words for I do not lie
To be born again old must die
Free from all the pain and the sin
You must return to the very start
Just look into your mind and heart
For, if I may be really bold
The new is born out of the old
And so you can be born again
Free from all the pain and the sin
You must return to the very start
Just look into your mind and heart
September 19,2009
The Sonnetina Rispetto is a new poetry form
created by Dorian Petersen Potter
on September 8,2009.
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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September
Maurice white, charles stepney & verdine white
Do you remember the 21st night of september?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now december found the love that we shared in september.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in september
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Time Tells Time' 2 of 2 of the original
Your mirror is telling you that you’re a beautiful…
Listen to it, not like me, who tried not to hear
It reflects a face as fresh as a recently cut rose
Do not look for wrinkles
Admire the shining stars
Do ponder past moons, then
Anticipate all moons ahead
My dear, distance before is not far back…
So near you can smell sweet- cut summer grass,
Laugh at your children ringing around roses,
and help fill their pockets with poses
Fall trees in back yard stand barren
Just you stand tall to bear all
Just keep in mind the golden rule
Your golden years will happen
Dear daughter, waste not time on bygones
Just make right that you think went wrong
(Dedicated to my daughter Heather L. Knight:
A juxtaposition of the original: Times Tells Time)
Almedia S Knight (ASK)
September 22,2009
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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September
September approaches.
Laboring its pace,
From the haste of August
Delighting still...
With whirlwind gatherings.
September prepares...
With chopped wood,
And heat devices checked.
And fresh new experiences for some,
Beginning indoctrinations young!
Learning to start days...
With a discipline no one fully accepts,
Or expects anyone to ever crave!
Amusement parks begin to close.
Although the rollercoaster of holidays,
Will upon us all impose...
To exchange our carefree dispositions.
For the onslaught of traditions,
And schooling tuitions!
Yes...
This is the September that is known.
With a mixture of enlightenment that comes...
Textured with our groans!
As we get all of our choices set...
Remembering the quickness of September's plunge,
Can leave us cold on some days and on others in sweat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When September Arrives, Again
September arrives and Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
September arrives,
And the sky loses brightness.
Winds start to whip...
Leaves off of trees.
I use to wonder,
Why I heard thundering...
As it rained to bring a change to things.
September seems erratic and dramatic.
Shifting as it does...
To prepare all for the Winter.
Children return to school,
As cool winds descend.
September has come back,
Again...
So quickly.
September arrives,
And Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
When September arrived.
And Autumn began,
With winds again.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
As Autumn began,
With winds again to begin.
When September arrived.
When September...
Arrived!
When September,
Arrives...
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hope
As the curtain is drawn each morning
to greet a brand new day
let, us look around us
at the children while they play.
They have no worries
to crease their brow,
the world has not corrupted
the feeling that they feel.
They carry no heavy baggage
for mistakes they have made.
We should look at them, smile,
and hope they never do.
16 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Arrival of Natalie Anne
September 6th,2009
Will be regarded as the day
You came into our home
To sweeten up our days
And brighten our nights
You brought a new ray of light
A refreshing new hope of life
For both your mother and father
And all those that will care for you
Remember this day
Your mother was so proud
For her new addition to the
Family that had already begun
She will watch over you
Protect you from harm
Pick you up when you fall
Wipe away those tears when you are hurt
She will love you through
The good times and the bad times too
Give you guidance when you need it or
When you think it is not needed
Welcome Little Miss Natalie Anne
To this World that we call Life
May God bless you and watch over you
All the days of your LIFE!
The Arrival of Natalie Anne Lopez
Date: September 6,2009
Time of Arrival: 4: 47 pm EST
Weight: 7 lbs. &.05 oz.
Length: 20 ins.
poem by Scott Austin
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September Song
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
For its a long, long while, from May to December
And the days grow short, when you reach September
And I have the lost my tears, and the walking in the little rain
Hey honey, I haven't gotta time for gaining Waiting Game
And the days turn to crawl(?grow old?) as they grow few
September, November
And these few colden(?golden?) days I'd like to spend 'em with you
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And I'm not quite a quip for the waiting game
I have a little money, and I have a little pain
And these few golden days, as the days grow so few
These golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
These precious golden days, I'd like to spend 'em with you
September song, September song
September song, September song
song performed by by Lou Reed
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On September 11,2001
On September 11,2001
Smothering black and gray smoke ascended to
The luminous blue sky
Engulfing it until it turned as black as night.
Young children are confused while thier parents cry noiselessly for loved ones.
Calling every person they know to make sure that they are alive and well.
On September 11,2001.
On September 11,2001,
Brave young men and women struggled to save our citizens.
The young. The old.
Those planes.
Those innocent men, women and children who died.
Whose lives were lost on that timid day because of terriosts.
WE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER AND WE WILL NEVER FORGET! !
On September 11,2001.
poem by Shannon Monroe
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Come September
Her bones will ache
Her mouth will shake
And as the passion dies
Her magic heart will break
She'll fly to France
'Cause there's no chance
No hope for Cinderella
Come September
Her violet sky
Will need to cry
'Cause if it doesn't rain
Then everything will die
She needs to heal
She needs to feel
Something more than tender
Come September
Everything wrong
Gonna be all right
Come September
The souls that burn
Will twist and turn and
Find you in the dark
No matter where you run
But lost her spark
And what she's pushing for
She can't remember
Everything wrong
Gonna be all right
Come September
Her eyes surrender
Her cry a crying shame
Coming undone
Is she ever gonna
Feel the same
She will run
She's gona drink the sun
Shining just for you
Instead of everyone
And so it goes
She'll stand alone
And try no to remember
Come September
Everything wrong
Gonna be all right
Come September
She's made her mark
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia from White Lilies Island
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Song Of September!
September sings the most
beautiful song of a festive
season and earth on its heart's
strings replays that soulful
melody as the most treasured
gift of nature of surprises..
September 1,2009
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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The New Arrival
“The Arrival of Natalie Anne”
September 6th,2009
Will be regarded as the day
You came into our home
To sweeten up our days
And brighten our nights
You brought a new ray of light
A refreshing new hope of life
For both your mother and father
And all those that will care for you
Remember this day
Your mother was so proud
For her new addition to the
Family that had already begun
She will watch over you
Protect you from harm
Pick you up when you fall
Wipe away those tears when you’re hurt
She will love you through
The good times and the bad times too
Give you guidance when you need it or
When you think it is not needed
Welcome Little Miss Natalie Anne
To this World that we call Life
May God bless you and watch over you
All the days of your LIFE!
The Arrival of Natalie Anne Lopez
Date: September 6,2009
Time of Arrival: 4: 47 pm EST
Weight: 7 lbs. &.05 oz.
Length: 20 ins.
poem by Scott Austin
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September Grass
Well, the suns not so hot in the sky today
And you know I can see summertime slipping on away
A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red
But the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed
So Ill be king and youll be queen
Our kingdoms gonna be this little patch of green
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down with me now
September grass
Oh the memory is like the sweetest pain
Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game
I can still smell the sweat and the grass stains
We walked home together. I was never the same.
But that was a long time ago
And where is she now? I dont know
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down with me now
September grass
Oh, september grass is the sweetest kind
It goes down easy like apple wine
Hope you dont mind if I pour you some
Made that much sweeter by the winter to come
Do you see those ants dancing on a blade of grass?
Do you know what I know? thats you and me, baby
Were so small and the worlds so vast
We found each other down in the grass
Wont you lie down with me right here
September grass
Wont you lie down with me now
In this september grass
Lie down
Lie down
Lie down
Lie down
(repeat)
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down here now
In this september grass
song performed by by James Taylor
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Hunger
The more I think about
the days when I was young
the more I hunger
for them back again
to correct the mistakes
I made back then.
To get to know more of the people
I went to school with
and make more of them a friend.
Sadly that can never be
and all I am left with is thoughts
of what might have been
had I spoken out a bit more.
18 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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September Girl
My September girl is a master of her own inner Sanctum.
Her beauty is paralyzing to onlookers, who never seen that side of her continent.
My September girl gave me all of her love, soul, body and attention.
She will always be a treasure in this man's heart.
Her beauty is art and when she would leave, he would ask where is thou art?
My September girl has an inner door, that can only be opened by a special key.
This key he did not obtain, for this chorus was, and is still in his mind, and brain.
Never can be to intoxicated off of her love, for she is like wine, and spirits, that never left a hangover.
My September girl comes from March, which can be seen as Mar's, for her visage was alien to me. What can I see when I look in her soul?
My September girl is Godly and deep. When she was with me she was asleep.
Now that she awoke from that cloud of smoke,
she realized her uncanny potential, her uncanny soul, and spoke of a dream where she was as sweet as September.
poem by Josephe Buchanan
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September In The Rain
1 2 2 toobidoo.
The leaves of brown
Came tumbling down,
Remember in september in the rain.
The sun went out
Just like a light,
Remember in september in the rain.
To every word
Of love i heard you whisper
The raindrops seems
To play a sweet refrain.
Thought it's spring,
To me it's still september,
Oh that september in the rain.
To every word
Of love i heard you whisper
The raindrops seems
To play a sweet refrain.
Thought it's spring,
To me it's still september,
Oh that september in the rain.
I said i said it's september in the rain.
Ah september in the rain.
song performed by by Beatles
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In The Grips Of Tough Times
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Childish minds can much annoy.
And giving this attention can cause a big riff,
When an immaturity is involved in it.
In the grips of tough times,
It takes a lot to find peace of mind.
But if it means leaving petty scenes,
Don't waste a dime or the time leaving this behind.
In the grips of tough times,
It's hard to hold back...
From gritting on teeth.
It's even more difficult to be real nice...
To someone seeing life,
Sugared and spiced.
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
In the grips of tough times,
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
Don't be seduced to play the fool somebody uses.
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Your Best Friend?
Everybody needs friends, we all have friends
Some friends are closer to us than our families
If we happen to fall, there are friends to pick us up
What will our life be without friends?
There are many categories of friendship
There are casual friends, bad friends and good friends
The question here is – who is your best friend?
Friends who can turn your tears into laughter
Is your wife your best friend?
I mean the friend you go to
When you need honest advice
Is your husband your best friend?
I mean the friend who knows you
More than you know yourself
Is your brother or sister your best friend?
I mean the friend who always assists you
To solve difficult personal problems
Is your father or mother your best friend?
I mean the friend you feel safe to keep secrets
Are your in-laws your best friend?
I mean the friend you can tell anything
Is your boss or co-worker your best friend?
I mean the friend who can cover you up at work
Is your son or daughter your best friend?
I mean the friend you use as sounding board
For all your confidential and private thoughts
Is your former classmate your best friend?
I mean the friend who cheers you up on bad days
Whoever may be your best friend, remember that
A friend in need is always a friend indeed
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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