June 10th
June 10th will be the last,
the last time I get to see you
No more 'Hi's
No more 'Good Bye's
This is it and theres no turning back
June 10th will be it
it's the last time we can say 'bye'
It has gone so fast,
the time we had together
It wasn't the best time but I
will still miss you.
June 10th is here,
so one last goodbye
'Good bye, I'll miss you.'
Is this it, or will we meet again?
poem by Relizabeth Ferris
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May 10th
May 10th, is one day amongs all
may 10th pass through me slowly with a word to hold unto
may 10th was sitting waiting to fulfill purpose yet we were blind with fate of foolishness
may 10th took something from the world with pride without regret of pain and lost
may 10th why must you come to pass now
may 10th was a slow moving day moving with
boldness seeking for something precious
may 10th standing at my gate yet i see him not
O what a lostful day to the world
may 10th why must you come to pass at my reign without seeking from me first
may 10th my unforgetable day
it gain more to forgive and forget but how can i forget
may 10th took something worth more than gold from the world
can the world ever forgive and forget that day
may 10th may 10th may 10th can you hear me
u are not to be forgotten by mistake believe me i forgive you but i cann't forget that painful day when you took away my mentor my grand father
may 10th 2011 6: 50pm.
poem by Senator alufalism
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Days In June
I miss our days in June
The smiles, jokes, and laughter
Anticipating upcoming days
Day and day after
I miss the feel of summer
The happiness we shared
When one of us would shout for help
And in seconds, we'd be there
I miss the members of our gang
And how each day went slow
Running to finally see each other
Smiles setting our faces aglow
I miss sitting in the shade
To cool down from the sun
Sharing stories and special moments
And always having fun
I miss the hugs that we exchanged
As our way of saying goodbye
But until tomorrow, there'd always be
That glossy look in our eyes
The summer separated us
I still wish to see you soon
And I wanted to take this time to tell you
I miss our days in June
poem by Brielle Intorcia
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June - It's Raining...
Walking down the lone street
Romancing the June rain
I met him for the first time
Call it chance or destiny
It was raining Love
First time when we kissed
We danced in the June rain
Got lost in its rhythm
I walked down the aisle
He took my hand forever
June showered her blessings
How we loved the June rain!
June is back once again
Rain and romance everywhere
Alone I sit, beside his grave
Rain pouring down my eyes
poem by Deepthi Vincent
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One Day In June
One day in June
I slipped away
Caught by desire
Drawn to the flame
My virtues disappeared
Light on my feet
Whispers as sweet as honey
Callin' to me
One day in June
One day in June
I felt the hunger
I ate the fruit
One day in June
So don't cry for me
I had my chance
I took a risk
I asked the wind to dance
Don't try to save me
I'm already gone
Everything's over
But I'm burning on
One day in June
One day in June
I felt the hunger
I ate the fruit
One day in June
And I don't like how it feels
To tell all these little lies
Tryin' to be the one you can count on
But all it's a thin disguise
I kissed it all goodbye
One day in June
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Make It.
Why is it that I'm so
Afraid
That I won't make it.
Afraid that I won't make it
In school, I'm a 10th grader trying to make
It and I'm also afraid
That I won't.
Not Makin it is the worst feeling
A person like me could ever feel
I've accomplished all classroom
Goals, but I haven't accomplished the goal
Of time.
I tried but it was an epic fail and
It wasn't even my fault
And just knowing this hurts me to
My heart.
I don't know what to do anymore…..
Except cry until I cry blood
I've worked so hard to get to where
I'm at and I guess it wasn't enough for them, just for me.
Why is it that I'm so
Afraid
That I won't make it, afraid that I won't
Make it in school I'm a 10th grader trying to
Make it and I am also afraid that
I won't…..
poem by Hazel Jackson
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We Cry
The 10th of June, passing of our Son
We Cried
9mins holding him tight, words not spoken
We cried
Time of Death given,8pm
We Cried
Just 7 doors down from home, is all we keep saying
We Cried
6 Drunken teens, drove down our son that night
We Cried
The Fifth Commandment, thou shall not kill
We Cried
Four days later, our son lays beneath the earth
We Cried
The Driver receives 3yrs, is that my sons worth
We Cried
Two years good behavior, he walks the streets
We Cried
We only had One son his name was Micheal, our son
We Cry
It shouldn't have been his NUMBER calling
Still here we Cry
poem by Brad Phillips
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The more I learn and read about the 10th Muse i realize what a great fan base and cult following she has. I'm going to try to live up to the fantastic image of the 10th Muse!
quote by Cindy Margolis
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Cut Here
So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
yeah its the look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favorite man...
Is that anyway to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like youll never let me go
"Oh cmon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while... "
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just dont have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eyes...
So dizzy Mr. Busy too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June
Until laterDoesnt always come
It so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because its hard to think
"Ill never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "
But chilly Mr. Dilly- too much rush To talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - Just Hang On - All in good time - Wont be long
Until later...
I shouldve stop to think - I should've made the time
I couldve had that drink - I couldve talked a while
I wouldve done it right - I wouldve moved us on
But I didnt - now it's all too late its over... over...
And you're gone...
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much
But how many times can I walk away
and wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
and wish "if only... "
Keep on making the same mistake
keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late
song performed by by Cure
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Another Way of Love
I
June was not over
Though past the full,
And the best of her roses
Had yet to blow,
When a man I know
(But shall not discover,
Since ears are dull,
And time discloses)
Turned him and said with a man's true air,
Half sighing a smile in a yawn, as 'twere,—
"If I tire of your June, will she greatly care?"
II
Well, dear, in-doors with you!
True! serene deadness
Tries a man's temper.
What's in the blossom
June wears on her bosom?
Can it clear scores with you?
Sweetness and redness.
Eadem semper!
Go, let me care for it greatly or slightly!
If June mend her bower now, your hand left unsightly
By plucking the roses,—my June will do rightly.
III
And after, for pastime,
If June be refulgent
With flowers in completeness,
All petals, no prickles,
Delicious as trickles
Of wine poured at mass-time,—
And choose One indulgent
To redness and sweetness:
Or if, with experience of man and of spider,
June use my June-lightning, the strong insect-ridder,
And stop the fresh film-work,—why, June will consider.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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Once Strangers
We were once strangers
Strangers that went to school together
Which lead to a class together
It was nothing special at first
I brought winterfresh gum for you everyday
It use to be your favorite gm
Last period use to be my favorite time
Especially on Tuesday's
You always had a new story
A story that was about your life
Everyday you where there nothing bad could happen
Soon school ended and you went to Waterbury
Once in awhile you would come back to Torrington
However I still called you everyday
10th grade came by and you weren't there
Had to go through 10th and 11th be myself
You came back for 12th grade
I was the happiest person in the world
I had my best friend back
Now you've graduated and moving on
I however went backwards
Didn't listen to what you would say
Now I have to watch you go off to college
I couldn't be happier for you
I wish you the best of luck
I know you will go far.
poem by Ashley Olson
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From Sunrise to Sunset
Sunrise,
She was born on the 3rd of June 1985;
Sunset,
And she died on the 10th of July 2011;
Yes, from sunrise to sunset! !
But the thoughts that appeared in me was like the muse of love,
And like flowers dancing among the beauty of peace!
But she was gone too soon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If Not For June
If not for June,
My memories of Winter in December...
With a wish to witness,
The freshness of Spring March would bring...
Would not still remain so vivid.
As if only yesterday visited.
If not for June.
If not for June,
My eyesight would not be teased...
By the freedom felt in Summer,
With hopes that linger of those things I could do,
Under clear skies showing bright Sun.
And seeing the fun shared by nearly everyone,
If not for June.
And if not for June I would not be able to reminisce,
From so many experiences I could pick.
June seems to be the month I can do this.
With a thankfulness I am still in the midst,
Of a year that appears to have just begun.
With so much left to offer before it is done.
And for me this happens only when June comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Juno Gave the Summer
A sun for hearts – tempered rhythm in her flares;
The naked tan – bikini line a cry for stares;
Gregarious green, beguiled by colours en rapport –
The park’s alive! So what’s to hanker after more?
Children scream while parents dream their fantasies,
Igniting under brilliance –
They think they share resilience to the
Ultraviolet hues;
To lie displayed au naturel
Is what they’d rather choose!
And Helios peers at lovers in their
Heady worlds: vibrant leas to
Roam in hand; calming seas –
Satin sand insensible as
Water runs her ripples cross the
Shore – so like the park, it really
Cries for very little more!
In the garden, roses clamber for attention –
Pouting blooms, wafting scent –
Our floral monarch June’s event!
And fingers green receive the praise
From toiling hard for coloured blaze.
Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June
As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon
Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring
And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing.
Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie
– Hope renewed –
As Juno saw to suckle me with
Quintessential summer.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
Summer summer June summer June in summer summer
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Too Soon (Dedicated To Mrs Tham My El Lit Teacher, hi PUALINA
The bluebells of June have finally been lost,
back to the earth that bore them,
throughout my life I will dread their flowering
for they scar a time of yearning.
Their coming fills me with the happiness
of memories of you, but they still gave me suffering
with the time of mourning for you
But yet these could still
Reveal the secret garden of my heart.
The forest floor, full of purple glory
scented gently of you,
one March we strolled its peaceful path
a meadow beneath our feet.
A year passed in a blink of an eye,
And then you were gone
Later in the month of June,
came the anguish of my soul -
you left me far too soon,
Like the bluebells of June
If only I could hear your voice,
the calming things you would say,
the earth itself would bow to my grief.
Like the bluebells every June,
You came and-
Gone too soon.
12/07/12
poem by Skylar Stamon Silver Salvatore
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January
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you dont know how you feel
You dont know if you even love me anymore
If she was a good kisser
Then i'd know how much i'd miss her
January came
For April you have stayed
June i was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I wish i didnt say i'm sorry
I wish you loved me all the same
I wish i wasnt such a wishy-washy prick
I wish i said just how i fetlt
If i was a good listener
Maybe you would still be here
January came
For April you have stayed
June i was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
I still miss the way we touched
I miss the way oyou'd bite my tongue
I miss the way you run away
You run away
January February March April May
June through December I wish you would stay
I know you're leaving me
I know you told me this before
I know you told me this a million times
You say you dont know how you feel
When will you know just how you feel
January came
For April you have stayed
June i was in heaven
July was just the same
September rolled around
October wore a frown
By Christmas we were through
song performed by by Goldfinger
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An Other Day
It is an other day with out you
and the month of june is askin me
It is an other night
it is an other night I am waitin you
and the time is plodding me
when dreamin is backing me
when the passing time is a careles freind;
who is taking u
from my dream
but other day;
will bring us to gain
and dear will bring u back to me
will bring u back to my heart
but it is an other day; and
u are far from my sight
an other day at either end
we are alone at either end
and the month of june is askin me
in an other night just iam gazing
at moon
'cause i glanced your smile
once
out there
at the moon's face
an other day
will soothe the fondness
and the sun of our love will rise
when the rain will wash the pain
just in an other day of june.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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This time in june
It's june
The farmer's spell
With cutlasses and hoes
We rushed off our feet;
Off to the feild we go
It's june
The farmer's delight
With so much rigor
We worked our fingers sore
And in the night
We barely had a sleep
It's june
The farmer's joy
The heavens had opened up
Their hearts upon the earth
For the farmers household
It's time to toil
So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
The farmer walked with pride
It's the pinnacle of his yeild
And he is proud to trade
So, in november;
When harvest finally comes
With basket and sacks
We headed for the feild
It's time to fill our barns;
Even our bellies,
Also; the farmers wallet
A heavy weight to lift
And for the farmers household
It's time for spoils
This time in june;
It was a different story
And my father says;
No pain, no gain!
poem by Bolami lawal
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Most people would rather stay home and watch Casablanca for the fourth time or the 10th time on Turner Classic Movies than go see Matrix 12 or whatever the hell the flavor of the month is.
quote by Joseph Bologna
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In June
From the start I knew
I had to teach what I had learned
What once I saw as the moon
If I could grasp the sands and hold time
I would change it just for you
O how can I breathe so softly
with you standing before me
In this glittering sun of June
I wonder if we had a chance that time we met
In that sunny part of June
If we just could unite beneath the stars and the moon
I could show them both to you
O how sweetly
I will hold once again what I have craved
It will come before my end
Or may I continue to pray
For that day when we meet once again
poem by Robert Matkovic
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Rainy Day In June
I need some sunshine on my face
To help me dry my eyes
I need a blue sky over here
So I can clear my mind
Maybe your soft breath on my back
To make me feel at ease
Anything more than what I've got
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
Yesterday morning I woke up
On the wrong side of the bed
And on the right side laid a note
I knew what it said
Then the rain came, hasn't stopped
I don't know if it will
But I'll keep waiting with the hopeful heart
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
The thunder rolls, the lightning flashes
Every thought began with you
I see your face in every clouded paths
On this rainy day in June
It's a rainy day in June
The sky is grey and I am blue
Tryin' to make it without you
On this rainy day in June
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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