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P aroday not intended to be taken as real life story.Ed.Note.Ed
Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi has three meetings on successive days for the professionals collegiately involved this is one person's perspective.
Information Night: Day One: January 21sT @ 7 pm Professional Dress
John Thompson was reading the flyer carefully he was a member of Sorority PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi the only problem was the time is was now past FIVE on the 21sT day of January. Spring 2009 Rush.
Wednesday is not a good day for eye. He yelled for his girliefriend Louisemay to “COME help me get dressed for this thing” eye have to attend. Bring me mye Pizza Hut shirt its almost black and your sash eye have to make an ascot tie. Turn those black jeans around and make some sleeves out of them. Get my best earrings these hoops just won't do it and then let me have your pumps. No not those push up things eye meant the heels eye must have shoes that eye can mince in. Eye simply halve to look professional.
Appetizer Hour: January 22nD 5-7pm Business Casual
No eye can not wear a Dress a skirt mabe bring me a real long one let me try it on Oh Naomi the white tennis shoes simply won't work this time.
Bowling Night January 23rD 7-9pm Causual
Awright Suzzane bring me them short cuttoffs and them green puffy things for feetsies because we have to change into them long yucky bowling shoes when we get there at least we can wear them wing tips now and the neon Frisbee tee shirts. We will simply howl. John Thompson as the PhiBetaKappaKappaPhi Professional Business Fraternity member. All applications due Saturday January 24tH @ 5pm in the Main Dorm. Printed by www.PBKKP.com the Sorority norm.
poem by Charles Hice
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June In January
When in January it’s June,
in March it will be August, hot
and clammy while I swoon
within your arms, if I am not
mistaken about climate change
that is inevitable when
the summer months within my range
make me perspire once again,
and long for January that’s cold,
when I feel comfortable within
your arms, not feeble, frazzled, old,
and ready to embark on sin,
without the need for air condit-
ioning that I associate with June.
That’s why in wintertime I wish
that January will not leave soon,
but when it does it should be May,
my favorite month when birds do sing,
accompanying my love each day
with joy while you make my heart spring.
Inspired by “It’s June in January, ” a song associated with Bing Crosby, written by Ralph Rainger and Leon Robin:
A clouded moon creeps across the clouded sky
Winds of January sigh and moan
And yet it's June.
I can see a sky of blue
Dear the miracle is due to you.
Just you.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love
It always is spring in my heart
with you in my arms.
The snow is just white blossoms
that fall from above.
And here is the reason, my dear,
Your magical charms.
The night is cold
The trees are bare
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love.
But only because I'm in love with you.
Oh the night is cold!
Won't it be to bear?
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.
It's June in January
Because I'm in love
`1/23/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Time for Heavy Boots
For eight-foot snow drifts,
for jagged icicles the size
of mastodon tusks to
drag down gutters.
For gales to howl
through storm windows
and make even stately mansions
shake and shiver like Medea
giving birth.
Time to watch your life
unfold before your eyes
before opening the portal
leading from light and warmth
to a world of frozen terror
where comfort knows no welcome.
Time for Time
to be devoured by Medusa,
waiting in the mirror.
January, the month when all of
our parents always die.
January, time of Janus, the
dual-faced god simultaneously
embracing past and future.
January, time to create
the future by remembering
the past with a finer, more
focused vision.
poem by David Kowalczyk
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January Stars
Ten below and falling fast
Those days of summer were long past
My horoscope said you'd come back
I have my doubts, you see
And as I watched the mercury
And thought about the prophecy
A new moon and an early thaw
I watched the door for you
If January stars came true
And as I gaze at winter stars
The second house conjunct with Mars
They would suggest that we'll be one
I have my doubts, you see
If I maintain a skeptic's eye
And train the other on the sky
I'd eat my hat if it came true
I'd probably eat yours too
If January stars came true
If January stars came true
Now I'm in a pretty mess
It's getting warmer I confess
My horoscope said you'd come back
I have my doubts it's true
And as I watched the mercury
And thought about the prophecy
A new moon and an early thaw
I left the door for you
If January stars
If January stars
If January stars came true
January stars
song performed by by Sting
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How January Is Propelled To Spring
Chill January’s snow falls thick and fast
Propelled by blinding blizzard’s biting blast,
So soft white blankets bind the earth for days,
Though spring means drifts shall not lie long nor last.
Bleak January’s rain falls hard and long
Impelled by fierce Atlantic gales, full strong
So even mighty oaks bow in their wake
Till fury fades to calm in spring’s sweet song.
Wild January’s storms shall shed their sting,
Repelled by sun, as winter spins to spring,
So kinder, temperate breezes gently blow
To melt the snow, that all the fields can sing.
Mean January’s curse will never stay,
Dispelled by hopes of ever-lengthening day,
So gardens don spring coats of cheerful hues
As colour’s charm returns where all was grey.
Cruel January’s cloak of white shall yield,
Compelled to turn to green in springtime’s field,
So leaping lambs can clothe the hills again
And cattle quit the comfort of the bield.
Grim January’s gloom will end, by mirth
Expelled, as warmth returns to cheer the earth,
So birds will nest and leaves begin to spring
And dormant buds burst, bearing brand-new birth.
Harsh January’s coldness is compelled
To change, as dismal drabness is expelled.
Repelled by spring, impelled, the frost must flee;
So, doubts dispelled, to warmth we are propelled.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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January Friend
Reach for higher ground
About the way you look
The way you scream out loud
Mine
Just like the last time
It's all the same to me
She said
Let's pretend
My January friend
I'm wanting you again
I wanna touch ya
Every single heart that beats
Pretend
My January friend
I'm wanting you again
I wanna touch ya
Every single heart that beats
Cry
Don't cry out loud
You've gotta bear your cross but never dream too loud
And you're tied
Tied to the next time
You realize your crimes
Let's pretend
My January friend
I'm wanting you again
I wanna touch ya
Every single heart that beats
Pretend
My January friend
I'm wanting you again
I wanna touch ya
Every single heart that beats
Time stood still Monday mornin' yeah
Showed me what I had to see
It's not the way I thought it should be
You're my January friend
You're my January friend
You're my January friend
And every heart that beats pretend
Oh January friend
You're my January friend
You're my January friend
You're my January friend
And every heart that beats tonight's
Pretend
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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January Once More
Last year has come and gone.
Now a blanket covers a once green lawn.
A prime time for New Year’s resolutions
Though most will be brief in executions.
Seems like only yesterday
When the last January made its way.
Now another appears for a short stay
Before eleven months are blown away.
In spite of all the cold and snow,
Enjoy this time no matter where you go.
Delight in the joys of January
Since like all things in life, it’s temporary.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A Calendar Poem
1
in January
I met Jane
in February
it was all love
flying Cupids
and St Valentine’s
in March
we marched down the aisle
I slipped the ring in her finger
and she let me slip into her that night
in April
I came home early and saw her kissing some guy
and when I coughed
they both laughed at me and said:
“Happy April Fool’s Day! ”
A belated one, though;
still - I just laughed,
always love surprises
and a good sport I’d always been
I don’t remember what we did
In May -
but the predominant emotion is one of dismay
June saw us
make love
under the moon
and at noon
in July
she made full use of her vocal cords
and reached her peak of pitch:
“Oh God! - you’re just like any guy!
You’ve turned the house into a sty! ”
August I decided to be a little dignified;
and in September we were like King and Queen
with diamond crown and scented scepter each
2
in October she crashed our new
shiny, costly SUV Rover
and I just found it difficult to stay sober
November
is a month to remember, to remember
well it’s something private between me and Jane
it’s something to do with a member, a member
November - Oh baby,
it’s something to remember, remember...
December came and - was it the heat
or the cold? -
by the end we were dismembered, dismembered:
I’m alone again
and this time maybe
in scented January
in fresh January I’ll find May
poem by Raj Arumugam
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For an Otter
Three Years: I am to always be here with you.
Even the days I was not (you were not)
Sufficed by the many hes or shes, lips for kissing
Or maybe, just once, settled for sweetness
Tossed around in my bed, (your bed)
Lead me (perhaps you too) to doors of salvation
But never apart for long to ask of me who I was, and once
Come after I'd gone missing in January, from last January
And was not around to hear you but
You'd remembered to always speak in French to me
So I could always return to remember to say to you
That you were still smiling and even after so long
Strangers melting together in summer's sun goodbye
I wanted for you to stop kissing me
Only to sleep in your hand with mine
To be too wordy, too distant
To argue, To agree on
The brilliance in:
sedation, grinding teeth, tired eyes, jittery knees,
Your songs and such that are not about me, and
Poems I write and read to you of January from last January
so far away is the plane you caught this morning
Too many states away are my hands from your hands
- What if we had not been lovers fighting against love?
I don't want to know
I am to think I would have lost when I did not have to
I am to always be here with you
poem by Belinda Nelson
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Song Of January!
January sings again for me
and for a year dead gone
on the wheels
of a northern curse.
January sings,
sings again for me
and for autumn flowers
January 30, 2010
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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Ballad Of January
January
Is
A new month
A new start for me
To learn new things
To learn to let go of my anger
And open up my heart
And to listen to what my heart
Is saying
It is waking up
From a long painful journey
Of last summer
I love you all the time
Sunsets
January
Thanks god you are mild
Because I hate the cold
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Professional Crastination
Cant u see how easy it becomes
Procrastinate, were professionals
Get things done, you cant, too busy
Having fun were professionals
Professional crastination its a way
Of life if youve got lots of time
Put it off cause tomorrow sounds
Much better than today
Always late, not sometimes, occasionally
Consistently, were professionals
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Why cant we ever be on time?
Professional crastination its a way of life
If youve got lots of time
Professional crastination were living
In a procrati-nation
Professional crastination
song performed by by NOFX
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Reds
Red dress, red shoes,
A dancing moonlight reflecting from you
A diamond laced necklace, so cheap but expensive
Shining on through,
knowing a charged up essence of you jeweled
Will never escape the memory of you
Red dress, red shoes,
Ripples in the still breeze
Tracing the woods following footsteps made of you
Red dress red shoes,
I remember clearly the day I met you,
The beauty of you, red dress red shoes
Cold day, warm night
That red dress red shoes first entered my sight
Like a demon or devil, delving deeply to my heart, you entered my blood stream
With an evil curderling scream of art,
The ripping then began to start
This lady of red dress and red shoes
Enters the mind
Red dress, red shoes
Trapped in time
its true
poem by Daniel Richards
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If I Make It
If I make it to January
it'll be three good years
The stents keep me going
with nothing to fear
The clock keeps ticking
time continues on its way
Thankful for every morning
alive for another day
I followed doctors orders
ate right and exercised
Took a few cruises
learned to smile along the way
Had a little heartache
some really bad days
Lost a brother...friends too
the hurt wouldn't go away
If I make it to January
I'll look forward to another year
Cherish every minute
every laugh every tear
poem by Sr. Lawerence Mize
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I had such a good time working with John Woo and John Travolta, and it was so professional. I want to work with people who are real professionals.
quote by Christian Slater
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She Misses Him On Sunday The Most
(steven dale jones/bobby tomberlin)
They were quite a pair
The way that love should be
They still held hands
For the world to see
Shes thankful that she had him all those years
But she still has days she cant hold back the tears
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
She sits alone on that same old pew again
His tenor voice still echoes now and then
It brings back all those memories of him there by her side
What shed give for one more sunday drive
She misses their monday night bowling league
When theyd wear their matching shirts
She misses their wednesday night dinner out
As soon as he got home from work
And saturday morning sleeping late
Holding each other close
But she misses him on sunday the most
But she misses him on sunday the most
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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808 Garnet Birthstone Of January
The garnet is a complicated and lesser known gemstone. There is a Family of Garnets (seven major classifications) and they are all very hard glassy silicates. They contain a variety of metals and have a wide colour range from black to colourless. Some rare forms of Garnet are more valuable than diamonds.
Garnet - crystal structure rhombic
Deep red - orange - yellow - purple
Green and colourless - brown and black.
Green for nature - red for power
Black for death and mauve for grieving
Worn for protection from the plague
Gem exchanged when friends are leaving
Rhombic structure crystal - Garnet
Garnet January's birthstone
Capricorn her birth sign twin
Found in North and South America
Guards from poison plague and sin.
Greeks all wore them to keep bright
Romans wore them with engraving
To protect them through the night.
Birthstone January's Garnet.
Seven major forms for Garnet
Deep red Pyrope precious necklace
Graced the necks of rich Victorians
Rhodolite is deep rich purple
The purest green is Demantido
The Garnet has a secret power
It really peps up one's libido! ! !
Garnet for forms - major seven.
Versatile is gemstone Garnet
Garnet crystal structure rhombic
Garnet January's birthstone
Seven major forms for Garnet.
Garnet for forms - major seven
Birthstone January's Garnet
Rhombic structure crystal Garnet
Garnet gemstone is versatile.
Thsi poem is dedicated to the Angel of January,
(John Knight - Frosty Colchester - 1 February 2010)
poem by John Knight
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The intelligent minority of this world will mark 1 January 2001 as the real beginning of the 21st century and the Third Millennium.
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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I'm someone who loves to enjoy life and tries to focus on real things and real friendships. That's why I live very simply. I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. I don't spend much time fixing myself up or trying to look cool. I live like a normal person and even though I'm in a very high-profile business, I really don't let it affect the way I live.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Wear My Hat
She came looking for me with her arms open wide,
Like some long lost friend of mine.
She said excuse me, but do you remember me ?
I said no, I dont believe I do
So she looked me up and down
And undressed me with her eyes,
Then she said youve got everything I need, youve got everything I want
So I said ok,
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
So her friend came up to me
With a pen and paper in her hand,
Expressing some interest in the number of my room,
She said excuse me, but do you remember me?
I said no, she said can I appeal to you?
So I looked her up and down
And realising her insinuations I blushed
She said listen babe you dont know me,
No you dont know me but you owe me,
And I love you,
Yes I love you,
Put your arms around me cos I love you,
I got all your records and I love you
So I suggested
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
Well later on that day this guy came to me
With a scrap of paper in his hand
He said hey buddy can you sign your name for me?
I said why, do I owe you money? he said no
I said listen pal do I know you? have we ever met?
Why do you want my name on this little piece of paper?
He said i love you,
I dont know you but I love you,
Like my brother I love you,
Put your arms around me cos I love you
I said hey lets not rush things
You can wear my hat,
You can have my coat,
You can take my shirt
cos I dont need it.
You can wear my shoes,
You can take my socks,
Come on take my bag its yours
If you love it,
You can have it if you love it,
Aint no problem if you love it,
Come on take it if you love it.
You can wear my hat,
You can wear my hat,
You can wear my hat,
Come on wear my hat.
song performed by by Phil Collins
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