September's Birth, In Beautied, As Best.
September's baby is full of heart...
They to be filled with knacks at art.
They stretch towards ways of useful way of words...
They enjoy such as beautiful sights in birds.
September is a day in our life...
Since a day of birth and searching for that one perfect mate-
whether of that one most wanted husband or wife.
September's stone is that of a Saphired in blue...
A great beauty to eyes filled with, so blue in hue.
The sign of the scales will do...
Well due.
poem by Michael Gale
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935 Sapphire Birthstone Of September
Dipyramidal - sweet sapphire
Saturation tone and hue
All contribute to sapphires richness
A precious stone of azure blue
Kings - Knights and Knaves would all desire
Their fairest ladies to adorn
A cool blue stone - but full of fire
Dipyramidal - sweet sapphire.
Sapphires gems of situation
Sri Lanka - Kashmir - other places
Pink (padparadshas) - yellow - white
And even green - through iron traces.
Blue is sapphire's presentation
It speaks of truth and constancy
Insight and interpretation.
Sapphires gems of situation.
Sapphire birthstone of September
Bringing calmness - healing tensions
Linked with Zodiac sign of Virgo
Perfecting us in all dimensions.
Energy derived from Saturn
Rings of love and of completeness
Fitting in a perfect pattern
Sapphire birthstone of September.
Sapphire nature's perfect gemstone
Dipyramidal sweet sapphire
Sapphires gems of situation
Sapphire birthstone of September
September of birthstone sapphire
Situation of gems sapphires
Sapphire sweet dipyramidal
Gemstone perfect nature's sapphire.
This poem is dedicated to A Sapphire Angel.
(John Knight - Cool Dark Colchester - 23 September 2010)
poem by John Knight
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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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Meeting You
Early September was the first day of school,
I did not know you,
But your laugh captured me.
My eyes met with yours,
Now you’re the only one I see.
Mid September I asked you out.
Filled in my heart,
was so much doubt.
You are so pretty and witty too.
Do you like me?
I really like you.
At first the few weeks were pretty rough,
not many people wanted us together,
but you went with your gut,
as did I.
New Year has come,
Were still together,
Keeping down our path,
warmth it brings me,
To know such a woman,
Standing beside me.
poem by Michael Rentz
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3rd of September
3rd of September
I wanna go home
Bring a bouquet of rose
Put on your gravestone
As a sign of love
3rd of September
Day when God sent you to this earth
Day when you are dying, then
God take you back to His embrace
Declare that you belong to Him
3rd of September
I thanking God for having you a while in my life
Whose teaches me what love is
Coz love never die
In a heart of our
3rd of September
I wanna go home
Bring a bouquet of rose
Put on your gravestone
As a sign of love
***
Jakarta,3 September 2008
poem by George Sicillia
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September Sky
Cool air, September sky.
My vision bordered by trees,
Dying for the winter-
God's silent fireworks,
Brilliant reds, oranges, yellows.
There is the threat of frost in the air,
A biting chill which seeps into my clothes.
The smell of a woodstove is in the air,
Invigorating.
It is as much a part of the September sky
As the colors on the wind.
There is a stillness in the air,
Punctuated by the cries of a few lonely birds.
I look to the sky,
Clear blue, like your eyes.
I feel lost, lonely-
I am in this dream,
But you are not.
I am leaving, I know,
Leaving behind a connection of the heart
That I once was unaware of.
I am alone, September Sky.
poem by James Grengs
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September Blue
Your head spins round on a monday
And the daylight's in your eyes
How you laughed and cursed tomorrow
Now he's standing by your side
You touched the stars at midnight
The whole world seem to shout 'hello'
Now your throat is tired and heavy
And only one can go
I'll be all right though i may cry
The tears that flow they always dry
It's just that i would rather be with you now
And every time i see that star
I will say a prayer for you
Now and forever september blue
I'll be all right though i may cry
The tears that flow they always dry
It's just that i would rather be with you now
And every time i see that star
I will say a prayer for you
Now and forever september blue
'cos i'll always love you
September blue
song performed by by Chris Rea
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September 11
September 11 an ordinary day, wake up to the sound of the alarm.
A husband says goodbye to a wife, a wife says goodbye to husband. A dad says goodbye to his kids, a mother says goodbye to her kids, heading to their final destinations not realising that will be goodbye for ever.
A man, a woman arrives at the towers of doom. To them another tuesday just like every other tuesday, filling out paperworks, answering phones not knowing their lives were about to be deprived from them.
The simple joy of existing, not being able to feel the warmt of the
summer breeze, the touch of a loved one, the sweet songs of the birds,
the beauty of the sunset or all such wonders which we take for granted. Then suddenly BOOM, all those simple joys were gone along with the victims, no heroes of september 11, although gone they will never be forgetten, because they still exist through the hearts of their loved ones.
Dedicated to the Victims/Heroes of September 11
poem by Chrispin Johnson
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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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A Fun of September!
End of summer
And beginning of winter
Is September!
Sand melting heat
And sand wetting rain
Occur in September!
Full grown fruits
And fully blossomed flowers
You see in September!
Heat in the morning
And rain in evening and night
Town gets in September!
Summer holiday ends
And all festivals begin now on
From September on!
September begins
Fast pace of the year ever
With all festivals!
They being Ganesh Chadurthi,
Navrathri, Diwali, Christmas,
New Year and Pongal are...!
Time moves fast
As no boredom ever shows
Head from September!
Fun of September
Starts Autumn, Rain and Winter
All in one....!
poem by Ramesh T A
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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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September Changes
September is like no other
It's days change color and weather
No other month can say quite the same
For every day, I can feel the change
It's cool breezes start out warm,
Changing to cold throughout every storm
The leaves change and fall
As the Summer leaves and Autumn kisses us all
September maidens feel the change
Like the blue of the sky
Yet the color so deep
Unbelievable beauty
Maidens fall throughout and watch
Each raindropp changing through colors so fast
Yet one streak remains the same
Of that wonderful sapphire rain.
September, unlike any other
Holds you tight, in any weather.
Changes come, no matter where you go
North and you'll get stormy snow
South and feel the heat of summer coming
September does this, no matter what.
Change lives within, Nothing to stop
September is beautiful
And awesome all the same
It's hope for the future and the change
Comes swiftly as we sweep away
The Summer ends and the Autumn begins
Change is all around
With one maiden leaving
And yet, another comes
Born into the world
Of wonderful September
The sapphire skies live on
Through out this wonderful September
poem by Jessica Millsaps
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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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September Eleven Two Thousand One
Our gracious God gave us a beautiful day
with a sky of endless blue
No clouds to be seen
A day of possibilites
love and serenity
with peace for all mankind
A most beautiful extraordinary day
September eleven two thousand one
With a devious plan
Chaos the perpetual enemy
came from a far land
Filled with jealousy
Filled with animosity
He came to our land of liberty
North Carolina Texas Alaska
The land of milk and honey
Home of the free and the brave
New York, California Tennessee
With a vengenance
In a mad crazed frenzy
He broke the hour glass
Poured out the sands of time
He threw the lightning bolts
Committed a heinous crime
In an instant Our great nation
fell to its knees
Stunned into disbelief
Lives turned upside down
A great voice in the clouds
Heard around the world
Cried out 'Lets Roll'
Chaos had no more lightning bolts
But had taken his toll
Our gracious God was there
His heart was broken
For what he had seen
He opened his arms and welcomed
Our people to Heaven
On this beautiful September eleven
poem by Rachel Nichols
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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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(Love) September Girl
All I want to breathe is your hair,
The mocha delight of the skin that you wear.
I want you to be the light on the dark side of me,
The sun rays upon my snow
And the blue jays that soar free.
The light that flickers in my iris is for you,
The smile curved on lips,
The blush on my cheek, that gentle hue
Is for no one but you.
I want the sonata of your voice
To lull me to sleep each night,
To the moonlit river to tomorrow, awakening to your celestial sight.
The September wind being as gentle as the kisses we share,
September skies that I will paint for you each year.
You are my lily pads in the reflection of the lake,
September waters from my moonlit river,
Dawning of a September wake.
My firelight circle of hope
Emanating in embers alit in the September rain.
My September carousel of white horses keeps turning,
All my soul within me burning
For you.
My sainted angel for whom angels give envy.
Flirt and flutter around my September moon.
I'm sick of the other months in this world,
So flirt and flutter to me soon,
My September girl.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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A September Day
A thing of such great beauty to behold
The wattles resplendent in their blooms of gold
The first week of September and Spring is in the air
And in the green park daisies bloom everywhere,
On a day like this 'tis good to be alive
To start your car and go off on a drive
So great to live to see another Spring
To hear the nesting wild birds chirp and sing,
Were i a poet i would write a simple lay
For to celebrate this beautiful Spring day
To celebrate the beauty i can see
Where the Goddess of Spring has spread her greenery
And the wattles laden in their golden flowers
Look resplendent in these mild September hours.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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The Old Man's Saddest Story
We sat about the fireplace listening to the old man's tales
Of the youthful years of life he spent in lovely Alder Vale
He told some happy stories but he told some sad one's too
And the saddest story that he told I will relate to you.
'Twas the story of young Joaney Ryan who died whilst in her prime
When the fruits were ripe for picking in September's harvest time
She died at twenty three years old the valley beauty queen
And a fairer maid since her time the old man has not seen.
She was the most beautiful maid the old man ever knew
With sheeny hair of raven black and sparkling eyes of blue
Yet for all of her splendid beauty she did not show conceit
A better mannered girl than her no man could wish to meet.
Beauty it can take a woman quite a long, long way
But beauty quickly withers like the flowers that bloom in May,
You cannot judge a woman by her beauty or her dress
You can only judge a woman by the manner she possess.
He must have loved this lovely maid he must have loved her so
Who died in September forty six years ago
For as he told her story a tear showed in each eye
And it seemed quite clear to all of us that he was near to cry.
She died in a hospital this lady like woman
From Leuchaemia a disease that greatly curtail life's span
On the tenth day of September her remains were put to earth
Twenty three years and thirty six days from the day of her birth.
In each human's life story there is some share of woe
And the old man's saddest thoughts are of a maid he used to know
Who died of Leuchaemia whilst only in her prime
When the fruits were ripe for picking in September's harvest time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Chance Meeting At The Tarantula
Hey, dont I know you from somewhere
Yeah, it was down in new orleans
In one of those back-street bars in the quarter
Between desire and honalee
You were dancin with a friend of michaels
I remember how we met
You were talkin to ol jimmy
And you lit my cigarette
Chorus:
How come you cant remember?
This is me youre talkin to
From may through september
It was all about me n you, baby
It was all about me n you
Well it looks like to me
That you have conveniently forgotten everything
This confusion that has surrounded you
Is this your morality and not your brain
Youve got a birthmark below your navel
You wear a size seven and a half shoe
You got this rolex watch that I suspect you cobbed
From that doctor who said he loved you
Chorus:
How come you cant remember?
This is me youre talkin to
From may through september
It was all about me n you, baby
It was all about me n you
Well you told me that you lived in the wind
Like a bird who never touched the ground
And if you did you would surely die without making a sound
Live, lets live, thats all you kept sayin
And our summer was full of life
Were gonna send them a postcard, and show em what its like to be alive
But I never wanted to leave your side
No, I just couldnt believe that youd lie
No, I never wanted to say good-bye baby
Chorus:
How come you cant remember?
This is me youre talkin to
From may through september
It was all about me n you, baby
It was all about me n you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Lying Blue Eyes
I look into your blue eyes
and I know that right away
they are lying again.
They say things like I will be true,
but I know what they say is untrue.
I know just what they say
those lying eyes of blue
when with your mouth you whisper I love you.
Your blue eyes betray you
saying you are just saying it
and none of its true.
I am confused near you;
the words you whisper in my ear
are denied by your eyes of blue.
If I question you about it
you say your eyes are lying again,
but the eye are the window
to your troubled soul,
but do they always lie
when you say the words I want to hear,
are they telling me not to trust you.
Are those lying blue eyes
not lying at all,
only time will tell?
29 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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