Come away with me
Enjoy April's wantonness
Away from stealthy eyes
Rush the oncoming breezes
Endure the sting on your face
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Wait/ Don't Rush
WAIT-
Wait -
Don’t rush-
No one is waiting for you anywhere-
The whole day is yours-
Drink your coffee slowly-
Be conscious of the taste of the food-
Enjoy it slowly
Enjoy the freshness of the morning
The sun the good weather
Don’t rush
Nothing you do today
Will change much of anything-
Don’t rush-
You are an old man now
Try try
To enjoy a bit of it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Left can't be left without right
Often I take a vacation
Where drive is on the right
I weave an alphabet of roads there
I enjoy the scenery
When I am at this place
It is ok to spill!
I am passionate, impulsive and a little bit wreck less
Then it's back to work
And have left it all behind
Sometimes order and organisation are necessary
But the temptation is
To get out and walk
On the right
And face the oncoming
poem by Stevie Taite
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Ebb Tide
Ebb Tide
First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more
So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide?
At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel
You are love, you are real
Really mine in the rain
In the dark, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web of your arms
The Righteous Brothers
song performed by by Erasure
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Snow in April
If you must slight me, let it be the touch
That snow in April, falling soft and white
Gives to the blossoms delicate and light,
So I don’t suffer, it won’t harm me much.
If you must spite me, let it be as quick
As snow in April falling, not to last.
Lies just one moment then, like mist is past,
So it won’t sting me; I won’t feel the prick.
If you must fight me, let the tender blows
Like snow in April, make no lasting mark
As soft, spring sunshine, on the grassy park,
Brings green renewal. But yet April snows
Can still surprise me, stir me from my rest
For snow is April’s chill, unwelcome guest.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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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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Sting Me
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
Put your good foot forward
No need for heroics i just want you to show it
Now's the time to shine
Your independence is a half ass deliverance
The train left the station
The recognition of the same old condition
Your symptoms showing through
Well regardless of the truth
You still act so aloof
In the face of your judge & jury
You have the nerve to say not guilty
But can you sting me
Can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
Look at what money can buy
Sons & daughters better open your eyes
Tell me what you're seeing
This submission is a tired tradition
It's everyone's sacrifice
Well believe you me
I've got nothing up my sleeve
Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
Yes i'm young and don't like getting older
Yeah but can you sting me
Can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones
Come on my sweet little thing
What new things can you show me today
I got one question
I believe it's subjective
What is a wasp without her sting?
I don't want to sound bitter
Yeah you touch me just like murder
Living ain't so easy
When all i want from you is to sting me
Can you sting me
song performed by by Black Crowes
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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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That Depends On the Enlightenment of Your Consciousness
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?
You seem to prefer your suffering done,
With a full voicing of complaint.
You seem to have awaited,
The moment of its infliction.
Then you began...
A whining without constraint!
How much more pain can you endure?
How much more would you like?
When did you decide,
That an enduring of it...
Brought to you more dignity?
And enhanced your pride in others' eyes?
How much more pain can you endure?
You seem to enjoy it with cocktails.
Or at least with others,
Who feel their afflictions...
Increases a degree of a perceived patriotism!
And of course...
No end appears in sight for your noble sacrifice.
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
But I am sure,
When you begin to hold yourself accountable for it...
You will awaken to discover,
The foolishness of your decision.
And those you believed had your best interests...
Kept you in pain to obtain their own gains!
And how much of their gain,
Can you endure at your expense?
That depends on the enlightenment of your consciousness.
And your willingness to seek some answers,
When you have been detoxed from your addiction!
Without the need to martyr or bleed away,
Your right to a peace of mind...
That has obviously become no one's concern!
And this is a lesson,
You aren't the only one...
That has to learn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Well-Worn Story
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.
Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.
In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Albert's Dry Bones
My ship reached your lush and comforting shore,
But my flesh had no more left than dry bones.
And these bones could remember no more
The warm breezes that now gave unheard moans.
But GOD can make these dry bones live,
As Ezekiel saw in Babylon one airy day.
And my dry bones seek for GOD to give
A body divine in which they desire to stay,
And roam the mountains that cool the air,
Collecting fruit so lavish and so ripe.
With clear eyes to enjoy a view lovely and fair,
I inhabit a world of freshness and beauty of every type.
So dry bones no more, by Omnipotence’s grace,
Nature’s bliss I now see well face to face.
BIBLE REF. – Phil.3: 9-13 and also Psa.34: 20
poem by Albert Price
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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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Lady April
This day…awoke April
In a terrible mood
If months had bad hair days
Then this one certainly could
This day dawned early
With cold and grouchy demeanor
Obviously having awakened
On the wrong side of her bed
With un-April like winds
That sliced like a knife
And had all the bad manners
Of moody March instead
I like to ascribe to the months
Their own personalities and ways
From the surreal colors of September
To the mild, merry manners of May
But I also respect, and know when to stay
Inside, cozy, warm
and totally out of her way
When lady April is having a bad ‘air day'
I know that the morrow will likely dawn warm and showery
She'll dawn with a yawn and ne'er admit
That she's e'en the slightest bit sorry
April's snits, as you know, ne'er last very long
She beckons us out to warm breezes
To tease us, (and a few sneezes maybe)
And just like the lady she is, and pleases to be
Will never admit she was wrong
poem by David Whalen
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Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
poem by Ogden Nash
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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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Rx Queen
I wont stop following you
Now help me pray for
The death of everything new
Then well fly farther
cause your my girl and thats alright
If you sting me, I wont mind
Well stop to rest on the moon
Well make a fire
Ill steal a carcass for you
Then feed off the virus
Cause your my girl and thats alright
If you sting me, I wont mind
Cause your my girl and thats alright
If you sting me, I wont mind
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
I see a red light in june
And I hear crying
You turn newborn baby blue
Now were all the virus
Your my girl and thats alright
If you sting me, I wont mind
Cause your my girl and thats alright
If you sting me, I wont mind
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting
Now lookout
Lookout now
Lookout - sting...
Sting...
Lookout now, lookout now
Lookout now, lookout now...stay
Lookout now, lookout now
Lookout now, lookout now
Lookout now, lookout now
Lookout now, lookout now...stay
Lookout now, lookout now
Lookout now, lookout now
song performed by by Deftones
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Thank My Farther For His Honesty
Thank my farther for his honesty,
My mother for her stealth.
Thank my farther for my modesty.
But my mother for my wealth
Though the bread winner stood in the other corner
People are pigs. And for life to be in my favour
I've lied, I've cheated, I've used my mothers eyes
Stealthy eyes that think that guide,
That know when to lie and when to crush
When to push beyond my pride
When to fight
When to fight back
When to hide
I've bittern and chewed at most of man
Taken a slice, had a bite, that was nice
Now for the next cake to take my taste
It is stealth that humans need.
But humans are not stealthy
Only the rich
Beware of the wealthy.
poem by Peggy Pollock
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Warm, Balmy And Gentle Breezes
Warm breezes glide across an open space,
with such invisible grace,
as if they were off on a chase,
wafting softly against my face,
with urgency to win an endless race.
Balmy breezes flow between large dense trees,
with such a veritable ease,
and one can tell, they do as they please,
tickling the feet, the legs and knees,
with urgency there’s a longing to tease.
Gentle breezes pass smoothly on their way,
with such a persistence, they play,
for to them it’s just another day,
they cannot stop and cannot stay,
with urgency they ruffle the rosebay.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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When April Comes!
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise,--
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!
When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear--
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes!
When April comes, the world so wise and old,
Will half forget that it is worn and grey;
Winter will seem but as a tale long told--
Its bitter winds with all its frost and cold
Will be the by-gone things of yesterday,
When April comes!
poem by Virna Sheard
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Laughing Rose
If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.
If I were merry April now,
How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
Of her vermillion flowers.
Since she will laugh in April's face
No matter how he rains or blows --
Then O that I wild April were,
To play with laughing Rose.
poem by William Henry Davies
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A random morning~not a poem
How many people like what they see in a mirror? How many times do we strike a pose there trying to look better? The best changes are brought by a straight posture and a smile. See? Look how different you are. All the things you hate at yourself are not so hideous as before, now you learn to live with your big nose those new wrinkles or freckles or rebellious hair or wide cheeks or whatever else is. A light, it comes from the inside. Close your eyes, smiling. Let Kindness grow, to cover all of your skin. All of you. Think of a rose. It has a lot of beauty but also thorns. Try not to sting with your thorns but enchant with the beauty of your smile. After you've done that in the mirror, and within yourself, you are ready to face your day. Good Morning! Chin up, keep your smile, feel free to face the world trying to have a happy day! No matter what, no matter how the day ends the least, this morning, I have tried, right?
April,2012 Elena
poem by Elena Sandu
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