The Drowning
Raven haired
With a dark
Complexion,
Small for her age,
A bit tom- boyish
But well liked.
With two friends
She left for
The woods
After tea time,
It being July-
A hot summer.
Later upon leaving
The cinema
With some friends
I sensed something
Was wrong as I
Approached home.
At the fluke hole
Apparently she had
Lost her footing,
Fell in, and although
A swimmer the depth
Took her.
Fourteen years before
From the waters of a
Womb she swam forth
Birth crying into the arms
Of love....
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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Summer time to have fun
Summer is the fun time when get go swimming
Summer when I was born and took care of
Summer when July 4 comes around
every year
Summer is when you can lay out in sun
Summer is best time at night see
stars out
Summer when all families and friends
go to park with their kids
Summer is good time take animals
for a walk
Summer is good time of the season
plant flowers and stuff
Summer when I meet good friends online
that lives another state then we do
Summer is when I meet good guy to
talk to about anything I want and he lists
to me
Summer is when my birthday comes around
Summer when my mom birthday comes around
Summer is day I went swimming with my best friend
this year
Summer is when Amber birthday is
Summer is time of the year have cook out with friends
and your family.
Summer is good time year to have good time and swimming
and party and just have fun with everyone
poem by Kristina Riggs
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Remember Raven
Aah! ooh!
Aah! ooh!
While youre busy trying to conjure dirt upon me,
Your ponys sucked dry by an african bee.
The muck you rake is not enough to keep your turd at sea,
Remember the raven,
Remember the raven.
While your busy trying to weigh your power,
Your boats getting into fast water.
Lifes going down the river of no return,
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Dont try to be a warden to history,
While trying to find a seat for your posterity.
You better tend your garden for your family.
Remember raven,
Remember raven.
Judas never got the key to heaven, you know.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, remember raven,
Remember raven.
Raven, raven, raven.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Raven, Raven
I took my children to the Zoo.
That was in March of 1993
And there was a sharp wind.
We saw a black
Raven who had stories.
'Are you thirsty, Raven? '
They asked him.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
'Are you hungry, Raven? '
He said: 'Raven, Raven'
'Do you have a family, Raven? '
I asked.
He said: 'Raven, Raven.'
We came back smiling
My children and I.
The children left.
We remained: sharp wind and me.
We went to my apartment:
My memories and I.
Unbearable loneliness.
I went to a pub.
The waiter asked:
'Are you thirsty or hungry?
You are not with your kids tonight? '
I replied: 'RAVEN, RAVEN.'
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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I Am A Raven
I am a raven
Freer than a breeze
Beholding to no one
Doing what I please
I am a raven
Watch me fly
Aeries are for eagles
Not me!
Don’t ask me why
I am a raven
Eating what I please
Sleep anywhere I want
Have no one to appease
I am a raven
You’d better let me by
I’m a bit combative
Might pluck out an eye
I am a raven
Better left alone
Unless inclined to marry
Have ravens of mine own
I am a raven
Feathers black as coal
Robbery my stock in trade
So stay clear
Or I may steal your soul
poem by Ray Lucero
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That lonely raven
There’s that raven
That very lonely raven
Who was born with a wing bigger than the other
He was so sick and tired of it all
The whispers
The snickering
The laughing
He could take no more
He was done now
Done with it all
With every single thing that happened
Day in and day out
In which he had to suffer thru
But not anymore
This lonely raven finally did it
Did what he should’ve done a long time ago
He left that flock
That flock that pulled him farther and farther
Towards the earth
That lonely raven
Who was always different from the others
Left
He left his bullied life
Left those who couldn’t accept his individuality
Left that nightmare in which he had been living
This lonely raven
Who was quite different in his own special ways
Flys away
Flys away alone
Flys away with a sense of peace
A sense of finally calmness
Some birds don’t like to be lonely
But he does
That is until he can find some
That can accept him for him
Accept the inside and not just the outside
poem by Storm Pedersen
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July....
July is the month where the families get the barbeque grills fired up.
July is the month where the night sky is light up with fire works.
July is the month where many families go out of town to be with family.
July is the month where many kids are dreary because it’s a month away for school.
July is the month where America gets to celebrate its independence from England.
July is the month where many people are dying of the heat of the summer.
July is my favorite month because it’s the time that I get to be myself around my family.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Deep Woods
When tender is the night, and the woods are deep
And the only light - as Orion's - piercing the dark,
Gazing a child in his sleep - child whomever he fears
He wishes he has gone, and left him to his sound sleep.
The river near is dark - not even dogs dare to bark -
And it's too far from any park - no wetness, no seep.
A child, who is left to a deathly sleep - still being mild
But the morn is far - too far to being left, way behind.
And Time! Oh Time! How dare you give a child
Endlessly sleep and those woods a languor that's oh so deep?
At dawn when life at woods again is dry,
And no reason is left to stay in the sky,
Orion takes care the child who now eternally sleeps,
The child sees someone - or something - dim:
A light - a palm that caresses him!
poem by Deniz Atay
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How Fast The Year Is Going By
How fast the year is going by!
Love, it will be September soon;
O let us make the best of June.
Already, love, it is July;
The rose and honeysuckle go,
And all too soon will come the snow.
Dark berries take the place of flowers,
Of summer August still remains,
Then sad September with her rains.
O love, how short a year is ours-
So swiftly does the summer fly,
Scarce time is left to say goodbye.
poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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Too Dark
When I was growing up I used to be ashamed of my complexion.
I used to think I was too dark.
My brother was so light he could nearly pass as white. My sister was that cream in the coffee color just like my mother and my father but me I was the midnight child too dark.
Kids used to call me spook and gorilla because of my dark skin. They would say if the lights go out the only way I could be found was to grin. I was too dark.
Too dark is what I thought until I heard James Brown scream “say it loud I’m black and I’m proud.” I also saw the ladies start to smile at me and claim “the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.”
I ‘m now proud of my complexion and no more do I think I’m too dark.
Little Raven
Little raven,
Where did you come from?
Little raven,
With your little black body.
Little raven,
With your long, shinny wings.
Little raven,
In mid flight.
Little raven,
With your frightening caw.
Little raven,
Why are you a sigh of death?
poem by Jameaka Shibles
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Raven Feathers
My heart is as dark as raven feathers
It sores on raven wings
When I'm sad
It falls out of the night sky
When I am down on the ground
I am hurt
Sometimes I can never sore again
My friends always lift me up
But where are they now, I ask?
I've chased them away,
Far, far away,
To where I can never see them,
And soon,
The cat that's eyeing me will come and take me,
For I can never sore again.
poem by Jessica Kissner
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It Was July
I am resurrected, after dying for want of you,
It all came down upon me in sunny July,
Where had you gone, I wish I knew,
That I care no more, should come as no surprise,
I can live without you now,
It's like I never loved you at all,
The numbness seeped in after my death,
It was in July, if you recall,
Things were fine in May and June,
I don't know what I did wrong,
But in July you sang a different tune,
And you left me all alone,
My heart once again belongs to me,
As I look back to last July,
The sunshine once again I see,
No tears to cloud my eyes,
So let me stay as you left me,
I won't even say goodbye,
You're now a fading memory,
But I'll never forget July,
poem by Vallerie Lobell
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Want to feel free
I sit alone in my grave wondering when the raven will say 'It's time for you to appear and see what it's like up here.' please mr.raven before it's to late. I want to be able to feel the breeze on my face. I want to freeze in the winter time. I want to see all the human race. I don't want to sit in my grave and weap. I don't want to see him with anyone else. I want to see his face and I want to feel his embrace. I want to see how he is. I must go and see him before it's to late. Before he is to trapped in a dark hole. I want to run though the field with him. Lay on the ground again. Just to be with him. One last time. Is my only wish so please mr.raven say the magic words and set me free.
Kelly
poem by Kellykel Keller
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Summer into Winter
June stars
January moon
The light dies too quickly
And the dark arrives too soon
April blossom
And august bliss
The frost in the winter
Seals your lips with a kiss
February snow
October trees
When summer dies
So do the leaves
November rain
March flowers
When winter comes
So do dark hours
July sun
September nights
When summer goes to bed
The birds all take flight
December is left
Till the very last
As we look back
At the months just past
poem by Nicola Burkett
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Summer holidays
The greatest time of the year
Summer holidays
Much freedom and a pint of beer
Summer holidays
Just do what you want
There’s no need to pant
Just have some fun with your friends
Summer holidays
You got even time to watch the ants
Summer holidays
Don’t ever dare to think of school
Summer holidays have no rules
Meet friends, have fun or just chill out
Buy milk, go swim or eat an ice upon a roundabout
You understand what they are like?
Summer holidays are the time of your life!
poem by Kevin Deckert
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The Sunny Months
Poets write of May and June,
But seldom mention warm July,
And August is neglected too
Is this because few words will rhyme?
July and August spell out summer
When children play upon the sand,
Away from lessons ~ life is joyful,
Free from teacher's binding hand.
September is a lovely month
Leaves take flight along the lane.
Summer's over, back to lessons
School friends smiling once again.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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The Death of a Raven
As I was taking a tour today
I saw a raven lying dead by the side of a bank
He lay there lone, cold, dead
Nobody to bury, cremate, or carry him away
I felt sad
I felt life is so sudden, so short
A couple of ravens kept circling the dead
They tried to tell me something of the raven dead
But I couldn't understand them
Because I don't know as how to interpret the language of the raven
The raven lay dead by the pavement of the bank
He lay sideways
His feet up
His dead beak closed and dead
I felt a sudden rush of hopelessness, a sudden rush of undefined pain
I didn't stop there to mourn the raven's death
I ran away as fast my legs would pace
The raven is dead
Everything around him goes as usual
Life is a continuous process
Time, tide, space flows on their own pace
Nobody notices the death of the raven
Except me
My soul saddens by the death of the unknown raven
The sky is dark and cloudy
It threatens rain
A few drops dropp here and there to make the scorched ground a little
wet
I cry for the dead raven
Please spare a pray for the dead raven
poem by Ujjol Kamal
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On the Move Again
We'll soon be on the move again
Just like we've done before,
Although it won't be far this time:
We're going to live next door!
It seems we're getting expert
At this removals lark;
We've moved at every time of day
And even after dark.
We're better than professionals
At packing up our stuff;
We know the routine backwards,
Seems we've never had enough.
Four times in just three years
We've flitted with our goods;
We've gone from being urban
To living near the woods.
Yes, like I say, we're moving
Just o'er the neighbours fence;
At least there'll be no van to hire,
So that's ONE less expense.
And boxes are no problem
Because, I have to say,
We've lots left o'er from last time
That we never threw away.
So, out will come the dusters,
The mops and buckets too;
And I'll be hoarse with shouting:
'Is it time to have a brew? '
We'll get the kids to help
By dusting all the dirty places;
But sure as eggs are eggs
The dirt will end up on their faces.
Still, does it really matter?
We'll get there in the end;
We've put the feelers out for help
From family and friends.
We've even had an offer
From good old brother Dave
Who lives two hundred miles away,
He's either mad or brave!
Yes, like I say, we're off AGAIN
Just like I knew we would;
My sister's husband reckons
I've got gypsy in my blood.
But surely, in this better house
We're renting from the 'crown'
We'll spend both long and happy years,
And finally settle down?
Written July 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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My Summer Days <3
Summer breeze blowing the grass around,
whirling my hair in every direction.
Summer sun kissing my face,
Leaving me red, and all sunburned.
Summer warmth hugs me,
Every time I walk out the door.
Summer rain dances with me
Who could ask for anything more?
Summer brings swimming,
And long walks on the beach and in the park.
Summer days leave and bring starry nights
So we can stare into them after dark.
Summer gives me lazy days
To hang out with my friends.
Summer nights bring the crickets,
To sing with when the day ends.
Summer brings yummy sweet tea,
And reading books under the sun,
Summer comes with lots of things,
But most of all, it brings fun for all!
poem by Ashley Meyers
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High Flyer
High flyers, wailing birds
Im so far out to sea
Ships are passing every night
Oh, all my boyish dreams
* and your every melody
With the sea tides tossin free
Never, never holdin back
Rock and rollers drift by
(instrumental)
Turn to summer, goes so fast
Seems Ill never see you
One weekend and a photograph
Oh, all my boyish dreams
* repeat
song performed by by Ufo
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