St. Patrick's Day
Here, comes the cold.
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own.
You...enter you.
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blue.
Who knows, what will be?
But I'll make you this guarantee...
No way November will see our goodbyes
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
In the dark, on the phone,
You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors...I'm learning you.
And when, it snows again
We'll take a walk outside
And search the sky, like children do (I'll say to you..)
No way November will see our goodbyes
When it comes to December it's obvious why.
No one wants to be alone at Chrismas time.
Come January, we're frozen inside.
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February won't you be my valentine?
And we'll both be safe till St. Patrick's day.
We should take a ride tonight around the town
And look around at all the beautiful houses.
Something in the way the blue light's on the black night
Can make you feel more
Everybody it seems to be,
Just wants to be, just like you and me
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times.
February won't you be my valentine?
And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday, take that away
I'll be alright...if it was just till St. Patrick's Day.
song performed by by John Mayer
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St Patrick's Day (live)
Here, comes the cold.
Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own.
You...enter you.
Your cheeks a shade of pink
And the rest of you in powder blue.
Who knows, what will be?
But I'll make you this guarantee...
No way November will see our goodbyes
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
In the dark, on the phone,
You tell me the names of your brothers
And your favorite colors...I'm learning you.
And when, it snows again
We'll take a walk outside
And search the sky, like children do (I'll say to you..)
No way November will see our goodbyes
When it comes to December it's obvious why.
No one wants to be alone at Chrismas time.
Come January, we're frozen inside.
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February won't you be my valentine?
And we'll both be safe till St. Patrick's day.
We should take a ride tonight around the town
And look around at all the beautiful houses.
Something in the way the blue light's on the black night
Can make you feel more
Everybody it seems to be,
Just wants to be, just like you and me
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
Come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times.
February won't you be my valentine?
And if our always is all that we gave
And we someday, take that away
I'll be alright...if it was just till St. Patrick's Day
song performed by by John Mayer
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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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When New Year Comes
When New Year Comes
Everybody Shivers
In the month of January
Which is cold and Airy
In February winter get’s Weary
Prepares for Leaving
Paving way for spring to come
In the month of March
Flowers loom Large
April comes
Summer knocks on the Door
When May comes,
Sun Brightens
Mangoes ripe and Juicy
Long hot days
Make June very tiring
Holidays for Children
All wait for Rain
Monsoon at its Peak
When July arrives
Rain brings Smile
August is the month of Freedom
Sometimes sticky sometimes Hot
In September one feels
Better then August
We call it Autumn
One see’s Flowers
Which are colourful and Rosy
October is the festival Month
Weather is good
Winter getting Ready
November makes everybody Happy
Everybody enjoys
Lights of Deepawali(Festival of Light)
In the Cold month of December
Christmas celebrated
Throughout the the World
Everybody says goodbye to the year
Welcomes New Year
On the night of 31’st December
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seven-Month-Long Lane
From October to May
All in all it's been okay.
From October to November
It was like pure bliss.
From November to December
I just wore my silly simper.
December to the next month,
Then came thoughts about a kiss.
From January to February
We were both beneficiary.
February to March
I felt a little out of place.
From March to April
I just held up the anvil
After April came May,
The final stage of our decay...
(One thing after another)
An uncomfortable place.
(I had to make it alright again.)
Today is the first full day
With these old, new shoes on.
Pardon my pout;
They're a little bit tight.
I'm trusting God to keep me,
To pardon my doubt,
Help me get back in these old, new shoes.
From October to May,
All in all I can't complain.
(May 18,2009; the day after the breakup. For Lane, thank you for the past seven months. Like I said, all in all it was great! You were so wonderful to me all the way and I thank you for understanding me & being among the best of my friends. I love you.)
poem by Chanlin Boyd Cox
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If We Make It Through December
If we make it through December
Everything's gonna be all right I know
It's the coldest time of winter
And I shiver when I see the falling snow
If we make it through December
Got plans to be in a warmer town
Come summer time
Maybe even California
If we make it through December
We'll be fine
Got laid off down at the factory
And their timing's not the greatest
In the world
Heaven knows I've been working hard
Wanted Christmas to be right
For daddy's girl
I don't mean to hate December
It's meant to be the happy time of year
And my little girl don't understand
Why daddy can't afford no Christmas here
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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The Shy Christmas Tree And The Hundred Fairy Lights
Now the Christmas tree sits shyly
In the corner of the room,
Like a shining beam of brightness
In the dismal winter gloom,
All aglow with tiny twinkles
Of a hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
Shiny tinsel shimmers sparkling,
Twined around like silver string,
While the multicoloured baubles
Turn around and gently swing,
All reflecting light and glitter
From the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
Stuck tight to the top’s a fairy
In her ballerina dress;
As to what she might be thinking
You will have to try and guess:
Is she looking on with longing
At the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights?
There are presents for the grown-ups
Underneath the Christmas tree
But there’s nothing for the children
Who will have to wait and see
What old Santa has got for them
While the hundred fairy lights
Dance around shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
He will go collect his reindeer
And pack presents on his sleigh
And then fly among the moonbeams,
Just before it’s Christmas day,
Guided by the twinkling starshine
Bright as all those fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
He will wait until each infant
Is tucked up so tight asleep,
For they mustn’t ever catch him
And they mustn’t ever peep
Till he vanishes in stardust
Glittering bright as fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
And then, when it’s Christmas morning,
At the bottom of each bed
There will be a pile of presents
For each smiling, happy head
That sees toys and gifts, as welcome
As the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
And they’ll hurry down the staircase
For their breakfast and they’ll see
That the Christmas tree is smiling,
Joining in with all their glee
As it shakes, with happy laughter,
All its hundred fairy lights
Which dance round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
But the Christmas tree grows sadder,
For the next twelve days will fly
And then Christmas will be over
And it’s time to say goodbye,
Though it’s thankful for the friendship
Of the hundred fairy lights
Which danced round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.
But one of its relations,
In a forest, far away,
Waits, in keen anticipation,
For next year’s Christmas day
When it stands, proud, in the corner
With a hundred fairy lights
To dance round brave, waving branches
In the dark December nights.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Someday At Christmas
Someday at Christmas
Men won't be boys
Playing with balms
Like kids play with toys
One warm December
All hearts will see
A world where men are free
Someday at Christmas
They'll be no wars
When we have learned
What Christmas is for
When we have learned
What life's really worth
They'll be peace on Earth
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas
We'll see a land
With no hungry children
And no empty hands
One happy morning
People will share
A world where people care
Someday at Christmas
They'll be no more tears
Where all men are equal
And no man has fears
One shinning morning
We're on our way from today
But Someday at Christmas time
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas
Men will not care
Hate will be gone
And love will prevail
Someday a new world that we can start
With hope in every heart
Someday all are dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas time
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 221
January is too soon here
A damp and cold start to the year
February follows on
With snow and ice that’s seldom gone
March appears next in line
And down comes rain all the time
April showers now are due
Lasting the whole month through
May and showers still persist
Bringing frost and fog and mist
June gets hot, insanely so
Everyone’s red and aglow
July bring chills mixed with hot
You’re never sure just what you’ve got
August the sun is up and bold
But the wind still keeps it cold
September the drizzle and ice is back
Keeping up a relentless attack
October’s colder so I hide
With a hot drink and stay inside
November sees your breath in the air
And colds and sneezes everywhere
December’s cold but brings some cheer
Then bloody January’s here
poem by Flying Lemming
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Cheery Year
January is too soon here
A damp and cold start to the year
February follows on
With snow and ice that’s seldom gone
March appears next in line
And down comes rain all the time
April showers now are due
Lasting the whole month through
May and showers still persist
Bringing frost and fog and mist
June gets hot, insanely so
Everyone’s red and aglow
July bring chills mixed with hot
You’re never sure just what you’ve got
August the sun is up and bold
But the wind still keeps it cold
September the drizzle and ice is back
Keeping up a relentless attack
October’s colder so I hide
With a hot drink and stay inside
November sees your breath in the air
And colds and sneezes everywhere
December’s cold but brings some cheer
Then bloody January’s here
poem by Flying Lemming
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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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At Valentine, Forever and Even After Now
My love, my life; my wife, my dear valentine
I feel my heartbeat as I write you this lines
My stars above, my blue skies, my valentine
My soul is merged in yours knowing you're mine
At Valentine, forever and even after now
Let's hold on tight, strongly to the night
And make it stay forever with all our might
For Valentine comes again but after a long while
So as I drive home tonight through the miles
The thoughts of you'll fill my heart somehow
My love, my life; my wife, my dear valentine
As long as there's moonlight and the sunshine
We'll always be not only on the fourteenth of February
'Cos your beautiful face reminiscent of a lovely memory
Wins my love at Valentine, forever and even after now
poem by Emmanuel Emesakoru
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When Its My My Time To Lie Down
When its my time to lay down and rest
no box do I want to lay please dry your
tears my family dear I wont stay gone
for long, I'll come to you each year I'll
I'll come to you in my favorite time
of year and place
Look for me when the trees and houses
look like a white frosted wedding cake
look for me in that first Christmas Snow.
Each year you'll know its me I'll be that
first Christmas wind that blows upon
your face.
Remember this is my favorite time
and place look out on Christmas
night and I'll be in your sight.
see the glimmer upon the new
Christmas snow it will be me
smiling back to you,
Lay down and make Christmas
Snow Angels for then I'll be able
to touch you for you I love so much..
I'll be back next year at the same
time.
GAYLE ANNE GOFF
DECEMBER 2008
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Miss You Most
- M. Carey - W. Afanasieff -
The fire is burning
The room's all aglow
Outside the December wind blows
Away in the distance the carolers sing in the snow
Everybody's laughing
The world is celebrating
And everyone's so happy
Except for me tonight
Because I miss you
Most at Christmas time
And I can't get you
Get you off my mind
Every other season comes along
And I'm all right
But then I miss you, most at Christmas time
I gaze out the window
This cold winter's night
At all of the twinkling lights
Alone in the darkness
Remembering when you were mine
Everybody's smiling
The whole world is rejoicing
And everyone's embracing
Except for you and I
Baby I miss you
Most at Christmas time
And I can't get you
Get you off my mind
Every other season comes along
And I'm all right
But then I miss you, most at Christmas time
In the springtime those memories start to fade
With the April rain
Through the summer days
Till autumn's leaves are gone
I get by without you
Till the snow begins to fall
And then I miss you
Most at Christmas time
And I can't get you
Get you off my mind
Every other season comes along
And I'm all right...
But then I miss you, most at Christmas time
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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November chillness
November chillness
As the cold wind flows in
her memories enters mind.
Thinking of her, enjoying this crazy love
freezes the november chillness.
Body is somewhere and mind is somewhere
mind not responding to november chillness
is frozen by her memories.
the slow speech of her, the elegant looks
ha frozen my mind
hey akasha mallige, i stare at you and wait for january
to see you in full bloom.
I don't know when is my january
but enjoy her memories freezing my mind.
As the cold wind of november flows,
memories of her fragrance and
the sweetness in her voice makes
mind foolish in this love.
hey akasha mallige when is my january?
(pem written on november)
(akasha mallige is a jasmine)
poem by Venkatesh Nagaraj
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You sweat out the free agent thing in November then you make the trades in December. Then you struggle to sign the guys left in January and in February I get down to sewing all the new numbers on the uniforms.
quote by Whitey Herzog
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In January
i could walk carefree
in tokyo streets and lanes
in october, november and early december
in my T-Shirt treating it as spring but not january
when the temperature would suddenly take a dip
like an olympic swimmer with fiery ambition
plunging into the pool
the chill bites into the most sensitive parts
near the chest, setting the bodice trembling,
teeth hitting each other the way dad shunts his soroban beads
shaking like the winter breeze on and off, on and off
throughout the lanes and streets
laughters, songs trail the ears
on and off, on and off as the izakaya door
opens to either welcome or sends off some customers
the cold and loneliness of the streets
make these drinking houses
feel like a happy family where children and parents
crowd together for their nightly fun
january in tokyo could either be warm or cold
for lovers to cling closer to each other in their walk
for tired managers to go for atsukan to warm up their nerves
for the homeless, everything feels so colder than they should be
their hearts take a dip each time they hear laughter and songs
from the izakaya
inspired by
In January
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night
is lit, or so it seems to us:
this Vietnamese café, with its oily light,
its odors whose colorful shapes are like flowers.
Laughter and talking, the tick of chopsticks.
Beyond the glass, the wintry city
creaks like an ancient wooden bridge.
A great wind rushes under all of us.
The bigger the window, the more it trembles.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Four Times A Lady
Come on baby,
Well I got a little story,
Hey yeh,
Tell me are you with me,
Tell me are you with me,
Sing it,
Hey yeh,
Sing it sing it for me,
Hey yeh owhhh,
Tell me tell me baby,
All up in the crib on a Friday night,
Friday night,
Me and my guys looking oh so tight,
Oh so tight,
Bounce from the crib to the car,
From the car all the way to the bar,
Gotta wonder where you are,
Always loved you from afar,
Hope that,
Wait a minute there she is all up at the back,
Girl I really wanna come and get with you tonight,
Alright alright,
Owh girl you look so fine,
And I want you to be mine,
Well I had nothing to lose,
Thought I'd make my move,
Getting close to you is all I wanna do oh,
I can remember so clearly,
Trying to catch your eye,
You didn't notice me,
So Maybe,
Nows as good a time as ever,
Yeh,
So I asked her if she'd mind,
Could we share a little time,
Told me that would be just fine,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Now she calls me up on the phone nearly everynight,
Just to make sure that i'm not feeling lonely,
Yeh,
She'd even come around telling me how she was feeling uptight,
Yeh,
Just so she could hold me,
So I said that take it all in for a minute,
She's the kinda girl you wanna have around who's all up in it,
Shes my everything,
Takes good care of me,
And she's all the things a girl's supposed to be,
Yeh,
I can't imagine living without you,
I love you,
Yes I do,
Never knew my dreams would all come true,
When I stopped to talk to you,
Saw you out with your girlfriends,
Thought she's so damn fine,
How I wish that she could be mine,
But everytime I saw her,
She'd always pass me by,
Never could catch her eye,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet love with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Now I must admit,
Since you came into my life,
Like a fairytale you made my world complete,
Ohhhh baby,
Well I feel you baby,
And the things you do,
Cos your everything more than a girls supposed to be,
And I really mean it baby,
And I want you to know,
Couldn't believe I had her by my side,
Who'd ever thought she'd end up in my ride,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady,
Spinning around till the morning light,
Gonna be making sweet love with her all through the night,
Straight to the top,
Girl you really make me hot,
Cos your just four times a lady (x2)
Your four times a lady,
Yes your are baby,
Your four,
Your four times a lady,
Oh yeh babe,
Oh yeh eh yehh,
When you said to me inside you felt the same
song performed by by Craig David
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St Charles? .
St Valentine!
the Saint of love
makes me wonder why
surely he was celibate
and not that kind of guy
I'd rather see somebody there
who had a hundred kids
or at least could sing about it
like Barry White once did
or some romatic poet
who had given everything
I'll put my name down on the list
and step into the ring
you could make love on my birthday
it's a more convienent time
June the second's warmer
than the date of Valentine
then children would be born in March
the breaking of the Spring
and not in dark November
when the birds don't even sing
and my surnames more romantic
an anagram of note
if you rearrange the letters
you will see it's Romeo
but now I'll leave it up to you
to have a little think
is Valentine romantic?
or am I just wasting ink? .
poem by Charles M. Moore
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The Poor Man's Christmas
Mistletoe hang from the ceiling
And somehow it gets me to feeling
That the Season of Christmas is here
A time of enjoyment and cheer.
At Christmas most people feel fine
And generally have a good time
On turkey and pudding they dine
And wash it all down with red wine.
The old man spends Christmas alone
A cold, dreary shack for a home
His sole comfort on Christmas Night
A solitary candle-light.
In Christmas there isn't much cheer
If you haven't the price of a beer
With scarce little money to spend
And no one you can call a friend.
Christmas bring this man no joy
It always seem to pass him by
To this man each day is the same
He care not if Christmas never came.
This poor man unhealthy and weak
Has to live on one hundred and eighty dollars a week
Has to struggle for to make ends meet
To buy shoes, clothes and enough food for to eat.
He looks to the coming New Year
In hopeless dejection and fear,
Fear that the harsh Winter cold
Will take toll on one frail and old.
poem by Francis Duggan
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