June Afternoon
Didnt I tell you everything is possible in this dj vu?
Try the river boat, the carousel, feed the pigeons, bar-b-q.
Look at all the people, happy faces all around.
Smiling, throwing kisses, busy making lazy sounds
Its a bright june afternoon, it never gets dark.
Wah-wah! here comes the sun.
Get your green, green tambourine, lets play in the park.
Wah-wah! here comes the sun
Some folks are on blankets, slowly daydreaming
And reaching for their food.
Lets go buy an ice-cream and a magazine with an attitude
And put on a cassette, we can pretend that youre a star
Cos lifes so very simple just like la-la-la
Its a bright june afternoon...
Theres a painter painting his masterpiece.
There are some squirrels jumping in the trees,
Theres a wide-eyed boy with a red balloon.
All my life Ive longed for this afternoon.
song performed by by Roxette
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In Fountain Court
The fountain murmuring of sleep,
A drowsy tune;
The flickering green of leaves that keep
The light of June;
Peace, through a slumbering afternoon,
The peace of June.
A waiting ghost, in the blue sky,
The white curved moon;
June, hushed and breathless, waits, and I
Wait too, with June;
Come, through the lingering afternoon,
Soon, love, come soon.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Bunbury Afternoon
England in the summer is a pretty sight
Flowers in the meadow in the morning light
You know , satisfy the song inside
And the dream is making you care , evrybody smiles
And the dream is taking you there
Theres a little bit of heaven on the village green
And the bunbury eleven that you never see
And they take all comers in the month of june
On a friday , saturday , sunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
They all say it couldnt be real
Shakin their head in wonder
Makin it long drive home
And when the sun and the moment is gone
Breakin that spell were under
We played a part in the heart of a beautiful memory
Theres a baby in a cradle and a wise old man
Young lovers happy to be hand in hand
Evrybody finds their way
They will learn the secret in time
Theres a ring on her finger
And a love that shows
And the bunbury eleven say the rumor goes
They re married in the church in the month of june
On a friday , saturday , sunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
On a friday , saturday , bunbury afternoon
Theres a wind in the willows
When the day is done
People disappearing in the golden sun
You know , evrybody smiles
Theres a little bit of heaven on ....
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Afternoon Tea
Tea time wont be the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I think about that small cafe
Thats where we used to meet each day
And then we used to sit a while
And drink our afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take sugar with tea (afternoon tea)
You take milk if you please (afternoon tea)
Like you talking to me
Because you ease my mind
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Tea time still aint the same without my donna
At night I lie awake and dream of donna
I went to our cafe one day
They said that donna walked away
Youd think at least she might have stayed
To drink her afternoon tea
Ill take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
If you take it with me (afternoon tea)
You take as long as you like
cause I like you, girl
I take afternoon tea (afternoon tea)
Every day of the week (afternoon tea)
Please come along if you like
Because I like you, girl
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba (afternoon tea)
song performed by by Kinks
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When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
while the moon did cling bright white to the heaven,
winking stars appeared in the night
and sweet we were blissful together
when you trusted me, with your body, spirit and soul.
When the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon
I held you in an embrace,
suddenly the evening star did disappear
while I held your hand in mine,
saw the glance in the depths of your eyes
and all the misunderstandings and pain were gone,
when the sun languished slowly in the late afternoon.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Early Works - Smoke Rings
Lazily reading a book
on a Sunday afternoon,
sitting in a comfortable chair
watching smoke ring rise in the air.
Do you know the satisfaction
of a lazy Sunday afternoon,
of the joy of watching children
playing on the floor in the front room?
27 June 1981
poem by David Harris
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In Lavender And Green
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With bells about your feet,
And music in your step,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With sunshine in your eyes,
And springtime in your hair,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With softness in your words,
And healing in your touch,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green?
With your name upon my lips,
And delight within your kiss,
When you come to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
In dreams at midnight’s rest,
Or afternoon’s recline?
Come then to me in lavender and green.
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
At the setting of the sun,
When my days are nearly run?
Still come to me in lavender and green?
Will you come to me in lavender and green,
If I wait at heaven’s door,
As I waited once before,
While you walked to organ’s tune,
On a summer’s afternoon.
Now dressed in springtime hues?
My love, companion, muse,
A vision still I see,
Dressed in lavender and green.
poem by Greg Davidson
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An Afternoon Poem Is Rare
AN AFTERNOON POEM IS RARE
An Afternoon Poem is rare-
Afternoon is long after the first light-
Afternoon is a time of heaviness and quiet
A time of rest-
Afternoon is after the morning work has been done-
Afternoon is the weight of the day-
Afternoon is the time after the day has lost its freshness-
Still there must be afternoon poems-
There must be a beauty that emerges
In its own way,
Perhaps from where lovers meet
Perhaps from ‘ripeness is all’
Perhaps from the anticipation of evening
Perhaps from winter where it is the warmest time of day.
There must be afternoon poems-
Poems that celebrate all that warmth can bring-
Poems of rest poems of sleep-
Poems of waiting to believe
That in the evening
A new day and a new world
Will make life easier again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fingertips
Youre sliding down a dream, o yea. where nights are born in blue, thats the truth. youre swimming in a stream, o yea. fish are jumping too, next to you.
Suddenly you notice someones at the door, you could swear youve been through this all before.
Then she runs her fingertips through your hair. your life has just begun. her fingers, they are everywhere. youre floating light like air, leaving the ground and she shines on just like the sun
Youre gazing at the sky, o my. the stars are out tonight, shining bright. youre waving to a cloud, bye-bye. youre drowning in the smile of his eyes. suddenly you feel theres no time for a de
Ough a voice tells you its for real.
And she runs her fingertips through your hair and life has just begun. her fingers, there and everywhere. youre floating light like air, leaving the ground. she-she shines on just like the sun.
Its just a sunny afternoon. somebodys singing songs of love, child. you love a lazy afternoon once in a while.
song performed by by Roxette
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Your Week End Letter
Lets re-read your week end letter.
Lets spend the afternoon together.
I know that you and I will feel much better
When we can write and talk together.
Here in this week end letter
The outside world has nice weather.
Wish we were together, it would be better
But for now there's no together
So lets re-read your week end letter
Lets spend the afternoon together
poem by Darlene Joy Hilliard
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Walking in the Early Afternoon
When walking in the early afternoon
I think of you and wish you here with me;
The woods are such a lovely place in June,
You would enjoy it, this I guarantee.
Walking down the trails relieves my stress,
The beauty all around envelops me;
If you were here with me I could express
The happiness I feel with you and what I see.
Come take a walk with me some afternoon,
If you can find the time to get away;
The woods are such a lovely place in June,
We’ll savor every step along the way.
poem by Gail Grierson
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Juno Gave the Summer
A sun for hearts – tempered rhythm in her flares;
The naked tan – bikini line a cry for stares;
Gregarious green, beguiled by colours en rapport –
The park’s alive! So what’s to hanker after more?
Children scream while parents dream their fantasies,
Igniting under brilliance –
They think they share resilience to the
Ultraviolet hues;
To lie displayed au naturel
Is what they’d rather choose!
And Helios peers at lovers in their
Heady worlds: vibrant leas to
Roam in hand; calming seas –
Satin sand insensible as
Water runs her ripples cross the
Shore – so like the park, it really
Cries for very little more!
In the garden, roses clamber for attention –
Pouting blooms, wafting scent –
Our floral monarch June’s event!
And fingers green receive the praise
From toiling hard for coloured blaze.
Compelled, I walk the countenance of sunny June
As Mother Nature danced amok in her saloon
Of roaring life, that came of youth in early spring
And nurtured in maternal warmth beneath her wing.
Eyes bedewed, I mellow in a reverie
– Hope renewed –
As Juno saw to suckle me with
Quintessential summer.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
June June June June June June June in summer
Summer for June summer for June summer for June in summer
Summer summer June summer June in summer summer
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Disco
every night is disco night
with you im living every moment for you
seeing things in a different way
of my god im thankful that youre leaving
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, cautions you
you are something new
afternoon
ill make it up to somehow
im laughing and youre dancing like my mother
ill teach you to go off on me
shake, shake from the horror
mirror naked feeling hot
your radio is not store bought but stolen
another night is going out
its saturday and now youve got the fever
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, cautions you
you are something new
afternoon
is there something we can do, this afternoon
is there nothing left to say
oh your love, warning you
and you are so beautiful
youll just have to do
is there nothing left to say
song performed by by Howie Day
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Twentyfour Hours
Morning skies of blue,
morning drops of dew,
some overhead,
some beneath my feet,
They both come into view.
Afternoon sun so bright,
afternoon heat so white,
some on my skin
how I feel it burn.
It makes me welcome the night.
Evening sounds I hear,
evening sounds appear
when all is quiet,
no noise of the day
is there to interfere.
Peaceful dark of night,
peaceful with no light.
Nothing overhead
tucked up in my bed,
I've nothing but dreams in my sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The month of June
In the month of June
I composed a melodic tune
Ahead of time before the clocks struck noon
Later at night I waited to sing it out in full moon
June is the smell of sweet fresh roses
A beautiful rosy sixth month it exposes
And with the sweetness of each day
The sky clouds smile brightful and gay
Good Afternoon, My little summer butterflies
In June we can play where yellow meadows lie
We can observe little rivers flow into lagoons
And the mellifluent wildlife retreat into cocoons
And if love where to blossom it will do so quite soon
Because there is something about the month of June
As the longest daylight hours a year balloon
All marriage hopes are not left marooned
June is a beautiful month to sing
And listen to loud wedding bells ring
In this long awaited summer month
The mood of happiness is all June fronts
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Slumming On Park Avenue
Put on your slumming clothes and get your car
Lets go sightseeing where the high-toned people are
Come on, theres lots of fun in store for you
See how the other half lives on park avenue
Lets go slumming, take me slumming
Lets go slumming on park avenue
Let us hide behind a pair of fancy glasses
And make faces when a member of the classes passes
Lets go smelling where theyre dwelling
Sniffing evrything the way they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why cant we do it too?
Lets go slumming, nose thumbing, on park avenue
[2nd chorus:]
Lets go slumming, take me slumming
Lets go slumming on park avenue
Where the social hearts for broadway lights are throbbing
And they spend their nights in smart cafes hobknobbing, snobbing
Come lets eye them, pass right by them
Looking down our noses as they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why cant we do it too?
Lets go slumming, crumb bumming, on park avenue
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Slumming On Park Avenue
Put on your slumming clothes and get your car
Lets go sightseeing where the high-toned people are
Come on, theres lots of fun in store for you
See how the other half lives on park avenue
Lets go slumming, take me slumming
Lets go slumming on park avenue
Let us hide behind a pair of fancy glasses
And make faces when a member of the classes passes
Lets go smelling where theyre dwelling
Sniffing evrything the way they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why cant we do it too?
Lets go slumming, nose thumbing, on park avenue
[2nd chorus:]
Lets go slumming, take me slumming
Lets go slumming on park avenue
Where the social hearts for broadway lights are throbbing
And they spend their nights in smart cafes hobknobbing, snobbing
Come lets eye them, pass right by them
Looking down our noses as they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why cant we do it too?
Lets go slumming, crumb bumming, on park avenue
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Take Me Back
Ive been walking by the river
Ive been walking down by the water
Ive been walking down by the river
Ive been feeling so sad and blue
Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking,
Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking, Ive been thinking,
Ah theres so much suffering, and its
Too much confusion, too much, too much confusion in the world
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way back, take me way back, take me way back
Take me way back, take me way back, take me way back
Take me way back, take me way back, ah!
Take me way, way, way, way, way, way, way back, huh!
Help me un.....help me understand
Take me, do you remember the time darlin
When everything made more sense in the world (yeah)
Oh I remember, I remember
When life made more sense
Ah, ah, take me back, take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back (woah) to when the world made more sense
Well theres too much suffering and confusion
And Im walking down by the river
Oh, let me understand religion
Way, way back, way back
When you walked, in a green field, in a green meadow
Down an avenue of trees
On a, on a golden summer
And the sky was blue
And you didnt have no worries, you didnt have no care
You were walking in a green field
In a meadow, through the buttercups, in the summertime
And you looked way out over, way out
Way out over the city and the water
And it feels so good, and it feels so good
And you keep on walking
And the music on the radio, and the music on the radio
Has so much soul, has so much soul
And you listen, in the nightime
While were still and quiet
And you look out on the water
And the big ships, and the big boats
Came on sailing by, by, by, by
And you felt so good, and I felt so good
I felt I wanna blow my harmonica
Take me back, there, take me way back there
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way, way, way back, way back
To when, when I understood
When I understood the light, when I understood the light
In the golden afternoon, in the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoon, in the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoon when we sat and listened to sonny boy blow
In the golden afternoon when
We sat and let sonny boy, blow, blow his harp
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me way, way, way, way, way, way, way
Back when i, when I understood, when I understood, yeah
Oh, ah, take me way back, when, when, when, when, when, when
When, when, when, when, when, when, when
I was walking down the
Walking down the street and
It didnt matter
'cause everything felt, everything felt, everything felt
Everything felt, everything felt, everything felt, everything felt
Everything felt, everything felt, everything felt so right, ha
And so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good, ah
Everything felt, so right, and so good
Everything felt, so right, and so good, so good
In the eternal now, in the eternal moment
In the eternal now, in the eternal moment
In the eternal now
Everything felt so good, so good, so good, so good, so good
And so right, so right, so right, just
So good, so right, so right, in the eternal
In the eternal moment, in the eternal moment
In the eternal moment, in the eternal moment
When you lived, when you lived
When you lived, in the light
When you lived in the grace
In the grace, in grace
When you lived in the light
In the light, in the grace
And the blessing.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Peace Tonight
Honey pick the red corner shoes
The ones that hardly ever get used
I knelt in front of my whole collection
And Im picking you a special selection
On a no news is good news middle of mid-year day
I feel no ill with time to kill I wanna play
Lets make peace tonight
(lets make peace tonight)
The moon is bare and shining bright
(moon is shining bright)
Lets make peace tonight in a good time
(lets make peace tonight)
Im callin on my good friends today
You know the drives about an hour away
And well be pitching up a tent by the trees
And well be wading in the river to our knees
Oh now loves been planted and were checking out the yield
Its two black dogs and a white one their running in the field
Lets make peace tonight
(lets make peace tonight)
The moon is bare and shining bright
(moon is shining bright)
Well lets make peace tonight in a good time
(lets make peace tonight)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Well we used to have some money but we spent it
(used to have some money but we spent it)
Yeah so when we want to have it then we rent it
(when we want to have it we rent it)
But were cuttin up the rug and I know you love me love me
(were cuttin up the rug and I know you love me)
And the best of everything here is free
(everything here is free)
Oh when things get messy then we tidy up the room
Well be no stranger to that dustpan and the broom
Lets make peace tonight
(lets make peace tonight)
The moon is bare and shining bright
(moon is shining bright)
Lets make peace tonight
(lets make peace tonight)
The moon is bare and shining bright
(moon is shining bright)
Lets make peace tonight in a good time
(lets make peace tonight)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Prose Poem V
and when she gets home they're painting the shutters green'.
'Green'?
'Yes. Green was her husband's favorite color.He preferred the shutters green. It was the sign she sought'.
'I see', said Eileen, not really thrilled by this example from literature.
'You don't believe it'?
'I have to think about it. It sounds a little hokey.
I tried to appear shocked, but I'm not very good at it.
'I know what you mean', I said simply, remembering my vow.
Eileen looked at her watch. She had a case to shoot. She dismissed me, turned and walked off down the hall, her abrupt departure both relieving and disappointing me. I, too, looked at my watch. The afternoon was early and there was still lots to do.
poem by Robert Dickerson
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Dayton, Ohio - 1903
Sing a song of long ago
When things were green and movin slow
And peopled stop to say hello
Or theyd say hi to you
Would you like to come over for tea
With the missus and me?
Its a real nice way
To spend the day
In dayton, ohio
On a lazy sunday afternoon in 1903
Sing a song of long ago
When things could grow
And days flowed quietly
The air was clean and you could see
And folks were nice to you
Would you like to come over for tea
With the missus and me?
Its a real nice way
To spend the day
In dayton, ohio
On a lazy sunday afternoon in 1903
song performed by by Randy Newman
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