"dairies" poems - Hello Poetry

--To C. M. Fountains that frisk and sprinkle The moss they overspill; Pools that the breezes crinkle; The wheel beside the mill, With its wet, weedy frill; Wind-shadows in the wheat; A water-cart in the street; The fringe of foam that girds An islet's ferneries; A green sky's minor thirds-- To live, I think of these! Of ice and glass the ****** Pellucid, silver-shrill; Peaches without a wrinkle; Cherries and snow at will, From china bowls that fill The senses with a sweet Incuriousness of heat; A melon's dripping sherds; Cream-clotted strawberries; Dusk dairies set with curds-- To live, I think of these! Vale-lily and periwinkle; Wet stone-crop on the sill; The look of leaves a-twinkle With windlets clear and still; The feel of a forest rill That wimples fresh and fleet About one's naked feet; The muzzles of drinking herds; Lush flags and bulrushes; The chirp of rain-bound birds-- To live, I think of these! Envoy Dark aisles, new packs of cards, Mermaidens' tails, cool swards, Dawn dews and starlit seas, White marbles, whiter words-- To live, I think of these!

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William Ernest Henley

Ballade Made In The Hot Weather

--To C. M. Fountains that frisk and sprinkle The moss they overspill; Pools that the breezes crinkle; The wheel beside the mill, With its wet, weedy frill; Wind-shadows in the wheat; A water-cart in the street; The fringe of foam that girds An islet's ferneries; A green sky's minor thirds-- To live, I think of these! Of ice and glass the ****** Pellucid, silver-shrill; Peaches without a wrinkle; Cherries and snow at will, From china bowls that fill The senses with a sweet Incuriousness of heat; A melon's dripping sherds; Cream-clotted strawberries; Dusk dairies set with curds-- To live, I think of these! Vale-lily and periwinkle; Wet stone-crop on the sill; The look of leaves a-twinkle With windlets clear and still; The feel of a forest rill That wimples fresh and fleet About one's naked feet; The muzzles of drinking herds; Lush flags and bulrushes; The chirp of rain-bound birds-- To live, I think of these! Envoy Dark aisles, new packs of cards, Mermaidens' tails, cool swards, Dawn dews and starlit seas, White marbles, whiter words-- To live, I think of these!

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Billie Holiday and Arti Shaw performed together for 2 years touring in a RR both their record companies couldn't get their act right now only two tracks are known Charles Bukowski had a kitchen piled up with Dairies and notebooks but was kicked out of his appartment again Rembrandt van Rhijn made a large scale piece On the first meeting of the Batavians 16th Century City Hall Amsterdam didn't want it Only a 1,5meter piece remains of it in Stockholm Sure, they were ****** so were we But at least they tried

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Apr 1, 2010

Apr 1, 2010 at 11:49 PM UTC

kees-van-citters

So were we

Billie Holiday and Arti Shaw performed together for 2 years touring in a RR both their record companies couldn't get their act right now only two tracks are known Charles Bukowski had a kitchen piled up with Dairies and notebooks but was kicked out of his appartment again Rembrandt van Rhijn made a large scale piece On the first meeting of the Batavians 16th Century City Hall Amsterdam didn't want it Only a 1,5meter piece remains of it in Stockholm Sure, they were ****** so were we But at least they tried

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I should, by all practical matters, quit looking through old photos of when my life was much "simpler." Childhood photos, to be exact. They serve only as a reminder of how old I am, and how much older I soon will be. (Yea, I know, ending a sentence with a prepostion is against the rules of proper penning.) Looking at these pics, I catch myself playing the game of "whatever became of who?" Those other kids on that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, "waaay, waaay" back in the mid to late forties. One, in particular, comes to mind. His name was "Duke" Jones. Perhaps, the most popular "kid" on the block.He was our next-door neighbor. An excellent "fielder" when we played baseball, heck of a fast runner, not much of a hitter. But, he was a lot more than that. For, you see, Duke, was a dog. A Doberman Pinscher, a former guarddog at military installations during the war, and rehabilitated before re-entering civilian life. And, he loved children. Duke knew everyone on the block, knew the postman, the milk deliveryman (yes,there was a time when dairies had milk delivered to your home, but that can be another story), knew which house we lived at, the vehicles our parents drove, he was our protector. If a stranger, such as a door to door salesman, entered his territory, he froze, staring, watching, positioning himself between us and the stranger. If that stranger stepped on to the walk leading to a front door, Duke would start moving, stealthily, instincts, training, taking control. If a strange vehicle entered, he took notice, watched, intently. My mother and father often said, "We have the safest block in the city." Our family had moved to another city in 1951, when we got a letter from Duke's "parents", telling us that Duke had passed away at age 16. Looking at that photo in my hand, Duke hasn't gone anywhere. copyright: richard riddle: 11/02/15

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Nov 2, 2015

Nov 2, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC

richard-riddle

"Whatever Became of.............."

I should, by all practical matters, quit looking through old photos of when my life was much "simpler." Childhood photos, to be exact. They serve only as a reminder of how old I am, and how much older I soon will be. (Yea, I know, ending a sentence with a prepostion is against the rules of proper penning.) Looking at these pics, I catch myself playing the game of "whatever became of who?" Those other kids on that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, "waaay, waaay" back in the mid to late forties. One, in particular, comes to mind. His name was "Duke" Jones. Perhaps, the most popular "kid" on the block.He was our next-door neighbor. An excellent "fielder" when we played baseball, heck of a fast runner, not much of a hitter. But, he was a lot more than that. For, you see, Duke, was a dog. A Doberman Pinscher, a former guarddog at military installations during the war, and rehabilitated before re-entering civilian life. And, he loved children. Duke knew everyone on the block, knew the postman, the milk deliveryman (yes,there was a time when dairies had milk delivered to your home, but that can be another story), knew which house we lived at, the vehicles our parents drove, he was our protector. If a stranger, such as a door to door salesman, entered his territory, he froze, staring, watching, positioning himself between us and the stranger. If that stranger stepped on to the walk leading to a front door, Duke would start moving, stealthily, instincts, training, taking control. If a strange vehicle entered, he took notice, watched, intently. My mother and father often said, "We have the safest block in the city." Our family had moved to another city in 1951, when we got a letter from Duke's "parents", telling us that Duke had passed away at age 16. Looking at that photo in my hand, Duke hasn't gone anywhere. copyright: richard riddle: 11/02/15

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Keep your ears open Cause you never know What you could hear... Keep your eyes clear Cause you never know What you could see... Keep you mind free Cause you never know Who you could be. Life is wide open With endless possibilities. Cuz life is always relivent Everything is there You just gotta chose To feel it. Like Vampire Dairies You can chose to shut out the world Igore your humanity Or you can feel every emotion Just like me I am who I am Cuz of what I see What I hear Who I chose to be I dont pass up a chance To give a second glance Learn something I rejected before Cuz you never know Who will open the door To god knows where Take you some where You never been before Because life Is one big chance to live it up

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC

SunnySnow

Keep Your Heart Open

Keep your ears open Cause you never know What you could hear... Keep your eyes clear Cause you never know What you could see... Keep you mind free Cause you never know Who you could be. Life is wide open With endless possibilities. Cuz life is always relivent Everything is there You just gotta chose To feel it. Like Vampire Dairies You can chose to shut out the world Igore your humanity Or you can feel every emotion Just like me I am who I am Cuz of what I see What I hear Who I chose to be I dont pass up a chance To give a second glance Learn something I rejected before Cuz you never know Who will open the door To god knows where Take you some where You never been before Because life Is one big chance to live it up

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walking inside a building found a mirror looking almost 90.. went further a room full of old girlfriends looking old and sick on bed old memories hanging as portraits on the wall a waste room…. full of childhood toys a wardrobe …… full of lovers gift and letters a book shelf…... full of unexecuted vengeance a locker has few dairies of my unfulfilled wishes so much pain and frustration came out of the building turned and saw the name……… ………….. Museum

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC

jpki

dream before death...

walking inside a building found a mirror looking almost 90.. went further a room full of old girlfriends looking old and sick on bed old memories hanging as portraits on the wall a waste room…. full of childhood toys a wardrobe …… full of lovers gift and letters a book shelf…... full of unexecuted vengeance a locker has few dairies of my unfulfilled wishes so much pain and frustration came out of the building turned and saw the name……… ………….. Museum

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