"doby" poems - Hello Poetry

So, on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, Doby Greenhorn prepared to leave. He packed some provisions; a compass, a large box of matches, some rope, a leather bottle full of water, a little money, a sturdy walking stick and some other odds and ends his mother threw at him. And, as the poem goes… “As I set out, in early morn, the whole world for to see, These are the things my blessed mother, came and said to me.” “Beware the fettered Giant, In the valley down below! Restrained by iron ringlets, near the well where lovers go… Beware the flaxen Ferry, if you see him down the lane, he’ll offer you the world and more, but only bring you pain… Be not dismayed by goblins if they’re out during the day, just teach them a new riddle and they’ll let you on your way. A blackened cat upon the road will bring bad luck it’s said, unless you chase it down at once, and beat it till it’s dead! But most important, is that song, which lures all men near… The sound like golden honey being spooned into your ear! A song which sparks that deepest longing, a sense of warmth and cheer! The song of evil Sirens is the thing which most I fear… So put thy hand across thy breast and make a solemn pledge, to never follow lilting tunes up to the waters edge! And if you do, and see a maiden bathing in the sun, more beautiful then any queen that ever had been won! With eyes as green as sun bleached moss and face pleasant and fun, Who’s magic makes it quite impossible for you to run! Then draw thy dagger from thy waist and place it to thy beating heart, and plunge that steel with all thy strength, to lay thy noble breast apart! Far better be, to take thy life and keep thy soul embowered, then ever kiss those bitter lips and have thy flesh devoured! For Sirens never eat the dead, and though thy blood runs ruby red, thy honor rests upon thy head, and follows thee to life after…” ”I made the pledge, and kissed her face, and off I went my path to chase! With dagger hanging from my waist… That dagger dangling at my waist… “

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Aug 11, 2019

Aug 11, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC

josiah-cleath

Doby Greenhorn

So, on the morning of his sixteenth birthday, Doby Greenhorn prepared to leave. He packed some provisions; a compass, a large box of matches, some rope, a leather bottle full of water, a little money, a sturdy walking stick and some other odds and ends his mother threw at him. And, as the poem goes… “As I set out, in early morn, the whole world for to see, These are the things my blessed mother, came and said to me.” “Beware the fettered Giant, In the valley down below! Restrained by iron ringlets, near the well where lovers go… Beware the flaxen Ferry, if you see him down the lane, he’ll offer you the world and more, but only bring you pain… Be not dismayed by goblins if they’re out during the day, just teach them a new riddle and they’ll let you on your way. A blackened cat upon the road will bring bad luck it’s said, unless you chase it down at once, and beat it till it’s dead! But most important, is that song, which lures all men near… The sound like golden honey being spooned into your ear! A song which sparks that deepest longing, a sense of warmth and cheer! The song of evil Sirens is the thing which most I fear… So put thy hand across thy breast and make a solemn pledge, to never follow lilting tunes up to the waters edge! And if you do, and see a maiden bathing in the sun, more beautiful then any queen that ever had been won! With eyes as green as sun bleached moss and face pleasant and fun, Who’s magic makes it quite impossible for you to run! Then draw thy dagger from thy waist and place it to thy beating heart, and plunge that steel with all thy strength, to lay thy noble breast apart! Far better be, to take thy life and keep thy soul embowered, then ever kiss those bitter lips and have thy flesh devoured! For Sirens never eat the dead, and though thy blood runs ruby red, thy honor rests upon thy head, and follows thee to life after…” ”I made the pledge, and kissed her face, and off I went my path to chase! With dagger hanging from my waist… That dagger dangling at my waist… “

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"O tom, co stalo se s námi doteď Od té doby, nevypoví čas - Čas někdy nejde měřit časem Ale hloubkou změn v nás," To, že už si neklademe Navzájem otázky tak složité - Znamená jen tolik, že ty prosté Stačí zodpovědět rozvitě, "Z toho, čeho jsme litovali kdys, Teď umřelo již víc než dost - Vždyť dospěli jsme v průlom, Jenž vše proměnil to na radost," To, na co vzpomínáme s úsměvy, Že jednou bolelo za slzy prolité - Dnes už jen těžko uvěřit, Jak věci můžou vyznít dvojitě.

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC

marwa-blues

- Čas

"O tom, co stalo se s námi doteď Od té doby, nevypoví čas - Čas někdy nejde měřit časem Ale hloubkou změn v nás," To, že už si neklademe Navzájem otázky tak složité - Znamená jen tolik, že ty prosté Stačí zodpovědět rozvitě, "Z toho, čeho jsme litovali kdys, Teď umřelo již víc než dost - Vždyť dospěli jsme v průlom, Jenž vše proměnil to na radost," To, na co vzpomínáme s úsměvy, Že jednou bolelo za slzy prolité - Dnes už jen těžko uvěřit, Jak věci můžou vyznít dvojitě.

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If they weren’t in the Polo grounds, the drive was a home run.. Don Liddle served a meatball and Wertz swung and thought it gone. But Willie Mays thought otherwise and raced towards the wall. Improbably, impossibly, he caught Vic Wertz’s ball. He turned to throw; his cap flew off, as Doby raced for third. When Grisson relieved Liddle, Liddle quipped:” I got my man.” That the Indians were dispirited you well can understand. That inning turned the series as Cleveland didn’t score. The Giants won that game in ten and swept the Tribe in four. Of all who played the game that day, a precious few remain. The man who made “The Catch” still lives; forever will his fame.

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

“The Catch” 09/29/1954

If they weren’t in the Polo grounds, the drive was a home run.. Don Liddle served a meatball and Wertz swung and thought it gone. But Willie Mays thought otherwise and raced towards the wall. Improbably, impossibly, he caught Vic Wertz’s ball. He turned to throw; his cap flew off, as Doby raced for third. When Grisson relieved Liddle, Liddle quipped:” I got my man.” That the Indians were dispirited you well can understand. That inning turned the series as Cleveland didn’t score. The Giants won that game in ten and swept the Tribe in four. Of all who played the game that day, a precious few remain. The man who made “The Catch” still lives; forever will his fame.

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bdoy ybod dyob obdy oybd ybdo dboy body byod odyb boyd ybod obyd obdy odby doby

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC

sam-stone-grenier

Sixteen Combinations of The Letters B, D, O, and Y

bdoy ybod dyob obdy oybd ybdo dboy body byod odyb boyd ybod obyd obdy odby doby

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Jesus And Dogs As we go through life and Just live the life we are living There’s one thing we know Jesus and dogs are always forgiving When people give up on you as they Become inpatient, it can be so frustrating But again here we are knowing Jesus and dogs will always be waiting Love can be so hard to find and yet Love can be such an easy thing to lose But you can never go wrong with love If Jesus and dogs are what you choose I’m not an expert on anything really so Maybe I shouldn’t be giving advice to you But if you investigate I’m sure you’ll find What I say of Jesus and dogs to be true You won’t find it in magazines or catalogues Nor will you get it from cats, frogs or hogs You might as well just have a pile of logs True love only comes from Jesus and dogs Written By: Charles Kean Copyright 10/11/2019 All rights reserved P.S. Jesus gives his true love with gifts Wives,husbands, family,friends,and especially Dogs. This poem is dedicated to the dogs in My life. Prince,Freely,Harley,Doby and Buckeye. How could you not believe in Jesus Getting unconditional love from my Buckeye.

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Jan 24, 2020

Jan 24, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC

chuck-kean

Jesus and Dogs

Jesus And Dogs As we go through life and Just live the life we are living There’s one thing we know Jesus and dogs are always forgiving When people give up on you as they Become inpatient, it can be so frustrating But again here we are knowing Jesus and dogs will always be waiting Love can be so hard to find and yet Love can be such an easy thing to lose But you can never go wrong with love If Jesus and dogs are what you choose I’m not an expert on anything really so Maybe I shouldn’t be giving advice to you But if you investigate I’m sure you’ll find What I say of Jesus and dogs to be true You won’t find it in magazines or catalogues Nor will you get it from cats, frogs or hogs You might as well just have a pile of logs True love only comes from Jesus and dogs Written By: Charles Kean Copyright 10/11/2019 All rights reserved P.S. Jesus gives his true love with gifts Wives,husbands, family,friends,and especially Dogs. This poem is dedicated to the dogs in My life. Prince,Freely,Harley,Doby and Buckeye. How could you not believe in Jesus Getting unconditional love from my Buckeye.

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