"schmidt" poems
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.
*Music: Harvey Schmidt
Lyrics: Tom Jones
From The Fantasticks*
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Me and the squad
Rippin' bowls on the hill
I says "hey baud,
we aint fried still!"
My boy says "I know, ****
where'd we get this kush?"
An answer from Schmidt
"Growing in the bush"
We smoked poison ivy
**** you Schmidt.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
***I still get chills and waves of pain
When she writes and speaks your name.
But looking back,
Reading your words
And listening to recording you made,
I reminisce and smile,
Looking through pictures
Of our happy life together,
And don't feel afraid.
You loved me more than you ever had anyone else.
Forever in my heart,
And forever in my dreams,
I pray for angles to protect you,
Through the tears and screams.
You're all alone now,
Unable to find peace,
But know in your heart,
I will always be yours.
The day you promised,
We could name our first son Oliver.
The day you reminded me,
My initials would stay the same after we married.
The day you first told me,
How much I meant.
The day you proved,
Our love was cement.
I keep you in my thoughts and dreams,
And maybe one day,
It won't end up as bad as it seems.
Love,
Mrs. VR Schmidt***
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Hey, cutie, it's been a while.
I listened, again, to those old voicemails you left.
I guess I'm still kinda in denial.
I just wish our secrets were better kept.
It's been six months since my tears flowed like the Nile.
Six months without you due to theft.
Of the secrets best held inside my heart,
this is by far the most important one:
I love you, Mark Schmidt. Even through this part.
This game being played can never be won,
for they think you didn't love me from the start.
But the truth is you always did through our the run
and the leap
and the fall
in too deep
to hear the call
of prayers before sleep
and I know through it all
I'll love you still.
I love you, Mark Schmidt.
I always will.
I knew since the day and still do, that piece you gave was the only one that could fit.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
i'll concede to this fact, sometimes Hollywood
does a decent film,
i'm starting to see a tract of:
as far as black comedies go...
no one does black comedies as good as
the H'americans...
maybe i was born too late
to laugh at the British stuff from...
whenever it was in the past century...
and whatever the new quirk is about...
i don't get it...
but H'american black comedy?
pitched genius...
sure... about schmidt
was labelled a black comedy...
but in comparison to what i've just
watched?
i.e. *three billboards outside ebbing,
missouri*?
out-stand-ing...
i'm not saying i'm much of
a film critic... but given the story
resembles the "archetype" of retribution...
revenge, or there-lack-of,
akin to the movie secret in their eyes...
retribution isn't concentrated on
the focus of the murderer, ******
it spreads... everyone is somehow affected
by each others' blame-game-shaming-fest...
everyone can have their soppy
story, their two cents thrown into
the lucky fountain...
and that's the brilliance of the movie:
the victim-hood tactics diffuse -
because everyone has a sad story,
the sad story isn't the story at all:
it's how people still manage to congregate
around a shining bright light
and pull along...
but that's still not the ultimate
genius of
*three billboards outside ebbing,
missouri*...
a well deserved supporting actor
Oscar for sam rockwell
playing jason dixon...
why?
he's the subtle sub-story
of the antihero archetype...
the sub-story just sits there,
subtle... but eventually more gripping...
it's not you want justice to be served...
or you're guessing who did it...
unlike in the instance
of secret in their eyes...
where the grief overburdens
the lead role...
there's a variant of being enraged
in a tragicomic way of
the lead in *three billboards outside ebbing,
missouri*...
perhaps because the lead role has
interactions with her remaining offspring,
and there's an abusive husband
hanging around...
but for me...
transfiguration...
like that Jesus bit...
the film is really all about
the antihero...
and thank god...
another superhero movie
and i'm going to puke...
what with deadpool being the other
antihero...
but unlike that sort of antihero story...
this is so genius in how subtle it is...
a well deserved supporting actor Oscar...
well done.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
***I still get chills and waves of pain
When she writes and speaks your name.
But looking back,
Reading your words
And listening to recording you made,
I reminisce and smile,
Looking through pictures
Of our happy life together,
And don't feel afraid.
You loved me more than you ever had anyone else.
Forever in my heart,
And forever in my dreams,
I pray for angles to protect you,
Through the tears and screams.
You're all alone now,
Unable to find peace,
But know in your heart,
I will always be yours.
The day you promised,
We could name our first son Oliver.
The day you reminded me,
My initials would stay the same after we married.
The you first told me,
How much I meant.
The day you proved,
Our love was cement.
I keep you in my thoughts and dreams,
And maybe one day,
It won't end up as bad as it seems.
Love,
Mrs. VR Schmidt***
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Schmidt was heisted
She was seeking a man
Where does the bull summon the energy
Chewing on something
Cheap thrills
That sleeper is out there
Its sweet and spicy
The home crowd is on their feet early
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
it takes a minuscule bit of paper to start fires that burns down whole forests
One of the main features of Yoga cara's philosophy
is the concept of Vijayapati-matera. According to Lambert
Schmidt, the earliest live figure of this period is found
in chapter 8 of the Sad think ocona formula, which, unfortunately,
is found only in translations of Tibet and China
that differ in x and meaning. Bir is represented
as a response to wisdom. A question asking if images or symbols
are those that are the sources of communication *
are different from each other, individually or individually.
Buddha says it is no different, because the images
are Vijayapati-Mara. The text confirmed that this also applies
to common sense products. In relation to the existing sources
of Sanskrit, the word appears in Vishathiha's Vialatha
in the first verse, which is an element of the idea, says:
Vyapatimatram Vyattad Ardh Ardh Bhabhayath Yath
Taimikostasta by Sundaradhari Darshan is in this world
as Vijayapatima because it is its own. You have an infinite object,
such as looking at unmarried hair on the moon, like things
like cataracts. "According to Mark Cedars, Vassbundu means
that we only know
the images or the psychic influences that describe themselves
as external things, but" in fact, there is no such thing out of the mind. "Asaga Mahanasthangarh's classical skill word is not the root of Sanskrit over Tibati: this representation is Vijayapati-Maater's representation because it does not fit the meaning of abuse T ... as a dream,
even without something / element, in my mind, all things / things
like visions, sounds, flavors, flavors, tindibels, homes, forests,
soils and RMS / mountain images, and there is not yet something /
things to exist in that MGG 11.6 is sometimes used as the synonym
of "Sitar only", which is also the name of the school written
by Swrithasan, the first form of the word is in excellent form,
which states: o: Whatever is related to this world, Trittaku
has no mind or thought: * cittamatra, why? I imagine things,
how they look
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
There was the backfield tandem of Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davies on several West Point football teams of the UOS.
There is that power hitting duo of the modern day Yankees - Gary Sanchez and Aaron Judge.
There were those great power hitters of the 70s, I believe, that seemed to come in clusters like Mike Schmidt, Breen Downing, and yes, I believe, John Milner.
There was, of course, Ruth and Gehrig that stood out on the 1927 Yankees.
There's Hawke Leonard and James Harden, an unsung pair of the San Antonia Spurs and the Houston Rockets, respectively, in pro basketball that stand out.
There's Stephan Curry and Kevin Durant, a Mutt and Jeff combination in the Golden State Warriors.
There was a couple of gifted first to play on a University of Illinois basketball team African Americans that were tantalizing good at that time - Mannie Jackson and Governor Vaughn.
There was those 4 great old time Boston Celtics guards; Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones.
There was Bill Bradley and Dave Debusschere manning the wings of the New York Knickerbockers pro basketball teams of the late sixties, I believe.
There was Ron Kissinger and Glenn Becker, the keystone duo on the Chicago Cubs of the sixties, I believe.
There was Mainstay, reliable pitcher for the Casey Stengal dynasty teams - Vic Raschi and Allie Reynolds and there were great teamsmen of Vince Lombardi's pro football Green Bay Packers Super Bowl team like Dave Hammer, Forrest Gregg, and Boyd Dowler.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC