Quotes about fickle, page 15

You Always Got on My Nerves

You always got on my nerves,
But then I saw your photo:
You are old; far older than I imagined
With the kindly look that the aged often acquire
If they are very lucky-
And I could feel my heart
Stretching out it's blue tinged fingertips
To trace your ravaged face.

By the time we have grown any real wisdom,
Our looks have all flown away
Like fickle birds, looking for greener fields elsewhere;
The skeleton is already beginning to peek out,
A promise of worse things yet to come.
But kindness in the eyes
Will outlive the longest holocaust.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Two at last Twin Win

Time's sickle hooked life's fickle flow
While trickle seeped through lonely plain
Of trials and tribulations, wane
As climate change unrhymed with glow.
The season's reasons we'd not know
Lovelorn lingering, hope's pane
Alas tight locked - block clocked sharp pain.
Seminal happiness remained 'no show'.
Then, unforeseen, see cupid's bow
Tired vertigo's free-fall refrain
With soaring soul replace! Again
Is life transformed, may undergo
New metamorphosis to find
WIN/win exchange, scales fall from blind!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Lady Smiles

When people play games of chance
With cards or wheel or rolling dice,
There she moves as the bets are placed,
A silent shadow as the people chatter.
At every game of chance she waits
Her presence still as excitement mounts,
As the tension grows to breaking point
And all eyes are riveted on that final card
On that slowing wheel or that rolling dice.
That's when that fickle lady smiles,
A smile that shows a moments whim
And the winner explodes with delight
Convinced he's the greatest thing.
But it's that elusive lady who decides
Who profits when she deigns to smile

poem by Paul Anthony
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Lady Lvck

Lady Luck licks
her loosened, libidinous lips
lime and gratuitously-
fortuitously gripping
as the dealer's dewdrops dive dancing:
enhancing, 'trancing;
deliciously dripping.

Lady Luck fix:
through a smoke screen of trix,
woowing to wager;
risking more chips.

Lady Luck sticks
to foolish, fickle pricks
licking their wounds in a parlance
of antiherhetoric;
primed for the proverbial
prodigal pocket's pix.

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poem by Randy Resh
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I Dream'd I Lay

I dream'd I lay where flowers were springing
Gaily in the sunny beam;
List'ning to the wild birds singing,
By a falling crystal stream:
Straight the sky grew black and daring;
Thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
Tress with aged arms were warring,
O'er the swelling drumlie wave.

Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoyed:
But lang or noon, loud tempests storming
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
Tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me-
She promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,
Of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me-
I bear a heart shall support me still.

poem by Robert Burns
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A Portrait

When friends grown faithless, or the fickle throng,
Withdrawing from my life the love they lent,
Breed in my heart disdainful discontent,
And sadden sunshine with a sense of wrong,
Then I, forgetting to be wise and strong,
And on my own endearment too intent,
Unto myself make musical lament,
And lullaby my pain with plaintive song.
But, when I gaze upon this face august,
Her gift, who, seated on earth's loftiest throne,
For others' weal holds half the world in trust,
Pondering on cares of Empire all alone,
I, then rebuked, remember to be just,
Think of her griefs, and quite forget my own.

poem by Alfred Austin
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An Apprehension

IF all the gentlest-hearted friends I know
Concentred in one heart their gentleness,
That still grew gentler till its pulse was less
For life than pity,--I should yet be slow
To bring my own heart nakedly below
The palm of such a friend, that he should press
Motive, condition, means, appliances,

My false ideal joy and fickle woe,
Out full to light and knowledge; I should fear
Some plait between the brows, some rougher chime
In the free voice. O angels, let your flood
Of bitter scorn dash on me ! do ye hear
What I say who hear calmly all the time
This everlasting face to face with GOD ?

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Afraid To Love

So seldom does she think of love
and seldom does she want to.
It isn't that she's cold or bad,
it's that she cannot hold you.

If she were to allow herself
to hunger for your kiss,
her heart would be like jelly
and many beats would miss.

So seldom she allows herself
this pleasure and this pain
for she would surely die for love
and cannot take the strain.

If you would promise faithfully
to be her true, true friend.
To comfort her and cherish her
and be there at her end.

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poem by Ruth Walters
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Why Sit'st Thou By That Ruin'd Hall?

'Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall,
Thou aged carle so stern and grey?
Dost thou its former pride recall,
Or ponder how it pass'd away?'-

'Know'st thou not me?' the Deep Voice cried;
'So long enjoy'd, so oft misused-
Alternate, in thy fickle pride,
Desired, neglected, and accused!

'Before my breath, like blazing flax,
Man and his marvels pass away!
And changing empires wane and wax,
Are founded, flourish, and decay,

'Redeem mine hours - the space is brief -
While in my glass the sand-grains shiver,
And measureless thy joy or grief,
When Time and thou shalt part for ever!'

poem by Sir Walter Scott
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An Elegy For Life

O worthless life, Au Revoir!
Upon thy alluring alulas, didst I drift.
Stumbling into treacherous quagmires
How tiring the journey was! how bizarre!

O feyly life, how fickle thou art!
Upon cloud nine, ecstatic one day
Down in the doldrums, remorseful the other.
Queer are thy notions!

Amidst the ordeals and chagrin,
Joyous times are delirious dreams.
And all the phantasmagoria,
Desperate enactment of a pre-written script.

And thus drifts on a worthless life
A ravaged catamaran in an elusive ocean
Tossed asunder by the mighty tides of time
Unto the diabolic mouth of a doomed destiny.

poem by Rohith Ramdas
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