Quotes about locket, page 4
Open and Empty
his battle scars remain
symbols of beauty
smiles to shield
his tears like a sword
soft his eyes in reflecting
those final moments of innocence
beloved sister slain in battle
hidden voices tremor in his blood
mirror spectator judging himself
assumed guilty by association
collateral damage memories of crime
demons lurk in darkened subconscious
corners of the mind
anonymous attackers
faceless assassins
penetrate deep into his psyche
his strength swift in refusing to pull the plug
holds his breath
body absorbing blow after blow
bones broken by savage stones
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poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Twistable Turnable Man
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Foldable Man.
He can crawl in your pocket or fit your locket
Or screw himself into a twenty-volt socket,
Or stretch himself up to the steeple or taller,
Or squeeze himself into a thimble or smaller,
Yes he can, course he can,
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable Pullable
Stretchable Shrinkable Man.
And he lives a passable life
With his Squeezable Lovable Kissable Hugable
Pullable Tugable Wife.
And they have two twistable kids
Who bend up the way that they did.
And they turn and they stretch
Just as much as they can
For this Bendable Foldable
Do-what-you're-toldable
Easily moldable
Buy-what you're-soldable
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poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The First Lucky Boy to Kiss Your Virgin Breasts
Woman, you are the one who lingers
In my mind with aching tenderness,
But you are hidden in the distance,
Walking through the business world
With your stately shoulders
In a summer dress;
Your smile is brief and suggests
Inner-stirring ideas
For the moment suppressed.
Are your thoughts
All professional and money related?
Or do you drift
Into your young girl affairs
And the first lucky boy
To kiss your virgin breasts?
I would have been
That fortunate and karma-blessed boy
If circumstance and geography
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poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Mayakoothan-Thirukulandhai
No wonder Thee swing joyfully in and away
For Thee know well, the cause is Thyself
Plus and minus so sway as Thee dance and sway
In Thou heart's locket is verdant Thy conscience
Hinging Alarmelmangai is blushing shared
Thou Kausthuba too jingles in coherence
And Lord, it's Thee so playing
For pining Kulandhaivalli, much longing for Thee
All-knowing Thee betroths to Thyself her embracing
Thy consorts so nestled in Thou heart
Thee seat them right and left
Then atonce hasten to slay an evil spirit
Thou mother-in-law freed from slayed Asmasuran
Ecstatic Thee dance and dance on the dead demon
Happy thence, known to us Mayakoothan
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poem by Indira Renganathan
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Your mirror frame
Methinks I see your mirror frame,
Ornate with photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
I'll have my little laughs at them.
For girls may come, and girls may go,
I think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
You'll toss among the rest of them.
I cannot even hope that you
Will put me in your locket, dear;
Nor costly frame will I look through,
Nor bide in your breast pocket, dear.
For none your heart monopolize,
You favour such a nest of them.
So I but hope your roving eyes
Seek mine among the rest of them.
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poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Where's Love
Where is love, not in a Valentine card
A red rose or a ring
Appealing perhaps to the emotionally scarred
Promising everything.
Where is love, not a sonnet sweetly read
Great sex or 'touchy- feely' time
Dinner for two, satin sheets on a bed
Nor sickly verse, that's nursery rhyme.
No, love is waking on a grey morning
Pushing her in her chair
What a stroke of bad luck that left her speechless
Thank God that her man is there.
And love is pensioners holding hands
A tea dance just for two
Scratched 78's and Dorsey's band
And a kiss that's still brand new.
Amore in dance steps arthritic
Would melt the heart of any critic.
Yes, love is a painting on a fridge door
Or her locket when he went to war
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poem by Kevin East
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Deer Chili
He would walk out alone two by two into the Mishy Mashy woods allot
To find what he'd forgot
On this day, when the air smelled of meat
Charred and blackened on crusting surfaces of peat
He remembered that the sun was on time,
And that he had to find what he had missed before he got too old
He climbed up high to reach the handy stand foot by foot wherein
The foggy canopy space is curvy and dewdrops are pearly
Thinking that his slicker slacker was too bright for them to see,
He misted his pelt smelt
The cranberry clearing below was regretfully empty
Yesterday, it bore the color of lavender and reddish gold
He tried to clear the muggles from his mind or take a lichen to them,
But he couldn't
So he put away his bow and handed himself a pocket
In it was the hair of a locket fair and bygone losted
His body was frosted
Still, as he ran his fingers through it he gladdened
And sparked the why of which he mainly camed
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poem by Sara Fielder
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Worship Your Feet
You want a diamond and gold shaped locket
And a fat share of my dollar sized pocket
I beg, I beg
Watch those legs
The soles of your feet
Need a comfortable seat
Uncomfortable shoes will make you retreat
And you will walk the path of shameless defeat
For the city of Paris has no definition
Once I would have merely given it a distinction
I beg, I beg
Give those legs meaning
Walk as if you are winning
Foisting of competition
Searching for my name
For the game is walk with no shame
You want to be superstar
And get the chance to drive super-fast cars
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Ten Pound Note
I was five when mam left us
But before she passed away
She gave me a ten pound note
For a coat on a rainy day
But there was no coat which could last
The rainy days I had to bear
So I lent my money to my brother
Who looked after me with care
My brother spent the money
Everywhere we went
On things I didn’t care about
Like camping in a tent
On bandages and soap
And fishing in the river
And chips when we were hungry
To warm a bellies shiver
He seemed to spend lots of money
I wanted my money back
I decided ten years later
For I never bought that mac
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poem by Mark Hope
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An Old Bag's Lament
Been together so many years
At work, and travelling all weathers too
Hung around through all your night time fears
Was with you in every shopping queue
Kept your secrets in my pocket
That photo, your diary and lovers locket
.But through it all i kept it zipped
As your silent partner was best equipped
Friends say i was always on your back
But i lightened the load along life's track
For every job interview that you attended
I was in the same room, albeit suspended
We flew to Portugal, we visited Crete
Your duty frees i kept discreet
And your trainers would almost make me heave.
You cried, but took me when she said 'just leave.'
Your bills, newspapers and secret gifts
I carried them all, on trains, in lifts.
I lost you once, in a corner i posed
But you came for me when the restaurant had closed
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poem by Kevin East
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