Quotes about shiny, page 4
A Kingly Man
O Friend of always the right,
The clue of time is hidden in my purse;
Inside is also a great travel that I embark upon.
O Friend of mine, why is this?
It is inside the purse that lingers a shiny bauble,
A shiny ring, and it lets us journey the hills of space.
The Friend: O Little man, I seek a helper
To lift me into light, and majesty is all I can utter
As I am a king who needs no travels nor journey of rings.
O Friendly King, my love is an ornament for you,
And the light of the ring is more spacious,
So I may think the task too great for you.
The Friend: O Little man, I am not dazzled by your ring,
My jewels are with me, and my friends are not.
Your journey can never begin.
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poem by Naveed Akram
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The Rap Of Change
Change I adore.
Just to open that door,
With it's bright shiny hue,
To walk pastures new.
To breathe pure fresh air,
With wind in my hair
Looking eagerly ahead
To adventure be led.
‘Tis the breath of all life
Whether sunshine or strife.
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poem by Rosi Caswell
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Baby Dreams
Full moon’s beaming
What is baby dreaming?
Of sweet little sonnets,
Blue baby bonnets,
Trinkets and toys,
Kisses and boys,
Fairies and wings,
Shiny, diamond rings,
Red floating kites,
Tinker Bell and Snow White,
Angels on clouds glowing,
Trees buried in winter’s snowing,
Princesses in their gowns,
Princes in their crowns,
Polka dotted umbrellas,
A shoe and Cinderella,
Little girls as they play,
Toys on the sleigh,
Sitting on Santa’s knee,
Ornaments on the tree,
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poem by Whitney Albright
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0057 Strict Tempo - A Poem To Dance To
One Two Three Four
One Two Three Four
Forwards. Sideways.
Sideways. Back...
Victor Sylvester, Victor Sylvester,
I thought of you yester-
day, white tie and tails,
trousers as tight
as a ball without a ballroom,
Cuban Romeo moustache and
patent leather hair...
drumming out strict tempo
the tempo of our lives
learning to dance girlfriends
into bed or into wives...
do they still teach ballroom
to your hissing records,
down in Cheam or Purley,
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Hobo
A father's pride I used to know,
A mother's love was mine;
For swinish husks I let them go,
And bedded with the swine.
Since then I've come on evil days
And most of life is hell;
But even swine have winsome ways
When once you know them well.
One time I guessed I'd cease to roam,
And greet the folks again;
And so I rode the rods to home
And through the window pane
I saw them weary, worn and grey . . .
I gazed from the garden gloom,
And like sweet, shiny saints were they
Int taht sweet, shiny room.
D'ye think I hollored out: "Hullo!"
The prodigal to play,
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poem by Robert William Service
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Old Dancing Shoes
You lie there belying your age black and shiny
Patent smooth, untreated soles smoothed
With thrice of a thousand steps,
You never let me down gripped
With candle wax for sure footsteps,
Cracks line your skin we have grown old together.
I’m sure I saw you shuffle softly in answer as I speak.
Remember on a laid floor in front of the steps
Of Sydney’s beautiful Opera House
The quick 1 2 3 of a Straus’s Viennese waltz
Struck up, my wife’s stunning white and mauve flowing gown
Trimmed with soft ostrich feathers glistened in the
Warm Australian sun,
What a magic feeling dancing together as one and
With shoes that fit like a glove
You never let me down.
Your finest hour came, laces ‘an all
My God at that wonderful venue
Canberra’s great hall of Parliament house,
A very nice venue indeed for competition.
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poem by Ken e Hall
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Beachcombing
As the tide retreats, it leaves behind
Once hidden treasures, for folk to find.
Left revealed, is a long strip of shiny, wet sand,
Where treasures, now at their journey’s end, will land.
By the sea, small pieces of glass have been ground,
Leaving their once sharp edges, smooth and round.
There are a few fallen feathers from visiting gulls.
Smooth, egg-shaped pebbles – both shiny and dull.
Shells of all shapes, such as cones, conches, and scallops,
Are washed ashore by the powerful sea, as it gallops.
There are lions’ paws, kings’ crowns, tulips, angel wings,
Slipper shells, jewel boxes, moon snails and other things.
Sugar Kelp, Bladderwrack and Dead Man’s Fingers,
Are some of the seaweeds which, on the shore, linger.
The sight of numerous pieces of discarded litter,
Leaves behind a taste, in my mouth, that is bitter.
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poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Feast of Fairies
As time sets the great blaze
To rest where the sky meets the earth
For the silver glow
To reveal faraway
In a land of forever magic
Where trees and flowers dominate
Merriment reigns
Happiness lives
Across the vast pleasures
There a feast takes place
A group of bright lights
Fly in circles that revolve
These bright lights
Are known as fairies
Tiny magical beings
Made of happiness
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poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Bleeding
Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.
I'm sorry said the cut.
Stop or I will sink in farther said the knife.
Don't said the cut.
The knife did not say it couldn't help it but
it sank in farther.
If only you didn't bleed said the knife I wouldn't
have to do this.
I know said the cut I bleed too easily I hate
that I can't help it I wish I were a knife like
you and didn't have to bleed.
Well meanwhile stop bleeding will you said the knife.
Yes you are a mess and sinking in deeper said the cut I
will have to stop.
Have you stopped by now said the knife.
I've almost stopped I think.
Why must you bleed in the first place said the knife.
For the same reason maybe that you must do what you
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Bonehead Bill
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was,
That 'Un I got so slick.
I couldn't see 'is face because
The night was 'ideous thick.
I just made out among the black
A blinkin' wedge o' white;
Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack --
The man I killed last night.
I wonder if account o' me
Some wench will go unwed,
And 'eaps o' lives will never be,
Because 'e's stark and dead?
Or if 'is missis damns the war,
And by some candle light,
Tow-headed kids are prayin' for
The Fritz I copped last night.
I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why
I 'ad that 'orful dream?
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