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Like Waiting for April: Pattern Recognition.
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Friday, April 13, 2012. There's a house in my neighborhood that kind of makes me giggle a bit every time I pass by. As it reminds me of this. I Saw the Figure Five in Gold. Which was inspired by this:. I saw the figure 5. Through the dark city. Just one of those silly things, I guess, but it pleases me and I'm thankful to the owners for their choice of house number. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Like Waiting for April
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Tuesday, April 01, 2008. To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness. Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe. The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men. An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. Spring...
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Like Waiting for April: 04/10/2011 - 04/17/2011
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Saturday, April 16, 2011. A friend sends this poem written by his ancestor highlighting the lot of those who put their money where the government's mouth was. Written after the American Civil War (the 150th anniversary of its start being this month), it is unfortunately not a dated piece:. Yes, I am Bob Ridley, who once wore the blue,. Or what there is left of the comrade you knew;. I've lost my discharge, and cannot tell where,. Into camp for the w...
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Like Waiting for April
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. A little something from Pavel on Prohibition. Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,. He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,. And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,. But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,. And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,. Looking back, some of these are pretty interesting.
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Like Waiting for April: 04/25/2010 - 05/02/2010
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Friday, April 30, 2010. And so ends another Poetry month. It's amazing how time flies. Ha`aheo ka ua i nâ pali. Ke nihi a`ela i ka nahele. E hahai (uhai) ana paha i ka liko. Pua `âhihi lehua o uka. Aloha `oe, aloha `oe. E ke onaona noho i ka lipo. One fond embrace,. A ho`i a`e au. Until we meet again. O ka hali`a aloha i hiki mai. Ke hone a`e nei i. O `oe nô ka`u ipo aloha. A loko e hana nei. Maopopo ku`u `ike i ka nani. Nâ pua rose o Maunawili.
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Like Waiting for April: 04/17/2011 - 04/24/2011
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Friday, April 22, 2011. I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,. And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,. And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,. And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide. Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;. English Poet Laureate, 1930-1967.). As small as a wor...
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Like Waiting for April
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Tuesday, April 17, 2012. A bit of fun wordplay from Dad:. I came across this and thought it was cute:. Wood you believe that I didn’t no. About homophones until too daze ago? That day in hour class in groups of for,. We had to come up with won or more. Mary new six; enough to pass,. But my ate homophones lead the class. Then a thought ran threw my head,. 8220;Urn a living from homophones,” it said. I guess I just sat and staired into space.
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Like Waiting for April
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Tuesday, April 10, 2012. All I could see from where I stood. Was three long mountains and a wood;. I turned and looked another way,. And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line. Of the horizon, thin and fine,. Straight around till I was come. Back to where I'd started from;. And all I saw from where I stood. Was three long mountains and a wood. Over these things I could not see;. These were the things that bounded me;. The goss...
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Like Waiting for April: 04/15/2012 - 04/22/2012
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Like Waiting for April. April is National Poetry Month. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. A little something from Pavel on Prohibition. Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,. He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,. And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,. But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,. And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,. Tuesday, April 17, 2012. A bit of fun wordplay from Dad:.