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Thread: The Seasons
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04-14-2019, 02:23 AM #1031
...aftertheyesterstorm...
Listen to your heart, your brain is stupid*
H: Trong tách cà phê buổi sáng, ai nhìn thấy ai cười...
B: Is he supposed to cry?
H: Trang giấy trắng màu hoa lê. Ai vấy mực điểm bài thơ dang dở...
B: He should draw a croissant instead.
H: Mr. & Mrs. Robins build a new home on magnolia tree. Easter comes to fill it with rainbow eggs...
B: An omelette tastes good with red tomato and white onion.
H: Sau cơn bão, prince toad sợ không dám nghiến răng. Ốc sên vằn ngỡ nấm hồng là tooth fairy...
B: Should call her a pillow and leave a quarter under it.
H: Một cánh hoa rơi* vướng vào mùa xuân ướt mưa. Bậc thềm rêu chừng như đang khóc...
B: Crying won't stop the flower petals from falling. Need a net then we'd have tea.
H: Có một giọt sương đọng trên môi cô tượng đá bên hồ. Gió thổi giọt sương khô...
B: Wind likes wild wine. He mistakens dewdrop is sauvignon blanc.
H: Ah, bất chợt wonder...Ai đang làm gì bên ấy...
B: Hypersomnus after an upsidedown Saturn-night. Of course!
H: He is a saint-man.
B: Uh huh, that how man acts before he becomes saint.
H: And who are you?
B: A simply brain. Yours.
H: You are no fun at all, mister!
B: Fun for fools. Don't fool yourself into your own trap.
H: To be entrapped is to be home. One needs a home.
B: Then do it. Just don't scream later when it's broken.
H: Áhhhhhhhhh....
PinkThings come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-14-2019, 10:47 AM #1032Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-14-2019, 11:13 PM #1033Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-16-2019, 11:37 PM #1034
Oh Gardenia, Sweet Gardenia!
Gardenia*
Scent like its spring
Feel like the summer breeze
In the meadows were chartreuse weeds
Sweet Gardenia, dearest one
Your petals shines the moonlight
And grace the rays of the sun
A touch of you
Deliquescing as canvas hues
How the world's heart told tales
In visions anew
Of any color you choose to be
White, as resemblance of purity
Your scent forge to every desperate nose
A sneeze which bring forth arose
And with all to guarantee
Your aroma is no match in any of thee
Oh Gardenia, Sweet Gardenia
Vulnerable, gentle and free
Sailing the skies above, praising every tree
Sigh, as she waltz with me
But Gardenia, sweet Gardenia
When will the world stop hating you
Grieving in delitescent
Burying your every truth
Shadows washing, dreams forgetting
Soon as winter swept all of you
Nico Julleza
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-17-2019, 11:19 PM #1035
Just because...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-18-2019, 01:01 PM #1036
4mybelovedpaloma
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-19-2019, 11:07 PM #1037
...slowlybutintensivelyyours...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-21-2019, 01:09 AM #1038
now, then & 4ever
Here To Stay*
Our children are here to stay
But our babies are not, I'm sorry to say
They grow and learn everyday
In the most remarkable and intriguing way
We watch and admire our babies so young
Hoping someday they will go to be strong
Wisdom and integrity are a hopeful thought too
Their brilliance is amazing that much is true
Now they are in school and you don't know what to do
The house is so unnaturally quite and subdued
You try to keep busy, a hobby of some sort
But it doesn't quite fill the missing sound of children playing of course
Off to college and all grown up, how could this be?
Just yesterday it seemed they were three
You can't wait to watch them grow
Then the day comes when you watch them go
Cherish the little moments so tender and sweet
They grow so quickly you can barely speak
But remember this, as I reassure you with a tear in my eye
Babies are your children and your children will never say 'Good Bye'
As you watch a Great Great Grandmother holding that lil' one
You are astonished by the miracle that's been done
Crystal Kaylynn Acerrio
February 2006
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-21-2019, 10:36 PM #1039
...and life goes on...
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*
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04-22-2019, 12:48 PM #1040
...right here waiting...
*Florence Margaret Smith better known as Stevie Smith was born in 1902 in Yorkshire, England. She was an English poet and novelist. Her nationality is British. She was the daughter of Ethel and Charles Smith. Her father abandoned the family, and her mother got real ill and died. She was raised by her aunt Madge Spear. Her aunt had a big influence over Stevie and was one of the most important person in Smith's life. Stevie went to school at North London Collegiate School which was for all girls. She gave poetry readings and broadcast on the BBC.
The Frog Prince
Stevie Smith (1902-1971)*
I am a frog
I live under a spell
I live at the bottom
Of a green well
And here I must wait
Until a maiden places me
On her royal pillow
And kisses me
In her father’s palace
The story is familiar
Everybody knows it well
But do other enchanted people feel as nervous
As I do? The stories do not tell
As if they will be happier
When the changes come
As already they are fairly happy
In a frog’s doom
I have been a frog now
For a hundred years
And in all this time
I have not shed many tears
I am happy, I like the life
Can swim for many a mile
(when I have hopped to the river)
And am for ever agile
And the quietness
Yes, I like to be quiet
I am habituated
To a quiet life
But always when I think these thoughts
As I sit in my well
Another thought comes to me and says
It is part of the spell
To be happy
To work up contentment
To make much of being a frog
To fear disenchantment
Says, It will be heavenly
To be set free
Cries heavenly the girl who disenchants
And the royal times, heavenly
And I think it will be
Come then, royal girl and royal times
Come quickly
I can be happy until you come
But I cannot be heavenly
Only disenchanted people
Can be heavenly
Things come to pass
But the memories stay*