Poems And Quotes

I’m singin’ in the rain,
Just singin’ in the rain,
What a glorious feeling,
I’m happy again!

The first rain reminds me
Of the rising summer dust.
The rain doesn’t remember the rain of yesteryear.
A year is a trained beast with no memories.
Soon you will again wear your harnesses,
Beautiful and embroidered, to hold
Sheer stockings: you
Mare and harnesser in one body.
The white panic of soft flesh
In the panic of a sudden vision
Of ancient saints.

by

Yehuda Amichai

What does the future hold for us?
Smog filled skies and poison cars,
And broken land with useless dust
And nature’s beauty behind bars.

Can I ever show my children,
(If they ever come my way)
The beauty of a sunset
At the ending of the day?

Can I walk into a forest,
And surround myself with trees,
Yet know that it will remain,
For me to visit as I please.

I know that I can today
Do all the things I’ve said,
But when today is yesterday,
Will all these things be dead?

This problem is enormous
As we gradually take heed,
So we must fix it quickly,
Using words and thoughts and deeds."

by

Pachamama

See how new green shoots
and branches and leaves
and flowers appear
and the green grass
rises everywhere,
the gods had set a part
of Eden here.
Hear the birds
sing and cheer
and see them fly past
and follow the white-hot sun
while the rays comes to stay
for a longer time.
Smell the first rain
and wild flowers
in the fields
and get thrilled
by the sweet scent
that every flower brings
Abide with me
as the trees dress fit
for a royal wedding
and new life
appears from where it hides
and realise that Spring
is a living thing.

by

Gert Strydom

I’VE BEEN THINKING OF ALL THE TIMES WE SPENT IN EACH OTHER ARMS, WHEN WE WERE ALRIGHT.
NOTHING EVER MADE ME DOUBT MY LOVE FOR YOU
THIS PAIN IN THE FUTURE WAS OUT OF MY SIGHT
AND NOW I FEEL HOPELESS AND LOST
I CAN HARDLY SEEM TO GET BY, UR ALWAYS ON MY MIND, MY STOMACH HURTS AND I WANT TO CRY
YOU WERE EVERYTHING I LIVED FOR, THE THING IS YOU STILL ARE
I FEEL LIKE I’M CHASING YOU ON FOOT AND YOU ARE IN A CAR
YOU’RE MY ONE TRUE LOVE, THE GUY RIGHT FOR ME
I HOPE THAT THIS WON’T CHANGE, MAYBE SOME DAY YOU’LL AGREE
I’D LOVE FOR YOU TO MISS ME TOO, I’D LOVE FOR YOU TO RETURN, BUT PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE. A VIRTUE I MUST LEARN. TAKE INTO ACCOUNT ALL OF THIS
REMEMBER EVERYTHING I’VE SAID, SO SOMEDAY IT MAY BE POSSIBLE TO SAVE ME FROM THIS DANGEROUS PATH I’VE TREAD.

by

clarrissa fausett

Walk a little slower, Daddy,
Said a little child so small.
I’m following in your footsteps
And I don’t want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they are hard to see;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you are leading me.
Someday when I’m all grown up,
You’re what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who’ll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you.
Did I ever say thanks
for all the toys you mended,
games we played,
outings to the park,
and the way you
always tried to cheer
me when I was down?
Did I ever say thanks for
the sacrifices you made
so I could be involved
in so many enriching
activities?
Did I ever say thanks for
working so hard
to provide for our family?
Did I ever say thanks
for having such faith in me
and always being there
when I needed you?
Most of all,
Did I ever say thanks for caring?
DAD, I LOVE YOU

I remember daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
And reachin’ out to hold me, when I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story in the callous’ and lines
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind I remember daddy’s hands how they held my mama tight
And patted my back for something done right
There are things that I’d forgotten that I loved about the man
But I’ll always remember the love in daddy’s hands Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’ve come to understand
There was always love in daddy’s hands. I remember daddy’s hands workin’ ’til they bled
Sacrifised unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I’d live my life again
And never take for granted the love in daddy’s hands

by

Holly Dunn

When I was just a tiny kid,
Do you remember when,
The time you kissed my bruises,
Or cleaned by soiled chin?

You scrambled for the balls I hit,
(Short-winded more than not,)
Yet, every time we’d play a game,
You praised the "outs" I caught.

It seems like only yesterday,
You wiped away my tears,
And late at night I called your name,
To chase away my fears.

Though time has changed your handsome grip,
Your hair is snowy white,
You gait’s a little slower now,
Thick glasses help your sight.

Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,
To be that growing lad,
Re-living all of the memories,
Of growing with my dad.

Fathers are wonderful people,
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should,
For Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and hero of the scrimmage,
And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion.
But if you look inside Dad’s heart,
where no one else can see,
You’ll find he’s sentimental
and soft as he can be.
Fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and bring them happiness,
And like our heavenly Father,
he’s a guardian and a guide,
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.

My dad and I-we think alike,
He knows just what I mean
Before I even say a word
He reads, well, in between.
My dad and I-we like to fish
Or build a model plane,
Or fix a broken chair or two
Or just a windowpane.
My dad and I-we know the score
Of every single game;
Sometimes he’s really busy, too
But he takes me just the same.
My dad and I-we go swimming too,
Each year and sometimes twice.
My dad and I-we do everything;
My dad-he’s really nice.

by

Phyllis C. Michael