Laine Poems - Poems about Laine

...As he gently pressed his lips against her photograph His one last hope; to see her once again A tear ran down his cheek as he spoke her name… Penny Laine He sits there with the roof down on his......

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...I don’t like cats, really, They scare away birds, pretty ****, The robin, the blackbird so smart, They think only of eating weaker than them, That to jump the balls of innocent wool, My garden ......

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...How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night, When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous, Its numerous lights are warm as wool. How enchanting t......

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...There was poetry, In the open fields, On the slanted blueberries, On the skirts of schoolgirls, There was poetry, In the sunny cupboards, In the quiet gardens, In the sweet air of spring, ......

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...In the midst of the storm, when the world's cold and gray, Her beacon of light brightens my day. A friendship of kindness she shares every way, Her heartbeat of joy reflects our sun’s rays. A m......

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...On the tides of words, The eyes too light, In the running of zebras, I’m looking for it, Under the wool, night dreams, On the precious jewels, The faces without worries, I’m still looking fo......

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...Timmy blew some bubbles and he watched them Pop! Pop! Pop! But one went higher than the trees and right over the top That one big bubble floated high as though it couldn’t stop And just before it ......

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...L-et A-crostic I-mplement N-ame E-mploying F-orm A-s J-oy A-nd R-apture D-o O-perate Topic: Birthday of Laine G. Fajardo (June 28) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......

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...With her pet toy in hand and playing, In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking, To her lullaby whilst listening, Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep, Here’s happiness for me sound asleep. T......

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...Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot) by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS (For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and d......

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...Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan (For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN......

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...Tommy joined up in 1914 Though he was really too young He was just seventeen They gave him a uniform They gave him a gun They sent him to France to fight the Hun Why he was fighting he was......

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...L-yrical A-crostic I-s N-icely E-xpressed F-orming A-nother J-oy A-s R-ispetto D-elights O-penly Topic: Birthday of Laine G. Fajardo (June 28) Form: Vertical Monocrostic......

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...As Arkansas could never be Alaska, so no-one wants Montana to be Maine. Could North Dakota claim to be Nebraska? Can Vachel Lindsay double for Hart Crane? If Sing Sing isn’t Appalachian Spring,......

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...hail yee not my empty butterfly for thy heart yet not to die i chose yee being alike in some sort of way not all the day thou art thy pain suffering rain on feathers flying of solitude laine ......

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