Tribute. Poems - Poems about Tribute.

High praise for Talkartoon Betty Boop Her Jazzy theme song Poop poopy doop! My partner thinks she’s a creepy sexpot She’s innocence and sass, shy she’s not! ...

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Popeye The Sailor Man comic strip Popeye Superstrength from a can, “Aye! Aye!” Mumbling’s —I’m strong to the finish Toots his hornpipe— ‘cus I eats my Spinach! I Am What I Am~ Toot Toot 1929 ...

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All I wanted was something to eat, what you gave me was disrespect. This fight in me belongs to each of you, we all live under the American flag. I put on the uniform I held up a rifle to protect all of you from harm’s way. You think that would warrant a smile. At the very least?...

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Milady, you were always loved For twenty-five years, the people honoured you They believed you were one of them Not either royalty or nobility Just the same as they were But you had someone loving you who you did not know No one knows anything about it Just that it arrived on the day you were buried Milady, it must have...

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August the eleventh is a very special day Because happy Jack Ellison is ninety today A talented musician he used to play the banjo With the Canadiana singers, many years ago A ladies' man with a keen eye for the fillies Makes us all laugh with his limerick sillies But Jack he can write serious poetry too He's a proud Canadian through...

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Here's account of pleasure past, As through it we are taken, Not our eye but by our souls Our memories past awaken, Untouched, unchanged, vaults of time, Will always remain unshaken, For if it is that moment nears To make a choice and change the years, Defining who you are in here The answer's never, ever, fear. Lost in woe for thee we mourn, We do...

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In crescendos and surges of light, Beneath the somber, crimson sky, Beyond the shadow's line, He stretched his wings in haste He found and swept an angels heart; They shine and struck embrace And onward flew the angels, By crimson flame and flash We simply stood and stared a while, And heard the trumpets blast. We saw it singed and scorched in light And in the...

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TO BE or NOT Poet-Sonneteer one William Shakespeare a playwright who rhyme & cadence still held so dear. Plays in verse also were his poetic thing thus making our English lingo sing With well known quotes he had his say especially ...

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she breezes in with the April winds a lovely lass pure and romantically inclined baby animals frolic with her in the meadow the tulips struggle toward the sun to whisper hello she is Ostira, Goddess of Spring Refreshing grasses wave in wonderment at the princess Iris stand proudly, hoping to be noticed by their monarch. zinnias sit back and relax, confident in...

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Pastel flowers and velvet greens quickly matured through July days; refining fullness, but alas surrendering to August's phase. Too soon, this time will quickly pass unveiling hints of Autumn's blaze. ...

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He’s someone she once knew. He’s the reason she loves the rain and why she finds herself always waiting for the next storm. The bigger the storm, the more she remembers, sitting on the back porch at Angel Ave, wrapped in his arms. He always made her feel safe during the loud cracks of thunder. The...

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Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways They are actually all different as are cats and bears Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees When working in the woods Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful” He liked to be...

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I’ve only desired to light old lamps with young wicks (the tongues of flame must be blinking hard with vigilance) Across dark, mildewed alcoves that smell of ink —her writing ink — But one thing led to the other, and the ink I Found froze in my eyes, the bottle instantly petrified among desert ruins. I searched, from my village...

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Bed how I love thee Let me count the ways …. Always ready when I am sleepy And in need to rest my weary bones You keep me warm and cosy Are the best company when l feel alone You comfort me when I am unwell Help me to mend and heal Are there when I need to escape the world, When life's...

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You drift along, entrapped within your twists and turns. Where are you going as you stay this winding journey started long ago? What mysteries sleep deep below hushed by your rippling song? With secrets held - you drift. ...

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