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  • Rookie Bob Deacon (11/14/2013 4:09:00 AM) Post reply
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    Hi PoemHunters

    I am trying to find a poem which was published in the original version of The Mersey Sound in 1967. I cant remember the title but I can remember the the following lines. Daffodils grow in the shadows of your hair. Waterfalls in the hollows of your throat. Your body a bright lake seen between houses catching the early morning sun.

    Does anyone know the title and author of the poem?

    Bob

  • Rookie Robert Macdonald (11/11/2013 7:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    What poem contains this brief excerpt:

    some ghaists haunt hooses,
    this ain haunts my hert,
    an' aye hearken for its lichtlie step

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    • Rookie Laura Burns (11/12/2013 10:44:00 AM) Post reply

      " Some Ghaists Haunt Hooses" by Kate Bone. I do not have the poem, but it can be found in Catherine Kerrigan's book, An Anthology of Scottish Women Poets.

  • Rookie Kris Begin (11/11/2013 7:00:00 AM) Post reply

    Looking for a poem I heard in school many years ago that ends something like this: " and in a galaxy far away, a child makes a wish upon the star we loved and threw away"

  • Rookie Candy Olea (11/10/2013 3:38:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello
    I am trying to find a poem, for the program for my Aunt's funeral and all my cousins can remember is the last line is, " if you love me you will lay a yellow rose at my feet, " . I am not able to find this poem. If anyone can help me I would be so happy.

  • Rookie Paul Davies (11/8/2013 1:10:00 PM) Post reply

    Hello! Despite numerous online searches, I can't find the author of a particular poem, my partner wants to include it as a reading at their funeral (when such a time eventually transpires) . I managed to find the poem in its' entirety and what I desperately need to know is the title and author. Here it is and thank you in advance:

    " I am in the wind that blows on a bitter cold day.
    I am the sunshine's one and only ray.
    I am in the laughter of every child playing.
    I am in the words that people are saying.
    I am the river roaring so fast.
    I am the line that has just been cast.
    I am the mountain so tall and steep.
    I am the animal that walks and creeps.
    I am in the baby's newborn cry.
    I am the brightest star in the sky.
    I am the song that has just been sung.
    I am gone but my life has just begun.
    I am in the tears of all those who weep.
    I am happy, and that promise I will keep.
    Do not cry for me for I am home,
    Forever in heaven I shall roam.
    Do not cry for me for I am here,
    I'll be with you always, so have no fear."

  • Rookie Harvey Wright (11/7/2013 2:54:00 PM) Post reply

    Anyone know the title and author of (first line) ' WE HELD HIS HORSE AT THE COURTYARD GATE'?

  • Rookie - 885 Points Herbert Guitang (11/7/2013 8:11:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello honorable Poet
    Kindly read my new poems " Happy Birthday"

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  • Rookie Barney Baynham (11/3/2013 4:01:00 AM) Post reply

    Hi I am looking for what I believe is a 13th century poem. Part of it is something like:

    I have been searching for you all of my life
    You have always been there
    ????????
    You come to toward me

    Very vague im afraid. I heard it put to music as a Kirtan chant if any one can help, one of many verses I believe

  • Rookie Angela Landry (11/2/2013 6:02:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I looking for the title and or author for a poem I found on a tombstone, the lines are as follows:
    But why it was that the whole world wasted
    This you will know when they count the tears
    After the dust of the grave is tasted
    After this noise of years

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    • Rookie Laura Burns (11/2/2013 7:40:00 PM) Post reply

      It is part of a longer poem: VIRGILIA by Edwin Markham I Had we two gone down the world together, I had made fair ways for the feet of Song, And the world s fang been but a foam-soft ... more

  • Rookie Ebin Binkley (11/2/2013 6:41:00 AM) Post reply

    I remember this poem as a child. It is from a very large book of classic poems. The poem its about sleep. It may be 6 to 10 lines long. The line that I can't get out of my head is " the wicked take 11" or something to that effect. It also references other amounts of sleep and their effect or merit. Help me please....

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