Olive At Midnight

An olive at midnight

Green

shiny

globe

of
black

The size of a dirty workman's thumb

They (the olives) tumble towards me

Down hills and in still slick lakes of olive oil

I meet my dark shining olive

By suprise

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poem by Yvette Smith
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Olive flowers in June, olives in the hand.

Corsican proverbs
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The Olive Of Peace

Now sheath'd is the Sword that was wild as the blast:
The Tempest of Slaughter and Terror is past;
Old ALBION her Neighbour all smilingly hails—
For the OLIVE of PEACE blooms again in our Vales!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay:
'Matchless is he
Who planted thee;
And mayst thou like him immortal be!'

Divinest of Olives, O, never was seen
A bloom so enchanting, a verdure so green!
Sweet, sweet do thy Beauties entwiningly smile
In the Vine-tree of France and the Oak of our Isle!
Beam on the day,
Thou Olive gay, &c.

Long, long did thy envied Exotic delay,
'Till the voice of HUMANITY charm'd thee away;
And here, ever here mayst thou bloom in repose,

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poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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In The Garden Of Olives

the garden of olives is silent.
it has been silent for years.

no one wants to tell its story.
about a garden of olives and

how blood reaches there
there it is, unreached by humanity,

untouched by the fingers of civilization
certified virgin garden of olives.

three shadows on twilight.
gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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September brings acorn and olives.

Sicilian proverbs
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A Highly-Colored Romance

Ben Green was a New-Hampshire boy,
Who stood full six feet two:
A jovial chap this same Ben Green,
Though he had oft been blue.
He loved a girl named Olive Brown,
Who lived near Bixby's pond,
And who, despite her brunette name,
Was a decided blonde.
"A Highly Colored Romance."
A pink of rare perfection she,
The belle of all the town;
Though Ben oft wished her Olive Green,
Instead of Olive Brown.
And she loved Ben, and said that nought
Should mar their joy serene;
And, when she changed from Olive Brown,
'Twould surely be to Green.
She kept her word in-violet,
And vowed, ere she was wed,
Although when Brown she had Be(e)n Green.

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poem by Charles Follen Adams from Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems
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Popeye & Olive

[We could write a song together... What do you wanna write about? Whoa, very massive respone, okay, Popeye and Olive]
Popeye had a girlfriend
She was named Olive
Popeye had a girlfriend
She was named Olive
[See, they'll crowd surf to anything... a song about Popeye and Olive]

song performed by Veruca Salt
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You'll never be sated with bread and olives.

Sicilian proverbs
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A year of snow, bodes a good year for olives.

Sicilian proverbs
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When the olive tree blooms during April, olives are harvested with barrels, when it blossoms in June, they are harvested in handfuls.

Sicilian proverbs
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I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter's gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.

quote by Yasser Arafat
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They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.

quote by Henry David Thoreau
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An Olive Fire

An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine,
The brassy fire-irons wink and shine. . . .
Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.

An olive fire's a household shrine:
A crusty loaf, a jug of wine,
An apple and a chunk of cheese -
Oh I could be content with these.
But if my curse of oil is there,
To fry a fresh-caught fish, I swear
I do not envy any king,
As sitting by my hearth I sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.

When old and worn, of life I tire,

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poem by Robert William Service
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An olive branch

Can that happen ever?
Wars are averted forever
Olive branch in one hand with message of peace
For millions of people to live at ease

Many may doubt and see it as impossible
The wars are imposed and forcible
Slight provocation can engulf entire world
No country can afford to keep the relation in cold

Has world ever witnessed winning of war without fight?
Who would judge our action and emphatically say right?
Can peace be taken as last hope to see the light?
The peace should not be lost out of sight

Yes, mere gesture or process with olive branch is imprcaticable
The impossible result is achieved through and histroy can be tracable
World with the piles of atmoic weapons can’t dare to fight
Only peace with olive branch can lead us and make it alright

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Olives harvested with a heavy staff will produce poor tasting oil.

Sicilian proverbs
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Petrafendola from Modica, Bread from Ragusa, and olives from Chiaramonte.

Sicilian proverbs
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Olive Me

olive me, why not take all?
can't you see i'm no good without you?
take these arms i wanna loose 'em
take these lips i'll never use them.
your goodbye left me with eyes
how can i go one day without you?
you took the best, so why not take the rest?
why not take olive me?
olive me, why not take all of me?
can't you see i'm no good without you?
take these arms, i wanna loose 'em
take these lips, i'll never use them.
your goodbye left me with eyes that cry
how can i go one day without?
you took the part that once was my heart
why not take olive me

song performed by NOFX
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Uncollected olives, left at random fill neither the saddle bag nor the little sack.

Sicilian proverbs
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In the Shadow

In the shadow
I live in the shadow
the shadow of the mountain
Vesuvius.

the days are warm
The soil is fertile
I grow olives and I grow
rich.

Long ago the mountain rumbled
spewing lava, pumice stone
Pliny told us of the horror
Pompeians dying in their homes.

the days are warm
The soil is fertile
I grow olives and I grow
old..

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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Fortune and olives are alike: sometimes a man has an abundance and other times not any.

Peruvian proverbs
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