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Lunar, you are my reason. – Promote Yourself

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A thousand words are whispered on the beauty of your form,
promises of devotion are created and sworn.
A million gazing souls look to your heart,
everyone seeing distance as being too far.

You are so much more than beauty so much more than light,
It is not your soul purpose to bring vision to the night.

They stop, they gaze and pause in time,
for the moons glorious shine.
They point and wonder where did she hide?
At this new beauty they suddenly find.

But you are so much more than light that illuminates our sky,
Your purpose makes the truest soul cry.

They lay in bed whilst days tick past
wondering how long this moon will last.
As waves crash upon the shore
and moon dust sprinkles to the floor.

And you are all and you are one
as is growth to the blazing sun.

 

Karen Hayward 2015 ©

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My name is Karen, I live in the UK with my husband, daughter and four black cats. I’ve been writing poetry for a few years now and still feel as though I am a newbie with so much to learn. 

“Top 10 Famous, Romantic Love Poems”

LOVEEEEEEEEEEE

As long as there have been poets, there have been love poems. After all, if love cannot inspire, what can? Our minds turn to love on special anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and weddings, but how to express it? We are not all blessed with the gift of poetic words. The list below may include a romantic love poems for him or a love poem for her to serve the occasion but don’t pretend it’s yours. You will look very foolish when you are found out. But love tends to do that to us anyway.

10. ‘Wild Nights’ by Emily Dickinson

Emily-Dickinson-Wild-nights-manuscript

A leading American poet (1830 – 1836), she is one of the most accessible and popular poets. This selection is not typical of her output and is surprisingly passionate for a woman of those times. Dickinson led a secluded life and it’s not certain for whom these lines were intended, ‘might I but moor tonight with thee’. Biographers believe that she may have created a fantasy for herself. But this may also have been a love poem for a man.

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

9. ‘We Are Made One with What We Touch and See’ by Oscar Wilde

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See’ by Oscar Wilde

Of course, it’s well known that Wilde’s romantic exploits got him into trouble, resulting in a two-year sentence for hard labour.  He’s better known for his comedic plays and witty quotes than for his poems. This poem has the joyful line; ‘we draw the spring into our hearts and feel that life is good’. Read the full poem.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!


8. ‘Bright Star’ by John Keats

bright star by john keats

A leading figure amongst the English Romantic poets, many of Keats’ poems are melancholic. He was a doomed man, dying of TB at the age of 26 in a house in Rome where he had gone to improve his health. The house, next to the Spanish Steps, is now a museum dedicated to his life and the life of Shelley. He wrote his poetry in a brief five-year period. Sensual love is celebrated in the line, ‘pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast’.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

7. ‘Another Valentine’ by Wendy Cope

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This is from the point of view of a couple that have been together a long time. At first, Cope seems slightly resentful that she is being forced into making a romantic declaration just because a certain date in the calendar demands it, but she gets into the spirit of the occasion and her love for her man shines through. They are sure of each other, as shown by ‘you know I’m yours and I know you are mine’. It is more difficult to find love poems for him, but “Another Valentine” is just that.

Today we are obliged to be romantic
And think of yet another valentine.
We know the rules and we are both pedantic:
Today’s the day we have to be romantic.
Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.
You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.
And saying that has made me feel romantic,
My dearest love, my darling valentine.

6. ‘A Drinking Song’ by W.B. Yeats

a drinking song by W.B. Yeats

The title does not suggest a love poem and it’s debatable as to how much alcohol consumption is playing a part! Nevertheless, it is a romantic poem. The opening lines are ‘wine comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye’ Let’s hope they don’t regret it in the morning.

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

 

5. ‘Valentine’ by John Fuller

valentine john fuller

Perhaps the least well known poet on the list, he is an English writer, born in 1937, and is the son of the feted poet, Roy Fuller. This is a sensual poem, which celebrates the physical features of his beloved; ‘I like it when you tilt your cheek up’.  It’s a gently teasing poem with fun lines such as ‘I’d like to find you in the shower and chase the soap for half an hour’. Read the full poem.

The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.

4. ‘Love Is’ by Adrian Henri

Love Is by Adrian Henri

The late Henri, along with his fellow Liverpool poets, Roger McGough and Brian Patten, brought poetry to a new generation in their 1967 anthology, ‘The Mersey Sound’. It’s a poem about everyday love between everyday people but is strangely touching. ‘Love is a fan club with only two fans’ and ‘love is what happens when the music stops’.

Love is…
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Love is…

3. ‘How Do I Love Thee’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

how do i love thee by elizabeth barrett browning

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Browning had the advantage of a good education, not given to most Victorian women in England. She blossomed as a poet and found love with fellow writer, Robert Browning. They married against her father’s wishes and eloped to Italy. It doesn’t get any more romantic than that. The opening lines to this romantic love poem are often quoted; ‘how do I love thee, let me count the ways’.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

2. ‘A Red, Red Rose’ by Robert Burns

a red red rose by Robert Burns

This is both a poem and a song, first published in 1794. Burns is one of the most famous Scotsmen in the world and the anniversary of his birth, January 25th, is celebrated around the world with recitations, whiskey and haggis (for those that can stomach it). Burns Night undoubtedly features this romantic poem and the lines, ‘O, my love is like a red, red, rose, that is newly sprung in June’.

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

1. ‘Love Sonnet 130’ by William Shakespeare

love sonnet 130

The most revered playwright in history also found time to compose 154 sonnets, published in 1609. The sonnets are a great source for quotations on the theme of romance, love and passion. He was constantly preoccupied with the relationships between men and women in his writing. Number 130 glories in lines, such as ‘and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare’.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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Pleasure Vs. pressure

The moments of life all add up

Some of it planned,

Most of it pot luck

The stress we receive builds up the pressure,

As we spend our lives,

Seeking all pleasures

The pleasure of love, fun and laughter

The pressures of the past,

Present and after,

But each life is different in every way

Seems like the same old story,

Just on a different day.

By Abbe Cutforth

I want to know what is love

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One thought that lasts

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/i-want-to-know-what-love-is/

What’s love…Oh! The Irony

Oh! Love, That gypsy wanderer

When some people talk about love, _I don’t talk about poets, swan, and dove, Of chimeric thoughts that hover over a dream-catcher net

_But we, like ordinary people, at wee hours, they daydream of that day when they get caught, like a wisp on a stream,

And Of which they never talk and again, they never taught Only longing sometimes, for that as if they were,him a tenebrous Latin lover

and her, my fair lady of one night he came by singing under her balcony, Thither, hither and yon, they have ever met. What’s love…that thing out of your reach Oh! That was the only way of which

Like a thief,  that had left with your valuables, and walked away then left you, with a broken heart alas! He never came back,anyway

And it makes you sometimes  feel lonely, a quantum of solace, to linger at a simple note of sorry, left on a table, at reach of your finger

or like a hungry burglar had eaten your diner, one night while you went for a walk, and of which you never talk.

For years you lived on a whisper, a word that he uttered to you like to a young spouse, the day they just wedded that has her sailor husband, he said it to her the morning he left, and sailed.

_ Her, she stands at the window, peering at things, on the offing At him, the while, the ship, the sole mariner coming Waiting for days, the day they’ll return to the safe harbor, Will find her there, at the moors,  like among other wives With anguish cutting her guts, like hands cutted with knives

Then they’ll be living for a week or two As they often do on lobster they’ll dine, with hot bread and wine,

On Fresh water and d’ amour Like always, and come toujours and then, on left-overs, like everyone. They go sitting there sometimes, at the dock of the bay, Just having small talks, mamours and caresses, wasting time, until the next day going at sea Watching their hearts glowing low like embers, Under the ashes of a bonfire, on a golden shore. at the sole thought, of partir encore.

kissing goodbye  is such sweet sorrow on departing in the tomorrow

I am, sitting here, like dog on the bay, The while, the only thing, waiting for his master to return home Do you return home someday! my love Oh! I am too nostalgic to remembrances,

Sorry, guys, What a mess! I’m drunk of love, I have to go anyway

 “Sittin’ here  resting my bones,

And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, yes”

“Now I’m just go sittin’ there at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away, ooh Wasting time” _Otis  Redding-_(Sitting on) The Dock of the Bay, lyrics

©what’s love_Kalimelo

Rise!

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Ups and downs nurture life

 

Patience and endurance help you survive

 

Never know when life can supply or deprive

 

Jumping into despair is a futile dive

 

Why not refrain and derive?

 

Seek your potentials to contrive

 

Original ways to strive

 

Against balks all along your drive

 

Never lose hope, but thrive

 

Till life gives you five!

 

 

© Chaouki Mkaddem    

May 28th, 2013

in all my sadness

When sun arose to widen sleepy eyelid

A calm begun soon turned memory horrific

We wake shadowed in darkness, a slow embrace

Shattered dreams begun inside stranger despair.

The news however distorted cannot rid

Crying heart, confused eyes, reality’s prolific

Mastery of human nature’s fallible race.

Once thrive her eyes this morning lacking air.

No longer are minds able to disappear

Find shelter beyond the torment of confusion.

Instead again it is sadness, our tears release

That city of lights, extinguished incessant fear

Will rule the day, while gathered in circular motion

We wander, wonder, watchful, gasping for peace.

~

© Thom Amundsen 2015

http://thinkingoutloudagain.com

Trying To Understand

 

Poppy and the bluebird


Poppy was basking in the sunlight

She was sitting in her favourite place

Looking up into the blue sky

The sun was shinning upon her face

 

She sat there and all was peaceful

She felt so relaxed and calm

Knowing that she was safe on her toadstool

She knew she would come to no harm

 

Excuse me, said a little blue bird

I cannot find my way back to my nest

My wings are very weak from flying

Can I stay awhile to take a rest?

 

Poppy took pity on the little blue bird

She allowed the little bird to stay

While the little bird was sleeping

Poppy opened her wings and flew away

 

She circled the forest many times

Looking for the little blue birds nest

This became very tiring for Poppy

So, she settled in a tree for a rest

 

Whilst resting in the tree for a while

A little bird said excuse me have you heard

I have been looking all day in the forest

Trying to find my little blue bird

 

So, they both flew back together

To find the little blue bird fast asleep

His mother was so pleased to find him

She gave him a loving kiss on his beak

 

Mother bird was so grateful to Poppy

For finding her little blue bird that day

Then they both kissed each other

Saying goodbye as they both flew away
Malcolm Bradshaw
NOTTINGHAM POET

A man with no name

Clint had a glint in is eye

Eastwood my name

With stubble on his chin

Black Stetson and poncho

And a colt 45 strapped to is side,

Fast on the draw

He wasn’t good, bad, or even ugly

With a fistful of dollars

The man with no name,

He would blow cigar smoke

Right into your face

He would play cards

And pull out an ace

Or you can try a magnum for size,

He is a high plains drifter

A man with no name

Who knows,

Dirty Harry, Josey Wales,

And an orang-utan Called Clyde

Play misty for me Clint

And make my day,

He sits at the bar in ‘Hogs breaths inn’

Look here comes the honky-tonk man

Have you seen the film’s,

City heat or Firefox

So what’s your name?

Rowdy Yate’s, Dirty Harry, Josey Wales

Or are you the man with no name?

No it’s Clint Eastwood

The mayor of Carmel

In the U.S.A.

Thomas Sims

CHRISTIANITY IS NOT A MYTH

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Dreams


Rest your head and close your eyes
I will sing you a lullaby
Clear your head of all your thoughts
Ease your mind of worrying sorts,
Drift off into a peaceful dream
Imagine the beautiful things you’ve seen,
Float on a fluffy cloud above
Where nothing matters but the ones you love,
Think of all tomorrows fun
Soon will rise the morning sun.

By Abbe Cutforth

NOTTINGHAM POET

Promote yourself, What’s love

 
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           What’s love…Oh! The Irony

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My Angel In The Sky

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It’s very hard for me to say

Things that are in my heart

The emotions that I’m feeling

I am lost and don’t know where to start

My life has been shattered

My life now is not worthwhile

For all that I ever loved

Has gone with your beautiful smile

I know that you are no longer suffering

I thank God you are no longer in pain

But alas my aching heart is now broken

And for me my life will not be the same

The many years I will treasure

All our memories will forever last

The life we spent together

Have flown away so fast

I know one day we shall be together

As the days and years pass by

One day my love I will join you

My angel in the sky

Malcolm Bradshaw

NOW AND THEN

deep thoughts

Once deep thoughts ruled
The day,
Now the struggle
Is to stay awake.

Once creative labor
Ruled the day,
Now keeping house
Takes priority.

Once the lives of loved ones
Ruled the day,
Now distant memories
Fill the void.

Once hope of things to come
Ruled the day,
Now the end
Draws near.

So it is
The cycle reaches conclusion,
So it is,
A live spent.

Walt Trizna

https://walttriznastories.wordpress.com/

One thought that lasts

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…Oh! The Irony

Oh! Love, That gypsy wanderer

When some people talk about love,
_I don’t talk about poets, swan, and dove,
Of chimeric thoughts that hover
over a dream-catcher net

_But we, like ordinary people,
at wee hours, they daydream
of that day when they get caught,
like a wisp on a stream,

And Of which they never talk
and again, they never taught
Only longing sometimes, for that
as if they were,him a tenebrous Latin lover

and her, my fair lady of one night
he came by singing under her balcony,
Thither, hither and yon, they have ever met.
What’s love…that thing out of your reach
Oh! That was the only way of which

Like a thief,  that had left
with your valuables, and walked away
then left you, with a broken heart alas!
He never came back,anyway

And it makes you sometimes  feel lonely,
a quantum of solace, to linger
at a simple note of sorry,
left on a table, at reach of your finger

or like a hungry burglar
had eaten your diner,
one night while you went for a walk,
and of which you never talk.

For years you lived on a whisper,
a word that he uttered to you
like to a young spouse, the day they just wedded
that has her sailor husband, he said it
to her the morning he left, and sailed.

_ Her, she stands at the window,
peering at things, on the offing
At him, the while, the ship,
the sole mariner coming
Waiting for days, the day
they’ll return to the safe harbor,
Will find her there, at the moors,  like among other wives
With anguish cutting her guts, like hands cutted with knives

Then they’ll be living for a week or two
As they often do
on lobster they’ll dine,
with hot bread and wine,

On Fresh water and d’ amour
Like always, and come toujours
and then, on left-overs, like everyone.
They go sitting there sometimes,
at the dock of the bay,
Just having small talks, mamours and caresses,
wasting time, until the next day going at sea
Watching their hearts glowing low like embers,
Under the ashes of a bonfire, on a golden shore.
at the sole thought, of partir encore.

kissing goodbye  is such sweet sorrow
on departing in the tomorrow

I am, sitting here, like dog on the bay,
The while, the only thing, waiting for his master to return home
Do you return home someday! my love
Oh! I am too nostalgic to remembrances,

Sorry, guys, What a mess! I’m drunk of love, I have to go anyway

 “Sittin’ here  resting my bones,

And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, yes”

“Now I’m just go sittin’ there
at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away, ooh Wasting time” _Otis  Redding-_(Sitting on) The Dock of the Bay, lyrics

©what’s love_Kalimelo

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/i-want-to-know-what-love-is/

 decay
 
These are difficult times in which we live today
A world in which the powers of evil seem to hold sway
They are times which call for clear thinking
and courageous action
If the world is ever to feel any sense of satisfaction
 
Around us we see signs of environmental and moral decay
And ponder on what we can do to save the day
There is little that an individual can do
But a combined effort could see us safely thro
 
For too long parliament has presided over
our country’s deterioration
And passed laws which have led to moral degradation
We have all been weak when we should have been tough
And told the politicians that we have had enough
 
We should never be afraid to do or say the things we should
Knowing that in the long term this is for everybody’s good
We should always be prepared to speak our mind
For sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind
 
The responsibility for this is yours and mine
For our failure to speak in the past led to this decline
And if we continue in not having our say
It will only accelerate the process of decay
 
We have allowed this process to go on for too long
And have accepted many charges which we knew to be wrong
It is so easy to blame others for our fate

So we should speak out now before it is too late.

Ron Martin

WHITE RABBIT OR WHAT DO YOU SAY THE FIRST DAY OF EACH MONTH TO BRING YOU LUCK?

Super rabbit rabbit rabbit or white rabbit

What do you say first day of each month

To bring you luck

 
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“Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is one variant of a common British superstition which states that a person should say or repeat the word “rabbit” or “rabbits”, or say the phrase “white rabbits”, or some combination of these elements, out loud upon waking on the first day of the month, because doing so will ensure good luck for the duration of that month. Today, it is a frequent tradition in many English-speaking countries.

“My two daughters are in the habit of saying ‘Rabbits!’ on the first day of each month. The word must be spoken aloud, and be the first word said in the month. It brings luck for that month. Other children, I find, use the same formula.”The exact origin of the superstition is unknown, though it was recorded in Notes and Queries as being said by children in 1909:

In response to this note another contributor said that his daughter believed that the outcome would be a present, and that the word must be spoken up the chimney to be most effective; another pointed out that the word rabbit was often used in expletives, and suggested that the superstition may be a survival of the ancient belief in swearing as a means of avoiding evil.

It appeared in a work of fiction in 1922:

“Why,” the man in the brown hat laughed at him, “I thought everybody knew ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.’ If you say ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit’—three times, just like that—first thing in the morning on the first of the month, even before you say your prayers, you’ll get a present before the end of the month.”

Today it has spread to many English-speaking countries and in the United States the tradition is common in New England, in particular in Massachusetts andVermont,[citation needed] although, like all folklore, determining its exact area of distribution is difficult. The superstition may be related to the broader belief in the rabbit or hare being a “lucky” animal, as exhibited in the practice of carrying a rabbit’s foot for luck.[citation needed]

During the mid-1990’s, U.S. children’s cable channel Nickelodeon helped popularize the superstition in the United States as part of its “Nick Days”, where during commercial breaks it would show an ad about the significance of the current date, whether it be an actual holiday, a largely-uncelebrated unofficial holiday, or a made-up day if nothing else is going on that specific day. (The latter would be identified as a “Nickelodeon holiday”.) Nickelodeon would promote the last day of each month as “Rabbit Rabbit Day” and to remind kids to say it the next day, unless the last day of that specific month was an actual holiday, such as Halloween and New Year’s Eve.This practice stopped by the late 1990’s.

Rabbits have not always been thought of as lucky, however. In the 19th century, for example, fishermen would not say the word while at sea, and in South Devon to see a white rabbit in one’s village when a person was very ill was regarded as a sure sign that the person would die.

As with most folklore, which is traditionally spread by word of mouth, there are numerous variants of the superstition, in some cases specific to a certain time period or region.

  • “When I was a very little boy I was advised to always murmur ‘White rabbits’ on the first of every month if I wanted to be lucky. From sheer force of unreasoning habit I do it still—when I think of it. I know it to be preposterously ludicrous, but that does not deter me.” – Sir Herbert Russell, 1925.
  • “Even Mr. Roosevelt, the President of the United States, has confessed to a friend that he says ‘Rabbits’ on the first of every month—and, what is more, he would not think of omitting the utterance on any account.” – Newspaper article, 1935.
  • “On the first day of the month say ‘Rabbit! rabbit! rabbit!’ and the first thing you know you will get a present from someone you like very much.” Collected by the researcher Frank C. Brown in North Carolina in the years between 1913 and 1943.
  • “If you say ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit’ the first thing when you wake up in the morning on the first of each month you will have good luck all month.” Collected by Wayland D. Hand in Pennsylvania before 1964.
  • “Say ‘Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit’ at the first of the month for good luck and money.” Collected by Ernest W. Baughman in New Mexico before 1964.
  • “…it must be ‘White Rabbit’ … but you must also say ‘Brown Rabbit’ at night and walk downstairs backwards.” Reported in a small survey that took place in Exeter, Devon in 1972.
  • “Ever since I was 4 years old, I have said ‘White Rabbits’ at the very moment of waking on every single first day of every single month that has passed.” Simon Winchester, 2006.
  • “…the more common version ‘rabbit, rabbit, white rabbit’ should be said upon waking on the first day of each new month to bring good luck.”
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