Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Diddy Levine
In the later forties
When diddy levine lived with eunice king
He gave her the ring that she wore
Janice the smiling daughter
Who came from a marriage way before
But eunice was the father that she always saw
Though they never never never never told her
She always knew the score
You see kids were so much wiser after the wars
But diddy hadnt have enough
She had to get some more
On a ration piece of paper, she wrote eunice, Im not sure
And with her child in her arms
She went looking for a fling
Besides, she didnt like the name mrs. king
The first time that she heard damper dan
Was on the radio
Crooning at a volume that was way, way down low
Diddy was surprised to hear that dampers name was dan
Soon after he was a calling
And he asked, begged and pleaded for her hand
Dampers heart was dampened
When diddy answered no, no, no, no, no
But if she changed her mind, she said dan, Ill let you know
With her child in her arms
She went looking for man
Besides, she didnt like the name damper dan
Janice the smiling daughter grew up to be a teenage queen
Through all of her mothers lovers
She kept the name levine
Behind the picture house she first made her scene
With a boy called allister
Who was dating a friend called celine
And celine wasnt mad when janice came in between
But allister got scared when he heard
And he joined the usa marines
Inheritance, you see, runs through every family
Who is to say what is to be is any better
Over and over it goes, goodness and badness winds blow
Over and over, over and over
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over
The good and the bad winds blow
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Get Off My Mind
I wish I can get you off my mind.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
I wish you wouldn't be on it...
All the time.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
You're not the ordinary kind...
That's easy for someone to find.
But you affect with permanence.
And I'm convinced your passion will last!
Because you're all in my mind!
You trap fast,
And confine!
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah get off my mind!
I wanna take my time!
Oooh...
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy,
Doo wah doo.
Doo wah diddy doo wah diddy...
Get off my mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Remember?
Little richard sang it and dick clark brought it to life
Danny and the juniors hit a groove, stuck as sharp as a knife
Well now do you remember all the guys that gave us rock and roll
Chuck berrys gotta be the greatest thing sthats come along
(hum diddy waddy, hum diddy wadda)
He made the guitar beats and wrote the all-time greatest song
(hum diddy waddy, hum diddy wadda)
Well now do you remember all the guys that gave us rock and roll
(hum diddy waddy doo)
Elvis presley is the king
Hes the giant of the day
Paved the way for the rock and roll stars
Yeah the critics kept a knockin
But the stars kept a rockin
And the choppin didnt get very far
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Nothins really movin till the saxophones ready to blow
(do you remember, do you remember)
And the beats not jumpin till the drummer says hes ready to go
(do you remember, do you remember)
Well now do you remember all the guys that gave us rock and roll
(do you remember)
Lets hear the high voice wail (oooooooooo)
And hear the voice down low (wah-ah ah-ah)
Lets hear the background
Um diddy wadda, um diddy wadda
Um diddy wadda, um diddy wadda
They gave us rock and roll
Um diddy wadda, um diddy wadda
They gave us rock and roll
Um diddy wadda, um diddy wadda
They gave us rock and roll
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Doo Wah Diddy Diddy
(jeff barrie and ellie greenwich)
There she was just a-walkin down the street,
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Snappin her fingers and shufflin her feet,
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
She looked good, looked good
She looked fine, looked fine
She looked good, she looked fine
And I nearly lost my mind
Before I knew it she was walkin next to me.
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Holdin my hand just as natural as can be,
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
We walked on, walked on
To my door, my door
We walked on to my door,
Then we kissed a little more
Wo-o-o-oh, I knew we were falling in love,
Yes I did, and so I told her all the things
That Id been dreamin of
Now were toget her nearly every single day,
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Were so happy and that how were gonna stay,
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Im hers, Im hers
Shes mine, shes mine
Im hers, shes mine,
Wedding bells are gonna chime
Wo-o-o-oh, I knew we were falling in love,
Yes I did, and so I told her all the things
That Id been dreamin of
Now were togther nearly every single day
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Were so happy and that how were gonna stay
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Im hers, Im hers
Shes mine, shes mine
Im hers, shes mine,
Wedding bells are gonna chime
Singin, do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
Do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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It is going to be changed to straight P. Diddy. You could call me P. or Diddy, or P. Diddy. I just want something fresh, man.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Diddy Doo Wop (I Hear The Voices)
Lyrics & Music: Daryl Hall, John Oates
Look at me, I'm running
Ooh, what have I done
Oh, I must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, I hear the Voices deep inside
And the Voice is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Keep singing Diddy Doo Wop
Charlie liked the Beatles
Sam, he liked Rich Girl
I'm still hung up on the Duke of Earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the Doo Wop Voices everywhere
Oh, the Duke is singing
Diddy Doo Wop Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Diddy Doo Wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when I stop
Diddy Doo Wop
I hear the Voices
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Diddy Doo Wop
Lyrics & music: daryl hall, john oates
Look at me, i'm running
Ooh, what have i done
Oh, i must have hurt someone
Dark in subway station
Gimme place to hide
Oh, i hear the voices deep inside
And the voice is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Keep singing diddy doo wop
Charlie liked the beatles
Sam, he liked rich girl
I'm still hung up on the duke of earl
Reaching for the handle
Slicing through the air
Oh, the doo wop voices everywhere
Oh, the duke is singing
Diddy doo wop oh oh oh oh oh
Diddy doo wop
Well, it starts in my head and it ends when i stop
Diddy doo wop
I hear the voices
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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You and Jackson Pollock.
How's the girl
with the red beret?
your sister asked
she'd seen you
and Janice
and her gran
on the way home
from school
she probably walking
with her friend
following behind
and Janice said
I made a picture today
out of cut up
pieces of paper
and the teacher said
it was the best
she'd seen
her gran said
Now now Janice
mustn't boast
I expect
there were other pictures
equally as good
But teacher said it
not me
Janice replied
Did you make a picture?
her gran asked you
her eyes falling on you
and taking in
your look
like a rabbit caught
in headlamps of a car
in the night
Yes
you said
I made a picture
of a morning sunset
out of red and yellow
and green for the grass
and blue for the sky
Janice smiled
and touched your hand
surreptitiously
her small hand
feeling along
your skin
Did you make it
out of cut up
pieces of paper too?
her gran asked
you sensed Janice's fingers
squeezing into your hand
No
you replied
I did it with water colour paints
and what did teacher say?
her gran asked
she said it reminded her
of a Jackson Pollock
whoever he is
you said
looking at Janice's red beret
and her hair
coming from beneath
so wonderfully
unlike your
short back and sides
and unlike her hair
with its red coloured
hair slides.
poem by Terry Collett
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Headlong
Words and music by queen
And youre rushing headlong youve got a new goal
And youre rushing headlong out of control
And you think youre so strong
But there aint no stopping
And theres nothin you can do about it
Nothin you can do no theres nothin you can do about it
No theres nothin you can nothin you can nothin you can
Do about it
And youre rushing headlong youve got a new goal
And youre rushing headlong out of control
And you think youre so strong
But there aint no stopping no theres nothin you can do
About it
Yeah
Hey he used to be a man with a stick in his hand
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Now youve got soup in the laundry bag
Now youve got strings youre gonna lose your rag
Youre gettin in a fight
Then it aint so groovy when youre screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap b movie
Headlong down the highway and youre rushing
Headlong out of control
And you think youre so strong
But there aint no stopping and you cant stop rockin
And theres nothin you can nothin you can nothin you can
Do about it
When a red hot man meets a white hot lady
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Soon the fire starts raging gets you more than half crazy
Hoop diddy diddy - hoop diddy do
Now they start freaking everywhere you turn
You cant start walking cause your feet got burned
It aint no time to figure wrong from right
Cause reasons out of the window better hold on tight
Youre rushing headlong
Headlong out of control - yeah
And you think youre so strong
But there aint no stopping
And theres nothin you nothin you nothin you can do about
It at all
Yeah yeah
Alright - go
And youre rushing headlong down the highway
And youre rushing headlong out of control
And you think youre so strong
But there aint no stopping
Theres nothin nothin nothin you can do about it
Ah ha
Headlong
Yeah yeah yeah
Headlong
Headlong
Headlong
Gnoldeah gnoldeah gnoldeah gnoldeah
song performed by by Queen
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Venice U. S. A.
Found myself, found myself
Oh, in a restaurant in venice
Found myself
Oh, in a restaurant in venice
I was talkin to my baby
In a restaurant down in venice
When I found myself
Down in venice
And Im cryin
But my tears, but my tears
Are filled with joy
And Im walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Chorus:
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
Dum derra dum dum diddy diddy dah dah
As Im leaving venice, as Im leaving venice
As Im leaving venice
All the streets are wet with rain
And in my memory, and in my memory
And in my memory
I remember it well
And I take a stroll
Oh, see the ships come sailing in
In the harbor in the harbor
Down in venice
And Im cryin
But my tears, but my tears
Are filled with joy
And Im walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Repeat chorus
Walkin in venice and Im cryin
Oh, as Im walkin in venice, walkin in venice
And Im cryin
Well, Im walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk walk, walk
Walkin in venice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I walk and I walk and I walk and I walk
Well, Im walkin in venice
I walk and I walk and I walk
And I feel you and I see you as Im walkin
Down in venice
Now sing a song, goes like this:
Repeat chorus & fade
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Shake Ya Tailfeather
(feat. Murphy Lee, P. Diddy)
[Intro: Atlanta Braves tomahawk chop]
[Nelly (P. Diddy)]
We do it for fun
We just do it for fun
Dirty E.N.T
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun (This is history baby)
Bend them trucks
We do it for fun (haha)
Stack them bucks
We do it for fun (Come on now)
And the band played on (yea)
Just like (I believe you cool to this)
We do it for fun
If you see me ma
We do it for fun
[P. Diddy]
Bad Boys 2, the soundtrack
Let's Go
[Verse 1: Nelly (P. Diddy)]
come here girl
What your name is?
Where you from?
Turn around who you came with?
Is that your ass or your momma have reindeer?
I can't explain it but damn sure glad you came here
I'm still a sucker for cornrows, you know I never changed that (nah uh)
Your body is banging mamma, but where your brains at? (Come on)
I'm still the same cat when I was young I was running with bad boys
But now I'm older hope they saw I'm running with bad boys (that's right)
Here come another man
Unlike no other man
Candy coated whoa!
Switching every other lane
Ya'll help me
Why don't cha
Please help me
8th girl this week and its only Tuesday
I like the cocky bow legged ones
Like white and Dominicans
Hispanics and Asians
Shake it for Nelly son
Manolos Ma-no-no's I can't tell
Everybody and their hootchies
When you do it do it well
[Braves tomahawk chop done in background of Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Nelly] Let me see you take it off
[P. D.] Girl go and take it off
[Nelly] We can even do
song performed by by Nelly
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Young Traitor
Gran said
you can come with us
to the fair
Janice said
Provided your mum agrees
of course but Gran's
already asked your mum
so it's all right
you stood outside
the school gates
waiting for your mother
to come and pick you up
and so you said
Oh right that'll be good
but you didn't want Helen
to know you were going
to the fair with Janice
and even though
you hadn't planned it
or asked for it
you still felt guilty
about going
with Janice to the fair
and when Helen
came out of school
and stood waiting
next to you
for her mother
you hoped Janice
wouldn't say
anything about it
but Janice just stood there
smiling looking at Helen
as if to say he's going with me
to the fair and you're not
and Helen gazed at Janice
at the same time
putting her hand
near yours
and you could feel
her hand brush
against yours
and then she turned
and looked at you
through her
thick lens glasses
her eyes searching you
like a navigator
looking for a fresh route
to a new world
and Janice moved closer
on your other side
her hand seeking out
a finger to hold
and she said
Look here comes Gran
and she released
your finger and ran
and you stood with Helen
waiting
knowing her hand
was warm and feeling yours
and hoping she couldn't
read minds
or thoughts
or know about the fair
and she said suddenly
giving your hand a squeeze
Here's your mum and mine
let's go meet them
and off you ran
following behind
feeling a sense of betrayal
being a traitor to Helen
in your 7 year old mind.
poem by Terry Collett
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Intro/Medley
[P Diddy talking]
Q, Mike, Slim Daron...
Da Twelve...
Theres been a lot of drama along the way...
A lotta ups and downs...
Lotta hits...
They've just begun...
Everybody...
Put ya hands together...
Bad Boy, Def Jam, One Twelve...
We did it again baby!!
Let's go...
[112]
Twelves on top
We can do it fast or slow
Let us touch your soul
Just wont stop
Twelves about to lose control
So sit back and enjoy the show
This is how we flow...
[Diddy talking]
we did it again, the twelve, A.T.L Georgia
[112]
This is how we flow...
[Diddy talking]
we did it again baby...and we wont stop, we cant stop.
where them ladies at? where them thugs at?
[112]
This is how we flow...
[Diddy talking]
bounce, bounce, bounce, c'mon, bounce, c'mon, bounce, c'mon bounce, c'mon bounce, c'mon
bounce...
Ya'll aint ready...Q, Mike, Slim, Daron...Show em how it's done...
[112]
This is how we flow...
[Diddy talking]
Show em how it's done...
song performed by by 112
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Diddy Ba Bin
wa wa diddy ba
oer the way of kuriga
searched for love
and found a cave
and from above
a pact was made
and there he spent
the rest his days
saying wa wa diddy ba
searched for love and
found a voice
which gave him then
a bowl filled thrice
and everywhere the ba ba went
his bowl was filled
with sticky rice
the years wore on
the days wore thin
and what was left of ba ba bin
was found among the curios
and a bowl filled full
of cheerios
poem by George Murdock
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Talk Over Tea.
Janice's gran
had left the room
to fetch another
pot of tea
and Janice said
Are you coming on
the day trip to the seaside?
I'm not sure
you replied
Oh please do
Janice said
Then we can be together
and I won't have to spend time
with those giggly girls
from the gospel group
you looked at her fair hair
and the way her eyes
were on you
and how precise
her lips were
when she spoke
I'm not sure my parents
can afford it
you said
Oh it's free for kids
whose parents are poor
she said
And after all
it's part of the point
of the whole thing
to show Christian values
and so on
and she smiled
and put her hand
on yours
under the table
as her gran came in
with the teapot
What are you two
talking about?
Gran asked
putting the teapot
down on the table
Janice's hand
squeezed yours
under the table
Oh just about the day trip
to the seaside
Janice said
Are you going too?
her gran asked you
you hesitated
and then said
Yes I think so
and Janice looked at you
her blue eyes bright
and she said
Isn't that good Gran?
Yes indeed
her gran said
and poured tea
into your cup
and added milk
and sugar
and Janice's hand
left yours
and the absence
of the warmth
of her hand
felt like
a dying world
in a vast galaxy
or drowning
in a deep blue sea.
poem by Terry Collett
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Janice and You and the Spider
You stood
in the playground
of St Jude's school
which was really
the basement
of a bombed out house
which had been gutted
and the basement tarmaced
and the walls
were still there
where kids climbed up
and around
the thin ledge
when Janice
put her hands
over your eyes
and said
guess who?
and you put
your hands
into the pockets
of your short trousers
and said
Miss Murphy
or Miss Ashdown?
no
Janice said
it's me
and she removed
her hands
from over your eyes
and you turned around
and looked at her
and she had
her red beret on
and a pink scarf
around her neck
to keep out
the cold
you must
have known
it was me
she said
who else
would put their hands
over your eyes?
her eyes were bright
and you thought
you could see yourself
in them
as if they were small mirrors
Jupp might do
or maybe Carmody
you said smiling
she didn't smile back
but pulled her lips
tight in a line
then she took your hand
and pulled you
along the path
that led
to the school toilets
and pushed you
inside a cubicle
and shut the door
behind you both
and said
don't you love me?
there was a large spider
hanging from
the cistern chain
close to
her red beret
and it hung there
suspended
swaying back
and forth
and you said
of course I do
right down
to your white socks
but there's a spider
above your head
and she looked up
and screamed
and a voice
outside the door
asked
are you all right
in there?
Janice's eyes widened
and she watched
as the spider
moved up the chain
and she said
yes it's all right
Miss Murphy
just a small spider
and you stood there
next to Janice
wondering what
Miss Murphy
would say
if she saw you
and Janice
in the lavatory
together
and the voice said
ok as long
as you
are all right
and the footsteps
moved away
and Janice took
your hand in hers
and you sensed
how cold it was
slightly blue
and it was just
9 year old Janice
and the big spider
and 9 year old you.
poem by Terry Collett
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Joey
Born in red hook, brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just
Because.
Larry was the oldest, joey was next to last.
They called joe crazy, the baby they called kid blast.
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle larry, joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin he was bulletproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.
The hostages were tremblin when they heard a man exclaim,
Lets blow this place to kingdom come, let con edison take the blame.
But joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, were not those kind of men.
Its peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department hounded him, they called him mr. smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
What time is it? said the judge to joey when they met
Five to ten, said joey. the judge says, thats exactly what you get.
He did ten years in attica, reading nietzsche and wilhelm reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men cause they seemed to understand
What its like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.
When they let him out in 71 hed lost a little weight
But he dressed like jimmy cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want whats mine.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
Im around too many children, hed say, they should never know of one.
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, tell em it was crazy joe.
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in new york
He could see it comin through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of little italy.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister jacqueline and carmela and mother mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend frankie say, he aint dead, hes just asleep.
Then I saw the old mans limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.
The sun turned cold over president street and the town of brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if gods in heaven overlookin his preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Janice and You At London Bridge
It was the fourth day
since the break up
from school
for the summer vacation
and you were riding
with Janice
on the bus
to London Bridge
and she was wearing
the lemon coloured dress
you liked
that came to the knees
which were pressed
together
and the brown sandals
with the patterned holes
and the red beret
on her fair hair
was swaying
with the motion
of the bus
opposite you
was a man
wearing a trilby
and a moustache
who kept looking at you
with his dark eyes
his head going
from side to side
as the bus moved
and he sat next
to Janice
his hands
on his knees
and he turned
and gazed
at Janice's knees
then up at you again
his features flushing
and then he looked away
at the passing scene
behind you
pretending
you weren't there
then at London Bridge
he got off
and so did you
and Janice
and you waited
until he had gone
walking up
and over the bridge
and you said
he was a queer fish
who?
said Janice
that bloke
who sat next to you
why?
she asked
he kept staring at me
and ogling
at your knees
did he?
Janice said
you wait
until I tell Gran
about that
she'll say
you watch out
for his type Janice
he's no better
than he ought to be
you nodded
and smiled
at her imitation
of her gran
and she laughed
and you both
walked down
the steps and by
Southwark Cathedral
to the embankment
by the River Thames
and stood by the wall
looking at the passing
boats and ships and tugs
and the occasional
ducks floating
on the brown water
and you felt Janice's
9 year old hand
touch yours
as she pretended
(as she often did)
that you were
a married couple
out for a romantic walk
gazing
at the passing scenery
with the added
small talk.
poem by Terry Collett
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Child Of The King
I’ve never been a cheerleader,
Or a beauty queen.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never pulled up in a stretch limousine.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never been asked
To sit on the front row
Or been catered to
because of a title that I hold.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never been bejeweled
With a lot of bling bling
Or shopped at Saks Fifth Avenue
For the finest of things.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never gotten a Ph.D.
Or sailed on a yacht on the open blue sea.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never wrote a check
For a million dollars spent
Or gotten an invitation
To meet the President.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never lived in a house;
That has a spiral staircase
Or worn a dress with a gold trim lace.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never traveled the world
In my own private jet
Or had my meals brought to me;
By a butler name Lafayette
Still, I’m a child of the king.
I’ve never owned cattle
On a hundred acre land.
Or walked into a room
And all had to stand.
Still, I’m a child of the king.
And still;
I’m a child of the king!
Copyright©2010 by-Phyllis Strong
(...having nothing, and yet possessing everything.2Cor.6: 10)
poem by Phyllis Strong
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In His Arms
A sharp pain, shortness of breath
loss of sight, darkness surrounds
I lay still slowly dying
Parametics arrive
They kept me here
Until i let go
And my life ended
All i can see is darkness
ten minutes later in the I.C.U.
The doctors say welcome back
We nearly lost you
By my side lays my father
He had been here in it all
He was praying with tears running down his face
I heard him say
If anyone has to go it should be me
Not my daughter let her live
I hurt her enough i deserve it the most
Over and over he prayed
But it wasnt enough
The heart attack was strong
Even if they brought me back
It didnt make a difference
My father held me in his arms
Hour upon hour
And later in the day
I died again
This time never waking up again
But i didnt die alone
My father was with me
Every step of the way
I left this world in his arms
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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