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Astro

Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro, astro
(Yeah)
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro, astro
(woah .... eh...)
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro, astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro, astro
Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Edison is ACDC

song performed by by White Stripes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Astro Man

Here I come to save the day
A little boy inside a dream just the other day
His mind fell out of his face and the wind blew it away
A hand came out from heaven and pinned a badge on his chest
It said get out there, man, and do your best
They call him astro man
And hes flyin higher than
That faggot superman ever could
Oh, they call him cosmic nut
And hes twice as dense as donald duck
And hell try his best toscrew you up
The rest of your mind
Oh, look out! my guitars
Astro man, flyin across the sky two times higher
Than that old faggot superman ever, ever could
Ever could
There he goes, there he goes
Where he stops, no one knows
There he goes, there he goes
Hes tryin to, tryin to blow out the rest of your mind
Hes gonna blow out the rest of your mind
Talkin about lookin for peace of mind
Astro man will leave it in pieces
Have you put our trouble behind him
Make you fly around in pieces
Yeah, blow out the rest of your mind
Astro man will blow out the rest of your mind
Hes gonna blow out the rest of your mind

song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Astro Boy

Kristen Bell, Nicolas Cage, Samuel L. Jackson, Charlize Theron, Bill Nighy, Freddie Highmore

from Astro Boy (2009)
Submitted by Film Fan
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Earth to Echo

Teo Halm, Astro, Reese Hartwig, Ella Wahlestedt, Jason Gray-Stanford, Cassius Willis, Drake Kemper, Tiffany Espensen, Mary Pat Gleason

by Henry Gayden from Earth to Echo (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Earth to Echo [trailer 2]

Teo Halm, Astro, Reese Hartwig, Ella Wahlestedt, Jason Gray-Stanford, Cassius Willis, Drake Kemper, Tiffany Espensen, Mary Pat Gleason

by Dave Green from Earth to Echo (2014)
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A Walk Among the Tombstones

Liam Neeson, Boyd Holbrook, Astro, Dan Stevens, Stephanie Andujar, Sebastian Roche, Frank De Julio, Whitney Able, Mark Consuelos

by Scott Frank from A Walk Among the Tombstones (2014)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Masking the light

within a need of a precise chemical supplier
to forfeit the substance of each beating heart
there a sky self spelled playing an astrologist role
drawn in its fate hopelessly hopping from one astro sign to another
as if it never knew that the highest possible
point of being free is once one is free from freedom
the most innocent not knowing are never masking the light

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Jimmy The Explorer

JIMMY THE EXPLORER
Now Jimmy
Well, do you want an explosion now?
Yeah Jimmy
Do you want to explode now?
Yeah monkey
Now you seeing red now
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Green apples
On the tree and growing now
Green apples
Are gonna be exploding now
Yeah monkey
Are you seeing red now?
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
STOP BREAKING DOWN
Everytime Im walkin, down the streets,
some pretty mama she starts breakin down
Stop breakin down, yes stop breakin down
The stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
itll make you lose your mind.
Now, you Saturday night womens, you love to ape and clown,
you wont do nothin but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down
Stop breakin down, please stop breakin down
The stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
itll make you lose your mind
Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin down, please stop breakin down
Stuff I gotll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind
THE BIG THREE KILLED MY BABY
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Their ideas made me want to spit
a hundred dollars goes down the pit
30,000 wheels are rollin
and my stick shift hands are swollen
everything involved is shady
the big three killed my baby
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Why dont you take the day off and try to repair
a billion others dont seem to care
better ideas are stuck in the mud
the motors runnin on tuckers blood
dont let them tell you the future's electric
cause gasolines not measured in metric
30,000 wheels are spinnin'
and oil company faces are grinnin
now my hands are turnin' red
and i found out my baby is dead
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobodys coming home again
Well i've said it now, nothings changed
people are burnin for pocket change
and creative minds are lazy
and the big three killed my baby
And my babys my common sense
so dont feed me planned obsolescence
yeah my baby's my common sense
so dont feed my planned obsolescence
im about to have another blowout
im about to have another blowout
SUZY LEE
Theres a story
I would like to tell
My problem is
Its one you know too well
Its one you know too well
Me Suzy Lee
The one im speaking of
The question is
Is she the one i love ?
Is she the one i love ?
(all right)
Is she the one i love ?
Shell send me flowers
With her tears bored inside
And you know what id do
I would run and hide
I would run and hide
And the paper
On it was my name
With the question
Do you feel the same ?
Do you feel the same ?
To end this tale
The one im speaking of
I wish i have an answer (but i dont know)
Is this really love ?
Is this really love ?
Is this really love ?
SUGAR NEVER TASTED SO GOOD
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me
Yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me
Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a steam
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Yeah
What a feeling thats begun
What a feeling thats begun
What a feeling thats begun
What a feeling thats begun
I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a fool this boy can be
Yeah
And her thougths like a daisy
Until my mind gets lazy
I mustve been crazy not to see
Alright
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Sting, not steam
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me
WASTING MY TIME
And if im wasting my time
then nothing could be better
than hanging on the line
and waiting for an honest word forever
And if youre saying goodbye
please dont you think me bitter
for recalling every rhyme
from the book the page
the line the word the letter
Well the windows turning blue
and the waters ever flowing
and i hope im not a fool
for laughing at myself
as you are going
ASTRO
One two three four.
Maybe jasper does the astro,
Maybe jasper does the astro,
Maybe jasper does the astro astro.
Maybe lilly does the astro,
Maybe lilly does the astro,
Maybe lilly does the astro astro.
Well maybe jackson does the astro,
Maybe jackson does the astro,
Maybe jackson does the astro astro.
Maybe Momma does the astro,
Maybe Momma does the astro,
Maybe Momma does the astro astro.
Well maybe tesla does the astro,
Maybe tesla does the astro,
Maybe edison is AC-DC
BROKEN BRICKS
Have you been to the broken bricks girl
Snuck down through the cyclone fence
Past the caution tape
And the security gate
Back way to the breakroom bench
Well there's a little corner where you first got kissed
And felt your boyfriends fist and made the company list
And there's a little spot where your dad ate lunch
And your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeah
Well have you been to the broken bricks girl
Seen the barrels that they left behind
Seen the machine that cut aluminium clean
And got tape from the caution sign
And broke into the window panes
Just a rusty colored rain that drives a man insane
You try to jump over water but you land in oil
Climb the ladder up a broken crane yeah,yeah,yeah
Don't go to the broken bricks girl
It's not a place that you want to be
Think of the spot your father spent his life
Demolition calls it Building C
Demolition calls it Building C now
Demolition calls it Building C now
WHEN I HEAR MY NAME
when i hear my name i want to disappear
when i hear my name i want to disappear
oh oh oh oh
when i see my face i want to disappear
when i see my face i want to disappear
oh oh oh oh
Do
Well somebody walked up to me
but i didnt know what to do
and then somebody said hello to me
but i didnt know what to do
because i think that my words could get
twisted so i bend my back over take a
gulp be funny cause i know theres nothing i can do
Then my mother tried to pick me up
when i was sittin down on the ground
something forced my little eyes come open
but i couldnt make out the sound
it doesnt matter cause my eyes are lying
and they dont have emotion
dont wanna be social, cant take it when they hate me
but i know theres nothing i can do
When my thoughts start to feel like mine
theyre taken from me it seems to happen
all the time (every time)
and the feelings that are fine for you
theres somebody there
who doesnt think they are true
so think of something new
theres nothing left to do
And then my idols walk next to me
i look up at them they fade away
its a destruction of a mystery
the more i listen to what they say
so does that mean that theres no more doin
and theres no more thinkin
and theres no more feeling
cause theres no right opinion
so can you tell me what im supposed to do
SCREWDRIVER
Tuesday morning now
I gotta have somewhere to go
I call up tommy now
I call him on the telephone
Wont you wake up and come with me now
Im going to the pawn and loan
Walking down thirty three
Walking on thirty o
Well what am i supposed to think
I drop a nickel in the sink
I love people like a brother now
But im not gonna be their mother now
What if someone walked up to me
And like an apple cut right through me
Im not the one whos sinnin
Screwdriver
Now that you have heard my story now
Ive got a little ending to it now
Whenever you go out alone
Take a little dog a bone
Think about your little sister
Then you got to drive it home
With a screwdriver
I got a little feeling goin now
I got a little feeling goin now
ONE MORE CUP OF COFFEE
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I dont sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy hes an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
Hell teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
Youve never learned to read or write
Theres no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee fore I go
To the valley below
ST. JAMES INFIRMARY BLUES
Folks, Im goin down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
Shes stretched out on a long, white table,
Shes so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But shell never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell em Ive got those St. James Infirmary blues.
I FOUGHT PIRHANAS
Well i hold the rope
and i hold the sail
and i kept my papers
to keep from land in jail
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
there was no one with me
i was all alone
Well its easter morning now
and theres noone around
so i unroll the cement
and walk into the town
there was noone with me
and i was all alone
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
Well you know what its like
i dont got to tell you
who puts up a fight
walking out of hell now
when you fought piranhas
and you fought the cold
theres nobody with you
and youre all alone

song performed by by White Stripes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Astronaut

Eyes can't Imagine whats there,
deep in that open space,
so why we travel lightly? ,
when we could have the best,
now looking to mars,
If aliens exist what would we do? ,
keep fooling around(might not be a world) ,
cause we destroying minds to foolishness,
I want to be a astronaut,
travel a million miles away,
so then they can't find me,
pluto look like pluto on show,
second world like second mention,
so my new job makes good money,
to support her & children,
on my could toes(steping on the moon) ,
it is peaceful lookin down to earth,
stars gather like astro,
we can always take it slow,
like a astronaut i'm flying,
feel free in my mind.

poem by Tommy Laster
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Cosmic Monsters Inc.

How big is life?
Can it ride like the butterfly?
Star in the dust
Rocketman
Supersky
Sugar the hill
Explode and never die
I think I will
Come on take it! high
I gotta, o yeah! so high
I gotta, o yeah! come on! so loosely illustrated
A trick of light I demonstrated right to you what you do!
How high is up?
Can it reach at the butterfly?
Rise in the howl hit me cold
Supersky
Witness the kill explode! never die
I think I will
Come on take it! high
I gotta, o yeah! so high
I gotta, o yeah! come on! so loosely illustrated
A trick of light I demonstrated right to you
What you do! yeah!
Deaf to the ear
Fat city sang
Bloody ma growls concentrate the bang
Broadway do
The winter kills
Astro
Creepn you until
Overcome the devil
Deluxe the game
One, sweep, spun i got no name, a paper thin cut
On the edge of hell
Wrestle with heaven but I never fell
Sink to a level realize no direction
West of the moon
I got no reflection
Blood on the stone I do not surrender
Waitn for someone I do not remember
Yeah! I gotta, o yeah! come on! so high
I gotta, o yeah! come on! so loosely illustrated
A trick of light I demonstrated right to you
What you do
Cosmic monsters waited
Turn around incorporated
Right to...

song performed by by White Zombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cosmic Monsters, Inc.

How big is life? can it ride like the butterfly? star in the
Dust - rocketman - supersky - sugar on the hill - explode and
Never die - I think I will - come on take it! high - I gotta o
Yeah! so high - I gotta o yeah! come on! so loosely
Illustrated - a trick of light - I demonstrated right to
You what you do! how high is up? can it reach at the
Butterfly? rise in the howl hit me
Cold - supersky - witness the kill
Explode! never die - I think I will -
Come on! take it! high - I gotta o
Yeah! so high - I gotta o yeah! come
On! so loosely illustrated - a trick
Of light - I demonstrated right to
You - what you do - yeah! deaf to
The ear - fat city slang - bloody ma
Growls concentrate the bang -
Broadway do - the winter kills -
Astro-creepn you until-overcome
The devil - deluxe the game - one,
Sweep, spun I got no name a
Paper thin cut - on the edge of hell
- wrestle with heaven but I never
Fell - sink to a level realize no direction - west of the
Moon - I got no reflection - blood on the stone I do not
Surrender - waitn for someone I do not remember -
Yeah! I gotta - o yeah! come on! so high - I gotta o yeah!
Come on! so loosely illustrated - a trick of light i
Demonstrated right to you - what you do - cosmic
Monsters waited - turn around incorporated - right to...

song performed by by Rob Zombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Reggae Music

I said we friendship come first, the band did come second
And thats why I decided to put it in a song
So listen crowd of people and throw up unnu hands
If you love dem their style and you love dem pattern
(chorus)
Reggae music cant refuse it
So give us what we want and mek we gwan
I said yes crowd of people we come back again
I man thriller e. and all me best best friends
I know most of dem from age eleven
And some of dem even before then
We travel the whole world, think it could never end
But dont get me wrong it a no big problem
cos reggae what we love and thats what we defend
And that there love that could a never end
(chorus)
Reggae music cant refuse it
So give us what we want and mek we gwan.
So let me get back to the subject of me friends
cos me respect and love love the whole of them.
And that there love that could a never end.
And now it is time to hail the whole of them
Me love me mickey v. him in a category.
Robin on guitar him just a nice up every bar.
Me love me astro because him deh pon de go
Me love me norman cos him a don gorgon
Me love me ali c. with his golden voicee
Him nice up every dance nice up every party.
Me love me brian t. pon the saxophonee
Buttons pon the bone, patrick him a hit the high c
Them bad pon their own or in a section of three
And that only leaves me and jimmy
Jimmy a the drummer me a the bassee
And that is the whole of ub40
(chorus)
Reggae music cant refuse it
So give us what we want and mek we gwan.

song performed by by Ub40
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Without Context - So Absurd

Who has the money to publish elaborately
illustrated children's books with over 350
stunning paintings and artworks, another
with drawings, glossy and inviting; impar-
ting no knowledge whatsoever?

The book on symbols, signs and visual
codes informs the underage reader door-
ways symbolise entrances and the hearth
is a symbol of safety and comfort - well,
hallelujah, nobody knew!

The broom is a symbol of removal - no way,
I thought it a symbol of magical midnight
trips for witches & wizards from Hogwarts;
curtains symbolise separation, oh wow,
insight indeed!

The book of Myths and Legends recounts
each story on two pages accompanied by
several pictures stating the stories explain
the world and our place in it - thus stylised
accounts of precession

And world cataclysms in which ‘gods'
swallow their children are supposed to
explain the meaning of life? No, myths
and legends are illogical - only when
seen as relaying

Ancient knowledge of science and astro-
nomy in codes where natural forces are
depicted as persons; do the tales have
meaning, otherwise they are without
context - so absurd…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Oda al Tomate

La calle
se llenó de tomates,
mediodia,
verano,
la luz
se parte
en dos
mitades
de tomate,
corre
por las calles
el jugo.
En diciembre
se desata
el tomate,
invade
las cocinas,
entra por los almuerzos,
se sienta
reposado
en los aparadores,
entre los vasos,
las matequilleras,
los saleros azules.
Tiene
luz propia,
majestad benigna.
Debemos, por desgracia,
asesinarlo:
se hunde
el cuchillo
en su pulpa viviente,
es una roja
viscera,
un sol
fresco,
profundo,
inagotable,
lle na las ensaladas
de Chile,
se casa alegremente
con la clara cebolla,
y para celebrarlo
se deja
caer
aceite,
hijo
esencial del olivo,
sobre sus hemisferios entreabiertos,
agrega
la pimienta
su fragancia,
la sal su magnetismo:
son las bodas
del día
el perejil
levanta
banderines,
las papas
hierven vigorosamente,
el asado
golpea
con su aroma
en la puerta,
es hora!
vamos!
y sobre
la mesa, en la cintura
del verano,
el tomate,
astro de tierra,
estrella
repetida
y fecunda,
nos muestra
sus circunvoluciones,
sus canales,
la insigne plenitud
y la abundancia
sin hueso,
sin coraza,
sin escamas ni espinas,
nos entrega
el regalo
de su color fogoso
y la totalidad de su frescura.

poem by Pablo Neruda
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(Per Quello Che Ho Da Fare) Faccio Il Militare

Domani sera scrivo a mia madre,
che non voglio tornare
sto troppo bene le dico
prepara il letto solo per Natale
- astro del ciel...-
che tanto prima non voglio tornare
per quello che ho da fare
faccio il militare
e non mandarmi nemmeno dei soldi
che qui non serve nemmeno quelli
tanto uguale
Domani sera sono di guardia alla polveriera
mi scoccia un poco a dire la verit
perch domenica sera
ma non ci si pu rilassare
i Russi possono arrivare
ogni ora, ogni ora,
e se ci portano via le armi
"ah zozzi..."
come facciamo la guerra dimmi... coi bastoni?
"ma io non lo so ....io piango e basta"
domani c' esercitazione di tiro con il cannone
spariamo colpi che possono arrivare
fino in Giappone.....Buuuuuu....
ma non si pu provare
non si pu stare a sparare in giro
Non siamo mica gli Americani
che loro possono sparare agli Indiani
VACCA gli Indiani,
Non siamo mica gli Americani
che loro possono sparare agli Indiani
VACCA gli Indiani............................
.............................................
Non siamo mica gli Americani
che loro possono sparare agli Indiani
VACCA gli Indiani............................

song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Amazing As The Stars In The Darkness My Eyes

Amazing as the stars in the darkness, my eyes,
though I've never seen them directly, only
as a reflection I take at its word they're blue.
And when I look a little deeper, there's
no part of me that isn't eventually invisible.
Everything's like that, the seer and the seen,
so wholly absorbed in each other,
there's no sign of either of them, just the seeing,
the heart and its feeling, the mind and its thought,
the flower and the eye, crocus, turk's cap, tiger lily, lilac
all one spontaneous happening without distinction,
one infinitely collaborative creative event flashing
out of the dark resources of the plenum-void
to give it a name for the sake of rendering experience
communicable through a delirium of form.

If you've ever walked by a mirror and the mirror's disappeared,
mercury into mercury, water into water, fire into fire,
a mother into her child, an unsuccessful lover into his longing,
that's something like it. You're everything
and in that everything you're nothing, you're selfless
to the point of not even knowing what that means anymore
except it's of no significance whatsoever. There's just
this star flashing out of a night it's surrounded by,
just these dark hills where the dead buried themselves
as they did their children, as they had lived, secretly
under the leaves that covered their gravestones,
lichens, moss, growing hundreds of wild columbine
on a modest rock of ages with the sensibilities of a butterfly.

If you stand by a gate that doesn't latch by itself anymore,
and the garden's been left to its own inner resources,
because no one lives there any longer, as, perhaps, even you once did,
o in a dream, how long ago was that? And watch the moon rise,
as if the healer and the wound were remembering
an old love affair that's gone well beyond the inseparable
because there never was a time, a prelude to seeing,
they were ever apart. You'll understand passing
as a perpetually new approach to things, you'll see birth in why
the flowers fall, and death, in why they rise again.
The simultaneity of the life and death of all things.
How present you are in the midst of your longing.
How clear in the absence of everything you're missing.

I've spent much of my life preparing gardens for planting.
Shaking out roots, rocking fields. Wondering
whose house of life the bones I dig up once belonged to,
cornerstones and rafters in arrears
to the temples they once upheld to themselves.
And come nightfall, my work finished for the day,
I've paused and looked to see if I could identify
through the trees, the whole of a constellation
from a single star. As if gazing in wonder at it
in the mutual solitude and hugeness
of the unknown immmensities that surround us both,
and bind us to a weary body and a still heart
leaning on a shovel in a garden, as if the silence
could look up or down, either way, were made sacred
by the poignancy of a momentary insight
that penetrated both our hearts as if time and space
were mere bubbles of awareness in a dream.
And in a differentiated union of not-two,
I saw myself shining through the eyes of a star
as it laboured over what flowers it intended to grow.

Without a thought or a feeling I could call my own
I was a desert of stars without a mirage
to keep up appearances. I was a single point of light
with infinite distances in it, and even the word, one,
had gaps in it I learned to jump like a star.
And I saw with the certainty of water, that
when one was a wave, the other was an ocean
and separation was simply the blindfold we put on
at midnight in front of an imaginary firing squad,
as if our whole life depended upon it, to watch
the stars shoot flowers at the sun like blanks
I seeded the garden with like constellations
breaking ground through the tree tops like Vega in Lyra.
Astro-flowers. The Pleiades approaching
the larkspur like bees. Honey in a new hive.

Light years of perceptions in a garden of starmud
encompassing strangers only an insight away from home.
It's an immensely intimate universe. Go out.
Get down on your knees in the soil. Plant flowers.
And when you go in look at your hands, at the stars
shining under your fingernails as a sign
of some honest cosmic work well done.

poem by Patrick White
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I Love My Momma

[Snoop]
Momma.. MOMMA..
I love my momma
I LOVE MY MOMMA..
Through all the drama..
Momma.. MOMMA..
I love my momma
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[singer]
The first one to hold me (yeah)
The first one to scold me (yes-o)
You never cease to teach me
And always try to reach me (momma..)
Took me to school the first day
Taught me how to kneel

song performed by by Snoop Dogg from No Limit: Top Dogg
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beulah Needs Another Man

Beulah needs another man who'll take
the garbage out at dawn and not
bring it back again at midnight, something
Jasper's done many nights for years.
Beulah knows when Jasper's found

another woman but she never says a word
because Jasper always mows the lawn
and rakes the leaves and fixes
things around the house unlike
Homer who was never handy.

But yesterday the doctor said Jasper has
six months to live so Beulah wants to meet
another handy man at Jasper's wake.
She met Jasper at a wake the day
he dropped the lid on Homer's coffin.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember the day I was born

late in December when winter

takes away the warm

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember when I was in my teens

with long curly hair

and bell bottom jeans

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma it wasn't long ago

you where working in your yard

planting fresh flowers

you use to work so hard

now you can't make your flowers grow

OH no Oh no

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember the day I was wed

let no man put asunder

is what the preacher said

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember my one and only son

born one day after your birthday

that's when his life begun

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember

Momma do you remember, Me?

I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's

wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me

thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life.

My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.

© 2012 Marcus Goodman

poem by Marcus Goodman
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Momma I Coming Home

Momma I, m lost and caught up in the streets
Momma I wont to come home
Momma you told me it was not nothing out there
Momma I wont to come home
I, m sitting here on the corner with this can in my hand thinking about
everything you told me was true
Momma I wont to come home
The things I did you can't imagine
Momma I wont to come home
Momma did you hear me
Momma I, m coming home

poem by Valentine White
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Please Daddy Don't Get Drunk This Christmas

Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want my Momma cry
Just last year when I was only seven
Now I'm almost eight, as you can see
You came home a quarter past eleven
And fell down underneath
our Christmas tree
Chorus
"Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
"Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want my Momma cry
"Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want to see my Momma cry
Please Daddy don't get drunk this Christmas
I don't want my Momma cry
I don't want my Momma cry
Mama smiled and looked
Outside the window
She told me son
You better go upstairs Then you laughed and hollered
"Merry Christmas"
I turned around and saw
My Momma's tears
Chorus
No,I don't want to see my Momma cry

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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