Fragment on Painters
There is an evil which that Race attains
Who represent God's World with oily paints,
Who mock the Universe, so rare and sweet,
With spots of colour on a canvas sheet,
Defile the Lovely and insult the Good
By scrawling upon little bits of wood.
They'd snare the moon, and catch the immortal sun
With madder brown and pale vermillion,
Entrap an English evening's magic hush . . .
poem by Rupert Brooke from The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke, With a Memoir (1918)
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July Paints of Winter
July paints masterpieces
kissing my canvas with lively breezy strokes
July paints what she sees
adding intrigue to yellow folks
She paints a cold numbing winter
adding icicles on Christchurch trees
She paints a briskly Tasman salty sea
Sitting at a window overlooking her muse
July can't see colour til summer’s shines it's hues
poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
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You're A Good Man Albert Brown
Well you're a good man albert brown
And you was wounded in the war
And though you shot some people down
You're still a good man albert brown
Well you're a good man albert brown
Though you are drunk upon the floor
And if you're buying the next round
Then you're a good man albert...
Brown was the colour of the mud across the somme
Red was the blood you spilled upon it
Pink were the fingers of the nurse who dressed your wound
White was the starch upon her bonnet
And you married that nurse
And her name was else
And then along came dad
...i'll have another pint of...
Brown is the colour of your old walking boots
Green is the cash you'd love to squander
Gold is the colour of your wife's faithful heart
So get yourself home, no more to wander
And you married that nurse
And her name's still else
And another child was had
You're a good man albert brown
song performed by by Xtc
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Sonnet- God Helps Me
Who blows thy hearth and keeps the fire on?
Who racks thy brain and goads out poems new?
Who inspires thy heart and soul each morn?
Who trims thy wings and paints a newer hue?
Who takes thy flight up higher in the sky?
Who gives thy pen a golden nib to write?
Who makes thy poems immortal, not die?
Who gives thee intuition and rare foresight?
This world of men has sensitised me first;
Their hurt, their hurdles- harken my mind's-eye;
Denied of justice, heart is filled with thirst;
My solace comes from Almighty who's nigh?
And so I soar up higher all the while;
No one can ever dare my work defile.
poem by John Celes
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World Word Canvas
Artists palette, paints, prepare
poets channel insight rare,
canvas filling, paper inking,
imagination's magic thinking
linking their respective streams
compared perspectives, shared agleam,
imagination catalyzed,
creativity uncompromised.
(16 June 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Paints Life Theme Canvas
research scientist
paints water colours
paints poetry brush strokes
paints poetry beaker pigment
paints life theme canvas
research insistent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lovely One
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With delicate hands and slender feet
Like a silver pony,
Walking, flower of the world,
Thus I see you,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With a nest of copper entangled
On your head, a nest
The coloUr of dark honey
Where my heart burns and rests,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your eyes are too big for your face,
Your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
In your eyes,
My country is your eyes,
I walk through them,
They light the world
Through which I walk,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your breasts are like two loaves made
Of grainy earth and golden moon,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your waist,
My arm shaped it like a river when
It flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
There is nothing like your hips,
Perhaps earth has
In some hidden place
The curve and the fragrance of your body,
Perhaps in some place,
Lovely one.
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your voice, your skin, your nails,
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your being, your light, your shadow,
Lovely one,
All that is mine, lovely one,
All that is mine, my dear,
When you walk or rest,
When you sing or sleep,
When you suffer or dream,
Always,
When you are near or far,
Always,
You are mine, my lovely one,
Always.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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My training was that you fill in the canvas where it needs colour and polishing. You start with the words on the first night and keep adding bits of business.
When Lessons Are Learned
Hush.
'But...'
No 'buts'
Just hush.
'There is a...'
No there,
Just hush.
And hurry up.
I'm late enough as it is.
Hopefully,
I can catch up to the bus...
So I wont have to take you,
All the way to school.
'Good luck.
They came to tow the car away...
5 minutes ago.'
They WWWHHAATT?
'I tried to tell you...
But you told me to hush.'
When did you ever listen to me?
'Mommy?
How do I know when lessons are learned?
And which ones should I ignore? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wrapped In Grey
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas were dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How coloured the flowers all smelled
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
They told me this, as I knelt there
Awaken you dreamers
Adrift in your beds
Balloons and streamers
Decorate the inside of your heads
Please let some out
Do it today
But dont let the loveless ones sell you
A world wrapped in grey
Some folks pull this life like a weight
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas were dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
Just think how the old masters felt, they call...
Awaken you dreamers
Asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs
Populate your unconscious grotesques
Please let some out
Do it today
Dont let the loveless ones sell you
A world wrapped in grey
And in the very least you can
Stand up naked and
Grin
song performed by by Xtc
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Wrapped In Grey
Some folks see the world as a stone
Concrete daubed in dull monotone
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas were dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
How coloured the flowers all smelled
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer
They told me this, as I knelt there
Awaken you dreamers
Adrift in your beds
Balloons and streamers
Decorate the inside of your heads
Please let some out
Do it today
But dont let the loveless ones sell you
A world wrapped in grey
Some folks pull this life like a weight
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate
Your heart is the big box of paints
And others, the canvas were dealt
Your heart is the big box of paints
Just think how the old masters felt, they call...
Awaken you dreamers
Asleep at your desks
Parrots and lemurs
Populate your unconscious grotesques
Please let some out
Do it today
Dont let the loveless ones sell you
A world wrapped in grey
And in the very least you can
Stand up naked and
Grin
song performed by by Xtc
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Sapientia Lunae
The wisdom of the world said unto me:
'_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_'
'As tarrieth,' I said, 'for sure, the grave.'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
The wisdom of the world said: '_There are bays:
Go forth and run, for victory is good,
After the stress of the laborious days._'
'Yet,' said I, 'shall I be the worms' sweet food,'
As I went musing on a rune of roses,
Which in her hour, the pale, soft moon discloses.
Then said my voices: '_Wherefore strive or run,
On dusty highways ever, a vain race?
The long night cometh, starless, void of sun,
What light shall serve thee like her golden face?_'
For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
And knew some secrets which the moon discloses.
'Yea,' said I, 'for her eyes are pure and sweet
As lilies, and the fragrance of her hair
Is many laurels; and it is not meet
To run for shadows when the prize is here';
And I went reading in that rune of roses
Which to her votaries the moon discloses.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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The Sun
Long after midnight has fallen
a hush falls throughout the land
as dawn slowly approaches
to once more colourize the land.
A magic revitalization
from millions of miles away.
Each petal will unfurl
under this magic eye
that looks down upon us
from beyond the blue sky.
Sleepy heads will yawn
and awaken with its warmth,
as beauty will colour
night’s landscape bleak.
When the sun nudges the moon to sleep.
26 March 2010
poem by David Harris
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Oh Lady Be Good
Listen to my tale of woe,
Its terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evning Im awfly blue.
I must win some handsome guy
Cant go on like this,
I could blossom out I know,
With somebody just like you. so...
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
Oh, lady, be good to me
I am so awfly misunderstood
So lady, be good to me
Oh, please have some pity
Im all alone in this big city
I tell you Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity
Im all alone in this big city
I tell you Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh lady be good to me.
Published lyric furnished by a visitor.
Validated / transcribed by todd peach
Published version:
Listen to my tale of woe, its terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evning Im awfly blue.
I must win some winsome miss
Cant go on like this,
I could blossom out I know,
Which somebody just like you. so...
Oh sweet and lovely,
Lady be good,
Oh lady be good to me.
I am so awflly misunderstood,
So lady be good, to me.
Oh, please have some pity
Im all alone in this big city.
I tell you Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good....to me.
Auburn and brunette and blonde:
I love em all, tall or small
But somehow they dont grow fond;
They stagger but never fall.
Winters gone, and now its spring!
Love! where is thy sting?
If somebody wont respond,
Im going to end it all.
So.....
Oh sweet and lovely lady, be good.
Oh lady, be good to me!
I am so awfly misunderstood,
So, lady be good to me.
This is tulip weather -
So lets put two and two together.
I tell you
Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So, lady be good, to me.
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What a killing we could make;
Oh, lady, oh, please come through!
Susie, oh, for goodness sake;
It isnt so hard to do.
In this moment of distress
Hear my s.o.s.
All my future is at stake,
And, susie, its up to you,
So......
Oh sweet and lovely, lady be good,
Oh susie, be good to me.
I am so awflly misunderstood,
So susie, be good, to me.
Oh, please have some pity
Im all alone in this big city.
I tell you Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So susie be good....to me.
Listen to my tale of woe, its terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each evning Im awfly blue.
I must win some winsome miss
Cant go on like this,
I could blossom out I know,
Which somebody just like you. so...
Oh sweet and lovely lady, be good.
Oh lady, be good to me!
I am so awfly misunderstood,
So, lady be good to me.
This is tulip weather -
So lets put two and two together.
I tell you
Im just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So, lady be good, to me.
Oh, sweet and lovely wifey, be good.
Oh, wifey be good to me!
Ive put an end to your widowhood
So wifey, be good to me.
We should be more clubby -
I hope youre glad to see your hubby.
Or else, dear,
Ill be a lonely babe in the wood,
Oh wifey be good to me.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Catch Me If You Can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, ohh my...
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, my, my, my...
Sweet magicians daughter, weaving spells my way
You know I want to be with you, but magic words are all you say
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, my, my...
Merlins magic daughter, I know thats what you are
Im playing magic games with you, its easier to guide a star
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, my...woo
Magic lady waiting, your palace walls are tall
I can wait forever, but Im climbing up the palace wall
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, ohhh, my, my, my, my...
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Jean, jean, jeanie, catch me if you can
Do ya, do ya really wanna try, my...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Teeth
English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one.
English Teeth, Happy Teeth!
Always having fun
Clamping down on bits of fish
And sausages half done.
English Teeth! HEROES' Teeth!
Hear them click! and clack!
Let's sing a song of praise to them -
Three Cheers for the Brown Grey and Black.
poem by Spike Milligan
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Our Life
Our life appears akin the floor
Of mosaic tiles, spotted, three hues;
Each tile denotes a month that passed;
The spots refer to good and bad!
Umpteen are grey spots – venial sins,
By habit done, incessantly;
The fewer black spots – mortal sins,
Against the Ten Commands of God!
The spots of white were good deeds done;
Some tiles had few, some had galore;
The size of dots too varied much;
Such tiles were scarcely found and rare!
We yearn to see the floor all tiled,
With spots of white, all huge and bright;
Yet, earthly life is what we make
By labour, done in heaven’s light!
(24-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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Ah, Lady, Be Good! (alternate Take)
Listen to my tale of woe,
it's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue.
I must win some handsome guy
Can't go on like this,
I could blossom out I know,
With somebody just like you. So...
Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good
Oh, lady, be good to me
I am so awf'ly misunderstood
So lady, be good to me
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good to me.
Oh lady be good to me.
Published lyric furnished by a visitor.
Validated Transcribed by Todd Peach
Published Version:
Listen to my tale of woe, it's terribly sad but true,
All dressed up, no place to go
Each ev'ning I'm awf'ly blue.
I must win some winsome miss
Can't go on like this,
I could blossom out I know,
Which somebody just like you. So...
Oh sweet and lovely,
Lady be good,
Oh lady be good to me.
I am so awf'lly misunderstood,
So lady be good, to me.
Oh, please have some pity
I'm all alone in this big city.
I tell you I'm just a lonesome babe in the wood,
So lady be good....to me.
Auburn and brunette and blonde:
I love 'em all, tall or small
But somehow they dont' grow fond;
They stagger but never fall.
Winte'rs gone, and now it's spring!
Love! where is thy sting?
If somebody won't respond,
I'm going to end it all.
So.....
Oh sweet and lovely lady, be good.
Oh lady, be
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Hush
Hush little baby dont you cry daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby,
hush little baby dont make peep daddy's getting sick of hearing momma weep.
hush little baby lay your head down to rest daddy's still here whispering in your ear.
hush little baby take a nap with hopping tigger dadd'ys getting ready to pull the trigger
hush my little baby as put it to my head look its magic now daddy's dead! Hush my little baby my sweet little baby, hush'a'by babe, shhh
poem by Emily Frick
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