I was born at the age of twelve on a Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lot.
Judy Garland in The Observer (1951)
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They Called Him Meyer July
They called him Mayer and July,
in Poland, though July became
for him quite obsolete, this name
changed into Kirschenblatt. Here’s why
we ought still to remember Mayer.
As Kirschenblatt, and born in Apt,
the place which in old age he mapped
with an artistic, frenzied fire,
he used to paint each street where he
grew up, before Apt was destroyed
by Nazis. It is not a void
today since he made sure we’d see
the place as it existed still
within his mind. More than Chagall,
he made sure it would not be null.
On paper, paint he used to spill
brought life back to the Jews we see
as if alive while in the mind
of those who have not left behind,
as he did not, their memory.
Jeffrey Shandler writes an obituary of Mayer Kirschenblatt who started painting scenes of his childhood home on his 50th wedding anniversary, at the age of 73 and lived in Canada since 1934. He recently died at the age of 93 not long after an exhibition of his art at the Jewish art, preserved in a book published in 2007, “They Called Me Mayer July: Painted Memories of a Jewish Childhood in Poland Before the Holocaust”.
12/8/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Identity Of Moment
At twelve of night philosopher thinks with a cup of tea
At twelve of night exuded in dream
At twelve of night cloud of blue sky burns
At twelve of night strip by strip waves fall to ground
At twelve of night full moon flashes of light
At twelve of night horn of car strikes on door
At twelve of night couple enters into dwell of love
At twelve of night loud cry of progenitors comes
At twelve of night machinegun of devilish roars
At twelve of night whistles of train strikes
At twelve of night the red sun of monument raises.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Travails Of Survival
his skin exudes
the native perfumes
his heart is filled with
native tunes
from village to
town to metro
did he migrate
always drawing the
scents and tunes
for his sustenance
stranger he is in the metro
breathes his lungful once
amidst the familiar environs
moving under the known skyscape
a nowhere man in the metro
he is himself back at the village
survival calls him
survival displaces him
this nowhere man is
found everywhere
he goes about spraying
the native perfumes
he moves about
his heart humming the tunes...
15jun2010
14.47hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Metro
Metro-
Running to track six
Downtown to South Chicago
The twelve twenty leaves on time.
Nodding off slowly,
Cozy up in seat; like
My dog, nuzzle trice.
Listening to clunking
Steel wheels spinning over rails
I take in father's death
Crossed-arm holding things in,
Belly churns incessantly,
I too will cease someday
©2010 j.a.o.a.
poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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One Rose
Rose
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each bruise
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you cheated
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you forced me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each pointless arguement
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each crime
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you try to end me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
How many more can I live through?
poem by Lexie Night
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Children Go Where I Send Thee
(Traditional - Arranged By McDonaldHarris)
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
One for the little bitty baby
Wrapped in swaddling clothing
That was born, born
Born in bethlehem
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
Three for the little bitty baby
Four for the hebrew children
Five for the gospel preachers
That was born, born
Born in bethlehem
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
Four for the four that stood at the door
Five for the gospel preachers
SI for the six that never got fixed
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine
Ten for the ten commandments
Eleven for the eleven riders
Twelve for the twelve apostles...
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Born To Be Loved By You
Borne again.
Because have you at just being borne again.
At last I feel that Im alive and more.
This is the moment Ive waited for.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Born to walk with you.born to talk with you.
I was born for you.
Born to be with you, only you.
Born to be loved by you.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born to be loved by you
(you and only you) born to be with only you.
I look at you and all at once I know that dreams come true.
For there you are the other part of me.
I have found my destiny.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Right or wrong for you.weak or strong for you.
Faithful or untrue
Born chained forever and far beyond.
Born to be loved by you and only you
No one else will do.
Heart and soul,born to be loved
Born to be loved.born to be loved by you.
(you and only you,born to be with only you)
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby..
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Nice Middle Class Family
A Nice Middle-Class Family
I know the guy, who planned the Lisbon Metro,
he’s French, called Pierre and has a red beard,
the only famous man I know. He lives in a posh
part of Paris, his wife paints livid pictures, lots of
ruby, I wonder why, as nothing in Europe can be
more worthy than the French bourgeoisie.
Two pleasant daughters and a splendid son too
all firmly educated, they can play piano and sing.
His girls are married to young, simple men from
the cultured field of soft carpets and commerce.
They will do well, but not as ably as their father
who helped construct the great Lisbon Metro.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I was born at the age of twelve on an MGM lot.
quote by Judy Garland
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Twelve O'Clock
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
book all the morning.
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later;
can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve
o'clock?
I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of
that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for
her supper by the side of the pond.
I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing
darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny
black.
If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night
come when it is twelve o'clock?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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When I was born I owed twelve dollars.
quote by George S. Kaufman
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I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.
poem by by unknown author
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Before Execution.
The sun is set, and all the stars are come,
Stars I shall no more see; the air is still,
And my life waits the ruin so near now.
A little space, and I shall have done here.
Ah, God! twelve hours, twelve little hours, and, lo!
The air and these lips part, day becomes night,
Earth nothing, time a skeleton, and I
An angry ghost, or a tired phantom laid
With many others in oblivion.
Twelve hours, twelve little hours, and I shall have
A wondrous change — feel one fierce pang, and then
Fade off I know not where, or like a star
Shot fearfully from the zenith singe my way
Through chaos haply for some aeons till
I reach another air, a lower sky,
And maybe with a baleful influence
Burn in Pluto's reign.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Don Juan
(tennant/lowe)
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The man whos escorting don juan to his bride
Knows he is courting an impudent pride
Think of his jealousy, oh, where will he hide?
The man whos escorting don juan to his bride
The man who will cover for don juans old soothsayer
Films for a warner brother or mister goldwyn-mayer
Think of his starlet, how much will he pay her?
The man who will cover for don juans old soothsayer
An impasse has been reached with the teacher of the rich
To quit would be discreet and swift
But you know that I cant do that
It would be a disaster
It would be a disaster
Ive got this sinking feeling, Im not dreaming
Well be sorry soon
(hahahahaha)
At the end of the day, when everyones resigned
To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind
King zogs back from holiday, mary lupescus grey
And king alexander is dead in marseilles
An impasse has been reached with the teacher of the rich,
To quit would be discrete and swift
But you know that I cant do that
It would be a disaster
It would be a disaster
Ive got this sinking feeling, Im not dreaming
Well be sorry soon.
(hahahahaha)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Romans Twelve
I read and re-read Romans twelve.
Until it casted a spell.
And I saw myself,
And others like me.
Instantly I realized...
I was not as free,
As I chose to be.
In these times I'm finding,
Romans twelve has helped me dispel
What I believe I had to do...
To protect a truth I myself abused!
And to release what I thought I knew too well.
This is what I discovered as I read Romans twelve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never liked you, and I always will.
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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Let's have some new cliches.
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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Include me out.
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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Go see it and see for yourself why you shouldn't go see it.
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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I hate a man who always says ""yes"" to me. When I say ""no"" I like a man who also says ""no.""
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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