I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
quote by Thornton Wilder
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Bone To Bone (Coney Island White Fish Boy)
Aerosmith
Bone To Bone
underground DMT ridin' thunder train
the coney island whitefish boy is on the run again
ooh, runnin' with the pack
ooh, and never lookin' back
ooh, and knows just where he's been
that coney island whitefish boy's been there and back again
sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
and at steeplechase she used to wet his dreams
she combs her hair, that flaming jewel, streaked with clorox bleach
coney gettin' down and dirty, snortin' up the beach
she'd be screamin' coney
she'd be dreamin' coney
go get 'em coney
coney
bone to bone screamin' coney
she'd be screamin' coney
get back in town
get back, get down
get back, get down
get back in town
coney
she'd be screamin' coney
best believin' coney
she stood up and walked away
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Coney Island Steeplechase
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
We'll take the subway right down to King's Highway
Gonna have a good time
If it's all right it would be so nice
If you come and go with me
The roller-coaster you and me
Just try
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
Like a sister and brother we'll cling to each other
When they find out their parents aren't there
Oh it'd be so nice
Like choco with ice
Oh if you come and go with me
How nice it would be
Don't be so shy
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Maybe not Friday
Saturday, Sunday
Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Bone To Bone
Flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground dmt, ridin' thunder train
The cone island white fish boy is on the run again
Oh, runnin' with the pack
Oh, never lookin' back
Oh, know just where he's been
That coney island white fish boy's
Been there and back again
Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
And at steeplechase, she used to wet his dreams
She combs her hair, that flamin' jewel
Streaked with clorox bleach
Coney gettin' down and dirty
Snortin' up the beach
She'd be screamin' (coney)
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Go get 'em coney
(coney), bone to bone screamin'
(coney) she be screamin' (coney)
Get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Coney!
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Best believe it (coney)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to com[lement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in red Black green
show you off
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Gabriella Maben
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kidnap Poem
ever been kidnapped
by a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red BLACK green
show you off o mama
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you
poem by Mariena Soares
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Coney Island
Coming down from downpatrick
Stopping off at st. johns point
Out all day birdwatching
And the craic was good
Stopped off at strangford lough
Early in the morning
Drove through shrigley taking pictures
And on to killyleagh
Stopped off for sunday papers at the
Lecale district, just before coney island
On and on, over the hill to ardglass
In the jamjar, autumn sunshine, magnificent
And all shining through
Stop off at ardglass for a couple of jars of
Mussels and some potted herrings in case
We get famished before dinner
On and on, over the hill and the craic is good
Heading towards coney island
I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes
Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine
And all the time going to coney island Im thinking,
Wouldnt it be great if it was like this all the time.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Coney Island Baby
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say Im playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then youre gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach
When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale
And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything
But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -
- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through
And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
Theyre talking behind your back saying, man
Youre never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that youve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene
Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -
- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Oh Oh I Love Her So
I met her at the Burger King
We fell in love by the soda machine
So we took the car downtown
The kids were hanging out all around
Then we went down to Coney Island
On the coaster and around again
And no one's gonna ever tear us apart
Cause she's my sweetheart
All right
song performed by by Ramones from Leave Home
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Being Poet Laureate made me realize I was capable of a larger voice. There is a more public utterance I can make as a poet.
I was appointed Poet Laureate. It came totally out of the blue because most Poet Laureates had been considerably older than I. It was not something that I even had begun to dream about!
Being A Poet
being a poet
is not an ambition
it is ironic
that i do poetry and
yet i do not want
to be called a poet
nor be identified with
any movement in poetry
nor take the challenge and opportunity
of being crowned by laurel leaves
and be dragged on the stage of
an island of light focusing my head and body
and they shall all clap and say
this is the poet, this is our poet
not in the figment of my imagination
not an ambition not a profession not a career in the field of literature
to be a poet on a certain degree
you see, i live in a crowded universe
i am a fish in the sea of people
and i, never imagine once in my whole life
that i will be swimming so meaninglessly in the corridors
of this vast ocean of men and mice and snakes
and goats and pigs and eagles
poetry is what i do but i am not a poet
this poet, that poet
their poet
the reason is here inside my heart
this is my place &
this is my only chance to be alone
to be myself to be human again for out there
i, we, you have become pillars
and dams.and walls and continental shelves
it is only here in this spot
that i become my island
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Island Of Love (Love Ballad) :
The ferry crossed the water.
The ferry crossed the sea.
The ferry crossed to the island.
To the island, the island of love.
On the island of love.
There are songbirds above.
On the island of love.
They sing their song.
They sing a song that songbirds sing.
On the island, the island of love.
The ferry crossed the water.
The ferry crossed the sea.
The ferry crossed to the island.
To the island, the island of love.
On the island of love.
There are lovers ashore.
On the island of love.
There's love at your door.
There's love on the shore.
There are songbirds above.
On the island, the island of love.
So much love in the air.
So much love everywhere.
Love might knock at your door.
You might come ashore.
To the island, the island of love.
You might stay on the island of love..
Love Ballad By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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well she starts with hello how are you
i say, i am fine how about you?
she is not, perhaps, she has a quarrel
with her boyfriend
and they will soon be married this september
then to be changed this june
is she confused? i ask myself as i type
my messages, she says, maybe,
then we shifted to movies,
wings, chicago, as good as it gets,
the corny titanic, and i recommended
il postino, i tell her, watch it tonight
and you will like neruda
and this postman and this love
how a poet makes love
more open and visible and
expressable
to the lips of a seasick man in an island
that does not move with time
slow, and almost forgotten
until, the son of a dead man
who thanked the poet
talks to him
his father gone
but the love still lingers
in the island
where some poems were born
because
one must love
and be loved and the poems must give the tongue
for that expression.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Chat With A Friend Whose Name You Need Not Know
well she starts with hello how are you
i say, i am fine how about you?
she is not, perhaps, she has a quarrel
with her boyfriend
and they will soon be married this september
then to be changed this june
is she confused? i ask myself as i type
my messages, she says, maybe,
then we shifted to movies,
wings, chicago, as good as it gets,
the corny titanic, and i recommended
il postino, i tell her, watch it tonight
and you will like neruda
and this postman and this love
how a poet makes love
more open and visible and
expressable
to the lips of a seasick man in an island
that does not move with time
slow, and almost forgotten
until, the son of a dead man
who thanked the poet
talks to him
his father gone
but the love still lingers
in the island
where some poems were born
because
one must love
and be loved and the poems must give the tongue
for that expression.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A poet laureate of adolescent sexuality and middle-age longing.
quote by William A. Henry III
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John Masefield Was Much More Than A Poet Laureate
John Masefield was much more than a poet laureate he was indeed a verse maker supreme
His longer poems are surely masterpieces and will live for centuries or so it would seem
From his prolific pen the rhymes kept flowing he kept on penning till the day he died
No doubt about it born to be a wordsmith and greatness of him cannot be denied
John Masefield wrote the poetry of the masses and in his lifetime was famed Worldwide
His 'Reynard The Fox' the greatest hunting poem ever of the hunting people of the English countryside
His other famed longer poems 'The Daffodil Fields' and 'The Everlasting Mercy' and 'Dauber' the boy artsist who died at sea
As well as others are true masterpieces to rhyme to him seemed to come easily
His descriptive powers to say the least amazing it must be true that poets are born not made
For sixty years he was a major poet a literary icon of the wordsmith trade
John Masefield he was Ledbury's greatest poet one might say a manufacturer of rhyme
For many years he was Britain's Poet Laureate until he too lost out to father time
He truly was the poet of the people and poets of his stature as always are rare
He died an old man in his eighty ninth year with England's best he surely does compare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Slip Away
Oogie waits for just another day
Drags his bones
To see the yankees play
Bones boy talks and flickers gray
Oh, they slip away
Once a time
They nearly might have been
Bones and oogie on a silver screen
No one knew what they could do
Except for me and you
They slip away
They slip away
Dont forget
To keep your head warm
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
Watching all the world
And war torn
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing over
Coney island
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
We were dumb
But you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Oogie knew theres never ever time
Some of us will always stay behind
Down in space its always 1982
The joke we always knew
Oo-oo
Whatsa matter with you
Cmon, lets go
Slip away
Oo-o
Dont forget
To keep your head warm
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
Watching all the world
And war torn
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing over
Coney island
Twinkle twinkle uncle floyd
We were dumb
But you were fun, boy
How I wonder where you are
Oo-o
Sailing
song performed by by David Bowie
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It's the combination of the intimate and the public that I find so exciting about being poet laureate.