If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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It may be quieter to sleep alone, but not warmer.
The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer.
quote by Clara Schumann
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Ants Marchin (1995)
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes A THING
The week ends, the week begins
She thinks, we look at eachother
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well, has concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving along this highway
All these cars end up on the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange
Ohhh and...
All the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same...way
Candy man tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tourtured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut cut cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Warmer Side Of Cool
(jack hues)
Well Im sitting on a hillside
On the warmer side of cool
With the future laid before me
Like a green and misty jewel
And to climb above the tree line
Is only for the fools
So they say
So they say
Chorus:
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
On the warmer side of cool
Being cool its so easy to be cold
Well Im sitting by the seaside
On the warmer side of cool
With the ocean spread before me
Like a blue and misty jewel
And if I jump into the water
Would an angel break my fall
So they say
So they say
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
Im sorry if I offend you
If Im a little bit intense
But I never did intend us
To be sitting on the fence
And even though Im guilty
Of making total sense
Im happy when its all
On the warmer side of cool
Repeat chorus
It aint cool to be cold
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Former Lee Warmer
In an upstairs room, under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
All the mops and brooms keep him company
Misconceived of the family
Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed
No dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled head
Former Lee Warmer
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me
Former Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleeves
Candle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keys
In an upstairs room under lock and key
It's my brother, Former Lee
And after all these years, I've never heard him speak
I wonder what he thinks of me
Former Lee Warmer peeks out the window
When he feels really brave
Former Lee Warmer waves at his father
Out in the family grave
He's flesh and blood to me
I love him brotherly
But, I don't want to be Former Lee
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Ants Marching
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and hes rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
And these crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Driving along on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange and when
All the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weit loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut cut cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down you up and die
Lights down you up and die
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Museum Of The City Of...IV
I doubt it
though I couldn't rule out any of the above.
The picture tells no tales.
But it's probably something simpler-simpler and more routine:
A gin-soaked pleasure boater gone missing and overboard?
A simple suicide?
We shall never know, we, too, being in 1979
frozen in the throes of sultry youth
dozing in a hammock,
under the elms,
just trying to catch some rays.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Winters End
Sometimes it seems like winters end
The weeks they just go on like a friend of mine
The sadness it has left a trace
I think that you can see that on my face again
Cause it always made things better
Now my days seem so much better
Now my days seem so much quieter
And I know
Yeh I know
It will never be the same again
Sometimes I feel my hands are tied
I need someone to come and cut these ropes of mine
Theyll wear a coat of wind and rain
To drive away the fears that I cant face again
And they always make things better
And my days seem so much quieter
song performed by by Texas
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Cabin Fever
Momentum slows,
As those breezes blow in colder.
The steps made have a quicker pace,
With worn jackets and coats...
Appearing to be snuggled closer to faces,
If not muffed with mittened hands or scarfed.
Temperatures overnight begin to chill.
And those 'snowbirds' find their way,
To warmer climates to stay.
Leaving others to hibernate their wishes,
For Spring soon to bring a feeling of cabin fever...
All enclosed would love to skip over to see end.
'Will you kids stop that noise.
It's driving me crazy.'
~What 'noise'?
We are reading.~
'Well...
Turn those pages a little bit quieter.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Bush Girl
So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”
Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn---
You rode slowly at first, lest her heart should suspect
That you were glad to be gone;
You had scarcely the courage to glance back at her
By the homestead receding from view,
And you breathed with relief as you rounded the spur,
For the world was a wide world to you.
Grey eyes that grow sadder than sunset or rain,
Fond heart that is ever more true
Firm faith that grows firmer for watching in vain---
She’ll wait by the sliprails for you.
Ah! The world is a new and a wide one to you,
But the world to your sweetheart is shut,
For a change never comes to the lonely Bush girl
From the stockyard, the bush, and the hut;
And the only relief from the dullness she feels
Is when ridges grow softened and dim,
And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals
To dream of past meetings “with him.”
Do you think, where, in place of bare fences, dry creeks,
Clear streams and green hedges are seen---
Where the girls have the lily and rose in their cheeks,
And the grass in midsummer is green---
Do you think now and then, now or then, in the whirl
Of the city, while London is new,
Of the hut in the Bush, and the freckled-faced girl
Who is eating her heart out for you?
Grey eyes that are sadder than sunset or rain,
Bruised heart that is ever more true,
Fond faith that is firmer for trusting in vain---
She waits by the sliprails for you
poem by Henry Lawson
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to Hell?
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kiss the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
And I'll never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
Didn't call
Can you hear it calling?
Do you feel warmer?
As the hired hand's exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
As she calls
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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5. Candy Stripes
My candy stripe
Soft flannelette
A warmer sheet
I’ve not found yet
Wrapped up cosy
Snuggled in
Dreams a plenty
Flooding in
Sleeping soundly
Taking rest
Charging batteries
To their best
All will last
Beyond the dawn
I wake refreshed
As if reborn
So keep you silken
Sheets of passion
I’d rather have
The warmer fashion
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Toss and Grab 1,
Kept you under the wings,
for you to grow warmer,
kept away those strangers,
for you to grow stronger,
picked those worms,
for you to grow smarter,
opened these two wings,
for you to grow wiser.
This world belongs to you,
my dear children,
You have every right to explore,
my dear children,
There may be petty problems,
on the way, children!
smash those issues,
my dear children.
Make mistakes, that,
not affect your health,
my dear children,
Take decisions, that,
not affect your integrity,
my dear children.
Be kind to your subordinates,
my dear children,
they are the ladder,
for you to climb up,
my dear children.
Get wiser day by day,
my dear children,
Speculation is not a plays,
my dear children,
you will bring corn,
my dear children,
They will bring husk,
my dear children.
When blow and share,
my dear children,
You will lose my dear children.
When there is a sale,
the market is quiet
enter to trade,
my dear children.
When there is a crowd,
everyone talks for million,
sell your share and run away,
my dear children.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Cant Keep A Good Man Down
No, you cant keep a good man down
When you got a good woman to keep it up
No, you cant stand on firmer ground
When love is the question I got enough
Ooh, with lips so sweet
Our love just cant be beat, my darling, oh yeah
A love like yours and mine
Can stand the test of time, my darling, oh yeah
But for tomorrow -- tomorrow never comes
Love is the secret -- goes living on
No, you cant keep a good man down
When you got a good woman to keep it up
No, you cant stand on firmer ground
When love is the question I got enough
Just when I need you, show me the way
You came into my world -- turned my night to day
What good is a man without a woman?
But for the trouble -- trouble always comes
Love is the secret -- goes living on
No, you cant keep a good man down
When you got a good woman to keep it up
No, you cant stand on firmer ground
When love is the question I got enough
Ooh, your love is strong
Keep me forever, youre my darling, oh yeah
A love like yours and mine
Can stand the test of time, my darling, oh yeah
But for tomorrow -- tomorrow never comes
Love is the secret -- goes living on
No, you cant keep a good man down
When you got a good woman to keep it up
No, you cant stand on firmer ground
When love is the question Ive got enough
song performed by by Bee Gees
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In the steps of Rumi: 86: Here, maybe now..
Maybe there really is ‘somewhere else’.
Maybe there isn’t.
Travel agents tell me there is.
They even suggest that I’ll be someone different
while I’m there…
but suppose I was? Would I
remember to come back?
Or stay there, be someone else..
until I’m sure, I stay here
and practise just being here.
It sounds simpler that way.
Then when I’m expert in being here,
and go somewhere,
I’ll still be ‘here’ there..
Really? You think that sounds dull?
But I’m happy to be me, here…
Maybe I’ll be happy being ‘here’ there, too..
And when I’m expert at being here,
then I might try being now..
no past to worry about,
no future to worry about;
It sounds simpler that way.
I’ll let you know.
*
[to Rumi and to Ronberge: poets of the light heart,
the light touch.]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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All Across The Sands
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
A secret safe with all the world
Too vain to seem so capable
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
How can a pretty painted shell
Send them all packing off to hell
A freight train laughs and rattles by
You kissed the girls and made them die
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
And Ill never come here again
And we will never come here again
And we will never play here again
Again
Can you hear it calling
Do you feel warmer
As the hired hands exposed
After her call
After her call
After her call
And she calls
song performed by by Stone Roses
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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On A Mountain Top
On this high altar, fringed with ferns
That darken against the sky,
The dawn in lonely beauty burns
And all our evils die.
The struggling sea that roared below
Is quieter than the dew,
Quieter than the clouds that flow
Across the stainless blue.
On this bare crest, the angels kneel
And breathe the sweets that rise
From flowers too little to reveal
Their beauty to our eyes.
I have seen Edens on the earth
With queenly blooms arrayed;
But here the fairest come to birth,
The smallest flowers He made.
O, high above the sounding pine,
And richer, sweeter far,
The wild thyme wakes. The celandine
Looks at the morning star.
They may not see the heavens unfold.
They breathe no out-worn prayer;
But, on a mountain, as of old,
His glory fills the air.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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There is zero debate about whether the world is getting warmer. That is a fact, a measured fact. There is some debate, although not much anymore, about what's causing the world to get warmer. And the consensus, by far is that it's us.
quote by Peter Barnes
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