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They had certainly exasperated them, and could not disperse them, as after every charge - and some of these drove the people right against the shutters in the shops in the Strand - they returned again.

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Stupidity Street

I saw with open eyes
Singing birds sweet
Sold in the shops
For people to eat,
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street.
I saw in vision
The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
Stupidity Street.

poem by Ralph Hodgson
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Overlord of the World

If I were in charge of the world
Lots of things would be different
There would be world peace
All war would cease

If I were in charge of the world
I would never be sad
Always surrounded
By a friendly fad

If I were in charge of the world
All the resources would be replenished
We would never run out of oil
All of this taking place in the dreamworld

If I were in charge of the world
There would be no homeless people
People would care for others
The cruelness will crumple

*Fad is an inside joke; it’s a person who is kind and friendly

poem by Brandon Martin
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Be yourself? Or act? Hide?

People are people,
Trees are trees,
Chairs are chairs,
Leaves are leaves,
Boxes are boxes,
Glasses are glasses,
Shops are shops,
Passers by are just passers,

People are the people they were born to be,
Whether that makes them “normal” or not,
Some people are totally care free,
Some people care an awful lot,

If someone is gay,
Then they are themselves,
If someone is lesbian,
Then they are themselves,
If someone is fat,
They are themselves,
If someone is thin,
They are themselves,

Some people act,
They act as other people,
They don’t want to be themselves,
They mustn’t be happy,

If you are who you are,
And receive grief,
They are only jealous,
If you are not who you are,
People look at you in pity,
They aren’t so jealous,
You can never win,
Do you be yourself?
Do you act?
Either way people judge wrong,
Is it them covering?
Is it them acting?
Are they themselves?
Or are they also hiding?

poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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What for is money?

I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.

Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.

Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.

All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.

“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.

We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.

We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.

Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.

Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.

People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?

If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?

Without products how could then we live and enjoy?

So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.

I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'

poem by Palas kumar Ray
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The Supermarket

I paid a visit to the shops,
On the arrival my wits died;
Money was exercised and I was made,
My own business stayed in the eyes,
The money made me rich and also richer.
No game was in the air, the shops,
The shops, and more shops.
This was a supermarket bustling with goods,
Food employed me to encounter it,
The wit of dying came to ruins,
The care of dying was living,
And this was the supermarket.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Avenue Of Love

(9/24/12)

Love is an avenue of which to explore
Go to any shop and open the door
Shops for every feeling known to man
Walk in to understand.

Shops for pain, sorrow, bitterness and heartbreak
Shop around - it's not to late.
Shops for joy, happiness, contentment, devotion
Shops for every emotion.

Stop in - look around - feel every emotion
That can be found.
Shop around ahead of time
To find out what awaits down the line.

But do not be fearful of pains
That may await
Take the chance - don't hesitate.

You can search every shop that's on this street
But there is nothing that can compete
To the love that you have deep inside
A love so beautiful that you can not hide

All these shops are in your soul
Open the doors and life unfolds.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the whose garden was
This? album, and has also been released on the changes album.
Virgil caine is the name, I served on the danville train
So much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the summer of sixty-five we were hungry just barely alive
By may the tenth richmond had fell its a time I remember so well
The night they drove old dixie down and the bells were ringin
The night they drove old dixie down and the people were singin
They went la na na na na na la na na na na na na na
Back home in tennessee my wife called out for me
Say virgil come quick and see there goes robert e lee
I dont mind choppin wood and I dont care if da money aint good
You take what you need and save the rest but they should never have taken the
Very best
The night they drove old dixie down and the bells were ringin
The night they drove old dixie down and the people were singin
They went la na na na na na la na na na na na na na
Like my father before me he was a workin man
Like my brother above me he took a rebels stand
He was just eighteen proud and brave when a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood beneath my feet you cant raise a caine back up when hes
In defeat
The night they drove old dixie down and the bells were ringin
The night they drove old dixie down and the people were singin
They went la na na na na na la na na na na na na na
The night they drove old dixie down and the bells were ringin
The night they drove old dixie down and the people were singin
They went la na na na na na la na na na na na na na..................
Words and music by r robertson

song performed by by John Denver
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Morning

We are what we repeatedly do.
—Aristotle

You know how it is waking
from a dream certain you can fly
and that someone, long gone, returned

and you are filled with longing,
for a brief moment, to drive off
the road and feel nothing

or to see the loved one and feel
everything. Perhaps one morning,
taking brush to hair you'll wonder

how much of your life you've spent
at this task or signing your name
or rising in fog in near darkness

to ready for work. Day begins
with other people's needs first
and your thoughts disperse like breath.

In the in-between hour, the solitary hour,
before day begins all the world
gradually reappears car by car.

Anonymous submission.

poem by Deborah Ager
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The Spider And The Ant

I curiously observed an ant as it meandered,
ever closer to the spider's web.
In the corner of the window sat the spider,
a strand of web beneath its leg.

A waiting game was being played by the spider,
as the ant went this way and then the other.
How could it miss the web's support strands.
The spider bided its time and didn't bother.

The ant finally came across a strand and hesitated,
it tested its safety and then stepped back.
Surprisingly it climbed up to the labyrinth's centre,
the spider's sensors couldn't miss that.

It ran up the web and began to encase its prisoner,
but the ant fought hard against the thread.
Seconds later the spider returned to its corner
satisfied that its prey was almost dead.

poem by Orlando Belo
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There was an Old Person of Anerley,
Whose conduct was strange and unmannerly;
He rushed down the Strand
With a pig in each hand,
But returned in the evening to Anerley.

quote by by Edward Lear
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Yule Fever (With apologies to the King's Minstrel)

I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,
And a few bob in the old kick and a mere spot of credit;
For he'll trust me, so the boss said, but I hate the way he said it.

I must go down to the shops again, for the call of Christmastide
Is a stern call and a hard call that may not be denied.
And all I ask is a fair choice at reasonable prices
And a hard heart for bland blokes with blandishing devices.

I must go down to the shops again. There's gifts for Mum and Dad
And Jim's gift and Joe's gift and toy for Peter's lad.
Then all I want are gloves for Clare? And June? I'll send her roses,
And - who's next? The list says - I've lost it! Holy Moses!

But I must go down to the shops again, to the shops and the milling crowd
On a hot day and a fierce day when the skies know ne'er a cloud;
And all I ask is a fair spin 'mid the masses overheating
And the loud bawl of the bored babe, and the toy drums beating.

I must go down to the shops again, for I would be counted still
With the kind ./.. of the free hand in this season of goodwill;
And all I ask is a stout heart to carry on undaunted
While we scour town for the salt-pot that we know Aunt Annie wanted.

I must go down to the shops again, for they'll ply me, sure as fate
With the pink tie and the puce sock, and I must reciprocate.
But all I ask is a long seat when the weary trek is finished
And enough left for the Yule feast ere the bank-roll be dimished.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Do The Strand

there's a new sensation, a fabulous creation
a danceable solution to teenage revolution
do the strand, love, when you feel love
it's the new way, that's why we say
do the strand
do it on the tables, quaglino's place or mabel's
slow and gentle, sentimental
all styles served here, louis seize he prefers
laissez-faire le strand
tired of the tango, fed up with fandango
dance on moonbeams, slide on rainbows
in furs or blue jeans, you know what i mean
do the strand
.....
we're playing our tune by the pale moon
we're incognito down the lido
and we like the strand
had your fill of quadrilles, the madison and cheap thrills
bored with the beguine, the samba isn't your scene
if you feel blue look through who's who
see la goulue and nijinsky
do the strandsky
weary of the waltz, mashed potato schmaltz
the sphinx and mona lisa, lolita and guernica
rhododendron is a nice flower
evergreen it lasts forever but it can't beat the strand power
do the strand

song performed by by Alphaville
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Throwing me away

As missing the world sent away
I begin beckoning
Missing the world
The boring world came closer one strand by one strand

That one strand and one strand pierce me
I just start to beckon, though

Since I can't hold my heart
I struggle toward that world with trembling heart

Until the whole world is mine
You have to be mine

poem by Chulsoo Kim
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There is no Charge...

Generosity of the earth,
For whatever its worth.

There is no charge

The fragrance of flowers,
At any time and hour.

There is no charge

The shade of a beckoning tree,
Offering shelter to a refugee.

There is no charge

The birds early morning orchestra,
Uplifting like chanting a mantra.

There is no charge

Motherly caress of the gentle breeze,
So soothing, stress is released.

There is no charge

Days and nights,
Nature’s cues to sleep and rise.

There is no charge

Watching the ebb and flow of ocean tide,
As the Sun sets and goes to hide.

There is no charge

did you say everything is expensive,
how can any one be happy.

What if nature gave you a whack
And tried to teach you what is lack.
Can you handle her balance sheet?
Indignant, you’ll scream, you cheat, you cheat.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Raul

Raul
he made it in the foriegn land
and returned to his country
bought a big house
and a brand new car.

Raul
everytime he drove the car
as if he did not see
the beggars on the street
that he had just let the water from the gutter
to splash on them
while his car moved on.

Raul
when he had a car accident
the people who rushed him to the hospital
that helped save his life
were the beggars on the street.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The Gift

Written by mark davis & marti sharron
Every captain must steer the wheel, not by choice but from the voice
Thats in his ear, I have lived long and Ive done much wrong
But Ive survived through my lies, Im still here, so all you people
Know what I say is true, that Im here because of you, I have lived on
Yes Ive made it through, youve returned your love to me
Well I felt fire and I got tired of running from the truth
And I let people down, and I wore a crown of being the biggest fool
So all you people know what I say is true, that Im here because of you
I have lived on, yes Ive made it through, youve returned your love to me
There were times I had enough, I almost gave it up
But you reached out your heart to me, look what youve done now
Ive become the best, oh, Im the best I can be, oh, oh, oh
Youve returned your love, the gift of love, yes, you gave this gift to me

song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Do The Strand

(ferry)
Theres a new sensation
A fabulous creation
A danceable solution
To teenage revolution
Do the strand love
When you feel love
Its the new way
Thats why we say
Do the strand
Do it on the tables
Quaglinos place or mabels
Slow and gentle
Sentimental
All styles served here
Louis seize he prefer
Laissez-faire le strand
Tired of the tango
Fed up with fandango
Dance on moonbeams
Slide on rainbows
In furs or blue jeans
You know what I mean
Do the strand
Had your fill of quadrilles
The madison and cheap thrills
Bored with the beguine
The samba isnt your scene
Theyre playing our tune
By the pale moon
Were incognito
Down the lido
And we like the strand
Arabs at oasis
Eskimos and chinese
If you feel blue
Look through whos who
See la goulue
And nijinsky
Do the strandsky
Weary of the waltz
And mashed potato schmaltz
Rhododendron
Is a nice flower
Evergreen
It lasts forever
But it cant beat strand power
The sphynx and mona lisa
Lolita and guernica
Did the strand

song performed by by Roxy Music
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There are apothecaries' shops, where prepared medicines, liquids, ointments, and plasters are sold; barbers' shops, where they wash and shave the head; and restaurateurs, that furnish food and drink at a certain price.

quote by Hernando Cortes
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The Ship That Never Returned

On a summer's day while the waves were rippling, with a quiet and a gentle breeze;
A ship set sail with a cargo laden for a port beyond the sea.