Love Pawn
The raging storm occurring outside my window
Can not compare to the constant choler
That tempers my heart this maniacal moment.
Why? Would you like living a pawn of love?
Forever being forced to feel painful pangs
Caused by a cruel manipulator. Like a captured
Pawn without a pertinent part in the game of love:
Only to stand alone among the active players.
On the sidelines, stagnating, unable to sever
Yourself from the fray. A preordained pawn!
Whose role resembles “ loves labours lost”
A cruel comedy rendering me a pathetic prisoner
That must persistently prove my legitimacy.
Rage on teapot tempest! At least your wrath will wane.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Gold Watch And Chain
(A.P. Carter)
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
It's a face that is false but is fair
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Gold Watch & Chain
(a.p. carter)
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
Its a face that is false but is fair
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Pawn Shoppe Heart
I found my heart
In a pawn shop, baby
You took me for dead - dead
By the way - you still
I am way past tales
I'm bored and I'm crazy
You took all my good love
And gave it all away
I've been on the backstreet
I'm all alone
I've been on the hotseat
I'm gone - I'm gone
Sweet little love of mine
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
With all your good looks
I still have nothing
Breaking the whip on my back like a man
Still have nothing
Take everything you want
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
song performed by by Von Blondies
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Shametown
I see the world through the eyes of an idiot
Talkin big white trash (? )
Before the girls an boys inside of my soul
They take my path (? )
In the mirror there I see my fathers face in glass
I know I am not anyone yet too afraid to ask
I will pawn you my watch
Pawn you my chain
Pawn you my new diamond ring
Pawn you my watch
Pawn you my chain
Pawn you yeah most anything
Get your clogs on the floor
Step up step up step up an do more
Hey little girl is your door still open
The devil still inside
Seen your face he left the place
Took everything inside
Hey by the way I forgot to mention
I let it just slip out
Today is the day of salvation
An aint gonna tell no lie
Some through the water
Some through the flood
Some by the fire
But all through his blood
Some through the water
Some through the flood
Some by the bullet
But all through his blood
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Queen of tango
I swap ten of my stories for one letter from you.
Letter and gingerbread heart with a mirror in it.
I want to do the tango, I'm tired of chess.
We can: Hidalgo, guitar and Argentina are close
for the souls that fly across the ocean.
Chess is better: a game in which the queen checkmates the king.
But the queen wants to dance, not play.
Make a move and dance, and I'm going to watch.
The queen goes to the dance floor with a pawn.
Here is my castle shooting at your pawn.
The pawn falls; the queen is going for a new one.
The king resigns: Do not go for a new pawn, we will do the tango.
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poem by Jankovic Zoran
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D4 Or E4, That Is The Question
He sits across from me over a board
With checkered squares. He is white; I am black.
I need a win, him a draw. Can’t afford
To play prophylactically. Attack
Is my only chance to win this tourney.
Which leaves me with only one opening:
The Sicilian*. I only hope that he
Will play a hackneyed first move like a king
Pawn center thrust. Queen pawn creates problems
And he doesn’t need problems at this time.
I feel both moves favor me. It depends.
Playing queen pawn I think would undermine
His chances for a draw but then again
The king pawn move allows the Sicilian.
* 1. e4....c5
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Fool’s mate
(1. f3...e5 2.g4...h4 mate!)
Unwise for White to push the pawn to three;
Exposing royalty to Black’s attack.
With pawn at Bishop three, one must agree
f3 was not the move to play on Black.
The Black opponent counters with e5
A sure maneuver yielding enterprise.
His queen has open space and hopes to strive
To leave her home and head for White’s demise.
The fool's deficient understanding, moves
His pawn obliviously (seals his fate)
To square g4. A move I disapprove
Of. Black has won the game, h4! The mate!
The lesson learned from this experience
Don’t play a fool with inexperience.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Only A Pawn In Their Game
A bullet from the back of a bush took medgar evers blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a mans brain
But he cant be blamed
Hes only a pawn in their game.
A south politician preaches to the poor white man,
You got more than the blacks, dont complain.
Youre better than them, you been born with white skin, they explain.
And the negros name
Is used it is plain
For the politicians gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it aint him to blame
Hes only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white mans used in the hands of them all like a tool.
Hes taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
bout the shape that hes in
But it aint him to blame
Hes only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And hes taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He aint got no name
But it aint him to blame
Hes only a pawn in their game.
Today, medgar evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
Hell see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Pawn Broker
I am sorry my poor Mom!
You pawned your Wedding ring
For my studies
And I sold my Algebra book
To a second hand book shop
And straight away ran to the Cinema hall
To watch the movie 'The Pawn Broker'
I had the pawn chit but unexpectedly
It's in my holey wallet and somebody pick pocketed!
The old man 's no more
But the grand son continues his business
At the same place the hard job plays with human lives!
(The Pawnbroker is a novel by Edward Lewis Wallant which tells the story of Sol Nazerman, a concentration camp survivor who suffers flashbacks of his past Nazi imprisonment as he tries to cope with his daily life operating a pawn shop in East Harlem.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Refuse To Live Subject To Fear
I refuse to live subject to fear in any form;
For far too long, I have been subject to intimidation-
No more, no more-I have been a pawn to deceit's storm
Once, twice before, and shall no longer allow its manifestation;
I am unlike you, when I am in fear, I communicate, not shut out
The source of my fear, even though your heart yearns for same;
I adore you, and would never do anything to besmirch your name,
But your deceit has now transmogrified into misplaced blame,
For the 'love of your life'-I shall no longer play your game!
I am not the product of your fears, nor could I put out
Such a feeling, in anyone with a rational base to their thought;
I shall wait, forever if I must, for this love to be what it ought!
How dare you break your own heart, and blame me for this fear-
Your long-sought love is practically upon you, never before, this near!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I'm Frazzled
Frazzled by the foolishness turned on,
And the quality that's gone...
As the people try to pawn,
All their values quick.
And I'm frazzled by the...
Hopelessness that's fed,
Accepted without care...
By the people everywhere,
Sobbing in their pits.
And within their pits,
Holding on with tightened grips.
Oh I'm frazzled by the despair that I see.
I'm frazzled by the frowns surrounding me.
I'm frazzled by the acceptance of all this.
And no one will admit,
This is sick!
And I'm frazzled by the sight of all of it!
Oh yes I'm frazzled by the...
Foolish turned on.
And the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.
I'm frazzled by the quality that's gone,
As the people try to pawn...
All their values quick.
This is sick.
And I'm not 'hip' to this one bit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Femdom
Blame has somehow fallen my way,
Though I weren't in the guilty fray,
Pained by what she'd not got to say,
We enter a violent ballet,
To my love I eagerly fawn,
Only to end up as her pawn,
Blind to where the line's to be drawn,
I fear getting tattered and torn,
She sheds the guise she's wise to don,
While trust in her is all but gone,
A safety word's not agreed on,
When I'm whom her wrath falls upon,
The hell into which I was thrown,
Contained hurt never before known,
Lashed with pain I started to groan,
But with rapture I in time moan.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Growing Up Hard
Counting pennies, to buy a loaf of bread
More often than not, hungry going to bed
Us carrying mothers sewing machine, every thirty days
Three blocks to the pawn shop, till the welfare check pays
Got the welfare check, would get the sewing machine out
We'd pawn it again next month, without a doubt
Living on commodities, free peanut butter and cheese
Going to school without a coat we'd always freeze
We never had many nice clothes to wear
Mother would mend them when they began to tear
Having meat for dinner was a real rare thing
Breakfast and supper, beans and rice we were eating
We wore our shoes until they fell apart
Mother could only buy one of us a pair, at the mart
Quiet often we were left all by ourselves
While mother worked or went out for cocktails
The days weren't so bad alone, we were in school
But young and left alone at night was really cruel
Feeling so alone, just us three
Please stay home tonight mama, we'd plea
Times were hard when I was a child
This poem I've written, is putting it mild
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Patient Love
I am not the person, you want me to be
Built a wall around my heart, will never be free
A wall no can can get through to
Been hurt so bad, if only you knew
Pain and memories is why I pen
I can't get away from way back then
Please save yourself, don't fall in love with me
If my heart had a lock you would have the key
My faith and trust are all gone
I've always been someone else's pawn
If I could love again I'd do my best
With your love, I'd feel real blessed
So please my love be patient with me
I know this is a lot to ask, and such a great fee!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Never Surrender
My thoughts are tangled in a web of dilusion
For only you can free me from this painful confusion
I feel that time has forgotten me & there is no tomorrow
For only you can drain me from this misery & sorrow
My heart screams & cries out for you
For without your love I will always be blue
I'am a prisoner in my own state of mind
For it is only your love I wish to find
For it only being in words you have made me so happy & glad
I will never forget & always cherish the love we once had
Don't want to think that it's a love lost love
I feel & meant everything I mentioned above
Please let me know if you still care
For me not to wonder I think is only fair
My love for you will always be in my heart
I can only hope & prey that we will never part
Sincerely & forever yours, love always Art
(5/14/08)
poem by Arthur Garcia
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After the game, the king and pawn go into the same box.
After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box.
At the end of the game the king and the pawn go into the same bag.
At the end of the game, the pawn and the king go back in the same box.
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.