Facing The Frost
People, around me, are confidently striding,
While I worry about slipping and sliding.
Where it is clear, my confidence grows,
But where it is icy, my pace, again, slows.
People are walking, looking fairly relaxed;
While I walk, head down, watching my tracks.
I approach an icy patch, and pull a funny face,
As, once again, I find I have to slow my pace.
I see some children on their way to school;
With walking on ice, they seem pretty cool.
From the looks on their faces, it is very clear,
That, unlike me, they do not hold any fear.
Where I am able, I walk along on the grass,
So that icy patches, on the pavement, I pass.
At times, I have no choice, but to face the ice;
With the threat of potential injury, I now dice.
My face is a picture of concern and worry;
With the ice around, I feel unable to hurry.
My journey to work seems to take forever.
Needless to say, I’m not a fan of this weather.
It is a cold and sunny morn, but by midday,
Some patches of ice have begun to melt away.
The top temperature today is only four degrees;
It’s been forecast that tonight it will, again, freeze.
Upon the frozen ground, where shadows fall,
The frost appears not to have melted at all.
The shady side of the street is still ice white,
While the sunny side, is now clear and bright.
Come afternoon, some patches of ice are still there;
Shrouded in shadow; untouched by the sun’s glare
The day grows older and night time draws near;
The time when Jack Frost, once again, will appear.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Patches Of
patches of sunlight,
patches of clouds.
patches of Jesus,
patches of doubt.
patches of joy,
patches of pain.
patches of hope,
patches of strain.
patches of tomorrow,
patches of today.
patches of forever,
patches of 'cant stay'!
patches of loving,
patches of cold.
patches of youth,
patches of old.
patches of bravery.
patches of fear.
patches of happiness,
patches of tears.
patches of life,
patches of death.
patches of trying
with your last breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blue In The Face
Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey
Why cant you see you look so very funny
You worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Relax and sleep, tomorrow isnt leaving
And counting your sheep wont relieve you from this grieving
You worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
But youll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair
Take your time the worlds not going anywhere
Honey, you worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Blue in the face
cause youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
cause you always tend to worry
Youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Its just like you to fret like you do
So take the afternoon and maybe someday soon
You wont have to worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
But youll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair
And take your time the worlds not going anywhere
Honey, you worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Blue in the face
cause youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
cause you always tend to worry
Youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Youre just like a honey bee zap!...
Oh, when youre in a state of mind they call anxiety
And you find it very necessary to pull out your hair
Dont be discouraged
Oh, honey have courage
Dont worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Like always you worry till youre blue in the face
Honey why worry yourself sick till youre blue in the face
Youre always in a hurry
Blue in the face
You always tend to worry
Cause youre just like a honey bee, you panic, you sting, then you die
Just like a honey bee
Blue in the face
You got no time to waste
Slow down the pace
Youre turning blue, blue, blue
Blue in the face
You got no time to waste
Slow down the pace
Youre turning blue
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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A Cold Winter's Day
The weather cold and overcast in the middle of July
And cold jack frost blows with his chilly breath across the Winter sky
And in Kyneton, Trentham and Daylesford they have had a fall of snow
And the temperatures at zero and the weather glass is low
From Spring through Summer to late Fall the weather warm and dry
And for days on end the sun was burning in the clear blue sky
But the rain and snow is needed now and people pray for more
For the paddocks at this time of year never dry as this before
Yet today I saw a magpie despite the Wintery chill
Fly from the ground to a tall gum tree with a twig in his bill
For to build a nest an early sign of the approach of Spring
Of late in the darkness of the night I hear his kin bird sing
In parts of Central Victoria it is snowing, cattle bellowing for hay
And the cold breath of jack frost in the wind it has been a chilly day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Reveries of an Imaginary Landscape No.12 - Morning with Water
White mist
hiding the brownish patches of trees
looking upward the canopy scrumptious, vivacious
The air
cold at first
fresh, invigorating
Cool red earth
pitted and smooth, damp and vibrant
silky red flowers and burgeoning patches of green and blue
The sun
blasting, rippling through the canopy
bright dancing shadows on the red, red earth
Running water
clear, warm, from a steamy spring
shiny droplets dripping
poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols
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A set back
I was shown displeasure
I was unable to decide it for sure
It was cutting me from within
It was clear set back and no win
I could see clear partiality
There was no outstanding quality
I could only lament and feel pity
I still tried very hard to have amity
It does happen in all the spheres
No walk of life is spared from this fear
It saddens the people for alight provocation
It creates bitterness and gives clear indication
One may opt out if he or she is clever enough
We all err at certain level and fall through
No one can act tough and at the same time rough
We are sentimental and not made of such stuff
We may feel to boycott sometimes
It may not prove helpful anytime
We got to stay together and face
We are bound to loose in mad race
It can’t be made as thumb rule
Wed must make it as combined pull
You will have to face deception and treachery
There is no use to feel bad and sorry
You may not be able to make frequent changes
Time may come when you will not be able to manage
We got to be a part of evil set up and still remain aloof
You need to be above all without needing a proof
No one has survived strong lobby
You can’t join there as pure hobby
You may have to face all odds and furry
You will have to sail smooth and can’t move in hurry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Marking Time
I realise that walking down the street isn't a race,
But, compared to you, I have a much quicker pace.
Against me, it's like you have committed a crime,
When I am trapped behind you, semi marking time.
Please can you not stop in front of me, and then turn;
It really is very annoying, as you, one day, may learn.
I'd appreciate it if you moved to the side of the street,
If you are not actually intending to move your two feet.
When stopping in the middle of a pavement, you may find,
Looks of annoyance on the faces of those people behind.
I've had an amazing idea for a really good invention:
Human indicators, so that I can predict your intentions!
My hopes of a speedy journey, have often been dashed,
When into slow walking tourists, I have almost crashed.
To me, it seems like everyone moves so incredibly slow;
Come on, you guys! Move those feet! GO! GO! GO!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Sitting In The Midday Sun
(sung by the tramp)
Im sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
Ive got no need to worry, Im in no hurry
Im looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say Im lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
Id rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all hes got.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
Ive got no home,
Ive got no money
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
I havent got a steady occupation
And I cant afford a telephone.
I havent got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say Im a failure and Ive got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
Ive got my pride,
Ive got no money,
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
Everybody thinks Im crazy,
And everybody says Im dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
Id rather be an out of work bum.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
song performed by by Kinks
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When The Snow Came
The snow started here, at about half past four;
Lightly, at first, but then it fell more and more.
Upon spying the first few flakes, I rushed to the shop;
The snow began to settle, but I hoped that it may stop.
But it continued to fall, creating a blanket of white;
Till snowflakes coated everything within my sight.
By nightfall, the world was bathed in an eerie glow,
Created by the bright reflection of the fallen snow.
Against the orange glow of a nearby street light,
I could see flakes falling, and swirling in flight.
Overnight, heavy snow had been forecast to fall,
But, luckily, for us, we had no extra snow at all.
I awoke in the morning, and saw patches of green,
And clear rectangles, where parked cars had been.
The snow was not half as bad, as I had anticipated;
I knew the snow would soon melt, and I felt elated.
The day brightened up and, very soon, the sun shone;
In almost no time at all, much of the snow was gone.
By midday, we were well into the very welcome thaw;
I’m hoping that, for a while, we won’t have any more.
Snow can create many amazing, picturesque scenes,
But walking through it, when it’s icy, I’m not so keen.
Whenever snow is predicted, I feel panic in my heart,
And I feel glad whenever the snow decides to depart.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Frost
Upon waking, I pad softly over to my window,
And look out, at the wintry world, down below.
Many of the things which are within my sight,
Are covered with a thin coating of pure white.
I hear car engines running, and ice being scrapped away,
As neighbours nearby, prepare for another working day.
Through the gap, between the houses, stood nearby,
I see a bright patch of beautiful, peach coloured sky.
With icing sugar, the world appears to have been sprinkled.
In the morning sunlight, millions of minute crystals twinkle.
With dazzling diamonds, pavements seem to have been encrusted;
But, my, once sure, footing upon them, can no longer be trusted.
As I walk along the pavement, my feet slide and slip;
It is much more difficult now, to get a really good grip.
My pace, this morning, is much slower than my norm;
I tread much more warily, on this crisp, cold, frosty morn.
Only the very hardiest of plants, will survive and linger,
As, across the land, wicked Jack Frost, points his finger.
Fine, feathery patterns, now decorate the window panes;
But, as beautiful as they are, sadly, they will not remain.
Where the sunlight shines, the frost crystals disappear first,
But, where the shadows fall, crystals take longer to disperse.
Slowly, but surely, the frost melts, as the day wears steadily on,
And, by midday, the last of the glistening crystals, will be gone.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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You & I
Words and music by john deacon
Music is playing in the darkness
And a lantern goes swinging by
Shadows flickering my hearts jittering
Just you and i
Not tonight come tomorrow
When evrythings sunny and bright (sunny and bright)
No no no come tomorrow cause then
Well be waiting in the moonlight
Well go walking in the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight
Laughter ringing in the darkness
People drinking for days gone by
Time dont mean a thing
When youre by my side
Please stay awhile
You know I never could forsee the future years
You know I never could see
Where life was leading me
But will we be together forever?
What will be my love?
Cant you see that I just dont know
No not tonight not tomorrow
Evrythings gonna be alright (sunny and bright)
Wait and see if tomorrow well be
As happy as were feeling tonight
Well go walking in the moonlight (well be happy)
Walking in the moonlight
I can hear the music in the darkness
Floating softly to where we lie
No more questions now
Lets enjoy tonight
(just you and I) just you and i
Just you and i
Cant you see that weve gotta be together
Be together just you and I just you and i
No more questions just you and i
song performed by by Queen
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River
It's hard to see that
Hard to believe that I once was all on my own, ohhh yeah
'Cause You've been faithful,
And I'm so grateful that you never left me alone
(But it's so good to know)
To know that You are with me all of the time
(You'll never let me go) 'cause I am walking with You to stay alive
Chorus:
When the mountains fall
And the stars collide
I know You'll be there
Standing by my side, oh-oh-oh
When the river runs
Overflows the seas
I know You'll be there
And You will still be lovin' me
Some try to tell me
That there's another something
That fulfils like You do, ohhh
But I'm not leaving
There's nothing out there
Not a thing more precious than You
(I have no need to fear)
My Father watches over me night and day, yes he does
(My choice is very clear)
I'm so delighted to be walking Your way
Chorus
Bridge:
Never have to worry
I'll never have to fear
'Cause You are always near, taking good care of me
I'll never have to worry
I'll never have to fear
'Cause You are always near, and You will still be lovin' me
Chorus (5x
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Riding Together
For many, many days together
The wind blew steady from the East;
For many days hot grew the weather,
About the time of our Lady's Feast.
For many days we rode together,
Yet met we neither friend nor foe;
Hotter and clearer grew the weather,
Steadily did the East wind blow.
We saw the trees in the hot, bright weather,
Clear-cut, with shadows very black,
As freely we rode on together
With helms unlaced and bridles slack.
And often, as we rode together,
We, looking down the green-bank'd stream,
Saw flowers in the sunny weather,
And saw the bubble-making bream.
And in the night lay down together,
And hung above our heads the rood,
Or watch'd night-long in the dewy weather,
The while the moon did watch the wood.
Our spears stood bright and thick together,
Straight out the banners stream'd behind,
As we gallop'd on in the sunny weather,
With faces turn'd towards the wind.
Down sank our threescore spears together,
As thick we saw the pagans ride;
His eager face in the clear fresh weather,
Shone out that last time by my side.
Up the sweep of the bridge we dash'd together,
It rock'd to the crash of the meeting spears,
Down rain'd the buds of the dear spring weather,
The elm-tree flowers fell like tears.
There, as we roll'd and writhed together,
I threw my arms above my head,
For close by my side, in the lovely weather,
I saw him reel and fall back dead.
I and the slayer met together,
He waited the death-stroke there in his place,
With thoughts of death, in the lovely weather,
Gapingly mazed at my madden'd face.
Madly I fought as we fought together;
In vain: the little Christian band
The pagans drown'd, as in stormy weather
The river drowns low-lying land.
They bound my blood-stain'd hands together,
They bound his corpse to nod by my side:
Then on we rode, in the bright March weather,
With clash of cymbals did we ride.
We ride no more, no more together;
My prison-bars are thick and strong,
I take no heed of any weather,
The sweet Saints grant I live not long.
poem by William Morris
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On The Sunny Side Of The Street
Dorothy fields / jimmy mchugh
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street
Cant you hear a pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But now Im not afraid
This rover crossed over
If Id never have a cent
Id be rich as rockefeller
Going to set my feet
On the sunny side of the street
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Sand Storm
We make our way along Bournemouth prom,
To a favourite pub of ours, for a lazy late lunch.
But long before we ever make it that far along,
Our mouths fill with sand, on which we crunch.
The sand from the beach is being blown by the wind.
We watch it as we walk along the almost endless prom.
Despite having to battle through the gusting gale,
It’s quite a novelty to see the sand being blown along.
The fine granules form ever moving designs.
Many an interesting pattern the sand makes.
As it’s perpetually blown this way and that,
It twists and turns and twirls, just like snakes.
The sand has collected in patches here and there,
And some of them really are pretty deep.
Rather than walking along the tarmac prom,
We could almost be walking along the actual beach!
As I walk through the large patches of sand,
The granules collect in both of my shoes.
But I walk through patch after patch en route:
I don’t mind, as, me, it does quite amuse.
The wind whips the sand up into a frenzy.
It’s in my mouth, my eyes and in my hair.
Sand is being blown all over the place.
In fact, it seems to be almost everywhere!
I happen to place my hand on the back of my neck,
And I can feel sand there, just below my head.
The next morning, when I get up and look,
There are grains of sand near the foot of my bed!
It was really nice to have a small reminder
Of our very enjoyable, but tiring, day out.
I do so love going down to Bournemouth.
We’ll be back there soon without a doubt!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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An Inky Octopus Gripping Evil
evil never sleeps
evil owns the night
evil owns the day
evil walks day proud
owning many properties
wall street stock options
evil owns the night
owns secrets in the night
owns secrets sold by night
in many purchased places
evil has its patch
evil has many patches
an evil patch for every trade
evil buries innocence with a spade
an evil patch may be but
a few fought over city blocks
syndicated global patches
are octopus evil tentacles
some evil patches
are bigger spread
than many countries
evil marries drugs
makes mega money
addicts inject honey
drug withdrawal cold turkey
evil error terminates abruptly
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life in a Metro
I live in an apartment on the first floor,
With my name engraved on a brass plate on the door.
Since I am most of the time alone,
The only time I see a soul
Is when I step on the terrace,
Above my garage.
I see some watchmen playing cards,
And maids walking their wards.
It seems people prefer to stay indoors,
I wonder whether they get bored.
It’s the month of May and beads of perspiration
Cover my face and I wonder why I had this aspiration,
To live in a metro while I was growing up
In a small city, I really feel stumped.
You are on a nodding relationship with your neighbors,
And hesitate to ask them for a favor.
People are always fighting for parking space
And don’t mind swearing at the offender’s face.
There are so many cars crammed on the narrow road,
The pedestrian can barely afford
To take a leisurely walk, the children play cricket
On whatever little space is left.
And have to step aside, as a limousine glides blaring a horn
And spoils their excitement of a good game on a Sunday morn.
No wonder they return to their homes,
And sit on the play stations and listen to their I pods.
You feel a sense of alienation
And just eat your dinner in front of television.
If you dare to venture out at night
On the streets,
A leering man behind the wheels will slow down,
While you try to increase your pace with a frown.
I long to walk on a patch of green to lift the gloom,
But have to be content with the sight of gulmohar bloom.
You have to keep your curtains drawn
And are unable to wake up with dawn.
And see the sun’s rays dancing through the window,
The light that dispels the shadows
Of the night and announce it’s another day
I really miss my small town in many ways.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Viewing The World After A Calamity
when you step out the door
the rain stops
you walk avoiding the patches
of water
the trees are still in their
solitude
the wings are cautious
even in the making of its whispers
the skies are clear, white
stainless
the sun shines moderately
upon the cold pavement
you climb a mountain and sits
on a rock
from the top you see
how beautiful is this world still
after a storm after a 6.9 quake
if it ends as they predict
surely you will always miss it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Funny isn't it?
Funny isn’t it?
The torture and pain
But don’t worry about it
Wasn’t it just a game?
Funny isn’t it?
Watching her hide from you
Hiding behind people
So scared of what you’ll do
Funny isn’t it?
Ripping up her soul
Well I suppose you had too
You have to be in control
Funny isn’t it?
When you don’t see her around
Proud of your work
That You won your ground
Funny isn’t it?
When your smile starts fall
As you look for that girl
Missing from school
Funny isn’t it?
When the guilt takes its toll
When the worry starts
And it tares up your soul
Funny isn’t it?
When you see her friends looks
When you wish you could give back
All the things you took
It was funny wasn’t it?
Went you read that note
And you saw the reasons
she had blood on her coat
Its funny now isn’t it?
As the guilt take its place
And all you can see
Is her lifeless face
poem by Amie Waddafuck
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We Are Going To Be Friends
Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we're going to be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
then safely walk to school
without a sound
Well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn
Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height
against the wall
And we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing
Tonight I'll dream while in my bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friendsThe White Stripes Lyrics Index
song performed by by White Stripes
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Look A Little On The Sunny Side
Look a little on the sunny side
Even when they say youre on the slide,
And for a while theyll say your records never make it,
But in a while theyre gonna be showering you with praises.
Theyll give you mediocre reviews
And put you in the underground for a while,
But look a little on the funny, sunny side of life,
Look a little on the sunny side.
You sing em the blues
And then they ask for a happy tune,
And when you start to smile theyll say gimme dat rhythm and blues,
And when you give em dat rhythm and blues theyll simply smile and say
We didnt want to hear you play,
We didnt like you any way.
Its very hard to please the people every single time,
But look a little on the sunny side.
Look a little on the sunny side
Even when you feel you want to hide,
You gotta laugh, dont let your critics ever upset you,
cos for a while the cynics will all be out to get you.
You gotta be shrewd, you gotta be strong
Youve gotta convince yourself that you are not wrong,
Whistle a tune and think of a catchy, happy, little song
And look a little on the sunny side.
Its very hard to please the people every single time,
But look a little on the sunny side.
Theyre gonna put you down for a while
Youve got to learn to grit your teeth and smile
And look a little on the funny, sunny side of life,
Look a little on the sunny side.
song performed by by Kinks
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