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The Drama Exam

I sit outside the exam room,
Worrying that I'll forget my lines.
I sit there feeling anxious,
Trying to convince myself it will be just fine.

I can hear the slightly muffled sounds
Of the previous candidate going through their paces.
Sat in the corridor at RADA, on my own,
My mind feels with fear, while my heart madly races.

I've rehearsed these pieces over and over,
So the words I'm hoping that I won't forget.
I've recited them every day for weeks on end,
So, in my mind, they should be firmly set.

Soon enough, it's my chance to shine.
I know I've got to keep my nerves at bay.
I take a deep breath, compose myself, then launch into
'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? '

After my sonnet, I perform my speech.
'If music be the food of love, ' I start to recite.
I'm totally amazed and relieved that, for both pieces,
I manage to get every single word perfectly right!

Next, the examiner sits me back down,
To discuss her expectations for the sight reading test.
With only a few minutes preparation time.
I'll just have to try and do my very best.

With the exam now over,
To the examiner, I bid farewell.
I think I've done okay,
But, I guess, it can be hard to tell.

A few weeks later, I get my result.
I've passed with Merit. I feel great,
And so, that night, I head to the pub,
For a drink to celebrate!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Music Exam

I sit outside the exam room, waiting, patiently, for my turn;
Anxiety has, long since, set in, and my stomach is all a-churn.
These music exams, have always been really rather formal,
So, I guess, to get this nervous, is just completely normal.

I enter the exam room, and, having warmed up, I start,
But, all too soon, things, very slightly, begin to fall apart.
For this moment, in my life, I have, relentlessly, rehearsed;
Of the times, I’ve played this piece; this is, by far, the worst.

I’m unable to stop my two hands from, literally, shaking,
And I’m feeling annoyed at the mistakes, I’m now making.
At home, I’ve played this piece, hundreds of times before,
But my fingers just don’t seem to want to work any more.

At my mistakes, I’m now feeling really rather frustrated,
And deep inside, my spirit is now, somewhat, deflated.
At home, feeling relaxed, I played these pieces just fine;
Now my fingers, no longer feel as though they are even mine.

Next up, the examiner asks me to play some scales and chords;
To make too many errors, in this section, I can very ill afford.
But, I hardly falter, and I get all of them, pretty much, right;
I feel extremely relieved, and the end of the exam is in sight.

Finally, I’m presented with a short piece of sight reading;
‘Nothing too difficult’ – in my mind, I’m, silently, pleading.
The examiner thanks me for coming, and I am now free to go.
How well I did, I now have to wait a few more weeks, to know.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Returning To RADA

I sit in Reception and wait, and wonder
What is going on, as it sounds like thunder.
Up on the first floor, somewhere above my head,
The students are making enough noise to wake the dead.
Across the room, I can hear feet running to and fro,
And the drama students utter loud sounds, as they go.

It’s Saturday, but rehearsal studios are alive wherever I go,
With drama students, honing their skills, in readiness to show.
En route to my exam, I pause upon the first floor,
And, am drawn by sounds, which I just can’t ignore.
A tinkling piano and the sound of singing, is what I hear;
I stand there momentarily, soaking up the atmosphere.

Sitting outside the exam room now and I can hear a cello;
Its sound soaring towards me: deeply resonant and mellow.
The previous candidate emerges from the exam room,
And is living proof that you should never ever assume.
He’s a stocky guy, in his mid forties, with shaven hair;
Not the kind of person I would have expected to see there!
But, then I guess I’m not a typical drama student either;
Just another person, like him, hit by Shakespeare fever!

In the exam, I begin reciting my sonnet and fluff my lines,
So I end up starting the piece again, for a second time.
I’m calmer now and my train of thought is back on track,
And in my concentration, there is now no further lack.
During my second piece, I sit on an imaginary moonlit bank.
This time, thankfully, my mind is clear and doesn’t go blank.

I launch into my final piece and have a right ball,
As the speaker is angry and this is not like me at all!
Where my imaginary target stands, I have a man in mind;
Someone from my life, who I’ve recently left behind.
I would have loved to have shouted at him like this;
I find the moment extremely therapeutic! Pure bliss!

I thoroughly enjoy throwing my two arms around,
And raising my voice; making such a loud sound.
The words are firmly stuck there, within my head,
And, if looks could kill, my victim would be dead!
Through the piece, venting my pent-up anger, I plough,
And, from the examiner, my efforts earn me a ‘wow! ’

With my sight-reading test, I attempt to ‘emotionally invest’,
But with only three minutes to study the piece, I just do my best.
We talk and she tells me that I bring much to the table.
I express self-doubt, but she seems to consider me able.
She expresses hope that I’ll come back to the Academy again.
Next time, it will be my Gold Certificate I’ll be hoping to obtain.

But I wonder how I’ll know, if my standard ever gets that good?
How will I know if I if I shouldn’t attempt it or even if I should?
Next time, there’ll be two examiners watching me,
And I can imagine just how nervous I will, then, be!
I’m just not sure within my self, that I’ll ever be that clever,
But, then again, as the saying often goes, never say never!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Discovering Shakespeare

‘From you have I been absent in the spring.’
The words of Shakespeare have a truly lovely ring,
But, when I was younger, by his words, I was bored,
And his words, written on a page, by me, were ignored.

Now I’m older, I can see that his famous words,
Are actually among the loveliest I’ve ever heard.
Until recently, I couldn’t recite a Shakespeare speech,
But, slowly, line by line, myself, I did teach.

Of his work, I love the rhythm and rhyme,
As it makes it much easier to learn each line.
Being able to recite a short speech, I felt proud,
As I had never performed any of his work aloud.

I was really amazed at what I’d been able to achieve,
And now, from my mind, his words will never leave.
When I feel low, in my mind, his words I recall -
They lift my mood, just as I am about to fall.

I didn’t understand any of his stories before,
But with each day that passes, I’m learning more.
I now understand about the characters and the plots.
Over the last few months, I really have learnt a lot.

Helena from ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream, ’
Is very like me in character, or so it seems:
She’s sensitive and cautious and likes to think things through,
And that description can pretty much be applied to me to!

Prior to my Shakespeare Bronze exam, I was full of fear,
But it proved to be one of the highlights of my entire year.
It’s been one of the best experiences of my life to date,
And to take my Shakespeare Silver exam, I just can’t wait.

If only Shakespeare was alive today, he would see
Just how much sheer joy he has managed to bring me.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Im In Pieces

Music by daryl hall
Lyrics by daryl hall, janna allen
Why do I go all to pieces
When youre breezin by
My desire makes me shy
The words I wanna say to you
But baby Im afraid to
'cause Ive been a fool in love
Over and over again
You gotta know Im in trouble
Im all undone
Got my heart in your hand, understand? .
Cant cool down the passion
Cant stop the reaction
So be careful with a fool in love
Who is over his head again
Im in pieces
Im in pieces over you
Girl I cant hold. out
Got to hold back my obsession
'cause I care too much
But its hard-to pretend (once again)
Cant slow down every heartbeat:.:
No catchin up on lost sleep
Gone so far and Im so deep over my. head again
Im in pieces
Im in pieces over you
Girl I cant hold out
Guess Ill go to pieces now
You shatter my pattern
You let me see daylite
Im takin up habits
Just to break em all over again

song performed by by Hall & Oates
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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First sonnet

These words, they just wont come out of my head.
They stay deep down inside, where i can't reach.
I feel as if my mind has now gone dead.
These thoughts, i just cant hold, i want to screech!
You want me to write you a just sonnet,
but i cant think of what to say to you.
All i can think of is the word bonnet,
because its the only rhyme i can do.
if you want a better sonnet than this.
Then so help me, cause i don't have a clue.
do you think of my sonnet as amiss?
or are these thoughts down in my head adieu?
Will these ideas in my mind now leave?
So then i ask when will i be relieved?

poem by Brianna Perreira
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(Only A) Summer Love

Now there's nothing left to do
but to lay my head down for sleeping
I'm weak with exhaustion and the lover's blues
and I still can't forget those weeks I had with you
But I guess it was only a summer love
Nothing too serious and nothing to last
I feel like a fool to be longing for that lyin' summer love
Once we both loved just a bit too hard
for deep down we both knew it was dyin'
And we both talked just a little about forever
but we both knew we were doing some lyin'.
Now the snow falls, freezing my hurt for you
but some nights I feel it's still there.
I've come back now to the life I've known before you
but I doesn't have the same old meaning.

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Summer Love

Now there's nothing left to do
But to lay my head down for sleeping
I'm weak with exhaustion and the lover's blues
And i still can't forget those weeks i had with you
But i guess it was only a summer love
Nothing too serious and nothing to last
I feel like a fool to be longing for that lyin' summer love
Once we both loved just a bit too hard
For deep down we both knew it was dyin'
And we both talked just a little about forever
But we both knew we were doing some lyin'.
Now the snow falls, freezing my hurt for you
But some nights i feel it's still there.
I've come back now to the life i've known before you
But i doesn't have the same old meaning.

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Farewell My Summer Love

Oooh,
Farewell my summer love, farewell
Girl I wont forget you,
Farewell, my summer love, farewell, ooh
I found my happiest days,
When you came to see your grandma in may
I bumped into you by the corner store
I told you that you sure looked good, now
Your grandmas house was next to mine
We were together most of the time
But summers gotten away from us
Times moving too fast for us
(bye, bye)
Dont turn around
cause you might see me cry
Farewell my summer love, farewell
Girl I wont forget you
Farewell, my summer love, farewell, ooh, yeah
When you return to your hometown
And you discuss your trip
Will I be the guy that you put down
Or someone that you dont forget, no?
Ill never forget you
And maybe next year
When youre out of school
Youll return, but until you do, baby
(bye, bye)
Dont turn around
You might see me cry
Farewell my summer love, farewell
Girl I wont forget you
Farewell, my summer love, farewell, yeah
Oooh
Farewell, farewell
Oooh,
Farewell, farewell
If you remember my name,
(drop a line)
Drop a line sometime, yeah
Yeah, ooh
Girl I wont forget you
Farewell my summer love, farewell
Girl I wont forget you
When you return to your hometown
And you discuss your trip
Will I be the guy that you put down
Or someone that you dont forget, no?
Ill never forget you
And maybe next year
When youre out of school
Youll return, but until you do, baby
(bye, bye)
Dont turn around
You might see me cry
Farewell, my summer love, farewell, oohh, yeah
Farewell, my summer love, farewell
(repeat to fade)

song performed by by Michael Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Last Three Weeks 5-11-09

The last three weeks are:
crazy
heaktic
busy
tireing
exaugh sting

The last three weeks are:
full of test
parties
exams
food
movies

The last three weeks are:
exciting
emotional
no seniors, well for a week
losts of homework
no homework

The last three weeks mean
that school is almost out,
start counting down the days,
graduation,
awards,
SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE! !

poem by Kim Davis
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Music Sounds Better With You Lyrics (ft. Mann)

i tried to write this down
the words just don't come out
it's hard to say how you feel
been down the longest road
said yes when i meant no
i lost control of the wheel

cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us

oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
i used to think that love
was something fools made up
cause all i knew was heartbreak
oh, i couldn't help myself
let this heart go through hell
there's only so much a heart can take

cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us

oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you

every song
every rhyme
every word
is better with you(music sounds better with you)
every day (every day)
all of the time (all of the time)
every way
music sound better with you

she's my music enhancer
when the music plays she's my dancer
when i'm around her everything's faster
every question i have she's the answer
i'm head over heels
can't explain that this all so real
when i'm around you baby you make me feel like
everything's better with you

oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
the music sounds better with you
music sounds better with you

poem by Jojo Jonna
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Love, Music, and Dancing

I can't describe this feeling
So I really don't know why I'm writing about it
But I have to put it down on paper
To hold it and keep it safe
Just in case I forget and need to remind myself

I know you might be thinking about love
And love is glorious, don't get me wrong
But love's so overdone
I wouldn't need to write it myself to remind myself

I need to write about how music feels
And how, when you hear a great classic
Or even something you've never even heard before
You have to stop and listen
And do you know what?
Now that I think about it
It does feel like love
But it's still different

For a second
You're IN the music
And you can't catch your breath
And it feels like you know everything
Just for a second

And then, it makes you dance
So I guess I'm writing about that, too
Because to me love feels the same as music
And they both feel like dancing
Love, and music, and dancing
That's what it feels like

Spinning and leaping
Singing terribly
And yelling ''I YOU''
At the top of my lungs

Because in that second
I love everyone
And everything
And it all feels like
Love
Music
And dancing
And I guess I can write about it, too

poem by Violet Llewellyn
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Could you be the one for me?

Could you be the one for me?
Could you be my find?
Could it be, after all this time,
Fate is going to be kind?

Could you be the one for me,
The one to help me forget
The man that broke my heart, my soul
The man that haunts me yet?

You tell me that I'm beautiful
Something I've never heard
But the one still lives here in my mind
That couldn't spare a kind word

It's going to be hard to forget
And pick up the pieces he left
Could you be the one to teach
How to love again and forget?

Could you be the one to come
And mend my broken heart?
Are you willing to piece together
What another broke apart?

It won't be an easy job, you see
My road has been long and rough
And the heart that was once so soft
Is now shut, locked, and tough

But I can feel my heart open again
It's opening for you
Just come in, and love me back
That's all you have to do

I must ask you one small thing
Before we kiss and part
Please be nice and kind to me
I'm tired of broken hearts

poem by Carlisa Smith
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Out Of My Mind (live)

Atlanta, Georgia, 4/2/94) ("Not For You" B-side)
Out of my mind, yeah... (2x)
All of the time, yeah...
Wish you could help me mister
Wish you could lift me up
Wish you could pack my parachute mister
Wish you could pull me up
Oh, the winds of change, I'm stuck beneath the rain...
Oh, I wish you could help me up, yeah...
Out of my mind...
Out of my mind, yeah...
Oh, once inside, I'm out of my mind...out...
Out of my mind...
Out of my mind, yeah...
Oh, once inside, I'm out of my mind...
Wish you could help me, give me a pill
A-just a little drink that I could swill
A little something, anything, anything, I'll try all...
I ain't got nowhere to go from here
I'm just about this far from drowning in my very own tears
Out of my mind, yeah...
Out of my mind...
Oh, once inside, I'm out of my mind, yeah...
Out of my mind, yeah...
Out of my mind...
I don't feel so hot...
Out of my mind...
Where do I go? Where do I stay?
I got no place to lay in the hay
Where do I go to soothe my head?
Guess I'll turn on music instead
Where do I see? Where do I shine?
No one wants to take my mind...
Where do I go? How do I feel?
Guess I'll waste away in here
Out of my mind... (11x)
Out of my mind every single time

song performed by by Pearl Jam
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Three weeks...That's it!

Okay!
I am finally convinced.
You are madly in love with me.

Resisting the opportunity,
To return my telephone calls...
Has to be upsetting.
Stop!
Don't continue to do this to yourself.

The police came by to question me!
You would do 'anything'
To cement my love for you!
I told them that!
Why are you the last one,
To realize it!

Okay!
I am finally convinced.
You are madly in love with me.

Sending your brother by my home,
Is totally unnecessary!
There is no need to keep up with your pretensions.
I'll tell say this...
And this is my final offer.
If I don't hear from you within three weeks...
That's it.
I am going to move on.
You are playing too hard to get.
You are wasting valuable time.
I hope that is understood!

Three weeks...
That's it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was Hoping

as we were taking outside it was cold we were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter
my wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know please don't tell her or anyone
but I need to talk to somebody
you said "wouldn't it be a shame if I knew how great I was five minutes before I died i'd be filled
with such regret before I took my last breath" and I said "you're willing to tell me this now
and you're not going to die any time soon"
and I said I haven't been eating chicken or meat or anything and you said yes
but you've been wearing leather and laughed and said we're at the top of the food chain
and yes you're a fine woman and I cringed
I was hoping I was hoping we could heal each other
I was hoping I was hoping we could be raw together
we left the restaurant where the head waiter (in his 60's) said "good-bye sir thank you for your business sir you're
successful and established sir and we like the frequency with which you dine here sir
and your money" and when I walked by they said "thank you too dear" I was all pigtails and cords
and there was a day when I would've said something like "hey dude I could buy and sell this place so kiss it"
I too once thought I was owed something
I was hoping I was hoping we could challenge each other
I was hoping I was hoping we could crack each other up
I too thought that when proved wrong I lost somehow
I too once thought life was cruel
it's a cycle really you think i'm withdrawing and guilt tripping you I think you're insensitive
and I don't feel heard and I said do you believe we are fundamentally judgmental? fundamentally evil?
and you said yes I said I don't believe in revenge in right or wrong good or bad you said
"well what about that man that I saw handcuffed in the emergency room bleeding after beating his kid
and she threw a shoe at his head.
I think what he did was wrong and I would've had a hard time feeling compassion for him"
I had to watch my tone for fear of having you feel judged.
I was hoping I was hoping we could dance together
I was hoping I was hoping we could be creamy together

song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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Love Me Madly

YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME NERVOUS,
I DON'T KNOW IF THE WORLD DESERVES US,
YOUR'E DOING THINGS I WOULDN'T MENTION,
YOU HAVE A HUNGER FOR ATTENTION.
YOU KNOW YOUR'E MAKING ME FRANTIC,
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTIC?
YOUR'E LIKE THE WOMAN OUT OF SPECIES,
I THINK I'M GONNA GO TO PIECES.
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG,
YOU'D BETTER GET BACK WHERE YOU BELONG,
YOU NEVER DO RIGHT,
YOUR'E DOING WRONG
THEN RUNNING TO ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
YOU KNOW YOUR MAKING ME ANXIOUS,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYBODY BLANKS US,
YOUR LIKE A COCKTAIL SET ATTILA,
A KIND OF HOLYCON GUERILLA,
YOU KNOW I'M HEADING FOR A CRACKUP,
YOUR'E GETTING EVERYBODYS BACK UP,
I'M GETTING READY FOR A FREAKOUT,
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOUR'E RIGHT TO SPEAKOUT?
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO?
I FEEL I'M GETTING RATHER TENSE,
AT THE TURN OF THESE EVENTS,
I WANT TO RUN AWAY AND HIDE,
BUT YOU KEEP DRAGGING ME INSIDE,
I'M TETHERED TO A TRAINEE HELLCAT,
I'M FEELING JEALOUS OF THE DOORMAT,
I'M NEARLY FAINTING WITH THE TENSION,
ONE DAY WE'LL END UP IN DETENTION,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN YOU'D RATHER FIGHT,
YOUR READY FOR COMBAT DAY OR NIGHT,
YOU NEVER BACK DOWN,
YOU START THE FIGHT,
THEN RUN BEHIND ME.
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY?
STAY FOR LIFE OR LEAVE ME SADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE ME WELL OR LOVE ME BADLY,
DO YOU HAVE TO LOVE ME MADLY,
BE MY FRIEND REJECT ME GLADLY,
PLEASE DON'T ALWAYS LOVE ME MADLY,
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
LOVE........ME MADLY
( CONTINUES TILL IT FADES )

song performed by by Human League
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Music come again

Never winning head is spinning emotions cross to their beginning
Music love music lost death is here inside of us
Always wanting always needing knife will cut until there’s bleeding
Words wont flow thoughts wont move did I ever have that groove
Art for art or so they said get these words out of my head
Selling out I wont go just don’t need it any more
Time keeps ticking like the drum will I ever have that fun
Girl and boy heart and love music is the freeing one
Can I make one last stand will the music come again
People pushing you back down to the soundless cold hard ground
Will they take music from me and rip my heart out oh so gently
Never knowing what to do a deep deep darkness finding you
Forget these words and forget the music did I ever want to do it?

poem by Acid Burn
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Coming Down In Pieces

I was way off track from start
I judged everything by my damned heart
I walked unprotected 'gainst the blows
How was I suppose to really know
When you think you know what's the right thing to do
And you find you just don't have a clue
And when things turn out to be not what they seemed
You are caught walking barefoot on glass
With your head firmly stuck up your ass
I was coming down in pieces you bet I was coming down
What goes up believe me surely must hit hard the ground
I was coming down in pieces yet I was sound enough to say
I'm the only one to blame, yeah, so get out of my damn f*ckin' way
I scratched my walls 'till my fingers bled
I tried to get it all out of my f*ckin' head
I was really deep down for quite some time
It took quite a while to leave it all behind
When it hits ya' and you don't think that you'll make it through
And the times when a hell will stick to ya' like glue
And it seems very effort is destined to fail
You'll be surprised how you sh*t you can take
Before you give it in and you start to break
I was coming down in pieces...
When you think you know...
Now I know should I go there again
To hit the bottom don't need to mean the end
I was coming down in pieces...

song performed by by Quorthon
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I Can See Nobody

I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by.
I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy.
Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posessses me.
I just can't move myself. I guess it all just had to be.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things.
I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing.
Don't ask me why, little girl. I love you and that's all I can say.
You're ev'ry ,ev'ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I never felt like this before...a love like yours so young and fine.
And now as I try to forget you...it doesn't work out any way.
I loved you such a long time ago...but in my eyes you'll always be.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I loved you such a long time ago...don't know why...
And I don't know why...baby...
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Sonnet: My Poetry Today

Each poem that I write, gives me new hope;
Each sonnet I compose- fresh lease of life;
With Poesy’s wings, problems I can cope;
My heavy heart’s relieved; so is my strife.

My every line of verse gives me great joy;
My every theme new/old, has truths to tell;
New genres/techniques, I wish to employ;
With peace renewed, my heart and mind are well.

Sometimes, I feel I tell the same old things!
But it is not so: I tell in different ways;
In words of melody great, my heart sings;
And thus, I forget my unpleasant days.

Despite my grief, my face keeps wearing smiles;
In Poesy’s domain, I’ve traveled miles.

9-20-2002

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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