When We Were Young
I remember when I was a little child,
Both, you and I, used to run free and wild.
We plaited each others long, blonde hair.
Back then, our lives were free from care.
We spied both the butterfly and the ladybird,
And ate dainty tarts filled with lemon curd.
We jumped in puddles in our Wellie boots.
We searched in ponds for frogs and newts.
We both believed in fairies and in witches.
Monopoly money became our worldly riches.
Knees were scraped, and secrets were shared.
In awe, at coloured rainbows, we both stared.
We used to love playing out in the snow,
Which made our cheeks and fingers glow.
We played at ‘houses', ‘hospitals' and ‘shops'.
We performed plays with costumes and props.
We went on day trips down to the seaside,
Where we explored treasures left by the tide.
When our mums called us in for tea,
‘Just five minutes more? ' was our plea.
We played happily together, side by side,
And we gave each other piggy-back rides.
We used to pretend that our dolls could talk.
We drew on pavements with coloured chalk.
We pretended that we were beautiful princesses:
We wore gorgeous frocks, and had pretty tresses.
Often, we used to go paddling in the local stream,
Where we spotted fish, which had a silvery gleam.
For the future, we made so many plans,
And pretended to travel to far off lands.
We used to enjoy baking fairy cupcakes,
And the autumn leaves, we used to rake.
We built and we furnished secret dens,
And coloured pictures with felt-tip pens.
We never ever worried about wet weather;
The days, back then, seemed to last forever.
We spent so much of our time playing together:
It was as if our souls were, somehow, tethered.
We thought that these days would last and last:
We never thought they would become the past.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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If We All Were Like Children
Once there came a child approaching a gentle brook,
Dipping his hands into the water, a small fish he took.
It wiggled, and squirmed, freedom it did seek,
It made the child laugh, and squeak.
Then playing opossum it lay still, and pretended was no more,
the child lay the fish upon the rocky shore.
The fish knowing it was almost free,
flipped up in the air with child like glee.
The child tried to grab it back up,
but the fish very quickly kept flipping up.
It hit the water, and off it did swim,
the child shrugged his shoulders, and gave up on him.
Attention being short, the child saw a bug,
ran off to catch it, and give it a hug.
If everyone were in their hearts like children we see,
then the Earth would be Heaven, and life would be free.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Walk On The Wild Side
Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
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Little joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side
Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was james dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
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(doo)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Love, Lust Or HATE
I thought I had feelings for you
I left my friends for you
When you called I jumped for you
Whatever you wanted I got it for you
No matter what I had to do
Only you I thought about everyday
However you felt I felt the same
When you were sad
I was sad with you
Eventhough I would cheer you up
As long as you were happy
I cared about you
Yet it was weird
I never felt like this before
Was it love?
Was it lust?
Hell no I was just confused
You had me so wond up
I didnt even know what my name was
Why did I even fall for you?
You played with my emotions
More than anyone would ever know
Why did I still stick by your side?
I caught you in action with other people
All I did was turn around and leave
Gave you chance after chance
Everytime you would just shit on me
And I STILL went back to you
The stress you gave me
Is more that I ever had to deal with
Now I'm over you
You will never be able to get at me again
Im through with you..
10-03-05
poem by Ashley Olson
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Affair On 8th Avenue
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after shed gone
I remember it well
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
Her long flowing hair came softly undone
And it lay all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And she told me a riddle Ill never forget
Then left with the answer Ive never found yet
How long, said she, can a moment like this
Belong to someone
Whats wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
We must almost be born
So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
Im only your lover, dont make me decide
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after shed gone
I remember it well
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Bring Back The Time
You sit alone in your room;
your mind wanders
to the sound of a tune.
A tune that was a hit
so long ago when you were young.
You remember the first time you heard it,
and where you were at the time.
Suddenly a memory springs
from the back of your mind.
Coloured lights and dancing feet
move across your mind.
Your wish now is
bring back the time.
Bring back the days
you remember so well.
Days when there was
a new dance craze every week,
when groups played instruments
before the synthesiser was born,
when songs had lyrics
that everyone could sing
and a tune everyone could hum.
Bring back the teenage time
before the years flew away.
Now in reality I sit and smile,
wishfully thinking I could
bring back the time.
poem by David Harris
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Now Your Memory
Coloured leaves dance about
Season changed and so did you
We walked along I can't forget
I think of things we use to do
Now Your Memory
Plans we made for tomorrow
The first flower you gave to me
Dreams we shared together
Your kiss that felt so gently
Now Your Memory
I look back and soak it all in
It makes me smile and cry
This was the it use to be then
And even though I do realise
Now Your Memory
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Only Fun When Young
Only fun when young - sonnet
I miss the days when I was a young boy
Life then seemed easy and free of care
I miss playing in the sand with a joy
When I was young I use to hug my bear
So care free while having a lot of fun
Everything seemed to be so simple like
In Summer days I played under the sun
In Fall I felt joy as I flu my kite
Full with memories I want to have back
I wish to ride my bike with old buddies
Fun as a young child is something I lack
Now I am fed up with endless studies
Childhood is a time I would like to revive
Since I need to find a way to survive
poem by Zaakir Muhammad
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Ten Days Of Rain
(r. stewart, k. savigar, t. brock)
The wind cries on the boardwalk
Oh god, its cold tonight
Somewhere in the city
Someones holding her tight
Hes telling her shes beautiful
Touching her long blond hair
Hes found out all the secrets
We swore wed never share
Oh, it drives me crazy
To think of her with him
Come back, baby
Come back home again
Chorus:
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain
My heart is filled with pain
Will she ever come back again?
Ten days of rain
She said Im tired of talking
Trying to get it through to you
You never tell me you love me
Thats all I want you to do
I thought we had a future
Something to hold on to
We even talked of children
Something I never do
She loved me like no other
She held me like a child
Come back baby, come back home again
Chorus
The thought of her still haunts me
Her voice is everywhere
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain
I can hear the freight train whistle
I can hear the church bells toll
But telephone line, when its off the hook
Thats the loneliest sound of em all
In the letter that she wrote me
Before she went away
She said darling, always remember
Love aint a hard word to say
Ten days of rain
Ten days of rain, such pain
Will she ever come back again
I dont know, I dont know
Come back baby, Im so lonely baby
Ten days of rain, ten days of rain
Is it raining all, raining all
Raining all over this world
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Rose Coloured Glasses
(scott mccarl)
Im an ivory tower boy
Never quite put down the toys
I always think the best of them all
I see only sunny skies
With the wool over my eyes
I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
Its a funny sort of haze
All full of dreams of yesterdays
And the dreams are so real you could cry
And you know the grass is green
On the side youve never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
As I grow a little more
Wonder what this all is for
And the brass ring is slipping away
I would keep the glasses near
And would shed a quiet tear
And maybe smile inside as I say
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured...
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Days to Remember
Do you remember the days?
The days of Cinderella wanting to go the ball
The days of the seven dwarfs
The days when you believed in it
I remember those days
The days you held your mother’s hand
The days when you wished on a star
The days you believed that wish would come true
Do you remember the days?
The days of jump rope
The days of secret hand shakes
The days you believed it was just so easy
I remember those days
The days when you would hide and they would seek
The days of spending all day playing ball
The days you thought it would never get hard
We all remember those days
poem by Ambra Milton
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The Bird of Jesus
IT was pure indeed,
The air we breathed in, the light we saw,
I and my brother, when we played that day,
Or piped to one another; then there came
Two young lads of an age with one another,
And with us two, and these two played with us,
And went away.
Each had a bearing that was like a prince's,
Yet they were simple lads and had the kindness
Of our own folk lads simple and unknowing:
Then, afterwards, we went to visit them.
Theirs was a village that was not far off,
But out of reach towards elbow, not towards hand:
And what was there were houses
Houses and some trees
And it was like a place within a fold.
We found the lads,
And found them still as simple and unknowing,
And played with them: we played outside the stall
Where worked the father of the wiser lad
Not brothers were the boys, but cousins' children.
There was a pit:
We brought back clay and sat beside the stall,
And made birds out of clay; and then my brother
Took up his bird and flung it in the air:
His playmate did as he,
And clay fell down upon the face of clay.
And then I took
The shavings of the board the carpenter
Was working on, and flung them in the air,
And watched them streaming down.
There would be nought to tell
Had not the wiser of the lads took up
The clay he shaped: a little bird it was;
He tossed it from his hand up to his head;
The bird stayed in the air.
O what delight we had
To see it fly and pause, that little bird,
Sinking to earth sometimes, and sometimes rising
As though to fly into the very sun;
At last it spread out wings and flew, and flew,
Flew to the sun.
I do not think
That we played any more, or thought of playing,
For every drop of blood our bodies held
Was free and playing, free and playing then.
Four lads together on the bench we sat:
Nothing was in the open air around us,
And yet we thought something was there for us
A secret, charmed thing.
So we went homeward; by soft ways we went
That wound us back to our familiar place.
Some increase lay upon the things we saw:
I'll speak of grasses, but you'll never know
What grass was there; words wither it and make it
Like to the desert children's dream of grass;
Lambs in the grass, but I will not have shown you
What fleece of purity they had to show;
I'll speak of birds, but I will not have told you
How their song filled the heart; and when I speak
Of him, my brother, you will never guess
How we two were at one!
Even to our mother we had gained in grace!
poem by Padraic Colum
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The Weekend Blues Session
Three days and three nights
playing the guitar blues of life
my mind and body taken back
I can see
the old streets and the seats
where the blues players of old
used to meet
They'd sing of the pain
and the hate
and we'd respect what they
had to say
All these memories coming back
as we played for the times
when blues was our life
We played for the joy
we played for our minds
we played for our souls
we played until the monday morning blues
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Some Daft Plot
As I sit at my desk pipe in hand,
and look out the back window
at the chalk pit and hill behind.
I remember what it was like
before the houses moved in
and decimated the view.
They called it progress
removing the bushes and trees
where the wildlife flourished.
They never gave a thought
to the natural habitat they destroyed.
They built their houses never thinking
that the new occupants
would use their neighbour’s gardens
as a short cut because
they were too lazy to walk.
The short-sighted planners
never once gave a thought to that,
all they saw with their greed
was money dancing before their eyes.
No one ever thought out things,
then the local councils never do,
they just think of some daft plot
and pass it through
so they can say they are doing something
to earn their money.
If they and others like them
had any common sense,
the world may not be in the big mess it is.
Greed covered their eyes like blinkers
and so they push ahead
destroying everything in their path.
One day they may wake up,
but I sincerely doubt it.
15 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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7. Childhood
It was hard when I tried to think back
To remember the bad and the good
Reliving old memories I thought I’d forgot
Way back in my early childhood
My brain started sorting out data
So much how did one childhood cope?
I lived for today’s not tomorrow’s
All new days were full of fresh hope
My winters had snow covered pathways
So deep my poor frost bitten toes
With cotton wool coatings on rooftops
Where long slender icicles froze
In springtime’s the weather was milder
Like frolicking lambs we would play
Hide and seek, football or cricket
Would keep us amused through the day
By summer the sun stayed much longer
And gave off much more of its heat
Sandcastles, seaside and hotdogs
Where often a late weekend treat
Each autumn saw changes in colour
Leaves turned brown with much less green
Days got much darker by teatime
So outside no children were seen
Once again back round to winter
The rough weather fading my tan
My childhood became one year older
With seasons back where they’d began
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Homeland
Remember that summer down by the shoreline
I still can hear those old forgotten songs
And we made promises to last forever
I just cant believe those days are gone
There used to be a place that we could call our own
We used to think tomorrow was a long , long time
But sadness filled my heart
When I knew the moment had come
When I had to leave those days behind
I felt so free where I wanted to be
The days went so fast how I wish they could last
So far from my homeland Im lost in time
My souls still searchin for that peace of mind
Those sacred landscapes come miles around
And my hearts still beatin for those country grounds
Remember when our hearts were filled with laughter
It echoes in my trail of fallen tears
But no matter where I am today
Or what the future might bring
I will remember those long gone years
I cant let go I wanna know
Does it have to end for the best of friends
So far from my homeland Im lost in time
My souls still searchin for that peace of mind
Those sacred landscapes come miles around
And my hearts still beatin
For those country grounds
Lord I know that those days are gone
Long, long, gone
I felt so free where I wanted to be
The days went so fast how I wish they could last
song performed by by Europe
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0271 The Covering
It was not bright enough, not bright enough
to show itself to them, to all; to tempt
the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool
would say to them look here, look here
it was not strong enough, not strong enough
to meet the heat, the cold; to venture
in the world’s bright gifts; the coloured wool
would warm it in the cold, the cold
it was not safe enough, not safe enough
to shield itself from hurt; to live its life
amid the strong, the weak; the coloured wool
would hide it from the hurt, the hurt
there was not care enough, not care enough;
the wool was knotted; slipped and slid
around its centre there; the coloured wool
is knotted here and here and here
there is not time enough, not time enough
to free the wool; the wool it would cast off
from off its centre there; the coloured wool
that never was the need, the need
there were not words enough, not words enough
to free itself; itself which never had the need
to bind itself in coloured wools; it did not trust
the bright, the strong, the safe, the care, the time.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Spoils Of The Dead
Two fairies it was
On a still summer day
Came forth in the woods
With the flowers to play.
The flowers they plucked
They cast on the ground
For others, and those
For still others they found.
Flower-guided it was
That they came as they ran
On something that lay
In the shape of a man.
The snow must have made
The feathery bed
When this one fell
On the sleep of the dead.
But the snow was gone
A long time ago,
And the body he wore
Nigh gone with the snow.
The fairies drew near
And keenly espied
A ring on his hand
And a chain at his side.
They knelt in the leaves
And eerily played
With the glittering things,
And were not afraid.
And when they went home
To hide in their burrow,
They took them along
To play with to-morrow.
When you came on death,
Did you not come flower-guided
Like the elves in the wood?
I remember that I did.
But I recognised death
With sorrow and dread,
And I hated and hate
The spoils of the dead.
poem by Robert Frost
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Three And Nine
(FerryMackay)
You might remember
How it used to be
3 and 9 could show you
Any fantasy
Parti-coloured pictures
Now and then 3D
No cheap nostalgia
Conjured up by me
Back to the old days
Close to home
Show me some new ways
I'll carry on
Whether making out or played out
Three and nine make twelve
I've a dozen reasons
Lying on the shelf
B feature back rows
Filed away
No point pretending
Change is here to stay
3 and 9 to 45
Decimal romance
If you've warmed to centigrade
You stand a sporting chance
I'm not so special
You're a misfit too
Why must they interfere
In everything we do'
Should we play safe now
Or go all the way'
Six and two threes now
More I cannot say
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Diddy Ba Bin
wa wa diddy ba
oer the way of kuriga
searched for love
and found a cave
and from above
a pact was made
and there he spent
the rest his days
saying wa wa diddy ba
searched for love and
found a voice
which gave him then
a bowl filled thrice
and everywhere the ba ba went
his bowl was filled
with sticky rice
the years wore on
the days wore thin
and what was left of ba ba bin
was found among the curios
and a bowl filled full
of cheerios
poem by George Murdock
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Janice and You At London Bridge
It was the fourth day
since the break up
from school
for the summer vacation
and you were riding
with Janice
on the bus
to London Bridge
and she was wearing
the lemon coloured dress
you liked
that came to the knees
which were pressed
together
and the brown sandals
with the patterned holes
and the red beret
on her fair hair
was swaying
with the motion
of the bus
opposite you
was a man
wearing a trilby
and a moustache
who kept looking at you
with his dark eyes
his head going
from side to side
as the bus moved
and he sat next
to Janice
his hands
on his knees
and he turned
and gazed
at Janice's knees
then up at you again
his features flushing
and then he looked away
at the passing scene
behind you
pretending
you weren't there
then at London Bridge
he got off
and so did you
and Janice
and you waited
until he had gone
walking up
and over the bridge
and you said
he was a queer fish
who?
said Janice
that bloke
who sat next to you
why?
she asked
he kept staring at me
and ogling
at your knees
did he?
Janice said
you wait
until I tell Gran
about that
she'll say
you watch out
for his type Janice
he's no better
than he ought to be
you nodded
and smiled
at her imitation
of her gran
and she laughed
and you both
walked down
the steps and by
Southwark Cathedral
to the embankment
by the River Thames
and stood by the wall
looking at the passing
boats and ships and tugs
and the occasional
ducks floating
on the brown water
and you felt Janice's
9 year old hand
touch yours
as she pretended
(as she often did)
that you were
a married couple
out for a romantic walk
gazing
at the passing scenery
with the added
small talk.
poem by Terry Collett
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