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The Little Cripple's Complaint

I'm a helpless cripple child,
Gentle Christians, pity me;
Once, in rosy health I smiled,
Blithe and gay as you can be,
And upon the village green
First in every sport was seen.

Now, alas! I'm weak and low,
Cannot either work or play;
Tottering on my crutches, slow,
Thus I drag my weary way:
Now no longer dance and sing,
Gaily, in the merry ring.

Many sleepless nights I live,
Turning on my weary bed;
Softest pillows cannot give
Slumber to my aching head;
Constant anguish makes it fly
From my heavy, wakeful eye.

And, when morning beams return,
Still no comfort beams for me:
Still my limbs with fever burn,
Painful still my crippled knee.
And another tedious day
Passes slow and sad away.

From my chamber-window high,
Lifted to my easy-chair,
I the village-green can spy,
Once I used to frolic there,
March, or beat my new-bought drum;
Happy times! no more to come.

There I see my fellows gay,
Sporting on the daisied turf,
And, amidst their cheerful play,
Stopp'd by many a merry laugh;
But the sight I scarce can bear,
Leaning in my easy-chair.

Let not then the scoffing eye
Laugh, my twisted leg to see:
Gentle Christians, passing by,
Stop awhile, and pity me,
And for you I'll breathe a prayer,
Leaning in my easy-chair.

poem by Ann Taylor
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The Echoing Green

The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells’ cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green.

Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
‘Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls & boys,
In our youth time were seen
On the echoing green.’

Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green.

poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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The Village Green

ON the cheerful village green,
Skirted round with houses small,
All the boys and girls are seen,
Playing there with hoop and ball.

Now they frolic hand in hand,
Making many a merry chain;
Then they form a warlike band,
Marching o'er the level plain.

Now ascends the worsted ball,
High it rises in the air,
Or against the cottage wall,
Up and down it bounces there.

Then the hoop, with even pace,
Runs before the merry throngs;
Joy is seen in every face,
Joy is heard in cheerful songs.

Rich array, and mansions proud,
Gilded toys, and costly fare,
Would not make the little crowd
Half so happy as they are.

Then, contented with my state,
Where true pleasure may be seen,
Let me envy not the great,
On a cheerful village green.

poem by Ann Taylor
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You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Clouds so swift, the rain won't lift
Gates won't close, the railing's froze.
So get your mind off wintertime,
You ain't going nowhere.
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tail gates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You ain't going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Well I don't care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
So pack up your money, and pick up your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
And Genghis Khan he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep.
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Village Green

On the cheerful village green,
Skirted round with houses small,
All the boys and girls are seen,
Playing there with hoop and ball.

Now they frolic hand in hand,
Making many a merry chain;
Then they form a warlike band,
Marching o'er the level plain.

Now ascends the worsted ball,
High it rises in the air,
Or against the cottage wall,
Up and down it bounces there.

Then the hoop, with even pace,
Runs before the merry throngs;
Joy is seen in every face,
Joy is heard in cheerful songs.

Rich array, and mansions proud,
Gilded toys, and costly fare,
Would not make the little crowd
Half so happy as they are.

Then, contented with my state,
Where true pleasure may be seen,
Let me envy not the great,
On a cheerful village green.

poem by Jane Taylor
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Slow Burn

Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our minds
Shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But well dance in their dark
And theyll play with our lives
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Turning us round and round and round hark who are we
So small in times such as these
Slow burn
Slow burn
Oh, these are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall
But who knows?
Echoes in tenement halls
Who knows?
Though the years spare them all
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Twirling us round and round
And upside down
Theres fear overhead
Theres fear overground
Slow burn
Slow burn
Like a slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
Like a slow burn
Turning us round and round and round and here are we
At the center of it all
Slow burn
Slow burn
Slow burn

song performed by by David Bowie
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Village Green

Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
Theres a village green.
Its been a long time
Since I last set eyes on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy, I saw fame,
And so I left the village green.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see the village green.
They snap their photographs and say gawd darn it,
Isnt it a pretty scene?
And daisys married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns a grocery.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And I will return there,
And Ill and daisy,
And well sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will laugh and talk about the village green.

song performed by by Kinks
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You Aint Going Nowhere

Clouds so swift, the rain wont lift
Gates wont close, the railings froze.
So get your mind off wintertime,
You aint going nowhere.
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tail gates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You aint going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Well I dont care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
So pack up your money, and pick up your tent
You aint going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
And genghis khan he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep.
Well climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing ‘Ha, Ha, He!’

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of ‘Ha, Ha, He!’

poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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You Aint Goin Nowhere

Clouds so swift
Rain wont lift
Gate wont close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I dont care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
Well climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Echoing Green

he shares his dream
with his friends;
the trees, birds,
blooms and sea
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown
he carries his dream
from place to place
always with a song
a poem in his heart
come rain or shine
the breeze brings out
his dream in strange ways
splashes, splotches,
points, dots, surrealism,
inspiration trails his soul
he lets go of his dream
like a breeze
amid the sparkles,
glitters of the sea
profusely, it flows, flows
out of himself
as he negotiates his ways
through all his friends
sharing their tales
with the world
in shades of blue,
red, green and brown

inspired by

'The Echoing Green'

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells' cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say:
'Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.'
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mother
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.

- William Blake
(1757-1827)

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Big Green Chair

Look over there. See the big green chair. Its my favorite place, the chair over there.
I sit there quite often thinking of this and sometimes that. Sometimes when I sit there I wear a hat. Pink of course, nothing else would do. I even have pink shoe, the other one blue.
When I'm sleeply sometimes I crawl up in the big green chair. It smells of dad, his name is brad. But only mom call him brad, to me he's dad.
But my favorite thing about the big green chair is when dad calls my name,
Lainey, my dear, come and sit with me here in my chair, my big green chair.

poem by Brad Milner
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The Boy Inside The Turtle

Yesterday was an extra-long day
for the boy with no arms
or legs. Neighborhood children
played outside his window.

A soft machine, they circled,
joined hands, closed eyes,
jumped up and down: shoelaces,
giggles moving in time.

One caught the boy peering.
The boy contorted out of sight,
his breaths lumped on one another
like cows in a mat house.

He twisted too slow. Look,
it's the turtle! The children
gassed like an audience
responding to a laugh sign.

He shifted his weight left to right
back left, again right,
then felt from his chair- a pilot
balling out of a crashing plane.

He was familiar with this
Falling. So was his mother.
She'd surrounded his chair
with six layers of towels.

He waited there like a spilled bucket
of green paint. When he no longer heard
any semblance of playing,
he called his mom for help.

poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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I Love The Way You Love Me

(victoria shaw/chuck cannon)
I like the feel of your name on my lips
And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss
The way that your fingers run through my hair
And how your scent lingers even when your not there
And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh
And how you enjoy your two hour bath
And how you convinced me to dance in the rain
With everyone watching like we were insane
But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me
I like to imitate old jerry lee
And watch you roll your eyes when Im slightly off key
And I like the innocent way that you cry
At sappy old movies youve seen hundreds of times
But I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me
And I could list a million things
I love to like about you
But they all come down to one reason
I could never live without you
I love the way you love me
Strong and wild
Slow and easy
Heart and soul
So completely
I love the way you love me
Oh baby I love the way you love me

song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Poetry Writing

how i can i ever stop
when this act has become my life?

how can i ever tell you
about sleepless nights?

my painful eyes, my bleeding heart
how can i ever tell you
about these parts of me?

let me smile and laugh with you
my poetry shall tell another tale

and whichever is true,
ask the wind and it shall tell you
as my chair, ask my window
and they shall tell you

ask my eyeglasses and see
what i am seeing, try to taste
the salt on the floor,

they may be the residue
of my tears

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Assertiveness

Assertiveness

It is very hot I have switched off the air-condition and
opened up windows, it is supposed to be hot in July.
I hadn’t wanted to buy air- cooling in the first place,
I’m too placid and get swayed to do the wrong things.
I sit on the terrace on the terrace, in a plastic chair
that is easy to move around I used to have had a chair
of real wood before I liked more, but it was given to
someone poor; I think about it and get upset I ought
to put my foot down and say: No. Summers past I sat
in my heavy timber chair and smoked my cigarettes,
the burn kept mosquitoes away, now it is frown upon
and I dastardly I quit, but I do have a packet of fags in
the drawers; maybe one day, if I get pissed off enough
by the virtuous, I’ll lit up and enjoy my august nights.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Ballad of Father Gilligan

The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.

'I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace,
For people die and die;
And after cried he, 'God forgive!
My body spake not I!'

He knelt, and leaning on the chair
He prayed and fell asleep;
And the moth-hour went from the fields,
And stars began to peep.

They slowly into millions grew,
And leaves shook in the wind
And God covered the world with shade
And whispered to mankind.

Upon the time of sparrow chirp
When the moths came once more,
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Stood upright on the floor.

'Mavrone, mavrone! The man has died
While I slept in the chair.'
He roused his horse out of its sleep
And rode with little care.

He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fen;
The sick man's wife opened the door,
'Father! you come again!'

'And is the poor man dead?' he cried
'He died an hour ago.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
In grief swayed to and fro.

'When you were gone, he turned and died,
As merry as a bird.'
The old priest Peter Gilligan
He knelt him at that word.

'He Who hath made the night of stars
For souls who tire and bleed,
Sent one of this great angels down,
To help me in my need.

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,
With planets in His care
Had pity on the least of things
Asleep upon a chair.'

poem by William Butler Yeats
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Pornification

Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
I want to command a life I can understand.
Passing judgement upon others...
Is not a taste I welcome or demand.
And I take my wishes seriously,
No matter who observes...
The kind of man I am!
Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
And throughout neighbors,
There are thugs and others...
Doped up on hope,
As if they 'should'.
And how to make a coping much better.
Far better than it is!
Until the next 'hit' fits the groove.
To make a worthlessness
Accepted and approved!

Things are easy to laugh at
When misunderstood.
Easy to laugh at...
Until you see this does no good.
So 'Pornification' is 'not'
Too far out of the picture?

'And...
It's fornication! '

Then where does that 'F'ing 'F' go?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy

Know it sounds funny
But I just cant stand the pain
Girl Im leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know Ive done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
Ive paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
Im not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Thats why Im easy
Im easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because Im easy
Easy like sunday morning

song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Play It Again Sam

Well we read best selling novels
So we can talk between the lines
And we often close our eyes
Just to hide the dollar signs
And were suddenly pretentious
And conform with the stream
Were born and bred believers
In the american dream
And we drink our whiskey straight
Though we do not like the taste
And we dress in obligations
With a top hat show of haste
And we hinder our reactions
As we measure what we say
Until someone starts to cry
And the faces turn away again
Play it again sam
Take it slow and easy
Sing about the land of the brave
And the home of the free
And theres a man who will tip you
Better than youve gotten yet
If you play us a happy song
And help us forget
Play it again sam
Well we donate to our charities
To deduct our future taxes
And we flock to bars for drinking
Though one never quite relaxes
And we compromise our standards
If it means well get attention
And the things we need the most to say
Are the things we never mention
Play it again sam
Take it slow and easy
Sing about the land of the brave
And the home of the free
And theres a man who will tip you
Better than youve gotten yet
If you play us a happy song
And help us all forget
Play it again sam
Now I know God is up in heaven
Its hard to keep in mind
Sometimes when youre searching for relief
And hell is all you find
And I know that Im a romantic
I might seem a fool to say
Im know Im going to see a few hands joined
Before my dying day
Play it again sam
Take it slow and easy
Sing about the land of the brave
And the home of the free
And theres a man who will tip you
Better than youve gotten yet
Just play us a happy song
And help us all forget
Play it again sam
Play it again sam
Play it again sam

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Easy Come,Easy Go

I see the way you look at me
It's not the Hennessey
Cuz you're feeling me
But instead you're acting scared
Don't be afraid of me
Let's not be cowardly
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Is it my girls 'round me
Or is my job heavy
Come baby talk to me
Maybe from caught out there
Don't tell me it's my hair
Come on now let's play fair
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Instead I get Mr. crazy
Yeah he's comin' see
With the guts to say to me
He thinks that him n' me
Should go and have babies
(Yeah right)
I wish you'd come and save me
Keep in mind boy
Keep in mind boy
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go
Keep in mind boy
It's easy come and easy go

song performed by by Kelis
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