Funny
a goat's head on a body
of a fish
swimming in air
a kite imagining
a sail boat
a cow barking
a dog sleeping with the cat
& there you are sleeping on a very fine black suit
as she kneels on an altar mumbling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Boat To Sail
Youre up state, up late, and city fed
Im a california label
From the top of my head,
Forever, ah
See a lot of open sky
When the sun goes down
Theres a hot, lot of loving when you come
Around, to free me, ah
In a boat to sail, boat to sail, away, ah
All those letters mailed from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
Bare foot, coconut and supermild
Jamaica take a look
At your own child
Forget not
Brian wilson songs are never left behind
Dont you worry baby, youre a friend of mine
For so long
From a boat to sail, boat to sail, away ah
All those letters mailed, from a
Boat to sail, away ah
We are riding in a boat to sail
We are riding in a boat to sail
song performed by by Carpenters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Woman Driving, Man Sleeping
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Wear the suitcase on the rack.
White lines shooting by,
On the pavement like the sky.
Looking straight ahead, into the black.
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Theres no radio to play.
Sitting with the map,
Laying crumpled on her lap.
Looking for the toll money to pay.
(chorus)
Man sleeping is man dreaming,
In a large apartment house.
Walking and knocking on doors.
Woman driving, man sleeping.
Passin all the other cars.
Searching in the black,
But never turning to look back.
A little metal box under the stars.
(chorus)
Woman driving, man sleeping. (x2)
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Sleeping Beauty
the sky's beauty
is seen when the world is sleeping
the mind's beauty
is seen when the man is sleeping
the man's beauty
is seen when his fear is sleeping
the life's beauty
is seen when evil is sleeping
the mother's beauty
is seen when your age is sleeping
the wife's beauty
is seen when your right over her is sleeping
THE WORLD'S BEAUTY
IS SEEN WHEN NATIONALISM IS SLEEPING
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Sleeping Girl
from without, from a child
in this location, the forces conspire
vigilant fire, expectation
sleeping girl, i wish you could tell
this violation
sleeping girl, i want you you to smile
confirmation
moment of truth
know what she says
i cant take it
i wanted the truth
but i know i can play, this location
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want to you tell me
conversation
sleeping girl, you know that you will
communication
sleeping girl, i want you to smile
confirmation
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want you tell me
communication
sleeping girl, you know that you will
vindication
sleeping girl, i want you smile
confirmation
i, i, i..
i, i, i..(low voices)
song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Does a Fish go Pee?
Does a fish go pee
when it's swimming in the sea?
Does it ever get the notion
when it's swimming in the ocean?
Does a fish take a leak
when it's swimming in the creek?
Do they do it in a muddle
when you see them in a puddle?
Does a fish ever miss when it's taking a @! &%
and they find urination
in the farmer's irrigation?
Do you think they're rather fond
of going potty in the pond...
and then, for goodness sake,
do they go while in the lake?
Do they tinkle at all
while in the waterfall?
Could you see a yellow gleam
as they do it in the stream?
Now take a little quiz:
Does a fish ever whiz?
Does a fish go pee
when it's swimming in the sea?
(Written in 1990)
poem by Cathe Ferguson
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Rain Forest Blues - And Greens
Artistic beauty
A silver arrow shoots
Swiftly and silently across
The stillness of a moonlit lake
As another fish peeps out
At a sleeping world
Dazzling entertainment
The celestial magician waves his wand
Across the heavens
Sprinkling stardust which sparkles
Falling against black velvet
Upon a sleeping world
Dramatic tragedy
Another colossus is brought to his knees
Dismembered unmercifully
His domain laid waste
Under the cut and thrust of those
Who, from beneath a cloak of decency
Rape the land for selfish fulfillment
Amidst a sleeping world
poem by Bob Oldfield
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Your Hair Dreams
Your hair
(fine as a baby’s fine)
so soft
softly
your hair
falls asleep
before the rest
of you.
Your hair
dreams of being
stroked
caressed.
The rest of you
follows suit
& soon
all of you
is sleeping.
Your hair
dreaming of my hands.
Your body
dreaming of my hands.
Dream & Reality
merging.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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When You're Sleeping
The sun came up
Desperate, desperate
The stars above
Held you back
Once again
Half way here
Half way here they whisper
You talk so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping
And you share all the secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
I saw your tears
Violet, violet
And it's been years
The sky's been crying for you
I found out
Beautiful things about you
You talked so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping, yeah
And you share all your secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
So you go and wonder
Where you wander
Lose yourself to take us higher
And I'll be waiting
For you when you're down
You talk so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping, yeah
And you share all the secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Fine Memory
Words and music by bob seger
Last night I saw you walking
Past my bed late at night,
And the moon shone
Through your gown.
Such a fine memory,
I think Im gonna take it with me.
And later as you were sleeping,
Sleeping next to me,
I felt your hair on my skin.
Such a fine memory,
I know Im gonna take it with me.
Im going to take it
Far as I go.
Im going to take it
Far as I go.
And later as I was driving,
And the sky was getting light,
And the sun came
Through the trees,
I had a fine memory,
Such a fine memory.
song performed by by Bob Seger
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pierre The Penquin
'I have just been swimming to catch my fish. I have 3, I love fish it is absolutely delicious, I don’t want them cooked, I can’t see the sense in that, I will eat them raw one by one and savor every bite. They are cold and slippery to slide down my throat. I will eat my fish first, then I might go for another swim, or I might go for a snooze for a while.'
Who knows?
Pierre the penguin has just been swimming,
to catch his evening meal.
He does not need a boat for this,
or a rod or reel.
He can swim very fast,
and catch his fish quite easily.
Pierre is well equipped for this,
has you all can see.
He has a flipper on each leg,
that makes him very strong.
So, when he goes swimming,
he can stay out there quite long.
The fish are cold and slippery,
to slide down Pierre's throat.
The oil in the fish,
gives Pierre his lovely coat.
After his meal,
he might go for another swim,
or he might go for a snooze.
Which one do you think,
Pierre, should really choose?
poem by Pamela lutwyche
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In the Glass-Bottomed Boat
In the glass-bottomed boat
of our lives, we putter along
gazing at the other world
under the sea-
that world of flickering
yellow-tailed fish,
of deadly moray eels, of sea urchins
like black stars
that devastate great brains
of coral,
of fish the color
of blue neon,
& fish the color
of liquid silver
made by Indians
exterminated
centuries ago.
We pass, we pass,
always looking down.
The fish do not
look up at us,
as if they knew
somehow
their world
for the eternal one,
ours for
the merely time-bound.
The engine sputters.
Our guide-a sweet
black boy with skin
the color of molten chocolate-
asks us of the price of jeans
& karate classes
in the States.
Surfboards too
delight him-
& skateboards.
He wants to sail, sail, sail,
not putter
through the world.
& so do we,
so do we,
wishing for the freedom
of the fish
beneath the reef,
wishing for the crevices
of sunken ship
with its rusted eyeholes,
its great ribbed hull,
its rotted rudder,
its bright propeller
tarnishing beneath the sea.
'They sunk this ship
on purpose,'
says our guide-
which does not surprise
us,
knowing how life
always imitates
even the shabbiest
art.
Our brains forged
in shark & seawreck epics,
we fully expect to see
a wreck like this one,
made on purpose
for our eyes.
But the fish swim on,
intimating death,
intimating outer space,
& even the oceans
within the body
from which we come.
The fish are uninterested
in us.
What hubris to think
a shark concentrates
as much on us
as we on him!
The creatures of the reef
spell death, spell life,
spell eternity,
& still we putter on
in our leaky little boat,
halfway there,
halfway there.
poem by Erica Jong
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Sleeping Single
Heres the house.
Heres the city and the stream.
Heres the father to my dream.
Heres the lost and lonely look in your eyes.
When you leave I will break down and cry.
Sleeping single -
I will wait for you.
Im sleeping single -
til you change your mind.
Sleeping single -
I will wait for you til time
Has gone by.
Ill pay the price
For all the love you poured like rain
toujours lamour over again,
But the midnight chills are getting so rough
And the bed is big enough for both of us.
Sleeping single -
I would die for you.
Im sleeping single -
Wont you change your way.
Sleeping single -
I will pray for you to stay,
He-he-hey...
He-he-hey...
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Village Marriage Day
With a long fine cloud
She wandered slowly away
Across the yellow mouth of morning
Through another gate-head
Where the withered maize-stems made
Leaves for folded dolls.
The backyard
Should be smeared this year.
She approaches her father
His hands bloodstained
The goat’s head laid back
On its tenuous link to the body.
She looks at the goat
Turns over the night of love
Her sleek tilted head remembers
The other art of marriage
For which he said she must prepare.
poem by Frank Bana
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Black Moon Creeping
Sleeping eyes sleep awhile
And let me get to know your language
If I believe all I see
I would hate to be around for the dawn
Sleeping eyes stay awhile
And give me some cause to rejoice
A parody of the scene
Where my three wishes were granted to me
What you got buried? in your backyard
What secret do you sleep with when the black moon come
Sleeping eyes please come clean
Im not giving you the third degree
When you live with no mans time
Aint it hard to find some peace of mind
Sleeping eyes dont you cry
And dont pretend this is not an ending
Your history yes it seems
Has been swept out with the leaves
song performed by by Black Crowes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleeping together
Sleeping together, yet being alone
This soliloquy has nothing to do with sex
It’s more ramblings, about cuddling, and just lying unconscious
And about intimacy, about sharing morning breath.
It’s about spooning, hugging, sharing the covers
And most of us have these nighttime pleasures to own
While many others, and I’m sure there are many
Are sleeping together, yet being alone.
Sleeping together is a thing based in the primeval
In the litter, in the nest, in the pack
The piling upon, over and under and among
One’s brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers
All sleeping together, never alone or lonely.
At any time 'lonely' can start and grow like a cancer
So nestle up, cling tightly, so you’ll never be
Sleeping together, yet being alone
poem by David Whalen
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Ocean Poem
I am merely a fish swimming in a pond of darkness.
The trees are anemones standing alone.
Yet still i ride on not giving up
Not stopping at all til we reach the home.
We are all just fish swimming around
We do not take in anything other than the water we breathe
We care about nothing
Its only ourselves we see
that’s why I swim alone in this pond
I don’t want to be like those others
The ones who are all the same
Ill be fine just remember my name
poem by Courtney Tak
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Variation On The Word Sleep
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Wake Not My Sleeping Child
Wake not my sleeping child
This world awaits not thy vision,
Talk not my sleeping child
This world listens to no one,
Move not my sleeping child
This world senses every vibration!
Think not my sleeping child
This world is void of thoughts.
Live not my sleeping child,
This world offers nothing but death!
Lie in my arms in perfect numbness…
This world will spare you its camaraderie!
poem by Anuradha Datta
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God Asked Noah
Before the world was drenched in shame
Ere Satan reigned in man
The Father Son and Holy Flame
Wrote down salvation’s plan
Then God told man to build a boat
In faith to walk inside
But only eight were kept afloat
All unbelievers died
“I thank You Lord for saving me
For I was drowning too
From certain death You’ve set me free
And gave me life anew
Allow me in Your boat to sail
I’ve heard my Saviour’s call
In Christ I know I’ll never fail
Nor from Your grace will fall
I long to be a lifeboat Lord
Returning to the sea
Calling Your fish to climb on board
As Jesus did for me
With Christ I’ll sail to far off shores
In truth from port to port
We’ll free the catch from Satan’s claws
We’ll fish till all are caught
The wind is right the course is set
My Lord is at the helm
Let’s hoist the sail cast wide the net
Let’s fish throughout Your realm
Let’s cast our nets in every land
Let’s sail in one accord
Let’s teach the fish to understand
How safe is life on board.
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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The Hill
Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,
The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One passed in a fever,
One was burned in a mine,
One was killed in a brawl,
One died in a jail,
One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are Ella, Kate, Mag, Lizzie and Edith,
The tender heart, the simple soul, the loud, the proud, the happy one?—
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
One died in shameful child-birth,
One of a thwarted love,
One at the hands of a brute in a brothel,
One of a broken pride, in the search for heart’s desire,
One after life in far-away London and Paris
Was brought to her little space by Ella and Kate and Mag—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where are Uncle Isaac and Aunt Emily,
And old Towny Kincaid and Sevigne Houghton,
And Major Walker who had talked
With venerable men of the revolution?—
All, all, are sleeping on the hill.
They brought them dead sons from the war,
And daughters whom life had crushed,
And their children fatherless, crying—
All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill.
Where is Old Fiddler Jones
Who played with life all his ninety years,
Braving the sleet with bared breast,
Drinking, rioting, thinking neither of wife nor kin,
Nor gold, nor love, nor heaven?
Lo! he babbles of the fish-frys of long ago,
Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary’s Grove,
Of what Abe Lincoln said
One time at Springfield.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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