Cats 1
To walk as you walk, green eye, smiler, not
Even ostentatiously alone but simply
Alone ... arching the back in courteous discourtesy,
Gathering the body as a dancer before an unworthy
Audience, treading earth scantly - a task to be done
And done with, girt (curt introvert) for private
Precise avoidance of the undesired,
Pride-attired, generalissimo
Knife-eyed, bisector of moonshine with indigo
Shadow, scorner of earth-floor, flaunter of
Steel-hard sickle curve against the sky ... !
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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This Earth That You Walk Upon
Whats your name
Whats your nation
Sense of order
Sense of speed
Earth that you walk upon
Shakes his hand
Turns away
Turns his back and walks away
Earth that you walk upon
Earth that you walk upon
Whats your name
Whats your nation
Sense of order
Sense of speed
Earth that you walk upon
Passing on and on
Earth that you walk upon
Screaming edge of light
Shines so shines so hard
Earth that you walk upon
Turning on
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Tube Station
The tube lift mounts,
sap in a stem,
And blossoms its load,
a black, untidy rose.
The fountain of the escalator
curls at the crest,
breaks and scatters
A winnow of men,
a sickle of dark spray.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Lovely One
Lovely one,
Just as on the cool stone
Of the spring, the water
Opens a wide flash of foam,
So is the smile of your face,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With delicate hands and slender feet
Like a silver pony,
Walking, flower of the world,
Thus I see you,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
With a nest of copper entangled
On your head, a nest
The coloUr of dark honey
Where my heart burns and rests,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your eyes are too big for your face,
Your eyes are too big for the earth.
There are countries, there are rivers,
In your eyes,
My country is your eyes,
I walk through them,
They light the world
Through which I walk,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your breasts are like two loaves made
Of grainy earth and golden moon,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
Your waist,
My arm shaped it like a river when
It flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
Lovely one.
Lovely one,
There is nothing like your hips,
Perhaps earth has
In some hidden place
The curve and the fragrance of your body,
Perhaps in some place,
Lovely one.
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your voice, your skin, your nails,
Lovely one, my lovely one,
Your being, your light, your shadow,
Lovely one,
All that is mine, lovely one,
All that is mine, my dear,
When you walk or rest,
When you sing or sleep,
When you suffer or dream,
Always,
When you are near or far,
Always,
You are mine, my lovely one,
Always.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Flight Of Stairs
Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching.
Stairs sway at the height of their flight
Like a melody in Tristan;
Or swoop to the ground with glad spread of their feathers
Before they close them.
They curiously investigate
The shells of buildings,
A hollow core,
Shell in a shell.
Useless to produce their path to infinity
Or turn it to a moral symbol,
For their flight is ambiguous, upwards or downwards as you please;
Their fountain is frozen,
Their concertina is silent.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Sonnet XXXIV (You are the daughter of the sea)
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.
And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.
Translated by Stephen Tapscott
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poem by Pablo Neruda
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Walk On By
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
that you don't see the tears
Just let me grieve
in private 'cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by (don't stop)
And walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
and walk on by
and walk by (don't stop)
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by (don't stop)
and walk on by (don't stop)
and walk by (don't stop)
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Unlyric Love Song
It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
Minor, absurd preserves,
The shell's end-curves,
A document kept at the back of a drawer,
A tin hidden under the floor,
Recalcitrant prides and hesitations:
To pile them carefully in a desparate oblation
And say to you "quickly! turn them
Once over and burn them".
Now I (no communist, heaven knows!
Who have kept as my dearest right to close
My tenth door after I've opened nine to the world,
To unfold nine sepals holding one hard-furled)
Shall - or shall try to - offer to you
A communism of two ...
See, entry's yours;
Here, the last door!
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Walk On By
You always said my eyes
Were the windows of my soul
You could always fill my love
And pain without been told
I never knew how, but I dont
Even dare to look at you now.
So, if you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we leave
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe
That you dont see the tears
Just let me grieve
In private cause each time I see you
I break down and cry, ooh baby,
Walk on by, ooh darling
Please, walk on by,
I dont wanna you to see me cry
Walk on by, please, please
Baby, baby dont stop...
So, if you ever love
Look the other way
There is anything left to say
Anyway...
I just cant get over losing you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by, walk on by
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goobye, ooh baby
Walk on by, ooh sugar
Walk on by...(baby, baby dont stop)
Baby, baby dont stop
Walk on by...ub..eh
Walk on by...
Foolish pride
Is all that I have left
So let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye
Walk on by..uuh baby
Walk on by...uuh sugar
Walk on by... walk on by
I dont want to see me cry
Walk on by, walk on by...
All the tears that I have cry...
I dont have nothing left to say...
Please take your head... look the other way...
Wow...wow...wow...walk on by...
Walk on by....
song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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No One Here Has Been Invited To Do The Boogey
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
Reminisces up my ancestors.
With a reminiscing up their lives...
And what it takes,
For me to stay...
As I am this day today.
Is a reason why I pride my dignity.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
No time to do a hi-dee-hey!
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay,
To be buzzed around...
From midnight until dawn!
No...
No time to do a hi-dee-hey.
And no time to drink up my hard earned pay...
To whisper gossip,
With a nonstop to dropp it.
Like if I cropped it.
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay.
And a-picking the tobacco...
Everyday until the Sun fades away,
No!
To then sweep a floor...
As I whistled while mopping it.
No!
Like if I cropped it,
With a nonstopping to it?
No!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk.
That's the reason why I walk around...
With identity!
'Uh...
You?
The 'artist'!
I like your footwork.
But no one here has been invited to do the boogey!
Got that?
Good!
Now do your chores! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seaport
Green sea-tarnished copper
And sea-tarnished gold
Of cupolas.
Sea-runnelled streets
Channelled by salt air
That wears the white stone.
The sunlight-filled cistern
Of a dry-dock. Square shadows.
Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes.
Water pressed up by ships' prows
Going, coming.
City dust turned
Back by the sea-wind's
Wall.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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A Touch Of Heaven
All creation is burdened by sin
And softness is really quite hard
What we feel as gentle and light
Heaven reveals all has been marred.
For in heaven flowers are ethereal
With petals like gossamer wings
Their fragrance is as Holy incense
Drifting upward to God it sings.
The gardens of Earth may have beauty
But in heaven they cannot compare
Whose flowers are as jewels within silver
For the river of life doth flow there.
The streets of heaven are golden
Yet a gold that is crystal clear
And a sinner cannot walk upon them
For no footprint can ever come near.
The saints walk in pastures so green
In each bosom there is a white stone;
And they take their repose in the shade
Of the shadow that's cast by God's throne.
Yes, there is nothing on Earth that is soft
To us things just, seem to be;
But in heaven all things are of Spirit
Sometimes those things I can see.
poem by Richard Merrell
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Shadow Dancer
I am back in the circus
oh hustling days
I look at the world
in a rose coloured haze
Cramp tight bodies
jive and girate
Bump and grind to the rhythm of fate
And we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Married a model
from old Hong Kong
Came to England
just a singing my song
This love in a letter
sure didn't last
Stamped her passport
never saw her arse
And we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Solo
Unlucky in life,
unlucky in love
No special blessing from above
Fools and horses
come to my door
I am the stranger
who sleeps on the floor
we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
song performed by by Ufo
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Walkaway
Theres a river of tears I need to cry.
Been holding back for years.
Theres a mountain so high I need to climb.
To wipe away the fears.
Solitude and loneliness
Have been a friend of mine.
As Im turning my back on emptiness.
I leave them all behind.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
I could never forget how hard I tried.
When we were oh so young.
Just one tender moment I cannot find.
Well maybe I had none.
Strength will be by my side.
Although I feel afraid.
But I know its too late for this goodbye.
Theres nothing left to say.
Who knows
Just where Im going.
Does tomorrow belong to me.
Walk away this time with my head held high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway this time.
One day youll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes.
Will be there forever.
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself.
Walk away with pride nothing left to hide.
But it just feels right to be one
And just walkaway
Just walkaway
And just walkaway
(repeat to fade)
song performed by by Geri Halliwell
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Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times
We expected the violin's finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute;
Unadorned statement, accurately carved.
We expected the screen, the background for reverie
Which cloudforms usefully weave:
And you built the immaculate, adamant, blue-green steel
Arch of a balanced wave.
We expected a pool with flowers to diffuse and break
The child-round face of the mirrored moon:
And you blazed a rock-path, begun near the sun, to be finished
By the trained and intrepid feet of men.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Walk Away
There's a river of tears i need to cry
Been holding back for years
There's a mountain so high i need to climb
To wipe away the fears
Solitude and loneliness have been a friend of mine
As i'm turning my back on emptiness
I leave them all behind
Who knows just where i'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me
[Chorus:]
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away
I could never forget how hard I tried
When we were oh so young
Just one tender moment I cannot find
Maybe I had none
Strength will be by my side
Although I feel afraid
But I know it's too late for this goodbye
There's nothing left to say
Who knows just where I'm going
Does tomorrow belong to me
[Chorus]
Walk away this time with my head up high
Walk away just me and myself
Walk away with pride
Nothing left to hide
But it just feels right to be one
And just walk away this time
One day you'll realise
That the tears you saw in my eyes
Won't be there forever
[Chorus to fade]
song performed by by Geri Halliwell from Schizophonic
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You never walk alone
I will walk with you tomorrow
through the streets of Boston town.
I will be right there beside you,
if you but take a look around.
I will help you bear the suffering
As you walk the sixty miles.
I will be right there beside you
In such breeze as can be found.
I will walk with you tomorrow
as your spirit proves its worth.
I will be right there beside you
though I no longer walk on earth.
It was six years ago this day
I suffered and I died.
So now my God-child walks for me
And I will share your miles.
You are walking with survivors
of the chemo and the knife.
Hear me in their laughter.
See me in their life.
I will walk with you tomorrow
Through the streets of Boston town
I will be right there beside you,
if you just take a look around.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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How a Little Girl Danced
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES
(Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.)
Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain.
I know a dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose soul has no bond with the beasts of the plain:
Judith the dancer, Judith the dancer,
With foot like the snow, and with step like the rain.
Oh, thrice-painted dancer, vaudeville dancer,
Sad in your spangles, with soul all astrain,
I know a dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose laughter and weeping are spiritual gain,
A pure-hearted, high-hearted maiden evangel,
With strength the dark cynical earth to disdain.
Flowers of bright Broadway, you of the chorus,
Who sing in the hope of forgetting your pain:
I turn to a sister of Sainted Cecilia,
A white bird escaping the earth's tangled skein:—
The music of God is her innermost brooding,
The whispering angels her footsteps sustain.
Oh, proud Russian dancer: praise for your dancing.
No clean human passion my rhyme would arraign.
You dance for Apollo with noble devotion,
A high cleansing revel to make the heart sane.
But Judith the dancer prays to a spirit
More white than Apollo and all of his train.
I know a dancer who finds the true Godhead,
Who bends o'er a brazier in Heaven's clear plain.
I know a dancer, I know a dancer,
Who lifts us toward peace, from this earth that is vain:
Judith the dancer, Judith the dancer,
With foot like the snow, and with step like the rain.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Obsession with the beloved
.
The Tanjore Tower’s shadow
Never falling on the earth
Is not a loan wonder.
Your shadow falling on the earth
Too is equally a wonder.
Whenever I come to you face to face,
Blushing you turn away your face
As if your back is less a beauty.
You walk down holding up
The skirt from kissing the ground.
What would you do saving the skirt
While your pretty soles get soiled?
We melt together,
I in writing your name
And you later in reading it.
All those statues stand still
Only one seems to be on move
When you go round the temple.
Fresh from bath you stand in front.
My mind goes back to trace
How you would have bathed?
The beauty contest is on.
The juries are in confusion.
Yes, you are in the audience.
As diabetes, I denounced sweets.
Could I shunt the kiss I implanted.
How can I teach the butterfly
That revolves around you
That she has mistaken you a flower?
White hair, black teeth,
How well you smile
Even in the negatives?
29.10.2005
(Mani Barathi, from kumutham,29/10/05
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Loving Mother
I love you my mum
rest there for rest
your body I giving for earth to keep
rivers and green,
ground around you love it to snug rest
Mum your body which i give to them
to nourish the green give them fruits
you climb the sandy rock around you
of the beauty they hold.
the rivers and the green hold thy blood
the ground is my body which i give to them
I love you mum
you made me teach to love them the green trees around
and I wish to kiss every crevice and crack of this beauty land
I wish to touch the land the body of you
I am in love
as the ground where you take rest to mother earth
and gives fruit and life to this silly man
so will my love, and days to walk alone
rest in peace Mum
poem by Thampi KEE
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An Ode
[I.]
Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise,
Thy sully'd Habitation leave,
To Dust no longer cleave,
Unworthy they of Heaven, that will not view the Skies.
Thy native Beauty re-assume,
Prune each neglected Plume,
Till more than Silver white,
Then burnisht Gold more bright,
Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.
II.
The Bird to whom the spacious Aire was given,
As in a smooth and trackless Path to go,
A Walk which does no Limits know
Pervious alone to Her and Heaven :
Should she her Airy Race forget,
On Earth affect to walk and sit;
Should she so high a Priviledge neglect,
As still on Earth, to walk and sit, affect,
What could she of Wrong complain,
Who thus her Birdly Kind doth stain,
If all her Feathers moulted were,
And naked she were left and bare,
The Jest and Scorn of Earth and Aire?
III.
The Bird of Paradice the Soul,
poem by Anne Killigrew
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