Frost Fire
Toes deaden.
Breath smelts to lead.
Hot needles dance in fingers.
Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.
The fire swaggerswith logs
andwith a shrivela crack
a satisfactionyour simmer heart
sips
from high in the skya seething sleep.
poem by August Stramm
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Dog Days
August the Teenth, and hot;
Runs the riot of the rot.
In these septic days of summer
Sounds begin to simmer
And the tidal pools pour over.
Those curs, those mocking frogs,
Leap from beach to logs.
They scare away the sheep
& take away my sleep.
The sand begins to catch fire.
Fire is a hunter.
It is bound and out for Winter,
But going nowhere.
Canis Major stops amd stares
Into the sticky sun's glare.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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When we sleep...
Before we go to sleep, we blame our conscience
When we sleep, we become unconscious
When we sleep, we dream
When we sleep, we may scream
When we sleep, we may cry
When we sleep, we may fly
When we sleep, we see our wishes
but when we get up to the reality, actually we wash the dishes
But sometimes, we see nightmares
and from the fear we feel like the snails
When we sleep, we feel relaxed
and to the bed we are waxed
We don't want to wake up
and drink the coffee cup
When we sleep, we can't resist
the tiredness that always exist.
Sleeping is a bless,
that everyone possess
But I hope human would not make it a curse,
and then we would need a nurse.
poem by Merna Ibrahim
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The Wraith
Ah me, it is cold and chill
And the fire sobs low in the grate,
While the wind rides by on the hill,
And the logs crack sharp with hate.
And she, she is cold and sad
As ever the sinful are,
But deep in my heart I am glad
For my wound and the coming scar.
Oh, ever the wind rides by
And ever the raindrops grieve;
But a voice like a woman's sigh
Says, 'Do you believe, believe?'
Ah, you were warm and sweet,
Sweet as the May days be;
Down did I fall at your feet,
Why did you hearken to me?
Oh, the logs they crack and whine,
And the water drops from the eaves;
But it is not rain but brine
Where my dead darling grieves.
And a wraith sits by my side,
A spectre grim and dark;
Are you gazing here open-eyed
Out to the lifeless dark?
But ever the wind rides on,
And we sit close within;
Out of the face of the dawn,
I and my darling,--sin.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Until we turn again
If I must dance in the dark
then you lead
until we turn again
If autumn leaves must fall
you lead
till we can turn again
The winter grows long
like a breathless song
and the trees are bare
but the thaw will come
and the rain will dance
till the leaves are there
Since autumn leaves must fall
you lead
till we can turn again
Since I must dance in the dark
you lead
until we turn again
poem by John Libertus
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That Smoke!
you smell like skin,
rain damp fresh plowed earth.
the ball in the glove,
the hammer strikes the nail.
and i know about fire,
love cries and hot wetness.
the frenzied clutch of fingers,
the gasp and the tremor.
the old wood stove,
in the corner radiates,
you feed it logs,
split by time's axe.
till drunk with sleep,
both dreamless and forgotten.
you turn your back
to a final wisp of smoke...
i am that smoke!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Deja Voodoo
Needles in my heart, spell on my mind
Your powerful potion gets me every time
I toss and turn, I cant sleep at night
Your kiss burns, through my dreams
Chorus:
Here it comes again
I dont stand a chance
Soul possession
Got me in a trance
Pullin me back to you -
Deja voodoo
Fire in the dark, pounding in my brain
Driven by the chant calling out my name
I toss and turn, I cant sleep
Your kiss burns, through my dreams
[repeat first verse]
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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The 'Backturners
Who are those people turning their backs,
When others walk pass them.
'The young people refer to them,
As the 'backturners'.
They are quick to do that to anyone they perceive,
Have ambitions to assist them...
With needs they may have in the community.'
That makes not a bit of sense.
They do it as if they wish to offend someone.
'They do.
It is done to ensure they are noticed.
And one is suppose to have their feelings hurt,
By their actions.
It's tradition.
And visitors around the world...
Come here just to see them turn their backs.'
I don't get it.
How is this act benefitting them?
'It doesn't.
But as a tourist event?
People come here to spend their money.
And not a dime does that go towards this community.
And...
The backturners complain about it.'
Yeah...
But,
Aren't they the ones who turn their backs?
'I live here.
I'm not trying to figure that out anymore.
And all of them I know personally.'
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
I said...
Maybe they will listen to you?
'I'm sorry.
My ears have closed shut.
Did you say something? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Symphony Of Life
Sleep to the symphony of life
For your breath is the music
Your thoughts are the lyrics
Your heart is the bass.
Dance in the time that draws your thoughts
For here time is nothing
The dream is your path
The steps of the dance are everything
Lay in the bed of security
For the window is the past
The floor if your foundation
The walls are eternity
Sleep with the lamp of imortality
For the shade is the boundery
The bulb is your heart
THe light is the soul
Live in the house of forgivness
For here you are home
Here you can make mistakes
Here you can be forgiven
Open the doors of change
For the hinges are faith
The entrance is joy
The door mat is hope
Step outside into the endlesness of the soul
For the trees are your neighbors
The animals are your brothers
The sky is your sister
Sleep in the symphony of life
For your breath is the music
Your thoughts are the lyrics
Your heart is the bass
Walk in the endless hall of life
For that shall show you the way
That will be your guide
That will lead you to the ball room of imortality
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Lead Balloon
Kiss my ass! I said
And I threw my drink
Tequila trickling
Down his business suit
Must be the irish blood
Fight before you think
Turn it now
You cant cowtow
You cant undo it
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
An angry man is just an angry man
But an angry woman
Bitch!
I had to ask him for a helping hand
It came with the heart
Of a bonaparte
Of a frozen fish
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon, lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Its his town
And that went down
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead balloon
He said sic her, rover
That went over
Like a lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead lead lead lead balloon
Lead balloon
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Life Is About Ballet Dancing In The Candle Light
You raise your arms high
You twirl and twist on your toes
You heave it back in towards you all the time
You slowly turn it about
You dance for contentment and pleasure till the candle blows out
You Dip it under and pull it back up
A slow beat with harmonizing violins
You can feel the rhythm all the time
A calm music in the background if your ears tolerate
you dance for determination and fortitude till the candle blows out
You lean it back and forth
Into a harmonizing melody
just close your eyes and bend over it
As you enthrall memory
You dance for hope and optimism till the candle blows out
The music slows a little
And you draw it closer to your chest
You make impressive leap into the air
It makes your heart pound with anticipation
You dance for laughter and applause till the candle blows out
You spring off the floor
You appear to pause in air
floating in the position of the split
It makes you glide along the floor
You dance for purpose and courage till the candle blows out
You dance on feet
You take all pain and sufferings
You jump and bow gracefully
fill your smile with enchantment
you dance for goodness and virtue till the candle blows out
poem by Dr Shamim ali
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Cats And Dogs!
whose hand on your heart,
whose back beneath the load?
whose time in the memories,
that color your world?
whose identity the touch?
whose image in the stone?
whose kiss on your lips?
whose stillness in your night?
i am the turn,
and the lantern without price.
i am the touch,
you thought was the wind.
i am the bed,
where your prayers go to sleep.
i am the intimate stranger,
throwing logs on your fire!
you wrap up pieces
of your heart in cardboard boxes.
close the curtains,
turn off the light,
waiting for death to arrive.
and i spend my time
just sweeping your floors,
with an eye to the window...
praying for cats and dogs!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On A Night Like This
On a night like this
So glad you came around,
Hold on to me so tight
And heat up some coffee grounds.
We got much to talk about
And much to reminisce,
It sure is right
On a night like this.
On a night like this
So glad youve come to stay
Hold on to me, pretty miss
Say youll never go away to stray.
Run your fingers down my spine
Bring me a touch of bliss
It sure feels right
On a night like this.
On a night like this
I cant get any sleep,
The air is so cold outside
And the snows so deep.
Build a fire, throw on logs
And listen to it hiss
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn
On a night like this.
Put your body next to mine
And keep me company,
There is plenty a room for all,
So please dont elbow me.
Let the four winds blow
Around this old cabin door,
If Im not too far off I think we did this once before.
Theres more frost on the window glass
With each new tender kiss,
But it sure feels right
On a night like this.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dance
Orbison/melson
Well they're dancin' down the corner
Put your best dress on
Get with it baby we're gonna go all night long
Yeah yeah, uh-uh, yeah yeah
Get ready right now we gonna dance on and on
Well now hurry hurry mama
Don't forget your shoes
You're gonna need 'em baby
When they play the harlem blues
Uh-uh, yeah yeah, uh-uh
I got the dancin' fever
We're gonna go on and on
Well dance baby dance
Come on and dance baby dance
I said dance baby dance
Come on and dance baby dance
Come on baby
Come on baby, let's dance
Put those rings on your fingers
Bells on your toes
Get with that feeling baby
Body and soul
Oh-oh, yeah... uh-uh
Get ready right now
We're gonna dance all night
....yeah........yeah yeah yeah, don't stop
Yeah, dance baby dance
I said dance baby dance
Uh-uh-uh dance baby dance
I said, dance baby dance
Come on baby, baby let's dance
Come on now, dance baby dance
I said dance baby dance....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Pins And Needles
(Janis Carnes, Rick Carnes, Chip Hardy)
Chorus:
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
One by one I feel them at my heart again
I think I'm getting over you and then
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
I don't know why
I get uneasy
Every time I hear your name
I feel a sting from every memory
That we made
Repeat Chorus
That tiny ache
Can always find me
Anytime that you are near
Those little things
Can still remind me
That you don't care
Repeat Chorus
(Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Needles and pins)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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A Cargo of Sins
A sojourn in the sleep,
Led me to the valley deep,
I passed through forest thick,
And high hills and crests,
Along with a saintly guide whom I never knew.
I was led to the front of a cave,
With a huge arched entrance,
It seemed a long dark channel
Connecting to the other zone.
I saw men of massive size,
Entering into and pouring out;
They resembled chimpanzees more than the human figures.
All dressless, and moved with uncovered limbs,
With no sense of shame or disgrace.
Then I saw descending from the steps,
Men and women, all naked,
With cargoes upon their backs.
The loads were not of timber but of logs of men,
Bundled in bundles,
With no eyes, no noses and no ears;
And without extremities.
They were too abominable to see,
Their sable shaved boneless bodies
Limbered as they walked.
The weights were inseparable;
They dragged where they moved.
The saintly guide who brought me at the spot,
Whispered into my ears the secret,
“They are the sinners;
Pulling the loads of their willful wrongs,
And the chimpanzee-men,
Their attendants, employed to watch,
Lest they should have a rest.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes
I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care
To comb it at night with my toes?
I'd rather have ears than a nose,
I'd rather have fingers than toes,
But as for my hair:
I'm glad it's all there;
I'll be awfully sad when it goes.
I wish that my Room had a Floor;
I don't so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!
poem by Gelett Burgess
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Come Dance With Me
Come dance with me
On this Halloween night
Watch out for the gobblins
They might give you a fright
Come dance with me
And listen to the witches cackle
And as we go around the fire
Listen to the sticks pop and crackle
Come dance with me
Sorry if I step on your toes
For I never got use to
All these to-and-froes
Come dance with me
In that long black dress
Oh you look so hot
I may as well confess
Come dance with me
In the moons bright glow
If love is for real
We are about to know
Come dance with me
Until the morning light
And once we kiss
Everything will be alright
poem by Norman Hale
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A Mindful Breath
High up on a mountain top
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Lookin' for the wisdom guy
To get the scoop before I die
What's the meaning of this story?
How can I partake in glory?
To which religion should I cling?
Which hymns to give my voice to sing?
High up on a mountain top
High up on a mountain top
Perhaps it doesn't really matter
All the jargon and the clatter
With each group shouting "follow us! "
I sometimes wonder "what's the fuss? "
When constant noise brings on a frown
I try to turn the volume down
In quietness I start to hear
A still small voice that's always near
The voice reminds me of the key
To step aside and simply be
Awareness will provide the chance
To take part in a different dance
Take part in a different dance
Take part in a different dance
The focus is not up, but in
There is no crown out there to win
No teams nor cries of victory
Just quiet calls to simply be
The invitation now is mine
To dwell in stillness any time
To let the clatter go on by
And take a breath before I die
Take a breath before I die
Take a breath before I die
Take a breath.................!
poem by Mark Bratlie
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Hanover Winter Song
Ho, a song by the fire;
Pass the pipes, pass the bowl.
Ho, a song by the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Ho, a song by the fire;
Pass the pipes with a skoal,
For the wolf-wind is wailing at the doorways,
And the snow drifts deep along the road,
And the ice gnomes are marching from their Norways,
And the great white cold walks abroad.
But, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here, we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows;
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship.
Oh, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha, we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows.
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship,
Of fellowship
Pile the logs on the fire;
Fill the pipes, pass the bowl.
Pile the logs on the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Pile the logs on the fire;
Fill the pipes with a skoal,
For the fire goblins flicker on the ceiling,
And the wine witch glitters in the glass,
And the smoke wraiths are drifting, curling, reeling,
And the sleigh bells jingle as they pass.
But, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here, we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows;
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship.
Oh, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha, we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows.
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship,
Of fellowship
Oh, a God is the fire;
Pull the pipes, drain the bowl.
Oh, a God is the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Oh, a God is the fire;
Pull the pipes with a skoal,
For the room has a spirit in the embers,
Tis a God and our fathers knew his name,
And they worship'd him in long-forgot Decembers,
And their hearts leap'd high with the flame.
poem by Richard Hovey
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