Judge Not, That Ye Be Not Judged
Long Wig up on his High Chair
stares at Long hair standing there
below him in the dock.
'I cannot deviate from the Law, '
he says, glancing at the clock.
'This is my decision.
Six months without remission.
Oh, and yes, with hard labour.'
'Decision' 'Remission' 'Hard Labour'
rang the echoes round the court
as each man turned to scrutinise his neighbour.
The Judge retired.
To dinners with people of the better sort.
To bottles of wine and vintage port.
To a Knighthood and, well, to cut it short,
to the Daily Telegraph.
On a day when, to his great surprise,
he saw his own obituary spread before his eyes.
'Someone, ' he said, 'has done this for a laugh! '
intending to berate the Daily Telegraph.
The phone he found he could not lift.
Arms and legs he could not shift.
Eyes stayed fixed within their sockets.
Hands were clenched within his pockets.
The world went spinning through empty space
as Long wig sank to a dark, dark place.
Yama, enormous, long-haired and grim
turned his all-seeing eye on him.
'I cannot deviate from the Law.
This is my decision.
Six hundred years without remission.
Oh, and yes, with hard labour.'
poem by Brian Taylor
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Sestina Of The Tramp-Royal
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,
The 'appy roads that take you o'er the world.
Speakin' in general, I 'ave found them good
For such as cannot use one bed too long,
But must get 'ence, the same as I 'ave done,
An' go observin' matters till they die.
What do it matter where or 'ow we die,
So long as we've our 'ealth to watch it all --
The different ways that different things are done,
An' men an' women lovin' in this world --
Takin' our chances as they come along,
An' when they ain't, pretendin' they are good?
In cash or credit -- no, it aren't no good;
You 'ave to 'ave the 'abit or you'd die,
Unless you lived your life but one day long,
Nor didn't prophesy nor fret at all,
But drew your tucker some'ow from the world,
An' never bothered what you might ha' done.
But, Gawd, what things are they I 'aven't done?
I've turned my 'and to most, an' turned it good,
In various situations round the world --
For 'im that doth not work must surely die;
But that's no reason man should labour all
'Is life on one same shift; life's none so long.
Therefore, from job to job I've moved along.
Pay couldn't 'old me when my time was done,
For something in my 'ead upset me all,
Till I 'ad dropped whatever 'twas for good,
An', out at sea, be'eld the dock-lights die,
An' met my mate -- the wind that tramps the world!
It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you're readin' done,
An' turn another -- likely not so good;
But what you're after is to turn 'em all.
Gawd bless this world! Whatever she 'ath done --
Excep' when awful long -- I've found it good.
So write, before I die, "'E liked it all!"
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Show Tune II
That's the long and short of it
now you know
how I've been waiting all these years
where I'm coming from
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
just how hot hot jazz was
how it turned about, my bookcase
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you know
that my arrest record's
not my best record
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
how the Past's like a love
you can neither leave nor live
that's the long and short of it
That's the long and short of it
now you know
it was no gun in my pocket
it was a rocket
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
and you're wond'ring dear
how I kept so pure
hull, it was easy
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
so bounce your head
into bed
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
read the blues
in these tattoos
make a song of it
that's the short and long of it.
How I wish
there was a bridge-
then I could burn it;
or the train
of a refrain
then I could board it
but there isn't
no there isn't, so...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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It's so hard to bear with the pain Original by Rabindranath Tagore
It's so hard to bear with the pain
Of waiting for a long long time
I keep waiting for you baby
All day and all night long daily
But you haven't come yet, my friend
My days pass by and night's pass by
Thus everything passes by
But you haven't come yet, my friend
It's so hard to bear with the pain
Of waiting for a long long time
I keep waiting for you baby
All day and all night long daily
But you haven't come yet, my friend
Now my body is weak
All my tears have dried out
And my eyes have lost sleep
One by one all my cherished hopes
Fall like the winter's withered leaves
But you haven't come yet, my friend
It's so hard to bear with the pain
Of waiting for a long long time
I keep waiting for you baby
All day and all night long daily
But you haven't come yet, my friend
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Daddy Long-Legs and the Fly
Once Mr Daddy Long-Legs,
Dressed in brown and gray,
Walked about upon the sands
Upon a summer's day;
And there among the pebbles,
When the wind was rather cold,
He met with Mr Floppy Fly,
All dressed in blue and gold.
And as it was too soon to dine,
They drank some Periwinkle-wine,
And played an hour or two, or more,
At battlecock and shuttledore.
Said Mr Daddy Long-legs
To Mr Floppy Fly,
'Why do you never come to court?
I wish you'd tell me why.
All gold and shine, in dress so fine,
You'd quite delight the court.
Why do you never go at all?
I really think you ought!
And if you went, you'd see such sights!
Such rugs! and jugs! and candle-lights!
And more than all, the King and Queen,
One in red, and one in green!'
'O Mr Daddy Long-Legs,'
Said Mr Floppy Fly,
'It's true I never go to court,
And I will tell you why.
If I had six long legs like yours,
At once I'd go to court!
But Oh! I can't, because my legs
Are so extremely short.
And I'm afraid the King and Queen
(One in red and one in green)
Would say aloud, 'You are not fit,
You Fly, to come to court a bit.'
O Mr Daddy Long-Legs,'
Said Mr Floppy Fly,
'I wish you'd sing one little song!
One mumbian melody!
You used to sing so awful well
In former days gone by,
But now you never sing at all;
I wish you'd tell me why:
For if you would, the silvery sound
Would please the shrimps and cockles round,
And all the crabs would gladly come
To hear you sing, 'Ah, Hum di Hum!''
Said Mr Daddy Long-Legs,
'I can never sing again!
And if you wish, I'll tell you why,
Although it gives me pain.
For years I could not hum a bit,
Or sing the smallest song;
And this the dreadful reason is,
My legs are grown too long!
My six long legs, all here and there,
Oppress my bosom with despair;
And if I stand, or lie, or sit,
I cannot sing one single bit!'
So Mr Daddy Long-Legs
And Mr Floppy Fly
Sat down in silence by the sea,
And gazed upon the sky.
They said, 'This is a dreadful thing!
The world has all gone wrong,
Since one has legs too short by half,
The other much too long!
One never more can go to court,
Because his legs have grown too short;
The other cannot sing a song,
Because his legs have grown too long!'
Then Mr Daddy Long-Legs
And Mr Floppy Fly
Rushed downward to the foaming sea
With one sponge-taneous cry;
And there they found a little boat
Whose sails were pink and gray;
And off they sailed among the waves
Far, and far away.
They sailed across the silent main
And reached the great Gromboolian plain;
And there they play for evermore
At battlecock and shuttledore.
poem by Edward Lear
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Party Song
Do you want to come to a party
My friends picked me up in their truck at 11:30
This thing's at a frat house but people are cool there
Reluctant i followed but i never dreamed there
Would be someone there who would catch my attention
I wasn't out looking for love or affection
So i payed my 3 and the girls got in free
Shined the beer for tequila and we headed into the party
And then in the backyard a terrible ska band
Someone in the background was doing a keg stand
This place is so lame all these girls look the same
All these guys have no game i wish i would have stayed
In my bed back at watching tv alone
Where i'd put on some porn or have sex on the phone
Far from people i hate down from anywhere state
Trying to intoxicate girls to give them head after the party
And then i saw her standing there
With green eyes and long blonde hair
She wasn't wearing underwear at least prayed that
She might be the one maybe we'd have some fun
Maybe we'd watch the sun rise
But that night i learned some girls try too hard
Some girls try to hard
Some girls try to hard to impress
With the way that they dress
With those things on their chest
And the things they suggest to me
I couldn't believe what this lady was saying
The names she was dropping the games she was playing
She dated this guy who now rides for black flys
How she's down with the 'wise well-constructed disguise
Now i'd rather go dateless than stay here and hate this
Her volume of makeup her fake tits were tasteless
So i said i'd call her but never would bother
Until i got turned down by another girl at a party
So when you see her standing there
With green eyes and long blonde hair
She won't be wearing underwear and you'll discover
This girl's not the one and she'll never be fun
You should just turn and run because you'll find out that
Some girls try too hard
Some girls try too hard to impress
With the way that they dress
With those things on their chest
And the things they suggest to me
song performed by by Blink 182
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Try To Believe
Well I wish real hard when I close my eyes
If I could change the world--would I even try
If I found a reason to regain my pride
Oh if I try to believe--try to believe
Chorus
Its so hard to find an answer
Its so hard to stand alone
Its so hard to find a feeling
That was buried long ago
Its so hard to trust another
When its easier to hide
Its so hard to believe
Unless we try baby try
If I had a dream and it got away
If I found the words would I know what to say
If I had a chance to be someone else
Yeah if I try to believe, try to believe
Chorus
If I found a door Ive never been through
Would I have the courage to go in without you
(try to believe)
And if time runs short would I recognize
The things I couldnt see
If I try to believe--try to believe
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldnt be more wrong
If I tell you there is something that weve lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You remember theres a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have had it once again, if we try baby try
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Funny You Should Ask
Well its funny you should ask me how I feel
As the scenes before my eyes begin to reel
I cant remember how long I cried
I cant remember how hard I tried
Turned my thoughts away from you
Like I had something else to do
And now I find you here
And its funny you should want to see me now
Well Id refuse you but I cant remember how
I cant remember how long I cried
I cant remember how hard I tried
Id tell myself I didnt care
That I was down and you werent there
Youve been away so long
And its funny you should want to know my plans
As the future disappears beneath my hands
I cant remember how long I cried
I cant remember how hard I tried
Now Ill cast aside my memories
And shut you out most bitterly
Im down on my last smile
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Matter Of Decision
Id be home free if I could make up my mind,
What to do about you.
One minute I think I love you, the next Im playing the fool.
Youre such a part of me, cant tear myself away from you.
Dont care what people say, I just wanna be close.
Ive changed my mind a thousand times,
Now its a case of do or die.
Theres no more time to reason why.
Now its a matter of decision,
Why cant I make up my mind?
I cant stand this indecision,
Im going out of my mind.
The world is in such a sorry state.
In the papers, in the news.
Politicians cant see their hands from their feet,
Nobody cares about the truth.
Wish I could make the world a better place for you and me.
You always run and hide, I only wanna be close.
The teachers stuff your head with lies,
And make it hard to realize,
Whats going on, whats wrong, whats right.
Well, its a matter of decision,
We all must make a stand,
For everything that we believe in,
Every woman, every man.
Its a matter of decision.
A matter of decision, a matter of decision.
song performed by by Kinks
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Telegraph Road
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came riding down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches then came the schools
Then came the lawyers then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines - then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river. . .
And my radio says tonight its gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
Theres six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow. . .
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but theres no work here to be found
Yes and they say were gonna have to pay whats owed
Were gonna have to reap from some seed thats been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road
You know Id sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder like you dont seem to care
But believe in me baby and Ill take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
cos Ive run every red light on memory lane
Ive seen desperation explode into flames
And I dont want to see it again. . .
>from all of these signs saying sorry but were closed
All the way down the telegraph road
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Taking Too Long Is Not Recommended
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision made,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And what one believes is needed,
To decide.
If one still has high expectations,
Those awaiting for a response...
For a decision to be made.
And finally that day comes...
As if a light switch has been turned on!
That expectation once high,
Should be lowered considerably.
Since...
The likelihood of that decision made,
Being obsolete...
Is more than just likely a given!
'I'm sorry.
Who are you again?
You say we were the best of friends,
Back 'then'?
WHEN?
How far back is 'then'?
I don't remember you at all.
Oh...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I do!
Geeessshhh.
What happened to you?
You don't look the same at all.
I don't remember what was discussed.
What was it? '
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision to make,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And...
When one is requesting time to think things over,
Taking too long is not recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard Eyes
hard eyes stare into the night...
hard eyes with calloused gentle hands.
hard eyes that have listened and seen.
hard eyes that have touched.
hard eyes that have fought
battles that couldnt be won...
hard eyes that have shared
the suffering of others....
hard eyes that have known beauty and loss...
hard eyes that make choices that are not easy.
hard eyes that have been betrayed,
hard eyes that have loved...
hard eyes that cross the threshold...
hard eyes of the sword and cross.
hard eyes that look into the soul,
and sometimes even smile.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
song performed by by Ministry
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On Clinical Trial
Prednisone, Deltazone
Coumadine, Compazine
Bactrim, Cytoxin
VP 16
costly cocktail of chemical war
remedial armies
seeking to engineer
the nauseous statistics
the kindness of treatment
the allure of cure
the punctures in the catheter
switches just beneath the skin
short scars spreading
where tissue is taken out and entered in
the routine challenge for significance
in an open and diverted time
of search for long remission -
a term of judgement and science
a treatment I consent to choose
and tactically look to use
but did not allow to become mine
do not agree by this to be defined
the claims of remission:
disappearance of symptoms
forgiveness of debt
a last release from sins -
and further kind regimes
so caught the while
in a crude philosophy of treatment
that is placed
with me
on clinical trial.
poem by Frank Bana
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Round & Round
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.
It's hard enough losin' the paper illusion you've hidden inside,
Without the confusion of findin' you're usin' the crutch of the lie
To shelter your pride when you cry.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.
Now you're movin' too slow and wherever you go there's another beside.
It's so hard to say no to yourself and it shows that you're losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.
How the hours will bend through the time that you spend till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend looking over the end and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.
song performed by by Neil Young
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War
It took nine months to make you,
hard labour to give you breath,
sixteen years to watch you grow
until you left the nest.
Then they took you
In their army,
sent you off to war
and on one dark and filthy night
it took one shot, ten seconds
for them to take your life.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Love Is A Long Road
There was a girl I knew
She said she cared about me
She tried to make my world
The way she thought it should be
Yeah we were desperate then
To have each other to hold
But love is a long road
Yeah love is a long long road
There were so many times
I would wake up at noon
Yeah, with my head spinning round
I would wait for the moon
And give her one more chance
To try and save my soul
But love is a long road
Yeah love is a long long road
Some things are hard to give up
Some things are hard to let go
Some things are never enough
I guess I only can hope
For maybe one more chance
To try and save my soul
But love is a long road
Yeah love is a long long road
Love is a long long road
Y eah love is a long long road
Oh, its a long long road
song performed by by Tom Petty
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All Eyes On Me
Daylight burns your sleepy eyes
It's hard to see you dreaming
You hide inside yourself
I wondered what you're thinkin'
And everything you're chasing
It seems to leave you empty
And it won't take long to burn
All eyes on me
Through the nothing that you've learned
All eyes on me
And the things you choose to be
All eyes on me
But your eyes look away
It's so hard to be someone
Strung out from today
And all that you knew slips away
You drown in deeper oceans
Inventing new religions
They smile and stab my back and
I lie and have to laugh
And it won't take long to burn
All eyes on me
Through the nothing that you've learned
All eyes on me
And the things you choose to be
All eyes on me
But your eyes look away
It's so hard to be someone
Strung out from today
And all that you knew slips away
And you hid in your room
And the light burns away
And you move from the truth
It's all so far from you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Lonesome Song
When you alone and you long me
When no one’s able to hear you
Just breathe of the air and call out my name
I’ll be in the wind that blows around you
When there’s crowd and you long me
When every faces cheering you
Just close your eyes and call out my name
I’ll be in the quiet corner smile to you
When you’re stuck and you long me
When world becomes stranger to you
Just shout loud and call out my name
I’ll be in the door to welcome you
When you’re down and you long me
When all fingers point to you
Just throw sorrow’s wine and call out my name
I’ll be in the hand to help raise you
When rain’s hard and you long me
When you lost in the dark road
Just clear your tears and call out my name
I’ll be in the front always wait you
When time’s cold and you long me
When one by one love’s leaving you
Just listen your heart beats and call out my name
I’ll be in memories that live in you
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Long Haired Lady
Well, well, well, well, well,
Do you love me like you know you ought to do?
Well, well, well, well, well,
Or is this the only thing you want me for?
Well, Ive been meaning to talk to you about it for sometime,
Sweet little lass, you are my long haired lady.
Whos the lady that makes that brief occasional laughter?
Shes the lady we wears those flashing eyes.
Wholl be taking her ome when all the dancing is over?
Im the lucky man she will hypnotize.
Long haired lady. long haired lady.
Ah, love is long, love is long, love is long.
Ah, when youre wrong, love is long, love is long.
Well, well, well, well, well,
Do you love me like you know you ought to do?
Well, well, well, well, well,
Or is this the only thing you want me for?
Well, Ive been meaning to talk to you about it for sometime,
Sweet little lass, you are my long haired lady.
Bells are buzzing about my sweet delectable baby,
Birds are humming about their big surprise.
Whos your favorite person, dear phenomenal lady?
I belong to the girl with flashing eye.
Long haired lady. long haired lady.
Ah, sing your song, love is long, love is long.
Ah, love is long, love is long, love is long.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Best I Am
Long.
I've Been Running away for far too long
Afraid of what
Afraid of what I know is soon to come
I may not be much of an example right now
But I can give you all of my knowledge on how
to get along in this place
right now all I can say
[Chorus]
Is that I will do the best that I can
to be a good example of man
I know one day that You'll understand
you deserve the best that I am
you deserve the best that I am
It's So hard
so hard to think about when I was child
so angry at life
I blamed the world for such a long long time
But Things happened so quickly
some people just go
I needed answers to heal me
I wanted to know how to get by
and now its my turn to say
[chorus]
This is all for you
everything in this world
everything in my world
everything in your world
things wont always go right in this life
theres always changes
we'll make it
[Chorus]
song performed by by Flaw from Through The Eyes
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