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Blue-Collar Man

Marching through the municipal park in the early night
A lamppost, stars, and the rising moon are my guiding light
Cognizant of the nocturnal street noises coming from town
Confident that before long, the madness will settle down

Spying young lovers under a majestic old oak tree
Lips and hands as busy as the proverbial worker bee
Autumn leaves and twigs crunch beneath me as I stroll
Making my way to my favorite local watering hole

A tall frosty mug or two tends to do me some good
More than that and I'm liable to be misunderstood
Then get my woman, go grab a burger, and off to bed
Tomorrow...back at it with the rest of the living dead

For I am what I am, a proud, blue-collar, working man
Hard at it; I pay my taxes, and also into my pension plan
All the while, our government whittles freedoms away
Long forgotten what was gained on Independence Day

poem by Charles Hancock
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The Way Young Lovers Do

(van morrison)
Originally contained in van morrison's astral weeks
Oh...
We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
Oh the way that young lovers do
I kissed you on the lips once more
We said goodbye at your front door
There in the nighttime
Love, that's the right time
Oh to feel the way that young lovers do
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the
Way that we wanted to be
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that i was for you
And that you were for me
And then we long to dance the night away
Turned to each other, saying 'i love you, baby i love you'
Oh the way that young lovers do
Lovers do...
Do, do, do, do...
The way young lovers do
Do, do, do, do...
The way young lovers do...
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
That we wanted to be
And we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that i was for you
And you were for me
Oh baby, baby.
And then we long to dance the night away
And turned to each other, saying 'i love you, baby i love you'
Oh the way...
I held her with her looking down
And i kissed her, with the snow falling down
In the street light
It was a sweet light
And the way that young...
Oh, the way that young lovers...
Oh the way that young... that young lovers...
That young lovers do.
(good night)

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Sketches For A Fine Day

actually i like the sound of
brooms sweeping the street today

a young girl
short for her age
and brown and
bow legged

does her assigned task in the street
gathering dead leaves

as i watch
it is a bright day

the street light is turned off

a young boy's hand is held by her mother
crossing the street
waiting for the school bus

a white dog pisses
on the side of the trunk of the
mahogany tree

a black car from the right side of the village
wheels its way towards the boulevard

a young woman with short blue jeans
jogs along the green valley

the sea is sky
blue and the sun slowly rises from the horizon

like a man's face peeping upon a table's edge
the long line of trees along the faded street

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Young Lovers

The young lovers.

I bought them a bag of autumn leaves since
they lived in a block of flats and had never
seen a tree. They strewed the leaves around
a lamppost and scratched their name on steel.
Alas, they were arrested for defacing public
property and being in possession of a knife..

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Starry Night

When the night falls in your small room
Nothing seen but the dark and the air becomes chill
Everybody has turned asleep
Leaving the blue mountain bored and lonely
Look at your window, the moon calls
There is stars bloom in the dark sky
Giving a hazy sight of the imaginary city
The tall tree is now awaking
When the cold rigid line blurred into waving hands ready to dance
And city lights accompany you to sing a long the midnight
Even the scary darkness drunken in the party
Marching the clouds around the stars and moon

Inspired by Starry Night, Vincent van Gogh

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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When Happiness Comes...

at the other end of the world
when my morning is her night
she just wrote some notes, and
reminded me...

about another casualty,
the failing light, the fading sunset
the shrinking spirit,
the falling leaf, the broken twig,
the rotting trunk
the muddy ground...

i cannot sleep that night
this is always the negative thing at the other end of this border...

somehow i fly away from myself
to have a date with some fireflies
above the tree that has so many leaves
strong twigs, invulnerable roots
fungus free, hard barks,
strong, tall and proud

beside this is the river
lots of ripples and such a comforting sound of flowing water
it is leaving on a long journey
and i am left

there must be something positive about life
those stars speak a lot in their distant silence

the moon is so beautiful tonight
and the sky has freed all the dark clouds

somehow
i must speak of love and its seductions
its progeny of hope and courage

life has so much to offer
how can i contain these stars in a bowl?

the refrigerator is too small for
frozen happiness
the window is too tight for those that are coming
the door too narrow

the floor does not have that width
the ceiling that length

how can one compress happiness in
just one page?

is there joy in one syllable?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Was Autumn Night

Hear the yell at front the door
Knock! Knock! In there!
The beating of my heart pounds
Thump! Do you have any care!
It was Autumn night
Out the door we leave our way
The long winding dusty road ahead
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Atumn leaves sit in a piled bed
It was Autumn night
Here we are just the two of us alone
Clink! Clink! Clink! raise our glass
Smiles, laughter, and thrills
As we toast to today and for the past!
It was Autumn night

poem by Suelynn Walters
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I Watch The Moon From My Maple Tree

As I watch the moon
So quietly
From high above
In my maple tree

I see the stars
That shine all night
They speak to me
Making sure I'm alright

My life is hard
But I'm ok
Watching the show
With nothing to say

As the moon and the stars
Dance the night away
I sit and stare
Like I can't in the day

When I'm up so high
I feel so free
Happy and safe
In my maple tree

The moon is the sun
That shines in the dark
I can see it from bed
Or from way in the park

It helps me a lot
The moon is my guide
And 'I love that old tree'
I queitly sighed

poem by Miranda Van Yperen
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The Street Only Knew Your Name

Your street, rich street or poor
You should always be sure of your street
There's a place in your heart,
When you know from the start
And you can't be complete without a street
Keep movin' on, just like a train
Sometimes you gotta look back to the street again
Would you prefer all those castles in spain
Or a view of the street from your window pane
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name, precious name
There was walter and joy, kate and roy
All hung around the corner lamplight
Get together sing some songs
Like boppin' the blues - you make me feel alright
That was long before fortune and fame
No such thing as a star when you've played that game
Everyone knew who everyone was
There was no preference in the street no, no
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name
And you walked around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
And you walk around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
Blue suede shoes, it was the blue suede shoes
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name

song performed by by Van Morrison
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For I Too Must Leave Just Like Those Birds

the tree in the garden
has died

what we see now are
nothing but twigs without leaves

below are the heaps
of dead leaves
rotting

we have become like them
hopeless for sometime

dry and cracking
light as the wind
drifting like
the cloud

empty, hollowed by the
mourning of our arid
days

dragging nights
lifeless on a very cold wood
for a bed

one morning some yellow sparrows
with thin long black beaks
hover upon those twigs

and the dead tree even for
the moment has assumed
life

upon a borrowed hope only
for that brief moment

until then when all the sparrows
fly away again
taking with them all the songs
that you hear

you learn the tune from those
thin black and long beaks
and you must compose a song
for yourself

borrowing hope from hope
putting those leaves back
on your
imaginary trees

you must tell me
about the will to live

for i too must leave
and be a part of somewhere else

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Good Citizen

When i hear someone referred to as a good citizen i feel like laughing aloud
Your government approves of you big brother of you proud
But if you die tomorrow the government won't care
To them you are just a number and your type are not rare,
The government and big brother you do not need to impress
Their approval or disapproval will not ease your cares and stress
The one who is a good friend to the neighbour is surely far more great
Than the one big brother looks upon as a good friend of the State,
The good citizens pay their taxes and work hard for their pay
And they vote in a lousy Government on National election day
And good citizens dob in their fellow citizen to the police for a minor traffic offence
In their quest for big brother's approval they sacrifice common sense
And many more good citizens they passed away today
They worked hard and voted in a lousy government and their taxes they did pay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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An Early Retirement

There's an ad on TV about retiring.
I'm not worried about retiring.
I'm retiring from life early.
It means I'm not... traditionally
going to live long enough to retire.

Just like all the old boiler makers in trade.
Who worked all those years, welding
inside pipes, and other enclosed spaces, places.
Sucking in all those harmful toxic fumes.
None of them lived long enough to retire.

Just like my father the carpenter.
An era when honest men daily worked up a blinder.

Just like my father hardest working carpenter.
Who worked all those long years, man-handling
heavy loads. Concreting, steel, heavy beams.
Straining the heart, arteries, neck, back, hands.
Working up a triple hernia. Before being killed
off, from lead based paint, and asbestos residue.

It is only management! And white collar workers!
Who have to worry, about saving, for retirement.
Worrying about, all that extra weight, accumulating.
On their lard asses, from all that gourmet cuisine.
While a real worker, will think he's done himself
proud, on pizza, fish and chips, and a few beers.

Just the ticket. Just the ticket. For a really good time.
Just about the only ticket, a real worker can afford.
To purchase, on his dismal daily pay, while paying rent.
Workers are dying. Instead of worrying about retiring.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dead End Street

Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

song performed by by Kinks
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The Drug's Not Working

I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie and I know its clich
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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When Good Ol' Boys Go Bad

Old Clarence was a corn fed sunday school teacher
At the Cheephill Church of Christ
A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging,
Hymm singing, back breaker all of his life
Came in early one night, find his pretty wife
In the arms of another man
There's hell to pay when a good ole boy goes bad.
In a smoke filled late night club by the river
Sat a stranger dealing five card stud
He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter
There to take the money and run
They caught the fella cheatin'
So they set him up a meeting
With his maker in the promise land
Nobody see's a thing when a good ole boy goes bad.
The good book goes out the window
When the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man
Don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar
There's a big ole long red tail
It hides the truth
But it bleeds thru
When a good ole boy goes bad.
Now old man Taylor was a fourth generation
Crop growin' son of a gun
One dry summer Uncle Sam come a runnin'
Wantin' money but there wasn't none
He put a crop in the hollar
When night came he watered
By fall he had the cold hard cash
When times get hard
Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad.
The good book goes out the window
When the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man
Don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar
There's a big ole long red tail
It hides the truth
But it bleeds thru
When a good ole boy goes bad.
The good book goes out the window
When the gloves go to the floor
His give a damn to be a rightous man
Don't give a damn no more
Under that blue collar
There's a big ole long red tail
It hides the truth
But it bleeds thru
When a good ole boy goes bad.
It hides the truth
But it bleeds thru
When a good ole boy goes bad...

song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Red Light

I went walking through the red light
Through the dark night, in the winter
Pretty girls in the window
Pretty girls staring back at me
I went walking cross the St. Charles
To the Argyle downtown
Met my friends in the back there
You know we always have a really good time
And I feel so alive
And I feel so free
Always listening to our favorite songs
They play them all night long
They play them all night long
I woke up with a girly
Way too early. Oh my head!
I went walkin' to the newsstand
All the suits staring back at me
I went walking down Main Street
Down to South Beach, Oh I crawled
I went looking for the bee sting
And I feel so alive
And I feel so free
Always listening to our favorite songs
They play them all night long
They play them all night long
At the end of the world
At the end of the world
Will I see you again
At the end of the world
Take me home
All the way

song performed by by Fastball
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I Got A Woman

Well i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Ohoh yeah.
Say i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me.
Oh yeah.
She gives me money
Everytime i need, yes.
You know she's the kind
Of friend indeed.
Say i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Early in the morning,
Just for me.
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Early in the morning
Just for me,
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Just for me, yeah.
You know she loves me,
Sometime i leave.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Oh yeah. auwww.
She says she loves me
All day and night
Never grumbles or fusses,
She just treats me right.
Never running in the streets,
Leaving me alone.
She's knows a woman's place
Right back there hanging by the home.
Well i got a woman
Way across town
She's good to me,
Oh yeah.
Well i've got a woman,
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Oh yeah.
Well she's my baby
'cos she's understands
I'm her loving man.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.
Says she's all right,
Says she's all right.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.

song performed by by Beatles
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The day is dying in a local town

Rose petal pink, orange tingeing into white-grey
the evening twilight fades away,
the soldiers, from general down,
the lawyer, the city lark, accountant, the office clown
are disseappearing into the enclosing dark,
the homeless man, the vagrants sit smoking
in the municipal park,
with a few mucho men joking
in the packed bar, the evening star
glitters her hello, shines down
across the hugely deserted town.

Crème liqueur, dark red wine
are whirling in glasses of lovers,
mistresses, in the hands of men,
some lovely women
and a few local swine
who cavort and dine
and some are cold as cadavers,
intent on getting more
than their money’s worth
from those that they adore
and pour more and more
whiskey and wine.

Tyres burn embers from the road,
light dwindles with the day
traffic lights shine brightly green, amber and red
some drunks, some fighting men goad
each other in the local pub
while prostitutes walk around ready to play
asking, “hey what’s up? ”
ready to take any paying man to bed
to lie any way, even inverted
but most places are totally deserted
except the local houses
where lights gleam, people gather with spouses
caged behind bars, steel palisades with dogs patrolling
with no police cars rolling or anybody strolling.

The skyline dwindles into dark night
and street light after streetlight
appear like cheap cosmetic jewels
with curtains in windows flapping like towels
forgotten on the washing line
and everything declines into rest
while busses, trucks, trains and machines
are doing their best to work on
and everything human disappears and is gone
while unknown lights keep passing by
are passing in the dark sky.

poem by Gert Strydom
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An Act Of Love

The night sky was clear and starry
And the nearly full moon spying down
Like a waxing Mata Hari
On the two lovers of the town
While they lay atop a mountain
On a large beach towel for two
Naked and anxious to begin
Their lovemaking long overdue.
Embraced, they seized the moment
That seemed to them like forever;
Intoxicated by their scent
Only hasten their endeavor.
They kissed and made love for awhile
While stars winked and the moon just smiled.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Mournful Night

I stand with her with the moon in full bloom
Never have I seen such a night

She takes my hand pulls me along
Taking me further into this forgotten night

We arrive at a cliff overlooking the water below
The stars shin a bright light on this, a beautiful night

But it is her eyes that I explore
For she has captured my heart this night

As our lips embrace like long forgotten friends
I pray that this becomes a never ending night

But my prays go unanswered as the sun begins to rise
So I must give you my good byes and wait for another night

poem by Devin Lasker
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Land Of Confusion

[Genesis Cover]
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.
Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
There burning into the night.
There's too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
Ooh Superman where are you now
When everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, the men of power
Are losing control by the hour.
This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.
This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in.
I remember long ago -
Ooh when the sun was shining
Yes and the stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago -
I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know, we'll never keep.
Too many men
There's too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion.
Now this is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for.
This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to.

song performed by by In Flames
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