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Rosalie

In muddy pools, soiled ourselves, naive we played
Flowers we picked, butterflies we chased
In muddy pools.

A to Z got to our heads, in grammar schools
Bright, Brilliantly, papers were soups of mushroom
A to Z got to our heads.

Rosalie, flowered soft hair, scorched grass has become
Soft glistening skin, granny's ashes for grains' cure has become
Rosalie.

Now you know, they played their game, care not but lust
Naive, submissive and of want, advance of dirt
Now you know.

Weep not Rosalie, mother's other, your kids stars will shine
Rain shall rain, your Sun brighter still it will shine
Weep not Rosalie.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Rosalie

Shes quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said see you later
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
The teen queen, rosalie
Shes got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
Shes so fantastic
Shes everybodys favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
I got the power, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well chattanooga, lacooda, baooga loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then youd best be smiling when its losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
She is a tower, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rosalie

Shes quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said see you later
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
The teen queen, rosalie
Shes got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
Shes so fantastic
Shes everybodys favorite little record girl
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
I got the power, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Down on me, rosalie
Shine on me will you please
Well chattanooga, lacooda, baooga loosa
You can hear her fine
She makes the choices
Then youd best be smiling when its losing time
She knows music
I know music too, you see
Shes got the power
She is a tower, rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie
Rosalie

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rosalie Come & Go (cut)

I knew a girl named Rosalie,
We used to hang out in the park,
We used to score the system grease,
From the fellas after dark.
We used to sail the streets at night,
Used to hang out late,
She had a bad time in the barrack,
Caught a bullet in the teeth.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
I knew a girl named Mary Ann,
She had a camera and a cane,
She used to walk me to the station,
When I was dying in the rain.
She was a friend of Rosalie's,
They had a nurse they liked to share,
Well Mary Ann was doing the doctor,
You know his covers went bare.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
I knew a boy named Billy Haynes,
He had it all figured out,
He had a trail of dust and branches marked,
To get him back down south.
But the blue lights had his number,
And he was sweating hard from the heat,
He's got a pack of bullets in his satchel
Down on forty second street.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway.
Rosalie come go,
Rosalie come stay,
Rosalie come go,
I never liked you anyway

song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Rosalie

Words and music by bob seger
Shes quite the mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Shell see you later
And no one dares disuade her openly
She knows music
And no music till you see
Shes got the power
Of loyal teens - queen rosalie
Rosalie... rosalie...rosalie
Shes got the classics
Comes from all the corners, corners of the world
So fatastic
Shes everybodys little record girl
She knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power... got the power, rosalie...rosalie... rosalie
From chattanooga to good bogalloosa
You can hear them fine
She makes her choices
And it may be best to smilin when its choosin time
Knows music
No music till you see
Shes got the power, got the tower, rosalie...rosalie...rosalie
Knows music...knows music...knows music
Rosalie...rosalie

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Oh, oh Rosalie

Oh, oh Rosalie,
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What would you have of me?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have kisses fine,
I have kisses fine.
Will you take kiss of mine?
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have dreams in store,
I have dreams in store,
Fine spun as lace of yore.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Many a mighty thought,
Many a mighty thought
By men of old time wrought
Is mine, Rosalie.
I have golden days,
I have golden days,
Green trees, and leafy ways.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
I have tears for you,
I have tears for you,
And roses filled with dew.
Oh, oh Rosalie.
Oh, oh Rosalie,
What do you want of me?
You would have nought of me.
Oh, oh Rosalie.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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Rosalie

Rosalie, sweet Rosalie
with those eyes of green,
greener than any meadow
or blade of grass I've seen.
You have captured every moment
that ever comes my way.
They glisten and shine like the sun
on every summer day.

I see them when I dream at night
gazing lazily.
They make me want to stay asleep
to know just what they see.
Do they see my adoration?
Do they see my fright?
Will they leave in the morning
and not be in my sight?

Rosalie, sweet Rosalie
I've given my heart to thee.
I have never had a second thought
to live inside of me
to undermine how strong I feel
whenever I see your eyes.
They've changed the way I think about green.
It's the color I idolize.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Rosalie

Of the sweet smell of a rose,
Of the coming of a baby into this world;
Rise up and look!
For her name is Rosalie.

A red rose into the world so sweet,
The love from a lady in red;
Red roses, red roses!
Of the pink ladies to visit the world;
Rosalie, welcome to the world so sweet.

To be born and be named Rosalie,
Dated on the 23.03.2006;
Welcome into the world so sweet!
To you the roses bloomed,
To you a joy is praised,
Mathias and Verena are your parents;
And beauty was your day of birth.

Like the sweet smell of a rose,
You were born on your grandmother's birth date;
So let the pink around you bring up the roses like,
The sweet aroma around you too.
Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie! !
Enter into the world so sweet and,
We will remember this day always.

You are the sweet smell of a rose,
Like the coming of a baby into this world;
For, we will rise and look!
And your name is Rosalie.
Welcome into the world so sweet,
Of the pink ladies to swing the muse like your type and,
Rest on the sweet aroma lying invisible ever around you;
For you have made our day by receiveing you into this world!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rain, Rain, Rain!

Rain, rain, rain
As kids, by then
We played in pools
And chased butterflies
Beautiful were flowers
Rain, rain, rain
Splish, splash, splosh
Warming is my heart, rain
This night, all come, sleepiness
Your song. My lullaby, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Happy kids and butterflies
Rain
Warm hearts and lullabies
Rain, rain, rain.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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23rd January 2011

Le tit be positive and let it be lovely,
And like the echoes of the slums of the world!
But Elias and Rosalie played nicely today,
And the muse of 23rd January 2011 was fulfilled.

This world is about us and,
This love is about you and i!
But sobbing to acquire the sweet of your muse,
And you are smiling because of them.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On the open plain (Catena Rondo)

Some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun;
on this earth so it's been since time begun,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,

blooms appear with heads searching for the sun
they rejoice over a day that is new
are fresh with the glistening morning dew;
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun

they rejoice over a day that is new
as bees and butterflies flutter along
birds do sing the happiest kind of song
they rejoice over a day that is new,

as bees and butterflies flutter along
wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass
while they in massive herds do slowly pass
as bees and butterflies flutter along

wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds
grow to strength in a world full of big weeds,
wild deer graze at the soft tender green grass,

some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds,
blooms appear with heads searching for the sun;
on this earth so it's been since time begun,
some flowers rise up bright from tiny seeds.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Bring Back My Past

I remember tales, riddles and jokes
From my granny's, huts
And enjoyed, pounded nuts.

I remember we swam, in streams
And played, with mud, sinking muddy vessels
And laughed, cried, when we won and had losses.

I remember father's and mother's, praises and teases
For scores we made, and naïve made faults
Bring back my past, who can make for dice

I remember well for this, and miss,
Gold, silver and bronze,
None would, turn the past, as a piece!

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Shine O Sun Shine

Shine o sun, shine on
The earth and on me.
Shine on land, on trees,
Shine here smilingly.

Come out, pulling the,
Curtain of dark cloud.
Damp is the weather,
For the blackish shroud.

Pools are always full,
Grey look, took the sky.
We want to be basked,
To make this place dry.

Trees are now tired,
As they bathed all day.
Birds nests very wet,
For you, we must pray.

The shutters are all down,
Muddy are lanes, roads.
Ponds became playground,
Of frogs and their toads.

Water-logged people are,
Totally helpless.
Appear Sun God,
Give ray and do bless.

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Mindfog

this day
the frost has
frozen over the glass, and
the doors are snow-stuck shut

fog is dense,
milky like blind eyes
and my feet fall
through unexpected inches
when I step past sidewalk
onto the snowsuffocated grass

pairs of ghostlights drift along
the road, roaring and humming
as they hover in the quiet,
trying to find still in the snowstorm.

a morning
where we awaken
to the same night
we slept to –
moon overstaying its welcome
while the sun struggles
to shine through the gloom.

and I know across the city
you are somewhere wandering
in the eyes sleepstuck shut of an
everchanging dreamland.
and you will wake to the fog lifting
drifting upwards past your windowsill
the still trees shaking in frost coats
as the sun finally shines
prying open your sleepy eyes.

poem by Alison Rosalie
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April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

poem by Langston Hughes
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Truth Is

What is truth?
the question of the ages
Is still being probed
Amongst the world's sages.

Truth, the father of virtue
And kinsman of beauty
Is the colleague and ally
Of rectitude and duty.

Truth is not passive
As the Rosetta Stone
Foe its Author is living,
To the possessors, well-known.

Truth is love at work
In the visitation of He
Who came through the Fashioner
In the form of humanity !

poem by Rosalie Kollett
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To A Teacher/Poet Named Fred

i know Fred
and i remember him
he always wrote
about the rain

there was no flood in
his rain
i mean
there is no rage or anger
in him

just the gentle
shower of rain
a soft spoken kind
of rain

a patient shower
caressing fine sands
on many dark nights
when he was always alone

watching those stars
those silent stars
he loved loneliness
and loneliness loved him

he did not live
that long
he died
at forty

the rain remembered him
and in his grave
that day when he was buried
the rain, as gentle as

the early morning wind
fine feathers cotton soft
sings the last
hymn for him

it was sad & it was lonely
the flowers and
the butterflies all sighed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rain... Rain... Rain...!

Rain on tinned roof
Rain on concrete
Rain soaking into sands
Rain on soft earth
Rain on metal road
Rain on windscreen

Rain falling into the sea
Rain in the river

Rain on flowers
Rain on leaves
Rain under trees
Rain on hills

Rain on my skin…

Each with its own unique raga
Reverberates across the sky
On to the earth…

05aug2010
10.30hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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What A Bringdown

Dainties in a jam-jar, parsons colour in the sky.
Water in a fountain doesnt get me very high.
Moby dick and albert making out with captain bligh.
So you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you know when a heads dead?
What a bringdown!
Winter leader lou is grownin ampsteads in the north.
Betty bs been wearin daisies since the twenty-fourth.
Wears a gunner when theres one more coming forth.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown!
Theres a tea-leaf about in the family,
Full of nothin their fairy tale.
Theres a tea-leaf a-floatin now for rosalie,
Theyll believe in ding-dong bell.
Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old bill.
Aristotles orchestra are living on the pill.
One of them gets very very prickly when hes ill.
And you know what you know in your head.
Will you, wont you, do you, dont you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown!

song performed by by Eric Clapton, music by Ginger Baker
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Cosmos

So much rain fell
that the grass
was like a swamp
and next to the road
suddenly wildflowers bloomed
in colours of white, pink
and crimson-brown.

On long green stems
they grew together
the petals almost
in the shape
of a fortget-me-not
but much more spread
at the front edge.

Some kids might take them
to play the I love you game,
but do so in vain.

The smell of cosmos
hangs soft in the air
and there were patches
of colour everywhere.

I picked some with regret
to see the petals fold over
to hide their heads
of yellow and black specks.

Far to brittle to the touch,
still their beauty was too much
and I thought God,
You made nature really great.

poem by Gert Strydom
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My mom was at every single game I played as a kid, rain or shine.

quote by Ryne Sandberg
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