I Dips me Lid
'Young sir,' 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel
Romantic like, as if me dream was reel.
'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave.
An' me ? I 'ope I know 'ow to be'ave
In 'igh-toned company, for ain't I been
Instructed careful by me wife, Doreen ?
' Sing small,' she sez. An' that's iist wot I did.
I sounds me haitches, an' I dips me lid.
'Young sir,' 'e sez . . . O' course you understand
'Twus jist a dream. But, on the other 'and,
E seemed so reel as 'e sat spoutin' there
Beside me on ole Dame Macquarie's Chair,
Lookin' across the 'arbor while 'e talked-
Seemed sumpthink more that jist a ghost 'oo walked
Out o' the past . . . 'Phillip by name,' 'e said.
A queer ole cock, wif lace, an' wig on 'ead.
It 'appened this way: I 'ad jist come down,
After long years, to look at Sydney town.
An' 'struth! Was I knocked endways? Fair su'prised?
I never dreamed! That arch that cut the skies
The Bridge! I never thort there could 'a' been-
I never knoo, nor guessed - I never seen . . . .
Well, Sydney's 'ad some knocks since I been gone,
But strike! This shows she keeps on keepin' on.
I'd strolled about the town for 'arf a day
Then dragged me carcass round the 'arbor way
To view the Bridge from Dame Macquarrie's Chair
Then parks me frame, an' gits to thinkin' there-
Thinkin' of older days; an' I suppose
I must 'ave nodded orf into a doze.
Nex' thing I knoo, ole Phillip come an' sat
Beside me, friendly like, an' starts to chat.
'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'You, too, in sheer amaze
Look upon this, and hark to other days,
An' dream of this fair city's early start.
In which ('e bows) I played my 'umble part-
My 'umble part - a flagpole an' a tent.'
'Come orf!' sez I. 'You was a fine ole gent.
Reel nob. I've read about the things you did.
You picked some site.' ('E bows. I dips me lid).
'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'I've dwelt in spirit 'ere
To watch this city waxin' year by year:
But yesterday, from a mere staff, a tent,
Wonder on wonder as the swift years went-
A thrivin' village, then a busy town,
Then, as a stride, a city of renown.
Oh! what a wondrous miracle of growth
Think you not so?' 'Too right,' I sez. 'My oath!'
'I've watched, young sir,' 'e sez. 'An' I 'ave feared
Sometimes; feared greatly when ill days appeared.
Yet still they fought and wrought. I had small need
To doubt the great heart of this sturdy breed.
Black war has come. Yet, over half a world,
Their sons into that bloody fray they hurled
And still they triumphed. Still their lodestar shone.'
'Sure thing,' sez I. ' They kep' on keepin' on.'
'Young sir,' 'e sez. 'The tears well in my eyes
When I behold von arch that cleaves the skies -
That mighty span, triumphant, where we view
My old friend Darwin's vision now made true:
'There the proud arch, Colossus-like, bestride
Yon glittering stream and bound the chafing tide!
'Twas so he dreamed a few short years agone.
Spoke truly, sir; they keep on keeping on.'
So Phillip spoke 'is piece, fair puffed wif pride.
An' 'im an' me dreamed by the 'arbor-side
I, of the scene before, of years to be,
An' of the marvels that men yet might see
'Im, of a lantern gleamin' thro' the fog
To light a tent, an' two men, an' a dog . . . .
Then both of us, like some queer instinct bids,
Stands up, serloots the Bridge, an' dips our lids.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Well suited
I feel no need to power dress
No longer trying to impress.
My style today is casual
What you see is what you get
and I confess to no regret.
Today I can be comfortable/
I need not wear a shirt and tie
and try to act impressively.
I find it rather comical.
When I observe young men today
trying hard to make their way.
It’s not at all unusual.
For them to think they know it all
But pride oft goes before a fall
and sadly that is typical
When we are young we foolishly
we must dress fashionably
So that we seem acceptable.
Now that I’m old I do not care
If no one likes the clothes I wear
I dress to suit myself not you
it is my right and so I do.
25-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Was it a Dream?
The feeling of your body next to mine
Was it all a Dream?
The love you once had for me
Was it all a Dream?
The kiss that made my lips quiver
Was it all a Dream?
The eyes that took my fears away
Was it all a Dream?
The beautiful scent that made me cry
Was it all a Dream?
The touch that made me feel so good
Was it all a Dream?
The voice that made me feel so safe
Was it all a Dream?
The embrace that made me want to stay
Was it all a Dream?
The times that I thought you were mine
Was it all a Dream?
poem by Jess Zapata
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Shilo
Written by: neil diamond
Young child with dreams
Dream, evry dream on your own
When children play
Seems like you end up alone
Papa says hed love to be with you
If he had the time
So you turn to the only friend you can find
There in your mind
Shilo, when I was young
I used to call your name
When no one else would come
Shile, you always came
And wed play
Young girl with fire
Something said she understood
I wanted to fly
She made me feel like I could
Held out my hand, and I let her take me
Blind as a child
All I saw was the way that she made me smile
She made me smile
Shilo, when I was young
I used to call your name
When no one else would come
Shile, you always came
And youd stay
Had a dream, and it filled me with wonder
She had other plans
Got to go, and I know youll understand
I understand
Shilo, when I was young
I used to call your name
When no one else would come
Shilo, you always came
Come today
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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If Only I Could Dream
TELL ME, GOD!
that you'l let me dream,
that I'l dream of a heaven
I shall never see,
that I'l dream of a hell
that has no pain.
that I'l dream that one day
that I'l dream that I wake!
TELL ME I'L DREAM
that my mother never died!
Tell me I'l dream
there were tears in her eyes!
Tell me I'l dream
of the first light of day,
TELL ME I'L DREAM!
and I'l dream that I wake!
For in a grave!
all the rest of my time,
In a grave!
in the hell where I lie!
In a grave!
where forever I'l sleep,
I'd dream of God,
..........If only I could dream
poem by Cemetery man
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I can never dream of God
TELL ME, GOD!
you will let me dream,
that I'l dream of a heaven
I'l never see,
that I'l dream of a hell
that has no pain.
that I'l dream that one day
that I dreamed that I wake!
TELL ME I'L DREAM
that my mother was alive!
Tell me I'l dream
there were tears in my eyes!
Tell me I'l dream
of the first light of day,
TELL ME I'L DREAM!
and I'l dream that I wake!
For, in a grave!
for the rest of my time,
In a grave! in the hell where I lie!
In a grave, where forever I'l sleep,
I'd dream of God,
..........If only I could dream
Isn't It Romantic
(feat. Dave Koz)
I've never met you, yet never doubt you
I can't forget you
I've thought you out, dear
I know your profile and I know the way you kiss
Just the thing I miss
On a night like this
If dreams are made of imagination
I'm not afraid of my own creation
With all my heart my heart is here for you to take
Why should I quake
I'm not awake
Isn't it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.
Isn't it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn't it romance?
[Instrumental]
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isn't it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn't it romantic?
Every note that's sung is like a lover's kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn't it romance?
Isn't it romance?
Isn't it romance?
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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You'll Accomp'ny Me
A gypsey wind is blowin warm tonight
the sky is starlit and the time is right
and still your tellin me you have to go
before you leave there's somethin you should know
yeah
something you should know babe
I've seen you smilin in the summer sun
I've seen your long hair flyin when you run
i've made my mind up that its meant to be
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
someday lady you'll acomp'ny me
out where rivers meet the soundin sea
your high above now your wild and free
oh but someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me yeah
ohh
Some people say that love's a losin game
you start with fire but you lose the flame.
the ashes smolder but the warmths soon gone
you end cold and loneley own your own
Ill take my chances babe i'll risk it all
i'll win your love or i'll take the fall
ive made my mind up girl its meant to be,
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
someday lady you'll acomp'ny me
it's written down somewhere its got to be
your high above flyin wild and free
oh but someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me yeah
someday lady you'll acomp'ny me
out where rivers meet the soundin sea
i feel it in my soul its meat to be
oh someday lady you'll accomp'ny me
someday lady you'll accomp'ny me yeah
you will acompany me
ohh
yeah
i know yuu will a-comp'ny me yeah
ahh
somday lady
ohh
somday lady
your gonna comp'ny me
your gonna walk with me and talk with me
yeah
ohh gonna comp'ny me
gonna comp'ny me yeah
someday
song performed by by Bob Seger
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All's Well
The red dress hung from a hanger on the door.
A garment that she had never worn before.
Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy,
But why?
The red dress made her feel very feminine.
Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin.
Would he really like it, would he like her too,
No clue!
The red dress fitted, so clever the design.
No doubt he would think this lady so divine.
So out on her date she went, one heart beating,
First meeting!
The red dress had made all her dreams come true.
Her beau was so charming the whole evening through.
Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell,
All’s well!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Future in the past? for MY Wife
I dreamt that she and I had met
when we were young and fancy free.
It is a dream I shan’t forget
but will remember happily.
We fell in love and we were wed
together raised a family.
I see the pictures in my head.
My dream was Oh so right to me.
It was a dream that could not be.
We did not meet we did not wed
but yet I hold the memory.
Perhaps allowed to look ahead
See what in time would come to be.
She married but she was betrayed
I wed and raised a brood of three.
A sad mistake which fate had made.
When we were old and fancy free.
We met as we were meant to do
The fates had reversed their decree.
Brought us together and we knew.
That you were meant to be with me
and I was meant to be with you.
Too late to have a family
I am content just finding you.
Perhaps it’s possible to see
some things which haven’t happened yet
That in due course will come to be.
A vivid dream you can’t forget.
Some sort of future memory.
I only know my dream came true
when you agreed to marry me
I had to wait so long for you.
24-Jun-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Tears from dream
I sleep and slept and I'll sleep
for just one thing, dream.
I know
I can't get all the things what I want
even in my dream.
This events in my dream will lead me
how to live in the real world's cruelty.
But I can feel the ex-romantic memory in dream.
So,
I want to dream
I just want to dream.
poem by Kathrine Rose82
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Leave off the Agony in Style
Come all ye good people, listen to me, pray,
While I speak of fashion and style of today;
If you will notice, kind hearts it will beguile,
To keep in fashion and putting on style.
Chorus --
Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while,
If you'll look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many people putting on style.
People in this country they think it is the best;
They work hard for money and lay it out in dress;
They think of the future with a pleasant smile,
And lay by no money while putting on style.
Chorus --
Some of the people will dress up so fine,
Will go out in company and have a pleasant time.
Will rob themselves of food, perhaps, all the while,
Sake of following fashions and putting on style.
Chorus --
I love to see the people dress neat and clean,
Likewise follow fashions, but not extremes;
Some friends will find it better in future awhile,
To lay by some money while putting on style.
Chorus --
Gentlemen on the jury decides the criminal's fate;
I pray you turn from wickedness before it is too late;
Sad, indeed, would be your friends to hear your name reviled,
Better be truly honest though putting on style.
Chorus --
Leave off the agony, leave off style,
Unless you've got money by you all the while.
If you look about you you'll often have to smile,
To see so many poor people putting on style.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
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Isnt It Romantic?
Isnt it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard.
Isnt it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word.
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love.
Isnt it romantic
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isnt it romantic?
Every note thats sung is like a lovers kiss.
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isnt it romance?
(instrumental)
Sweet symbols in the moonlight,
Do you mean that I will fall in love perchance?
Isnt it romantic?
Isnt it romance?
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Feeling Romantic
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting it.
And,
You've got my nose wide open.
Hooked and hanging limp.
Like a fish with glazed eyes.
Smiling as if given a 'fix'.
From something that has left me addicted.
Blinded I am by your sight.
Beaming with a smile and unresisting.
Like a deer caught in broad daylight.
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting every bit of it.
'What's the matter with you? '
Huh.
'I said...
What is the matter with you? '
I think...
I think,
I'm in love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sleeper
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
And Dreamer men take flight in haze;
For while one wastes their precious time,
The other makes most of their days.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
While Romantic laughs and cries;
For the first shall miss their life,
The other feel until he dies.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
For Sleeper still can dream;
Dream of a more romantic time,
Be three, but yet one seem.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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Style
(style) style, uh!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(style) style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style is more like jackie o. when she was doin aristotle
Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of ones ass
Style is like a second cousin 2 class
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, say what?
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, check it
Style aint sittin court side with the owner of the team
Style is owning the court and charging em all a fee
Style is not lusting after someone because theyre cool
Style is loving yourself til everyone else does 2
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, well well
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style dont get drunk on a saturday night
Try 2 dress up every sunday mornin bright
Style dont get married then break the vow in a year
Style is keepin a promise
Raise your hand yall if u hear me
(style) {x2}
Style is not biting style when u cant find the funk
Style is the face u make on a michael jordon dunk
Style aint the jeep u bought when u know your broke ass got bills
Style is lettin your lover drive while u talk on the phone and chill
U got it! - style
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style is a peaceful wild postin the rude
Style is growing your own food
Style is a non-violent march
Style is an accurate account of whats inside every heart (style)
Style is not a lie
Style is a man that cries
Style is the glow in a pregnant womans eyes
(style) {x4}
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, do that, do that
U got it! - style, got it?
U got it! - style, mad, come on
(style) u got it! - yeah
(style) u got it!
Style is a peaceful wild yall
(style) u got it! - style
(style) u got it!
Style is not thinking about style
So let me stop (style)
(style) {repeats in bg}
Its nice man
What u call that?
Style, I like that
Its about me?
(keep, keep, keepin on, people gotta keep, keep, keepin on)
Right on (u got it!)
I aint got no job, but I got style
Style, yeah
(style) u got it!
Oh yeah
Hang on, hang on...
Style is buying your moms a house
Style is a clean mouth
Style is puppy breath
Style is no fear of death
Style is alis jab
Style is hailing a cab (style)
Then u know, givin em the finger when they pass your ass!
(style) (u got it!) bonnie, bonnie
(style) (u got it!) oh yeah
(style) shirley, shake your ass, shirley
(sytle) shirley, shirley, I love u, shirley
(style) (u got it!) {repeat in bg)
Style is mayte in the shower
Style is a soul new power
Style is when all black men are free
Style is u and me
(u got it!) {x3}
song performed by by Prince
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Amorous Interlude
A brown dress was far from romantic
Oh my! What must she do?
Tonight is the night
She meets her beloved
At their magical rendezvous.
The brown dress she changed
For a new gown of blue
And as they met in the moonlight
Hopes of love were born anew
Kisses were sweet at the rendezvous.
Brown dresses are far from romantic
But she knew just what to do...
One marvellous night,
She shone with delight
As amour lit up the whole rendezvous.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Living in a world of our own
How long ago has it been, since the day
that you wore a red dress
outside that glass citadel
where the hopes and dreams of nations
are lost in?
It somehow made you look so utterly young,
so alive and the wind made your blonde hair
look wild, giving you an untamed look
at the small fountain of the United Nations
the sun was so very bright,
that even the sunglasses
wasn’t enough to dim the light
and the boats sailing on the river,
was somewhat romantic
if you can find that kind of thing
anywhere in that busy America
with cars shattering the peace,
travelling by at speed
and it had been a really great day
with us living in a world of our own.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Angelina
When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel,
An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe an' in yo' heel;
Ef you t'ink you got 'uligion an' you wants to keep it, too,
You jes' bettah tek a hint an' git yo'self clean out o' view.
Case de time is mighty temptin' when de chune is in de swing,
Fu' a darky, saint or sinner man, to cut de pigeon-wing.
An' you could n't he'p f'om dancin' ef yo' feet was boun' wif twine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.
Don't you know Miss Angelina? She 's de da'lin' of de place.
W'y, dey ain't no high-toned lady wif sich mannahs an' sich grace.
She kin move across de cabin, wif its planks all rough an' wo';
Jes' de same 's ef she was dancin' on ol' mistus' ball-room flo'.
Fact is, you do' see no cabin--evaht'ing you see look grand,
An' dat one ol' squeaky fiddle soun' to you jes' lak a ban';
Cotton britches look lak broadclof an' a linsey dress look fine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.
Some folks say dat dancin 's sinful, an' de blessed Lawd, dey say,
Gwine to punish us fu' steppin' w'en we hyeah de music play.
But I tell you I don' b'lieve it, fu' de Lawd is wise and good,
An' he made de banjo's metal an' he made de fiddle's wood,
An' he made de music in dem, so I don' quite t'ink he 'll keer
Ef our feet keeps time a little to de melodies we hyeah.
W'y, dey's somep'n' downright holy in de way our faces shine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.
Angelina steps so gentle, Angelina bows so low,
An' she lif huh sku't so dainty dat huh shoetop skacely show:
An' dem teef o' huh'n a-shinin', ez she tek you by de han'--
Go 'way, people, d' ain't anothah sich a lady in de lan'!
When she 's movin' thoo de figgers er a-dancin' by huhse'f,
Folks jes' stan' stock-still a-sta'in', an' dey mos' nigh hol's dey bref;
An' de young mens, dey 's a-sayin', 'I 's gwine mek dat damsel mine,'
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin' down de line.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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My Baby Just Cares For Me
My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for high toned places
Liz Taylors not his style
And even Lana Turners smile
Is something that he just cant see
My baby dont care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for those high toned places
Liz Taylors not his style
And even Lana Turners smile
Is something that he just cant see
My baby dont care who knows it
Cause my baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes, no
My baby just cares for me
Well I wonder whats wrong with my sweet baby
'Cause my baby just cares for, oh
My baby dont care for cars and races
My baby dont care for fancy high toned places
Liz Taylors not his style
And even Lana Turners smile
Is something he cant see
I dont know whats wrong with my pretty pretty baby
Cause my baby he really just cares for
Oh oh my baby he only only swears for
My baby he only just cares for me
So there!
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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