Antony's Ending
But when he heard the women wailing,
lamenting his sorry state
madam with her oriental gestures
and her slaves with their barbarized Greek
the pride in his soul rose up,
his Italian blood sickened with disgust
and all he'd worshipped blindly till then
his wild Alexandrian life
now seemed dull and alien.
And he told them 'to stop wailing for him,
that kind of thing was all wrong.
They ought to be singing his praises
for having been a great ruler,
a rich, heroic man.
And if he'd fallen now, he hadn't fallen humbly,
but as a Roman vanquished by a Roman.'
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Roman Polanski: What is There to Debate? Whether Rape is Rape-Rape?
I know he is great director.
I know that he had great stresses in his life from childhood on.
I know that he had won countless awards for his cinema, his ‘magic’ and his craft.
I know that Roman Polanski is a statutory rape predator.
I know that there was something in his psyche that little girls had done.
I know what rape means, it is control, and it’s been 32 years ago,
- he had control or am I daft.
She said “No, no, I want to go home”
“It’s been so long ago”, his fans do say.
It is sort of like meth head saying,
“I promised you $400 for that guitar I bought you from last year,
But not in future and not today.”
And the infamous Bill Clinton line
-'It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is. “
That one still confounds me still to this day.
(But not as much as Caitlin Upton’s response when she was asked a question in a pageant about geography I do recall.)
Roman Polanski is a fugitive from the law.
I know that Roman Polanski is a statutory rape predator
The French blame the US level of justice.
Roman elected to live in the US not France,
Do in Rome what the Romans do.
And if you ‘play’ you have to pay.
And if by chance,
You run afoul of the country’s law pity the fool.
His next stop is a prison cell door.
Especially, when you are a 40+ year old man taking advantage of a 13 year old girl.
I know that Roman Polanski is a statutory rape predator.
Roman Polanski gave her alcohol and Quaaludes,
Consensual sex, hardly it behooves the point,
Someone should lock him up for the next 32 years in the joint.
Roman’s violation of the law is not only against her,
But it is a violation against the People of California,
And consequently, the People of the United States.
I know that Roman Polanski is a statutory rape predator.
If Roman Polanski is not extradited,
- then a part of millennia of common moral law is about to fail.
If Roman Polanski is extradited he will not go free on bail.
If he were Marc Rich and President Clinton was in power,
And if Roman Polanski gave serious money to Clinton’s Library,
Roman, like Marc Rich, could be pardoned, exonerated-either or.
Roman should pay for his abuse of a child whatever years ago,
She quite older now but the state doesn’t forget.
Especially when his lawyers instigated the recent events,
-that too do they would soon regret.
But when its all said and done,
I know that Roman Polanski is a statutory rape predator.
10-2-09
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Maghe
The Roman god Janus,
The Roman goddess Februa,
The Roman god of war (Mars) !
The Greek goddess of love (Aphrodite) ,
The Roman goddess of growth (Maia) ,
And Juno, the goddess of women, marriages and childbirth! !
Learn from them to know the wife of Jupiter as well;
For, we are all being saurrounded by the works of the gods and the goddesses!
The Germanic languages,
I am Maghe with the works of the secret codes of life in the land of the living;
But, very quick and eloquent is the muse of my love!
And like the acts of the god Woden in the alnd of many rivers.
The god Thunor (Thor) and the goddess Frigg,
With Old Norse like Venus the goddess of love!
But, try to learn from the old facts to push ahead with the truth always;
For, we are blindfolded to the secrets of this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Once A Red Rose
once a red rose
bleeding of pain
the black knife that caused its pain
the bloody petals of life
fell to the ground
the blood of a fallen friend
the pain he took
once a red rose
always in pain
but know the rose
is no longer red
the fallen friend is now a
black rose
living in the shadows
the only pain he feels is
the pain of being a fallen friend
The Noble Forgotten
I remember the old stories my granddad told
About the dead the dying the brave and the bold
Those who kissed their lives away
To die alone in some war torn bay
They saved the lives of a thousand men
Their noble lives thrown to the tan tien
to lie in a ditch slowly to die
no mercy to those who's last call was a cry
Every man told was noble and just
they died alone ashes and dust
those brave men condemned to rest
the right thing to do ended in death
The last of the great breed died in vain
the world has forgotten those fallen and slain
Why is it the noble die alone
nothing but rotten skin and bone
The world is owned by greed and lust
The fallens eyes full of tears and disgust
To die with honour and erased by greed
no woman has love for the fallen breed
I don't want to be like the old brave
unloved but noble a universal slave
I fight what I am and want what I'm not
because I just don't want to die alone
the wrong are the righteous?
and were have we gone wrong?
poem by Niall Boland
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Fallen
Babylon has fallen,
Fallen and fallen!
Yes, the great City has fallen;
And like another sad note without the harp to play my song.
To every nation, tribe, language and people;
However, thrust in your sickle and reap for joy!
For the harvest of my love is now ripe.
Touch me with your love and enjoy my taste,
And like the muse of love in the night and day;
But, this great voice of a thunder is now heard from afar! !
She should have waited but now it is gone,
Yes, gone too soon with the like,
A candle in the wind without any hope around.
Babylon has fallen!
And now, the mission is over.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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They Will Flee
Rhapsody of fallen twilight soul
We blaze the sculpted Grecian myth
Roman states decayed into barbarism
Pay the price of the pleasure gods
Bacchus wild with sensuous fever
Saturn swirls with fallen angels
What’s in your closet?
The door opens by itself
We are not alone and they are cold
They are dead
Why do the stars shine so true?
She wears a golden lions head
Fierce like a mad gargoyle
Why are you afraid of the dark?
What’s in your room?
Children of the decadent hour laugh
They run with wolves
They parley with the dark prince
The immortal soul feels things
The stairs creak
Sometimes the dead linger
Sometimes devils prowl
She sleeps with the lights on
Say your prayers they will flee
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Italian Pride
pride… Italian pride is on my mind Italian pride is in my kind so step aside and let me through because its all about the Italian crew. Italian love is all around my fellow Italian people will never let me down so show your pride and show its true so show your pride and show its true because Italian blood follows through out you united we stand divide we fall you can shoot one Italian but you cant shoot us all we are Italian we are full of class mess with us we will kick your ass be true loud and proud to be Italian.
poem by Stephanie Testalamuta
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Respect.
Fallen soldiers returning back,
Draped in the'Union Jack'.
Silence on the tarmac,
As the coffins disembark.
Wootton Bassett, through the fallen are driven,
Every resident all respect given.
Lowered flags another painful session,
Of a'regular'procession.
family and friends, flowers thrown,
Amid wailing, some are placed.
Silent grief and tears shown,
As their reality is faced.
15/08/09
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Fallen dream
I look at you
You look at me
In my life this is my fallen dream
Its fallen girl
Who has a fallen view
Becouse its a fallen dream
Fallen dream, Fallen girl and fallen view
With her beautifull shiny eyes
When she smile she blings happeness
Because she is honesT
So i look at you
You look at me
Its an eye contact
Please dont walke me up
Thise drea to me its liality
Me and her for litanity
poem by Peter K silungwe
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken
fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control
empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man
broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights
fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...
fallen, empty, and broken...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fallen Angel
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother
Never alone from that time
Sixteen years through knife fights and danger
Strangely why his life not mine
West side skyline crying
Fallen angel dying
Risk a life to make a dime
Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city
Make us the people we are
Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment
Better get back to the car
Snow white side streets of cold new york city
Stained with his blood it all went wrong
Sick and tired blue wicked and wild
God only knows for how long
Fallen angel
Fallen angel
West side skyline
Crying for an angel dying
Life expiring in the city
Fallen angel...
song performed by by King Crimson
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When In Rome
Well, you must be from the city
'Cause you sure ain't from round here
There ain't no smoke free section
We don't sell no import beer.
You been throwin' round that attitude
Since you walked in that door
I don't know where you come from
But you ain't there anymore
When in Rome,
You can do like the Roman's
But, when your down home
You better do like us.
You been lookin' down your nose
At our water tower town
Ain't no one getting rich
But, there's enough to go around.
If ya don't like tracy's cookin'
Well, ya best still leave a tip
She's back there in that kitchen
With a baby on her hip.
When in Rome,
You can do like the Roman's
But, when your down home
You better do like us.
You put your best foot forward
When you go to meet a man
Look him in the eye
And put a good grip on his hand.
Don't cuss around the ladies
Tell us how to raise our kids
We like doing business
Like our daddys, daddys did.
When you drive off in your beamer
If ya don't do 35
Don't give no lip to Beuford
Or he might just dot your eye.
And when your at the courthouse
Before Ole judge McCall
You best not say a word
About them comandments on his wall.
Naw!
When in Rome,
You can do like the Roman's
But when your down home
You better do like us.
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
When in Rome,
You can do like the Roman's
But when your down home
You better do like us.
Mmmm Hmmmm
Better do like us boy
Don't you come in here talking all that trash
Ya just might get your nose smashed.
When in Rome,
You can do like the Roman's...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Backwards Traveller
Hey, did you know that im
Always going back in time
Rhyming slang, auld lang syne my dears
Through the years
I am the backwards traveller
Ancient wool unraveller
Sailng songs, wailing on the moon
And we were sailing songs, wailing on the moon
Wailing on the moon.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Fallen Angel
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Hell nobodys perfect
One hundred percent
No saint, no pope, no king no queen
No president
But our hunger for heroes
Has made us blind
We seek salvation
From the cup of human kind
But every time we hear the voice
Of some new abraham
We wake too late to realize
It was just another scam
Fallen angel, fallen angel
Well I guess you were no angel after all
Fallen angel, fallen angel
You always take us with you when you fall
I said nobodys perfect
From head to toe
Not einstein or elvis or lenin or marx
Or marilyn monroe
Cause its mostly illusion
In flesh and bone
An image, a look, a song or a book
That we all claim for our own
But even in the best of us
There lies beneath the skin
The tragic flaw in natures law
Thats bound to do us in
Fallen angel, fallen angel
Well I guess you were no angel after all
Fallen angel, fallen angel
You always take us with you when you fall
Pretty faces up on the silver screen
Flawless bodies on covers of magazines
They all look perfect to us
So rich and cool and bored
But hold the presses boys
Theyve checked into betty ford
Turns out nobodys perfect
From a to z
Its best to follow your heart
Then to follow me
Cause Im only a singer
Playin a song
And Ive just been making it up
As I went along
See I met a man who told me once
Sinceritys the key
And once you learn to fake it
Son youre gonna be home free
Fallen angel, fallen angel
Well I guess you were no angel after all
Fallen angel, fallen angel
You always take us with you when you fall
song performed by by Styx
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The Day Is A Poem (September 19, 1939)
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice.
A man of genius: that is, of amazing
Ability, courage, devotion, cored on a sick child's soul,
Heard clearly through the dog wrath, a sick child
Wailing in Danzig; invoking destruction and wailing at it.
Here, the day was extremely hot; about noon
A south wind like a blast from hell's mouth spilled a slight rain
On the parched land, and at five a light earthquake
Danced the house, no harm done. Tonight I have been amusing myself
Watching the blood-red moon droop slowly
Into the black sea through bursts of dry lightning and distant thunder.
Well: the day is a poem: but too much
Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens,
Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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World At War
All hands on deck.
Were at the brink of another war.
May god save our soul.
For chaos will reign with the hot embers of a past fire.
A holocaust in a sick sense.
A massacre of millions and billions of men, women, and children.
The scale could be devastating.
Life as you know it is over.
No where to hide. isolationism is dead in the water.
We are being taken over and exploited in every way.
Our freedoms gone. slaves to the minimum wage.
Revolt and we all die.
Is this the reasons we sacrificed so many lives.
Forsaken by our own people.
Told that if we speak out against them we must be one of them those terrorist without even making a threat.
Oh what have we done?
Can you yet see the anger of regret.
This battle becomes a guerrilla war.
Every state out for itself.
A completely divided nation.
A collapse of many cultures and civilization.
This is one that no one can win.
No matter the intent.
Another cold war.
Tip toe, in the most round bout way.
Because annihilation will destroy all civilizations.
No backing down.
Great men stroking their ego's with very dangerous threats.
The insanity of it.
A hair trigger please stop before were all done for.
Oppression solves nothing.
Silence the lambs.
Sacrifice those lambs.
Please save all the lambs.
Blood is blood and we all bleed the same.
We all die the same.
Death will not change a thing.
We must negotiate for inner peace for those already deceased.
A tribulation to the financial devastation we brought upon our self.
Can you now see we must cut and soder it off before it destroy us all.
Its not about separation but self preservation.
So the next one that says we should be spending.
Oh yours so wrong.
The moneys already gone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Listen
listen not
the chimes of the coins
on the palms of the rich
listen to the whisper
of the gentle breeze
singing praises for the Lord...
Hear not the shouts
on the hot streets
but hear the aching voice
of the doves in the wilderness
crying for peace..
yes listen for the beatings of the heart
crying out for love
hear the wailing of the souls
in search for the Kingdom of God..
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Her Velvet Walk
Words burn like fires from Troy
Pearls from the dying myths
Some fear what then have become
Rodin with hands that touch Michelangelo
She draws for the left bank
Seines flows like Chopin’s piano
Picasso walks under halos
Love is the only moral
Freedom, equality, fraternity
Notre Dam like Emperor Napoleon
Tyranny in the soul is hard to control
The system is congenital
She knows what men like
Draperies as cruel as a whip
Vain damsel of the Mediterranean
Roman grapes like violet slaves
Balance like a Corinthian mathematician
Architects of Ian Rand
Great men ruling the plebeians
We are the children of the barbarians
Prodigy of peacock feathers
Identity of the young corpse
The slave with slaves
The poor working against the poor
Under the sandals of Caesar
Cathedrals of gold with windows of beryl
Everyone in styles of the dead
Some are ghosts not quite gone
Symbols of the phallus gods
Lights brighter than heaven
Hour of glitter as old as Persia
She walks darker than a vampire
I have fallen in love with a spell
A myth that sailed the silver sea
She tells me of silk stockings
She walks like the treasures of Venus
She talks of paintings of Florence
Her Italian heels as elegant as a Mistress
Epochs and ruins in her velvet walk
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Happy Man
Merely by chance
Very unsuspecting
You caught my heart
Unprotecting me
Now Ive fallen in love with you
Just when I thought
I was free and easy
You came along to me
Soft and breezy
Now Ive fallen in love with you
Woo hoo
Ive fallen in love with you
And for the first time in my life
I know what its like to be a happy man
Happy man
And for the first time in my life
Youve given me something I cant understand
Being a happy man
Be with me now
Love me forever
Leaving you lady
Is something that Id never do
Ive fallen in love with you
All of my life it seems I have waited
Now I can say all these words I have stated are true
Ive fallen in love with you
Woo hoo
Fallen in love with you woo hoo
song performed by by Chicago
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A Christmas Carol
It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve,
I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary-
'Oh! never sin and want and woe this earth will leave,
And the bells but mock the wailing round, they sing so cheery.
How long, O Lord! how long before Thou come again?
Still in cellar, and in garret, and on moorland dreary
The orphans moan, and widows weep, and poor men toil in vain,
Till earth is sick of hope deferred, though Christmas bells be cheery.'
Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild-fowl on the mere,
Beneath the stars, across the snow, like clear bells ringing,
And a voice within cried-'Listen!-Christmas carols even here!
Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work the stars and snows are singing.
Blind! I live, I love, I reign; and all the nations through
With the thunder of my judgments even now are ringing.
Do thou fulfil thy work but as yon wild-fowl do,
Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, yet hear through it angels singing.'
Eversley, 1849.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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