Outside the House
Walking yesterday in an outlying neighbourhood,
I went by the house
I used to go to when I was very young.
There Eros with his wonderful power
laid hold of my body.
And yesterday
when I walked down the old road,
shops, pavement, stones,
walls and balconies and windows-
all were suddenly made beautiful by the spell of love:
there was nothing ugly left there.
And as I stood staring at the door,
stood lingering outside the house,
my whole being radiated
the sensual passion stored up inside me.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Yesterday, When I Was Mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed it, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like i do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when i was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, i don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday)
Yesterday (yesterday yesterday) when i was mad
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Two Houses
Yesterday's house,
where I used to live
was warm
with brick, and mellow wood.
Sounds bounced
softly
back and forth,
to blend with living words.
Yesterday's house
does not remember me.
Today's house
is cold and bleak
with steel,
and pitted stone.
Sounds clash,
as havoc reigns...
with reason
lost to madness.
Yesterday's house
is masked by time,
and clockwork hands
that can't turn back.
My body lives in today's house -
my eyes weep today's tears -
but my heart
is safe in yesterday's house
where the mortgage
is always paid.
poem by Robert Reldan
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Yesterday
Ooh yesterday
(bg)ooh...aw..e..aw..e..aw
All my trobles seem so far away
(bg)hey..ey..ey..
Now it looks as though thier here to stay
(bg)here to stay
Ooh,oh...
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
All so suddenly, Im not half the girl I used to be
(bg)ooooooooooh......................i used to be..
Theres a shadow hanging over me
(bg)o..ver me
Ooh..ooh..ooh..ooh..yeah
(bg)yesterday came suddenly, yesterday came suddenly
Why... he had to go
(bg)had to go
I dont know but he wouldnt stay around here long he wounlnt stay
(bg)know.........stay........
(bg)i... think...somethings wrong...
I think I said...wrong, now I long for yesterday
(bg)day, day, day
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
(bg)hide....away
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
(bg)i believe in yesterday
song performed by by En Vogue
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You, Yesterday and I
Yesterday wasn't just another day
There the earth moved on its axis
There the sun appeared on time
There the moon blinked at the sun
Yet yesterday wasn't another day
The passion we shared yesterday
Doesn't make it just another yesterday
The yesterday's warmth of your eyes
That traced all my nuances
The yesterday's breeze that touched me
After it touched you
The yesterday's redness of my lips
That you so fondly painted
The yesterday's voyage on sea of love
That we together dared
The yesterday's purple of love
That I found after you left
All these and more of yesterday
Still follow me today...
You see
Yesterday wasn't
Just another day!
On 28th of Sep 2011 at 17.47hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The House
For many years, the house
stood empty and forlorn.
The windows had been boarded
preventing the sunlight coming in.
No welcoming mat lay by the door;
laughter was a thing of the past
as spiders spun their webs
within the gloomy silence.
The house stood empty
abandoned by most living things
and there were those who said
spooky goings on went on
after night fell in there.
No one could prove it
because no one would stay there.
Only the fool hardy
would ever enter after dark.
The paintwork pealed
and the front door creaked
if someone dared to open it.
They say the house is haunted,
but no one knew
by what or who.
The house began to crumble
as each season came to pass.
The glory of its birth
lay somewhere in the past
and now the crumbling walls
would never reveal
any of the secrets that it knew.
Then a fire started
by a hand unseen
and the house finally died
within its own funeral pyre
15 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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In This House
in this house
where you've been
what you've seen
were the windows
in this house
where you've been
what you've seen
were the doors
in this house
where you've sat
what you ate
was your food
in this house
where you've sat
what you ate
was the word
in this house
where you stood
what you could
something say
in this house
you could open
windows doors clapping wings
in this house
you could open
soul that heaven upward sings
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Song: The House of Cards
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
and admire it's lavish facades.
The hearth's as transparent,
as the heart of young Faust,
in the beautiful house of cards.
And on the balcony suite, where all powers meet;
as made men they're known as goodfellas.
See the play of elites, who admit no defeats,
but display their true corporate colours.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
lest like glass it shatters to shards.
When you hold up a mirror,
they scatter like grouse,
in the beautiful house of cards.
Like fat cats in heat, or on hunting retreat,
at ranches, estates, gated villas.
All pall-bearers beat or quail at their feet,
as befits these natural born killers.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
protected by cameras and guards.
No-one 'scapes notice,
not even a mouse,
in the beautiful house of cards.
And on the mezzanine floor, they scrabble and squall,
to preen their fine hubris, unscissored.
And in congress they roar, they babble and bawl,
their small-minded rubrics like wizards.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
the home of the brazen canards.
The cowboy and spouse,
in faux denim strauss,
in the beautiful house of cards.
Like insects they swarm, as a cold war gets warm,
or pick at the dead flesh like buzzards.
As the press runs to form, in the frat house and dorm,
and hazes the public as dullards.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
once praised by the poets and bards.
What pest not oppressed
will soon be deloused,
in the beautiful house of cards.
While the huge hulking mass, of opinion is crass;
as it sits on it's ass to prove,
that the lumpen foundation of once a great nation,
like bedrock is slow to move.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
for the debris is minimally charred.
The walls may be burning,
but soon will be doused,
in the beautiful house of cards.
Come look at the house,
the wonderful house,
while the world still gives it's regards.
A dream once espoused,
is now lost, and anonymous,
in the beautiful house of cards.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Traffic lights shinning in my eyes,
And here I am standing in the rain
Counting every dropp that fell in my palm.
The Cold breeze frozen my body
Like yesterday when you left me in vain
On were I can’t stand from all the pain.
That was yesterday I could still remember.
Yesterday, I was stood under the burning rain.
Were my heart was freezing under the sun
When all the blue and woe has passed my way
And those autumn leaves are my shelter
On the broken tree house of memory
That my heart is getting weak,
And it’s hard for me to breathe.
That was yesterday, I was dazzle in lights of lies.
And today,
The sun grimaces in the early morn
Were the world embrace me from the past
That beauty blooms here inside my heart
Spring’s blossoms comes only a second of time
For today, loves grown deep in the heart of me
Voices tell me I should carry on
To hold the stars up in the sky
And see the world will smile again.
Today, my heart will dance again
For tomorrow,
Love will bloom like flowers in spring
A sweet smile will curve in my lips
Tomorrow, I’ll be strong as a wind
Dance on a game of love,
Swaying on a battle of life.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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The Man with the Wooden Leg
There was a man lived quite near us;
He had a wooden leg and a goldfinch in a green cage.
His name was Farkey Anderson,
And he'd been in a war to get his leg.
We were very sad about him,
Because he had such a beautiful smile
And was such a big man to live in a very small house.
When he walked on the road his leg did not matter
so much;
But when he walked in his little house
It made an ugly noise.
Little Brother said his goldfinch sang the loudest of
all birds,
So that he should not hear his poor leg
And feel too sorry about it.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Past a house
We yesterday
drove past a house
near a shopping centre
and at the front wall
the plaster was broken,
the garden that was something
at a time
was treaded to pieces
and left uncared.
The front door hanged decaying
and when my eyes
walked down the corridor
some of the ceiling was missing,
and the wooden floor
was being used for firewood
It seemed as if the house
was now really becoming a ruin
and a naked black toddler
were crawling outside
and a very thin dog
looked as if it never got food
and my darling said:
“We stayed here at a time
and once this house
belonged to us
and it was a beautiful place
and just see how it looks now.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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It Could Have Been Eden
Let me tell you something that I remember
from so long ago
but it seems like only yesterday to me
and is still fresh in my memory.
A dusty sand track meandering
past a hillock and a great oak tree
and in the early morning ripe lying like snow
and a spring flowing with clear sweet water,
the freshest that I have ever tasted,
the sun glowing as a huge orange ball
the sky bright blue
and you swimming in the stream
totally naked without concern
as if it was the most natural thing
and that winter could have been spring
and I couldn’t stop looking at your body,
your big breast and aroused nipples
while I was feeling perverse, wicked
and you smiled at me gently.
How old had we been?
A boy of thirteen, but grown to full size
and a girl of sixteen with the body of a woman
and you were the most beautiful
delightful being that I had ever seen
and on that first meeting
totally nude you led me by the hand
to the barn, to the haystack
that we used as a bed
where you laid with me,
laid on your back
learnt me the pleasures of your body
and the taste of your lips,
the touch of your fingertips
I remember, but much more
the sheer rapture
of making love to you
and then suddenly, unexpectedly
the angel with the flaming lantern
and weapon in the other hand
stood in the barn door
which led almost to our capture
and while he was looking,
trying to see if anything
had crept into the barn
we lay totally motionless
and you demanded another kiss
and when he walked out
you were aflame with even more passion.
poem by Gert Strydom
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They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House
(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
poem by David A. Webb
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Yesterday
(words & music by john lennon - paul mccartney)
Yesterday,
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though theyre here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Suddenly
I dont have the laugh
I used to weep
Theres a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday, came suddenly
Whyd she have to go
I dont know, she wouldnt say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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House Without Windows
Pockris/tobias
Im gonna move into
A house without windows
So I wont see you walking by, walking by
With your new love
There in the darkness of
My house without windows
I will never see the stars that shine
Shine on you, and your new love
Id rather wonder through this endless night
Than to face the light of another lonely day
Knowing that you wont be there
There to share, these two arms ever again
Ill take all my broken dreams
And Ill take my broken heart
And from now on you will find me there
Crying there, trying to forget
In my house without windows
In my house without windows
And without love.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Opening The Door
Opening
the door
returning
to
yesterday.
Peek ing
inside a
thousand
thoughts
run the
corridors
of my
mind.
all our
treasures
remain
in tact.
just as
we left
them
so long
ago.
Our tree
house
neat
and tidy..
dolls
dressed
in their
finest,
waiting
for our
return.
It is
not the
same
now,
someone
is
missing.
Yesterday
cannot be
recaptured
as it
once was.
I quietly
close
the door
turn
away.
walk
into
the
future
leaving
them
undisturbed.
poem by Heather Burns
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While Waiting for the Boys
You lay your bike
against the fence
and headed towards
the farmhouse
but Monica came out
of the house
and stood in front
of the door
where you going
with the boys?
she asked
the cinema
you replied
what are you going to see?
Kissing Cousins
going to see what?
it's a new film
by Elvis in it
you said
looking beyond her
towards the house
I'd like to come too
she said
will they let you?
they might
if you say I can
that's up to your mother
you said
but if you said
you'd like me
to come along
I'm sure she'd let me
she stood gazing at you
her arms folded waiting
another time maybe
you said
why another time
why not now?
I'm 17 you're just 14
don't think your parents'd
be keen on me
taking you out just yet
what do they know
she muttered
the door of the house
opened and her mother
came out of the door
hope you're not
bothering Benedict
she said
the boys will be out
in a moment
she said
turning to you
and giving Monica
a stern stare
ok
you said
I'll wait
by my bike
Monica pouted her lips
and followed you
as you walked
to your bike
in you come
young lady
don't want you pestering
the boys' friend when
they come calling
and so Monica turned away
following her mother
another daydream falling.
poem by Terry Collett
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Where does my mother live?
My mother breathed her last in a train.
Where does she hover after the death?
The carriage where she died,
The place where the carriage stood.
The house where her body was brought to.
The house where she was laid to rest,
The ground where she was cremated,
The house she was married to,
The house she was born in.
Or the home of her offspring
Where she is worshipped?
Or has she transmigrated?
I think she lives where she is remembered.
16.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yesterday
Yesterday
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though theyre here to stay
Oh I believe
In yesterday
Suddenly
Im not half the girl I used to be
Theres a shadow hangin over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
Why he had to go
I dont know
He wouldnt say
I said something wrong
Now I long
For yesterday
Why he had to go
I dont know
He wouldnt say
I said ... I must ve saidd something wrong
Now I long
For yesterday
Yesterday
Life was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I believe
In yesterday
I believe
In yersterday
I believe
In yesterday
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Hidden Drive
there's a dirty house that's falling apart
some want to fix it but they don't know where to start
there's cobwebs and cracks in the walls
this is where rain's relief dares not to fall
no one really cares to help this place
they just look at the face
this old house is kept inside
with a disguising shell to hide
something i noticed as i passed by
at the house where hope will die
the windows were clean and new
though everywhere else the weeds grew
the windows had such an allure
i couldn't take it anymore
i gazed at the windows in awe
then through them i saw
the messy, run-down house inside
where beauty died
then i realized
something about eyes
eyes are the windows
clean and lovely for show
but behind them is the soul
sometimes your eyes will fool
the beauty and shine will not last
for one day, someone will see past.
poem by Alex Manson
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Life
I've seen the light and I've
seen the fate
And I walked away
Still I'm ok
I remember the pain inside
from the day when my mother died
Never went away
It's still here today
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
And my baby he went to sleep
in his mother's arms we pray to keep
He shyed away
He never lived a day
Best friend call me up to say
with a gun in his hand said he's goin' crazy
Said you'll be ok
he still died the next day
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
I stood in line
I've lost my pride
I've made the change
I'm a better man today
Death brings life
Still we try
To live a better way
Before your dyin day
[Chorus]
Ya born alone
Ya die alone
And still we live on
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yesterday is a memory
Tomorrow is a vision
But today
it's a bitch
Yea yea
Yesterday is a memory
But today
it's a bitch
[fades]
Yea yea
Yesterday is a memory
tomorrow is a vision...
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Zug Izland
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