Sitting In Silence
Sitting still in silence of all the lies.
This thing inside which was once so alive
is now sick and tired, watch as it dies!
The deciet many like me come to meet,
we tried! We fought in that battle with pride!
And can now see it can no longer hide
the deciet is found it can not survive!
So this that was once a room of laughter,
is a fighter along side an actor
sorry, actress, who deserves a bafter
remember how friends, family would gather?
We got out wine glasses that now shatter,
the colour of red stains the kitchen floor
its not wine, we don't drink wine anymore,
I wait, wait for them to come through the door.
Cold, but you can not say I never feel
because these scars you left will never heel!
I'm strong because a grown man never cries,
sitting, still in silence of all the lies.
poem by Daniel McCann
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All You Want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
And though sleep leaves me behind
there's nowhere I'd rather be
And now our bed is oh so cold
my hands feel empty
no one to hold
I can sleep what side I want
It's not the same with you gone
Oh if you'd come home
I'll let you know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
It's been three years
One night apart
but in that night you tore my heart
If only you had slept alone
If those seeds had not been sown
Oh you could come home and you would know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
I hear your key turning in the door
I won't be hearing that sound anymore
And you and your sin
can leave the way you just came in
send my regards to her
I hope you've found that
All you want
Is right there in that room
All you need
Is sitting there with you
All you want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
song performed by by Dido from No Angel
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You're All The Same
Really, I know, inside my heart,
Where to stop and when to start,
Sometimes our decisions cause so much pain,
Mostly, our decisions are made in vein,
To benefit 'me, myself and I',
On our lips, intentions cry,
In friendship, I'll shake your hand,
I'll lie to you, with no reprimand,
Success is deciet and deciet is lies,
So many attempts and so mant tries,
To get to where you want in the end,
All the rules you'll have to bend,
Success is greed and grees is fame,
All of you, you're all the same.
poem by Autum Foster
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Wine (Love Poem)
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day
poem by Ian Beckett
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No More Lies
There's a darkened sky before me
There's no time to prepare
Salvage a last horizon
But no regrets from me
Maybe I'll be back some other day
To live again just who can say
In what shape or form that I might be
Just another chance for me
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusion
And wishing all my life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd like to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
They're all sitting at my table
Talking tall and drinking wine
Their time is up just like me
But they just dont know it yet
So just a word of warning
When you're in your deepest dreams
There's nothing you can hide from
I've got my eye on you
The clock is fast the hour is near
Eventful past is everclear
My life is set the time is here
I think I'm coming home
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusions
And wishing all your life away
No-one can stop me now
Time is up it couldnt last
But there's more things I'd have to do
I'm coming back to try again
Someday maybe I'll wait till then
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Sick And Tired (song)
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here today with a harden crust
I’m fragile and I’m weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they have told me
To my face and
To my face and
To my face and
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Scared to love
And scared to trust
Pretending to be strong
With a hard crust
But deep inside
I’m weak and torn
And I’m trying to hide
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the lies
All the lies
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of all the pain
All the pain
I don’t wanna be scared
I don’t wanna pretend
Anymore
Unable to do what I wanna do
Unable to feel what I wanna feel
Unable to see what is meant to be
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
I can only wish that this wasn’t me
Cause I am
Afraid to love and afraid to trust
I stand here tonight with a harden crust
I’m fragile and weak but I have to be
Strong and tough but I just can’t see
All the lies that they told me
And I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired
Of lies and pain
I don’t wanna be scared and pretend
Anymore
I can only wish that this wasn’t me.
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Red, Sparkling Wine
I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …
of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…
She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…
Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…
She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Flight Q 124
So, here I sit, drink rhubarb wine
and dream about my Valentine.
She's in New York to see a wizard
the telly showed a great big blizzard.
Meanwhile the wine is warming me
and sets romantic feelings free.
I ponder why my heart still flutters,
my accent-laden voice, it stutters.
And goosebumps occupy my hide
when you are sleeping by my side.
Tonight, the bed caresses Freddy
the cuddly, brown Bavarian Teddy.
And me? I sit here with my wine
and wait for you, my Valentine.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The Apple Tree Greed
he has an apple a green apple
he is the only person in this room
with a green apple
suppose suppose NOW
he has MORE of those at home
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree
In his backyard no WAIT
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau
And he makes green apple wine
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine
And the whole city is soon sick
The children ralf and barf and ralf again
There is no more end to the men
Drinking all the green apple wine
To make this ONE person rich
He never offered me any of his wine
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please
I'm just full of good intentions
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces vailiantly piled higher then the sky.
poem by Parme Hice
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Im Alive
(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
I like to rock and I like to roll
I like the blues if its got some soul
I take my lovin any way you can
So if you got the time, honey Im your man
Cause Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
Ive learned to coped with the crap and jive
Remember boy, just to stay alive
Only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, and Im alive, yeah
I got no reasons for slowin down
I like to move, and Im glory bound
The silent runner in the edge of night
So dont you stand in my way, unless you wanna fight
Cause Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
I left my family in 65
And they said boy, just to stay alive, yeah
Remember only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, keep your head up boy, ooh
Im alive (Im alive), Im alive (Im alive)
And I really feel like gettin it on
Im alive (Im alive), Im alive (Im alive)
I said Im ready and Im feelin alright, ooh
And Im gonna find some lovin tonight, some good good love
And Im lookin at you, I know what I wanna do, yeah
Something I can get into
Im alive, Im alive, Im alive
I left my family in 65
And they said boy, just to stay alive, yeah
Remember only the strong survive, they said
Im alive, Im alive, Im alive (Im alive)
I can cope with all that crap and all that jive, baby (Im alive)
Im alive, Im alive, Im alive (Im alive)
And it feels good, yeah
song performed by by April Wine
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Remember Me
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Bye baby, see you around
Didnt I tell you I wouldnt hold you down
Take good care of yourself, yhear
Dont let me hear about you shedding a tear
Youre gonna make it
Youre gonna take it
Remember me as a sunny day
That you once had, along the way
Didnt I inspire you a little higher
Remember me as a funny clown
That made you laugh when you were down
Didnt I boy, didnt I boy
Remember me as a big balloon
At a carnaval that ended too soon
Remember me as a breath of spring
Remember me as a good thing
Bye baby, see you around
I already know about the new love youve found
What can I do but wish you well
What we had was really swell
I wont forget it, I have no regrets
Remember me as a sound of laughter
And my face the morning after
Didnt the sky beckon us to fly?
Yes, youl remember the times we fought
But dont forget me in your tender thoughts
Please darlin oh yeah
Remember me when you drink the wine
Of sweet succes and I gave you my best
Remember me every song you sing
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a sunny day
Please darling, remember me as a good thing
Remember me when you drink the wine
Remember me as a good thing
Remember me as a big balloon
Dont forget me darling
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Death of a Therapist
Sitting in a black chair
After a heavy drink
Hanging from a light fitting
Face down on the floor
Who killed the therapist?
Nobody is sure
That night she left the latch off
The back door
There was a twitchy curtain at number 24
A psychotic son aged 21 and on the run
The cops are looking for
Was it in the dish she ate at exactly a quarter past eight
Every night
She had turned an awful shade of green a ghastly sight!
Or was it in the glass of burgundy she liked to drink at nine
Did someone tamper with her chicken kievs?
Did someone spike her wine?
Or did she simply DIE?
YES DIE Lie DEAD as a dodo for hours on the floor?
No flowers, no wild applauses
Just behind the door
The coroner had a twitch when he said 'Natural causes'
But still they're looking for
A man called moses who leaves roses for the poor and outside unsuspecting doors
The curtain twitcher at number24
A chef called mabel who had a problem with drink and spoke to the shrink, face to face, leaving a gift of fine burgundy wine in a bright
yellow case on the side
A son on the run with a gun who hated his mum and thought the shrink had taken her in, to hide her from him
Were they 'Identical twins? '
An old man with a dribble and a grudge with an oversized head
Had wished the shrink dead
For stealing his fudge and leaving him cold in his bed
Or casinova Dan tha 'man' she left him for
Who left her lipstick love notes by the door
Afraid that she would stalk him kept his bunny by his bed
Then fled after finishing her off
Settling the dust of an unsettled score?
The mystery remains unsolved
But much later dead clients were found
One lying in the laundry basket 'upside down'
A body floating in the swimming pool where she had drowned
And a cupboard full of strangers hanging up with coats
Marked 'lost and found! '
The therapist had been a serial killer for sometime
Some put put it down to ingesting Mabel's 'Toxic wine'
Mabel was arrested for her brutal crime
But a shadow of doubt was cast across the jury
Because she always arrived after nine never in time
And the wine on the side was not red
Rumour has it she hit her head
Fell back in the chair
Slid onto the floor
And was found face down
By Mabel who broke down the door
All admitted she took fright and quitted the scene in shock
Without calling the cops
She was acquitting found Not Guilty! for knocking her off
Sent to rehab to dry out threw all her licquor out
But a shadow of doubt still continues to hang over,
Casanova Dan
The dribbling man
The son on the run with a gun, only 21
And now postman called Fred
Who found mrs P dead at number 24
And was seen to be dragging a large parcel away from the door
poem by Yvette Smith
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Sick(Third person)
Sick of all the lies, pain, and deciet
All the inconsideration people have for those...
Those who only care about others
Who can't stand to see someone hurting
People asking them to lie
To hide what they've done
And if they don't hide it
Someone else gets hurt
Sick of everyove using those around them
When all we do is sacrifice
And love them for them
Put up with all there shit
And then tell them it's ok
Sick of being used
When we treat them with respect
And tell them that we care
And no matter who else they hurt
It is we who absorb the pain
Sick of how after all
That was done for you; you
Had the nerve to say to say
I didn't care about you
poem by Guarded Heart
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A Season of Wine and Roses
Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well ~
and how the two were wed as one,
when the sunlight softly fell.
The pinkened kiss, the gentle blush,
beneath a soft, green canopy ~
and wine flowed there beside the rose,
'til sunlight set on autumn's eve.
And there within the autumn's breath,
came an orange and golden kiss ~
that found the wine and lovely rose,
beguiled by summer's bliss...
remembering when the wine was sweet,
and the rose was a budding bloom ~
and velvet was the reddened wine,
when the red rose danced in June.
Thinly brown, with winter's death,
the vine and thorn entwine ~
and wait impatiently for spring,
when, once more, a life they'll find.
And now upon the chilling wind,
there's a whisper that gently fell ~
'Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well'...
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Wine Me Up
(faron young/billy deaton)
I'm the center of attention in this bar room
Cause i've got teh biggest heartache of the year
And each night those swingin' doors reach out to me and draw me in
'cause they know each night that i'll be back to wine me up again
Chorus:
Wine me up turn me on and watch me cry for you
Lately drinkin' warm red wine is all i want to do
I never know how tight i'll wine me up 'til i walk in
I don't care cause i'll be back to wine me up again
I'd like to thank the folks who raise the grapes way up in california
And i'm hopin this will be their biggest year
'cause scarlet waters all that's left to keep me hangin on
That's why i'll try to wine me up each day and night next year
song performed by by Gary Allan
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My Friends Are Leaving Me
my friends sing so well the songs of the masters
by heart they memorize the instructions
and day to day they chant their names and their achievements
they all leave me here below the mountain of Individualism
up there they commune with their gods and goddesses
drinking the finest wine and clicking their wine glasses &
then the orders are given and they must in time obey
do not pity me, i am here sitting beside a rock
unprotected by the scorching sun
trying to recall by memory the best of my old poetry
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twilight Alehouse
1971. released as b-side of I know what I like single, 1974.
Is it really true what theyre saying
Are you really sure theres nobody come for me
When Im walking home there is no-one
Once there was a house, full of laughter - so warm
Trying to pretend there is someone
Someone who will care when I need it
I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling good
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow
Just a drink to make me feel like a man again
Now Im down
When I walk outside, there is nowhere
Children follow me, with their laughter - so cold...
Casting just a glance at the churchyard
Casting just a glance, at my painted female friend.
Now Im on my way, I am falling
Got to find some elp, ooh I will need that now
So I will receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling good
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow
Just a drink to make me feel like a man again
Now Im down...
I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling good
Just a drink, Ill get that drink, and Im feeling fine
Just a drink to take my sorrow
Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow, now...
song performed by by Genesis
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Wine Red
Wine red
Like rose petals against the snow
Wine red
Like crimson apple pierced with an arrow
Wine red
Like blood emitting from the skin
Wine red
Like her ruby lipstick used for sin
Wine red
The drink that lovers share
Wine red
A drink to forget a nightmare
Like Snow White fooled
She ate the poison apple;
A death of beauty
But their dirty and wicked sins
Will be recovered with an enthusiastic fury
poem by Verona Valentine
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The Silence That Lives On
I'm sitting in the corner nowhere to run
Here comes the silence, there goes the fun
Trying to put the pieces back together
Knowing that the silence will live on forever
Trapped inside with my deepest fears
The silence is so strong voices are not clear
Hard to fight my way out of this place
Wanting to leave the silence without a trace
All the bad things go away and be gone
For I am left with the silence that lives on
poem by Susan Robertson
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Into The Beautiful Journey Of Untruths
i know it is true but i will not tell you. It kills.
And i want you to be alive and happy. It is a lie.
This truth is your poison. You are willing to take it. I know.
But how can i see you die? without me dying with you?
It is not a lie.
So i will lie with you. And you must lie to me.
This lie is sweetest wine. Our hands are cups.
We drink the sweetest wine and we become spirited.
Happy together in this.
Our words are islands, without shores.
I'll take this truth for you. I am an antidote.
You take a lie. It makes you breathe. You live.
when will this journey end? Come, walk with me to this endless road.
Now, we both are lies ourselves. Look at the mirror?
we are mirrors. Look at us? Do we not make a perfect pair?
My lying soul mate,
lies are us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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