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There's Got To Be A Morning After

I heard it once, smoothed-out
by gallons of coffee,
chest husking like a plow
and pulled it into a basement.
Cardigan-wrapped the next morning
and only then was it true, only then
was I so hungry I could eat at the roots of it,

and lay down like a napping aristocrat
dreaming of pendulums
potbellied, empurpled,
pissing outside, and my
boombox played it again, its notes
encircled by my poor shy ghosts
made quiet speeches to the wind
saluted this song's toasting.

poem by Daniel Nester
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Poor Places

Its my fathers voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning
For the air-conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs
His jaws been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Theres bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you dont read anyway
His jaws been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love
My jaws been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
Its hot in the poor places tonight
Im not going outside
They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
Its hot in the poor places tonight
Im not going outside

song performed by by Wilco
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How I Love The Quiet

How I love the quiet
The early morning streets
With few people and fewer cars
The sounds of the wind and the birds
Which do not need to be heard-
The sound of my own voice singing alone its morning song-

How I love the quiet
Of the early morning
And how in my old age
I just enjoy walking along
And singing a song to myself
Into the surrounding silence.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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No One Heard

A song was sung that no one heard.
The song was sung all through the town.
It played for days - from dust until dawn.
It greeted on the morning and midnight yawn.
A song was sung that no one heard.

The melody was sweet and words were strong.
The instruments were the piano and the gong.
No one heard, no they did not,
For to hear, you needed the purest heart.
The song was played in the land on man;
A song was sung that no one heard.

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis

poem by Leslie Alexis
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Dont Go In The Basement

Oh..
You can tell a dirty story
In the old conservatory...
But dont go in the basement!
You can make a scene
On the mezanene
But dont go in the basement!
You can fill yourself with static
With the ghosts up in the attic
But dont go in the basement!
You can light yourself a torch
On the old front porch
But dont go in the basement!
Oh you may think that its real cool
To ride down the bannister like some darn fool
Oh dont go... dont go!!
Dont go in the basement!
You can feel quite aloof
Playing rummy on the roof
But dont go in the basement!
Where the cockroaches dance
You can wallow in romance
But dont go in the basement!
You may think that its deluxe
To ride the bannister filled with rust
Oh dont go, dont go!
Dont go in the basement!!!!

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wind Child

The Wind has a voice,
A sad, sweet voice
I've heard it sing
Long and beautiful
Like Wind should be,
Carrying forever

The singing Wind is rarely heard
It's quiet and soft and
Unnoticeable

I am a Wind Child
I hear the Wind as
She sings her sad, sweet song
I am a Wind Child
And I sing with the Wind
Wind Children are rare as
True Hope
Special as Love
Wind Child
Is me

poem by Sahar Alive
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Pulled Up

Mommy, daddy, come and look at me now
Im a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe its true
Goes to show what a little faith can do
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I drift away to another land
Sleeping dreaming such a simple thing
I think of things that I might be
I see my name go down in history
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so string now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I tripped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled
You pulled me up! pulled me up up, pulled me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I got up
cause you pulled me up
I stood up
cause you pulled me up
I got up
And that was because you pulled me up
I got up
In a little while you pulled me up
Pull me up up up up, up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I cast a shadow on the living-room wall
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
Theres really no hurry Ill eat in a while
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped,
And then you pulled, you pulled me up!
Pull me up...pull me up...watch out!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!

song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep At Last

I never knew it will hurt you so much but,
Try to love me for what i am always;
Because i am the only one who wants to make you sleep at last.
Life is like the gallons of water on moveable carts,
And with the figures of bulls encircled on them;
For your love flows with the sweet milk from your valley,
So i will not put any milk into my coffee tonight.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Width of Wind

I have seen the harvest what they have hardly reaped?
And came the ferocious wind then taken the grain away to a certain end.
The poor farmers cried aloud and nobody was heard.
Again they plow but who could fights against the invisible wind?

Dedication to my fellow poetess friend Sandra.Fowler

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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In The Quiet Morning

Lyrics/music - mimi faria
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked tight by my side
Im sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hour that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
[ a symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound ]
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hour that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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You&i

I tried to write a simple song,
a special one just for you.
A love song to explain,
how you make me feel.

but not a single word,
nor a phrase came out.
neither letters,
t'was scrabbled in my mind.

words may not be new,
or heard a million times before.
it might be simple,
but extraordinary just for you.

cold breeze from the wind,
encompasses the thoughts of you.
the twilight of the rising sun,
like i was wrapped around your arms.

still can't utter a word,
kept dreaming of you.
And how we used to be,
make me say.....

'no need to make a love song,
for we are the LOVE
and you are the SONG
that serenades my soul'

YOU & I,
when we collide..
A perfect combination,
A perfect LOVE SONG..

poem by Nixiebear Naval Cabrera
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The Radio Saved My Life Tonight

I've got something on my mind
I'm just a little bit depressed
I tried to blame it on the rain
But it was in my heart I guess
I'm feeling like a stranger
When I drove through my hometown
Past the sign that Home of a Boyhood Place thats long gone now
I realized aint nuthin what it used to be
Until I heard a song that takes me to my memories
The radio saved my life tonight
An old song that the DJ played made me feel alright
I made it home by my dashboard light
The radio saved my life tonight
Just this side of morning
Just this side of dawn
I walked so soft into my bedroom saw my wife sleeping alone
She whispered Baby are you ok? Have you been gone for long?
I just kicked off my jeans and held her close, I held her all night long
I tried to sleep but in my mind I heard that song
The radio saved my life tonight
The sad song that the dj played made me feel alright
As i drove down that lonesome highway just me and my dashboard light
The radio saved my life tonight
The radio saved my life tonight
that old song that the dj played made me feel alright
I made it home by my dashboard light
The radio saved my life tonight

song performed by by Bon Jovi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dreaming

Kids are cruising on the old shoreline
Goodbye-girls killing time
Feel like soldiers we couldnt wait
Running wild, rushing to our fate
* we kept dreaming, kids are dreaming
Sleeping rough out on brightons beach
A step from the law just out of reach
** we kept dreaming, dreaming me and you
*** got a plan we couldnt blow
Nobody cares, nobody knows
Made a stand and played a show
Nobody cares, nobody knows
Hiding in the wrecks of burned out cars
Found a compass on the promenade
Gangs assemble in the old arcade
By looking cool we thought we had it made
* repeat
We ran wildly against the tide
Nothing much just our teenage pride
** repeat ***
Repeat
[instrumental]
Down the alleys to the old stage door
They heard the band coming through the floor
Eric burdon and the animals played
In our minds the impressions made
** repeat
*** repeat and fade mixing ** and ***

song performed by by Ufo
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Plowman's Song

Turn under, plow,
My trouble;
Turn under griefs
And stubble.

Turn mouse's nest,
Gnawing years;
Old roots up
For new love's tears.

Turn, plow, the clods
For new thunder.
Turn under, plow,
Turn under.

poem by Raymond Knister
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The Music Box

On her dresser sat a music box.
It had been there for many a year.
Given to her by her special one
and now it brought a tear.

For the song it played was as old as she
and she was eighty-three.
Surprisingly it had never worn down
and she'd wind it everyday
It brought to mind the very first time
that she'd ever heard it play.

It was on a Christmas Eve he came
and handed her his gift.
She opened it up and saw the box
and she saw his smile lift.

He took her hand as the music played and held her in his arms.
Hummimg and swaying silently, enjoying all her charms.
Inside the box was his gift to her,
the gift she wore with pride.
It was on her finger for 50 years
and ever since he died.

Now every morn when she opened it
she pictured the scene again.
She prayed the wind-up spring would last
until her days were done.
For there'd never be a treasure like this,
never another one.
And so this morning she opened it
and swayed as she heard the sound.
She touched it softly and said his name
as if he were still around.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Long Ago And Far Away

long ago a young man sits
and plays his waiting game
but things are not the same it seems
as in such tender dreams
slowly passing sailing ships
on sunday afternoon
like the people on the moon i've seen
are things not meant to be
where do those golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
why is this song so sad
(why is this song so sad)
dreaming the dreams i dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams i dream)
loving the love i love
to love is just a word i've heard
when things are being said
stories my poor head has told me
can not stand the cold
and in between what might have been
and what has come to pass
are misbegotten guests alas
and bits of broken glass
where do your golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
why is the song i sing so sad
(why is this song so sad)
dreaming the dreams i dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams i dream)
loving the love i love
to love to love to love
where do your golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
why is the song i sing so sad
(why is this song so sad)
dreaming the dreams i dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams i dream)
loving the love i love
to love to love to love
whoa no no no no no

song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Long Ago & Far Away

Long ago a young man sits
And plays his waiting game
But things are not the same it seems
As in such tender dreams
Slowly passing sailing ships
On sunday afternoon
Like the people on the moon Ive seen
Are things not meant to be
Where do those golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
Why is this song so sad
(why is this song so sad)
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams I dream)
Loving the love I love
To love is just a word Ive heard
When things are being said
Stories my poor head has told me
Can not stand the cold
And in between what might have been
And what has come to pass
Are misbegotten guests alas
And bits of broken glass
Where do your golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
Why is the song I sing so sad
(why is this song so sad)
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams I dream)
Loving the love I love
To love to love to love
Where do your golden rainbows end
(where do the rainbows end)
Why is the song I sing so sad
(why is this song so sad)
Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend
(dreaming the dreams I dream)
Loving the love I love
To love to love to love
Whoa no no no no no

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Song of the Wind

Have you heard the wind blow
Through the leaves of tress
That sway and bend
In reverence to the wind?

Have you heard the lonely song
Of the wind
As it searches the world
Looking for its love?

Oh, the song of the wind,
A melancholy dirge,
Singing in time
To the funeral march
Of a forgotten soul

And the song of the wind
Howls mournfully...
The song of a heart that is breaking
And can no longer live
Without his love.

poem by Thomas Noel Smith
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Blotch

I compelled my hand-blotch to be a care
On this soul of mine. So far, my cares
Diminished, as bending was difficult for me
And old tables remained like my skin.
I wore a cardigan that day, and could it be
That my wearing of this item of clothing
Be strict and due to ancient nature,
Or the feature of an old saying
That forbade my age to enter history.
My hands tie meaning with my shirt
Or shall I say cardigan, just the sold one,
The one so forgiving of my age.
Age carries stiches,
I stretch my shirt, or cardigan,
And look at my hands.

poem by Naveed Akram
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It took eight parades to say goodbye

It took eight parades to say goodbye
and there were fighters in the sky
and we wore battle clothes
and drove our armour
through the streets
and saluted every time,
that he stood with his hat
clenched to his chest.

We marched with a military band
and everyone had step outs on
and as we passed
the man in the dark suit,
rifles swung up high
to a generals salute
in order to say goodbye
to the commander in chief.

I remember him waiting with his arm
on his chest
and hat pressed there,
while we crossed the border
back from war
and there was something
on his face;
when I saluted
as the Ratel IFV drove past.

[Reference: Ratel IFV=> Ratel Infantry Fighting Vehicle.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Coffee!

Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !

poem by Ernestine Northover
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