Blake - (before birth) .
By field and by coppice
By tumbleweed and marigold,
Skipping at the butterflies
And chattering at the wood,
It’s a handful of happiness
With chubby knees and tatters all
That scurries on to Christmas
Where the old grey man stood.
With a starfish in his buttonhole
And a penny wish for the wishing well
He romps home with a puppy dog
And a flower by his ear,
While the old grey man, smiling
Says: ‘Mummy waits, in a little while -’
And I have a little whisper:
‘I love you, my dear! ’
23 November 1982
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Grey, Grey Sky
Someday I will ride the great bird
Into the sky, into the grey
And will take a bright secret of mine
Into the grey, grey sky.
And the light will come, piercing my eyes
Out of the sky, out of the grey
Come blinding and searing these eyes
Out of the grey, grey sky.
And I will find comfort in this
In the wide sky, in the wide grey
In the painful dark brightness of light
Light of the grey, grey sky.
My secret will fly away home
Into the sky, into the grey
And the great bird will follow it there
Into the grey, grey sky.
And I will be riding that bird
Bird of the sky, bird of the grey
And I will come home once again
Home to the grey, grey sky.
But for now I am weighted, earthbound
One of the mud, one of the ground
And I write this sad song to sad sound
Girl of the pavement sighs.
poem by Grace Hutton
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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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The Grey World
Grey nights in the wind,
And the grey-faced dead.
Grey hairs in my head,
And grey eyes in my mind.
Grey mists in the morn,
And grey waves that rave,
Grey mould on my grave,
And grey eyes forlorn.
Grey clouds in the sky,
And the grey world asleep,
Grey ghosts that sigh,
And grey eyes that weep.
poem by Leon Gellert
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November
With every cloud that wanders late,
And grey grace of hazy weather,
Remember the fierce November,
And all the freeze in chill that waits.
From dawn to dusk through time of day,
The howling wind and how they blew,
To steal from days, their golden hue,
And mock the lights that frets away.
A new yuletide in frenzy haze,
In frigid fog and dusty gleam,
To send Christmas a merry beam,
And patch with chill our sundered maze.
The coast, the fields of broken freeze,
The brand of grey and sunlight lack,
And sweetened whiz of windy spark,
We pray November will ne'er cease.
poem by Mbanaso Samuel
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November Graveyard
The streets line up before me
Like a November graveyard
All cold, silent and grey
Yet still I feel warm inside
Still I hear a sweet sound
Some may think me mad
To walk through a winters rain
Smiling like I’m half possessed
Smiling like I’ve become detached
From the surroundings about me
They do not see my thoughts
Or hear what I think anyway
Why should I even care
About these inhabitants
Of a grey November graveyard
Winter is laying its cold hand
On every tree and garden
Stripping them bare
Still I smile regardless
Senseless to my surroundings
Perhaps who is to say
Only I know the truth
And the truth suits me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Oh Mummy, Oh Mummy
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where are you?
You were in your sarcophagus yesterday
but now you are gone.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where may you be?
Has someone in the night
come in and stolen thee?
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
I know you are two thousand years old
and just a box of bandages,
but about you, I care so.
I found you in that pyramid
amongst all your treasures
for the after life.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
there you are hiding away from me.
Hey, what are you doing?
Oooh Mummy stop doing that,
you are two thousand years old
and I am only twenty-three.
Oooh Mummy. Oooh Mummy
don’t stop now.
Oooh Mummy you are a sexy beast.
4 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Grey Lagoons
(ferry)
Blue suns and grey lagoons
Silver starfish with honeymoons
All these and more to choose
If you
Satin teardrops on velvet lights
Morning sickness on friday nights
Heaven knows what others I might bring
To you
Broken partings making strange goodbyes
Hopeless cases with fake alibis
Even hoping well be there to share
With you
Blue suns and grey lagoons
Grey lagoons
Grey lagoons
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Workin' Man (Nowhere To Go)
Wishing well, wish me well
on a dream bought with a penny
wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
lonely faces stare from your pool
and I can\'t bear to see a fool tonight
so make it right wishing well
wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
did you know she would go
then why did you hide it
if you knew then I\'d be without her now
you could have let me know somehow
can\'t wish and tell, wishing well
wishing well, cast a spell, send her love\'s sweet emotion
do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If there\'s a chance, I won\'t believe we\'re thru
show me wishes still come true
it\'s up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
It\'s up to you, wishing well
its up to you, wishing well
it\'s up to you, wishing well
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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This Christmas Day
Its Christmas again and im here far with you
No gifts to share with just me and myself alone
It’s cold this Christmas and im celebrating it alone
Singing songs alone while gazing on your picture in this room
And in this season of love im sheding a tear just for you
Lying alone in my bed watching kids playing and singing
Hoping you’ll be home this Christmas and be back into my arms
Doesn’t care if there’ll be no gift around, just you by myside is enough
And I’ll be waiting here for you this Christmas
Though I know it’s hopeless, wishing for miracle, hoping for magic
And in this Christmas I’ll be dreaming of you
Remembering the days when you are here with me
God show me your magic, make her turn, make her come home again
Please let me hold her arms in this Christmas
I’m hopelessly wishing and craving only for her this Christmas
And I hope love will win and love will show us the way back into our arms
And I’ll be waiting here at my door for you
Though I know you’re in someone elses arms
I’ll be dreaming and remembering our days
Those day we are smiling and holding each other arms
And if I can find a way to be with you again
I'll just keep on hoping and dreaming
For my love is you, and i'll be doing it again and again
Until you find you way back home this Christmas
poem by Mark Anthony Mendoza
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All I Want For Christmas Dear Is You
(Buck Owens / Don Rich)
Here it is Christmas day
And you're many miles away
And I wonder if you feel the way I do
In the air there's happiness
But in me there's loneliness
For all I want for Christmas dear, is you.
Presents wrapped in green and gold
Have no arms for me to hold
No lips to whisper softly, I love you
Oh, how happy I would be
To find you underneath my tree
For all I want for Christmas dear, is you.
--- Instrumental ---
Presents wrapped in green and gold
Have no arms for me to hold
No lips to whisper softly I love you
Oh, how happy I would be
To find you underneath my tree
For all I want for Christmas dear, is you.
Yes darling, all I want for Christmas dear, is you...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Grey Lady Of The Sea
(lebon)
Youve whispered out loud
But your breeze doesnt bend
Were lying in the palm of your hand
No land we see, no place to be
The salt of your tears, adds stain to our hearts
Theres no long years can tear us apart
Our futures entwined with your past
Because when we lie awake
Well be thinking of you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Bravado is all but gone
And patience is down
You scared us and youve turned us around
But you wont let us drown
Because when we lie asleep
Well be dreaming of you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
So answer us when we call
And say if you think were old
When life is so short we can stay long
But youll never be alone
Because one day well return
Well be waiting for you
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
Blow, grey lady blow your ships back home
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I'll Be Missing You Come Xmas
Did you ever really start to cry over something you just wrote?
Well i'm writing you, my dear st. nick, it's the saddest little note.
Is it fair come this christmas eve that i should be alone,
When she knows how much i'm missing her, would you kindly bring her home?
This boy's letter to santa claus it's gonna tear him up,
When he reads how much i'm missing her it's gonna tear him up.
I'm sure if all his reindeers could arrange room on his sleigh
Then i'd receive a big bright package and she'd be mine today.
I'll be missing you come christmas, wishing hard, my dear,
Missing you come christmas, wishing you were here.
Did you ever really start to cry over something that was said?
Well, i'm writing you, dear santa, it's the saddest thing you ever read.
Is it fair come this christmas time that i should be without you,
You know how much i need you, girl, won't you kindly help me through?
This boy's letter to santa claus it's gonna tear him up,
When he reads how much i'm missing her it's gonna tear him up.
I'm sure he'll write a special note to remind him christmas eve
That he has to mend a broken heart that believes in make believe.
Right above his vip we'll be ranking number one,
No sadder request will he receive he'll know it has to be done.
Hey, santa, if you're my friend, please take heed, it's not pretend.
This boy's letter....
I'm sure if all ....
Oh, santa, i'll be missing you come christmas, wishing hard, my dear,
Missing you come christmas, wishing you were here.
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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I'll Be Missin You Come Christmas
Did you ever really start to cry over something you just wrote?
Well I'm writing you, my dear St. Nick, it's the saddest little note.
Is it fair come this Christmas Eve that I should be alone,
when she knows how much I'm missing her, would you kindly bring her home?
This boy's letter to Santa Claus it's gonna tear him up,
when he reads how much I'm missing her it's gonna tear him up.
I'm sure if all his reindeers could arrange room on his sleigh
then I'd receive a big bright package and she'd be mine today.
I'll be missing you come Christmas, wishing hard, my dear,
missing you come Christmas, wishing you were here.
Did you ever really start to cry over something that was said?
Well, I'm writing you, dear Santa, it's the saddest thing you ever read.
Is it fair come this Christmas time that I should be without you,
you know how much I miss you, girl, won't you kindly help me through?
This boy's letter to Santa Claus it's gonna tear him up,
when he reads how much I'm missing her it's gonna tear him up.
I'm sure he'll write a special note to remind him Christmas Eve
that he has to mend a broken heart that believes in make believe.
Right above his VIP we'll be ranking number one,
no sadder request will he receive he'll know it has to be done.
Hey, Santa, if you're my friend, please take heed, it's not pretend.
This boy's letter....
I'm sure if all ....
Oh, Santa, I'll be missing you come Christmas, wishing hard, my dear,
missing you come Christmas, wishing you were here.
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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Skipping!
A little girl was skipping;
As she swung her skipping rope
The neighbors heard her singing
And the song she sang was - Quote:
'Mummy's in the parlour
And she's there with Uncle Fred,
Daddy's in the garage
Says she's doing in his head,
Auntie Jane was crying
Now she's swimming in the pool
And I must keep on skipping
'Til it's time to go to school.'
The neighbors saw her skipping
All along the afternoon,
She skipped a hundred singles
As she sang her little tune:
'Mummy's saying nothing
But she hasn't any clothes,
Uncle Fred is staring
With a chopper through his nose,
Auntie Jane is floating
But her face is turning black
And Daddy's in the garage
With a rope around his neck.'
A little girl was skipping
But there wasn't any sound,
I guess she'll still be skipping
When the sun goes down…
1 April 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Wishing Well
Wishing well, wish me well
On a dream bought with a penny
Wishing well, time will tell
I can see that there are so many
Lonely faces stare from your pool
And I cant bear to see a fool tonight
So make it right wishing well
Wishing well, could you tell, as I stood beside her
Did you know she would go
Then why did you hide it
If you knew then Id be without her now
You could have let me know somehow
Cant wish and tell, wishing well
Wishing well, cast a spell, send her loves sweet emotion
Do your part, touch her heart with truest devotion
If theres a chance, I wont believe were thru
Show me wishes still come true
Its up to you, wishing well
Show me wishes still come true,
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
Its up to you, wishing well
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Grey Wolves Grey
The Russian march is soft and slow,
Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,
When the Russian skies hang grey and low
To the frontiers far where the Russians go;
And they march to-night and they march to-day
Like the grey wolves grey, like the grey wolves grey.
Nor song nor sound their track reveals,
Save the ceaseless “clock” of the waggon wheels;
But a rift in the mist shows a glint of sun
On the long, dark shape of a toiling gun;
And they strain by night and they drag by day
To a distant goal, like the grey wolves grey.
As the horses toil at the ends of trains,
And the ends of roads on the Blacksoil Plains.
And Ivan digs in the frozen clay,
And he rolls the logs a bed to lay
For a gun that’s five hundred miles away,
But as sure to come as the grey wolves grey.
He is marching on with a purpose grand,
For brother Slav in another land;
Whose tongue, perchance, he cannot understand.—
But he knows the cry from the far-away,
And he smells the blood like the grey wolves grey.
And Ivan’s wife in her den at home,
While hunger looms and his lean wolves come—
With her grey-black bread like the Darling mud,
And her tea-bricks bound with the bullock’s blood—
She shields her cubs by night and day
Like the crouching sluts of the grey wolves grey.
And I march with Ivan where’er he be,
With the foreign blood that is strong in me,
And the love and the hate that is fantasy,
Like the ghosts of a father’s memory.
With the blood that is strange to us to-day
As the strange wild blood of the grey wolves grey.
Grey wolves,
Grey wolves—
The strange wild blood of the grey wolves grey.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought
Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,
Along the Land of Furthest Out
That only Overlanders know.
I dreamed I camped on river grass
In bends where river timber grew—
I dreamed, I dreamed the days to pass
Till all the bad things came untrue.
I dreamed that I was young again,
But was not young as I had been,
My path through life seemed fair and plain,
My sight and hearing clear and keen.
No longer bent nor lined and grey,
I met and loved and worshipped you—
I dreamed, I dreamed the days away
Till all the sad things came untrue.
I dreamed a home of freestone stood
With toned tiled roofs as roofs should be,
By cliff and fall and beach and wood
With wide verandahs to the sea.
I dreamed a hale gudeman and wife,
With sons and daughters well-to-do,
Lived there the glorious old home life
And all the mad things were untrue.
From blacksoil plains burned bare with drought
Where years are sown that never grow—
From dead grey creeks of dreams and drought,
Through black-ridged wastes of weirdest woe,
I tramped and camped with fearsome fare
Until the sea-scape came in view,
And lo! the home lay smiling there
And all the bad things were untrue.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Lavender
(derek dick, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
I was walking in the park
Dreaming of a spark
When I heard the sprinklers whisper
Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns.
Then I heard the children singing
They were running through the rainbows.
They were singing a song for you
Well it seemed to be a song for you
The one I wanted to write for you
Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green
When I am king, dilly dilly
You will be queen
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.o.u. for your love
I.o.u. for your love
Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue
When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.o.u. for your love
I.o.u. for your love
Lavender dreams dilly, dilly lavender true
When you miss me dilly dilly, I did miss you
A penny for your thoughts my dear
A penny for your thoughts my dear
I.o.u for your love
I.o.u. for your love
For your love
Blue angel
The sky was Bible black in lyon
When I met the magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows
Where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
jentend ton coeur, jentend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart
Hear your heart. I hear your heart
song performed by by Marillion
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Wings to fly. my babies
As we grew my our wings to fly.
Please don't question God why.
Don't think he is unkind Mummy,
We were choosen for grater things.
Our work Is in Heaven above.
To be your Guardian Angels.
Sending down our love.
We know you are sad Mummy.
But we are, with Jesus
And he sings us lullabies.
We watch you every day Mummy.
And we see you cry.
Mummy we wish you wouldn't cry.
we are waiting here in heaven.
And when you come home Mummy,
We will run to you.
Mummy please don't be sad.
Mummy please don't cry.
We are with Jesus and he sings us lullabies.
(Archie and Emmy)
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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