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Riding the Wenzhou Bus

They squeak and rattle, and jerk and pull
And throw you across the floor,
The double-deckers, the number 5’s,
The 3’s and the 64,
They come in colours of red and blue,
Of green, and in spattered mud,
They wait for no-one but bully on through
If you get in their way – there’s blood!

The seats are plastic and hard as nails,
The roof is but four feet high,
You scramble along on your knees at the back,
Unless you’re a dwarf, or sly -
And climb the stairs to the upper deck
To slide in the slime, and cuss,
You need to be dressed in your army boots
When riding the Wenzhou Bus!

The brakes are shot, they rumble and howl
As they wheeze and groan to a halt,
The body sways, and the rust is foul,
And they buck like a playful colt;
The roar of the engines is petty assault,
But your ears get used to the din,
The gears grind at the stop, the start
And as second and third slide in.

But for one and a half, or just two Kwai
You can ride ‘til the day is done,
You can watch the girls in their stylish clothes
All hanging on straps, each one,
With bags and baggage and cases full,
Watch peasants, or someone’s boss,
Togged out in rags or in business suits
While riding the Wenzhou Bus.

And through the murk of the window panes,
All scratched, and marked, and fogged,
The Chinese go on their friendly way,
The rest of the world unplugged,
The shops, the temples, the slums, the views
Of the parks and squares – like us!
We rattle on by for just two Kwai
When riding the Wenzhou Bus.

28 February 2006

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Where Are the Birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei

‘The skies are empty and grey at dawn,
They’re empty and brown at noon,
Where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei
Deep in the afternoon?
Even at dusk when the air is still
Or the cool breath heaves from the sea,
I wait for the beat of wings then, Bei Bei
Rushing to comfort me.’

‘The birds were once when the paddy fields
Ran down by the river tides,
When the sky was blue and the air was clean
And the trees reached up to the stars.
The birds were here when the skies were clear
No buildings blocked the view...’
‘But where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei
Why have they gone from you? ’

‘They left when the smog came rolling in
And the insects died on the ground,
When the grass turned white and the acid rain
Caused all the trees to drown.
They left when the river turned yellow mud
And the fields died under the road,
When men built towers of thirty floors,
They left the town in droves.’

The skies are empty and grey at dawn,
They’re empty and brown at noon.
‘The birds of Wenzhou took their nests
And travelled to old Hangzhou.
They went to live by a wondrous lake
That tales will tell, is blue...’
‘Where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei...
Have they forsaken you? ’

8 November 2005

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Rough God Goes Riding

Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
Its when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now theyre moaning like a dog in a manger
Its when that rough God goes riding
And then the rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
And its a matter of survival
When youre born with your back against the wall
Wont somebody hand me a bible
Wont you give me that number to call
When that rough God goed riding
And then that rough God goes gliding
Theyll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
When that rough God goed riding
When that rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
Therell be no more heroes
Theyll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Pu Tong Hua

English is simple, it flitters from the tongue,
It means what it says when all’s said and done,
No matter how we say it, stress it or declaim,
In English it always means the same, same, same!

Chinese is difficult, your ‘Pu Tong Hua’,
Is drawn in little pictures that go back so-o-o far,
And every one’s a concept, with no strict meanings
Making it impossible to delve your gleanings.

As often as I study, and try as I might,
I can’t get your xiang xing’s or qing qing’s right.
There isn’t any gender; there isn’t any tense,
So how can your past, present, future, make sense?

Then when I’ve mastered some simple Chinese
You say: ‘That’s fine – but it’s Wenzhou-nese,
Nobody in Guangzhou, Wuhan or Beijing
Would understand a pennyworth of what you’re saying! ’

Every city’s dialect differs from the main,
Canton-ese, Shanghai-nese, nothing is the same.
Beijing has its Mandarin, the old ‘Pu Tong Hua’,
But it’s not what you’ll hear in a Wenzhou bar.

So don’t look for sympathy with adjectives and pauses,
Proper nouns or pronouns, adverbial clauses,
Your cousin’s not your brother, and a ‘she’s’ not a ‘him’,
But how do I tell you in your old Mandarin?

4 April 2006

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Riding

IF I should live again,
O God, let me be young,
Quick of sinew and vein
With the honeycomb on my tongue,
All in a moment flung
With the dawn on a flowing plain,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the sun and the rain.

If I, having been, must be,
O God, let it be so,
Swift and supple and free
With a long journey to go,
And the clink of the curb and the blow
Of hooves, and the wind at my knee,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the hills and the sea.

poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Rocket Love

Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do, do do do-oo
I longed for you since I was born
A woman sensitive and warm
And that you were
With pride and strength no one would test
But yet have feminie finesse
And so much more
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
A female shakespeare of your time
With looks to blow picassos mind
You were the best
Your body moved with grace and song
Like symphonies by bach or brahms
Nevertheless, oh oh
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Ooh you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da
Da da da, da da da-aa
The passion burning in your heart
Would make hells fire seem like a spark
Where did it go
Just why that you would overnight
Turn love to stone as cold as ice
Ill never know
But you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Baby you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Cold, too cold, you took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Oh, oh, oh, took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to into this cold, cold world
I would not do that to a dog
Took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
You took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Ooh baby
Rocket love

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Slide It In

You talk too much,
Never saying what's on your mind,
It's written on your face,
An' in the words you hide behind.
I know what you want,
I can see what you're looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An' I'm gonna give you more.
I'm gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby.
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see.
You're looking for love,
Tho' you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what I've got to do to you.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in.
(Solo)
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what I've got to do,
To get me some peace of mind.
I'm gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top.
Slide it in,
I ain't never gonna stop.
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
I'm gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Nonsense Verses

1

THE Window has Four little Panes:
But One have I;
The Window-Panes are in its sash,—
I wonder why!

2

My Feet they haul me 'round the House:
They hoist me up the Stairs;
I only have to steer them and
They ride me everywheres.

3

Remarkable truly, is Art!
See—Elliptical wheels on a Cart!
It looks very fair
In the Picture up there;
But imagine the Ride when you start!

4

[Pg 58]I'd rather have fingers than Toes;
I'd rather have Ears than a Nose:
And as for my hair,
I'm glad it's all there,
I'll be awfully sad when it goes!

5

I wish that my Room had a floor;
I don't so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!

poem by Gelett Burgess
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Slide Some Oil To Me

(charlie smalls)
Slide some oil to me
Let it trickle down my spine
If you dont have s.t.p.
Crisco will do just fine
Slide some to my elbows
And to my fingers if you would
Slide some oil to me, girl
Whoo! dont that feel good!
Slide some oil to my feet, look
I got toes again
Come on and slide some oil to my knees
And let me see if I can bend
Slide some oil to me
Im beginning to feel just fine
Slide some oil down my throat
And let me lubricate my mind
Slide some oil to me
Go ahead, hit my shoulder blades
Those who dont have to lubricate
Sure got it made
Slide some oil to me
Let it slip down my side
Laying there in one position
Sure does make me tired
Now watch me dance!
And let me lubricate my mind

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Who's Riding Old Harlequin Now?

They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale
Where the stock-horses whinny and stamp,
And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail,
Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp.
Half the duffers I met would not know a fat steer
From a blessed old Alderney cow.
Whilst they're mustering there I am wondering here -
Who is riding brown Harlequin now?

Are the pikers as wild and the scrubs just as dense
In the brigalow country as when
There was never a homestead and never a fence
Between Brigalow Vale and The Glen?
Do they yard the big micks 'neath the light of the moon?
Do the yard-wings re-echo the row
Of stockwhips and hoof-beats? And what sort of coon
Is there riding old Harlequin now?

There was buckjumping blood in the brown gelding's veins,
But, lean-headed, with iron-like pins,
Of Pyrrhus and Panic he'd plentiful strains,
All their virtues, and some of their sins.
'Twas the pity, some said, that so shapely a colt
Fate should with such temper endow;
He would kick and would strike, he would buck and would bolt -
Ah! who's riding brown Harlequin now?

A demon to handle! a devil to ride!
Small wonder the surcingle burst;
You'd have thought that he'd buck himself out of his hide
On the morning we saddled him first.
I can mind how he cow-kicked the spur on my boot,
And though that's long ago, still I vow
If they're wheeling a piker no new-chum galoot
Is a-riding old Harlequin now!

I remember the boss - how he chuckled and laughed
When they yarded the brown colt for me:
"He'll be steady enough when we finish the graft
And have cleaned up the scrubs of Glen Leigh!'
I am wondering today if the brown horse yet live,
For the fellow who broke him, I trow,
A long lease of soul-ease would willingly give
To be riding brown Harlequin now!

'Do you think you can hold him?' old Ferguson said -
He was mounted on Homet, the grey;
I think Harlequin heard him - he shook his lean head,
And he needed no holding that day.
Not a prick from a spur, nor a sting from a whip
As he raced among deadwood and bough
While I sat fairly quiet and just let him rip -
But who's riding old Harlequin now?

I could hear 'em a-crashing the gidgee in front
As the Bryan colt streaked to the lead
Whilst the boss and the niggers were out of the hunt.
For their horses lacked Harlequin's speed;
The pikers were yarded and skies growing dim
When old Fergie was fain to allow:
'The colt's track through the scrub was a knocker' to him -
But who's riding brown Harlequin now?

From starlight to starlight - all day in between
The foam-flakes might fly from his bit,
But whatever the pace of the day's work had been,
The brown gelding was eager and fit.
On the packhorse's back they are fixing a load
Where the path climbs the hill's gloomy brow;
They are mustering bullocks to send on the road,
But - who's riding old Harlequin now?

poem by Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
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Shake My Tree

(coverdale)
You talk too much,
Never saying whats on your mind,
Its written on your face,
An in the words you hide behind
I know what you want,
I can see what youre looking for,
I know what you want from me,
An Im gonna give you more
Im gonna slide it in
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it, in baby...
Sometimes you seem
Just like a stranger to me,
But, all the games you play
Make it so easy to see
Youre looking for love,
Tho you try to deny,
The things you put me through
Tell me what Ive got to do to you
Im gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in...
You talk too much,
Always treating me so unkind,
I know what Ive got to do,
To get me some peace of mind
Im gonna slide it in,
Right to the top,
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in,
Slide it in,
Right to the top
Slide it in,
I aint never gonna stop
Slide it in,
Right to the top,
Im gonna slide it in, slide it in, slide it,
Slide it in, slide it in,
Right to the top, baby...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Lichtenberg

(New South Wales Contingent)

Smells are surer than sounds or sights
To make your heart-strings crack--
They start those awful voices o' nights
That whisper, " Old man, come back! "
That must be why the big things pass
And the little things remain,
Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,
Riding in, in the rain.

There was some silly fire on the flank
And the small wet drizzling down--
There were the sold-out shops and the bank
And the wet, wide-open town;
And we were doing escort-duty
To somebody's baggage-train,
And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg--
Riding in, in the rain.

It was all Australia to me--
All I had found or missed:
Every face I was crazy to see,
And every woman I'd kissed:
All that I should n't ha' done, God knows!
(As He knows I'll do it again),
That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,
Riding in, in the rain!

And I saw Sydney the same as ever,
The picnics and brass-bands;
And my little homestead on Hunter River
And my new vines joining hands.
It all came over me in one act
Quick as a shot through the brain--
With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,
Riding in, in the rain.

I have forgotten a hundred fights,
But one I shall not forget--
With the raindrops bunging up my sights
And my eyes bunged up with wet;
And through the crack and the stink of the cordite
(Ah Christ! My country again!)
The smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,
Riding in, in the rain!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Somebody Might Wave Back

Seven oclock in the morning and Im riding the overnight train
Ive got ten tonnes of luggage but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch, says september seventeen
Were riding past some place where Ive never been
And Im waving through the window as we go
Somebody says well, hey, what are you waving at?
Well what have I got to lose
Somebody might wave back
Seven oclock in the morning and Im carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(drawing patterns/beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
And I say hey there, what are you waving at?
When he says what do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back
What do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back

song performed by by Waterboys
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The Endless Taxi

I staggered out the Monkey Ba
At three... or was it four?
I'd lost my watch and wallet there,
I'd not been there before,
But after drinks or three, I think
I wasn't seeing straight,
I only knew I'd smoked my last
So knew it must be late.

I searched my pockets, plumbed the depths
And found a crumpled note,
A twenty kwai had ‘scaped my eye,
Thank god for kindly fate!
I had a choice of yi bao yan,
A pack of Xinanjiang,
Or I could grab a ‘jiao che' home
At a cost of shi yuan!

I chose the smokes, and spent the ten,
That left me ten to go,
I knew the cost to Xia Lv Pu
Should only be ten kwai,
I hailed a Yellow Jiao Che and
Fell in the open door,
The cabbie grunted ‘na li - ah',
I mumbled: ‘Xia Lv Pu! '

My eyes were somewhat fuzzy
Rolling round my empty head,
I focused on the meter box,
Its numbers glowing red,
‘Shi er', it said, or twelve yuan,
That's when I sobered up;
Of course! Midnight! - the fares increase,
I didn't have enough!

We got to Xia Lv Pu too soon,
I shook my weary head,
And muttered ‘Ming Hang Lu, old chum,
Qu Ming Hang Lu, ' instead;
The cabbie looked me up and down,
Then shrugged and turned about,
And back we went to Ming Hang Lu,
The meter jumped about.

At fifteen kwai we hit the Lu,
I muttered, ‘Qu da Xue, '
‘Cos that was where the campus was,
And where I'd find old Lou;
He'd surely loan me twenty kwai
To pay for the blasted car,
But then I realised... I'd left
Old Lou at the Monkey Ba.

I tapped the dash, and said: ‘Hao de!
Wo yao qu Jiang Xing Island,
The cabbie was looking murderous,
I sensed that he wasn't smiling;
They've got no sense of humour here,
They're all just money crazy,
But still he turned and gunned the cab,
The meter was looking hazy.

By thirty kwai I'd lost the plot,
The Monkey Ba had closed,
Old Lou was nowhere to be seen,
I said: ‘Wo qu Hangzhou! '
He muttered something like ‘Xiagua!
Ni shi bendan, ' he said,
I flung the Xinanjiang at him,
Jumped out the cab, and fled!

So here I am, ten miles from home,
He's headed for ‘gang ting',
I think my luck is running out,
The police will run me in.
I wouldn't mind, a place to sleep
Would do me, I won't fret,
The only thing that bugs me is
I've got no cigarettes! '

(Glossary and pronunciation:
Ba - Bar. Twenty Kwai (Kwy) - 20 yuan
yi bao yan (ee bough yen) - one box cigarettes
Xinanjiang (See nan jang) - Brand of cigarettes
Jiao Che (Jou -as in ouch - Chuh) - Taxi
Shi yuan (Cher you ann) - 10 yuan.
Xia Lv Pu (She ah Luh Por) - a district in Wenzhou
na li - ah (narli-ah) where? The ‘ah' is Wenzhounese.
shi er (Cher aahh) - twelve. Ming Hang Lu (Meen Haang Lou) -
the name of a road. Qu - (chew) go to.
Qu da Xue (chew dar sure) - go to the University.
Hao de - (How duh) - Okay! Wo yao qu Jiang Xin -
(Wore yow - as in ouch - chew Jang Sheen)
I want to go to Jiang Xin Island.
Wo qu Hangzhou (Wore chew Hang-zoe) -
I want to go to Hangzhou - capital of Zhejiang Province, about
300 miles away. Xiagua (She ag wa) - idiot!
Ni shi bendan (Knee sir ben dan) - You're foolish!
gang ting (Garng Ting) - the police station.)

poem by David Lewis Paget
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Never Gonna Stop

Use my body to keep you alive
Yeah my durango number 95
Take me to the home kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show knock
It nice and smooth step back and
Watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Yeah the devil ride
A dinousour he paint the monster red
So the blood dont stain the floor
In out real savage show sorry
As a shot came sickness watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Scream if you want in cause i want more
Scream if you want in cause i want more
Yeah my durango number 95
Take me to the home kick boots ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show knock it nice and smooth
Step back and watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Scream if you want in cause i want more
Scream if you want in cause i want more

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Never Gonna Stop (The Black Cat Crossing Mix)

Use my body to keep you alive
Yeah my durango number 95
Take me to the home kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show knock
It nice and smooth step back and
Watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Yeah the devil ride
A dinousour he paint the monster red
So the blood dont stain the floor
In out real savage show sorry
As a shot came sickness watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Scream if you want in cause I want more
Scream if you want in cause I want more
Yeah my durango number 95
Take me to the home kick boots ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show knock it nice and smooth
Step back and watch it flow
Yeah never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop
Scream if you want in cause I want more
Scream if you want in cause I want more

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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A Bicycle Poem

do not worry how the bicycle looks
ride it.
do not think how the wheel and its
spokes work
do not attempt to understand its structure
ride it.

do not think how the other people looks at
you with your bicycle
just ride it.

when you are riding it already
just feel the joy of the air that meets your face
the speed by which it takes you
to another destination

just ride it, disembark when you get there
you do not even have to own it and keep it for the rest of your life

when you get old
remember that bicycle that once gave you all the joys of riding

before you die
give it to the young

they shall have their own joys too
riding it

and perhaps they will write a poem about you
or if not
about the bicycle at least
who knows?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Biker

Riding
Riding Fast
It’s A Blast.

Fast
Fast Feelings
Always Always Fast.

Feelings
Feeling Adrenaline Rush
Last Last Last.

Rush
Infusion Rush Gears
Riding Changing Gears Gears Gears.

Rush
Infusion Rush Roads
Riding Changing Gears Gears Gears.

Roads
Roads Go Go
Blowing Blowing Blast.

Wind
Wind Sweeping
Sweeping Moments Last.

Never Fast
Fast Enough
Howling Howling Past.

Never Fast
Fast Enough
Howling Howling Past.

Never Fast Enough
Until You Have To Stop
Dead Quick.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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At The Lattice

Behind the curtain,
With glance uncertain,
Peeps pet Florence as I gaily ride;
Half demurely,
But, though purely,
Most, most surely
Wishing she were riding, riding by my side.

In leafy alleys,
Where sunlight dallies,
Pleasant were it, bonnie, to be riding rein by rein;
And where summer tosses,
All about in bosses,
Velvet verdant mosses,
Still more pleasant, surely, to dismount us and remain.

O thou Beauty!
Hanging ripe and fruity
At the muslined lattice in the drooping eve,
Whisper from the casement
If that blushing face meant,
``At the cottage basement,
Gallant, halt, I come to thee; I come to never leave.''

But if those coy lashes
Stir for whoso dashes
Past the scented window in the fading light,
Close the lattice, sweetest;
Darkness were discreetest;
And, with bridle fleetest,
I will gallop onwards, unattended, through the Night.

poem by Alfred Austin
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Out Of The Blue

Written by ian bairnson
Out of the blue
I come sailing
Through the years
Through the years
What do I do?
Now that Ive seen
All our hopes
And all of our fears
And Im riding a lonely highway
Im the man from out of the blue
Yes Im riding a lonely highway
Im the man from out of the blue
I travel far
Yet no distance
Im still here
Always here
So follow the call
To our senses
Still theres hope
Behind the fear
And Im riding a lonely highway
cause Im the man from out of the blue
And Im riding a lonely highway
Im the man from out of the blue
Yes Im riding a lonely highway
Im the man from out of the blue

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Boy Who Rides By The Sea

The boy from the sea
rides bareback along the shore
His magnificent stallion and he
In the early morn and the eve of night
riding each day by the sea

Every day at dawn
I rush to the shore
just to catch a glimpse of he
In the moonbeams of night
I race to the land...
to watch them gallantly ride by the sea

So beautiful in majesty
I quietly watch them ride
Moving together as if they were one
like a beautiful melody
Riding quietly together in perfect harmony
This magnificent horse and he
By the sea…
By the sea

poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
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