Mahr
Check, speck, Beck, deck, peck, neck;
With the small axe in your hand to cut down the big tree!
But, i am Mahr in the land of your muse watching you;
For, it is better to keep the trees than destroying them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hickenlooper
Hickenlooper, core, coil, oil, hoe, Cole, hop, rice;
A bucket of water,
A worker,
Wear, ware, are, we, raw, ear, era, war! !
And like an evil eye;
But, from above came the truth.
Hickenlooper, nice, hole, neck, peck, heck, leper, ore;
Import, export, port, support, report!
And, this is like the muse of your love in the land of joy.
Hickenlooper, pore, coop, crop, phone, one, lone;
My love will find a way in meeeting your heart! !
So, be ready to learn from my muse.
Leaking pen!
The red island! !
Hickenlooper, loop, lope, pool, poor, rope, lick, like;
But, you are now noted by us.
Hickenlooper, hen, hick, Nick, pike, hike, peer, cook;
With people around to understand your muse!
But, try to share with others when you are at advantage.
Hickenlooper, Nike, peck, peek, keep, hope, cop, cope;
And like those tough days! !
But, try to be yourself in al things.
Hickenlooper, Ike, pen, pin, peen, in, on, no, or, nip, lip;
Adapt,
Adopt,
Support! !
And like the muse of sweet love in the garden of peace.
Hickenlooper, hip, clip, Ken, pick, ink, rick, ice, price;
But, love will find the way! !
Because, we are one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Small Trees
I am little like the small trees,
These are at least bigger than flowering plants,
The richness of theirs is far superior to us.
Since they are richer and we are taller,
The magnificent colours shine as they do.
Greenness is our nature as trees,
Whilst they are always colourful
More than us.
The tree of bigness is a lethal organ,
One we sit by and watch growing older.
Then the small trees subjugate the other trees
Far smaller, but we are supposed to respect
The bigger trees, they are certainly not the biggest.
The best of us are longer in health,
Whilst I am little for I am a small tree.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Soothsayer
The Soothsayer's tree,
Of a cloud as small as a man's hand;
The Soothsayer's fruit,
Of a poem as sweet as your muse;
Yes, a man is measured by hie strength.
Let my poetry fall on you like rain,
Listen oh Heavens and oh Earth;
Like a shadow from a mountain with a donkey.
A head taller than others,
I will have my donkey saddle and ride on it;
Of a cloud as small as a man's hand.
Infront of the Balsam trees,
Raindrops over the leaves with love;
The one who first puts his amour on should,
Not boast like the one who takes it off.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Wattlebirds Kept Busy All The Day
The wattlebirds kept busy all the day
From flowering gum trees chasing them away
But wattlebirds though big are not so fleet
And they can't catch purple crowned lorikeet.
Green neck and back and shoulder patch green brown
And reddish face and purple patch on crown
And orange patch on neck and undersides light blue
They live in small flocks as most small lories do.
These lorikeets in many places rare
But in You Yangs park one sees them everywhere
They feed in groups and fly from tree to tree
And make much noise and prove quite hard to see.
Gregarious birds they spend their daylight hours
Taking nectar from the eucalyptus flowers
And wattlebirds kept busy all the day
From flowering gum trees chasing them away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Come Away
(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
song performed by by April Wine
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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There once was a man from Quebec
Who's chickens had no need to peck;
A lady named Betty
Hand fed them spaghetti
As they lay on their backs on the deck.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Friends of the Forest (Memories of Clayoquot)
A small band of protesters
gathered in the forest.
Together their voices growing,
rising on the wind.
A Chorus.
'Stop cutting the tree's'
they cry.
'Stop raping the land.
Our Mother Earth gives us life,
touch her with a gentle hand.'
No Help
from government officials.
'Just pass the tax.' they say.
And the workers in the forest
don't want to find another pay.
So the Friends of the Forest
take a stand to show us how
the power of our words and actions
can start a change
here and now.
The future's in our human hand.
Reuse the trees.
Replant the land.
Show the world a better way
as the forest's guardian.
We are God's
each of us
in a small way,
creators of a future world
with each choice we make today.
poem by Angela Michel
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Stubborn-Hearted
Stubborn-Hearted!
Listen to me when i call;
For my words are thge words of peace,
And like your forgotten land of joy.
Stubborn, born, no stub, tub, sub, but, torn, tons, not, on, son;
And like the ways of your life in the land of your muse!
But try to learn and be better off;
For the shadows of the trees are now behind you! !
Hearted, hate, art, heated, hear, hat, eat, ate, tea, head, tree, are, era;
But with the sounds of the muse of your act!
Hearted, at, had, red, tread, read, dear, deer, reed, tear, ear, heard;
But you are stubborn-hearted! !
And like themuse of your act in the land of your choice;
But life will not go on like this for you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Alternative II
Alternative, native, altar, alter, at, in, an, tin, tan, net, ten, heat, tea, eat;
Feel my love and feel the difference,
And like a colourful bird in the land of your muse.
Alternative, riven, rivet, tale, later, late, veer, veil, era, ear, are, ant, sate;
Feel my muse and feel my mind,
And like a singing bird in the land of your muse.
Alternative, tree, rate, van, vet, vain, vat, tail, tie, tear, rat, tar, naive, it;
And to satisfy the desire of your love in the land of your muse!
But i am all that you need on this side of the river.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fed Up
Fed up.
Stretched to the point,
I'm fed up.
Fed up by debts that peck,
On my back and neck.
And I can't lay down my head,
To get any rest to get.
Stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
Stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
Stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
'Would you like another loan? '
NO!
I'm stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
Stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
Stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
'Would you like another loan? '
NO!
I'm fed up.
Stretched to the point,
I'm fed up.
Fed up by debts that peck,
On my back and neck.
And I can't lay down my head,
To get any rest to get.
I'm stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
I'm stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
I'm stretched to the point that I'm fed up!
And I can't lay down my head to get any rest to get.
'Would you like another loan? '
NO!
I'm fed up.
Stretched to the point,
I'm fed up.
Fed up by debts that peck,
On my back and neck.
And I can't lay down my head,
To get any rest to get.
I'm fed up.
'Sir...
By 'fed' do you mean 'federally' fed.
Or have 'had it' with the 'feds' fed.
Either way...
We have a wonderful loan program,
To share with you.
Let us take care of those needs for you.'
NO!
I'm fed up.
Stretched to the point,
I'm fed up.
Fed up by debts that peck,
On my back and neck.
And I can't lay down my head,
To get any rest to get.
I'm fed up.
THAT fed up!
'Caution with that tone,
Please.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hanged Man
Put your arms around my neck
just like a pathetic lace of death
displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man
and here I stand
with a flame on my hand
do you understand?
If there is hope for me
she is flirting with the breeze
on a peculiar choreography
with the dead arms of some old southern tree
silently
song performed by by Moonspell from Sin/Pecado
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My Theme
Of me and of my theme think what thou wilt:
The song of gladness one straight bolt can check.
But I have never stood at Fortune's beck:
Were she and her light crew to run atilt
At my poor holding little would be spilt;
Small were the praise for singing o'er that wreck.
Who courts her dooms to strife his bended neck;
He grasps a blade, not always by the hilt.
Nathless she strikes at random, can be fell
With other than those votaries she deals
The black or brilliant from her thunder-rift.
I say but that this love of Earth reveals
A soul beside our own to quicken, quell,
Irradiate, and through ruinous floods uplift.
poem by George Meredith
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Speck Like Me
I’m often perplex that the same God who made the heavens and the earth took time to make a speck like me.
Why would the same God who put water in the lakes, oceans and seas; want to create a speck like me?
For I can’t fly
like His birds. Neither can I shine like his sun. But low and behold He is still proud of a speck like me.
Now, in this world there are those who seem to believe that they are bigger than life, but they too are only a speck like me.
Hwao
They were rebels but today,
They are rulers;
And, each medal hanging over here has its own story,
But, i am Hwao in the land of your sweet muse!
And like, adog eating the coconut fruit.
The caution,
The noble birth,
To revelling compartriots! !
But, it would sound very strange to you because,
The rebels are now ruling.
Of the sciences,
Of grieved families,
But, time and tide wait for no man!
And like human errors around us;
However, to put all hands on deck to satisfy my muse.
To look forward,
The world over;
But, far advanced with the nature of things!
However, i am only human in this land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Christmas
It's Christmas
Baby, please come home
(Yeah!)
The snow's coming down
I'm watching it fall
Watching the people around
Baby please come home
The churchbells in town
They're rining a song
What a happy sound
Baby please come home
Theyr'e singing deck the halls
But it's not like Christmas at all
I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year
Pretty lights on the tree
I'm watching 'em shine
You should be here with me
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
They're singing deck the halls
But it's not like Christmas at all
I remember when you were here
And all the fun we had last year
If there was a way
I'd hold back these tears
But it's Christmas day
Baby please come home
Ohh...
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
Ohh...
Baby please come home
Baby please come home
song performed by by U2
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Broom Tree
I am sitting under the broom tree watching you,
And you came along to the entrance of my love;
But like the book of the chronicles,
I will still record what i see from here for others to read.
Sheath, heat, hat, he, as, at, has, she, the, heal!
Sitting under the broom tree to see what you are doing;
Sheath, sat, eat, ate, hate, sea, ale, seal, tea!
I'm sitting under the broom tree watching you;
And like the book of the chronicles to respect your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Other, Too, Is You (Auch der andre, der bist du)
What once Earth to me presented
she's already asking back;
comes to take what she had granted,
grasping tender speck by speck.
Strange: the more of hurts I carried
the more beauty showed the land;
What I fought for, gains of merit,
softly falling from my hand.
And the lighter I am getting,
the more heavily I walk:
"Can't you, from your moistened setting,
spare me, Earth? I beg you, talk!"
"No, I cannot spare you, Brother,
need you for the other one;
out of you I'll feed the other:
let him also see the sun.
But relax and do not rue:
For the Other, too 'tis You!"
poem by Peter Rosegger from Mein Lied (1911), translated by Walter Aue
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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