For The Grave....
three minutes past dying...
the body still warm.
the cat and the dog sit quietly
by the grieving door.
sunlight drives shadows to corners,
as the sound of low voices.
speak up, sister!
he cannot hear!
yet the damp place in the palm,
maybe the hummingbird outside the window.
a truck hurtles down the street,
with frantic need.
dont call the preacher...
call the farmer, the carpenter,
the garbage collector,
the transient bum!
past the point of kindnesses,
shout 'ha! ', pour a drink...
give the thief an incentive,
unlock the door.
send Jesus an email,
pay the past due light bill...
if poverty's flowers be an abomination...
collect thorns and thistle for the grave!
three minutes past death...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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London Stone
WHEN you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bring your flowers and lay them down
At the place of grieving.
When you come to London Town,
(Grieving-grieving!)
Bow your head and mourn your own,
With the others grieving.
For those minutes, let it wake
(Grieving-grieving!)
All the empty-heart and ache
That is not cured by grieving.
For those minutes, tell no lie:
(Grieving-grieving!)
'Grave, this is thy victory;
And the sting of death is grieving.'
Where's our help, from earth or heaven,
(Grieving-grieving!)
To comfort us for what we've given,
And only gained the grieving.
Heaven's too far and earth too near,
(Grieving-grieving!)
But our neighbour's standing here,
Grieving as we're grieving.
What's his burden every day?
(Grieving-grieving!)
Nothing man can count or weigh,
But loss and love's own grieving.
What is the tie betwixt us two
(Grieving-grieving!)
That must last our whole lives through?
'As I suffer, so do you.'
That may ease the grieving.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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25 Minutes To Go
They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.
And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.
Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.
And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.
So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.
And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.
I got 20 more minutes to go.
Well, the Sheriff says, 'Boy, I wanna watch you die'.
19 minutes to go.
I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.
Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.
He says, 'Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go.'
Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.
Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.
Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.
And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.
Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.
'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.
I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.
But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.
And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.
I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.
Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.
Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.
I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.
And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go
I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.
And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo....
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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40 Past Midnight
Well Im waiting standing on the corner
And its coming 40 past the hour
In the midnight lonely freezing hour
With my insides churning in the gutter
And Im waiting 40 past midnight
Catching rain in the soda light
Wont you come & call me to your window
Please dont leave me waiting on the corner
We could have the best time if you lighten up your life
With my pockets holey in the inside
With my bus ride rolling in the gutter
But if you would only light your lamp ligh
Then I would be here than any other
Well Im waiting 40 past midnight
Catching cold in the pouring rain
Wont you come & take me to your door
So I can take myself home again
When Im waiting standing on the corner
And the soda light begins to flicker
And its getting 40 past the hour
And I think I wont see what I figure
Well Im waiting freezing on the inside
Staring up at your window pane
If you wont come see me this evening
I can see myself here again
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Hummingbird, I Am A..
Perch atop a windmill kick,
You jovial hummingbird.
Hummingbird dance,
Hummingbird fly.
Hummingbird prance,
Hummingbird pry.
Hummingbird swift as a gruesome lance,
Hummingbird quipped like a dirty lie.
Hummingbird, give me a chance,
Hummingbird, you are a reason to vie.
Guffaw below the Sunlight’s trick.
You dismal hummingbird.
Hummingbird advance,
Hummingbird cry
Hummingbird of chance,
Hummingbird, die.
Hummingbird agile, like a brown, lucid avalanche.
Hummingbird drips like a resilient murky tributary.
Hummingbird, spare me an incendiary prose.
Hummingbird, care to give me a limerick? A rose?
Hummingbird, I will introduce myself
I’ve arrived without a moniker
Nor a sobriquet for you to call me
Only think of me – I plead
As a hummingbird-maniac.
A hummingbird fanatic.
And I have come
To get you.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Sister Pals
vinnie and emily
sister pals
ordinary looking
yet internally fair
funny, irreverent
sister pals
i love those
dickinson gals
smart as a whip
God-natured as well
they sang together
the darkness
surrendered and fell
alive today
they sing in my soul
with Jesus and God
watching, working
they all make me whole
forgotten saints
present and past
unknown, perhaps despised
the first shall be last
on we go, onward
the past is past
their beauty will quietly last
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Past
Past is past.
It never comes.
It helps us something to learn.
Past lives may hurt us.
But It never ruins us.
Don't fight the past.
Let it go, always be simple, always be inspired.
There is no point going with the past.
There is the point going with present.
Past determines nothing.
Present determines something.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Eight minutes past the hour here in Belgium - and presumably eight minutes past the hour everywhere in the world.
quote by Murray Walker
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Hummingbird
His goal in life was to be an echo
Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll
A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her
She appears in his dreams
But in his car and in his arms
A dream can mean anything
A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her
But he never could
Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird
His goal in life was to be an echo
The type of sound that floats around and then back down
Like a feather
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans
No one could hear him
Or anything
So he slept on a mountain
In a sleeping bag underneath the stars
He would lie awake and count them
And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way
Would never let him
Die alone
Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird
Remember to remember me
Standing still in your past
Floating fast like a hummingbird
A hummingbird
A hummingbird
song performed by by Wilco
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Havent We Been Here Before
Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
Havent we been here before
Footsteps lead down to the note on the door
That says I cant stay here anymore
And havent we felt this same way
Sure in our hearts, but afraid just the same
To say I cant stay one minute more
You might think that its hopeless
Beyond our control
But thats not necessarily so
Cant you see theres a chance
For the daring young soul
Whos finally learned to say no
No, I wont be misused
Ignored or refused
And I wont just give up and let go
So tonight hold me close to you
And dont give up whats important to you
And as time rolls on
Nothing can stand in our way
And I believe if we learn from the past
Wed find keys to unlock every door
Dark would turn into light
Wed be strong
Wed be right
So tonight hold me close to you
And dont give up whats important to you
And as time rolls on
Nothing will stand in our way
And I believe if we learn from the past
Wed say havent we been here before
Oh, and I believe if we open our hearts
Wed find keys to unlock every door
Hearts could change overnight
Wed be strong...wed be right
So stay with me now
The future is ours
And well be the ones who go on
song performed by by Styx
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No
Everyone wants a part of you
no matter whom you are
and most want your money.
They plague you with emails, telephone calls
or persistently knock on your door.
The more you say no,
the more they persist anyway
until you get rude and send them on their way.
Some churches send out callers
saying they’ll show you to the light.
I just tell them I’m a Preacher, I have my own church
and that gets rid of them.
I am not lying; I am a pretend Preacher with my own church.
Then comes the charities
wanting you to give money
for this and that.
My answer is always no
and tell them to see the government
as they have more of my money
than I ever get to see.
Up comes the utilities electric and gas,
on the door or on the telephone
about changing your supplier.
They always call when you’re in the middle
of doing something important.
I tell them no,
as I’m happy with my lot.
Next comes the man
with new windows, conservatory or porch.
They do not get much joy from me.
Nor do those who are trying to sell me
the newest gadget ridden phone.
If your wits are not about you,
you could end up with a half dozen of them.
Why don’t they all go to blazes
and just leave me alone.
After a days work I just want to relax
in my home sweet home.
Not get up every five minutes
to answer the door or the telephone.
This my time and I want it peaceful and quiet.
If there are any door-to-door beggars reading this,
stay away from my door,
as I don’t want anything you have to offer.
Hawkers of any kind just stay away
and leave my sanity alone.
If you phone me, I will politely tell you where to go
and when you get there,
I hope the Devil jabs you with his trident,
then my message will come through loud and clear.
My answer is NO.
23 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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A silent murder
A silent murder
A whispering grave
Voices are spoken
But they all fade away
Left all alone
In this forsaken home
Pictures we'll bare
Lost long voices we'll share
Broken memories of the past
Where too good to last
So pack up your bags
This is your last chance
Voices we long to hear
Are crackled, unclear
And faces we miss
Are long lost in the mist
New people we will meet
Eyes don't leave our feet
For memories from our past
Were built strong, to forever last
Frame your past
Shatter your future
Lose yourself in the moment
Lose yourself in the past
Twisted lives, will forever last
Frame your past
Jump inside
Hate the moment
So feed me more lies
poem by Shannon daffsdffjk
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I Dont Wanna Cry No More
Hey, brother
I miss you so
You knocked on heavens door
And we wont see you anymore
It must be crazy
What we re living for
cause gods stopped keeping you
On the ladder of your life
I call your name with tears in my eyes
I dont wanna cry no more
Past give me hapiness and pain
Life is fleeting like o flower
From a distance, affer sorrow
I pray the lord to keep your soul
I dont wanna cry no more
Were still missing you
Lifes like walking
On a high wire
You slipped away
Ive seen you dying in vein
High as mountains seem
All the problems that I have
But when I hear your voice
Far away out of the dark
You just go on and on in the back of my mind
I dont wanna cry no more
Past give me hapiness and pain
Life is fleeting like o flower
From a distance, affer sorrow
I pray the lord to keep your soul
I dont wanna cry no more
Were still missing you
Skin and bone wont touch the sky
I hope youll find passage out of the dark
To the other side of the sea
And I know that Ill see you again
I dont wanna cry no more
Past give me hapiness and pain
Life is fleeting like o flower
From a distance, affer sorrow
I pray the lord to keep your soul
I dont wanna cry no more
Were still missing you
song performed by by Helloween
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Wail Of Poverty
i hear the wail of poverty,
feel the constant pressure
in my chest...
staring with eyes,
hardened and hungry,
looking for a break.
working past the point
of numbness,
sleepless under the weight...
i hear the cries of small children,
with every step i take.
i smell the anger,
and it smells like me,
the cold sweat of desperation.
the bullet phone,
or papers served,
one step from the edge.
i taste the tears
that men dont cry,
and the cold silence
of the women.
the car that wont crank,
the lights shut off,
the eviction notice on the door.
i hear the prayers of poverty,
prayed to a god that doesnt hear.
see the faces, and know the names,
and recognize the footsteps at the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Door to the Past
The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.
Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.
My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.
The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.
Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.
The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Past, Present, Future
i lived in the past for so long
that the present was always unknown.
now i always look ahead at all the possibilities
and there is so much, that i now see.
a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
and my thoughts being poured through a funnel.
the past is the past, and that's where it will stay
and in the present, we have to find a better way.
for the present will soon be our past
and if we don't do something, it will not last.
we must always look to the future
for it is only twenty four hours away
then it will be our past
and we have so much to do and say.
when i look at life, i truely have to laugh
today is our future and tomorrow it'll be our past.
now that i have you confused as to what i am
trying to say.
i guess i will try' to put it a better way'.
we all tend to procrastinate
always leaving it for tomorrow.
but! what if you don't see tomorrow.
and today you did'nt accomplish that task
how will you be remembered
if the present you left for last.
when we leave this material world
and our souls soar up in the sky
we will still have our memories
and that we can rely.
for when we get up there(if we do)
your soul will have carried all that you did
in this life
and the memories of friends, family
husband, or wife.
now when you look down on all that you had did
and asking yourself the question.
did i use my time, the way it was
meant to be?
or did i procrastinate, that others now speak of me?
we all have to work in order to survive.
but we must stop on occasion to smell the flowers.
and to enjoy all that we was given
otherwise how can you call this living.
(my thoughts: the words and stories were given to me.
so that i could write them down, for al the world to see.)
this is my philosophy.
poem by Louis Rams
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Things To Come
Washin my brains in the public fountain
Buildin my brains in the shadow of the mountain of glass and steel
Wrap me in your arms again
Ill make you warm again
We can touch the storm again
Tonight tonight tonight
Dont let it break you
Dont let it take you apart
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be your change of heart
Shatter the glass and all the walls between us
Strip your body naked flying dangerous
My love is waiting at the edge of the world
Here we go through the doors again
Here we go round the world
Dont let it scare you
Dont be afraid to start
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be the fire in your heart
Go straight up -- past all numbers -- all numbers
Past god, past mars, past light where there are no numbers
Wrap yourself in a cloak of fire and drive on through
Bathe in the waters of isis hathor
And the light it will amaze you
Just let it take you
Just let it take you away
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be the light of day
Dont let it shake you
Dont let it take you apart
Ill be your lifeline
Ill be your change of heart
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Essence Of Silence
Pranab k c
12/08/2011
Doors closed
windows pane stiff with silence
sound of near past in the whole background
roaring the wilds they became two the different genders
and a shadow of soft dear palm slowly catering
the dish of urgency of coming back again
no footsteps, no movement of rattling wind even
no probability of assuming the ecstatic appearance
embodiment of any longing or embarrassing embrace
of lamentable constipation of those sensuous past-moments
no the grave with dirty rust of dust and condemnable clarity
but a passion simply old with punctuating accentuation
of love, more than love or no-love paradox
tuned with superb and intensified expression
confined in the cage of acceptance and rejection
door closed but opens an opening
wide with no-door ever been build anywhere
where you me they're playing altogether
naked with no-flesh, illuminating strictly the light-particles
beyond the hazards of birth rebirth and death.
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Beyond The End
Beyond the end
By: jimmy buffett, marshall chapman, will jennings
1985
We are a long way from anything, I told him. up ahead turn left and
Were fifteen or twenty minutes from cancun. turn right and youve
Got a batch of sixty miles of nothing. so who are we seeing,
Where is he and how do we get in touch.
- travis mcgee from the lonely silver rain
Mayan moon was burnin
We saw visions
Of the past returnin
On the shore
The band was playin
We all heard
What the moon was sayin
The world keeps closin in
It has before
It will again
A voice beyond the wind
Says we must go
Beyond the end
So follow
Beyond the end
A sea of friends are singin
Vaya con dios [go with god]
Mis amigos [my friends]
We take their hopes and feelins
To some new world
Well be revealin
Old worlds keep closin in
They have before
They will again
Voices call
Beyond the wind
Say we must go
Beyond the end
And follow
Beyond the end
(guitar break)
Old worlds keep closin in
They have before
They will again
Voices call
Beyond the wind
Say we must go
Beyond the end
Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin in (keep closin in)
They have before (they have before)
They will again
Voices call (voices call)
Beyond the wind
Say we must go (say we must go)
Beyond the end (beyond the end)
And follow
Beyond the end
Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin in (keep closin in)
They have before
They will again (oh they will again)
Voices call (voices call)
Beyond the wind (beyond the wind)
Say we must go (say-eeee...)
Beyond the end
Old worlds (old worlds) keep closin in (keep closin in) (=roy orbison)
They have before (they have before)
They will again (they will again)
Voices call (voices call)
Beyond the wind (beyond the wind)
Say we must go (say we must go)
Beyond the end (beyond the end...)
Old worlds keep closin in (keep closin in)
They have before (they have before)
They will again (they will again)
Voices call (voices call)
Beyond the wind (beyond the wind)
Say we must go (say we must go)
Beyond the end ...
- notes:
Featuring josh leo on lead guitar and jonathan edwards and roy orbison who
Take us beyond the end
The ocean almanac singers are: timothy b. schmit, harry stinson, larry lee,
Sam clayton, wendy waldman, pam tillis, val & birdie.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Livin' In The Past
Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, be forgiving, we'll keep living in the past.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, be forgiving, let's go living in the past
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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