The Infidel!
i am the one
who walked with the Nazarene...
who stood in silence,
listening and watching.
i distributed the food
that fed the crowds,
i helped the sick
make their way to Him...
i stood defiant as He
cleaned out the temple.
i helped move the stone
from the grave of Lazarus...
i shuddered among the lepers,
put down my stone
as He let the whore go...
bailed water in the boat
till He calmed the seas...
i heard His last prayer
at Gethsemene...
saw and felt the tears of blood...
more than anything i wanted Him
to be more, to do more,
maybe i just wanted to be Him!
i am Judas, the infidel...
i am you, you are me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Still Tugs (At The Leash)
i rose from the grave,
and brushed the dirt from my eyes.
i shook the chill silence
from my bones,
and walked through the last door.
i stood on your porch
for the longest time not speaking,
watching the wind blow the curtains,
listening to the creaking of the boards.
we are no more than the last step,
no less than every mile.
your reports of my death
fall on deaf ears...
i can still taste the sweat of god,
can still feel the murmur and the quake.
and when i lie down,
i dont want to be alone!
you can fill the empty grave
with memories and cold tears,
this dog still tugs at the leash!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Today... 'Jesus Christ the Nazarene
The greatest Man to walk this scene
is Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
Son of God and Son of Man
there before the world began.
The kindest Man that's ever been
is Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
He walked on water healed the lame
climbed the hill to bear our shame.
The purest Man Who was so clean
is Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
He lived a life of righteousness
sought only to heal and to bless.
The most worthy Man ever seen
is Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
Exalted in the heavens now
every knee to Him shall bow.
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For Any Time...
for any time...
i should have stood up,
and didnt,
for any truth
i should have spoken,
but kept silent.
for anyone
i could have helped,
but turned the other way.
for any injustice
i should have fought,
but did nothing...
i ask forgiveness.
for any time...
i've stood up
and fought,
extended a hand,
given more than i could,
stood against the crowd...
i feel no remorse.
i am a man...
you are either
a man, or a woman...
in the end,
that is what we are called to be!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Lucky Ball & Chain
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my pride
But i was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now
Confidentially --
She never called me baby-doll
Confidentially --
I never had much pride
But now i rock a bar stool
And i drink for two
Just pondering this time bomb in my mind
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She walked away from a happy man
I thought i was so cool
I just stood there whistling
"there goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"there goes the bride" as she walked out the door
I could shake my tiny fist
And swear i wasn't wrong
But what's the sense in arguing
When you're all alone?
Sure as you can't steer a train
You can't change your fate
And when she told me of that day
I knew i'd lost my home
Confidentially --
I never told you of her charms
Confidentially --
We never had a home
But this railroad apartment
Was the perfect place
When she'd sit and hold me in her arms
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She walked away from a happy man
I thought i was so cool
I just stood there whistling
"there goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"there goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"there goes the bride" as she walked out the door
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Lucky Ball Chain
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now shes four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now
Confidentially --
She never called me baby-doll
Confidentially --
I never had much pride
But now I rock a bar stool
And I drink for two
Just pondering this time bomb in my mind
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now shes four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
There goes the bride as she walked out the door
There goes the bride as she walked out the door
I could shake my tiny fist
And swear I wasnt wrong
But whats the sense in arguing
When youre all alone?
Sure as you cant steer a train
You cant change your fate
And when she told me of that day
I knew Id lost my home
Confidentially --
I never told you of her charms
Confidentially --
We never had a home
But this railroad apartment
Was the perfect place
When shed sit and hold me in her arms
I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now shes four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on
She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
There goes the bride as she walked out the door
There goes the bride as she walked out the door
There goes the bride as she walked out the door
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Over The Falls
They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry,
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelors degree.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
song performed by by Primus
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He's a lone wolf afterall
Silvered fur
Not giving a pur
Known to many
But doesn't needs nannies
Packless
Fearless
Weaponless
Alone he stood
Not in the dark
Not out the cold
But out in society
Dramas they just keep coming
And there he stood
Watching alone
Hedgehogs In The Garden
I went outside to retrieve the washing one night;
It was dark, apart from a glimmer of moonlight.
Suddenly, I was aware of a very strange sound.
Feeling rather worried, I began to look around.
To my surprise, I saw two hedgehogs there;
Busy searching for their food, without a care.
Gone were my former feelings of anxiety and fright;
They were swiftly replaced with joy and sheer delight.
I stood and watched the two hedgehogs in total awe,
As I’d never been that close to a live hedgehog before.
I had absolutely no idea that these creatures roamed,
Unseen by me, each night, so very close to our home.
Of my presence, I’m not sure that they were aware,
But my close proximity, they seemed happy to bear.
To us, they were extremely welcome guests,
As, hedgehogs are known to eat garden pests.
I stood in the garden, dressed in my cosy PJs,
Watching them both there, snuffling away.
I stood there watching for quite a while;
On my excited face, I wore a joyous smile.
From them, I struggled to tear my excited eyes away,
And I really hoped that they would return the next day.
They visited us for a few weeks, then disappeared,
But, the memory of their visits, to me, is still dear.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Naked Poem
i unbutton your blouse
with a naked poem...
the same poem that lit the fire
on a snowfall morning....
brought you breakfast in bed.
the same poem that held the baby,
and wiped the tears from your face...
that wrapped around you
when we buried your daddy....
that kept the lone candle
burning all that night....
that helped you pack to go,
and opened the door
to let you back in....
that stood in front of you
when the storms came...
that walked by your side
through the darkest nights....
the poem that unlocked
your heart thirty years ago....
the poem lying beside you,
listening to two hearts racing....
that plunges into you
till all else is lost!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Walks Love Again
(robert palmer)
We asked all our friends
Where would this desire lead?
Spoke to each others hearts
Willed it not to be a dream
What would it take
But two in tune imaginations?
It was too late to pretend it wasnt real
When in walked love again
Cooler than youve ever seen
In walked love again
Showing us how it should be
We were sure, this time
That we knew where one another stood
Love runs its own course
Too late to change it
If we could
Still questions came
Now we were faced with trusting danger
We caught the blame
Could we let each other go?
When in walked love again
Smiling like a lover can
In walked love again
There you are and here I am
In walked love again
My woman said: can you take it?
I said to her: we can make it, yeah
In walked love again
Cooler than youve ever seen
In walked love again
Showin us how it should be
In walked love again
Smilin like a lover can
In walked love again
There you are and here I am
In walked love again
Walkin again
In walked love again
Walkin again
In walked love again
Chasin after you and me
In walked love again
Braver than our wildest dreams
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Sick of Being Sick
I’m sick of being rejected;
I’m sick of being emotionally neglected;
I’m sick of crying so many tears;
I’m sick of running away from my fears;
I’m sick of my childhood nightmares;
I’m sick of being told to do those stupid dares;
I’m sick of not having friends;
I’m sick of all these dead ends;
I’m sick of myself for what I’ve become;
I’m sick of feeling oh so numb;
I’m sick of watching myself drown;
I’m sick of my heart falling to the ground;
I’m sick of this life;
I’m sick of this everyday strife;
I’m sick of not having a dad;
I’m sick of getting mad;
I’m sick of my childhood past;
I’m sick of being harassed;
I’m sick of the dread;
I’m sick of wanting to be dead;
I’m sick of being the one who’s always so strong;
I’m sick of being somebody that doesn’t belong! !
poem by Shelby Brockway
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Da Doo Ron Ron
I met him on a monday and my heart stood still
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Somebody told me that his name was bill
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah, my heart stood still
Yeah, his name was bill
And when he walked me home
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah, he looked so fine
Yeah, Ill make him mine
And when he walked me home
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah da doo ron ron
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
Yeah da doo ron ron
Da doo ron ron ron
Da doo ron ron
song performed by by Carpenters
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Johnny
Johnny use to be a rightous man
who would always stand proud
and when he walked, he walked tall
would do anything for you if he can
he always stood out in the crowd
smile and say, that was just me
Johnny had a beautiful wife
kids to complete the family
mom and dad said he was a #1 son
nothing seemed to bring him down
he always liked to have his fun
Johnny stood above all
Then just like a blink of an eye
with a needle in his arm
Johnny met the devil one night
and everything he had was gone
Johnny lost all of his charm
and now this is his life
he just watched pass him by
Spiritwind-2011
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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School report
You stood behind me
Watching, looking over my shoulder
I saw you writing
'Could have done better'!
I screwed up the paper
It missed the bin
My destination.... to write? ? or
There was more poetry in watching you
Unravelling the argument from your eyes
Burning still
So much passion lost in trying
So many paintings in the making
I make a sketch
Without true features
Passed blurring
Life is moving just below the windowsill
Shapes and bodies swimming
Pools of light ripple on the water
Barely visable
But not for want of trying
Crowds full of paintings
Shaken petals on a black wet pavement? I Pound a quote out!
[badly.......]
Words barely visable
Losing their way
Returning to nothing
I can see you watching
I watch you writing
'Could do better'
Barely visable
Not for the want of trying
I laugh and give myself an A for 'effort'
An A? What the hell does that mean?
In this world something has to make sense,
Survival after all must be 'worth surviving for! '
Not for the want of trying,
The want, of 'trying!
magnolia Turtle Bridge
'SCHOOL OF PROFOUND ISMS'
poem by Yvette Smith
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Willow Tree
underneth it stood a little girl
not very fond but she had a pearl
it was magical
and very fragile
underneath the willow tree
there stood a butterfly
that started to cry
it was colorful
and very sad
we dont know why just the thought of it made me mad
underneath the willow tree
there the bird stood on a branch
looks like it is about to launch
it was very sick
every where in her body was a flick
it was very frighting
then struck lighting
and that was the last day
underneath the willow tree
poem by Amber Magee
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I Owe It All To You
Last night you helped me through,
Took me to the lovers zone.
I sae there, images
Projected on a wall of stone.
I stood inside egyptian temples,
I looked into eternal gardens,
Lau on the shores of distant islands,
Linstening to the sea birds song of joy.
Oh - I owe it all to you,
You make me happy,
Oh - I owe it all to you.
Late last night, we were right
Into some exotic scene.
Everywhere, images
Appearing on a giant screen.
I stood inside a glass cathedral,
I looked into the golden canyon,
Lay by the lakes of holy water
Glistening like a diamond in the light.
Oh - I owe it all to you,
You make me happy,
Oh - I owe it all to you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I'm sick of you
Can’t you tell I’m sick of you?
If you can’t let me make it straight,
I’m sick of having this debate,
I’m sick of being the friend you come to when you’re bored,
And I’m sick of my words being ignored,
I’m sick of listening to you telling me what to do,
I’m sick of having to do chores for you,
I quit,
I’m sick of hearing you flirt with my brother,
Why don’t you go find another?
I’m sick of hearing what you and your friends are doing,
But never hearing “you’re going”,
I’m sick of not being good enough,
Sorry we don’t like the same stuff,
I sick of you caring what people think of me,
It’s me, and I don’t agree,
I am who I am like it or leave it,
So I will go, but I must admit,
I am a screw up, not the best at being a friend,
But I don’t talk crap, don’t pretend,
I don’t use, lie, or fake,
So as I said, this is me,
Like it or leave it,
I am done.
poem by Courtney Helm
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The Lonely 1
After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera's flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo's haze.
Shiny guitar hung on gold lam
song performed by by Wilco
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A Picture
I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching him, I asked myself if I
In very truth stood half as near to God.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A January Fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
My class is all here
Down to each little sneer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Those cute little creatures
Have nothing to fear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Still knowing that teacher's
not entirely all here
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Each little tear
Makes it perfectly clear
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
A day off is coming
And hopefully near
a sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
It's harder and harder
Maintaining my leer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps my behavior's
becoming quite queer
A sick day a sick day
I'll not make it all year
Perhaps in the morning
I'll call in and cheer
A SICK DAY A SICK DAY
I GOT A PAIN IN MY EAR
Alas...I can hear my principle sneer
With a resigning smirk easy to hear
NO SICK DAY NO SICK DAY
SORRY MY DEAR
NO SICK DAYS NO SICK DAYS
REMAINING THIS YEAR
poem by Robert John Meehan
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