‘Phasellus Ille’
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.
Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
Nor hath it ever since changed that concoction.
It works to represent that school of thought
Which brought the hair-cloth chair to such perfection,
Nor will the horrid threats of Bernard Shaw
Shake up the stagnant pool of its convictions;
Nay, should the deathless voice of all the world
Speak once again for its sole stimulation,
Twould not move it one jot from left to right.
Come Beauty barefoot from the Cyclades,
She'd find a model for St. Anthony
In this thing's sure decorum and behaviour.
poem by Ezra Pound
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What Has Changed
The world as I saw it as a youth
changed slowly in my mind.
It was warm and kind and friendly,
everything I wished to find.
The warmth of the sun,
never feared.
The kindness of people,
to me endeared.
The friendliness of strangers,
volunteered.
All of this my eyes did see.
The world as I saw it in mid-life
changed quicker in my mind.
It was filled with doubt and sometimes grief,
not something I expected to find.
The insecurities of life,
to me all new.
The losses that occur,
to me so blue.
The threats to harmony,
to me, to you.
All of this my eyes did see.
The world as I see it in riper years
changes not one bit in my mind.
For I've learned through living every day
there is something I can find.
The peace of understanding
that things don't change.
The spirit of humanity
that can rearrange
the acceptance of reality
which is strange.
The illusion of falseness
which tries to derange
everything good that comes your way.
And when we live through our very last day
we find that the only thing that's changed
Are we.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Anomalous
What hath a mind
If it hath not a choice
What hath a man
If he hath not a voice
What is a man
If the voice the man hath
Is that of another
On a surrogate path
Rather I say
Inimitably give
Make each moment yours
Expectations, outlive
Bring no shame upon
How you sound or appear
Speak loud, proud,
Conscious, and clear
You're not born with a voice
It forms over time
Just speak for yourself
You'll turn out sublime
poem by Brandon McConnell
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Haircut.
The Barber came to cut my hair,
I told him that it wasn't fair.
My hair had done him no harm,
Without it I would loose my charm.
The Barber he grinned a silly grin,
Said to cut my hair would be no sin.
That I should face it like a man,
But I'm a coward and away I ran.
Do you like sitting in a Barbers chair,
With him chopping away your lovely hair.
Once my head was full of curls,
Covering my face with twisty twirls.
But then the Barber came my way,
I was a child, I had no say.
Off came my curls one by one,
The Barber seemed to have great fun.
Now I'm old and very grey,
I'm nearly bald, my hairs gone away.
But when I see a Barbers chair,
I feel the loss of my curly hair.
You know I truly rue the day,
When that first Barber came my way.
poem by Bernard Shaw
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To Zama: An Elegy
You walk in beauty,
And beauty in you abounds
You're the best of both, dark and bright
Mellowed like tender light.
A concoction-a shade of flaws,
With one more ray of perfection
You're more than an illusion,
Sweeter than a dream.
So soft, so tranquil, yet eloquent
A smile so bright and eyes that glow
A mind at peace with all bellow.
And as I dip my soul in quiet thought,
I dwell in the pleasures that you have brought.
Forever these lips will tell of days in goodness spent:
Of a heart whose love was pure—
Your unforgettable scent,
Eternally haunting my soul,
A pleasure for I, to have known thee.
poem by Sthembiso jean culio Cele
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Sugaree
When they come to take you down when they bring that wagon round
When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you know my name, my darling sugaree
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
You thought you was the cool fool and never could do no wrong
Had everything sewed up tight. how come you lay awake all night long
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you know my name, my darling sugaree
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Well in spite of all you gained you still had to stand out in the pouring rain
One last voice is calling you and I guess its time you go
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you know my name, my darling sugaree
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Well shake it up now sugaree, Ill meet you at the jubilee
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you know my name, my darling sugaree
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just dont tell them that you know me
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School
. A poet!--He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand--must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Thy Art be Nature; the live current quaff,
And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
In fear that else, when Critics grave and cool
Have killed him, Scorn should write his epitaph.
How does the Meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Fake gold and papier mache cost little and look like a lot.
Alone
Sit in a chair
alone
People I thought were
friends
sit together but away from me.
Alone
I sit, wishing my
friends
would sit by me.
Alone
I get the urge to cry, for
friends
who don’t speak to strangers.
Alone
I sit, looking at the clock, seeing
friends
consider me as nothing.
Sit in a chair
alone
People I thought were
friends
sit together, but away from me.
poem by Deana Rode
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The Disciple
When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of
sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping
through the woodland that they might sing to the pool and give it
comfort.
And when they saw that the pool had changed from a cup of sweet
waters into a cup of salt tears, they loosened the green tresses of
their hair and cried to the pool and said, 'We do not wonder that
you should mourn in this manner for Narcissus, so beautiful was
he.'
'But was Narcissus beautiful?' said the pool.
'Who should know that better than you?' answered the Oreads. 'Us
did he ever pass by, but you he sought for, and would lie on your
banks and look down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he
would mirror his own beauty.'
And the pool answered, 'But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on
my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw
ever my own beauty mirrored.'
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Shake!
Performed by the time
Shake!
Hey, hey people what u come here 4?
Come on everybody, lets get out on the floor.
All the pretty girls shaking what they got
The boys swear to God that theyre all 2 hot
Everybody shake.
U got to shake something. my lord.
Shake! u got 2 shake something.
Come on pretty baby now dont be shy.
New liberated girl, ask a guy
We can go dancing baby every night
Shake! shake, shake shake! shake!
But u got 2 shake your body til the early, early light.
Everybody shake. (shake, shake, shake)
U got 2 shake something. my lord.
Shake! (shake,shake,shake)
U got 2 shake something
Sing with me now...
Lucys standing there with the false hair on
Dont shake it 2 hard or that hair will be gone (oops)
Marilyns so worried about her 2 left feet
Pretty thing keeps worrying about keeping on her feet
That dont matter yall, come on
Shake! oh lord. u got 2 shake something.
Everybody shake. (shake, shake, shake)
U got 2 shake something. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shake! come on yall. u got 2 shake something.
Shake! (shake, shake, shake)
Every-everybody.
Hey, hey, people what u come here 4? we want to shake something.
Come on everybody lets get out on the floor. gotta shake something.
U shake it 2 the north, u can shake it 2 the south. gotta shake something.
(somebody help me with this)
Shake! if u come 2 party now open up your mouth. gotta shake something.
Come on, oh yeah. yeah.
Shake! shake. u gotta shake something.
Oh dont stop. oh. shake! (shake, shake, shake)
Shake! (shake on it... for me)
Shake!
Ure hired. lets go. shake! shake!
Got to shake something
song performed by by Prince
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Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.
quote by Steven Morrissey
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Expensive Chair - Its A Beautiful Thing B-side
Your face is looking like
Someone you forgot you used to know
You were looking for rhymes and reason
They forgot the things you used to know
You came to rely on good fortune
Your mothers screaming low
With the sky in the eye
And jump through the window
Youve made your own room at the top
Well its getting thin on air
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
And when youre feeling fit to drop
And you find theres no one there
Still you look at me from your most expensive chair
You dont wanna shout about it
When theres nothing you care to know
Your friends they just laugh about it
In the places that you never go
You cannot deny your good fortune
Your friends they wont let go
See your hair is in place
And see away from the window
Repeat chorus
Youre the judge how high it hangs
When your castles made of sand
Because the people who kill the king
Are the people who move from within
You cant rely on good fortune
Your friends are crying low
Kick your feet from the chair
And let it slip from the gallow
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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I can't forgive my friends for dying I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.
quote by George Bernard Shaw
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Lilies Without, Lilies Within
Can I think the Guide of Heaven
Hath so beautifully given
Outward features, 'cause He meant
To have made less excellent
Your divine part? Or suppose
Beauty, goodness doth oppose;
Like those fools, who do despair
To find any, good and fair?
Rather there I seek a mind
Most excelling, where I find
God hath to the body lent
Most-beseeming ornament,
And I do believe it true,
That, as we the body view
Nearer to perfection grow;
So, the soul herself doth show:
Other more and more excelling
In her powers; as in her dwelling.
poem by George Wither
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Shake
(words & music by sam cooke, 1964)
Shake!
Shake!
Shake!
Listen while I talk to you
Ill tell you what were gonna do
Theres a new thing thats goin around
And Ill tell you what theyre puttin it down
Just move your body round & round
And just shake
Aw mama shake
Thats the way to do it
Shake!
Aw youre lookin good now, shake!
Shake it like a bowl of soup
Make your body loop the loop
Put your hands on your hips
Kind a let your backbone slip
Move your body like a whip
And just shake
Um thats done it
Shake!
Yeah, youre lookin good now
Shake!
Shake!
Ding-a-ling
Honey, shkin is the latest thing
And if you want to swing just loosen up your shoulders
If you want to really roll
You got to do the thing with soul
Shake the shake with all your might
And if you do it, do it right
Just make your body loose and light
And just shake!
Aw honey shake!
Oh, shake!
Aw thats the way to do it
Shake!
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Whoever eats anything at a wedding luncheon? They make the food out of papier mache. My salad had been used four or five times this week.
quote by Peter Ruric
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Paradise refused for Friend JTEarly
I dreamt I was in paradise
Where every thing was beautiful
Nothing here displeased my eyes.
I thought at first how wonderful.
But I grew bored and longed to see
something which lacked perfection
This paradise did not suit me.
I voiced my consternation
I needed contrasts to compare
The constant beauty soon grew stale.
I did not want to remain there
I was afraid that I would fail.
Lose my ability to choose
What kind of beauty I preferred
I made my mind up to refuse
The sad boredom heaven offered.
Your paradise would be my hell
Total perfection’s not for me
I must have ugliness as well
a difference that I can see.
When I awoke I was relieved
to see my world just as it is.
And not the paradise conceived
by others as a state of bliss.
13-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A shine like light
She was blazing like sun shine
The nature had made her look good and fine
I never thought of making her mine
Dreamed a lot to sit with her and dine
She was perfect model
Als! I could worship her as idol
What was something special in her?
It is to be difficult task to narrate here
She shined with her natural beauty
She looked elegant on duty
What a way of making move in calculated manner?
I was to be lost in her sooner
I tried to capture her in my imagery
She can be adored piece in scenery
I was visualizing the next move
She came like flash and drove
What was left behind a simple trail of image?
She was just a rose flower on page
She did represent beautiful young age
It is quite difficult to present and manage
I was lucky to have her glimpse
She was all the way meant to please
I did not relax but found at ease
It was coming like flash and difficult to erase
Well, she represened a sunny side of the object
No well manner man can outrightly reject
She is not selective piece or subject
But a means to realize the beauty and inject
She can be well analyzed as glory for womanhood
This can be well grasped and uderstood
It is not mere cutting a carve piece from wood
It is well manner thought to serve as food
Things may move as usual
Certain things are not seen as casual
It is part of our feeling and imagery
It can make us feel sad or merry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Matter How I Change
it amazing how no matter how much you try to change
you seem to stay the same
you can dye your hair you can change your close
you can paint you nails change your skin
you can change your eyes with simple a lens
you can make yourself look like someone thay have never seen before
you can change you voice the way you speak
you can do all this in a few days if that
yet.
your mind the way you thank
thay way your mind works
that change can take so much longer
if you beleve
all men are evil and i will never love one
no mater how much you change how you look
your mind will steel thank
all men are evil and i will never love one
this go's to show
i can change everything about me and
i can walk past you and you would never know
but see me in a store
'is this movie any good'
'yes it one of my favorites reminds me of my father'
that will strike you as odd
'have we meet before'
'i don't believe so where did u go to school'
by this point you know it me but you wont say a thing
and i will smile and this will prove it
'max...'
no matter how i change
i will also be the same
poem by Max Saysoff
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Everybody should have their own thing, and if he don't want to be a role model, that should be up to him. In the right situations, I can try to help and be a role model, but I'm still gonna speak my mind, and if that affects the role-model deal, then too bad.
quote by Toby Keith
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