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Homage To Sextus Propertius - IV

DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH
LYGDAMUS

Tell me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,
Lygdamus,
And may the bought yoke of a mistress lie with
equitable weight on your shoulders;
For I am swelled up with inane pleasurabilities
and deceived by your reference
To things which you think I would like to believe.

No messenger should come wholly empty,
and a slave should fear plausibilities;
Much conversation is as good as having a home.
Out with it, tell it to me, all of it, from the beginning,
I guzzle with outstretched ears.
Thus? She wept into uncombed hair,
And you saw it.
Vast waters flowed from her eyes ?
You, you Lygdamus
Saw her stretched on her bed,
was no glimpse in a mirror;
No gawds on her snowy hands, no orfevrerie,
Sad garment draped on her slender arms.
Her escritoires lay shut by the bed-feet.
Sadness hung over the house, and the desolated female attendants
Were desolated because she had told them her dreams.

She was veiled in the midst of that place,
Damp woolly handkerchiefs were stuffed into her undryable eyes,
And a querulous noise responded to our solicitous reprobations.
For which things you will get a reward from me, Lygdamus?
To say many things is equal to having a home.
And the other woman 'has not enticed me
by her pretty manners,
'She has caught me with herbaceous poison,
she twiddles the spiked wheel of a rhombus,
'She stews puffed frogs, snake's bones, the moulted
'She stews puffed frogs, snake's bones, the moulted
feathers of screech owls,

'She binds me with ravvles of shrouds.
Black spiders spin in her bedl
'Let her lovers snore at her in the morning!
May the gout cramp up her feet!
'Does he like me to sleep here alone,
Lygdamus?
'Will he say nasty things at my funeral?'

And you expect me to believe this
after twelve months of discomfort ?

poem by Ezra Pound
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I Am Not a Man who Does Things

There are so many of you, men who do things,
everywhere in the streets, under the sky, roofs.
Only I am here purposeless, infamous.
only good for drowning in water.

But I am waiting, have been waiting for a long time
for some wholly good, wholly honest passerby to say to him:
Oh, don‘t turn and look at me,
Oh, don‘t condemn my immobility.
I grow among you, but shaded by my hands
the mystic fruit ripens in another place.
Don‘t curse me, don‘t curse me!

Friend of deep things,
companion of silence,
I play above the doing.
Sometimes with a flute of ancestral bone
I sens myself to death as a song.

Questioning, my brother looks at me,
astonished, my sister meets me,
but wrapped aroud my feet
the snake listens to me and understands me better,
the snake with its eyes open forever
to wisdom far away.

poem by Lucian Blaga from In the Great Passage (În marea trecere) (1924), translated by Roy MacGregor-Hastie
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Pretenses

this is what
they want to see of you

a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails,
broad shoulders,
determined eyes that look always forward
scented ears
the best feet and
good standing,

to please them
you give those parts to all to them
and what you will get
in return is the
applause,

everybody is happy,
except you,
it was not you,
it will never be you,
you are in truth not the one that you really are
you only comply what what they want to see
and surely they will get them
they will get
what they see

you go inside your room
slowly disassemble yourself
all those beautiful parts

a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails,
broad shoulders,
determined eyes that look always forward
scented ears
the best feet and
good standing,

you lie in your bed without looking at the mirror
it takes only the rattling of your bones
to tell you who you really are
then you close your weary eyes
and sleep

the dream will join you in these truths

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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pretenses

this is what
they want to see of you

a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails,
broad shoulders,
determined eyes that look always forward
scented ears
the best feet and
good standing,

to please them
you give those parts to all to them
and what you will get
in return is the
applause,

everybody is happy,
except you,
it was not you,
it will never be you,
you are in truth not the one that you really are
you only comply what what they want to see
and surely they will get them
they will get
what they see

you go inside your room
slowly disassemble yourself
all those beautiful parts

a handsome face, strong arms, clean fingernails,
broad shoulders,
determined eyes that look always forward
scented ears
the best feet and
good standing,

you lie in your bed without looking at the mirror
it takes only the rattling of your bones
to tell you who you really are
then you close your weary eyes
and sleep

the dream will join you in these truths

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)

At sixteen she quit high school to
make her fortune in the promised land
she got a job behind the counter in an
all night hamburhger stand
she wrote faithfully home to mama
"Now mama don't you worry none"
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
It was late one Friday he pulled in
out of the dark
He was tall and handsome;first she
took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on the hillside
Where little feet soon would run
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
BRIDGE
Oh but love is fleeting
It's sad but true
But when your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
and with a Wyomie County real state man
She ran down to Tampa
In and "El Dorado Grande"
She wrote back home, "Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, mama
Big things one day come"
Well she shot him dead
On a sunny Florida road
When they caught her all she said
Was she could't stand the way he drove
Back home lonesome Johnny
Prays for his baby's parole
He waits on the hillside
Where the Wyomie waters roll
At his feet and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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From Small Things

At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, don't you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
It's sad but it's true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldn't stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his baby's parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Snake Eye

You paint a picture
So its plain to see
Aint no hiding
No security
Ill be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, Im watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, its coming
Snake eyes, aint no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think youre safe
Im coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Aint no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye

song performed by by AC-DC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Home

Where is ones home,
As He passes through the corridor's of life
Is it the bed that He was born onto
Or the place, fate chose for him to die.
Where is home for the Sailor
Who sails the world upon a ship
Is home a port He has docked into
Or is home a well remembered crib.
Where youth was a friend and tomorrow a dream.
And sorrow and sadness was never seen.

Where is home for the woman
Who has had many different homes
Where is home for the drifter
Who loves nothing more to roam.
Where wishes are still alive and never to far
Where home is a dew drop, and sleep are the stars.
Where is home for the child
Who has lived many a childhood dream
Where is home for the prisoner
Who someday in life will be freed.

Home is many different things
Its a bedtime story or a childhood dream
A piece of a wall or a blushing wife
Or is it that hazy memory still never out of sight.
Home is not where you lay your bones
After a day of hardened work
Home is not even the place that you stay
When your feet have begun to hurt.
Home my friend it might not even be
The place where you currently do live
For home my friend is not just a word
But it is, where the heart is.....

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)

At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, dont you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
Its sad but its true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You dont wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldnt stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his babys parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Holocaust of pretty words

It’s a holocaust of pretty words and crooked smiles.
You expect me to laugh it off.
You expect me to be fine.
You expect for me to wake up and keep on living with this genocide.
“All it was…”
I want to know what it wasn’t.
I want you to pinpoint to where and when and at what part you thought this was okay.
But you won’t.
I guess some things really are better left unsaid.

Like the time I cut myself.
I never told you, but I bled all over the shower.
It stained the curtain and my hands.
I lied, red-handed:

This is a holocaust of pretty words and crooked smiles.
I can’t sleep with the weight of this mistake on my shoulders.
I can feel the poison from your last touch seep into my skin.
I can’t sleep knowing this is genocide.

poem by Cait Oiler
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Crooked Halo

Eyes to you, every hand I see. eyes to you, very heavy in my hands.
Eyes raised up to your hand, my arms diseased.
Eyes fall, eyes follow you, and Ill be,
Somethings not ready for...
My love for you. Ive been this space for you.
Our crooked halos and i, I fall to you again.
Some things i, some things Ive never been told.
Some things Ive never been told.
Your head to me, heavey as Im dropping down.
Son you raise it to me, as my feet, my feet they hit the ground.
All for you my hands are burning,
All for you my knees theyre hurting.
I push it down for, I push it down for, I push it down for,
Somethings not ready for...
My love to you. il be your, your space to you,
Your crooked halo, and I fall, and I fall to you again
Theres some things my friend, some things Ive never been told...
Some things Ive never been told.
Can you see that weve raced these lessons of our days,
Were better of here yeah, were better of dead.
These eyes follow you, my eyes follow you,
Do you remember in our days? , wont you let it go...
Can you see me my tired friend, theres something I need to tell you.
I guess I meant to give it to you a long, long road ago.
Its all for you my hands are beating,
Its all for you my mind, Ive needed you.
I fall to you again, and I fall to you again.
Theres somethings Ive never been told.
Theres somethings weve never shown.
Theres some lines Ive never told you.
Theres some times i, Ive never showed you.
Do you still need my time if I show it to you?
And do you still write it off every time I open to you?
I know its alright, I know its alright, I know its alright

song performed by by Candlebox
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Home Sweet Home

Met this girl called josephine and took her up on my machine
We had a little fun and now we got a little one
Had to get married, being chased out of town
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down
Call it home sweet home, home sweet home
Eleven floors up in a tower block
Happy just to have a home
Ive gone and changed the lock on our home
Nothing really worked out right, things got broke,
They stayed that way
None of our friends came around at night and little sam got
No place to play
Weve got to get out of here, bill she said Ive been telling
You all the while
When I came home from work that night shed jumped out the
Window with our chiled
From our home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to take a rest, just a place ot make our nest
-- we call it our home
When the insurance money came through seemed dirty didnt
Know what to do
Took the cash went down the casino, down on the wheel
On the double
And I won, oh yes I won, like I never won before
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved
Oak door
It was home sweet home, home sweet home
Just a place to lay our head think of all those things we said
About in our home sweet home.

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Love To Do Bad Behind Walls And When We Go Out We Like To Be Seen Unblemished

out there you are an angel and they always love the softness
of your feathers
the innocence of your angelic face
your coyness
you make them feel so good and holy,

then you go inside your house, close the door and the windows
you remove your pair of wings
lay them on the corner of your resting place
you unlock the secret cover that keeps your
holiness
you remove some parts here and there
and you look at the mirror and smile
how you fool everyone

you rub your body with the usual throbbings
of your truths
comes out the sap of evil that your real body secretes
foul
dirty
pungent
and all these things
you really love to eat when you are left
all alone,

the body of a wolf, the face of the demon,
the tail of a snake
the teeth of the shark
the poison of the tarantula

it is you and your liquids and sap
inside you
everything is evil

tonight you will think of other new thoughts
schemes, ways and manners of projections
for your future

you sleep and dream
accustomed to evil you have killed your conscience

tomorrow, soon,

the people will know, something deep within you
keeps whispering.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Difference

i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.

i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Men faer Snake more than Women

The men fear snake more than women
A man walking with his wife
Come across the snake on path near home
The man and his wife suddenly stopped
The man whined and the woman unfleappabled
The man whined people of that home
Is there snake soother-healer there?
Why?
Snake! My God!
Has it bitten you
No! my God
Then why?
It wants to bite meeee!
let it bite you first
And you‘ll be told
Yes or No

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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My Mind's Got A Mind Of It's Own

My mind's got a mind of its own
It takes me out a walkin' when I'd rather stay at home
Takes me out to parties when I'd rather be alone
My mind's got a mind of its own
I've been doing things I thought I'd never do
I've been getting into trouble without ever meaning to
I'd as soon settle down but I'm right back up again
I feel just like a leaf out in the wind.
(chorus)
I seem to forget half the things I start
I try to build a house and then I tear the place apart
I freeze myself on fire and then I burn myself on ice
I can't count to one without thinking twice
(chorus)
I tell myself to do the things I should
And then I get to thinkin' that them things ain't any good.
I tell myself the truth but know I'm lying like a snake
You can't walk on water at the bottom of a lake.

song performed by by Phish
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Things Are Getting Better

Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.

song performed by by Kinks
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The Babe in the Womb

This is my home;
This is my own;
I am alone;
No one’s welcome!

It is all free
For ten months’ time;
My sweet home prime,
Where I must be!

On watery bed,
I sleep for hours;
And time does pass,
And I’m not dead!

I have no shocks;
I roll about;
I do not shout;
I get no knocks!

A home, my size;
I grow, it grows;
God is my Boss;
Things are so nice.

With door just shut,
None come inside;
With God beside,
My splendid hut!

And this is where
I must stay on,
Until I’m born,
And need some air!

All is silent;
There is no light;
Things are quite bright;
I pay no rent!

God talks to me;
Calls me by name;
Reminds my aim;
To me sweetly.
I need no food;
The Lord feeds me
A meal bloody;
And things look good.

My mother calls;
I hear her not;
To sleep, I’ve got;
There are no falls!

I am all nude;
A satin-sheet,
Covers me neat,
To keep my mood!

My eyes are closed;
I cannot see
With clarity;
But I am poised;

God loves me much;
He watches me
So tenderly,
With magic touch.

I dream of days,
Of life on earth,
After my birth,
If born, in case!

I want to see
The world God made;
I wish to wade
In earthly sea!

I wish to feel
The sun’s great heat,
And place my feet
Like gliding eel.

All seems so well;
Will I be born?
Will I be torn
Apart, like hell?

I have a life
Like everyone;
I want some fun,
Despite some strife!

I hear of laws
Preventing birth,
On recent earth,
Where man is boss!

Could they kill me?
I am afraid;
I am God-made
To live freely!

Don’t make the womb,
A slaughter-house;
I bear no grouse;
Don’t build my tomb!

Have mercy, God!
I wanna live;
My love, I’ll give;
Spare me from rod.

Have pity, mum!
Don’t you love me?
I love to see
You, dad at home!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009

poem by John Celes
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Two Tears In The Wind

He asked a question
this stranger odd
with invasive eyes
that goad and prod

He smote with words
a hammer fell
with bell-like blows
a funeral knell

I felt these words
tho' not by hearing
a clacking of bones
as I hung in the wind

And a dark wind blew…

If I were to go
to a place like me
what kind of place
would that place be?

If I would awaken
in a place like me
where do you think
that place would be?

I caught a glance
of his dim reflection
a wave of anger
swept over me

Whirling about
out of my bowels
obscenities raged
in angry howls

these fatal words
wound ‘round my throat
and snake-like fear
clinched tight my heart

A rasp released
tho' not by lips
a clacking of bones
as I hung in the wind

And a cold wind blew…

A hand grasped deep
as death arrived
to gather its bounty
a time of tithes

My soul came to seed
on a lifeless stem
by a breath I'm blown
to Bethlehem

Into vastness strewn
innumerable seeds
a universe filled
all my words and deeds

That place I'll be
that place I'll go
a befitting place
foretold by me

No hope of peace,
from wailing noise
no tick, no tock
a timeless clock

Suspended I saw
though not with eyes
red dust blowing
my veins demise

And a red wind blew…

From the strangers eyes
two tears fell
one on my palm
one on my foot

On my palm…
for what I would have been
On my foot…
for where I would have gone

What a man thinks
Is what he is

What a man does
Is where he goes

poem by George Vuyakovich
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Diggin Up Bones

Verse 1:
Last night I dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
I read some old love letters right up til the break of bone
Yeah Ive been settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 2:
Then I went to the jewelery and I found our wedding rings
Ive put mine on my finger and I gave yours a flame
I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus:
Im diggin up bones,Im diggin up bones
Exhuming things that better left alone
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 3:
And I went to the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty neglige that I bought you to wear
And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus.
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus (til end).

song performed by by Randy Travis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Want To

Joe tex
I want to hold you in my arms till you say turn me loose
I want to do little things to you till you say it ain't no use
I want to wake you every morning with a good morning kiss
I want to kiss you to sleep the same way cause i, i know you like this
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like i love you
And i love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to say sweet things to you till you say i've said enough
I want to stand right by your side when the goin' gets tough
I want to mend your broken heart till you say the hurt is gone
I want tostay with you always so that you won't be alone
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like i love you
And i love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to work for you every day till you say come home and rest
I want to buy you pretty little things so you can look your best
I want to take you every where so the world can see what i got
I want to treat you with tender love till you say i've got to stop
I want to do everything for you
cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like i love you
And i love ya, love ya, love ya
I want to do everything for you
Cause that's all that a man can do
When he loves a woman like i love you
And i love ya, love ya, love ya, love ya

song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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