Wash
Spun out of control.
Bobbing then pommeled, squashed then bloated.
A lone occupant within the confines of a tumble dryer
at full spin....
An impatient hand lifts the lid off
with deft, well practised fingers
hopeful that in so doing would speed up the process.
The spinning abruptly stops
resuming only when the lid is firmly shut
securely in place.
With a banging and a rattling
the tumbling ensues... digits lifting
assured the interruption overrided.
The mind opens to the fact that
there is one entry and one exit
on this front loader churning
Its machinations moistens the
dank air and frigid tiles with
a slimy condensation.
A final click breaks the dense
silence.
From inside the searing metal tub
emerges a once bright red garment
its fabric faded, worn, and frayed.
~
poem by Frederick Kesner
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My Last Words
My lifes on time,
But again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady,
But still I have to play.
Six to ones the odds,
And, we have the highest stakes.
And, once again I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal,
The oil makes it gleam.
Fill the terror chamber,
Your mind begins to scream.
Your life is like a trigger,
Never trouble till youre squeezed.
Now you crack a smile,
As you give the gun a tease.
Place the piston down,
Now give the gun a spin.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
A hateful way of vengeance,
A bit of playful sin.
Load another bullet,
Now the second round begins.
A couple grains of powder,
A couple grams of lead.
A touch against the trigger,
A touch inside the head.
Take another drink, and
Raise the last bets.
Think about my last words,
They might be what I just said.
A click comes from the hammer,
That couldnt drive a nail.
Sense the numbing cold blue,
Or the red of hades grill.
A fraction of a second,
Do you lose, or maybe still,
Pass it to the left,
And collect your mighty kill.
Add another bullet,
The third round begins.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
Please, no i.o.u.s,
No markers for death.
Does anybody play? anybody,
Somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
song performed by by Megadeth
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The Web
Two old spinsters
Sitting in the barn,
One used candlewick
The other used yarn,
One wore a bonnet
With a white lace trim,
The other bobbed her hair
With a dragonfly pin.
They spun and they spun
‘Til the bobbins were full,
They'd squeeze out the knots
Put a twist in the wool,
They spun through the day
And on through the night
And glared at each other
If it didn't look right.
While up in the beams
Of the barn overhead
Two spinsters were spinning out
A gossamer thread,
They stared on down
With their little black eyes
And they spun round the bonnet
And the red dragonfly.
The webs floated down
Were glued to each face
With the spinsters spinning
At a frantic pace.
The wheels stopped spinning
With a sudden click-clack
As the spinsters stared
At those eyes, so black.
As the next day dawned
They came to the barn,
The men and the children
Of that little old farm,
The spinsters were spun
In a giant cobweb,
As they sat, eyes staring -
They were stone cold dead!
13 October 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Each Day Still Lingers.
Each day she’s there in the cafe
Sitting in the same seat with the
Same shopping bag and the same
Coat as she drinks tea and eats a
Large blueberry muffin which she
Eats without delicacy but a great
Deal of pleasure and as you sit you
Study her taking in each aspect of
Her right down to the way her black
Shoes have worn down at the heal
And the lone gold ring on her plump
Finger and you think maybe she was
Married and he got away or died or
Ran off with some younger or slimmer
Other and as you muse she raises her
Mug of tea and like a child she seems
To look at the inside of the mug as she
Lifts it up and maybe you think her grim
Mother told her off once for doing just
That and smacked her hand but now that
Her mother has gone off and died or is
Shut up in some home for the aged she
Can sip and do as she likes without fear
Of censure or smacks on the hand and as
She lowers the mug she sees you across
The way and looks away and wipes the
Rim of the mug with her fingers as if the
Memory of her mother’s chiding still lingers.
poem by Terry Collett
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A Free Loader Gloats
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And as each experience I face,
I feel a need to earn my keep.
I feel a need to be accountable.
I feel a need to achieve,
A responsibility.
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And I sit with this free loader,
Wondering if there is a consciousness.
And not only do I learn that there is...
I witness the blisters on hands.
And enlarged knuckles on fists.
I've learned that this free loader,
No longer fights to resist...
To be who one is!
No matter who critiques,
With titles labelled to give!
A free loader gloats.
And I restrain myself from complaining.
A free loader gloats....
As if life is nothing but a buffet.
And to this free loader...
Life is what it is,
As it is when left to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Night Music
Can you hear the lone night music
Coming in so near
When I hear the lone night music
Every nightmare crumbles and they disappear
Can you hear the echoes calling
Speaking in verse
When I hear the lone night music
Everything gets stronger and I lose this curse
Help me break the chains that hold me
Keep me from the truth
I want to feel the hands that raise me
From a low down level to the highest roof
Woh oh night music
I hear it now
Night music
I want to catch the rock thats falling
Roll it back up hill
When I hear the strange night music
The whole worlds turning and Im still standing still
I feel it growing deep inside me
Still Im at a loss
When I hear the strange night music
Its a warning signal theres a bridge to cross
Good news from the next world
Tear yourself apart
X still marks the time and place
To cure your bitter heart
Fell like running water
Water of the soul
Spinning like a spinning wheel
Way beyond control
Spinning like a spinning wheel
Way beyond control
Can you hear the lone night music
Coming in so far
When I hear the lone night music
Its a lonely planet its a burning star
I want to swim the widest ocean
Diving in so deep
When I hear the lone night music
Coming in so near
When I hear the lone night music
All my nightmares crumble
And they disappear
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Spinning Destiny
SPINNING DESTINY
Spinning of Destiny
Never stops.
Unseen its designs,
Defying all rationale,
Mocking human scrutiny
And cures to avert its decrees!
Its moves unknown
But not unfelt.
Its hushed hooves
Shocking and stunning us
All unawares!
History is a museum
Of the dead,
The sepulcher
Of the sagacious and the saintly,
The virtuous and vicious,
Wherein guide
The ghostly moves
Of the curate-
Our present
In the shadows and reflections
Into the deceptive future,
Through the hoary past,
With rosy innocence!
And the innocent mortals,
In all their smartness,
Are liberally duped,
And smarted
Into the cadence of life.
Spinning never stops.
So spin, spin life in,
And spin life out,
Within and without.
O dear destiny!
poem by Raghukul Bhushan
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Out Of Control
I have done everything that you say.
I followed your rules without question.
I thought it would help me see things clearly.
But insted of helping me see,
I look around and it is like I am running,
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control.
Where should I go, what should I do.
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
I dont understand what you want from me.
I feel like I am spinning out of control
Try to focus but everything is twisted,
And all alone I thought you were be there.
To let me know, Im not alone,
But in fact that is exactly what I want.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
Or all of the things you said to me.
And I may never know,
the answer to this sadlis mystery.
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
It is still a mystery, it is still a mystery.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Cauz I dont know, if I can trust you,
Or all of the things you said to me.
And I may never know,
the answer to this sadlis mystery.
Where should I go, what should I do,
I dont understand what you want from me.
Im spinning outa control, outa control
Im spinning outa control, outa control!!
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Spellbound
Blinded by a bright beam
Shattered by the windscreen
Stunned by the whiplash
Im a victim of a bad crash
I can do nothing right
I never sleep at night
Cant even start a fight
My feet have left the ground
Spinning round and round
Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down
Beaten by a blind bend
Wrong way up a dead end
Screaming through a speed trap
As I tear into a tail back
I can do nothing right
I never sleep at night
Cant even start a fight
My feet have left the ground
Spinning round and round
Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down
Im slipping down
I got my hands in the fire
Im sliding on an oil slick
Blinded on a bad trip
Yes and nothings going to change it
I can do nothing right
Cant even sleep at night
My feet have left the ground
Im spinning round and round
Spellbound, my world keeps a tumbling down
song performed by by AC-DC
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Trapped
Today the sky is blue as far as I can see-
Except perhaps for one cloud
Dancing within the shadows of time.
Today I am locked inside of a metal box-
A metal box with one small hole
From which I can look out and see the sky-
But only the sky.
A gentle breeze blows through this hole, and
Slightly cools the fire searing inside of me-
That fire of anger that rages as would a forest bonfire,
That shall not be quenched.
Flames rise and smolder inside of my heart, for
There exists a small door inside of this box
To which I have the key to its lock-
A key that dangles from a string which hangs around my neck.
All I can see is the sky but I know inside of my thoughts
There are tall and beautiful trees outside,
Which that cool breeze rustles-
There is a trail where deer gracefully run wild,
Cardinals fly about and cicadas sing.
Then there are the enemies that follow me wherever I walk and
Stare into the pupils of my eyes and steal my thoughts away-and
When my rage scorches my heart and I threaten- they laugh and
Call me a lunatic. That key is dangling about my neck, and
My hand aches to grasp hold of it and to unlock the door to this metal cage
That confines me. I can feel the water in the creek that runs through the trail
Caressing my ankles as my spirit dances to the tune of the
Song played by the beating of the wings of the cicadas, while
My hair is blown about in the subtle wind-
Tears begin to fall as from hail in a summer storm-
I am trapped inside this empty metal cage-like box, as
I am confined inside the violent frenzy of my own fantasies-
Those fantasies that ensnare me and separate me from the world outside.
The world outside I have been told is a strikingly amazing place but inside of my mind
Demons lie to me and strangle me with the string that holds the key to reality
About my neck. I scream so loudly it blows the top off of the box, and
I find myself lying in the grass as thunder claps and the rain pours down upon me-
But I can still feel the fire burning my heart and my mind, as
I am doomed to be trapped inside this outrageous world of my thoughts-forever.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Farewell of a Virginia Slave Mother
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Gone, gone, - sold and gone
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings
Where the noisome insect stings
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through the hot and misty air;
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone
To the rice-swamp dank and lone
There no mother's eye is near them,
There no mother's ear can hear them;
Never, when the torturing lash
Seams their back with many a gash
Shall a mother's kindness bless them
Or a mother's arms caress them.
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
Oh, when weary, sad, and slow,
From the fields at night they go
Faint with toil, and racked with pain
To their cheerless homes again,
There no brother's voice shall greet them
There no father's welcome meet them.
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone
From the tree whose shadow lay
On their childhood's place of play;
From the cool spring where they drank;
Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank;
From the solemn house of prayer,
And the holy counsels there;
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
Toiling through the weary day,
And at night the spoiler's prey.
Oh, that they had earlier died,
Sleeping calmly, side by side,
Where the tyrant's power is o'er
And the fetter galls no more!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
From Virginia's hills and waters
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
By the holy love He beareth;
By the bruised reed He spareth;
Oh, may He, to whom alone
All their cruel wrongs are known,
Still their hope and refuge prove,
With a more than mother's love.
Gone, gone, - sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The Farewell
Of A Virginia Slave Mother To Her Daughters Sold Into Southern Bondage
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings
Where the noisome insect stings
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through the hot and misty air;
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone
To the rice-swamp dank and lone
There no mother's eye is near them,
There no mother's ear can hear them;
Never, when the torturing lash
Seams their back with many a gash
Shall a mother's kindness bless them
Or a mother's arms caress them.
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
Oh, when weary, sad, and slow,
From the fields at night they go
Faint with toil, and racked with pain
To their cheerless homes again,
There no brother's voice shall greet them
There no father's welcome meet them.
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone
From the tree whose shadow lay
On their childhood's place of play;
From the cool sprmg where they drank;
Rock, and hill, and rivulet bank;
From the solemn house of prayer,
And the holy counsels there;
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
Toiling through the weary day,
And at night the spoiler's prey.
Oh, that they had earlier died,
Sleeping calmly, side by side,
Where the tyrant's power is o'er
And the fetter galls no more!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
From Virginia's hills and waters
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone;
By the holy love He beareth;
By the bruised reed He spareth;
Oh, may He, to whom alone
All their cruel wrongs are known,
Still their hope and refuge prove,
With a more than mother's love.
Gone, gone, -- sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone,
From Virginia's hills and waters;
Woe is me, my stolen daughters!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The impatient hours
The impatient hours
~
The drumming of fingers
The ticking of the clock
Loudly fill the impatient hours
Wasteful in their emptiness
Surely there must be something better
But the wait continues anyway
Waiting on a promise to come good
Hoping its not like past promises
Which all became just lies
Paranoia stalks the mind
Reminding of the past disappointments
Why should this one be any different
Why wait in stale confines
When you could leave, walk away
Forget the promise in an instant
The drumming of fingers
The ticking of the clock
Grow ever louder
Counting each possible outcome
The promise bares fruit
Or becomes another lie
Still waiting on the realisation
In the impatient hours
Wasting the day into nothing
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Lone Wolf
I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
Ill take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
Youll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf
song performed by by Eels
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Unraveled
(instrumental intro)
Yes she will be beautiful
And you will be vain
When the honeymoon is over
She will suck out your brain
Give me back my life
Give me back my call
Simply set me free
Stop banging my head on the wall
Put a black hat on me
Take out a voodoo bone
And the scars across my ceiling
They paint a picture to the great unknown
Im coming unraveled
Spinning out of control
Becoming unstable
Its taking its toll
And the lamps keeps sliding
Across the kitchen floor
And theres something to remember
Is this the life of a cross-cut saw
And Im coming unraveled
Spinning out of control
Im becoming unstable
Im still paying the toll
Great expectations will have a glitch
Searching for power, may kill the bitch
Theater of pain
Love or lust in vain
Unraveled again!
Give me back my life,
Give me back my call
Simply set me free,
Stop banging my head on the wall
She will be beautiful,
And you will be vain
When the honeymoon is over,
She will suck out your brain
Im coming unraveled,
Spinning out of control
Im becoming unstable,
And I cant, I cant let go
(instrumental)
Coming unraveled,
Spinning out of control
Becoming unstable
Nobody, nobody knows
Im coming unraveled,
Spinning out of control
Becoming unstable,
I cant, I cant let go
(instrumental and vocals fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Click of fingers
Be certain to insure your treasures
Forget the rest take no half measures
Make sure you insulate your loft
And sleep on pillows extra soft
Around your castle build your fence
Fiscally it all makes sense
Time bombs tick, the race is on
Fingers click and it's all gone.
Hide your stash, invest your cash
Rats race, before your bankers crash
Longer hours, fewer flowers
Locked inside your ivory towers.
Fat cats litter your profession
Now lean and bitter with recession
You'll need your scotch and mogadon
Fingers click and it's all gone.
Children missing bedtime stories
Now listen to your faded glories.
Excuses never meant a thing
To the woman toying with your ring
Lancelot swept her from her feet
Now Guinevere smells his defeat
Promises sir, like your armour shone
Fingers click and it's all gone.
poem by Kevin East
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Their Own Circle
i like to
join them
in their circle
without
much thinking
whether i
fit
lots of
courage you say
wanting
to be in simply
for being
in and be
one of
them
they keep the
circle too small
and i am
having a hard
time looking
for the
entrance
i cannot even
see the exit
at the last look
i feel a little awkward
not to boast
or be arrogant but i just
feel
that i am too big
for all of them
and so i stayed
in my own
rectangular
wall, four corners
no roof
no other occupant
just myself
sleeping well within
my confines.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Strange Silence
It's strange how,
She opens every cupboard and drawer,
And hangs from my clothes,
She throws things loudly,
And hounds us all day,
With her boisterous charm.
And it's strange how,
He never stops talking,
We constantly hear,
About his latest invention,
His important ideas,
His grand plans and schemes,
Designed to improve the world.
But the strangest things of all,
Is the silence that ensues,
The very second I mention,
Bedtime,
Homework,
Come and clean up,
There is suddenly,
An eerie silence,
And neither of them,
Can be found,
For miles,
And miles.
poem by Aisha Sherazi
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Life Like Holding Hands
DNA digits together, like holding hands
Sealed in the swimming seed
Nothing on this earth can change,
The chain is set formulae decreed
The beaches of life welcome the lone swimmer
Harboured now in the inner realms of the womb,
The rest of the shoal drown en mass
Winning seed swam for the prize,
It's life...priceless.
DNA digits mixing together fertilising, like holding hands
God's computerised path begins in the process of being,
Nurtured by power second to God, Mother's love
Arms and legs fingers and toes grow and grow,
Unseen but that little kick is felt
Months pass on
The time is drawing near,
Mother bears the pain
A cry in the night
It' life... priceless!
It's magic
YOU ARE BORN
poem by Ken e Hall
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Spinning Top
(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
You let me go
til Im weared out
And when Im ready you say youre not
You start a flame, Im not to blame
For what I do
You heat me up, Im all aglow
I move too fast to take it slow
If you could see what you do to me
Youd feel so low
Chorus:
You keep me moving, dont let me stop
You got the whip, Im your spinning top
You keep me moving, dont let me stop
You love keeps spinning me round
You take me up to get me high
And yet you know I cant fly
If I take a chance on this romance
I know Ill fall
Chorus
You turn me round so I dont know
My left from right or where to go
You just dont care and thats not fair
Youre hurting me
Chorus (x2)
Your love keeps spinning me round
Im just your spinning top
Im just your spinning top
Your spinning top
Im just your spinning top
Oh, your spinning top
Spin me, spin me
Im your spinning top
Im just your spinning top
Spinning, spinning top.
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Wanting To Say Nothing At All
a time for silence
the mind is full
like a heap of leaves
unswept for days
by the lazy wind
a day of silence
inside the room
a door shut
curtains and windows
stare
giving little mercies
to a restless soul
inside a
sleepy body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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