Framed
The lots are a collusion of lawn tools
Rakes bark at sidewalks
Mowers ruminate, roaring in fescue
Pink flamingo statuary and black jockeys
Vie for spritz from rain birds
The straw hat ladies sit on wicker benches
In a garden of sculpted shrubbery
They sip tea from painted dragon china cups
glinting in the summer morning sun
Moving in arcs from laced limbs
The gentry and their servants
The fingers and the cup
Possessing themselves for eternity
“I’m thinking of a tuck”
“ I don’t think a tuck will do you”
“ My God your catty”
laughter erupts from calamity
from an assembly of uncommon alliance
“ I think body replacement would be more like it”
silence warps from light hearted bantering
the pulsing jets of rainbirds
the tinkling of spoons and saucers
“ Your roses are beautiful, just dreamy”
“ I could sit here forever “
poem by George Murdock
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Tuck Your Shirt In
My name is Holly
And I like
I'm so glad that you asked me out tonight
Our conversation over dinner was really nice
But don't forget you still owe me dessert
It's 12 we missed the late show
So let's head over to this joint that I know
Everytime I take someone it's always such a ride
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
We're probably gonna need to call a cab
Ten minute walk over there and back
But I think it's best we
Save our energy
Tonight I'm really on the grind
Otherwise I'd normally wait a while
Before I'd ask
Somebody to my party
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
song performed by by Holly Valance from Footprints
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World Of Light
Rainbows over the world of light
People rushing to the holy site
Sidewalks sizzle in a summer night
Of love
Not a soul in sight
In my dream tonight
It's gonna be alright
World of light
From the southern skies
To the children's eyes
Through an endless night
This world of light
Rainbows over the world of light
People rushing to the holy site
Sidewalks sizzle in a summer night
Of love
Come on baby hold me tight
Everything's gonna be alright
I can't wait for the morning light
To come
It's like the silver sand
Flowing through my hand
Running out of time
This world of mine
Rainbows over the world of light
People rushing to the holy site
Sidewalks sizzle in a summer night
Of love
Come on baby hold me tight
Everything's gonna be alright
I can't wait for the morning light
To come
Come on let it rain
Come on let it rain
Hey
Rainbows over the world of light
People rushing to the holy site
Sidewalks sizzle in a summer night
Of love
Come on baby hold me tight
Everything's gonna be alright
I can't wait for the morning light
To come
Come on let it rain
Come on let it rain
Come on let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
You know you can succeed
Let it rain
song performed by by America
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Country Heritages Forever
The rains is came to the village without notice voice is come noise
Breeze blowing through wet leafs all of natural bloomed by bade
Couldn't really judge morning noon or evening the long moment sun is hide
But the woods trees and cultivated never feared for darkness with rain come
The black clouds among start beaming on set birds are singing like luster morning
Hanging dew from leaf sparkle like mini star sun is smiling
The leeches are stretch between grass like became new power for further living
The noise of pouring water from dame increase by rain coming
The flowers moving by breeze butterfly sucking pollen among rain
Many people walking with umbrella they never defeat rain
Someone late and thinking with looking far away sky beautiful seen
Between rain misty flare colorful rainbow near of horizontal which of beautiful seen
The fortune every dwelling place comes with rain at august summer
Every people smile and make them hope developing own country heritages forever
One song and one phrase living together one nation creative with rain summer
Every foes make hopes capture strange of heritage mix with water and flowing like glacier
poem by Inguruwatta Pushpadewa
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Life's Garden
We all grow up in this Garden called Life,
There are many inner and outer strifes,
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
There are weeds and pests in this Garden called Life,
They are know as ignorance, greed, and vice.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life.
Every garden needs sunshine and rain,
In this garden you will find joy and pain.
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Plant sparsely, your harvest will be a pittance,
Plant bountifully, your harvest will be munificence,
In this silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
Did you plant deeds of joy, love and peace?
Or did you drop seeds of hatred, conflict, and gloom?
The world will know by the plants' bloom.
In the silence, in the silence,
In this beautiful Garden called Life!
poem by Anna B. Kurzweil
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Paint It
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they are painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and its heading into black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I wanna see it painted, painted black, oh
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted from the sky
Painted, painted, painted black oh baby
Painted painted, painted black
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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A Flaminingo Should be More than Pink
A flamingo should be
More than just pink
Don’t you think?
It’s a nice color
But they could come
in others-
Oh it would be sweet
not just pink
perhaps blue
Green or red
Some plaid too
Maybe
Polka dot too
would be ever so nice
so boring it is
at a gala you see
to come dressed
in the same
again and again
So I’d like to propose
To someone who knows
That a flamingo
Can change
their color at will
for a flamingo should be more than just pink
poem by Catherine Inscore
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The only picture that I see
This morning I am waiting
on the light
to start the day
and thinking about something
to say to you
by electronic mail.
I am looking in and out
and seeing things in myself
as if I exist out of my body
and outside the two dogs
are walking up and down
the lawn
as if inspecting new flowers
blooming in the early morning
and they are sniffing
at geraniums and morning glories
which are growing wild.
The two cats are stretching out
on the bark of the fallen tree
ripping their nails into it
and trying to catch
the first rays of the sun
and still my life is empty
while you are away from me
and that’s the only picture that I see.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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The Museum In Calbayog
what could be inside these
burial jars,
some souls of our dead ancestors
perhaps
restless in our ignorance
these log coffins
and jarlets and cups and howls and saucers
and dishes back to the
14th century
coins, heirlooms
our wooden saints
the altars they constructed
chalices and monstrances
how can i not know?
how can i be an alien
to my own country?
they have plates
and saucers and spoons
how could they have
eaten on bare hands?
they have their God
and religious chalices
how could they be
pagans?
hey, i am thirsty
i need more drink
about my history.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lied II
How many times does a dog bark
in the night, the same two-tone bark:
black. red. black, black, red-unseen,
never tiring or growing hoarse, the
rope tightening about his throat an-
chored in eternity. Black, red, red,
red, black, red, red, black, black, black,
complaining it is cold or alone,
complaining its life's a bust.
How many times does a cab stop
in the light rain of a night
short, before a diaphanous screen door
to which a thick moth clings-
a little tire-shriek capping a faint
complaint of rubber against its condition
over a crunch of gravel, of course, and a slam,
waking the body sleeping within, who
sits up with a start and remembering nakedness
intones, 'Lovely moment, at last you have come? '
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Common Scents!
When I was young, my garden grew
Its rambling roses there,
Thank God, because the whole year through
Sweet perfume I could share...
From dainty petals stored in jars
Came my first fragrant friends,
Still cherished like they're superstars,
In mixtures and in blends...
In time, I learnt of other plants,
Aromas all their own,
Like precious gifts meant to enhance,
Once every secret's known...
From Nature's wondrous treasure chest,
Comes perfumes young and old,
Such that we've only to invest
Our time to find pure gold!
That's why designers roam the Earth,
Researching as they go,
To learn which plants they find have worth
Of all that Man can grow...
Experiments then pave the way
So progress is assured,
For from each scent a single spray
Can bring its own reward...
For while its presence still exists,
Consider what it does,
As buyers spray a tiny spritz
And then proceed to fuss...
With oohs and ahs and sudden smiles
And spritz, spritz, spritz again,
Each perfume goes through many trials,
For women and for men...
Is this new fragrance sweet or what,
Too spicy, or just right
And is it cool, or is it hot,
For daytime, or for night?
As cheap as chips, or way too much,
Or somewhere inbetween?
Perhaps it's truly hard to judge,
Without appearing mean!
I'm testing perfumes now and then
And savouring each one,
Technology's beyond my ken,
But I'm just having fun...
I'll spritz, spritz, spritz at breakfast time
And hold my head up high!
Then recommend what smells sublime!
Just buy! Just buy! Just buy!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Beauty at Dusk
The room is stilled
dimmed by evening light through
shuttered blinds
A perfect evening, summer spring
treees laced with early leaves
bright fields, sunlight on windowglass
an empty room
and silence
the brightness of the dusk is
blinding - more glaring than noon in dust
and the silence splinters with shrill throated birds
and distant laughter
til the laughter and the song seem silent too
part of the peace that oppresses this room
the beauty is too perfect
too real for me
poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne
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China (Ronson Vocal)
China, China, the evening's moving in
See you, soon now, the boat moves with the wind
China, China, I can see the harbour lights
Light your, fire, we'll be warm tonight
China, China, the thoughts drift from the sea
I'm dreaming, of you, wear your dress for me
China, China, the oceans on the wheel(?)
The seagulls flying lower now
China I can feel you by my side
Across the bay, across the Tyne
Can you hear me say
China, China, wear your hair down low
Lady, Lady, you're frozen to the bone
China, China, the catch was good today
The oilskins clinging to my back
And the lantern gently sways
Oh don't you cry, the kids to bed
Didn't mean the things I said
China, China, the years go rolling by
Laughter, sorrow, I will not make you cry
China, China, think before you speak
Always remember the ocean hauls as deep
And if I'm tired of feeling low
Don't let me sleep, you know
China, China, the men are on the quay
Drinking, smoking, talking quietly
The water's calmer now
All my work is done
So China, see ya.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Amid The Roses
There was laughter 'mid the Roses,
For it was their natal day;
And the children in the garden were
As light of heart as they.
There were sighs amid the Roses,
For the night was coming on;
And the children-weary now of play-
Were ready to be gone.
There are tears amid the Roses,
For the children are asleep;
And the silence of the garden makes
The lonely blossoms weep.
poem by John Bannister Tabb
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The Dance! ! ! !
THE DANCE ! ! ! ! ! 1
IF IT CAN ONLY BE EXPRESSED, FOR THIS THERE ARE NO WORDS!
BUT HOW THEY LOVED TO SKIP AND DANCE,
AS ALWAYS, IT WAS FUN TO TAKE A CHANCE!
TO SKIP AND DANCE, SO EXCITING AND DANEROUS IT IS TO TAKE THE CHANCE!
TO LET THE LADLE, TEAPOT, AND BEAUTIFUL SABLE SKIP HAND AND HAND,
ROUND AND ROUND ON THE FORBIDDEN TABLE!
BUT THE DANCE WOULD NOT BE COMPLETE, THE SPELL WOULD NOT BE COMPLETE.
IF THEY COULD NOT GET THE DRAGON TO DANCE WITH THEM.
TO DO THIS, THERE NEED BE VERY, VERY SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCE,
TO GET THE DRAGON TO DANCE,
TO ONCE AGAIN DANCE AND RAISE IT’S FIREY LANCE!
BUT THEN SUDDENLY THE “SPOONS AND FORKS”WOULD SHOUT OUT,
YOUS’ MUST STOP, YOUS’ MUSTIN’T-DANCE ALL ABOUT,
YOUS’ MUSTIN’T SHOUT AND SING ABOUT,
AGAIN AND AGAIN THE “SPOONS AND FORKS”WOULD YELL AND YELL,
IF YOURS CONTINUE IN THIS MANNOR,
YOU’LL ALL GO TO HELL, YOU’LL ALL GO YO HELL!
AND THE DANCERS YELLED BACK,
WE WILL STOP NOT, STOP NOT,
FOR WE ARE THE WICKER AND THIS IS OUR DANCE,
FOR WE WERE GIVIEN ANOTHER CHANCE!
OUR MASTER WILL ONCE AGAIN RAISE THE DRAGON AND IT’S FIREY LANCE,
ONLY HE KNOWS THE WAY OF WICKER AND THE DANCE!
HE CATERS TO DISASTER,
FOR HE IS OUR MASTER!
THE DOOR BUSTS OPEN,
AND THE DRAGON MAKES IT’S ADVANCE,
AND HE SHOUTS AND SHOUTS,
GIVE ME, GIVE ME MY LANCE,
NOW LET US BEGIN, LET US BEGIN AGAIN THE SPELL AND THE DANCE,
FOR THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
BY ANTHONY RUBINO
poem by Anthony Rubino
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A night at a garden
A river crossing in the forest gloom ground
Brings me down from a hill secluded and tall
The garden roses that once we stroll
Is empty and forgetful of you and me
And lost it seems in troubles that circle endlessly around
Here at the head of a tinkling fall
The rivulet at the chasm trying to pass its way to the sea
The rivulet struggles the mounting rocks at the fall
As I do to hear you once again whisper
In odor and in color
“Be among the roses tonight”
Come into the garden of roses love
For the frightening black bat night has flown
Come into the secret garden dove
I am here at the gate but the moon alone
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad
And the musk of the roses in the night air is blown
For the breeze down the bank bay moves
And the garden of love is as high
Being to faint in the din of a remote horse hooves
On a bed of daffodils sky
To faint in the light of the rising sun I love
To faint waiting in its light and die
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On to the lighter side of life
Time for the lighter side of life
Like standing on a garden seeing flowers bloom
In a constant rain
Looking at
Red petals of a china rose,
Seeing a yellow butterfly
So lightly floating in air, fluttering
A very light sight
You seldom see, you have been too
Contained inside
The theoretical workings of your mind,
You are touching leaves
Of a maiden’s hair, it feels so light
Some morning dews like pearls still
Attached to a white rose
You touch it with your fingers,
It feels so light, you take some deep breaths
And some sighs, you stretch your body,
Touching some dancing ladies
In full array in bloom in
Sunshine, you touch sunlight
It feels so light, so light you feel like
You are levitating to all these now
You miss these lighter things,
Your head is heavy with a lot of nonsense things,
Your neck pains, your heart pains,
Perhaps it is time to breathe,
now embrace these lighter things.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Biddy's Cheeks Ye Roses Blow
In Biddy's Cheeks ye roses blow
In Cattys nose they rise
From Biddys lips soft accents flow
And streams from Catty's Eyes
The jet that Biddy's brows display
To Catty's teeth repairs
And Biddy's Lillies bleachd to grey
Appear in Catty's hairs
Yet all ye world sweet Biddy toast
neglected Catty lyes
While she deserves ye Bumper most
who most attracts our Eyes
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens evryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
song performed by by Face To Face
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