An Ex-Princess Among Real Men (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Fleur Adcock)
She is constantly in the press flash light,
but tries to find
a kind of inner peace, some real meaning,
and hide behind
dark glasses, magazines, dark windows;
but in her mind
is turmoil, as she is being ignored;
with all her life she is very bored.
Her husband is daily playing the rich prince,
do not have time
to spend with her, is busy with horses
and is begrime,
he visits his married mistress daily,
he acts sublime
with affairs of business or state
and he forces her for attention to wait.
Of all her prince's inconsistencies
she is aware,
as a kind of exile, beyond a mask,
she still does dare
to choose her lovers, from real solid men
with utter care,
among tank commanders, paratroopers
and businessmen; avoiding snoopers.
When she finds a man of confidence
she gets astride,
loosen her fair hair and gets very wild,
shyness aside
she sucks at tongue, member, bite earlobe,
open up wide
to extreme intimacy with flaming eyes
that is bluer than cobalt skies
and if you think that I am only writing
of one woman,
then you have got it extremely wrong;
as long as man
does disregard, does exile his princess,
then if she can
someone else will entice her in joy,
even if it does her whole life destroy.
[Reference: 'The Ex-queen among the Astronomers' by Fleur Adcock.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Peace
Artist - somebody didn't hear me
(What'd he say?)
Artist - formerly known as Prince
You gotta get your peace on
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what we're here for
And not to war
When the war upon people of color thru needles
Designed to disease instead of relieve
When it ceases
I'll be a man of peace
(Say what)
When this mask of vendetta
Like tears on the face of Coretta
Roll down and go away
I'll be happier
(Happier)
I'll be a man of peace
Everybody say!
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what we're here for
(That's what we're here for)
And not to war
When the time that we spend
Watching TV depends on
Whether or not it destroy or transcend
Then I won't need
(I won't, I won't)
Won't need a warranty
When the power of the hour is not yours but is ours
And the faces we see reflect all that we be indeed
There'll be a jubilee
Everybody say
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what we're here for
(That's what we're here for)
And not to war
Bass
(Talkin' about freedom)
The rewards that we share will be based on what's fair
And not the curliness or the thick of our hair
Real competition, if you dare!
Music is our middle name
And we don't wanna play your game
So when the mergers you make are with us
And you take a fair slice of the cake
That we bake then you break
That would be real cool
But y'all wanna act like fools!
(What's up with that?)
Can't we all just get along?
And have peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what we're here for
And not to war
Peace
Peace
Peace, whoa oh
Peace
That's what we're here for
And not to war
In case some of y'all didn't hear it right
I didn't call him, his name wasn't the artist
Artist, Artist
Artist - every syllable must be heard
Artist - formerly known as Prince
You got to get your peace in
Y'all tryin' to start something up in here
song performed by by Prince
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Princess And The Black Horse(Final Fight-I)
And they decided to start the fight at midnight,
as the wand would work then with brilliant spark.
To unriddle the mystery of dark reign of magician,
they had to kindle the light, to annihilate power dark.
Evening called night, and night sat with blackness,
and darkest became the kingdom of prince's father.
The princess, promised to call him, prince of light,
as dark denotes, night, blackness, evil power, rather.
The King opened a box of story, which told princess,
theirs was the kingdom of Light, full of peace, gay.
It was said, the sun never sets in his happy kingdom.
But, a magician came to that king's court one day.
He played trick of black magic, and covered the sun,
blocking the rays of the sun, he set his own reign.
By his power of witchery, he made the king a lion,
turning queen, to lioness, the prince a horse in chain.
Insidious was he, sold the prince in a witch-fair.
Sordid was his mind, without hesitation he became king.
In the unknown realm the prince as a dark horse,
was bought from the fair, and in king's stable did bring.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Goose girl
Princess Rosalinda
Of great Oceania
In Romania
Betrothed to prince of Jamaica
On a perilous journey
To meet hers fiancée
Living at them farthest horizon
Takes a maid servant as companion
And a lock of dark raven hair
Of dear Queen mother o’ fair
Evidence for hers identity
Half way through ‘tis journey
The maid betrayed hers kindest heart
Took hers place with great deceit
Princess Rosalinda as the maid
Whose hath been deprived
Thence met hers waiting prince
Ungrateful wench of pretence
Hath received love’s first kiss
Whilst through arrow amiss
Gentle princess as goose girl
Tended the geese in the courtyard
Until one fine day whispered the wind
In the prince’s ear,
“Alas! Come hither, ”
“Prince o’ be latter”
“Fair maiden of raven hair”
‘Tis thou true one yonder
While other ‘tis imposter
Out runs hers prince of bravest
To embrace his maiden fairest,
Disgusting wench of mutter
Vermin of smutted tatter
Silent with no human utter
Lies Crushed in the murky gutter! ! !
poem by Aminath Neena
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In Simplest Terms This I Can Say
i have enough glasses of
darkness
i am drunk
of its fears
i am fed-up of its promises
of comfort
and pleasure
i dare myself
to move to the other fence
this day
this broad, bold, contours
of daylights
glare, dare,
i open my eyes to the light
i am hurt
i close my eyes to a surrender
to a temporary
blindness of red skies
and then
i think of you
the princess of the sun
i am the prince of darkness
and i am betraying
everyone that loves me there.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Journey To The Kingdom Of Dark Prince(Sun Princess-VI)
The Princess awe-stuck asked the Dark-prince at once
'But how could you reach our kingdom as my horse? '
'In Wizi-quizy -witchy fair, your court sorceress,
bought me though, I couldn't tell her as days were worse!
Told the Prince and pleaded princess to touch him then,
with her magic wand, to turn him to, the large-winged bird.
Princess, felt very ashamed, how could she ride on his back?
The Prince laughed, and said -'Princess, I'm your guard.
But I need you to dispel the dark-spell of evil wizard.
My parents are captivated in his prison, under his spell.
We have to get before night falls, with all black-art.
Touch, touch me with your magic stick without any fail.'
Reluctantly, Princess did so, and rode on the mythical bird.
They whispered all the way and the prince told how did he,
fall in love with the princess since he saw her in her realm!
Then the princess said, 'O, O my prince! 'ashamed was she!
As they were going near Dark-realm, the light of the sun was
Fading out, fading out and fading out, the vista thus changed.
The woods, rivers, seas and hills lost their color natural...
Only black, and black and black, also darkness there reigned.
The prince in form of bird, could not keep his wings opened.
Rewinding wings meant, going down, down, to earth's surface.
Princess, told to land him soon, in any place which may be safe.
They darted down near a den, occupied by a primordial lioness.
She rushed roaring but the princess then sprinkled the love ray
calling her-'Dear, lioness, we are the guest of Dark-realm,
come and greet him with honor, and show us king's palace's way.'
The lioness said with tearful eyes, 'My husband is no more king
of kingdom, the Black Magician has made us animal'she did say.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Princess And The Black Horse-VIII(Fight Between The Good And Evil)
In the den then what happened, four
of them came close, and all spoke low.
The Prince told them, how to use the
power the princess had, and she did show.
The queen, also had a Conch which could,
tell, the distance of a foe, whereabouts
of him, in river, seas, and in oceans he be,
it could clearly would say, beyond all doubts.
There was darkness everywhere, though the sun
wasn't under veil, the light was barred there,
to play the art of black art, to spread it among,
the commoners' mind for long, layer after layer.
The queen took the conch near her ear and asked,
'O, my Conch, tell me dear, my enemies of enemy how far? '
A twinkling sound rang in the Conch, and came out,
a voice saying, ' He is now in his castle, not go for war.'
Hesitatingly, the Prince then, told' But, in dark realm
will your wand play magic, now O, O princess, tell us soon.'
'Yes, yes, O prince, if I stir it three times at once,
it will work, and will dispel, the darkness now as a boon!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Too Long In Exile
Too long in exile
Too long not singing my song
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
Too long in exile
Too long in exile
Baby those people just aint, just aint your friends
Too long in exile my friend
You can never go home again
Well that isolated feeling
Drives you so close up against the wall
Till you feel like you cant go on
Youve been in the same place for too long
Too long in exile
Baby you can never go back home
Too long in exile
Anyway you want
Oh that isolated feeling
Drives you up against, up against the wall
cos youve been on the mainland baby
Been on the mainland, cominon strong
Too long in exile
Too long people keep hanging on
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
And the wheeling and the dealing
All takes up too much time
Check your better self baby
Youd better satisfy, satisfy your mind
Too long in exile
Too long youve been grinding at the mill
Too long in exile
Man, Ive really just had my fill
Too long in exile
You can never go back home again
Too long in exile
Youre about to drive me just insane
Too long in exile, been too long in exile
Just like james joyce, baby
Too long in exile
Just like samuel beckett baby
Too long in exile
Just like oscar wilde
Too long in exile
Just like george best, baby
Too long in exile
Just like alex higgins, baby
Too long in exile
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Queen Of Compromise
It's no ordinary mind
That can read between the lines
And can say which way the fates are fating
When you're skating on thin ice
Crocodiles in paradise
Just below your feet they lie in waiting
You don't have to take my side
But these arms are open wide
There is something in your eyes still glowing
It's your husband, it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
It happens all the time
I read your mind
Where dreams take second place
I'll invade your space
Your secrets will be mine
What's your sign?
There are way too many flies
On the queen of compromise
'Cos she'll never know the acts she's selling
She could try me out for size
'Cos there's something on the rise
And it might just help reduce the swelling
We won't need to publicise
I don't think that would be wise
So this something we must hide
So it can keep on growing
It's your husband, it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
It happens all the time
I read your mind
Where dreams take second place
I'll invade your space
Your secrets will be mine
What's your sign?
It's so good to be alive
I can count from one to five
But I can't control the way things are going
It's your husband it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Fairytail life
Im sitting here
Living my life
Thinking about
What it could be
A fantasy
And full of dreams
Something that I can see
Only on the tv screen
If only live was a fairy tail
Id be a princess
And ill have my prince
Although right now
I have him in mind
If only
Life was a fairy tail
I would have
A pretty dress
That all the girls
Would have green eyes for
It would be worn
To the ball
But if only
Life was a fairy tail
The prince shall see me
Tonight and will ask me to dance
Then at midnight I will have to runaway
And the chase begins
As I hide my true identity
To save our love
In this so called fairy tail
If I was Cinderella
I would lose my glass slipper
In the presents of him
For him to find me again
And love me
If only I was a fairy tail
my prince
would find me again
while all the other girls
are tryin to steal him from me
the true Cinderella
And our love would be saved (forever)
I would get married to the prince
So we could live
Happily…ever….after…..
But that is…..
The fairy tail…..
Of…my…life…
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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Sad State Of Affairs
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you start to loose your friends
No one there to show they care
You even miss them driving you round the bend
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your ego is your compadre
He whispers in your ear 'you’re right and fair
You don’t need them, pay attention to what I say'
It’s a sad state of affairs
To know your smarter then those around you
What’s the point me going to your lair?
You speak nonsense but to you it sounds true
It’s a sad state of affairs
To have nothing going on in your life
Inside you’re dying to get up off the chair
But lack of motivation is your new strife
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you can’t even pay your bills
But to be honest do you even care?
Give me alcohol, shrooms and more pills
It’s a sad state of affairs
To not remember the years growing up
Except the fights between your family and your frère
Makes you think 'I could jump into that slowing truck'
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your writing is what you confide in
Teenage angst mixed with an adults raging stare
On this mountain of life I see people climbing
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you realise you’re the one slipping and sliding
poem by Kaspa Richards
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The Beds of Fleur-de-Lys
HIGH-LYING, sea-blown stretches of green turf,
Wind-bitten close, salt-colored by the sea,
Low curve on curve spread far to the cool sky,
And, curving over them as long they lie,
Beds of wild fleur-de-lys.
Wide-flowing, self-sown, stealing near and far,
Breaking the green like islands in the sea;
Great stretches at your feet, and spots that bend
Dwindling over the horizon’s end,—
Wild beds of fleur-de-lys.
The light keen wind streams on across the lifts,
Their wind of western springtime by the sea;
The close turf smiles unmoved, but over her
Is the far-flying rustle and sweet stir
In beds of fleur-de-lys.
And here and there across the smooth, low grass
Tall maidens wander, thinking of the sea;
And bend, and bend, with light robes blown aside,
For the blue lily-flowers that bloom so wide,—
The beds of fleur-de-lys.
poem by Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman
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My mistress’ eyes (in answer to William Shakespeare)
My mistress’ eyes has a bluer hue to them
than the colour of the cobalt sky,
not coral nor tomato can compare
to the soft care that I find on her lips
and the touch of her fingertips
is more gentle than any breeze
and the colour of her hair is rarer, more unique
than that of grass, or that which metal wires can hold
and her breasts and nipples
has a greater purity, enticement to them
than any snow or the darling buds of May
and the beauty that she holds, is more fragrant
than the flowers that even roses do display
when our true need for each other unfolds.
[Reference: Sonnet “My mistress’ eyes” by William Shakespeare]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Snow-White (Part 5)
During this time, with unknown motions of sweet innocence, Snow White
Was walking in the wood to feel the Zephyr's scent and to see the pure light.
The prince was walking on his horseback at dawn lacing through its highs.
Being sad, he wanted to hunt, when the girl's face enlightened his eyes.
''Will he cross the boundary and move over to my side? '' She suddenly thought.
He came to her saying, ''I'm another victim of your beauty, I like you a lot.'
''I'm drowning in my own willingness to give up my strengths for your kiss, ''
''Queen of beauty, to get an approval to kiss you is my overwhelming bliss.'
He started to dismount his horse, because their eyes had magically met.
He kissed her saying, ' I could although avoid your eyes, but I would regret.'
''For this love that thrills my heart, there is no use in this forest to hide,
Skies' golden blessings come for our souls, please, will you be my bride? '
The queen poisoned an apple, '' She's driven by forces beyond her control.
I want her blood and she will eat this apple to pay for me the beauty's toll.''
She disguised herself as a peasant woman to knock on the dwarf's door.
The girl bitted into it, she had the bite in her mouth, when she fell on the floor.
The dwarfs returned home and they cried seeing that she was really dead.
She did not look at all like a dead person and her cheeks' color was still red.
They made a diamante coffin to lie her inside, so that she could be seen.
They wrote the name on it using golden letters to be visible through green.
Snow White laid there in the coffin for a very long time as if she was asleep.
One of dwarfs always stayed at home to keep watching and the tears to weep.
One day, the prince came to the dwarfs' house and saw the dead Snow-White.
She was illuminated by seven candles and he wanted to hold her very tight.
He asked the dwarfs to sell him the coffin with the princess Snow-White inside,
The dwarfs took pity on him and gave him the coffin with his dead bride.
As the prince looked into her eyes, he immediately knew that he can't wait
To be together with his lost bride and he wanted to open the death's gate.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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He Wore Dark Sun glasses
The sun it was not shining and dark gray were the skies
Yet he wore dark sun glasses for to conceal his eyes
From the gaze of other people what was he trying to hide
Since to the mirror of his soul daylight he had denied.
Or maybe his eyes are sensitive to light so dark glasses at all times he must wear
Since seeing one wearing dark glasses on a cloudy morning is quite rare
In sunny weather many wear dark glasses to save their eyes from the sun's glare
On bright and warm Summer days of the sun one must beware.
This morning in the wind and rain it did seem strange to me
A young man wearing dark sun glasses out walking I did see
On such an overcast day sunglasses did seem out of place
If you cannot see a person's eyes you cannot memorize their face.
He may have eyes sensitive to light and have to wear dark glasses every day
But when I said hello to him he had nothing to say
If you cannot see a person's eyes to you that person a stranger remain
And I would not recognize his face were I to see him again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Uncle Dan Rides Again
Real men aren't afraid of affection
Real women aren't afraid of sex
Never give a crazy man a gun
just because he asks for it;
don't tell the truth if it will be used to murder someone.
If you want to be beautiful
learn to smile.
It is not enough to be right
especially if you use it against others:
then it is a wrong.
Remember your children
are smarter than you
till they become teens;
then not so much
Be nice to people
it don't cost nothing.
Growing up is about
more than just getting taller
You can have anything you want in the world
if you are willing to let others have what they want too.
Always give credit to others more than yourself
even if this is not true.
The most important phrase in the world is
'I am not sure. Let's go find out.'
You can get any woman to fall in love with you
if you really love women. If you don't like women
the woman you end up with will return the favor.
You can get a man to fall in love with you
if you are willing to like him.
Gossip is the refuge
of those who lack any skills
If you are willing to shut up just some of the time
you'll get smarter
Don't spend your life protecting
what didn't deserve protecting in the first place
It is hard to find a good woman
so get a hard woman to help you look
Women want a man who understands
what women want without having to be told.
A man wants a woman who gives him what
he wants without asking
You can't find your princess
without being a prince yourself
Don't wait until you are on your death bed
to tell people you are sorry
Don't wait until mom or dad is on their death bed
before you tell them you love them.
Act like a loving person
and soon you don't have to act no more
Beginning things is easy
ending things is the hard part.
Being happy only comes to the happy being.
Happy being is the willingness to be without demands.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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As Soon As Love Finds Me
** Ive been holdin out
Ive been hiding from the light
Sneakin down the back streets
Sneakin down the backstreets
But no longer, can hide my eyes
From the city nights**
* and soon as love finds me I will go
No I wont, say no
As soon as love finds me (when it finds me)
I will go*
Now Ive had my share
Of one night affairs
When I was a little younger
(just a little younger)
Well it wasnt love
But we really didnt care
It was close enough
(* repeat)
All my life I pretended ya know
Id go through the motions
Its never been love
Its always been wrong, its gotta be
Right on the time this time
I need, deep devotion
Its gonna be real emotion
Or I refuse to go
(**repeat)
(* repeat)
I will go
song performed by by Survivor
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Real Life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Stop me if you've heard this
It's the one about the King
Who's married to the princess
That brings good use to wear his ring
She's tired and she's lonely
Cause she's sittin there at home
He's out there with his buddies
And you know what they are doin
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Stop me if you've heard this
Yeah the one about the boy
That's wasting all his money
Buying nasty little toys
He Thinks the girlies love it
But this ain't no fairytale
They just want what's in his wallet
Don't pass go just go to jail
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
Mmm bop it's real life
Mmm bop it's just real life
You're never gonna change a thing
So just stop flappin
You're never gonna do with what you cannot see
Mmm bop
song performed by by Atomic Kitten from Right Now
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A Real Man
He thinks he looks great
When he acts like an extraordinary man
He seems like he never ever cares
Just because he has those two rough hands
He has extremely serious glance
The smile runs away of his face
He puts on his fake mask on face
To act the strong man
He thinks the real man never suffers
Never feels
never gets hurt
While his heart is filled with sorrows
He acts like he is the last super hero
For him the real gentleman never cries
While the tears are jailed inside his eyes
If those tears could ever shout out
They would beg him to let them out
O, Man don't you know that
The real man is the one who knows
the meaning of cry
Don't you know that the real man
is the one who has storms of feelings inside his heart
Because he believes the real ones always counts.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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