Ashes to dust
What do you do when your darling’s
grey dark eyed wondrous cat,
lies stiff at the back door
next to the Wendy house?
If that cat follows you
out of love
when you are banned
to the flat
and makes your place its own
and loves you more
than any other.
It’s tragic when its existence
becomes one with its name
and it goes from ash to dust
and you may not even
put him in the ground.
Still life rushes past
and it’s really tragic
that every thing
only has a short stint
under the hot sun
and the blue sky
and destiny draws its final line,
for everything and everyone at a time
and the life energy
disappears to somewhere
while the sun still shines
for others that are in the same cycle.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Branded
Tragic is the self misplaced.
Tragic is a lost identity...
And no familiarity on anyone's face.
Tragic in denial
Sits the misfits feeling on trial
For lives lived reeking and stinking of bile.
Tragic for them,
Love is not recognized at all...
Nor suitable to start,
From a place within them that begins.
And this becomes tragic for those
Unlike them but comprehending,
These tragedies
May not always be self inflicted...
As they are branded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Sting
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though Ive tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Police
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Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Though Ive tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As Ive done from the start
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Its a big enough umbrella
But its always me that ends up getting wet
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if shell marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
song performed by by Police
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Visits to St Elizabeths
This is the house of Bedlam.
This is the man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a wristwatch
telling the time
of the talkative man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the honored man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the roadstead all of board
reached by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the old, brave man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
These are the years and the walls of the ward,
the winds and clouds of the sea of board
sailed by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the cranky man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
over the creaking sea of board
beyond the sailor
winding his watch
that tells the time
of the cruel man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a world of books gone flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
over the creaking sea of board
of the batty sailor
that winds his watch
that tells the time
of the busy man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a boy that pats the floor
to see if the world is there, is flat,
for the widowed Jew in the newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
waltzing the length of a weaving board
by the silent sailor
that hears his watch
that ticks the time
of the tedious man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to feel if the world is there and flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances joyfully down the ward
into the parting seas of board
past the staring sailor
that shakes his watch
that tells the time
of the poet, the man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the soldier home from the war.
These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to see if the world is round or flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances carefully down the ward,
walking the plank of a coffin board
with the crazy sailor
that shows his watch
that tells the time
of the wretched man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Loves On The Line
Tell me baby
Have we lost everything that we had before
What do you do in the day
When I walk out the door
I can see you made up your mind
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
With each passing day
I gotta watch more and more what I say to you
I can feel your eyes looking through me
As I sit at the table at dinnertime
I can feel our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
I watch our kids
Growin up, going to school
Is there anything else for us now
Are we both just fools
Wasting our precious time
At night we lay in bed
But its like youre not even there
Theres something real bad
Going wrong somewhere
Last night I heard you cry
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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As Long As You're Happy
Today i met a lonely girl
with a touch of magic
i've been waiting for someone like her
I'm so happy
She let's me know of her love
i give her all of mine
My Angel sent from above
i tell her all the time cause i'm so happy
Now what was once 2 lonely souls
tonight we sleep, arms in arms
i found someone to love and hold
i wonder if she's happy
Love is here, just in time
my dark world has begun to shine
wherever i go, i want her near
cause she's what makes me happy
How long will this love last?
still can't believe she's mine
So attractive with a past so tragic
i'll do anything for her just as long as she's happy
She seems to hold and kiss me less
i feel so cold, her lips are blessed
i hope she never strays from me
she's what keeps me happy
She wants to free, it's in her eyes
Away from me, let her decide
an eclipse is what she sees in mine
cause love has made me happy
Then came the day, i lost my heart
she's gone away, forever we part
I find myself back in the dark
where nobody can be happy
I would hold you in my arms
No other hand in my palms
i thought the love of ours would last
she wants me to be happy
Forget about me
life has been tragic
im'a wait in the rain for you
just to see you happy
I'm stuck in a world where demons grab me
They stab me
...but im'a wait in the rain for you
As long as you're happy
A Past, A Present and It Seems Dreams
Moments are so tragic;
each to pass from Now
to the indelible Used To Be so quickly;
to pass Out Of Existence.
Even Joy is moment-to-momentary
must be renewed each Now
to avoid its demise into the Used To Be.
Sad goes from my face Now
and is forever preserved and entombed
in the great Has Happened Already-
an Iron, unrelenting destiny.
There is no Un-Sad
which can undo grief
once occurred it sinks
into the
Last Moment's abyss;
it goes instantly into
the Walled-off
never to be retrieved.
How sad.
The Past
happens so soon
and is never reconvened.
Future Yet is so malleable
and promising-
tragic past is forever engraved-
in Soul-Stone.
Now is all we have
and the in-between;
like air
cannot be captured
before it is gone;
happily
or sadly.
leaving us only
with
Future Dreams
which by definition
are not yet real
but which are also
Sustaining
as we moment
through.
So our predicament:
the inaccessible Past
the Fleeting now extinct Now
and the Non-Existent Future;
so exactly where are we
in thinking about this-
well, said the Physicist
we are popping in and out of existence
therefore suffer from Physical Uncertainty
and therefore poof, even this sentence is gone
even before it reaches the period.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Tragic Kingdom
Once was a magical place
Over time it was lost
Price increased the cost
Now the fortune of the kingdom
Is locked up in its dungeon vaults
The castle floor lies in traps
With coiled wired set back
Decoyed by old cheese
Now the drawbridge has been lifted
As the millions
They drop to their knees
They pay homage to a king
Whose dreams are buried
In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes
The cold wind blows as it snows
On those who fight to get in
On heads that are small
Disillusioned as they enter
They're unaware what's
Behind castle walls
But now it's written in stone
The king has been overthrowned
By jesterly fools
And the power of the people
Shall come to believe they do rule
They pay homage to a king
Whose dreams are buried
In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes
Welcome to the tragic kingdom
Cornfields of popcorn
Have yet to spring open
Have they lost their heads
Or are they just all blind mice
We've heard all their stories
One too many times
Hypnotized by fireflies
That glow in the dark
Midgets that disquise themselves
As tiny little dwarfs
The parade that's electrical
It serves no real purpose
Just takes up a lot of juice
Just to impress us
They pay homage to a king
Whose dreams are buried
In their minds
His tears are frozen stiff
Icicles drip from his eyes
Welcome to the tragic kingdom
Cornfields of popcorn
Have yet to spring open
song performed by by No Doubt from Tragic Kingdom
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Bring Back The Magic
Bring back the magic
By: jimmy buffett, will jennings
1988
Inspired by a noel rockmore painting entitled ride of the beachcombers. I bought the painting and sat with it for a morning in new orleans and let it and the town talk to me.
Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep livin straight from the heart
Though you know that youre gonna to hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep livin straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Beachcombers ride
Oh children lost in the tide
Times never at their command
Waves melt all castles of sand
Melt all castles of sand
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Red sky at night
Oh, such a sailors delight
Red sky at dawn
Oh-oh-oh, gypsy songs comin on
Gypsy songs comin on, songs comin on
Chorus:
Nothing can tear you apart
If you keep livin straight from the heart
Though you know that youre gonna to hurt some
The magic will come
If you keep livin straight from the heart
You will know when to stop and to start
Once you see that no one really wins
Then the magic begins
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
Bring back the magic
Dont make life so tragic
You got to bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Teenage Love
teenage love
is a strong
vibrant love
growing in developing trust
unburdened by broken baggage
emotional scares some adults
choose to relive
in endless cycles
dance of bitter blame
for you always among
the smiles and tears
there should always be
beauty so you always
remember who you are
and always stay serene
confident and poised
focused on life giving energy
gift you inherently impart
when you enter a room
it blooms with vibrant energy
the walls shimmer possibilities
even with previous occupancy
room was grey dormant
flat without passions of feeling
before your entrance felt entry
when room breathed back into life
with joy greeting your sparkling soul
therefore never be grey downcast sad
show your smile to appreciative world
so our world need not be dour grey solemn
when God smiles the universe shines
when you smile your friends rejoice
your smile ripples across dark waters
we miss your smile
yet can see it in our minds...
mere thought of your
smile makes us smile also...
our lips obey the command
of our responding hearts...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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His heart is broken
His heart is broken,
broken like pieces of glass
which nobody
can fit together again
and he has lost his own worthiness,
the meaning behind his existence
a long time ago
and the days fly past
as if time has escaped somewhere
along the road
and nothing still has meaning
and even bright days
turn grey to him,
with a greyness
which disconcerts and makes every thing dull
and there are spider webs and a lot of dust
where he keeps his compact discs
which he doesn’t play anymore
and still loyally he prays,
tries to keep his integrity intact
but has lost trust
in a God, who sees everything and who understands
and it feels as if that God
does not exist for him
and as if he is fighting alone against destiny,
stands alone on this earth
without anybody caring
or wanting to know something about him
and the past lies just too deep,
too deep inside him
so that he cannot forget it
and never gets to a new future.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.
quote by Wendy Cope
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Justice For Prejudice?
Since your tragic death and dones.
Nothing seems,
To have changed.
The twisted bitter lies;
Just seem to carry on.
This awful thorn of disguise.
Thwarting the strong,
In the eyes.
The young they scream, they die.
I watch their parent mourn.
A thing i can't explain.
But grieve it to my grave.
I've taste the bitter truth,
The tragic slaps of rain.
I said i can't explain.
The british justice way.
They loose the slaves in chains.
But made us slaves with brain.
I have two words to say.
About the justice game.
As i would define;
The tragic charms of lies.
Justice for the rich.
Prejudice for the poor.
poem by Prince Salamaveli
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One Life
Waste not this precious life.
Live it up in this life.
Don't wish for another life.
Sometimes it's a fleeting life,
Death can cut short one's life,
Alcohol, Drugs, purse snatchers plight,
Accidents, Murders, tragic suicides.
Sickness, Cancers, Genocides.
Drop the worries, the 'have not',
'what ifs', the regrets, the lot.
What you possess, why measure?
Build, protect your treasure.
A short life, a long life,
A hard life, a good life.
Each, different, yet the same life,
We have but one life.
Medusa
Finally
I have seen the lights in your eyes
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be wholesome for me
Life is a tormented dream for me
Mesmerize me, enchant me
Mesmerize with your eyes, now
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
I found the lies in your words
And now
I am gloryfing my tragic destiny
Dreams can be hard and mean
I still wonder if you are aware of this
Dreams can be hard and mean
Life is a tormented time, now
Medusa medusa
Medusa
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, mesmerize me
Enchant me, hypnotize me
Enchant me, mesmorize me
song performed by by Xymox
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Wendy
Wendy, wendy what went wrong
Oh so wrong
We went together for so long
I never thought a guy could cry
til you made it with another guy
Oh wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad
Wendy, wendy dont lose your head
Lose your head
Wendy dont believe a word he says
I cant picture you with him
His future looks awful dim
Oh wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad
Wendy I wouldnt hurt you like that
No no no
I thought we had our love down pat
Guess I was wrong
The farthest thing from my mind
Was the day that Id wake up to find
My wendy
Wendy left me alone
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy...
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Because You Never Talk to Me...
all that is left of me will be
bones suffering takes the flesh and breaks
the nerves the sad times long
enough shall mellow these
bones into powder decently turning
later into a hundred or more
dusts then you shall
identify with me for dust
too is your final destiny
everything you are shall be dust too
you too shall mellow
now is the best time to talk
in the common ground of our final existence
but it will be too late
the strong wind by then
has blown us all away
scattered specks
lacking the specifics....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The stars wink from above at me
The stars wink from above at me
and I wonder how many stars,
I can see with my eyes
I still wonder more
to where we go at the end of life
and to where that last life energy disappears,
when it leaves a human body?
Is it measured out at another place
to be out of this universe and far past space and time
and what we can see and know and distinguish scientifically
and does it get stature again
on a new horizon outside our sphere?
Or when we descent to earth,
is it the last thing in our life story
and are the lights that I see above me
just more suns that goes to extinction,
without the hand of a Almighty being
guiding our eternal way?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ever Open Door
Sharings good, sharings fine
But no one wants to share this world of mine
Is dull, dark and grey
And no one wants to find the way
To my front door is always open to you
Hey now life, give me a break
For much more of this I cannot
Take me to a far off place
Where theres no rich or poor
And every house has got an ever open door
I want to find my direction
I want my love and affection
Yes Im needing it more and more
I want to find my own answers
Its time I knew what my plans were
Im going to find out what Im looking for
Im gonna take all my chances
Gonna make my advances
Gonna see what my life has in store
Ive got a feeling inside me
Ill put the past way behind me
Pick myself up from the floor
I want my sun in the morning
Want my friends to come calling
Ill keep a welcome outside my door
song performed by by Supertramp
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