Even the smallest wild flower (in answer to Bonaventure Hinwood)
Even the smallest wild flower
that grows untended from the bare earth
catches Your eye, carries Your care
of sun and rain
and in the growth of it
You bless it with Your loving care.
The smallest bird that sit in a nest
somewhere in branches
and make the first twittering sounds
You know about and have got meaning for You
and God You who is everywhere and knows all things
see the urge in my heart
and in this dark night
I also ask for a bit of light,
and pray that Your blessings
will fall on my people and me as well.
[Reference: Variase op ‘n tema uit “Alles” van Sheila Cussons (Variation on a theme about “all” of Sheila Cussons) by Bonaventure Hinwood.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pour Me Another Tequila Sheila
(Chorus)
Pour me another tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
'Cause I crossed the border,
And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol' Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I've got the pesos to spend,
So pour me another tequila, Sheila.
And lay down and love me again.
No I can't tell you about it.
Don't mind the gun by my bed,
But I feel kind'a naked without it,
And it eases the fears in my head.
I never trusted in woman,
But Sheila I trust you tonight.
So pass me the salt and a lemon,
Bend down and blow out the light.
(Chorus)
Sheila I'm hearin' your heartbeat,
But I'm hearing footsteps outside.
The courtyard is crawlin' with them Federales
And Sheila, there's no place to hide,
but I don't know who could have tipped 'em,
nobody knew it but you,
but I never have trusted in woman,
Sheila, here's what I'm going to do.
(Chorus)
Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
I'm gonna put on your red satin Dress.
You put on my clothes, and you go face the dealer.
Sheila I wish you the best.
I never trusted in woman,
Sheila I trusted you tonight.
So pour me another tequila Sheila,
And I'll run for the border again.
Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
Sheila, as I ride for the border again.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Fat Person Man
Sheila
You got to get rid of dat fat person man
Send him to french guiana china or japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin da rumours have already spread
He dont leave dis island
He lose his head
I cant help it I just tell the truth
Norman
Now sheila I cant do that
Try and understand
Hes not just some drunk asshole
Hes my money man
Hes got banks in nebraska
And mines in alaska
His childish ways can be misread
Sheila
Ill say it one more time sir
He lose his head I cant help it,
I just tell the truth
Norman
Now lesters really harmless
Sheila
But hippolytes a threat
Norman
Whole life here in kinja
Rests on this tilson fete
I cant have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh sheila tell me what to do
Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue
Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque
Lester
I cant help it
I just tell the truth
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Calaloo
Notes: nothing in my novel suggests this song except the island ambience. jimmy came up with it only after we had finshed the first draft of the musical, and it is quintessential buffett, quirky
Ery and a lot of truth, in a rousing song of the kitchen help. the hotel norman paperman takes over is called the gull reef club and the cook, sheila, who sings calaloo, is the true soul of the
, and of the caribbean.
Chorus:
Calaloo, strange calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later were all in the stew
>from here in my kitchen
I watch the whole seen
Life on dis island s
A unique cuisine
It simmers and bubbles
And looks quite routine
Till somebody spill all da beans
Chorus:
Calaloo, strange calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later were all in the stew
Night after night
On dat terrace out der
Plays a melodrama
Could equal shakesphere
Dey may tell theirself
Dat somehow dey are not
Best take it from me,
Were all in the same pot
Chorus:
Calaloo, strange calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later were all in the stew
Bridge:
Hey hey sheila, hey hey sheila
Hey hey sheila, whats in dat calaloo
Hey sheila tell us, hey sheila tell us
Hey hey sheila, whats in that calaloo
We got crab and pig tell
Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter
Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe
Chorus:
Calaloo, strange calaloo
Mysterious and curious roux
Though some might think somehow they are not
Make no mistake were all in the same pot
Take it from me this is no camelot.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon?
What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon
fully formed
and clingling
to a vanilla plant
its wet body slowly opening
in the heat of the flower garden?
And has anyone noticed
that birds as they depart
their flapping sounds
almost like a paper bag being opened?
The hummingbird clearly, though,
sounds like a hum
whose tiny wings
pressed together at 25 beats per second
is blessed by being the only bird to be able to fly backwards
and one that could be
the smallest fan in the world
The humidity of the weather
evaporates the head notes of her perfume
leaving the heart note to open next
she considers all this
including the world's smallest fan
and believes that if it hovered around her neckline
close to her
the strange bird would have wings
cooling to her
and misty to the bird
as it paddled the air
and was covered so slightly
in the scent of Japanese Eau de Parfum
not to mention
vanilla
poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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Wildflowers
The hills were alive with wildflowers
And I was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run, they just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where Id go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close, I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out
I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
I grew up fast and wild and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged, I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free
Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where wed go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers dont care where they grow
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Sheila Take A Bow
Is it wrong to want to live on your own ?
No, its not wrong - but I must know
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And dont go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Oh ...
Is it wrong not to always be glad ?
No, its not wrong - but I must add
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And dont go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la ...
Youre a girl and Im a boy
La ...
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la ...
Im a girl and youre a boy
La ...
Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
La ...
Throw your homework onto the fire
Come out and find the one that you love
Come out and find the one you love
song performed by by Smiths
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My Wonderful
Time when I was down and out
No lovin in my life
This angel came and brought about
A meaning of so right
Took my dark and lonley days into the light
With his loving ways
Chorus
Hes my wonderful
Everything a girl could want to love
And all I need
Yes hes my wonderful
He must have been sent from up above
Just for me
I gotta have him close to me
Each and every night
To give me that security
Of dreamin and delight
Love has got a grip on me
Oh so tight
Hope he never lets go
Chorus
Cause I dont ever want to be free
From this love and care that more people will never see
And at night I pray that Ill have my way
And your love for eternity
Chorus
No one could ever do for me
The things he does cause
Chorus x2
A time when I was down and out
No lovin in my life
This angel came and brought about
A meaning of so right
And took my dark and lonley days
Into the light with his loving ways
Oh yeah
I said hes everything
All I need la la la la la la...
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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In The Late Night Rain Falls Whispering
In the late night rain falls whispering,
blossoms on branches move in the wind
and I am aware of the smallest sound
as if in the darkness I can find something
and for moments the night becomes dear to me,
while I again feel innocent like a child
but still life outside stays dark.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Black Angel
Black Angel
(By Sheila D. Thompson)
ok, ok, I landed on this earth to kill
look at me,
cause once you cross me your fate will be sealed.
People think it's a laughing,
thing it's a joke, next
thing they lay dead before me.
And I think I'll choke.
I lived a hard life.
I know I don't suppose to be a girl,
in this world, this place could
change the kindest creature to
a beast.
I became a cannibal, and I like it I came
here on a quest to feast.
Now I can't stop.
going crazy at day and
sane by night,
I guess that's why I hide in the
darkness from light.
Black Angel (Black Angel)
Black Angel (molded by the world)
Black Angel (and just only
a little girl) Black Angel
(crying for a change) Black Angel
I listen to thunder and lightening,
forget that it's frightening, liking
the sound, watching the people
up from above, knowing there no
love.
I stand alone, I'm on my own,
I am young so I write my
pain in this song.
I know it's hard try being
a little a girl,
raised up fast in a cruel
world.
fate was ever kind to me.
I watched my father
(hurt my mother)
I watched my father
(beat m brother)
I watched my father
(create a son with my sister)
I miss my father(and I love him)
I am so alone-black Angel-
I still hope someday, that
I can learn how to pray.
I still walk so bold
knowing my hart's half cold(repeat)
(oh-Black Angel heart beat
with thunder and rain* Black Angel)
now it's just heartbeat and rain*Black Angel
(the last few words should echo)
A poem wrote by Sheila Deliese Thompson: C/O
swtlamb @yahoo.com
Let me remind you this is a young girl
reaching out in her own words.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Over In Love (instrumental)
Cold wind blows
Shivers loose
Hard rain
To my skin soaked through
So over in love with you
I don't even care
Sky turns grey
Black and blue
Fall on me
I can't be moved
So over in love with you
I don't even care
Hot sun shines
And lays bare
Shadows cross cut
Heavy air
So over in love with you
I don't even care
The tide that washes in and out
Reveals a heart
And face worn new
So over in love with you
I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't even care
I don't even care
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Old Man`s Fiddle
The fig tree bare
branches stare
homeless birds
who will care?
Roses shrivel
petals fall
creepers limp
on the wall
Autumn leaves
on the earth dry
in the dark
the sparrows cry
who will light the lamp?
the old man is gone
his fiddle is heard
in the streets at dawn...
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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Abusive Husband
Every woman is a flower waiting to blossom
We are not toys
We are not things to be collected
No one can be owned by another
Chauvinism and sexism is a sin
Every human being should unfold
Every woman should reach her potential
Some say they love the little bird in a cage
They clean the cage, feed the bird
They give the bird everything
Except its freedom
Some are held in check by marriage vows
Some sleep alone and cry
What is saying I love you mean?
Relationships of sublime ownership
He treats her like a pet
He needs her
She takes such good care of him
Growth is love
Loving another is caring about their growth
So many live in well decorated cages
The abusive husband snores away
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Crystallized
Once again it's time to get high
Into that friendly sky I will fly
I see you hurt and I see you cry
When I'm up here I don't care why
Once again it's time for that line of shit
High upon my pedestal I will sit
I see your pain and I learn to forget
Force me to care and you know what you'll get
Addicted to this enormous speed
I cannot control my growing greed
The death on your face I can read
but you have become my smallest need
Way up here there is no room to care
Life on the ground is just so unfair
Coming down is something I cannot bear
Your life down here I do not wish to share
Inhale one more time and begin your fall
I've watched you die but I'm having a ball
Now I've become crystal's puppet doll
and maybe I was wrong after all
You need help and I guess I do too
Then again I have more control than you
and I see nothing for me to do
Above these clouds I have the clearest view
Addicted to this enormous speed
I cannot control my growing greed
The death on your face I can read
but you have become my smallest need
Once again it's time to get high
In that friendly sky we will die
I see no future but I'll still try
When I'm up here I never care why
poem by Jason Robinson
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The Lover Sentiment
I don't care if tears will ruin my make up
I don't care if thousands people are staring
Don't ask me to be brave
I will not be fooled
It is frightening
Thinking that I might lose you
And not even saying goodbye
It is choking my breath
If I won't see or feel you anymore
And I'm the one who should hold it all
So smile and fight
And I'll beat my heart for you
Loud and right
It carries the hope to you
Because I want to believe in you
When anyone has stopped to trust
Because I need you to stay alive
So I can continue my life
It is not fair because I'm too much care
You should suffer a little to cover loneliness hours
Don't ask me to go
I will not be tricked
The choice has flown long time ago
To deny my own desire
And run away from this kind of affection
It had died many ways before
The reason to leave you behind
And not come back
So hug and tight
Don't easily giving me up
Day and night
I'll be waiting to wake you up
The world always searches what's the meaning
But please remember that you have me
The destiny likes to play with the feeling
But not everything is joke and lie
Some love are true
Some dream are real
Some hero are born
Some miracle happen
And it is not burden to do for your love
It is freedom that gives a happiness
So keep and bright
Don't afraid it'll make me fall
Dark and light
We will conquer and own it all
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Flower and Bird
Amongst the lonely branches of a tree,
Stood a lovely flower fragrant and free,
She was the sight of every passer-by,
'What a beautiful flower! ' people would cry.
The flower in the prime of its youth,
Couldn’t identify life and its real truth,
Proud by its fragrance and beauty it stood,
And thought that beauty was what made it good,
Impressed by its beauty a little bird would sing,
The tale of its love and the whole valley would ring,
Perched on the branch of the great oak tree,
The bird sings its love for the flower to see,
People would stop and look at this tale,
Of the beautiful lady and the gallant male.
And one day the bird let its heart out,
And the beautiful flower refused with pout,
The bird wanting its beloved’s heart,
Asked her, 'What do I do so that we don’t part? '
And the proud flower told the lonely bird,
'There is a flower down the valley, have you heard?
Its brilliant red, is said is more beautiful than me,
So dear bird, make me red, as red as I can be! '
The bird said, 'But your beauty is no match,
So beautiful are you that my heart, you did catch! '
The flower in its pride and anger,
Told the bird 'Oh! Don’t bother',
The sadness in its eyes, the bird couldn’t see,
And said, 'I gift the colour red to thee! '
Saying this he pierced his heart on a thorn,
And spilt the blood on her till he was torn,
And the flower indeed did become red,
With the love of the little bird’s blood,
People would stare at the beautiful flower,
And amongst the branches it would hover,
The people passing soon forgot the song of the bird,
But the silent lament of the flower was never heard,
The flower never forgot the love of its bird,
But the melody of the poor bird was never heard!
poem by Supriya Mothay
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ASong
Many wonders disappear
never to return, so they say-
Tyre's towers, Minerva's spear
Ptolemy's library
And that paragon, the Parthenon
stove by a shell one day
But I don't care, let them disappear,
I don't care, I really don't care.
refrain
So they say, so they say, but I don't care, no
I don't, not a bit, let them go
I don't care at all what is gone or will come
I don't care anyhow.
Even Earth grows old
and trudges a little on her way
Her heart goes limping worn and cold
and duller every day.
Chorister lark is driven out
by starling, hardier kine-
But I care no more, what comes about
Is no concern of mine.
refrain
I woke in the dead of night
from a heaving, foul unrest
Somewheres I knew the Sphinx was a-move
howling and biting her breast
There on the day's rim
fashioning itself in flames
xxx
Rosa-Munda hung.
refrain
Someday a cloud will come
to cover the earth, so they say
There'll be fiery rain and icicle rain
The mountains will dance with the seas.
Famine will enter, counting his ribs
and Death, the equestrian
But I won't fear 'cause I don't care
I don't care, let them come.
refrain
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Though everything else may appear shallow and repulsive, even the smallest task in music is so absorbing, and carries us so far away from town, country, earth, and all worldly things, that it is truly a blessed gift of God.
quote by Felix Mendelssohn
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Sparkle
I love that sparkle
you have within
the big bright eyes
that looks like stars
you catch my breath
I can not express
that loving feeling
I have when I'm with you
you make me smile
you make me laugh
I can't help but let you
walk into my heart
as much as I say I'm done
I honestly can not
I'll never forget you
because you're glued to my heart
I need to know you care
I truly can't help but bare
everything deep inside
every reason that I care
I care for you a lot
the way you're hair flows
those loving lips curve
to say hello
I can't believe I know
someone like you
someone who cares
and someone I need
you're a great person
don't get me wrong
but even without you
I'll learn to stand tall.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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A Light In The Window
Rain and wind and candlelight
And let us pray a prayer to-night:
For every soul, since life is brief,
Little of trouble and less of grief.
And set a light at the windowpane,
To guide Love home through the night and rain.
Rain and wind and candlelight
And what shall we pray again to-night?
For every life, whose way is dim,
The grace of God and trust in Him.
A word, a song, till the tears be dried,
And Faith and Hope sit down beside.
Rain and wind and candlelight
And one last prayer to pray to-night:
For every heart in the dark and rain
To know its prayer is not in vain:
A door flung wide, and a face aglow
Love come back from the Long-Ago.
Then let the rain and the wind without
Threaten their worst and rave and shout:
For who will care, though the night is black
Love to his own has wandered back.
Has wandered back through the rain and night,
Led home again by her candle's light.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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