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Home invasion (englyn milwr) (in answer to Don Mattera)

Armed with small guns they came,
to me looked all the same,
then wanted to know my name.

[Reference: “The Day they came for our house” by Don Mattera.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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The day they robbed my car (englyn cyrch) (in answer to Don Mattera)

On high the sun did witness
with a kind of aloofness
how black men robbed my car;
but by far in lawlessness.

[Reference: “The Day they came for our house” by Don Mattera.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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I saw a man (in answer to Don Mattera)

I saw a man, whose life had been affirmed,
by the new black government,
who was constantly job hunting
and getting nothing.

He was utterly lonely on the street,
could not afford even to buy bread or milk,
nor to pay for a place to sleep

and while he was barely staying alive,
there was no way to even date a girlfriend,
even to have one
and you talk about lonely people,
about a sea of tears?

[Reference: “I saw a man” by Don Mattera.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Let us dream about a new world

Halt the job and racial preservation,
forcing people in and out of a nation
into a unknown culture
and let the distinction by made by merit

or once again the later population
will inherit a world full of discrimination
and later on another war

and let us pack away uniforms, old memories,
party political slogans and songs
and forget all the past wrongs
and dream of a new world
of a country fair and free
a country with jobs
and opportunities for everybody.

[Reference: Let the children decide by Don Mattera.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Songs of the Lathes

The fans and the beltings they roar round me.
The power is shaking the floor round me
Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over.
It is good for me to be here!

Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
(I had a man that worked 'em once!)
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders! Feeds the guns!

The cranes and the carriers they boom over me,
The bays and the galleries they loom over me,
With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance--
It is good for me to be here!

The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us.
Our lights give warning, and fade over us.
(Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!)
Oh, it's good for me to be here.

The roofs and the buildings they grow round me,
Eating up the fields I used to know round me;
And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office--
So long have I been here!

I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim,
Through the bit that isn't painted round our sky-light rim,
And the sunshine through the window slope according to the seasons,
Twice since I've been here.

The trains on the sidings they call to us
With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us;
And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it where it's wanted,
For that is why we are here!

Man's hate passes as his love will pass.
God made Woman what she always was.
Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness
So long as they are here!

Once I was a woman, but that's by with me.
All I loved and looked for, it must die with me;
But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment,
And I serve His Judgments here!

Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
(I had a son that worked 'em once!)
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders! Feeds the guns!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Make This House A Home

Well theres something in us living
Theres something you should know
There was a time for us to fall
Now its time to grow
But you know its not the way
That I intended it to be
Crossing hearts and killing souls
And trying to get down to whats real
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
All I needed was your hand to hold
I spent so much time alone
I needed your direction
But we re-aligned my broken bones
Well theyre running from a lifeless state
Somehow we lost our hold
All we have with us is change
Left over from what started out as gold
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
Im holding you responsible for every word I say
If you feel the brokenness
Wont you try and look the other way
I never meant to be so low
I only wanted you to see
That time was healing someone else
But its tearing apart the very heart of me
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
So make this house a home
Make this house a home
Make this house a home

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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My cousin cleaned out a shotgun for me and let me carry it around the house, because he said, 'Anybody who knows anything about guns is going to know in a second if someone has held a gun before.' I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be practiced.

quote by Jennifer Lawrence
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Which Is So!

THEY CAME TO DRAG I BY THE BELTS!
HE SMOKES HERBS!
THEY SAID!
STILL STAYED I MEDITATING!
ARMED MEN CAME WITH GUNS!
TO CHASE AND HARRASS I
DO TELL ME!
IF INDEED I DID SMOKE HERBS!
WHICH IS MORE DANGEROUS TO MINE HEALTH AND THE PUBLIC'S HEALTH?
THE MEN AND THEIR MACHINE GUNS?
OR I WITH MY HERBS TO BE SMOKED BY I?

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Amakeia then and now

If ever there were treason
against humanity,
the slaughter of the black woman Amakeia
trying to rescue
the life of the small white child
drives it to the point

Spears raining down
on a innocent woman and child
during the 1834 war
are images that stay
in with me
and I still feel my arm hairs rise,
while I see assegais glitter
in the sun
and a farmhouse
burning down to the ground
and know how much unreasonable hatred
the Maxosas had to have in their hearts
to kill a women and baby child
and even the elements
still try and lull the kid.

II

It’s in the middle of the day and criminals
stand at the door of a house,
as if no Police
or any security
can stop them.

They are armed with weapons of war
and no life
have any value to them
and to murder and rape
comes to them like second nature,
as if demons
are guiding their deeds.

Spare the child,
spare my life
the faithful nanny asks
with tears
running down her cheeks
and with her hands
are trying to protect the small child
and it’s a miracle
if the criminals
note what she says
and if the nanny and child
and are locked in a room
while the most valued things are taken.

[Reference: poem “AMAKEIA” by A.G. Visser.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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I, Me, Mine

In the Beginning
(or perhaps a little later)
there was I.

And then, because I was lonely,
there was ME.

And WE got on like a house on fire!
And, so that we could have something in common,
there was MINE.
And we got on like a house on fire.
(Very MUCH like a house on fire!)

And then YOU came along
and spoilt everything
because YOU wanted YOURS;
and what YOU called YOURS
was actually mine.

And to make matters worse,
you brought HIM with you;
and he wanted HIS.

And although he could have SHARED YOURS,
he didn't. He wanted it all to himself.
AND he wanted MINE.

And so it all went wrong.
There was the Spanish Armada
and the French Revolution
and the Second World War
and Vietnam
and Tony Blair
and it's all such a MESS!

And yet, it started out so WELL!

poem by Brian Taylor
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Living In Her Mansion

my love smiled told me
her dream she wanted to tell

her dream to live happily
with me in our small house

with a garden near the beach
close by the beautiful sea

tragedy this dream serenity
was not to be

status high society
did siren her compel

I left to live in a small house
left her to her mansion in hell

poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Wanted To Tell Her

I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her
I needed to tell her
Just like the wind you blew away your happy lovers touch
You bring the blues into my heart just like a rush
I cannot bear the way my heart has helped to keep you close
Of you my babe I cannot get enough
You touch me baby
I loved you to the lines of lies you told when I asked her name
I knew the perfume in your hair just wasnt mine
Did you ever think to notice me when you wasnt home?
I noticed every time
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
Thought you noticed every time but you didnt notice a thing
Id have to cover up my calls when the telephone would ring
Im tired of you and the things you do and all the things you say
No more babysitting for neurotic girls today
Im thinking that the pain Im going through just to keep you babe
Is something that I should bear
Did you ever stop to notice me when you had nothing?
And I never cared?
Just like the wind you blew away your happy lovers touch
You bring the blues into my life just like a rush
I cannot bear the way my heart has helped to keep you close
Of you my babe I cannot get enough
You touch me baby, dont be mean to me!
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her but I stuck to my lies
I wanted to tell her till I looked in her eyes
I wanted to tell her
I needed to tell her

song performed by by Ministry
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The widow Viljee

There’s a pretty lady
dressed in pitch black
that passes
with two angry spotted dogs
that groans and barks the whole time

and step after step I have to take
but wanted to jog past
the widow Viljee,
but the dogs want to pull loose
and then I had to walk by slowly
and greet her)

and I wonder why she is crying
or did sand
blow into her eyes?

She walks for miles
armed with a staff
with a blade like a sword
on that holy day
to lose her soul at the sea
or maybe to find it?

[Reference: Met apologie (With apology) by D.J. Opperman.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Take Your Guns To Town

On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
Whats left is ivy and vine
All the letters Id sent back home
Never express the idea of how a young man
Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone
Just gotten home with my hand on the phone
I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town

song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Give up the fight

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel
yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart
inside, you're in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your
soul
Your faith walks on broken glass and the
hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last, you're in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
Did you try to live on your own?
When you burned down the house and
home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a
stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died, you're
in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Preacher Needs More Ram

I took the modem off the podium...
Just before the preacher sneezed!
I asked a doctor in a pew...
If the sneeze would spread disease?
And Doctor Blye looked in my eyes,
As if I was there for church.
I looked him up and down and said,
'I am here doing research! '

I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?

I came to hook the preacher up,
To a new connection!
He wanted all his emails sent...
And downloaded to the chatrooms.
I came to hook the PC up for online sessions!
But the preacher is displeased...
'Cause the modem seems to need,
More ram!

oh Oh OHHH....

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet...
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?

Ahhhhaaaayyy

I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
I hear the people pat their feet,
When the preacher's sermon's heated!
I'm in the house of the Lord,
And the preacher needs more ram!
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?

Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?
Oh Lord...
What do I do with the modem?

What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?
What do I do with the modem?

'Reverand Heath?
I recommend a live video hookup as well!
I think you will touch a lot of people.
I found myself 'slightly' involved.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything I Wanted

(s. hoffs/e. lowen/d. navarro)
Susanna
You were standing like a statue in the light
And it looked like just like perfection in my eyes
When I spoke I staggered from the flow
Once I touched I never could let go, oh, oh, oh
This is what I waited for
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
For a while
So we whispered every secret we could tell
And we painted lovely pictures on ourselves
Though we hid the parts we did not want to know
As the strenght of our illusions took control, oh, oh, oh
This is what I waited for
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
I never know if my heart tells lies
Caught in a feeling I just cant fight
Thirst like a warning too
Then come back around
Turn the clock back around
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This is what I waited for
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted
Oh, oh, oh
Everything I wanted

song performed by by Bangles
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Billy Get Your Guns

I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns
You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns
There's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing
About some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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When I Was A Child

when I was a child
so very small
so very young
so very long ago

I had a few
very small wishes

I wanted to
leave this world
a little better
than I found it

I wanted to
be less sinning
than I was
sinned against

I wanted to
give God a good
life witness
from my heart

I wanted to help
people not realizing
many wanted to help
themselves unjustly

very small wishes
so easy to perceive
in innocent childhood years
so hard to lifetime complete

I am glad I kept
my innocence
much longer
than most children

growing up today
I am glad I lived
in an age of values
less are proud to affirm

I am glad truth
was born in my heart
for it is truly better
to give than to receive

I am glad and I smile
because it is to some uncool
but I am still in many ways
that simple childish fool.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Identities

I bought a car, built a house
And threw parties with strains
To belong to higher strata.
There I was held the lowest
For my small car, small house
And small hall parties.
I wish I had not done.
04.05.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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El Sol

Empty-armed
And half a soul to go
And all I wanted
Was you here next to me
A little sunshine and sympathy
Now everybody knows
That Ive been hanging down so low
cause now Im feeling up
Soon Ill be feeling out so cold
Wondering, will you call
And now Im feeling high
Soon Ill be feeling left for dead
Sometimes someone saying yes
Changes what youll bet
And all I wanted
Was just to hold you close
A little sunshine
Just to butter my toast
And your love next to mine
I had to let you know
That we were meant to be just right
Heaven sent, not sympathized
By everybodys lie
And now Im feeling high
Now Im feeling left so dead
Kicking up the dust in bed
Wondering, I guess
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
And some tea
And your love
Your love
Your love next to mine
I had to let you know
I had to let you go so i
Could see my lie fade from your eyes
And to my surprise
Thats what I wanted
Its all I wanted
Its what I wanted
Me and you
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
And some tea
Thats all I wanted
Its all I wanted
Thats all I wanted
Its all I wanted

song performed by by Zwan
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