Snare
Where guinea fowl
nest against the cornfields
and I sometimes saw pheasants,
just on the other side of the tributary,
day after day I found
snares made from fishing gut,
or wire
that was destroying constantly
and I was very angry
when one morning
I found a small duiker there,
with a leg
into which the wire were wringing
and I liberated that small antelope.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bird On A Wire
Bird on a wire, up there much higher
than the poeple on the ground.
Do you observe all those you see
or stay intent on what you've found?
That sitting on a wire is just a good perch
that provides you a place to rest.
You may be joined by others of your kind
and that can't happen in a nest.
Bird on a wire, such a good flier,
it amazes me how you land.
You travel from wire to wire as if
you are making a stand
saying
'This is my place. Yours is below
and you may look up to me.
You would not trade places. Neither would I
for it's dangerous up here you see.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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You're Such A Wire
Why do you hate me?
Why don't you just simmer down?
You could be doing great things
Instead of just pushing me around
Or maybe just be sleeping
Even you at times must get tired
You're such a wire
You're such a wire look at you
You're such a wire look at you packing it blasting it
You're such a wire
The world it looks so big but it feels so small
I'm snapping like a twig in this dried up dying fall
I think the winter is gonna be a real whirligig
Why do i hate you?
That's because i am full of it
If all your dreams came ture then you must be completely full of it
You won't catch me weeping 'cause you know that i'm not a crier
I'm such a wire
I'm such a wire look at me
I'm such a wire look at me packing it blasting it
I'm such a wire
song performed by by Frank Black
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Hang Wire
Theyre going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your heads a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
Ill bossanova with ya
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire?
song performed by by Pixies
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Early I Viewed The Morning's New Birth (Cavatina)
Early I viewed the morning's new birth,
the eastern sky
was aflame while I walked on a path
that wounded by
a small copse, some hillocks and a field,
up birds did fly,
pheasants and guinea-fowl screeched protest
while in nature I was extremely blest.
poem by Gert Strydom
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And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire
Friday night, you're staying at home I want you
I'm tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-I wait for the kill I want you
Pressure's building-overspill I want you
And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
It's through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbecue parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the god I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
It's through the wire
Driving 'round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire You are secure
And through the wire We can talk
And through the wire We can walk
And through the wire We're clinging like leeches
And through the wire We push out tailor-made speeches
And through the wire We get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Small Wire
My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web,
as doth the vine,
twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes
like eyeballs,
as many angels
dance on the head of a pin.
God does not need
too much wire to keep Him there,
just a thin vein,
with blood pushing back and forth in it,
and some love.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
So if you have only a thin wire,
God does not mind.
He will enter your hands
as easily as ten cents used to
bring forth a Coke.
poem by Anne Sexton
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... & Through The Wire
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Friday night, youre staying at home I want you
Im tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-i wait for the kill I want you
Pressures building-overspill I want you
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
Its through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the struggle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the God I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Driving round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
Be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
And through the wire were clinging like leeches
And through the wire we push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire we get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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And Through The Wire
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Friday night, youre staying at home I want you
Im tickling and clicking a metronome I want you
Prowling the waterhole-i wait for the kill I want you
Pressures building-overspill I want you
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
Its through the wire
Watchmaker steadies his delicate hand I want you
For barbeque parties on blood red sands I want you
Caught in the strugle tight on the rod I want you
Bring out the devil to bring out the God I want you
And through the wire I hear your voice
And through the wire I touch the power
And through the wire I see your face
Its through the wire
Driving round the city rings
Staring at the shape of things
I talk in pictures not in words
Overloaded with everything we said
Be careful where you tread
Watch the wire
And through the wire you are secure
And through the wire we can talk
And through the wire we can walk
And through the wire were clinging like leeches
And through the wire we push out tailormade speeches
And through the wire we get so strange across the border
We get so strange across the border
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Walking On A Wire
i'm the one you've been hanging 'round
just stop hearing any sound
found you face down on the ground
found a friend never could be found
i've been waiting around
systems failing now
on your honor so i hear
it's never been your fault you swear
is the union based on fear?
tenement of tears
i've been waiting
systems failing
walking on a wire on the ground
is this all your world tonight?
is this all your world tonight?
have to tell a lie
to avoid a brutal fight
i've been waiting
systems failing
walking on a wire on the ground
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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Abandoned Nest
abandoned nest
on a wire
autumn wind
abandoned nest
on a wire
this loneliness in me
applying lipstick
she discovers the cracked voice
of teenage son
summer breeze
leaves dance
with light
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Live Wire
I know where you got to be going but you don't know why
I see things I ought not to know but I can't help life
You never knew my heart for you was monster size
You're a live wire
You're a live wire
Let me know if you want to check out for the all time high
My man told me long hellos and short good byes
But you are something else I love you please don't die
You're a live wire
You're a live wire
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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High Wire
Feel so washed up today
Havent really got much to say
Blood on the pillow of my bed
Explains the pain thats in my head
Sometimes I dont know which way to go
Sometimes I cant tell, but its just as well
cos Im walking on a high wire
High wire
Oh wont someone let me in
Im stinking and Im full of gin
No need to close the door so fast
Im very fragile not built to last
Sometimes I dont know which way to go
Soetimes I cant tell
But its just as well
cos Im walking on a high wire
Diving through the ring of fire
High wire
Have to pull it together
Were in for some stormy weather
Have to pull it together
Were in for some nasty weather
High wire, high wire
It really isnt too much fun
Sitting round waiting for the night to come
Its almost time to put on my suit of cool
I may be an idiot but indeed I am no fool
Sometimes I dont know which way to go
Someties I cant tell but its just as well
cos Im walking on a high wire
song performed by by Men At Work
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Walking On A Tight Wire
upon the urging of his girl
he walks on a tight wire
to prove his love for her
the girl watches him
as he balances himself
on the tight wire
from one coconut tree
to another
he finally reaches the other side
without much effort
and when the task is over
she comes and kisses
him on his cheek & lips
if you were only there
you would have laughed the
way the task was done
the tight wire is just
laid an inch on top of the soil
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The hunting party
One weekend a hunting party
comes together on Serfaas Lourens’s farm
and they consist out of family, friends
and town folk:
two teachers, the school principal,
a lawyer, a visiting advocate and magistrate.
The group is dressed in hunting clothes
and with four by four pickups they drive
through the open veldt
past the stream with the blue gum trees.
Guinea fowl and pheasants fly up into the air,
the vehicles brake in a cloud of dust
while hunter after hunter jumps down
with shotgun upon shotgun blasting into the air.
The son of Serfaas Lourens
is shooting with a ELG-12 bore
with red LG cartridges, as if
he wants to teach the older men something
but they find only pieces
of his guinea fowl
and with the trip back
Serfaas Lourens reprimands him
all the way to the homestead
to use the right ammunition.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Red Browed Firetails
One can't mistake them for their scratchy song
To small seed eating family of birds they belong
Some call them red browed finches others the red browed firetails
And the females hard to distinguish from the males.
With red bill and brows and neck and unders gray
And red rump, dark tail and greenish wings I see them every day
They perch on fence wire near where paddocks are
And to get their food they don't have to fly far.
They live in small flocks on a diet of seeds
And I see them often amongst grasses and weeds
Of the human kind they do seem rather shy
And from the paddock to the fence they fly.
On sapling tree or creeper they build their globe nest of dried grass or hay
Where they lay up to six eggs of white to gray
And their nests hard to find and well hidden away
From currawong and other birds of prey.
Red browed firetails or finches birds I often see
On paddock fence wire or on branch of tree
Of human kind they have a healthy fear
And they fly away if to them you come near.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Western Union Wire
(kinky friedman)
From a cheap hotel in dallas
On a cold december day
A telegram was traveling on its way
Like a sad old song from somewhere
In the distance of a dream
Flashing cross the darkness
On the telegraph machine.
It said, from billy, at the bottom, to baby, at the top
Western union wire please help me stop.
Western union wire dont leave me. stop.
Well, the taxicab it took her
To the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just an hour shed be gone.
She was standing near the platform
bout to board the big pan am
When someone came
And put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, from billy, at the bottom, to baby, at the top
Western union wire please help me stop.
Western union wire dont leave me. stop.
Headin high above chicago
Just a-reachin for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And a little boy beside her asked her,
mama, where is pop ?
And she just broke down a-cryin
cause she knew she couldnt stop.
It said, from billy, at the bottom, to baby, at the top
Western union wire dont leave me. stop.
ah, you said youd always love me how could you ? stop,
in pieces on the runway I love you. stop.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Don't Cut The Wire
He was just a lonely kid
No matter what he did
Was never recognised
Then you came along
Was the second son
So special in their eyes
Oh how he ran
To the city where his dreams would turn to man
Oh how he ran
So he lived his life alone
Where he lay was home
Then they made him move along
From town to town
With his head held down
Then he turned twords the gun
Again how he ran
From the badge he had no chance to understand
Oh how he ran
Chorus:
Don't cut the wire, cos he really needs you now
Don't cut the wire, in the final hour
When it comes to the rest, you were always the best
Brother don't you cut the wire
Many years have passed
But behind the mask
He always thought of you
Now with a gun in hand
It's his final stand
Your brother needs you too
He knows how he ran
From the child he was
Then later from the man
Oh how he ran
Chorus
song performed by by Asia
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Don't Cut The Wire (Brother)
He was just a lonely kid
No matter what he did
Was never recognised
Then you came along
Was the second son
So special in their eyes
Oh how he ran
To the city where his dreams would turn to man
Oh how he ran
So he lived his life alone
Where he lay was home
Then they made him move along
From town to town
With his head held down
Then he turned twords the gun
Again how he ran
From the badge he had no chance to understand
Oh how he ran
Chorus:
Don't cut the wire, cos he really needs you now
Don't cut the wire, in the final hour
When it comes to the rest, you were always the best
Brother don't you cut the wire
Many years have passed
But behind the mask
He always thought of you
Now with a gun in hand
It's his final stand
Your brother needs you too
He knows how he ran
From the child he was
Then later from the man
Oh how he ran
Chorus
song performed by by Asia
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The pendant
You admired one that somebody
had made
and bought a small pair of pliers,
some silver wire,
clasps, hooks, bits,
different kinds of crystals,
semi-precious stones,
even blue tanzanite stones,
sirkovsky crystals, some pearls
and I saw you bore small holes
and bit-by-bit strung it together.
I watched you with your eyes focused
while you worked
with the pleasure of making something
really beautiful
to hang on your slender neck
between magnificent breasts.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Man On Wire! !
Man on wire! !
An act like magic,
With explosive fantasies;
To set the records with his talent.
Of your talent,
Of my talent,
With ideas,
With your life,
With my life,
To the people,
And, to reach to the clouds! !
To reach to the top,
To expose your talent,
Wire, tire, lire, quire, ire, mire;
But, love can help you know your name.
Man on wire! !
To the clouds,
To the stars!
To stage a walk,
But, take my life and take me for what i am.
Zaire, shire, hire, dire, fire!
Moral, loyal, royal, oral, coral, floral, rural;
Man on wire! !
All in the name of his talent for us to see.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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