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The accused

Suddenly policemen surround me
standing around me in a circle
with hands taking hold from the back of my pants
handcuffs locking around my wrists and tightening twisting.

heatedly I try to proof my innocence
but the persecutors say what they want to
and look staring at me
that I myself feel the guilt lying on me;

more so when others surround me in a cell
trellis-grate after trellis grate bangs shut around me
and I know that I am a patriot,
from being small walked on that way

but nobody wants to or can bring a charge against me
they just want me to see the might that the police have got.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Underneath

Sometimes it's hard when you're so deep inside
To see all you can lose in a blink of an eye
Dreams could be shattered
You could be gone
How would I survive
Cause you're where I belong
My soul-believer
Without you, I don't know who I would be
Underneath, I can feel you move through me
Inside out, you surround me
I breathe you like I'm taking my last breath
Oh, you're everything I know
So how could I let you go
Sometimes I listen to a voice that isn't mine
I disconnect from everything inside
And I have made choices
And wasted all the days
I could have been with you
Where my heart stayed
I know you've waited faithfully
Blessing our love even stronger
Underneath, I can feel you move through me
Inside out, you surround me
I breathe you like I'm taking my last breath
Oh, you're everything I know
So how could I let you go
And I've been blessed
For every kiss
For every breath
(How could I let you down)
And I've been touched,
By hands I trust
My love is risen
Underneath, I can feel you move through me
Inside out, you surround me
I breathe you like I'm taking my last breath
Oh, you're everything I know
So how could I let you
How could I let you go

song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Love Surrounds Me

On my own again, left alone
To remember when
Her love filled my life
Made my life alive her love
Love around me
How can I cope without the love
That I had
(all around me, love surrounds me)
Surround me
The love that I lost was more than
I could hope to find
(love surround me, all around me)
Around me
Did I have love or did love have me
Oo love around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Mmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm
Mm
I gave up our love
But it wont disappear
Oo love around me
Desire
Seems as though
Everywhere I go
Oo love around me
Put your arms around me
Huggin and a-kissin
Making the love Ive been missin
All around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
Put your love around me

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Piazza Piece

-- I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
And listen to an old man not at all,
They want the young men's whispering and sighing.
But see the roses on your trellis dying
And hear the spectral singing of the moon;
For I must have my lovely lady soon,
I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.

-- I am a lady young in beauty waiting
Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss.
But what grey man among the vines is this
Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream?
Back from my trellis, Sir, before I scream !
I am a lady young in beauty waiting.

poem by John Crowe Ransom
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Police Cell

I'm sitting in a police cell
but my mind is in hell
They know I'm mentally ill
they know i'm going to say
what they want to hear

Lie after lie
I dig the hole deeper
making sure I destroy my life

They sit and smile
taking it all down
They don't care
i'm an innocent man
They sent me to prison
for another man

But twenty years on
they could not have known
that I would rise again
prove my innocence
and send them down

Twenty years have passed
and I can still smell
the despair in that police cell

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Tears You Cant Hide

Now I see tears you cant hide
Carry the world on your back
Heavy weights tear you apart
Now I see tears you cant hide
Feel in a rage cant speak up for yourself
All that you try to do its no good anyway
Now I see tears you cant hide
No use saying its a crime
Voices surround me but they lie, lie
Hold out your hand together make your stand
You may be alone you may feel scared inside
Now I see tears you cant hide
No use saying its a crime
Voices surround me but they lie, lie
(just hit me with your saxophone, lee)
Now I see tears you cant hide
Now I see tears you cant hide
Now I see tears you cant
Tears you cant tears you cant hide

song performed by by Madness
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Pictures Of Pain

How does it feel
Don't know if I could ever do it
Can't keep my fingers still
I fell once you didn't see it
Face on the ground I'm still
Pray this is not forever
She's like a sacred stone
I'll climb high until I see it
And then I'll let you know about me
How does it feel
Cause lifes lifes not the same
I've got your photograph
It kills me every day
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
How does it feel
Slapped down wish that I could feel it
Can't pull myself away
Don't think I will ever make it
I'm in the acid rain I'll crack up if I don't see it
They'll have to hold me down both hands tied
They're getting tighter but no-one sees me now
How does it feel it wont fade away
It kills me everyday how does it feel
It fades away it kills me everyday
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
How does it feel
Pictures of Pain
Cause lifes lifes not the same
I've got your photograph
It kills me everyday
How does it feel
It won't fade away it won't fade away
How does it feel
Just want to talk about it
Think about it will you listen
You're like the Mona Lisa I can't find
I love the way you look at me
As I surround myself with
Pictures of Pain
Do you care if I go I will crack like a bone
Do you care if I bleed
Youc1

song performed by by Feeder
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Broadsword

I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black
Cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
Take women and children and bed them down.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
Put our backs to the north wind. hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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You Surround Me

Don't ever let me take you for granted
You've got your finger on the pulse of my soul
Let me place a kiss in the small of your back
Love and protect you from the evils of this world
Baby don't ever leave me stranded
Whoever said that the streets were paved with gold
We'll i'm afraid that we're all sadly mistaken
There's nothing here till we have someone to hold
I love you with all the joy of living
Till the lights go down in new york city
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
Till i'm lost and found
And you surround me with your senses
If love wasn't here would we reinvent it?
Oh take me down to the very root of my soul
Oh baby say it as if you really mean it
And feel the passion
Work it's way up through your skin
I love you with all the joy of living
Till the lights go down in new york city
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
Till i'm lost and found
And you surround me with your senses
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you to a safe place in this world

song performed by by Erasure
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The Hills That Surround A City

There are hills that surround a city,
I do not know if everyone loves these hills as I do,
From a child to an adult, I traveled the roads of these hills,
Through all seasons these hills are inviting, to a city dweller,

There are hills that surround a city,
In summer these hills can be dangerous,
Bush fires, the enemy of all,
But a friend at times,
Trees and plants re-shoot after bush fires,
Foe to animals and residents,
Cool nights, bring summer breezes to these hills,

Autumn colours surround the hills,
And bring the city dweller to visit,
Colours line the ever winding roadways,
Magical colours along the roadways,
Breathtaking trees, so tall,
Falling leaves line the winding roadways,
Around the hills that surround a city,

Log fires creating smoke from chimneys, dot the landscapes,
During winter,
Winter rains flushes the creeks and rivers,
Throughout the hills that surround a city,
Frosts, fog create an old world atmosphere,
Don't forget your scarf, beanie's, or gloves,
It is cold in these hills,

Spring, the hills are coming alive,
Magical gardens, on display,
Watch for the colourful birds, that come alive,
There is still a chill in the air,
Grab a bit of sunshine, feel the warmth,
There is another world in these hills,
A historical world, for those who wish to visit,

The Adelaide hills surround the city,
Many abandon the city, for the day,
Or a weekend retreat,
The many winding roads amongst the Adelaide hills,
Will take you many places,
I have traveled these roads all my life,
Now I am finding many new roads to travel,
Around these hills that surround a city.

poem by Batibchar Mocculta
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Once Upon A Rose

Once upon a
rose

Was planted.

A trellis
was
erected,
a safe
arbor
for her
to
rely on.

cling to.

As she
grew
opening
her
petals,
becoming
a lovely
lady.

she was
admired,
looked
upon
for her
beauty.

One day
someone
decided
to
transplant
her into
their
garden.

Once upon
a rose.

They began
to pick
at
her
petals.

One by one
they fell
to the
ground.

One by one
coming
ever
near to
her
heart.

Saddened,
she
began to
cry
being
exposed
to the
world.

Finially
the
plan
for her
return
was
complete.

Being hurt
and
forlorn
once again
she clung
to her
trellis.

Today
her petals
remain
closed,
refusing
to
reopen.

Once upon
a rose.

poem by Heather Burns
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Jumbo Jet

I saw a little elephant standing in my garden,
I said 'You don't belong in here', he said 'I beg you pardon?',
I said 'This place is England, what are you doing here?',
He said 'Ah, then I must be lost' and then 'Oh dear, oh dear'.

'I should be back in Africa, on Saranghetti's Plain',
'Pray, where is the nearest station where I can catch a train?'.
He caught the bus to Finchley and then to Mincing lane,
And over the Embankment, where he got lost, again.

The police they put him in a cell, but it was far too small,
So they tied him to a lampost and he slept against the wall.
But as the policemen lay sleeping by the twinkling light of dawn,
The lampost and the wall were there, but the elephant was gone!

So if you see an elephant, in a Jumbo Jet,
You can be sure that Africa's the place he's trying to get!

poem by Spike Milligan
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Ebb

welcome to the ebb
of time

have you experienced
drowning in an ocean
of emptiness?

have you once drowned
yourself
pursuant to the will of
your cowardice?

welcome to the rise of the
water
people do not just swim there
they also want to die
and others who see are not
at all shocked
for once they also
attempted doing the
expected

and those who rise from that
low feeling
somehow become renewed again
tempted to the power of
life they begin to love the fear
of dying

ah, life is too short for an argument
and experimentation
this time, life goes hand in hand
with pleasure
and meaningful attachments
like that flowering vine
so attached to the trellis
that even the sun could not
really take it

it wilts in time
irrevocably posted to the
mutuality of the coldness of
the inanimate trellis

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twisting

She set your goldfish free
And now shes sighing
Blew out your pilot light
And made a wish
She doesnt have to have
Her dbs record back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
Shes not your satellite
She doesnt miss you
So turn off your smoke machine
And marshall stack
She doesnt have to have
Her young fresh fellows tape back now
But theres not a lot of things
That shell take back
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind
(she wants) she wants to see you again
(she wants) she wants to see you again
Slowly twisting (twisting)
In the wind (twisting)
Twisting twisting (twisting)
In the wind

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Cell Phone Mania

Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.

Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.

Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.

There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.

Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.

Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.

People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might

as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.

Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,

Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.

wrote 1-19-07

poem by Jim Foulk
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Drone

Sunday morning was proving boring
for the team or guy
watching the screens
attached to the CC cameras.

Suddenly!
Someone seen acting suspiciously
in an out- of- the-way pocket
at the university
near an unattended bicycle
with a back-pack leaning against a wheel...

...Someone had finished taking photographs
and was leaving the premises
as two policemen walked past
absorbed in rehearsals:
someone was to think
he was not a person-of-interest.

They would check the set-up.
(Synch-blink is a euphemism
well-used by team psychologists,
alibi for lost millions;
and, a guy can't do anything about brain-hegemony.
He just has to spend at least almost half his life
with his eyes wide shut.)
You've got to have someone on the ground.

We're working on it...
...them...
...S-b...b-h.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Buddha Thoughts (Hands On The Clock)

the old woman
shot and killed
the boy that broke in
and tried to rob her...

she sat staring into space
while the policemen
did their job...
suddenly she began to weep...

they tried to comfort her,
but she just wept harder.
they told her it was over,
that she was all right.

she finally spoke in a broken voice:
'i was thinking about my son...'
'where is he? we'll get him
for you, bring him to you...'

'he's in prison... he got messed up
on pills... ran out, and robbed a store...
he killed the woman behind the counter.'
frozen in deathlike silence,

one by one, they looked down.
they loaded the body into the wagon,
her old cat ran from the porch...
an empty swing hung from a gnarled old tree...

a small trail of blood,
and there was no wind!
her old Bible unopened...
the hands on the clock kept crawling.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Room.

There is a room. It is not here, nor there but everywhere. Well, at least I feel as if it so. It is here that I became new. In my own house, by the hands of my own. The blood I shed, was his too. Outside the door lies my innocence. I race for that door but he keeps pulling my pants-pulling them down. The loss of innocence is a sacred secret to be kept. In between of becoming an adult and my legs, I am too young for this loss. Each caress revolts my stomach and he looks at me and I know- this is where I will die. Finally I leave...but I am still lying there. There is no escape.

poem by Lorena Walker
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Broken

My life is nothing near grate.
Nothing near a bliss.
To you I'm happy.
And you think my life is grate.
But honestly you have no idea.
Becuase I'm breaking inside.
And my hart is almost about to break.

But inside I'm already broken.
Becuase stolen was my token.
My life and hart is broke.
I fear it can't be mended.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Police intimidation

Today while in Springs
walking on the sidewalk
on my way to home
there was a police roadblock

put up right over the main road
just at Werda School
where you leave the shopping area
where eight armed policemen were standing

and when I got a call
from a wrong number
the one in the middle of the road
rushes to me; saying that I have taken a photograph of him

and the whole lot of them close around me,
I am even grabbed
with a hand into the back of my pants
that holds onto my belt,

I am searched
with hands being put
into my pockets
and my two cellular phones are taken

whereupon I say to them
that I have broken no law
and I am taking record of police intimidation
and a black police captain

(if military ranks are the same)
grab onto my arms holding them
and say that he is going to lock me up
and he stands so near to my face

that I am able to smell his sour breathe.
Whereupon I say to him
that I have broken no law,
that he has no grounds for arrest

and that touching me
is as good as assault
and then a white policeman
with two stars (a military lieutenant’s rank) walks nearer

and the captain let go of my arms,
some of the group gathered around me stands back
but the one at my back
is still holding on to me

with his hand on my belt
into the back of my pants
while another one
is busy going into the data
of my cellular phones
and the white one threaten

to assault me,
to hit me into a hospital
and I say to him
that surely in his eyes

it is illegal to tape
this conversation that they must let me go
as I have not broken any law.
Then he says if I again

spit him in the face while I talk
he will hit my teeth out of my mouth
and I say that the one holding me
is already assault

and that I will let them lock him up
in his own jail, if he touches me
and he says that he will not
touch me even with gloves

and that man stands so near to me
trying to intimidate, that I can smell him
and it smells as if for a whole week
he did not bath
as he is stinking of rotting sweat.

Then they want to know my name
and address from me
which I refuse
to give to them.

Then the white lieutenant says
that it is illegal
not to give my particulars

and I to him
that they do not have the right to it
as I have broken no law

as I am wondering
if the lot of them
want to come and assault me
in the middle of the night or something?

Then he says: “you that have swallowed
a whole law book, you know
that you have to give
your name and address.”

Then I say again
that I have broken no law
were just passing
and I am tacking record of police intimidation.

Then the white lieutenant says
that I do not even know what my name is
also in what street I am walking
and exactly in what town,
at what place
I am in the world.

The black policemen
stand laughing
as if it’s the joke
of all jokes

and I say that I want my cellular phones back,
that they cannot come
and steal them from me
and he threatens again to hit me.

When they can get no photograph of them
on my cellular phones
they give my cellular phones back
and the white man that they call adjutant threatens

again to assault me
and says away with you
that I must be on my way
and says record this now
and I will hit you like thunder!

Then I say that this type of thing
only happens in a police state
and that they are Gestapo
busy with police intimidation
and that I am going to publish this incident
and they laugh at me.

l’Envoi
Now I wonder as a citizen,
who pays my taxes
when and where I have a job,
what rights does the law representatives claim
to themselves
and how good, are they at their jobs?

The two cars that had being stolen from me
have after three years
not been found back
and this lot is fast

to stand and threaten with assault
and I scoff at them and know my rights,
but three thousand farmers have been killed
and where are their killers?
Surely walking around freely?

Surely one can only expect an incident like this
in the new South Africa
where things are only going
from bad to worse.

[This incident happened on Saturday 11 December 2010 at 09h15.]