Dancing Under Artificial Prowess
I am a man who has never seen painted eyes weep.
The bloody ends of the fading firmament
dropp glittered lashes into her bright pools
that skate on a hand mirror.
The stars never blush
The breeze never falls from the sky
The Moon never bites
The droning of machines constantly whine
To build my house out of match sticks
and set off fireworks to its gables
that cut me like scissors
Its unnatural to be awake nightly like this plugged into power grids
drinking in decadence, dancing under artificial prowesses.
And I see the Earth Flicking us off like flees.
poem by Jerome Moore
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Fireworks
Once I was cold
But now I know
How a fireworks
'Cause I felt the flame
It drove me insane
Fireworks
There was this lady
Soft as as a gentle glow
She told me everything
That she knows
About fireworks
She's got fireworks
Now on the fourth of July
By the riverside
There was fireworks
And by her dark green eyes
I was hynotised
By her fireworks
She lit a fuse in the
Dark of the night
Then I got off
Like dynamite
On her fireworks
She's got fireworks
A million colors shooting
Across the sky
Moment any man
Could fantasize
Ahw.. Fireworks
Got fireworks .. Ahw..
--- Instrumental ---
Now I'm meeting her here
But she's dis-appeared
And took her fireworks
She burning up someone
With her fever and fun
And her fireworks
Some lucky man is gonna
Need her so
And when he does
I know he's gonna know
Her fireworks
She's got fireworks
Fireworks
A candle burning at both ends
Fireworks
Hotbed of coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Fire, fire
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot as coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Oh, Oh,,,
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot bed of coal...
song performed by by Alabama
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If I was in the Moon - Pinewood Royal
From an idea by Sophie Mitchell-Dwelly
Before the coming of the night
I see the moon rise all dressed in white
In the crepuscular light
I see the stars come out so bright
As I watch the stars appear
Like diamonds on a velvet blanket
And when the sky is clear
I'm so glad that I am here with you
Oh The Moon she looks so pale
Do you think she's happy in her misty veil?
Oh her light is everywhere
On a beach of pebbles we're standing there
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
Oh Dancing in the moonlight
Our feet feel so light
Dancing in the moonlight
Oh the stars are so bright
Owls calling through the trees
And the frogs are chirping in the evening breeze
The crickets play their tune
By the light of the magical moon
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
poem by GuyPaul MitchellDwelly
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Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon
natural moon
torn apart and snoozing moon;
lovely moon, romantic moon
poor poor moon
the romance
plucked out of its drab surface;
moon moon going wild
moon moon running away
from the earth -
O moon, why do you run away from the earth?
does earth touch you in the wrong places
and you've got no Body
to which one could lodge
a complaint about sexual harassment? ?
ah, moon moon, temperamental moon
dark moon
glowing moon;
sexy moon
and old-woman hag of a moon;
moon moon with the best views of the earth
moon moon moon
puts me to sleep and wakes me up
in the middle of nights;
and one day we'll sleep in the moon
and produce babies there
and we'll have the first moon-ish boys and girls
and moon-ly families;
but meanwhile
moon moon driving fanatics
and inspiring love and romance and myths
moon moon eerie moon
moon moon that presides over love and horrors
and evil and good
and naked witches dancing in moonlit groves;
pooor moon moon the earth moon
not as interesting and dramatic as other moons;
don't get too friendly and dropp in -
oh, never dropp in, no one invited you
silly mooonn, no no, you're not invited home to earth
moon moon cheese moon eaten by mice;
but still our dear moon darling moon
moon mooon
our very own earth's moon
as we moo moo like cows
moo moo moo mooo
at our own moon moon moon
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Mirror, Mirror, Bloody Fibber
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Can't you show me tall and slim?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Must I look so bloody grim?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
You're distorting my poor waist!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
And why the heck am I defaced?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Why have I a double chin?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
And what's the stupid, goofy grin?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Pointless asking ‘Who’s the fairest? –
More bloody likely, 'Who’s the queerest? ’
Now look, I paid a big bucks for thee,
So why can’t you be nice to me?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Me, you say? Ah, that's better –
Mirror, mirror, bloody fibber!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Mirror mirror bloody fibber
Mirror mirror mirror ribber
Mirror mirror mirror mirror
Mirror mirror make me slimmer
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Rainbow is Overdue
I'm searching for a rainbow
Everytime I look up to the blue sky
I can't find any bright colors
Becuz I'm blinded by the tears I cry
It stoped raining and the sun is shining
But there is no rainbow in sight
Soon the sun will set in the horizon
And all the world will slumber in the night
But I will lie awake wondering
Just where is my silver lining in the sky
There are no rainbows or bright colors
And I can't figure out why
So since its night I'll look at the stars
I'll study the brightness of the moon
And I know that once the storm passes
My rainbow will appear soon
But there are to many demons
That turn bright colors into black
My demon is a filthy animal
He's just a monkey on my back
The demon appears in darkness
Thats why I can't sleep
So I light a match and take a hit
And smoke the demon while I weep
But I'm tired of the high
I want to get high on life
The demons must die
Kill them with a big bloody knife
When I'm free from addiction
Maybe I'll spot an angel in the sky
I'll be able to finally see my rainbow
Becuz there won't be tears in my eyes
The rainbow will shine brighter than before
And I'll be able to share the colors with you
I'm fighting the demons and I know I can win
Becuz my rainbow is way overdue
poem by Mr. Poetic
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A Night In A Coastal Village
The lights on, the church bells rung
The namaz over and evening prayers sung.
The day was over, the market bustled for a while
The kites and baloons took the kids for an exile.
There, the deep blue sea turned black,
The hot sun removed its arm back,
The dazzling moon took charge of the night,
From the great roof the stars emerged bright.
The foam rushing ashore glittered as pearls.
The great night falls heralded with singing birds.
There the waves became a bit fiercy,
Telling the tales of other shores with a breeze so icy.
The tall green trees turned dark with the night,
dancing with the invisible breeze in the moon light.
happy content people celebrated the day's retirement
and also gathered for a joyful entertainment.
In the backdropp of melifluous singing and wave's rythm
everything seemed to enjoy in that night's kingdom.
Slowly and slowly the little town was soothed to sleep.
A slight drizzle began wishing them sweet dreams.
poem by Abinaya Saravanan
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Nightsky
Red colours and orange mixed,
A hint of yellow,
The sunset begins,
Slowly it falls into the horizon,
The colours fading,
The moon is rising,
The stars are shining,
The clouds are blackening,
planets spinning and comets colliding.
A black sky, while the moon shines,
Hounds howl, while rabbits cry,
Owls fly while mice hide,
Toads leap in the night sky,
The nights ends as quick as we sleep,
The colours come back,
We awake from our dreams,
The sun rises high in the sky,
Lighting the way,
Until we once again say goodnight!
poem by Gary McPhail
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Mirror Pools Of Split Reflections
life has many mirror...
pools of split reflection...
daylight oil spreads out
across surface mirror
of water oiled in rainbow
diesel dance bright hues
watch ghost dance change
images bend twist stir
in motions across mirror
night tide dawns sweeps
away rainbows moon shines
in reflection pools ghost
image sears in your face
hot passion winds summer
chill still spine needles winter
clouds sweep across moon...
dark upon black ink dark...
penetrate dark formless mirror
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I'll build you a house!
You lady so bewitching, is your charm,
You lady, disarmed is me, your arrow, my heart is struck
As weaver birds do their houses, on tree tops
As ants make, colonies, for their queens,
As my ancestors, spear in blood they had dipped,
That, their grand sons, would build houses, for their loved ones
So, I'll build you a house, my queen,
Where my ancestors had pointed, with their walking sticks
A place with tall grass where marks were made with sticks
We'll watch the sunsets, and bless the rising moon.
I'll build you a house, my queen!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Lasso The Moon
She carries the water from the well in the morning
While the sand burns her feet the sun only stares
And the loneliness lingers with slow grasping fingers
As the afternoon withers the flowers in her hair
Then night fills the sky as she sits on the hillside
And memories drift by like clouds past the stars
Recalling romances and all the bright chances
But none of them lasted. they passed through her heart
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
She falls asleep and her dreams are her blanket
And she shares with the moon the secret she knows
As the dawn leaves its tears to wash the dry valley
The tears of a woman can wash a mans soul
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And she says -
Where is a man who can build a good fire
With a passion as wide as the sky at high noon
A man whose hand is strong as his longing
Where is the man who can lasso the moon
And I say -
I am a man who can build a good fire
And my passions as wide as the sky at high noon
Come take my hand, its as strong as your longing
Just say the word and Ill lasso the moon
song performed by by Level 42
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Fade Away
It's k-mart, the bathroom
I'm staring in the mirror
The green lights are bright
It makes the lines clearer
Heard the angel go
Cigarette smoke's all that's left
I've traded in my wings for a string of pearls
And now the string is all i've left
The light bulbs burn
Some ones in the stall
Big white
Brick wall
Makes me feel small
And i take my shirt off
Looking for a glimpse of flesh
I peel back the concrete
Hope there's still some soil left
Cuz i am fading
I am fading
I am fading away
I am fading
Just like fairy tales
Hero loses faith
I am fading
The air smells like urin
It's getting hard to breathe
I could walk out that door
But no one really ever leaves
I take all my clothing off
Trying not to forget
Stupid things like
The color of rain
And the smell of stone when it's wet
And i am naked in the mirror
With a feather in my hand
The lady comes out of the bathroom
Screaming, "oh, jesus!"
Like i was a man
And i ask her
"hey, what happens to us
When we get old and in the way?"
I guess she answered me cus' they
Took me away
And i am fading
I am fading
I am fading away
I am fading
Just like fairy tales
Hero's loses faith
And i do not know
Why or when
I guess that spring is just a leave me ??
And i am fading
I'm fading
Transcribed by leave the shadows dancing
song performed by by Jewel
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In The Mirror
In the mirror,
Can you identify the change?
Look in the mirror.
Look in the mirror.
Look in the mirror,
See once bright eyes dimmed..
Look in the mirror.
Look in the mirror.
In the mirror,
Can you see youth fading away?
Or has it gone,
To stay...
That way!
And, forever.
In the mirror,
Can you identify the change?
Look in the mirror,
See once bright eyes dimmed.
Look in the mirror.
Can you see youth fading away?
Or has it gone,
To stay...
That way!
And, forever.
Can you see youth fading away?
Or has it gone,
To stay...
That way!
And, forever.
In the mirror,
Can you identify the change?
Look in the mirror,
See once bright eyes dimmed.
Look in the mirror,
Do you recognize at all...
Who you thought was there,
When declared and defying...
Aging could be hidden and denied.
In the mirror,
Do you recognize at all...
When declared and defying...
Aging could be hidden and denied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped Within My Reflection
Standing here stairing into this mirror
My reflection stairing back at me
A tear dropp falls down its cheek
Wiping my face but nothing there
The mirror begins to cloud
My reflection starts to shiver
Placing my hand on this now cold surface
My reflection slowly places his hand against mine
My reflection breathes onto the mirror
As writting appears 'HELP ME'
My mind telling me its not real
But my eyes never fail
My heart beats faster
My soul trapped within this mirror
All along, here in front of me
Stairing me in the face
My reflection banging for freedom
Seems so real as the mirror shakes
Suddenly overcome with this strange feeling
I throw my fist to the mirror
Cracks begin to form
As my reflection stands still and smiles
Shattering into a million pieces
A sensation feeling travels through my body
Looking down i see my reflection
Tainted red as blood falls
A shard of mirror stuck in my hand
A message appears
'You Freed Me - You Freed Your Soul'
Leopards at Knole
Leopards on the gable-ends,
Leopards on the painted stair,
Stiff the blazoned shield they bear,
Or and gules, a bend of vair,
Leopards on the gable-ends,
Leopards everywhere.
Guard and vigil in the night
While the ancient house is sleeping
They three hundred years are keeping,
Nightly from their stations leaping,
Shadows black in moonlight bright,
Roof to gable creeping.
Rigid when the day returns,
Up aloft in sun or rain
Leopards at their posts again
Watch the shifting pageant's train;
And their jewelled colour burns
In the window-pane.
Often on the painted stair,
As I passed abstractedly,
Velvet footsteps, two and three,
Padded gravely after me.
- There was nothing, nothing there,
Nothing there to see.
poem by Victoria Sackville-West
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Tonight stars do twinkle (English sonnet)
Tonight stars do twinkle with their glowing light
while the wonders from God's hand do shine
and some are dim and some are white and bright
as they display a power Godly and divine
and from the moment they did begin
every night they do find their way
as Godly beacons to a world of sin
until the very break of day
while constantly they do glow
and in the darkness do appear
as if some hidden purpose they do know,
as if to them constantly Godly power is near
as they are shining always sparkling
and to onlookers some wonder and joy they do bring
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dancing On The Moon
(ian hunter/darrell bath/honest john plain)
(transcribed by colin ford)
Oh!!
Well I climbed through the fence, out with the (? ), head for the river plate(? ).
The rivers not tame, heat in the city meant dogs cant smell the same.
Dont wait up, Ill be home soon, but I cant come now cos im
Dancing on the (dancing, dancing) moon, yeah.
(dancing, dancing....)
I crawl like a snake, seen a better daybreak, I sleep when Im wide awake.
All my bodys achin, I know theyre tryin to break me, but thats a chance i
Gotta take.
Oh, dont wait up, Ill be home soon, but I cant come now cos im
Dancing, dancing, dancing (dancing on the moon) dancing, dancing, dancing on
The moon
All right.
Im outside a memphis, my motors little danger(? ) she gives me
Pharmaceuticals
Knowin my friends, they help me beat the hangman, they know Im innocent
Well thats all right, Ill be home soon, but I cant come now cos im
Dancing, dancing (dancing, dancing) on the moon
(dancing, dancing on the moon) .
I can see your house in between the trees
I can feel your body shakin in between my knees.
You know it feels so low, I come so far
I always love to have some fire on me
Youre looking so good
Well I got me a room, cant say where it is, you can guess the address
Well I need some money, need it in a special place, not try the weaknesses(? )
Wake up (? ) , nursin my wounds, I told you I was comin, I was comin home soon. yeah.
(want you, want you, want you, want you right away, )
((to fade))
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Night
The night is old, and all the world
Is wearied out with strife;
A long gray mist lies heavy and wan
Above the house of life.
Four stars burn up and are unquelled
By the low, shrunken moon;
Her spirit draws her down and down--
She shall be buried soon.
There is a sound that is no sound,
Yet fine it falls and clear,
The whisper of the spinning earth
To the tranced atmosphere.
An odour lives where once was air,
A strange, unearthly scent,
From the burning of the four great stars
Within the firmament.
The universe, deathless and old,
Breathes, yet is void of breath:
As still as death that seems to move
And yet is still as death.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Hymn
THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th' unwearied Sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly to the listening Earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
'The Hand that made us is divine.'
poem by Joseph Addison
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Ode
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim:
Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets, in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
'The Hand that made us is Divine.'
poem by Joseph Addison
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Daughters Of The Moon
DAUGHTERS OF THE MOON
In “Daughters of the Moon, ”
the moon falls to the earth,
and ends up very soon
where there's not a dearth
of ladies in a park
who, working with a spanner,
dance, nakedly quite stark
each one of them Diana,
abandoned dancing
among abandoned cars,
which I find as entrancing
as Venus is to Mars.
Joseph Farrell reviews Italo Calvino’s “The Complete Cosmicomics, ” translated by William Weaver, Tim Parks and Martin L. McLaughlin in the TLS, July 3,2009:
The later cosmicomic tales deal with days nearer our own times, and with people who live in places like New Jersey and drive cars, rather than plod over uncharted areas of the cosmos. It is possible to detect a darker side in the last stories. IN “Daughters of the Moon”, the moon falls to the earth, as in one of Leopardi’s poems, but this time it is in New York, and the moon ends up in a scrapyard with abandoned cars, to be greeted by a group of naked New York maidens, all called Diana. The scrapyard is as central as the burnt-out moon, and the tale is a protest against futile consumerism as well as a work of fantasy.
7/11/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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