She Washes Her Legs In The Fountain
sitting on the perch of the fountain
she sang to figures holding their basins
her voice cracking their ears
her voice swelling in the clouds
ripping them to tatters
her stockings are ink stained
sitting on her perch she washed her legs
and the fountain flowers fall to her feet.
behind her was a city of sapphire
surrounded by mountains of coral
and glass pine trees.
she finished washing and left a blood trail to her bed.
poem by Jerome Moore
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Perch Non Piangi Per Me
RISCHI!?!
E quando mai
Vizi!?!
E cosa vuoi
Ogni tanto vuoi qualcuno che
Che ti porti a letto b
Ah!?
SEI TRISTE!?!
E come mai
AMI!?!
Solo lui
Non ci posso proprio credere
Che
Tu mi stai addirittura piangere!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
SOFFRI!?!
E come mai
AMI!?!
Solo lui
Ogni tanto vuoi qualcuno
Che
Che mi stai addirittura piangere!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!!
PERCH NON PIANGI PER ME!!! baby
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Come up perch-cauchy3
Come up perch..
Come up perch then dropp your kick.
Get the candy a can of ices.
Laager cables bright and dim.
Cider bloods are men on-CIDES.
Come up perch then fine and fine.
Get the candy good to times.
Get the powers legs to kick.
Laager cables bright are dim.
Come up perch the laager cables.
AAC-Hens pass the power handles.
China Rome the order extra.
China Rome is all to tease.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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City In The Rain
If you find the time to get away
Opportunity may come your way
You can take a bus or catch the train
Let me tell you now you'll want to stay
Sky was brown
Trees were green
Birds all sang a song in vain
City in the rain [x3]
We were sitting in the
Sitting in the city in the rain
Won't you tell me what you came to see
Came to see the university
I trust you had a very pleasant day
Actually it wasn't quite that way
The sky was brown
Trees were green
The birds all sang a song in vain
City in the rain [x3]
We were sitting in the
Sitting in the city in the rain
Oh what fun we had
T he weather wasn't that bad
There just is no sun
Oh no here it comes
If you find the time to get away
Opportunity may come your way
You can take a bus or catch the train
Let me tell you now you'll want to stay
The sky was brown
The trees were green
The birds all sang a song in vain
City in the rain [x3]
We were sitting in the
Sitting in the city in the rain
song performed by by Travis
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Let the kite hawk have a perch, and let the eagle also have a perch. Whichever begrudges the other the right to perch, may he break a wing.
You were like a angel surrounded with sunshine
In the pool of the fountain
the sky reflect cobalt blue
and shadows fall over the inner court
and there are images sprouting up
whirling in my brain about you and me
in the pool of the fountain
and you were like a angel surrounded with sunshine
and dripping wet we embraced each other there
and shadows fall over the inner court
and even the wind blows with a chorus
and there are pure white lilies that I look at,
in the pool of the fountain
and the time with you was noble, was totally pure
or so everybody was thinking and we kept the countenance of it
and shadows fall over the inner court
drawing the two of us, line after line
and the sky is now reflecting dull blue
in the pool of the fountain
and shadows fall over the inner court.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fountain Of Filth
There it was
Just like old faithful
The eternal fountain of filthi
I took a walk straight out of town
But then I stopped and took my time for pleasure
I was alone, I looked around
I heard a voice 50 I buckled for safety
And there it was down on the ground
A pool of sound that showed my own reflection
In a fountain of filth
Eternal fountain of filth
I tried to run I couldnt move
Frozen solid while the thoughts of men
Attacked me
Out of my head the fountain shot
And drowned me in a serum that I couldnt
Put a stop to
It was me myself and I locked in a struggle
With the talking head below me
In a fountain of filth
Eternal fountain of filth
I got a hunger that makes me say things
I got a hunger that makes me do things
I got a hunger that makes me want things
Im just a victim of filth
Nowhere are we safe
From the power of
From the reach of
From the appeal of
The eternal fountain of filth
song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mi Piaci Perch
Mi piaci perch sei sporca,
perch sei sporca
mi piaci perch sei falsa, perch sei falsa
mi piaci perch sei porca, perch sei porca
mi piaci perch sei bugiarda,
perch sei bugiarda!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
Mi piaci perch sei bella, perch sei bella
mi piaci perch sei bionda,
perch sei bionda
mi piaci perch sei donna, perch sei donna
mi piaci perch c'hai la gonna,
perch c'hai la gonna!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
Mi piaci perch sei sporca,
perch sei sporca
mi piaci perch sei porca, perch sei porca
mi piaci perch sei falsa, perch sei falsa
mi piaci perch sei bastarda,
perch sei bastarda!!!
Mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi
mi piaci di pi, mi piaci di pi!
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On A Perch
Maintaining to remain on a perch,
Idealized with lofty eyes...
That sustains with decades of comforts,
And entitlements fixed unchanged...
Leaves,
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
More minds commuting...
From,
Bright sunshine with rainbows...
To massages by a pool.
With servants there to rule.
But...
Too many have been slipping from this perch.
To see reality.
And even from this perch it hurts.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when one sits on Earth.
Reality...
Can hurt one on a perch.
Reality...
Is best seen when delusions are done.
And truth is not demeaned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cry Clouds Cry (Haiti Tribute)
Cry clouds cry
tears from the heaven
showers the land as many die
so cry clouds cry
Bodies piled up in count
as many died
earth trembled beneath feet
as the heavens abide
so cry clouds cry
Children left with no hope
families broken apart
left a void in our heart
as masses quake and buildings
shake as relationships break
so cry clouds cry
Black rain fall from the sky
as to many die
all cause of so much lies
so cry clouds cry
It hurts to know you care
and for that we always hold you near
thousand left this world but we still bear
as the voice of the nation we began to hear
so cry clouds cry
Let your voice be heard
though it was observed
it brought our nation together
and that was well deserved
so cry clouds cry
poem by Robert Roberts
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Tears From A Star
They fall as endless sheets
As they flow to the ground
Some shall think of them and weep
Some shall only smile
They fall over hills over mountains
Over the heads of those who have the time to feel
They fall over fountain
The fountain of life
They fall in our thoughts our dreams
As we see them yet do not hear them
For we do not have time for childish dreams
They fall on those who no longer care
They fall on the new born babe
They fall on the old and wise
The fall to the ground to forever lay
They fall for those who leave for those who shall stay
They fall in endless sheets
Fall from the sky
From the heavens they are sent to us to know, to love
For they are tears from a star
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I Like Birds
I cant look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I wont listen to their words
cause I like
Birds
I dont care for walkin downtown
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, I like
Birds
If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
I cant stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But its alright if you act like a turd
cause I like
Birds
If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
If youre small and on a search
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
Ive got a feeder for you to perch on
song performed by by Eels
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Bottom
Lift your head up from the clouds
I know that you're shaking
Breaking down
How could you leave me
Garbage can
Never want to be your understand
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Lord can you help me get this weight off my shoulders
Can you help me I think I'm getting older
The pain that you left me deep within
How can I live living in sin
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
Sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom
How many times I gotta say
That you're never ever gonna get your way
Down in the gutter as I decay
Where you gonna leave me
Let me be
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me understand
And you know that I've tried
Don't you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now I'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
[x2]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
[x2]
Sticks and stones breaking my bones
No your words aren't never gonna hurt me
And you know that I've tried
And you know
Lord knows I've tried every day of my life
Sitting at the bottom, sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
Now i'm sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
I'm just sitting at the bottom with you
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blood stained top
My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.
My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained
See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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Jigsaw
Here we hear that a perch stands for fish or for pole, -
though this pole can be twenty four feet long or square –
or a pole upon which
a kingfisher can perch
before diving to fish for his dinner dish.
Don’t consider it rude if we add that a rood
is the same as a perch, or a pole or a rod,
and a rood is a Cross, so please don’t become cross
as we must get across that this cross can be square, -
and this square cross can lengthwise be measured – so there!
A pole, too, is a fish, somewhat flounderish
with fine fins which swish and a face like a dish.
Thus kingfisher must fish for his dish, and that dish is a dish,
so lets face it in anguish, - a dish is a dish is a fish!
As a face is a head, and a head is a poll
which tells who is ahead, or shows what each prole
thought of what someone said:
and a wat, as all know, is a temple Cambo –
all the sages who sow seeds of wisdom say, - oh,
to all this don’t say ‘No! ’
Then watt brings us a light which shines down in the night, -
though this seems ‘out of sight’, you should now see the light, -
that kingfishers alight as they perch on their pole
ere they pounce on their poll
for to search for their perch,
for the soul of the sole in the shoal.
What rude fishermen do
before rod poles align
with a line from their perch to their perch.
Like the kingfisher too, bird of brilliant hue,
is our parrot, Poll, who is no stranger to you.
When he’s not being rude he tends somewhat to brood
or repeat through and through, as in these lines I do.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Just Make It Stop
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Fist flying.
Object Throwing.
Door Slamming.
Here's my pause button.
Cranking up the music and start jamming.
For its my only way out.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
It forever sits upon a child's mind.
Was it something he did?
Is that why daddy smacks mommy around?
Is that why mommy brings a different man day after day.
Which is my real father.
A bastard by definition.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
With a needle in her arm and she does not wake.
What am I to do now.
Do I call 911 in the attempts to save her.
These questions constantly stir.
A life in a melting pot.
I wonder how I will turn out.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Now shes sitting in the bath tub.
Slashes across her wrist.
Blood soaked water.
Is their any way I could have prevented this?
She is ready to die.
And as a child I'm ready to cry.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.
~Being a good mother is the most important thing in the world.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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La Mia Lente
Per chi la solitudine
a volte un'amica
come un cerotto
su una ferita,
per chi non si rialzer pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi crede che no
sopportarsi a vivere
insieme non si pu
e non vuole provarci pi
Ed per questo
che anche se il finale
non ce l'ho
comunque il nostro libro
lo scriver...
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui
guardo nel futuro
per capire dove andrei
E perch tu sei,
il soggetto su cui
questo libro scriverei
o meglio scriveremo io e te
Per chi ha dimenticato che
ci ha creduto s
comunque in fondo
ancora ci crede un po'
Per chi non si scoprir pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi non crede
che si pu
perch un uomo non
solo ci che stato
ma anche ci
che potrebbe essere
Ed per questo che
anche se il finale non ce l'ho
comunque questo libro
lo scriver ..
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui...
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
`The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
`The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
poem by William Blake
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Hypnos On Ida
[Iliad, B. XIV. V. 283]
They then to fountain-abundant Ida, mother of wild beasts,
Came, and they first left ocean to fare over mainland at Lektos,
Where underneath of their feet waved loftiest growths of the woodland.
There hung Hypnos fast, ere the vision of Zeus was observant,
Mounted upon a tall pine-tree, tallest of pines that on Ida
Lustily spring off soil for the shoot up aloft into aether.
There did he sit well-cloaked by the wide-branched pine for concealment,
That loud bird, in his form like, that perched high up in the mountains,
Chalkis is named by the Gods, but of mortals known as Kymindis.
poem by George Meredith
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Friends
my brown dog
under my legs
a blue bird
a hand away
a water fountain
a blue bird drinking
my hand on the brown dog
my legs and hands reaching
my mouth drinking water
the water fountain
doing some other things
besides hearing the world
the people in front of you
they are not your friends
there is this bar
that is that bench
words keep talking
ears shut
got to play with words
multi-tasking and evasive
believe me not
i do what is to be done now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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