A Poem of Gratitude to Jazz Greats
I'd like to thank ol' Charlie Parker
That my darkest moods didn't get darker,
I'd like to thank John Coltrane
For easing my existential pain,
But most of all I'd like to thank
My special friend Thelonius Monk,
He made me happier when I was sober
And calmed my spirits when I was drunk!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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If i didn't have you
If I didn't have a friend like you,
I'm afraid I don't know what I would do,
You saved me,
Brought me through my darkest days,
I hurt you,
And i never forgive myself for that,
But i need you to know,
How much you mean to me,
As you are the greatest,
The bestest,
The specialist,
Friend that anyone could ever hope for,
And all though i'm not the best,
I hope you know that you are special to me,
i thank you,
for not judging me,
For getting to know me,
And for putting up with my silliness,
My hyponess,
You are the best friend,
Anyone could ever wish for,
So next time you're feeling down,
remember how you make me feel,
And how you always cheer me up.
poem by Charlie Bones
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To A Special Friend
To a special friend that helped me during my darkest days.
To a special friend that showed me that loves comes in many ways.
To a special friend that is able to understand my grueling pain.
To a special friend that helped me find all my lost remains.
To a special friend that showed me the light.
To a special friend that fought by my side when I couldnt handle the fight.
To a special friend that helped me stand on the days I fell apart.
To a special friend that healed this torn heart.
For all the peace you brought me.
For all the love you gave me.
For the hand you have given me.
For the courage you gave me to live another day
To that special friend that helped me realized the truth
I say Thank You..
Me
if you weren't you, who would you like to be?
Paul McCartney Gustav Mahler
Alfred Jarry John Coltrane
Charlie Mingus Claude Debussy
Wordsworth Monet Bach and Blake
Charlie Parker Pierre Bonnard
Leonardo Bessie Smith
Fidel Castro Jackson Pollock
Gaudi Milton Munch and Berg
Belà Bartók Henri Rousseau
Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns
Lukas Cranach Shostakovich
Kropotkin Ringo George and John
William Burroughs Francis Bacon
Dylan Thomas Luther King
H. P. Lovecraft T. S. Eliot
D. H. Lawrence Roland Kirk
Salvatore Giuliano
Andy Warhol Paul Uzanne
Kafka Camus Ensor Rothko
Jacques Prévert and Manfred Mann
Marx Dostoevsky
Bakunin Ray Bradbury
Miles Davis Trotsky
Stravinsky and Poe
Danilo Dolci Napoleon Solo
St John of the Cross and
The Marquis de Sade
Charles Rennie Mackintosh
Rimbaud Claes Oldenburg
Adrian Mitchell and Marcel Duchamp
James Joyce and Hemingway
Hitchcock and Bunuel
Donald McKinlay Thelonius Monk
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Matthias Grunewald
Philip Jones Grifths and Roger McGough
Guillaume Apollinaire
Cannonball Adderley
René Magritte
Hieronymus Bosch
Stéphane Mallarmé and Alfred de Vigny
Ernst Mayakovsky and Nicolas de Stael
Hindemith Mick Jagger Durer and Schwitters
Garcia Lorca
and
last of all
me.
poem by Adrian Henri
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Charlie Parker Loves Me
Silent as a willow tree
This road moves like a, a river to me
Sun goes down on Wisdom Street
Break the glass and throw away the key
Somewhere out where the fates collide (collide)
Cigarettes and candlelight
I sit here in the lone cafe
So stripped away (oh, oh)
So stripped away
Ah, huh
Huhhuh
Oh, ah, oh, ah
Everybody knows
I'm your street corner Romeo
Everybody knows
You're my Juliet in rags
And Charlie Parker loves me
Sit with me forever more
Is the draft too cold when they open door
Seem to me whenever you're drunk
And we'll drift away, drift away (drift away)
Ah, huh
Huhhuh
Oh, ah, oh, ah
Everybody knows (everybody)
I'm your street corner Romeo (oh, yeah)
Everybody knows
You're my Juliet in rags
And Charlie Parker loves me (ooh)
I feel your heart beat underneath my skin
Like a New Orleans night
But the rain can't get in
So red-hot dig the beat up underneath a cool, cool night
And the glass moonlight of spring
Everybody knows (ooh)
I'm your street corner Romeo (oh, yeah)
Everybody knows (know, yeah)
You're my Juliet in rags
Everybody knows (everybody knows)
I'm your street corner Romeo, yes, I am
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody knows (yeah)
You're my Juliet in rags
And Charlie Parker loves me (ooh)
Everybody knows
(I'm listenin' to ya, Charlie)
I'm your street corner Romeo
(Bird is fly high tonight)
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Charlie Parker loves me
Everybody knows [yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]
(Fly away, Charlie)
I'm your street corner Romeo
(I'm listenin' to ya, Charlie) [oh, yeah-eh]
Everybody knows
(Everybody, everybody knows)
You're my Juliet in rags
And Charlie Parker loves me
Charlie Parker loves me
Charlie Parker loves me
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I didn't know what the hell Charlie Parker was playing... I just liked the way he played.
quote by Charlie Watts
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If you can get a twelve year-old kid to go listen to Thelonius Monk, what more do you want? Do you want a big pile of cash, too? That's a home run for me.
quote by Jimmy Chamberlin
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Gartloney Rats
The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
Theyd drink porter in mauras way over in fore
And never get drunk but stay sober
There was harry the banjo and dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing hed beat the bodhran
And the song that hed sing was of ganders and all
Hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was woods on the guitar and auld squeeze box too
Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew
Hed sit in a corner and mule quite a few
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was mahon the singer who knew all the songs
And never was known to put a foot wrong
Hed sing through the night till the break o the morn
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Then harry the banjo now there was a man
A bottomless pit if ever there was one
More porter hed lower that there was in the land
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Well the gartloney rats would play away
Theyd play for the pints and not for the pay
And the pints theyd go down in the usual way
And theyd never get drunk but stay sober
song performed by by Pogues
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You Only Tell Me You Love Me When Youre Drunk
What a performance tonight
Should I react or turn off the light
Looks like youre picking a fight
In a blurring of wrong and right
But how your mood chances
Youre a devil, now an angel
Suddenly subtle and solemn
And silent as a monk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
Its better than nothing I suppose
Some doors have openend
Others closed
But I couldnt see you exposes
To the horrors behind some of those
Somebody said listen dont you know
What youre missing
You should be kissing him instead of
Dissing him like a punk
But you only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
All of my friends
Keep asking me why, oh why
Do you not say goodbye
If you dont even try youll be sunk
cause you only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
Whats the meaning
When you speak with so much feeling
Is it over when youre sober
Is it junk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Hurting inside me! !
Help me please
Underneath it hurts
Really badly
Taking my breath away
Instant pain
Never easing
Growing every minute
Instant pain
Never stops
Stop before you scar me deep
Inside I'm screaming
Dying helplessly
Every heartbeat causes pain
My very last breath
Easing the pain as I drift
! !
This is one of those acrostic poems!
poem by Becky Ginn
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No Boyscout
He was a friend
of a friend.
A dirty undercover cop
that would set you up
and then bust your ass.
Selling drugs,
or guns,
or minors,
and then,
once caught,
for a price,
let you go,
and sell it
all
elsewhere.
I met him again
in his bar
doing a choke
kill all
hold
on a fat child
selling peanuts
He was drunk:
I knew
as he had left his gun
behind. Him
having the urge
and the tendency
to fire it
when drunk.
I didn't’t like what I saw,
but him being a friend,
of a friend
and a man
you:
living on the edge
in the gray zone
of the written law
didn't want as your enemy,
let it slide,
having sold out
of morals for less
than that,
like a god lay
or momentary oblivion.
I left at five
having sampled
and tried
everything
but the minors.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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I Am Thy Friend.............thy Friend
When the world brutally turns you away
A friend will not say no
There is strength that we all have
It's not the strength we show
And in your darkest hour
In your darkest nights
Whatever life will do
I am here for you
Think of me wherever you are
When it seems like you're reaching the end
Call on me, know in your heart
On one you can always depend
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
Though we're far away
The sky and the stars above are the same
And when you feel alone
There's one who shares your pain
A true friend has no price
There is none to pay
I remember you stood by me
I'm with you all the way
Think of me wherever you are
when it seems like you're reaching the end
Call on me, know in your heart
one who will always defend
Though we're far away
the sky and the stars above are the same
I am thy friend
I am thy friend
………… Thy friend
poem by Leonard Rebello
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Drunken Life
Drunken Life
I wake up on a Sunday Morning
To the sound of cars horning
Smelling of booze
And a particular ooze
No wash, no breakfast, no amount of food
Can put me in my desired frame of mood
All dressed
From yesterdays mess
I am ready to visit my favourite spot
This is where I once fought
A pub with loads of alcohol
Where I can stand up all mighty and tall
Six pints of lager
And I stagger
But hold on it is not yet over
For I am in Dover in my Rover
Prepared for a sleepover from any type of hangover
I am now boarding a ferry
As I am high and merry
To Calais a land of gold
For the old and bold so I am told
I am hoping to smuggle without a fine
6 cartons of cigarettes and 6 cartons of wine
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
6 shots of spirits
And I am ready to vomit
So I sit while I take out my kit
A special small emergency bucket
So I can pour out my juices like a rocket
People in the city
Look at me and feel pity
As I beg for change
What a shame at my age
I still want more
For this body is hardcore
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
With a bottle of beer in one hand
I wave it around like a magic wand
My head is spinning
I am no longer winning
I slumber to the street
My body has given up in defeat
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
I find myself waking up in a cell
Just as I dreamt that I fell
It is cold and freezing as hell
From my face you can easily tell
A policeman says to me
By the way I forgot to mention
Six more cautions
And you will spend the entire winter season
In one of the worst prisons
Please I say, I will not do it again
I may be stupid but I am definitely not insane
I am immediately released
As if infectiously diseased
Outside I think of some gin and tonic
And start to begin to feel quite erotic
Stop I say for today
I need to take a break
For my life is at stake
This is the life of a sadistic drunk
It’s quite a contrast from that of a monk
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Drunken Messiah
When Jesus had a hangover
They cancelled Mass that morning;
He'd been out with Magdelan on the booze
Ignoring His Mother's warning.
He said 'I'll do just as I choose
And turn the water into wine
And if you say you don't like it
You'll share the fate of the Gaderene swine! '
But Joseph was a bit annoyed
That Jesus gave His Mother grief -
He said 'You're getting above Yourself,
What's all this fuss about Belief? '
It was then that the Good Lord replied
'I'm sorry I got drunk,
I know I should be crucified
But I'd rather become a Trappist monk! '
Of course, our Saviour didn't know
That crucifixion was His fate,
He didn't know He was our God
Or perhaps He realized too late!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who cannot walk
I have a friend all he does is talk
I have a friend, Philippe is his name
I have a friend and we are just the same
I have a friend he’s seventeen years old
I have a friend who has a heart of gold
I have a friend who would catch me if I fall
It is only that he has no legs at all
I have a friend and when my friend was seven
A car ran over him and he almost went to heaven
I have a friend with a smile that I adore
I have a friend who lives in a house of four
I have a friend his family is his home
I have a friend who dreams of visiting Rome
I have a friend who is still finishing school
Yet some people tell him that for that he is a fool
I have a friend they say he is disabled
He has no legs and for that he is labeled
I have a friend who has a friend
They were made for each other; their love will never end
I have a friend who likes to name the stars
I have a friend and what he hates is cars
I have a friend who’s happier than you and me
I have a friend who’s shown me how happy I can be
I have a friend who’s had his bad times too
I have a friend who’s better than me and you
I have a friend so dear to me and kind
That another one like him I shall never find!
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The Light of Christ In The Present Darkness
As the world becomes much darker, we have one hope that's brighter,
And as this world sinks even lower, our hope above is even higher,
Many people alive today look to a world body for the hope it brings,
And there is a darker man of deception who is waiting in the wings.
He's coming with a plan for peace while promising many other things,
But, through his false deceptive peace he will destroy many beings.
So as the days do get darker, we must indeed shine forth our light,
For the very day that we are raptured, will become the darkest night.
The needed Light for this darkness is The Light of Christ my friend,
He's the only Hope for the entire world as it spins towards the end.
After Christ left the earth He sent The Spirit with power and might,
For its The Holy Spirit within us who helps us send forth His Light.
For God gave us not a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of His power,
And that my friend should encourage us in the darkness of this hour.
But many Christians allow the world to put a basket over their light,
When the time it is really needed, is in the darkness of the night.
All through David's darkest trials, he joyfully lifted up The Lord,
Even in his darkest hour with true repentance his light was restored.
With the day almost over, like King David, we can say in the night,
You are my lamp, O LORD; for the LORD turns my darkness into light.
(Copyright © 10/2002)
When I played drunks I had to remain sober because I didn't know how to play them when I was drunk.
quote by Richard Burton
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What's The Use Of Getting Sober
Dv = deep voice, sv = squeaky voice
Dv: boy, you listen to your old pappy
Sv: yeah, pappy
Dv: and stop drinking so much
Sv: i'm-i'm ain't been doing so much drinking, pappy
Dv: shut up, boy! you drink all day and you drink all night and you know, son, that that ain't right
Sv: oh pappy, you just give me a chance. i, i can, i . . .
Dv: shut up, boy! boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
Sv: i know that . . .
Dv: look likes your dear old pappy - about to blow your wig
Sv: oh i'm gonna blow my wig, pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Dv:
I went out last night about half past one
Thought i'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way i was feeling you know what i wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if i was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober if you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well i've been thinking
But i keep drinking
I guess i'm 'bout lose my mind
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Theres Always [[ dedicated to Keiaire Patrick]]
Theres always a friend in some ones life
that's just like the girl right here.
The girl that will scream something stupid in my ear.
Theres always a friend that tells you what to do.
A little bossy, but she always wants the best for you.
Theres always a friend who will come and save the day
when your bummed out, stressed out, and all the other things i can't say.
Theres always a friend that even if you argue with her she will come back, because thats your friend and she loves you thats a [[ fact.]]
Theres always a special friend who you will love and tresure until the end.
A girl named Keiaire is that special person in my life.
The special friend that was always there.
The special friend that will always care.
poem by Jennifer Marcelino
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Nothing Is Missed and No Hearts Beat
I was driving home alone at the end of day
after three days of being away.
Lara sounded pleased on the telephone
that I was at last coming home.
As I accelerated out of a double bend,
beside me sat a departed friend.
How can that be my friend was dead,
was he truly here, or in my head?
“Hello Ben, I didn’t mean to startle you,
but your time on Earth is almost through.
I’m here to help you to your next chapter,
that’s what we call the life here after.”
My imagination is playing tricks with me,
I saw Charlie buried in the cemetery.
The dead are dead and can’t just reappear,
Charlie’s gone, and can’t be here.
“Sad but true Ben, but I have to see this through
and I’m only too happy to accompany you.
Try not to worry too much, I’ll be by your side,
we're fast approaching the next divide.”
The brakes failed and the car spun in the air,
what happened next I was unaware.
Daylight became night then light once again,
I was no longer solid and felt no pain.
Charlie led me to a place called the one way gate
where one bids farewell to a life of fate,
where everything in time eventually meets,
where nothing is missed and no hearts beat.
I became a swirling wind in a tunnelled cloud
away from the light where whispers grew loud.
All about me had turned to an Earthly dark,
I could see a streetlight and hear a dog bark.
Well at least I wasn’t dead and that’s a fact,
my seatbelt was still on and my body’s intact.
As I moved my head and looked into the sky
I could see friend Charlie waving goodbye.
poem by Orlando Belo
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What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You're Gonna Get Drunk Again)
(words and music by Bubsy Meyers)
[DV = dark voice, SV = squeaky voice]
DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy
SV: Yeah, Pappy
DV: And stop drinking so much
SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy
DV: Shut up, boy! You drink all day
and you drink all night
and you know, son, that that ain't right
SV: Oh Pappy, you just give me a chance. I, I can, I...
DV: Shut up, boy!
Boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
SV: I know that...
DV: Look likes your dear old Pappy - about to blow your wig
SV: Oh I'm gonna blow my wig, Pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
DV: I went out last night about half past one
Thought I'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way I was feeling you know what I wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if I was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober
If you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well I've been thinking
But I keep drinking
I guess I'm 'bout lose my mind
(C) Leeds Music Ltd.
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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