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The Foreboding

You will not find them here, or anywhere perhaps,
But every now and then there is a hint
Of empty streets,
And down past alleyways and hidden squares
The tall, dry rooms of our illicit love.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sugar Man

There are shadows on the sidewalks
Of the city streets at night,
And the alleyways and ugly things
Are hidden from the light.
And somewhere, son, my babys
Gonna sell her soul again,
For a custom tailored lady-killer
They call sugar man.
I searched the backstreet barrooms,
And every cheap hotel,
Asking for my baby; they all knew her well.
Well, they said, shes out there working
For the wages of her sin,
And if you want to find your baby, baby,
Look for sugar man.
Well, tonight I found her
On the sorry side of town
Lying cold upon the bed
Where she had laid her body down.
I picked up the needle that had fallen from her hand
And stuck it through the money she had made for sugar man.
There are shadows on the sidewalks
Of the city streets at night
And the alleyways and ugly things
Are hidden from the light.
But the suns gonna shine tomorrow
On some dirty gargage cans,
And a custom tailored lady-killer
They called sugar man.

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline
Of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
Of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I woke
And felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair
With my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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The Downtown Lights

Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
It's all right, can't you see
The downtown lights
In love we're all the same
We're walking down an empty street
And with nobody callin' your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights
*How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know you feel it
How do I know it's true
Can't you see
Nobody loves you this way
It's all right
Tonight and every night
Let's go walking down the city streets
Let's walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right, the endless sight
The downtown lights
It will be all right
It will be all right
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(*Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Downtown lights
The neons and the cigarettes
The rented rooms and rented cars
The crowded streets, the empty bars
Chimneytops, trumpets
The golden lights, the loving prayers
Colored shoes, the empty trains
I'm tired of cryin' on the stairs
Downtown lights
It'll be all right
It'll be all right

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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An Empty Nest

I find an old deserted nest,
Half-hidden in the underbrush:
A withered leaf, in phantom jest,
Has nestled in it like a thrush
With weary, palpitating breast.

I muse as one in sad surprise
Who seeks his childhood's home once more,
And finds it in a strange disguise
Of vacant rooms and naked floor,
With sudden tear-drops in his eyes.

An empty nest! It used to bear
A happy burden, when the breeze
Of summer rocked it, and a pair
Of merry tattlers told the trees
What treasures they had hidden there.

But Fancy, flitting through the gleams
Of youth's sunshiny atmosphere,
Has fallen in the past, and seems,
Like this poor leaflet nestled here,--
A phantom guest of empty dreams.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Truth of Wealth

You can take the riches
Of lords and ladies of court
Keep them all for all I care
The only wealth I care to seek
Is a good friend and woman to love
A stately home is well enough
But empty rooms follow empty rooms
And the garnish of falsehood
Those people who humour for the self
That they are invited to parties
The soirees of the self involved
Are not to my particular taste
I prefer the values of friendship
The honesty and support I find
In those who are there, and counted
When the is nothing to gain
The company of a friend
The companionship of a beautiful girl
That is what I have come to find
As the markings of the truest wealth

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Hidden Talent

Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)

song performed by by America
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America Revisited

put down your crack bowls
and your republican flags...
and let's go walking thru
the streets and alleys of America....

let's walk past the empty houses
with foreclosure signs in the yard...
past the vacant factory buildings
where the homeless break in
at night and sleep...

past the lily white churches
and the dead zone schools...
past the county jails and the courthouses
and the rooms where lawyers
buy and sell justice...

past the housing projects
where babies buy groceries...
down to the tent cities where
dreams hang in the air like opium.

down the dark streets where young
girls and boys sell their bodies
for their vampire pimps...
and everyday citizens buy them!

down to the unemployment offices
where angry people stand in
numbered lines...
past renegade gas pumps
guarded by dollar store slaves...

past the words of Jefferson, Franklin,
and Thomas Paine....
to the hypnotic ads of puffy-faced
liars with titles and plans...

down to the cemetary where
the last shreds of freedom
lie in unmarked graves....
and we call this....

America!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bequeathed

Illicit trde,
Explained,
Globally;
Shipped from South Africa to meet you,
And the annual value is now recorded in your book.

Bequeathed, bate, heated, at, he, had, tea, eat, ate, heed, hed, head;
And like the muse of your love in South Africa! !
But, this illicit trade is estimated at One Billion Dollars!

Bequeathed, be, bee, beat, bath, head, bathed, bat, tab, heat, hat, had;
With the acts of your muse in this illicit business! !
But, try to think of the people your are destroying;
For, your illicit money will not gain you the heavens!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Streets Of Little Italy

(robbie seidman)
Producer for bonnie: desmond child
The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old new york
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched
San gennaros festival
Masquerades in the dark...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
The oceans and the years
That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are
And how weak they are...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night
Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little italy

song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Requim: Armistice Day 1995

This year
the dead are blind
and do not seem to hear
our prayers.
Nor do they seem to mind
that we now own
what they once thought was theirs.

Here
they shed no tear
at all the pain
they left behind.

Now,
when they come again,
they only find
echoes of the long-ago,
and landscapes that they hardly know;
deserted buildings, unpeopled streets,
lonely corridors, empty rooms,
where each his own image meets
in every shape it now assumes.

poem by Brian Taylor
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Requiem: Armistice Day 1995

This year
the dead are blind
and do not seem to hear
our prayers.
Nor do they seem to mind
that we now own
what they once thought was theirs.

Here
they shed no tear
at all the pain
they left behind.

Now,
when they come again,
they only find
echoes of the long-ago,
and landscapes that they hardly know;
deserted buildings, unpeopled streets,
lonely corridors, empty rooms,
where each his own image meets
in every shape it now assumes.

poem by Brian Taylor
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Love At First Sight

I dash across the busy streets,
One wet and cloudy day.
To buy myself some savory sweets,
I trip a clumsy way,
Plonk down on my fanny seats.

I look around from where I lay,
A man dashes across the busy streets.
He comes near me, eyes striking blue,
He speaks and says, 'Miss, can I help you? '

Stands over me, reach out his hands,
He pulls me up, from where he stands
A tall, dark stranger, man oh man!
Handsome devil, I am a fan!

He smiles, one thousand watt,
At least that's what I thought!
Is he my knight in shining armor?
Who knows, He could be a farmer!

What if it's destiny call?
Shall I pick up, take the call?
Shall I open or close the wall?
Oh my, blue eyes is really tall.....
Perhaps Love at first sight?
Perhaps I can be right.

To love someone is gamble,
To love someone can take a tumble,
If we find love to be a struggle,
That's not love, it spells trouble.

Copyright Philo Yan September 1,2012

poem by Philo Yan
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Novims Nightmare

Once I had a dream, that worried me
Like a drunken guillotine
Lingering just above my head
Why, why, why, why?
Why was I born the nine
Cursed repeatedly
Who would know if I should die.
No one needed me
Doo doo doo doo doo
Dark and empty was the place to which Id come
Cold and silent was the house my name was on
Nine rooms and a tomb in every one
Sdark and empty was the place to which Id come
All at once my bones began to change
I was tall and young again,
Sweet as rain falling on the snow
Who, who, who, who?
Who is he, who am i, and
What laid in between?
How can I say goodbye? no one let me in
Cant see no need for nine no more
Now its too late to open the door.

song performed by by Cat Stevens
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There At The Cave Door Of The Old Church

there at the cave door of the old church
you shall enter

move farther. move some more until you reach
the dead end corner
where the windows are little squares
lighted by the small fingers of the sun
shining all day

find our some truths of squares
lights and shadows of the past of this old church
on its window and door

have you gone to the old church in Baclayon?
have you seen this old door and window?

tell me if it is true that there are no more choices
in your life.

what they are saying is not really true.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I did not find Liverpool ugly. Her stately public buildings, broad streets, public squares, and noble statues redeem her from the charge.

quote by M.E.W. Sherwood
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And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds

When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn't stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.
I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.
I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me -because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I'd rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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In the Midnight Hour

When we meet
in the midnight hour
country girl
I will bring you night flowers
coloured like your eyes
in the moonlight
in the midnight
hour

I remember

Your cold hand
held for a moment among strangers
held for a moment among dripping trees
in the midnight hour

I remember

Your eyes coloured like the autumn landscape
walking down muddy lanes
watching sheep eating yellow roses
walking in city squares in winter rain
kissing in darkened hallways
walking in empty suburban streets
saying goodnight in deserted alleyways

in the midnight hour

Andy Williams singing `We'll keep a Welcome in the
Hillsides' for us
When I meet you at the station
The Beatles singing `We Can Work it Out' with James
Ensor at the harmonium
Rita Hayworth in a nightclub singing `Arcade Mia'

I will send you armadas
of love vast argosies of flowers
in the midnight hour
country girl

when we meet

in the moonlight
midnight
hour
country girl

I will bring you

yellow
white
eyes
bright
moon
light
mid
night
flowers
in the midnight hour.

poem by Adrian Henri
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Art Of Hint

The scent, the taste
The sight, the hearing
The touch, the instinct
Hint plays with our senses

True love or only lust
Growing fear or hidden anger
Beautiful lie or ugly truth
Hint shimmers from the body

Whether strong, whether soft
Unintentional slip, of perfectly planned
Whether puzzling, whether ignored
Hint scattered everywhere

From good news, till the worst scenario
From common sign, to the weirdest attention
The gnawing scar, the flash of glance
Hint whispers to our feeling

The mock in smile, the smile in eyes
The cry in rebel, the rebel in song
The rejection in agreement, the agreement in denial
Hint layered with many sugar

A piece of paper, a micro expression
Tons of questions, lots experience
A direct subject, a mixed signal
Hint needs an interpretation

By curiosity or by wild fantasy
To solve mystery, to prove a crime
The key to your answer or just a false clue
Hint is relied to your belief

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Private Message

I want you so badly
Too bad that you slammed me
And when you are reading the words I write
You think that I'm just some dumb horny guy
I'm trying to show you
A hint of my coolness
But I can't give up on this secret deed
Cuz love is so empty
When you can cheat
Hold my hand
Tell me that you love me
For who i am
But I can't give up on this secret deed
Cuz love is so empty
When you can cheat
Hold my hand
Tell me that you love
For who i am
I'm trying to show you
A hint of my coolness

song performed by by Weezer
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Star

I'm standing in the face of the storm
where I will learn which way to go
I feel like I am true to form
But still I want to take it slow
I know from the past
where I'm wrong
so let things come in a different way
I am waiting for a star to fall down
need someone around
from time to time
when I'm walking the streets of my hometown
is there someone for me to find
Now time has come to say goodbye
to all the things I couldn't find
wherever I might go tonight
at least I have made up my mind
I know from the past
where I'm wrong
I'll let things come in a different way
I am waiting for a star to fall down
need someone around
from time to time
when I'm walking the streets of my hometown
is there someone for me to find
I know from the past
where I'm wrong
so let things come in a different way
I will be there (I am waiting)
I will be there (for a star to fall down)
someone from time to time
I will be there (when I'm walking the streets)
I will be there (of my hometown)
Is there someone for me to find
I am waiting for a star to fall down
need someone around
from time to time
when I'm walking the streets of my hometown
is there someone for me to find

song performed by by E-type
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