Across the Bourse - 0116 - Initial Version
To gall, then gloom, did bear incline
Through Gaul when doom bid share decline.
I
once, twixt the spying strollers saw
dunce sixty sighing brokers sore.
Where skill may still preserve or flaw,
there ill they will deserve a floor.
Sots, they(re no hedge, nor ever sure,
whats their knowledge? poor, never more.
They'd steer, ears bent, cold rumour's roar,
strayed, veer, fearslent, old humours bore,
for where they read stock set to soar,
your share may red b[l]ock net blue score.
They've Will to lend on margin small
Save till, true end, gone Charge in call!
Fie!
(1 April 1976)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Across the Bourse - 0116
To gall, then gloom, did bear incline
Through Gaul when doom bid share decline.
Wall Street at last turns dust, seeds crash
fall meet, fat past earns rust, greed's cash.
Bear Stearns and Lehmann's fall from grace,
their churns banned be, plans stall, dumb race.
Intent on gain, reign clover paid,
In tent on rain, pain overweighed.
Once free, see sighing traders sore
dunce be key spying raiders raw.
Glance shows descent meant warning clear,
chance flows, resentment dawning here.
Where skill may still preserve or flaw,
there ill they will deserve a floor.
Sots, they're no hedge, nor ever sure,
whats their knowledge? poor, never more.
They'd steer, ears bent, cold rumour's roar,
strayed, veer, fears lent, old humours bore.
For where they read stock set to soar,
your share may red [b]lock net blue score.
They've Will to spend on margin small
Save till [t]rue end gone Charge in call!
(1 October 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Small Plot Of Land
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
Hes less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer cant
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
song performed by by David Bowie
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Nanny's Chore - 0112 - Initial Version
Falls with full force
on all fours.
Crawls on the floor,
muddy paws.
Calls from the door,
sobbing sore.
Dressed in small drawers,
bawls for more,
and more, and more,
poor Nanny's chore!
(24 March 1976)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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George Menzies Poems
One day, while passing 'long the road.
On a small book we almost trod;
Its leaves were scattered o'er the ground,
We picked them up, and when we found
The author's name, it did inspire
Us with a very strong desire
To read the little volume through,
For most of it to us was new.
He doth sing of land of heather,
And Canadian scenes together ;
He did adore Niagara's roar
Where mighty flood o'er falls doth pour.
But poet's lives are often brief,
And he lead his full share of grief-
Which to his life did gloom impart ;
But, he bore up with his brave heart.
poem by James McIntyre
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Blue On Blue
Blue on blue
Skys in your eyes
Steer you away like I wasnt here
Where do you go when you fantasize
That you wish Id disappear
Leave you to dreaming and leave you alone
Lost in a world thats all your own
Can I come, too
Blue on blue
Dreams like you are making now
Are very hard to share
All I ask is one small favor
Dream a dream and wish me there
Gold on gold, sun in your hair
Spinning the rainbow, weaving the wind
Bluing the dye for the midnight air
Counting the gold at the rainbows end
Rapier princess whispers your name
Out of the time before I came
Ill never know
Gold on gold
Dreams like you are making now
Are very hard to share
All I ask is one small favor
Dream a dream and wish me there
Blue on blue
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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What is a Friend?
True friends will never let each other down
True friends will tell each other when they are right or wrong
True friends listen to their problems without casting judgment
True friends are never afraid to tell you like it is
A true friend knows when to say no
A true friend will never flop you
A true friend will be supportive of all you do
A true friend will be there to dry your weeping eyes
A true friend will lend a shoulder for you to cry on
A true friend cares how you are doing
A true friend cares about your day-to-day life
A true friend always calls and checks up on you
A true friend gives of himself/herself without asking for anything in return
A true friend would not lend you money but give you whatever they can
A true friend may argue, fuss, and fight with you but will always be there for you
A true friend forgives you for your shortcomings
A true friend will come to your aid no matter what time of day it is
A true friend doesn’t wait to hear from you to make the first call
A true friend just calls to chitchat with you
A true friend is like a Godsend in times of perils
A true friend is always welcoming
A true would give you the coat off their backs
A true friend knows enough is enough
A true friend will be by your side when you need them the most
A true friend will run an intercept or blockage for you
True friends will CYA for each other
True friends knows that this world wasn’t promised to us
True friends make the best of a bad situation
True friends keeps each others secretes
True friends keeps no secretes from one another
True friends share each other’s lives
A true friend is forever
Are you a true friend?
Ask yourself that question
Can you be a true friend?
Do you deserve a good friend?
There are no goodbyes in life, just hellos
Hello friend
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Hollywood Holiday
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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I'm One Of You
Come
share with me your laughter
share with me your pain
share with me your strength
share with me your fear
share with me your despair
share with me your hopes and dreams
share with me your love
share with me your life...
Trust me...
I'm one of you.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Point Of Departure
As we walked along
side by side
together
yet infinitely apart.
I asked
constantly internally
self same
perplexing question.
How can one
soar like an eagle
when one
walks with a turkey?
I wanted to scream
come fly with me
share my love
blend in thought.
Climb serenity
tree encompassing knowledge
among high sweeping branches
cast forth upon solar winds.
Soar through universe
share unknown splendor
merge minds
eternally entwined.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dust to Dust We Go
DUST TO DUST WE GO
Dawn saw fame borne away to flame no more
Undone our time, light's boon, for dust bests fun -
Sun's one hour rhyme, - night's soon sure, rust rests run.
Torn core, aims shorn, waylays true name so poor.
Thorn store shames born day's plays, few claim crow - chore
Once spun power mimes fight, loon scores crust, jest done.
Dunce - shun tower chimes' rite, noon whores' lust, gest stun.
Unpure frame, worn, frays, pays - too tame, shows flaw.
Scorn pour, lame mourn, praise phase new, game grows bore,
Turns tunnel dower, limelight’s floor just crest dun.
Won shone flower rimes, trite croon caw bust, Quest? none!
End: forlorn blame gaze stays acclaim, slows roar.
Glory for soul, some say life sends gold key,
Or we poor, sole, dumb pray strife ends, goal flee.
28 April 2009 Acrostic Sonnet DUST TO DUST WE GO
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NOTES:
Rhyme ABBA ABBA ABBA CC
most syllables in A lines rhyme with corresponding syllables in other A lines
most syllables in B lines rhyme with corresponding syllables in other B lines
final couplet all syllables rhyme
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rumour Has It
Spoken:
Rumour, rumour hear all about it
Rumour has it and i'm gonna shout it
Rumour, rumour hear all about it
Rumour has it and i have got to shout it
Thank you so much alright
Now i'll tell you what i heard
Rumour has it all around the town
Someone's looking for a girl like me
Where can she be found
I hope it's who i think it is
I wonder if it's really him
It's got to be the man i love
No one else but him
There's a rumour, rumour has it
There's a rumour
They say he's gonna make this girl his everything
He's gonna love her and surround her
With all those beautiful things
It was the most wonderful moment in my life i had
My life ended on that evening
I lost him, lord it hurt so bad
There's a rumour, rumour has it
There's a rumour
You never know just what you've won until you've lost
And the object of the game is not to pay the cost
Anyone can play the game, there are no rules
And you never know just what you've won until you lose
There's a rumour, there's a rumour
Rumour has it
There's a rumour, there's a rumour
Rumour has it, rumour has it
There's a rumour, there's a rumour
There's a rumour, such a rumour
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Blue Flower
A little flower in the garden
Unnamed to all my knowledge
The faintness eggshell of blue
The colour of its petals
Shaded in midday it sits
Beneath the gardens hedge
A solitary flower so small
Yet so perfectly beautiful
That I have to stop and sit
Only to look upon its picture
I would love to share its beauty
Though I will not pick it
For soon it would wilt away
Taken from its mother earth
A little flower in the garden
Unnamed for all I known
An eggshell blue in colour
Shaded from the midday sun
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Overseas
Overseas, verses, vases, serve, save, saves, serves, aors, soar;
But with fuel of human excrement!
And like the abominable meat beside you,
For, you exposed your love on every hill! !
Skill, ill, kill, hill, fill, drill, thrill, mill, bill, dill, grill;
With words from your mouth to defend yourself always!
But, the bills are now in for you to pay.
Overseas, over, sea, seas, as, so, sore, sores, vase, vases, see;
And now, your nakedness is known to all around!
For, you exposed your love on every hill.
Overseas, ore, ores, veer, veers, seer, seers, sear, sears, sees, oar;
But, try to heed to the works of wisdom than playing with your life!
For, there are rulers in every country.
Overseas, ear, ears, era, are, or, rover, rove, roves, verse, soars;
In time past and to the present time! !
And, you are noted in this town for selling your body to all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Share A Smile
I like to share a smile with others,
bringing some sunshine in their lives.
Possessions mean nothing to me
and I will give them away to anyone
if it brightens up their lives.
With doom and gloom,
surrounding all our lives
it’s nice to think
there is someone around
to bring some sunshine into our lives.
6 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Jack Straw
We can share the women, we can share the wine.
We can share what we got of yours cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin, just a mile to go;
Keep on rollin my old buddy, youre movin much too slow.
I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, aint that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me.
We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And ones for sport and ones for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
There aint a winner in the game, he dont go home with all.
Not with all.
Leavin texas, fourth day of july,
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.
Catch the detroit lightnin out of sante fe,
The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.
Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride.
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.
There aint a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun
Aint a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.
Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down,
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light,
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy youre moving much too slow.
We can share the women, we can share the wine.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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The Door
Picked my heart up off the floor
Too busy to go open the door
All my dreams are folklore
Of places i`ve never been before
In a life that`s become a bore
Fell asleep and started to snore
I`m always searching for more
Search for the one to adore
Wondering whats in store
Looking behind all the wrong doors
As i dig deep into the core
Because i`ve been here before
Won`t come back thats for sure
With a wound that`s still sore
It`s enough to make me roar
But i just don`t care anymore
Because to be honest
I know there is so much more
Someday i`ll find it i`m sure
I just have to open the right door
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Airtalk
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Its sad that air is the only thing we share,
No matter how close we are theres always air between us.
Its also nice that airs something we all share,
No matter how far apart we are an air links us.
Its sad that past is something we can never share,
No matter how close we are the past is between us.
But its also nice that without the past
Wed have never known each other,
No matter how far apart we are it brought us together.
Yes, its very nice to have someone to share,
Theres something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our past but we have our future to share.
Its sad that life is such a heavy thing to bear,
No matter how close we are its easy to despair.
Its also nice that you and I know its what we all share,
No matter how far apart we are we can learn to care.
Theres something very nice to have something to share,
Theres something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our bodies but we have our minds to share.
Yes, theres something very nice to have something to care,
Theres something very nice to have someone to share.
We may not share our language but we have the world to share.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Airtalk
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Its sad that air is the only thing we share,
No matter how close we are theres always air between us.
Its also nice that airs something we all share,
No matter how far apart we are an air links us.
Its sad that past is something we can never share,
No matter how close we are the past is between us.
But its also nice that without the past
Wed have never known each other,
No matter how far apart we are it brought us together.
Yes, its very nice to have someone to share,
Theres something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our past but we have our future to share.
Its sad that life is such a heavy thing to bear,
No matter how close we are its easy to despair.
Its also nice that you and I know its what we all share,
No matter how far apart we are we can learn to care.
Theres something very nice to have something to share,
Theres something very nice to have someone to care.
We may not share our bodies but we have our minds to share.
Yes, theres something very nice to have something to care,
Theres something very nice to have someone to share.
We may not share our language but we have the world to share.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson,
Come and share my haunch of venison.
I have too a bin of claret,
Good, but better when you share it.
Tho' 'tis only a small bin,
There's a stock of it within.
And as sure as I'm a rhymer,
Half a butt of Rudeheimer.
Come; among the sons of men is one
Welcomer than Alfred Tennyson?
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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Pain and Sore
What is pain
What is Sore
Let me define the too
They mean when a soul is dead
When there is nothing left
But emptiness
Where is pain
Where is sore
For me pain is everywhere
But for the sore
Thats only in my eyes
Where I cry all the time
How is pain
How is sore
Pain slowly kills a body
Sore is worse then words can explain
Who is pain
And who is sore
Pain is the enemies-thy sisters
As for the sore that would be my heart
When is pain
And when is sore
Pain is when you call
And sore is seeing everyone cry
All these are symbolizing one thing
That thing is whats inside
What hurts and is unbarriable
So thats what, where, how, who, when
Pain and Sore are
poem by Renee Ortiz
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