Jenny at the Demonstration after James Leigh Hunt Jenny Kissed Me
Copper slugged me when we met,
jumping from the bus he’d sat in!
Magistrate, who loves to get
demonstrators jailed, put that in!
Say I fought the Poll Tax fad,
say that “conscience clear†describes me,
say I’m doing time, but add, -
Copper slugged me!
(10 August 1991)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Jenny Jen J in A Cross Trick Jail after James Leigh Hunt Jenny Kissed Me
Jailer kicked me when we met,
Exiting p'lice bus I'd sat in!
Now Magistrate, who loves to get
Neat protesters jailed, put that in!
Yep I fought wars Afgan mad,
Judge that "conscience clear" describes me,
ENter 'jailed for life' and add:
Jailer kicked me!
Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.
James Leigh Hunt
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Kiss, The Reply - Parody Austin DOBSON A Kiss
I kissed Rose right back
like that, without sorrow,
and a pat on the back
showing on the right track
was my rapid attack
I received on the morrow: -
so why would she pack
and the taxi fare borrow?
3 August 1991
Coppers Killed Me
Coppers killed me when we met,
jumping on the tube I sat in;
Magistrate, who loves to get
treats into your list, put that in!
Say I fought the terror fad,
say that “conscience clear” describes me,
say you’re growing old, don’t add, -
Coppers missed me!
Coppers killed me when we met,
hitting on the seat I sat in;
Acting circumstantial bet
eight hits, three misses, put that in!
Say I sought no terror fad,
say that “from bombs free” describes me,
say I’m growing cold, don’t add, -
Coppers killed me!
../..
Error wracks me today,
terror tracks you tomorrow,
let it be as it may,
pain from plain clothes turned grey.
Should tomorrow replay
such a savour of sorrow: -
what for you, safe today, -
is in store for tomorrow?
I could never fire back
like that, without sorrow,
and eight bullets through back
showed after attack
on the Stockwell tube track.
The report on the morrow: -
was on the wrong tack
did from fantasy borrow!
Terror slew me today,
error you risk tomorrow!
Violence came into play
which my life did waylay -
do you share the dismay
at what might come tomorrow?
There’ll be devil to pay
what excuse will YOU borrow?
August 15 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Coppers Killed Me
Coppers killed me when we met,
jumping on the tube I sat in;
Magistrate, who loves to get
treats into your list, put that in!
Say I fought the terror fad,
say that “conscience clear” describes me,
say you’re growing old, don’t add, -
Coppers missed me!
Coppers killed me when we met,
hitting on the seat I sat in;
Acting circumstantial bet
eight hits, three misses, put that in!
Say I sought no terror fad,
say that “from bombs free” describes me,
say I’m growing cold, don’t add, -
Coppers killed me!
Error wracks me today,
terror tracks you tomorrow,
let it be as it may,
pain from plain clothes turned grey.
Should tomorrow replay
such a savour of sorrow: -
what for you, safe today, -
is in store for tomorrow?
I could never fire back
like that, without sorrow,
and eight bullets through back
showed after attack
on the Stockwell tube track.
The report on the morrow: -
was on the wrong tack
did from fantasy borrow!
Terror slew me today,
error you risk tomorrow!
Violence came into play
which my life did waylay -
do you share the dismay
at what might come tomorrow?
There’ll be devil to pay
what excuse will YOU borrow?
August 15 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Smile Copper, Smile
for the coppers
harassing folks in the streets
smile copper,
smile-
for the coppers throwing us against the car
with arms round our backs &
face pressed into the metal with one hand gripping
the back of the neck
savagely
(like you had all the power in the world) ,
we
gotcha
on
camera
now
copper,
so smile, copper, smile-
Android's NYCLU app. makes it so
easy, to find you not doin' the job
our tax dollars pay you to,
so
smile copper, smile-
with these pics, with this footage,
i take your fucking badge-
with these pics, with this footage,
i file a suit against you-
with these pics, with this footage,
gonna take your car, take your house &
put that big mark on your record so
you know what it feels like-
with these pics, with this footage,
the blame lies where it belongs-
with these pics, with this footage,
we put your guilty ass behind bars-
with these pics & with this footage
justice will be done-
so
smile copper,
smile.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Copper begets copper, and not the labour of men's bones.
Copper begets copper, and not ()the labour of) men's bones.
Roman Sentry
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay,
stationed here in this gods-forsaken place!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
Anywhere! —lug my shield on the Appian Way
or guard the quarry slaves in rocky Thrace.
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
The land is weary, fit for thorns and clay.
The towns are crowded with a bearded race.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
This hill is bald as a skull, cold and gray,
—and I left my woolen tunic back at base!
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
Sentry for rebels crucified today—
last year in Rome I won a chariot-race!
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
This one I know: I heard the governor say
'Ecce homo! ' (I don't forget a face.)
A soldier's curse is not the copper pay.
I'd bribe a centurion to leave today.
poem by William F Dougherty
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The Sms Piles of Sorrow
sms sms piles
all for attention
while I, who noticed
you try to think
it all revolves around coin
the jingle, gold, silver and copper
each has different weights
including that which ye
gold, silver or copper
dying souls
attached to the wishes
world, the cause of suffering
you try to think
why every weekend
they went to the mountains,
the lonely places
they want to let go of the pain of it
However, in the wrong way
not wrong, if tears
a sorrow flowers
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Copperline
Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup ogeorgia peach
Down on copperline
Half a mile down to morgan creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on copperline
We were down on copperline
One summer night on the copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in france
Down onto copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on copperline
Down on copperline
First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on copperline
Down on copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah
I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on copperline
It doesnt come as a surprise to me
It doesnt touch my memory
Man Im lifting up and rising free
Down on over copperline
Half a mile down to morgan creek
Im only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on copperline, yeah
Take me down on copperline
Oh, down on copperline
Take me down on copperline
song performed by by James Taylor
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Lightning Farms
Strikes of light across the sky
Thrown long and far to see
Awesome forces play their hand
Thrown power flying free
Rips with cracks to see a flash
Across the chilling sky
Power gathered all around
Across from way up high
Time to time it hits a vein
Dropping the power down
With a wire as the guide
Dropping into the ground
How can I steal this power
And take to make it mine
I’ll rap a copper coil
And bind it to the line
But there is so much to take
I’ll never take it all
Since it will fry my copper
I’ll make a rubber wall
And cover it in rubber
To rap it good and tight
The EMI is flowing
To shine and steal its might
So let it roll on downward
I’ll take it from the air
And let it fall through wires
I’ll take what I can bear
poem by Paul Moosberg
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Copper Kettle
Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil,
Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more youll toil.
Youll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright,
Watch them jugs a-filling
In the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak,
Dont use no green or rotten wood; theyll get you by the smoke.
Well just lay there by the juniper... etc.
My daddy, he made whiskey; my granddaddy, he did too.
We aint paid no whiskey tax since 1792.
We just lay there by the juniper... etc.
(last line repeated)
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Pike
In the brown water,
Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine,
Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds,
A pike dozed.
Lost among the shadows of stems
He lay unnoticed.
Suddenly he flicked his tail,
And a green-and-copper brightness
Ran under the water.
Out from under the reeds
Came the olive-green light,
And orange flashed up
Through the sun-thickened water.
So the fish passed across the pool,
Green and copper,
A darkness and a gleam,
And the blurred reflections of the willows on the opposite bank
Received it.
poem by Amy Lowell
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In August
When August days are hot an' dry,
When burning copper is the sky,
I 'd rather fish than feast or fly
In airy realms serene and high.
I 'd take a suit not made for looks,
Some easily digested books,
Some flies, some lines, some bait, some hooks,
Then would I seek the bays and brooks.
I would eschew mine every task,
In Nature's smiles my soul should bask,
And I methinks no more could ask,
Except--perhaps--one little flask.
In case of accident, you know,
Or should the wind come on to blow,
Or I be chilled or capsized, so,
A flask would be the only go.
Then could I spend a happy time,--
A bit of sport, a bit of rhyme
(A bit of lemon, or of lime,
To make my bottle's contents prime).
When August days are hot an' dry,
I won't sit by an' sigh or die,
I 'll get my bottle (on the sly)
And go ahead, and fish, and lie!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Which Describes How Youre Feeling
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
Which describes how youre feeling all the
Feeling all the time
Theres this guy in the sky and he makes you want to
Want to make you sigh, like the time
When you felt like youre feeling all the time
And you sighed at the cracks in the ceiling all the time
You said Im feeling fine but it didnt really rhyme
It didnt rhyme, overseas
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
It describes how youre feeling
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
When you lie that your lifes unappealing all the time
But your lie doesnt rhyme with the word overseas
Overseas theres this guy
Who describes how youre feeling all the time
In his mind he can find how youre feeling all the time
From behind distant lines
Even straighter than his spine
Which is fine
Which is fine
And describes how youre feeling all the time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Jumping Someone Else's Train
Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train
It won't take you long
To learn the new smile
You'll have to adapt
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train
If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train
It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone's happy
They're finally all the same
'cause everyone's jumping
Everyone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
song performed by by Cure
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I Have A Poll Parrot
I have a Poll parrot,
And Poll is my doll,
And my nurse is Polly,
And my sister Poll.
‘Polly!’ cried Polly,
‘Don't tear Polly, dolly’ -
While soft-hearted Poll
Trembled for the doll.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Death
Hunting gent lays broken, gasping,
thrown from horse at bramble hedgerow.
Grinning fox appears at last
to whisper 'tally-ho'!
Hiker with binoculars is
mesmerized by bird call echoes.
Unaware, she meets a bear
and bird sings 'Cheerio'!
Rimy limey falls from rigging,
passing mermaid hums calypso.
Partnering his drowning jig,
she murmurs 'Yo ho ho'.
Thief lies, pumping blood and dying,
stabbed by shard from jeweler's window.
Friendly copper chances by,
'hello, ‘ello, ‘ello'
Seedy movie flickers on as
heart attack stills patron's airflow.
Porn star watching from the screen
is sighing, 'Oh, Oh, Oh'.
I am Death, as fox, bird, mermaid,
copper, porn star - no proviso.
Masked however each prefers
to say 'It's time to go'!
poem by Diane Hine
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Better your own copper than another man's gold.
Many who have gold in the house are looking for copper outside.