Vanitas
May praise aloud from crazy crowd suffice
to raise the proud endowed with mazy vice?
Dance on! Advance, leave shirkers low their lice,
and, unforesworn, work for new dawn's fresh spice …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Don't Grieve, Leave! - 1124 - Initial Version
Don't grieve, but, leave, and do so in a trice,
better alone, than moan pain doubled twice.
'If of himself he will not love' advice
is academic - so why starve on rice
when heart and mind may find with roll of dice
a spare rib tasty? Hasty snap the splice.
Waste not the day, turn swift from prison vice
and leave ice scoundrel to his own device.
Does praise aloud from crazy crowd suffice
revising shaky rake with snaky vice?
Dance on, advance, leave loser to his lice,
and unforesworn incite tomorrow's spice.
Counsel in terse verse can't be more precise,
wench grieve not, take French leave, split in terms w[r]it concise.
(29 March 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Don't Grieve, Leave! - 1124 - Current Version
Deceived, grieve not but leave! Departing in a trice -
better alone than prone, pain tripled thrice.
'If of himself he will not love' advice
is academic - so why starve on rice
when heart and mind may find spring roll of dice
spin spare rib tasty? Hasty snap snare's splice.
Waste not one day, escape from prison vice,
abandon scoundrel to his own device.
May praise aloud from crazy crowd suffice
revising shaky rake from snaky vice?
Dance on, advance, leave loser to his lice,
uncompromising sample promised spice.
Terse verse advice cannot be more concise,
wench grieve not, take French leave, split! W[r]it precise!
(16 November 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Crazy Lazy Mazy
Crazy, lazy Mazy was walking to school
When she came across a raccoon who wanted to play pool
Pool is lame lets play another game
said crazy, lazy Mazy
Pool is cool you must be a fool
said the raccoon
I have no time to play
Can we make it another day
said crazy, lazy Mazy
Without delay she went on her way
Crazy, Lazy Mazy
I Need You
Knowing
Is what people tell you
That youre thinking wrong
Embrace you,
But they really mean so long
You talk to them
They laugh aloud
Yet they run to you
In any crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
Were dancing
We will come and dance near you
We want to learn
Let us come and sitar with you
Distort my ears when
The musics loud
Yet you raise your hatchet
In the yellow crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
Knowing
Is what people tell you
That youre thinking wrong
Embrace you,
But they really mean so long
You talk to them
They laugh aloud
Yet they run to you
In any crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
song performed by by Who
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The Crowd
Words and music by roy orbison and joe melson
I go out with the crowd, I play the game
Pretending out loud but it dont seem the same
For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight
My part of the crowd is not with me tonight
I remember the prom, every dance with you
All the crazy things that we used to do
Sometimes wed wait for a chance
And then wed steal away
From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway
Aww, but youre gone and its not the same old game
I fall apart each time I hear your name
Guess Ill go along with the crowd, Ill make believe
That youll come back to me, run back to me
Hurry back to the crow-ow-ow-owd a-and me-e-e-e-e.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Mecha-mania Boy
This is the boy who burns the books
This is the way he always looks
This is the boy who smashed his car
This is the boy who went too far
Washed his eye with yellow soap
He stole his daddys microscope
All alone, were not proud
Never say his name aloud
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Its a mecha-mania boy
This is the boy who never sunk
He aint the one who destroys his young
Oh, no
Everybody thats the way to roll
All alone or on the telephone
He knows the time you spend at home
Oh, no
Never say I didnt tell you so
Washed his hands of a deadly fate
He put himself in an altered state
In a crowd or all alone
No-ones laughing anymore
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Hes a mecha-mania boy
All alone, were not proud
Never say his name aloud
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
Where he goes, and whence he came
Its a mecha-mania boy
In a crowd or all alone
No-ones laughing anymoer
Now he wants to know your little mistakes
song performed by by Devo
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An Antheme
O sing a new song to the Lord,
Praise in the hight and deeper strayne;
Come beare your parts with one accord,
Which you in Heaven may sing againe.
Yee elders all, and all the crowd
That in white robes apparrell'd stands
Like Saints on earth, sing out aloud,
Think now the palmes are in your hands.
Yee living pipes, whose stormy layes
Have borrowed breath to praise our king,
A well-tun'd thunder loudly raise:
All that have breath his honor sing.
poem by William Strode
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Psalm CL.
Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.
Praise Him for all His acts of might,
Our wonder which invite:
In praises due His greatness tell,
Which all things doth excell.
Praise Him with Trumpets lofty sound,
With Cornets shake the ground:
His praise the Psaltery inspire,
With the melodious Lyre.
Praise him with Timbrells, and advance
His honour in the Dance.
Praise Him with Organs, Violls, Flutes,
And the well-stringed Lutes.
With Cymbals loud Him magnify,
Praise Him on Cymbals high:
Let every creature, that hath breath,
His Maker praise till death.
poem by Henry King
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Crowd
The Crowd
Artist: Roy Orbison (peak Billboard position # 26 in 1962)
Words and Music by Roy Orbison and Joe Melson
I go out with the crowd, I play the game
Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same
For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight
My part of the crowd is not with me tonight
I remember the prom, every dance with you
All the crazy things that we used to do
Sometimes we'd wait for a chance
And then we'd steal away
From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway
Aww, but you're gone and it's not the same old game
I fall apart each time I hear your name
Guess I'll go along with the crowd, I'll make believe
That you'll come back to me, run back to me
Hurry back to the crow-ow-ow-owd a-and me-e-e-e-e.
Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
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song performed by by Roy Orbison
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After Auschwitz
Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi
took, at 8: 00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.
Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.
Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.
I beg the Lord not to hear.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The Lady's Resolve
Written on a window, soon after her marriage, 1713.
Whilst thirst of praise and vain desire of fame,
In every age is every woman's aim;
With courtship pleas'd, of silly toasters proud,
Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd;
On each proud fop bestowing some kind glance,
Each conquest owing to some loose advance;
While vain coquets affect to be pursued,
And think they're virtuous, if not grossly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide;
In part she is to blame that has been try'd --
He comes too near, that comes to be deny'd.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Dainties
Dainties, sin, ten, net, stain, in, sand, den, it;
And like burning coals,
But let the men of blood depart from you! !
Spice, rice, ice, nice, mice, dice, price, lice, vice;
And like two boiled eggs and gin!
But let the men of blood depart from you.
Dainties, tan, and, an, as, ties, saint, is, ants;
And like the muse of love in the time of war! !
But let the men of blood depart from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sapphire Stars
SAPPHIRE STARS
Sapphire stars inset on cream surround,
Unique is image nightly sent to splice
Sundered souls, excitement adding, spice,
As dreams rewrite reality joy crowned.
Night hangs its sleepless head as silent sound
Near, far, unites, spheres’ song [st]rings. Time must dice,
Ensnared, against itself, as virtue vice
Successfully defeats. Fantastic found,
Unscathed by envy, jealousy wraith bound,
Sensations soothing left to their device
Attenuate all cares, share, melting ice,
Neither challenge hope, nor need give ground.
Nature ne’er strays, stays true to way within
Empty each phrase, praise other maids would win.
23 October 1992 revised 17 January 2009
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Sapphire Stars
Sapphire stars set in a sunny sea,
Unique are those soft eyes each night I see,
Since they alone two sundered halves can splice,
And dreams bring to reality, add spice
Ne'er known before, and help the heart soar free.
Night hangs its sleepless head, all cedes to thee
Enraptured, Time against itself does dice
Successfully, and virtue over vice
Unadulterated victory
Soon wins, and Nature owns thy primacy.
All worship at your throne, from men to mice,
None fail to hail thy worth, - none else suffice.
Natural nobility is thine,
Empty is praise apart from all that's thine
23 October 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Morning Ritual.
Cywydd deuair Fyrion.
I greet the dawn.
A day new born.
My hymn of praise
I gladly raise.
As I should do
and so should you.
We know it’s true
that praise is due
An attitude
of gratitude.
Would be seemly
But we are free
To choose to sing
or do nothing.
It may well be
that unlike me.
You do not pray
to greet the day
That is your choice
But I rejoice
to see daylight
banish the night.
That’s why I raise
my hymn of praise.
Tuesday,02 February 2010.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Crazy, Crazy Nights
(whoow! heres a little song for everybody out there)
People try to take my soul away, but I dont hear the rap that they all say
They try to tell us we dont belong, thats alright, were millions strong
This is my music, it makes me proud, these are my people and this is my crowd
Chorus:
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights
These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights
Sometimes days are so hard to survive, a million ways to bury you alive
The sun goes down like a bad bad dream
Youre wound up tight, gotta let off steam
They say they can break you again and again, if life is a radio, turn up to ten
Chorus repeats 2x
And they try to tell us that we dont belong
But thats alright, were millions strong
You are my people, you are my crowd, this is our music, we love it loud
Yeah, and nobodys gonna change me, cos thats who I am
Chorus repeats out
song performed by by Kiss
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Don't Crowd My Consciousness With Your Distance
Don't crowd my consciousness with your distance.
You know that drives me crazy.
You know my comprehension must be fed.
And to leave me teased without your input...
Does not satisfy.
And you now try to deny me!
Don't crowd my consciousness with your distance.
You know I'm wondering why...
You keep away.
With no excuse or alibi.
You know if I don't hear from you...
I'll call to leave you a message or two.
And when you refuse to answer my calls.
You know I'm here curiously climbing the walls.
You know I dislike total silence from you.
Did I say or do something you did not approve?
Are you okay?
That's all I want to know!
You believe I wish to smother you in debate.
Well...
Part of that is true.
But I am really concerned more about you!
Come on!
Knock on my door.
Or leave me a note!
Suppose I 'decided' to have a stroke!
Would you be happy then?
Knowing my heart,
You left shattered and broken!
Don't crowd my consciousness with your distance.
You know that drives me crazy.
You know my comprehension must be fed.
And to leave me teased without your input...
Does not satisfy.
And you now try to deny me!
How long has it been?
At least two days.
Why don't you do or say something?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance dance dance
Dance in the moon light with,
All the stars in sight
Dance to the smiles
Dance in the shadows my love
Dance dance dance.
You may think I'm crazy
I'd dance in the moonlight
I'll dance when I want to
Please let me dance
Dance dance dance
Dancer take my hand to your,
Hand
I need to dance
Close your blue eyes,
Hold me in your arms and,
Dance dance dance.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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You Can Dance If You Want To
we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends dont dance
And if they dont dance
Well they're no friends of mine
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Because you're one far behind
We can dance
We can go where we want to
The night is young and so am i
And we can dress real neat
From out hats to our feet
Then surprise them with a big trick ride
Say, we can act if we want to
If we dont, nobody will
And you can act real rude
And totally removed
And i can act like an imbusil
Say, we can dance
We can dance
Everything's outta control
We can dance
We can dance
We're doing it more and more
We can dance
We can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance
We can dance
Everybody's taking the cha-nce
It's safe to dance
Oh well, it's safe to dance
Yes, it's safe to dance
We can dance if we want to
We've got all your life and mine
As long as we abuse it
Never gonna lose it
Everything will work out right
I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Because your friends dont dance
And if they dont dance
Well they're no friends of mine
I say, we can dance
We can dance
Everything's outta control
We can dance
We can dance
We're doing it more and more
We can dance
We can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance
We can dance
Everybody's taking the cha-ance
Well, it's safe to dance
Yes, it's safe to dance
Well, it's safe to dance
Oh well, it's safe to dance
Ah yes, it's safe to dance
Well, it's safe to dance
It's safe to dance
It's safe to dance
song performed by by Men At Work
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Freewill's Wings Unfurl Soft Feathers
Boisterous bluebells blow below
circumnavigating cloud,
seem springboard for fair fancies' flow
as maiden far from urban crowd
follows creative inklings so
tempting, that translate aloud
as urge to surge, to grow, to glow,
advance towards flight, head unbowed,
unfurl soft feathers, forwards go,
slough trammels, soar aloft, endowed
with freewill's wings which, rich, soon show
hesitation disallowed.
Pristine robe globe orbits, woe,
trials, tribulations disavowed,
new bluebell fields would worldwide sow.
True nature's innocent, unploughed.
As light as gossamer, first slow,
then faster, faster, aims unshroud
all mind finds it needs to know
to seed dreams freed from vertigo.
8 May 2010
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Psalm 150
v.1,2,6
C. M.
A song of praise.
In God's own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.
Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.
All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet, when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.
poem by Isaac Watts
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