Islands Without Sea
All this distance
Worlds apart yet there it is
We live amidst the cold winds
Lamont silver candles without heart
Old photos like summer sun
Time changes like a silent chill
She sleeps with unawareness of my pain
I play like a prison yard
Disconnected and civil
Vacuous gray sentences
Slow withdrawal
Muster your lust in place of love
Count the compensations
Superficial ribbons and bows
Frost on the trees
All the diminished returns
Islands without sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Cold Chill
Feelin young and full of fun
Hangin out with my crew
Hot to trot and about to pop
Tryin to find some girl to get into
There she was fine as can be
Hair braided down to her knees
She took me home, she turned me out
But before sunrise she said I must leave
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night
Far from meek, and feelin chic
Refusing to concede defeat
There I was same crew, same time
Same club we kicked it at the previous week
I asked her how could she have the nerve
To treat me with such disgrace
She blinked her eyes, smiled, apologized
Threw her drink right in my face
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night, on a summer night
On a summer night, on a summer night
A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill
Weekends came and weekends passed
But not the yearning in my heart
And there she was to light the spark
Like she did right from the very start
I took no time, drove to her house
Got deep into a passion high
I heard a knock, the turn of a key
And the voice of another guy
It was a cold chill on a summer night
Never thought the girlie wouldnt treat me right
It was a cold chill on a summer day
Never thought the girl would dog me out that way
It was a cold chill on a summer morn
Never cried like a baby since the day I was born
It was a cold chill on a summer eve
Never had no chopper bring me to my knees
I was feeling so trusting
Gave it all right down to the bone
But she did me wrong
On a summer night, on a summer night
On a summer night, on a summer night
It was a cold chill
Like standing in the deep freeze
A cold chill
Like when snows above your knees
Cold chill
Like sitting at the north pole
A cold chill
Wearing not one stitch of clothes
Cold chill
Like a winter chicago night
A cold chill
Twenty ice cubes down your back for spite
Cold chill
Stranded in sub-zero degrees
A cold chill
Layed out on the arctic sea
Cold chill
When your fingers get frost bite
A cold chill
Buried beneath ten feet of ice
Cold chill
Baby, that aint so nice
A cold chill
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Ribbons For Boys And Girls
Keep writing for the boy
And I'll keep singing for the girl
Write ribbons and ribbons
That will turn into beautiful bows
Multicoloured bows for his kite
Flying in the cleared air
I'll sing ribbons
And ribbons too
While saying goodnight
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
An air so soothing
It will quiet them to sleep
This boy and girl
Without a care
poem by Harriet James
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In January In Duhallow
The cold winds of January from the north east does blow
And the weather is cold quite cold enough for to snow
And the hungry birds silent on the naked hedgerow
In the flat and rushy fields where the Blackwater flow.
January in Duhallow from here far away
In the chill of the morning the frost bound fields gray
In the farmyard sheds cattle bellow for silage or hay
Where the sun seldom shines on a January day.
The distinctive harsh caws of the silver backed crow
In the Season where grass does refuse for to grow
And few cars on the roadway that leads to the town
Near where the river flows bank high in flood waters of brown.
In January in Duhallow the old fields looking bare
With the harsh chill of Winter in the cold Morning air
And at least eight long weeks till the first breath of Spring
When Nature will bloom and her wild birds will sing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Coastline
Written by gerry beckley, 1980
Found on alibi.
I drive to the coastline
Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye
The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder
I fly away
Due to the situation this morning
All in the worlds ok
I head down sunset north to santa barbara
We sail away
I could live in the walls of a prison
Where the warm summer winds would never blow
Then again, think of what Id be missing (as to the other side)
And how some do it Ill never know, Ill never know
I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor
Sailin the ocean blue
But every single waterway leads to you
To you
I could live in the walls of a prison
Where the warm summer winds would never blow
Then again, think of what Id be missing (as to the other side)
And how some do it Ill never know, Ill never know
Im headin out over an ocean of blue
The trailin wake far behind
Wont turn me down
And it wont turn me around
I could live in the walls of a prison
Where the warm summer winds would never blow
Then again, think of what Id be missing (as to the other side)
And how some do it Ill never know, Ill never know
song performed by by America
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Xxx's And Ooo's (An American Girl)
Phone rings baby cries TV diet guru lies
Good mornin' honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's trying to make in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
Slow dance second chance Momma needs romance
And a live in maid
Fix the sink, mow the yard, really isn't all that hard
If you get paid
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's trying to make in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
Well she's got her God and she's got good wine
Aretha Franklin and Patsy Cline
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's gonna make it in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Xxx's And Ooo's (An American Girl)
Phone rings baby cries TV diet guru lies
Good mornin' honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's trying to make in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
Slow dance second chance Momma needs romance
And a live in maid
Fix the sink, mow the yard, really isn't all that hard
If you get paid
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's trying to make in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
Well she's got her God and she's got good wine
Aretha Franklin and Patsy Cline
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her Momma in heels and pearls
She's gonna make it in her Daddy's world
An American girl
An American girl
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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XXX's And OOO's
(written by Matraca Berg, Alice Randall)
Phone rings baby cries TV diet guru lies
Good morning honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl
Slow dance second chance mama needs romance
And an live-in maid
Fix the sink mow the yard really isn't all that hard
If you get paidS
he used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl
Well she's got her God and she's got good wine
Aretha Franklin and Patsy Cline
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with X's and O's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl
She's an American girl
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Xxxs & Ooos
(written by matraca berg, alice randall)
Phone rings baby cries tv diet guru lies
Good morning honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with xs and os
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
Shes tryin to make it in her daddys world
Shes an american girl
An american girl
Slow dance second chance mama needs romance
And an live-in maid
Fix the sink mow the yard really isnt all that hard
If you get paids
He used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with xs and os
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
Shes tryin to make it in her daddys world
Shes an american girl
An american girl
Well shes got her God and shes got good wine
Aretha franklin and patsy cline
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with xs and os
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
Shes tryin to make it in her daddys world
Shes an american girl
An american girl
Shes an american girl
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Energy
Matter
It wants to play
Be a mother of singing
Waiting for the return of words
Into her womb
Sparkles between a living and dead self
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Gravity
It wants to play
Increase decrease inside out
Strongholds
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Time
It wants to play
Be a father of changes
It waits for nothing
But its own end
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Space
It wants to play
Be a brother to spacious
Waiting in spasm of the dead ends
For a playful vast
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Energy
It wants to play
Over the dimensions
Be a soul's sister
Across the humans
Free
To kill its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its awareness
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Home
Whatever words can't say my heart will cry
Whenever hands are slow my soul will show
You are my blood my love
Whenever stars won't shine I will pray
Until the clouds part and go away
You are the fire in the garden
You make me feel like I belong
We are together in this strange war
Torn like a storm I will cling to you
Distance is being away
Sometimes knots need to be untied
Sometimes we land on islands
You are the song amidst the sea
Waves of the swelling tides
When time fails you will have my poems
Though I am old your heart is my home
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Worlds Apart
Theres nothing quite as lonely
As a sky that turns to gray
Or a love that just starts dyin
And slowly fades away
You werre my best companion
Now we lie silent in the dark
Why do you and me have to be worlds apart
Theres nothing quite as empty
As when children go away
And all thats left are memories
Of all those yesterdays
You cant understand the feeling
til it finds its way to your heart
Why do you and me have to be worlds apart
Theres nothing quite as ugly
As two people full of hate
Well all end up as equals
When we stand at heavens gate
Love is still the answer
Its the only place to start
Why do you and me have to be worlds apart
song performed by by Vince Gill
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The Cruel Winds of Winter
Got up this morning, no sun in my eyes,
The house is so cold, no warmth to the fire,
My love is gone, he took all my desire,
And cruel winds of winter howled all night.
My love could warm me in the coldest time,
Bring the light of day to the darkest night,
As tears of my sorrow fall from my eyes,
The cruel winds of winter cry in delight.
Pull on my coat, keep the chill from my side,
I walk by the sea, the salt stings my eye,
The caps are all gray, like clouds in the sky,
And with those cruel winds of winter, I cry.
As tears of my sorrow fall to the sand,
My love is not here to warn my cold hand,
He’s gone like the sun from this harsh, gray land,
And only the wind seems to understand.
This endless winter has replaced his light,
My sweet love gone, no warmth in my sight,
I drift lost and lonely, no sleep I find,
Still those winds cry with me deep in the night.
My heart so heavy, life has no delight,
And the cruel winds of winter, torment my night.
poem by Teresa Dearing
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When We Meet Again Sometime This Summer
i tell you, i do not like winters, and i do not wish
to go where winter lies. I am intolerant of anything
that freezes me, that thaws, that gives me frost,
that bites like an ant, that solidifies me like
refrigerator ice.
i like summers. Flowers blooming. Green grass
spreading. Butterflies in different colors in the garden.
Bees just enough for the buzz. I love trees. I love
rivers, and springs and creeks.
Bamboo trees beside the rocks beside the pebbles
beside the river. I like the songs of the rivers. Lots of rivers.
Gentle rains. Hush winds. Cool shades. Shadows of mountains.
When we meet again, i like it to be this summer.
Lots of sun. Warmth., Sweat. Perspirations. Palpitations
of the hearts of the young on summer time.
Under the cool shades of the trees on summer nights.
I always remember summer nights.Strong summer winds.
Flown hair. Drying pants and underwears. My legs exposed
Beside the brook. I like being naked. I like being on top of
everything.
With you, on you, by you, within you, in your mouth all over your face.
Oh summer breeze. See you. Feel you. Love you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Serenade from “The Spanish Student”
STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western steeps,
Sink, sink in silver light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Wind of the summer night!
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Fold, fold thy pinions light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Forest Inside
once i went inside the forest
it was like a cave of trees
the labyrinths are many
islands and slits of lights
drizzles of rain from up high
it is gray world
cold, damp, and very silent
as though
it is the first day of the earth
and i were the first man
created.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sell Me A Coat
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
A winters day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward steps away
Jack frost took her hand and left me, jack frost aint so cool
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
See my eyes, my window pane
See my tears like gentle rain
Thats the memory of a summer day
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
La la la la la la
song performed by by David Bowie
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Love's Seasons
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine
And the summer days are in their bloom,
Then my love is deepest, oh, dearest heart of mine,
When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine.
When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray,
And the land is dim with winter gloom,
Then for thee, my darling, love will have its way,
When the winds are moaning o'er the meadows chill and gray.
In the vernal dawning with the starting of the leaf,
In the merry-chanting time of spring,
Love steals all my senses, oh, the happy-hearted thief!
In the vernal morning with the starting of the leaf.
Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear,
When the days are sighing out their grief,
Thou art still my darling, dearest of the dear,
Always, ever always, even in the autumn drear.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Distance Of These Other Worlds
THE DISTANCE OF THESE OTHER WORLDS
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Will never know them in our lifetimes-
The distance of these other worlds
Means you and I
Are in space and time
So small-
The distance of these other worlds
Means there is a great emptiness in- between
Vaster than our own spaces and worlds-
The distance of these other worlds
Means we in our own
Are more alone-
And if and when we meet others
Will not meet
In arrogant pride
But in fearful humility
The distance of these other worlds
Whether they are real or not
Means we are less great
Than we thought
And never will be
As singularly real
As we once dreamed-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Back There In Old Duhallow The Frosty Fields Are Gray
Back there in old Duhallow the frosty fields are gray
And the wildborn birds are silent at the dawning of the day
And the chilly winds of January sough in the naked trees
And ice is on the dark pond from the hard overnight freeze
In January in Duhallow the hedgerows looking bare
And in the rushy field by the river the shy and elusive hare
In the greyness of his surroundings quite visible in his coat of brown
For to warm the coldness in his bones through the rushes racing up and down
From the fields of old Duhallow the Spring seems far away
And the cattle in the farm-yard shed are bellowing for hay
And hungry birds by the back door squabble over crusts of bread
And before the warmth of Spring weeks of cold weather ahead
And the chirping house sparrows in the back-yard the only birds one does hear
Back there in old Duhallow tis a cold time of the year.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Existential Blue
Laden with mirrors of self indulgence
Desire a vacuous cover
Façade fortress
Lamp Posts from another era
Sanguine faces smug with gold
Steeple bells ring
War looms like ominous ravens
Lions tear their prey
Imperialism settles like Rome
Born into a cold room
All idols stripped
Nauseous caverns
Alone and frightened
We meet amidst the chaos
I see the stars
You tell me of the moon
Wild flowers cradle the heart
Capricorn eyes rest furtive
Blue robin eggs in spring
The wind sings again
You are a gentle meadow
I hate what man calls truth
I have no place or allegiances
The universe is bigger than parties
Ideologies are barren islands
Sorrow is purged by slow faith
Life brings your smile
Existential blue
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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