Pastoral
The Dove walks with sticky feet
Upon the green crowns of the almond tree,
Its feathers smeared over with warmth
Like honey
That dips lazily down into the shadow ...
Anyone standing in that orchard.So filled with peace and sleep,
Would hardly have noticed the hill
Nearby
With its three strange wooden arms
Lifted above a throng of motionless people
- Above the helmets of Pilate's soldiers
Flashing like silver teeth in the sun.
poem by Kenneth Patchen
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Sticky Sweet
When she calls me up
My voice, it starts to shake
She says come right over
Over right away
Oh, good god, theres a fire
In my pants
Then lightening strikes and she
Laughs that evil laugh
(chorus)
Shes so sticky, so sticky, so sticky
Shes so sticky, so sticky
Shes so stick sweet
Sticky sweet
Sticky sweet
Now when Ive done good
She slaps me on the ass
It takes more than ten seconds
To satisfy this lass
The way she walks, I swear
Should be a crime
Sirens scream everytime
She walks by
(chorus)
Sticky sweet
The way she walks
The way she talks
Stick sweet
Oooh all the time
Sticky sweet
(solo)
(chorus)
Sticky sweet
The way she walks
The way she talks
Sticky sweet
Oooh all the time
Sticky sweet
Sticky sweet (repeat with vocal adlib)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Back In My Arms Again
They always said that hindsights twenty-twenty
And when it comes to mistakes in love girl Ive got plenty
But the one that sticks out the most in my mind
Is the night I left you standing on the front porch drying
Living for the day I could make it all up to you
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Well Im getting to know this old town like never before
Walking every street knocking on every door
Girl wherever you are I want you back
I love you baby and Im sure about that
What ever it takes theres nothing that I wont do
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youlre back in my arms, back in my arms again
I must have been a fool I confess
To ever let you go but I aint gonna rest
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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The Ghost and Her horse
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
She walks out to her horse
He raises his ghostly head, spots his owner
And neighs
Only true people can hear this frost filled noise
To her ear it sounds of peace and stillness
To people around it sounds spoky filled with wondering souls
Like the wind
Or the soft rain
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The ghost walks with her silver hair blowing
In the pony tail that shall never change
She carries his halter in one hand her other hand
Hangs open ready to stroke his transparent maine
Down his silver back
Everynight in the dark she walks
Everynight in the meadow he neighs
The horse to his girl
They are still, his head and long neck
Rested on her shoulder, her arms around his neck
Running her fingers through his maine
The ghost and her horse.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Jonathan Houghton
There is the caw of a crow,
And the hesitant song of a thrush.
There is the tinkle of a cowbell far away,
And the voice of a plowman on Shipley's hill.
The forest beyond the orchard is still
With midsummer stillness;
And along the road a wagon chuckles,
Loaded with corn, going to Atterbury.
And an old man sits under a tree asleep,
And an old woman crosses the road,
Coming from the orchard with a bucket of blackberries.
And a boy lies in the grass
Near the feet of the old man,
And looks up at the sailing clouds,
And longs, and longs, and longs
For what, he knows not:
For manhood, for life, for the unknown world!
Then thirty years passed,
And the boy returned worn out by life
And found the orchard vanished,
And the forest gone,
And the house made over,
And the roadway filled with dust from automobiles --
And himself desiring The Hill!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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I Wish I Can Sleep Again With Mother's Arms
the night without stars
a night with a
dog howling
mother rocks me to sleep
in the cradle
beside her
as father watches
me take
my sleep softly
as the hush of the wind
from the
green mountains
nearby
our house on the
foot of
the hill
under the big
tree that
grandpa once
planted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes
First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.
And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light forward pull.
Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that it takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer's dividing water,
and slip inside.
You will want to know
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed,
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor.
The complexity of women's undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and moorings,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.
Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything -
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how her hair tumbled free of its pins,
how there were sudden dashes
whenever we spoke.
What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzing in a windowpane.
So I could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset
and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,
the way some readers sigh when they realize
that Hope has feathers,
that reason is a plank,
that life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye.
poem by Billy Collins
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The Hill
Who are those people
living at the top of the hill?
I don't know them.
I guess I never will.
Who are the people
that I see
living at the bottom of the hill
just like me?
We are the complainers
and we find it odd
that the ones at the top of the hill
think they're God.
We need to stop complainin'
and climb up the hill
and shout out loud
'We've had our fill.'
You're not Gods.
You never have been,
These hills where you're livin'
are filled with sin.
You've sinned against humanity
at the bottom of the hill.
And all that you'; ve done
is against God's will.
You're the imposters
with crowns on your head.
You are the laughables
that have been misled.
We, at the bottom of the hill
always will survive.
We'll do what we've always done
to keep our hopes alive.
We will pray.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Raven Dove
(Dolly Parton)
There will come a day when sorrow fades away,
And anguish and heartache shall ease,
No mothers cryin', no soldiers dyin',
And turmoil and misery shall cease.
The hungry shall be fed, the aimless shall be led
And sad eyes will no longer weep,
The last shall be first, through heaven he'll burst
With his heavenly host from the East
Weapons to plowshares, hate turns to love,
Descending from heaven he'll sweep down to us
In radiant splendor; oh, won't it be sweet
When the raven of darkness turns into a white dove of peace
(Raven dove)
Oh, there will come a day when I'll fly away
Forever to be in his keep
Eternal life in the sweet by and by
When raven dove, raven dove speaks
When lambs walk with lions, a child tames the beast
Nations shall gather and bow at his feet
And loved ones shall rise up from their earthly sleep
And he'll separate all the chaff from the wheat.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, how sweet
When the raven of darkness turns into a white dove of peace
Raven dove, behold he cometh in the clouds
And every eye shall see him
Sweet bird, sweet bird of peace
Raven Dove
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Shadow and Light Source Both
How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water?
Dont' try to put out fire by throwing on
more fire! Don't wash a wound with blood.
No matter how fast you run, your shadow
keeps up. Sometimes it's in front!
Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow.
But that shadow has been serving you.
What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is
your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this, but it will break the
glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that.
You must have shadow and light source both.
Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe.
When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on you,
be quieter than a dove. Don't even open your mouth for
even a coo.
A Moment
She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes
She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights,
She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still
The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
They are silver and full of sorrow and pain they splash against the wet street
And shine like silver perils against the black cold surface.
A car passes and for a moment she thinks the driver saw her, in her gown
For a moment she thought she was alive
Just for a moment
She sees the road stretch before her, she sees the lights that line each house
It is Christmas eave her mother and father are at church for their first Christmas sermon without her there, her eyes fill with more tears and more perils fall to the road
A bird flew above her, a dove
Her mothers favorite bird is a dove, she always says look to the dove for answers
The girl never understood her mothers words, now she knows
For a moment she smiles
For a moment she feels no pain
Just for a moment
She lifted her hands to the Dove
“Take me with you” she pleads into the sky, into the falling rain
The dove fly’s around her and grasps a small twig in his beak
The twig falls into her outstretched arms and she grasps it
She looks at her palm of her hand and sees the holly
The berries shine red, she knows what it means.
For a moment she sees the light stream from the Dove
For a moment she knew to follow
Just for a moment
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Magpie and the Young Dove
On the ground they struck each other
with their wings out stretched.
But the dove was so much smaller
and couldn’t evade the magpie’s pecks.
As feathers flew, it held down the dove
with its powerful grasping claws.
Once, twice, three times, it pecked,
and again several times more.
The tired dove’s resistance vanished
as the magpie took one hop back.
It stood admiring the results of its conflict
before making its final attack.
This brief encounter was nearly over,
the dove turned to face the magpie,
but then a dog approached the scene
and the magpie flew into the sky.
Keeping a close watch over its prey,
it waited in a nearby tree.
The dog lost interest and sauntered away,
giving the magpie opportunity.
One hop then two, it approached for the kill,
but the dog returned to save the day.
This time the magpie didn’t come back,
and the dove recovered to fly away.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Strange Tree
There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
And this strange tree could not agree,
That if this tree could ever see,
A stranger tree it sure would be.
There’s a strange tree which topples me,
For this strange tree was tall, you see,
And then this tree would use its knee,
To break in three, the clouds who flee.
There’s a strange tree which lives near me,
The northern tree, its branches free,
The southern tree, no limb to see,
For this strange tree, was strange, you see?
There’s a strange tree which I can see,
And this strange tree (against my plea)
Was sent to sea, its roots now free,
And now this tree… A ship is he.
End.
You and My Shadow
You never noticed how your single glance
pressed my shadow on the wall.
And by simply smiling even once,
my pressed shadow falls
and melts into the ground.
As though some unseen force from you
had taken control around.
How come you never noticed
my shadow on the wall...
pressed by some unseen force
when by my name you called.
And how it hid beneath my feet
when your shadow's close to mine!
Just when I walked ahead of you,
it's almost left behind.
And now you kiss me with your lips,
your eyes have said it all.
But dear, have you noticed
my pressed shadow on the wall?
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Calm On The Water
In a dream I was walkin in a beautiful field
I was gathering flowers at the foot of a hill
When a bright light descended and it spread oer the land
Jesus stood on the mountain and he held out his hand
Then he came down from the mountain, headed down to the sea
And the children strowed flowers in the path at his feet
And he was filled with compassion and the beasts from the wild
Came as gentle as lambs and they all walked at his side
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, theres joy in his love
Aint that a wonderful feelin, let us lift him up
Then he suddenly vanished from the crowd down below
Reappeared on the mountain in a radiant glow
He said your questions are many but the answer is love
Ill draw all men unto me if I be lifted up
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, theres joy in his love
There is life everlasting, let us lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up, what did he say
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifetd up
Lets lift him higher and higher
And higher and higher each day
Lets lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
Oh if I be lifted up
Theres a calm on the water, a hush in the crowd
Theres peace in the valley, theres a stillness about
Theres a light in the darkness, and joy in his love
Its a wonderful feelin, lift him up
He said if i
Be lifted up
He said if I be lifted up, thats what he said
He said if i
Be lifted up
If I be lifted up
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Beautiful Colours
Cornfields turned to mellow yellow
Skies shone a radiant azure blue
Leaves on the tree were emerald green
Heather was shining with purple hue.
The dove was cloaked in feathers white
Rose petals glowed crimson and cream
A lone star of gold lit up the night...
That night of my Silver Wedding dream.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Jesus At Midnight
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wrote that once before
Through the clouds in his shroud
With tears, in his eyes.
For He stands, still searching
For the beauty that He made
But now it is gone, forever gone
For now it is Mans waste.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
To survey the things He knew
But gone are the trees,
And the grass so green
And the peace, that once did soothe;
For the beautiful land that GOD made
It has all been erased,
And the sky above, which flew his dove
Is now filled, with Mans waste.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wrote that once before
As though to be proud,
Of the beauty he brought out
As creator, and maker of our World.
He came to see His mountains
And His rivers and oceans so blue
The land so green, and air so clean
And watch the Eagles as they flew.
Jesus walks at Sunrise,
I wonder what does He see
The hate all around, and Mans ugly sound
From all of mans own disease.
But now Jesus's beauty is gone
Revealed through GOD's own sunlight,
And that I won't deny
And a tear for man I will cry,
For now Jesus, walks at midnight.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Flashing Light
The flashing light up on the hill...
I wink, and it winks back.
The flashing light up on the hill...
its consistency annoys me.
The flashing light up on the hill...
perhaps its trying to tell me something?
The flashing light up on the hill...
it will still be there when I'm gone.
poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
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The Little Tree
A very faithful farmer,
Planted a small seed,
Where in a distant field,
It grew into a tree.
This tree had leaves of laughter,
As it rustled in the wind,
Its sound of many whispers,
Were voices of many friends.
Its branches were far reaching,
Its limbs, like little hands,
That touched the lives of many,
As it grew upon the land.
Its flowers bloomed in sunshine,
-They were countless little smiles,
That offered joy to others,
If but only for a while.
For the Farmer who was helping,
His little tree grow tall,
Knew of a better orchard,
The best one of them all.
Se he placed His hands around the tree,
And lifted it with care,
He took it to an orchard,
Where He himself was near.
The tree had all the sunshine,
Its leaves were there to stay,
Its flowers bloomed in happiness,
Every single day.
The Farmer loved the little tree,
Far more than people knew,
Now it lives forever,
In our hearts and Heaven too.
-In loving memory of Charles McMichael
poem by Jean Penner
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Standing In The Shadow
(coverdale)
Im running away from a feeling
Hiding my face in the sand
Im scared to love and lose again
I dont know if I can
I dont need the night to remind me
Where the lonely people go
I try running away from love
But, my heart keeps telling me no
Too many people
Standing in the shadow of love
Too many people
Are standing in the shadow
Standing in the shadow of love
Ive been living so long in the darkness
I know the cold embrace of the night,
When morning comes I close my eyes
cos Im blinded with the light
Taking a chance of a feeling
Is like waiting for a flower to grow,
So I stand at the crossroad, baby,
Wondering which way to go
Too many people
Standing in the shadow of love
Too many people
Are standing in the shadow.
Standing in the shadow of love
Im running away from a feeling,
Hiding my face in the sand
Im scared to love and lose again
I dont know if I can
I dont need the night to remind me
Where the lonely people go
I try running away from love
But, my heart keeps telling me no
Too many people
Standing in the shadow of love,
Too many people
Are standing in the shadow,
Standing in the shadow of love...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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All the Riches of Royalty
The king sat in his silver bathtub one morning
And he realized, as he soaked in the soft bubbles
That you can not rule your kingdom from a silver bathtub
So he did what any other king in a silver bathtub would do-
He got out.
Looking down, he realized that he was standing on his silver rug
And as he dried his arms, he considered that perhaps
You cannot rule a kingdom from a silver bathroom rug
So he slowly stepped off of the rug, and watched the patterns of his feet
Disappear into the silver carpet.
The king walked over to his window and looked over his kingdom.
It lay below him, sparkling in all it's silver beauty
And as he watched, it seemed to come alive with people
Shining like silver in the warm sun
A tear rolled down his quietly down his cheek
And he pondered that
Maybe, just maybe
Being a king is not all that they say it is
poem by Fallen Too Far
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