The curious cat
As I walk down the street it's there all the time
just sitting there still as can be at the window
this beautiful looking Black shiny cat.
And when I walk back past the cats house
it's still there sitting staring out at it's world.
Now and then I stop and stare back at it
the cats feline eyes looking curiously at me
I wonder what it's thinking and seeing.
What have you seen today I wonder
have you just sat there in your usual place
observing and taking in all that you see?
You are beautiful and mysterious
just sitting there at the window sill
watching the world go by and by.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Watching For Pa
Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Solarium Serenade
I'm just sitting here
Staring at the starry sky
Just thinking for a moment
What a beautiful night is this
I'm still sitting here
Feel so excited at the moon
So bright, in the night sky
What a beautiful night is this
Then I thought
This life is really beautiful
But it wasn't really beautiful
Before I meet you...
You're more beautiful
Than a shiny star...
You're more beautiful
Than a bright moon...
You're beautiful
Than everything...
And I can't lie about it...
You're more beautiful than everything...
Even though we're separated away
I can not stop thinking about you...
Even though you're not here right now
I always feel you're so close to me...
That's all because...
You're the most beautiful thing in my life...
poem by Jeffry Robertson
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Primrose Hill
A man opened his window and stared up primrose hill
Out there enjoying themselves Ive seen them from this sill
Green splashed with white and red going brown
Children baiting animals running up and down
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Slipping from the newspapers stacked against the wall
Piles of colour supplements squeeze between his fall
For a fleeting second I was up that hill
Although Ive never been there I wish I was there still
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Ive read and looked at everything
I know it off by heart
Deliveries every day newspapers and food
Never had to venture out the phone has been removed
Open up the window and stare up primrose hill
Sitting here its dark outside and everything is still
I stare out of this window
See the world go past
Ive read and looked at everything
I know it off by heart
song performed by by Madness
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Sitting In My Hotel
If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh.
They would all be saying that its not really me,
They would all be asking who Im trying to be.
If my friends could see me now,
Looking out my hotel window,
Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots,
If my friends could see me now I know they would smile.
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world,
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y.
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in june.
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room.
If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie,
Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove,
They would tell me that Im just being used
They would ask me what Im trying to prove.
They would see me in my hotel,
Watching late shows till the morning,
Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street,
Seven stories high looking at the world go by,
Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside.
If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me,
They would ask me what on earth Im trying to prove.
All my friends would ask me what its all leading to.
song performed by by Kinks
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Cattitude for M'Lady Ernestine
She tells her kittens this and that
Like any feline mother would
and she makes sure they’ve understood
Just what it means to be a cat...
For cats can trace their ancestry
much farther back than humans can
They are superior to man
although humans may not agree.
There was a time when humans knew
the feline race was born to rule.
The race of man was just a tool
cats used to do what they must do.
The menial tasks of every day
beneath a felines dignity.
A cats place was to oversee
that men did their work properly.
But times have changed and now today
Cats are seen by men as pets
but no true cat ever forgets.
That they will rule again one day.
Mean while cats have to rule by guile
A wise cat always gets her way
it is a role cats have to play.
Though cats may vary in their style.
Cats make the men provide our food
and somewhere warm and dry to sleep
Cats do not need to earn their keep.
There is no reason why we should.
That’s what men were created for.
Although they claim authority
they misperceive reality.
They’re born to worship and adore.
Perhaps cats will reward them when
Cats can assume their rightful place
as rulers of the human race.
The wheel is sure to turn again.
8-Feb-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Such beautiful eyes
Such beautiful eyes
I tell myself not to look
When you walk on by
But i take a peek
Just to remind myself why
Every time you turn the corner
Ill be there watching
Looking into those beautiful eyes
Every time you leave the house
Ill be on the other side of the street
Im your shadow
Even when its dark
Your all alone now
Walking down an empty road
Such beautiful eyes
Even when death is in sight
Such beautiful eyes
Even when life is no longer inside
Now i walk down
A busy street
Looking for another pair
Of beautiful eyes.
poem by Bill Steward
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cement
Its funny how I watch the day go by
Im sitting watching tv
Talk shows high
Theres banging on the walls
My head aches
Im drinking out the world
That I hate
I had a big car, new clothes everything
Ive had a watch engraved in switzerland
Today I saw her buying a magazine
Its time to get myself some therapy
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus:
Shes got a new dress on (Im in cement)
Sits by her radio (Im in cement)
Shes got those x-ray eyes (Im in cement)
Dont know which way to go
Its funny but I dream for yesterday
Im blistered by the burns that life has made
Im staring out behind the window shade
I see her face across the street again
Im in quicksand sinking in again
Ive got concrete shoes and I cant swim
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus
I dont know what to do
But I know that I must pull through
I cant keep watching you
How do I stop this, how do I stop this
How do I stop this disease?
Chorus
song performed by by Feeder
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Go Mental
Out of the hospital out against my will
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental
Mental mental
Ive killed my family they thought I was an oddity
Life is so beautiful I am a vegetable
Mental mental
Ive gone mental Ive gone mental
Staring at my goldfish bowl popping phenobarbitol
Life is so beautiful Ive gone mental mental mental
Sitting on my window sill life is so beautiful
Ive become irrational Ive gone mental
Mental mental Ive gone mental
song performed by by Ramones
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Dark Lady
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying
Sitting alone in the doghouse
Thinking of you all the time
Sighing, crying
Dark lady
Sitting alone by my window
Counting the stars of the night
Waiting, hating
Sitting alone by my window
Counting the stars of the night
Waiting, hating
Dark lady
Sitting and watching the sunrise
Darkness is filling my eyes
Sighing, crying
Sitting and watching the sunrise
Darkness is filling my eyes
Sighing, crying
Dark lady
song performed by by Scorpions
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Sitting In An Empty House
Sitting in an emtpy house
Waiting for the phone to ring
Sitting in an empty house
Wanting someone to call about anything
Sitting in an house
Just a cat for company
Sitting in an empty house
Will someone please take time for me?
Sitting in an empty house
No one knows I'm so alone
Sitting in an empty house
The pain I feel remains unknown
04/29/06
Your Eyes
The night sky is not a place,
Where I could lost while watching.
That time I would only remember ur face,
But still moons n stars try attracting
I wonder why they are so beautiful!
I could watch them for hour's n hours,
Those two eyes of yours and I give
Damn to those moon n stars.
Stars are millions n your eyes are two
But your eyes are the one to win.
Dear, It's the same mistake they always do
Every night, come to sky n compare with you
Or maybe that's not what they are doing,
They must have known you would be sleeping
In night, so they are taking their chance
Being happy, twinkling in sky and doing dance.
Many would fall in the beauty of the stars
Watching them from roofs, window, street and
Stopping bike and looking through the window of cars
Lost in its beauty and never ending night that's what they demand.
But sorry dear, I also look to the sky.
Laugh at them because I know they are shy
I don't want to see its beauty,
I have a thing to do and I call it my duty.
I ask them not to come to sky ever again
Remember this or else u (stars) would be in a great pain.
I wish if I could destroy then all,
Blast them in pieces with the strongest cannon ball.
Let's leave this and them in their own world.
I know your eyes are too beautiful.
So let me see your eyes until the day is over
I want to lost in its deepness for forever.
Don't try to hide those from me
They are to beautiful so let me see,
Or don't block with your hands or move your head
If I don't see it, still I would be breathing but a man like dead.
So please don't stop me dear,
I can't see it every day,
I am happy, smiling, inside I am dancing
It's all because u came to meet me today…
End
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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She Might Never Know
I was sitting lonely in my car
Watching her come and go
I could feel the strings pulling my heart
From the old house,
That I used to know
Like the river that was flowing
She was coming without knowing
Our loves the river that somehow lost its flow,
Lost its flow
From my car I can see her there
As the curtain slowly moves
As he runs his fingers thru her hair
And the fire slowly grooves
Whats the answer to this pain
I want to get back to her love again
And there shes sitting in that room
When she walked cross the street
Could she feel theres a heat
From my heart as it beats with her love
In her eyes other guys
See the fair that is there
But she might never know
But she might never know
I was sitting lonely in my house,
Wanting to tell her, wanting to call
And say I know I let you down,
Without thinking, his love might fall
No more hurting, no more clowning,
This emotion, isnt drowning,
If the rivers gonna save our true love after all,
After all
Im chewing on my nails again,
With my home across the street
I aint got no place to turn to now
While youre cooking for that creep
Whats the answer to this pain
I want to get back to her love again
There shes sitting in that room
When she walked cross the street
Could she feel theres a heat
From my heart as it beats with her love
In her eyes other guys, see the fair that is there
But she might never know
But she might never know
As I turned so she waved, this was all that she gave
So what was there to trade in love
Just the past that was cast, in the groove of the move
That she might never know
She might never know
song performed by by Wet Wet Wet
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Under the Sunset Sky
Sitting under the sunset sky
Laying around I wonder why
You value me so much more
Than any other you’ve met before
Why you feel so safe by me
And no the others that you see
Sitting under the sunset sky
I find comfort and I sigh
Knowing all is well by you
Having peace in all I do
Watching my troubles fall away
Not wanting then back any day
Sitting under the sunset sky
When you’re sad I want to cry
Feeling you’re sorrow, hurt and pain
When it’s done, all for gain
Drawing away from the past
What’s done is done and shouldn’t last
Sitting under the sunset sky
Only thing to do is deny
The comfort found when we’re alone
Feelings around us never shown
If only to live for how we feel
Soon this love would we seal
Sitting under the sunset sky
Longing for you by and by
Can’t get you off my mind
All the reasons trying to find
Thinking so hard never to know
Why you might care for me so
Sitting under the sunset sky
Hoping you won’t chose another guy
To be the one, to live the life
That good men live, without strife
To be with you is my goal
Are you the match for my soul?
Sitting under the sunset sky
To be with you when I die
Would be the best of any dream
Looking around, you see me beam
I’ve found the one out of all
Now it’s done, this task not small
poem by Brian Potthast
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Rachel and You and The Day Trip
It was a day trip out
to some seaside place
arranged by the Gospel church
for kids whose parents
were poor
and having got on the coach
you sat in a seat
by the window
and waved at your mother
standing on the pavement
along Rockingham Street
and she waved back
then this girl sat beside you
who you didn't know
and she smiled and said
all right if I sit here?
sure
you said
and looked back out
at your mother
and waved again
and she waved back
and you thought
who is this girl?
and why is she
sitting next to me?
and she looked at out
the window
and waved to her mother
who started talking
to your mother
and they both waved back
to you and the girl
and you said
do you want to sit
by the window?
and she said
ok yes that'd be nice
and so she got out
and you got out
then she got in
and sat
by the window
and you sat
down beside her
and then the coach
started up
and drove off
and you both waved
at your mothers
until they were out of sight
and the girl turned
and said
I'm Rachel
this is my first time
to the seaside
and you said
you can walk around
with me if you want to
and she said
that'd be good
I don't know
anyone else here
and so she did
all day
walked around with you
along the beach
and on the sands
making sandcastles
and in the cafe
where they took you all
for a meal
of fish and chips
and she talked
and talked
and smiled
and laughed
and once she took
hold of your hand
and it seemed
for a while
that she was happy
at least it seemed so
by the width of her smile.
poem by Terry Collett
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Back Streets Kids
Im just another back street kid
Rock n roll music is the only thing I really dig
Cant stop the music going round inside my head
Im a rock n roll soldier,gonna play it until Im dead
Nobody I know is gonna take my rock n roll away from me
Sitting in the back seat of a shiny limousine
Living in a taxi cant remember where Ive been
Playing my music,sitting in my hotel room
Writing about the stars and thinking about the hand of doom
Nobody I know is gonna take my rock n roll away from me
Living life comes easy if you know which way youre going
Got to see yourself in others eyes,surprised?
Living like I want to dont come easy,but Im trying
Sorting out whats true and what are lies,its wise
Brought up in a back street living with the salt of the land
Seems that now my musics paying off my tax demands
So listen to the music,want to see you get so high
cos Im a back street rocker and I will be till the day I die
Nobody I know is gonna take my rock n roll away from me
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me.
quote by Edie Brickell
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Beautiful Day
I wish ever day, start out this way
What a beautiful day
Clear skies, on the horizon, gentle breeze blowing back your hair
You and I together, without a worry, or a care
What a beautiful day
Take in a trip, to our special place, our second favorite place in the world
No one to bother us, no one else there,
Just you and I together, without a worry, without a care
What a beautiful day
And we can spend time talking, about the world outside
As we laze by the window, just you and I
Sharing a moment of happiness, with no one else there
What a beautiful day
What a beautiful day
A beautiful day, alone with you
poem by Colin Coplin
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Picture Of A Little Boy
I have a lovely picture
Set in a golden frame;
A picture of a little boy,
I do not know his name.
He's sitting by a waggon,
Upon an old car-tyre;
To know just what he's thinking
Would be my heart's desire.
He seems so small and helpless,
And troubled in his mind;
But one, more cute than he,
I doubt that you could ever find.
His hair is blonde and beautiful,
His eyes the deepest blue;
He sits there like 'The thinker'
Debating what to do.
I love this little picture
That's hanging on my wall;
This picture of a little boy
So young and very small;
He looks a perfect mixture
Of two boys that I once knew;
Just sitting in time's window,
And I am looking through.
Written Oct 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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A Poem For Antony From Johanna
I’m sitting at my window
Staring at the world that never changes
Gray skies, with no birds
blank streets down below with faces full of hopes lost
Dreams forgotten
Ambitions that got away
At least they look better than the sky line
Black smoke from old houses and flats
This is my only scenery
My room is filled with light but no pictures or paintings
Only lamps, a bed, and a locked door
That door
The one of my three escapes that will never happen
Besides the 17 foot dropp or death
I remain hopeful that my life will change
Wait...who’s that?
The man with brown hair looking at me through my window
Most men do this
But this is different
He must stop
Stop looking before he sees
How can I get him to stop
I can’t tempt him; I must get out of sight
Is he still there?
He must’ve left
Please have him leave
No he’s still there
Stop calling my name
He will hear
Stop, Please!
Where are you going?
No don’t come inside?
Run!
How can I warn you without him knowing?
Did you escape?
Are you alright?
He beat you
I hear you in the alleyway
What’s that?
He wants to be with me
He speaks of something that cannot be
He can never have
Not without...
The Key!
Please come back tomorrow
Sneak past quietly and I’ll give you the key
Don’t Forget
Remember me in your thoughts
Remember you must save Johanna
Please
Save me
Written: February 24,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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