Snapshot of Rimbaud
You are ofcourse on the go somehow
but with the strangeness of stilled life,
white, dressed as in orderlies cloth.
Imagine this faded album-leaf,
mildewed, sunk in chrome light as some
collected piece heaped in archives
and after the many elopements
of yourself, as unfazed as a
pilfered day, there are no left-offs;
fingers and imprints.Run train,
sweat the blazing steel and steam
the inexorable formalities.
2009 revised
poem by Lelio S Shirra
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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Last Train Done Gone Down
This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
That last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard the whistle moaning low
That last train done gone down
My sweet babys on that train
My sweet babys on that train
I wonder if I will see her again
That last train done gone down
I heard that whistle moanin low
I heard that whistle moanin low
Im begging and pleading, please dont go
That last train done gone down
Im sorry for what Ive done
Im sorry for what Ive done
Too late good-bye, my sweet baby cried
That last train done left town
That last train done left town
That last train done left town
I heard that whistle moanin low
That last train done gone down
Words and music by peter rowan
song performed by by John Denver
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Janice and You at Waterloo Station
At Waterloo Station
the steam engines
puffed powerful steam
reaching up
to the rooftop
and you stood there
hands in your pockets
your nose sniffing in
the white and grey smell
you can taste it
on your tongue
and Janice beside you
her eyes looked up
at the rooftop
as the steam
reached high
her hands clutching
the small bag
I want to be a train driver
when I'm older
you said
I want to smell
that smell
and breathe in
that steam and shovel
coal in the engine
maybe you will
Janice said
maybe you'll be
on a train like that
big and black
and powerful
she put her hand
under your arm
and squeezed
Gran said we can be
what we want
if we want it
bad enough
Janice added
you felt her hand
under your arm
sensed her squeeze it
we went to the seaside
on a big black train
like this last year
you said
and I put my head
out the train window
and my mum said
keep your head in
or a train
will knock it off
that'd be horrible
Janice said
she clutched
closer to you
as the steam train
puffed out more steam
and the sound was loud
and powerful
and she said
maybe
when you're an engine driver
you can take me
to the seaside
with Gran
yes
you said
and if you come
to the engine
before you take off
I can show you
the engine
and how powerful it is
and she smiled
and put her head
on your shoulder
yes
you said softly
when I grow up
and when I am older.
poem by Terry Collett
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Author's Inspiration
My fingers do not type the words on the page; they do not draw delusions on a thin piece of white lined paper. They are not meant for the works of art to be used and unworthy for. My fingers are worthy enough to paint pictures inside your cognizance, more than painting a paintless sheet that means nothing to me. My fingers work as if every picture I paint in my mind, inspires them to write the unwritten page, to make it a master piece. But not every inspiration inside my mind, will take merely a second to create. It takes time, patience, and art to smear the writings onto a page. Author inspiration is from what comes from the heart; deep and dark, inspring and light - it's as if it was left inside its cage. No freedom, no light, no darkness, no being of a creature that the render of the paper, simply gave up on inspiring the little ones'. It's as if this mere creature was left within a white blank world. No colors to paint, no words to express. An author inspiration is formed when they see or hear other works of art, whether it's music to their ears, movies they wish to be in, life and feelings that they feel or positioned in, or other writings that they write something else about - but as an inspiration from them. An inspiration can be from anything from the outside world, from what happens inside one's life, to what creates such imagination within one's thoughts that coats the page with color and creativity. Anyone can be talented. Anyone can have an inspiration. You just have to feel and be it.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Ofcourse Mom You Can Do............
A mother has so many things to do
from washing, ironing, cleaning and tying a shoe
she scrubs she mends she cooks and sews
she can reapir anything and make it new
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she becomes a docter when any one is ill
applying a bandage or giving them a pill
she tends her family with love, care and patience too
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she keeps to smile after working so much
everything completes by her final touch
you face so many problems but u share only few
ofcourse, that is what a mom can do
no one knows me as you knew
no one can care me as you can do
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
but all we can do is just thank you...........
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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Unimaginable Light
Imagine the generation of darkness,
imagine the view of light,
imagine the joy that overflows the eyes that beholds brightness,
Darkness cannot comprehend the beauty and role of such imagination,
with feelings from Joy, Joy from brightness.
Building an unforgettable memory of happiness,
campaigning against blindness. oh!
what a rescue, rescue from the ages of blindness.
really, its light beyond words.
Yes, an unquenchable light that speaks life to the blind.
9-11-2009
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Fast Train
Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin
I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things Ive yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin to find some piece of mind
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
song performed by by Kate Bush
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And the White Album is important to me for different reasons. One - I had left the band on the White Album.
quote by Ringo Starr
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(Waiting For) The Ghost Train
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
And I hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide
song performed by by Madness
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The Ghost Train
A straw headed woman, and a barrel chested man,
A pocket full of posies with a hat brim full of sand,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
A dog chasing the tumbleweeds, across the sandy floor,
That drift along the platform, through the ticket office door,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
But don't tell me there's nothing coming, you don't fool me,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
The station master's writing with a piece of orange chalk,
A hundred cancellations, still no one wants to walk,
Keep the hungry children from the skeletons in the back,
Paid to keep an eye out for the gipsy caravan,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
Ooh - waiting for the train that never comes,
I hear the ghost train rumbling along the tracks - set them free,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white (don't try),
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
And i hear them,
It's black and white don't try to hide,
It's black and white don't try to hide...
song performed by by Madness
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That Blazing Light
I don't know where that blazing
Light is coming from
But all I know is that blazing light is
Keeping me up all night long
Every time whenI try to go back to sleep
That blazing light keeps waking me up
Every second
Believe me right now I am getting frustrated with the blazing light
My sleep is very important for me
Without it I can't function at all.
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Welsh Highland Railway
A belch of smoke and steam,
and a whistle wail
we move with a clickty-clack along the rails.
Then with the train then gathering speed,
our journey begins with more whistle wails.
The carriage throws us around this way and that
as the old steam train rolls down the track.
Visions of happy days gone by,
with billowing smoke and steam.
Fragrancing the air on our ride
of nostalgic days and old ways.
As we ride the rails on a train
of the Welsh Highland Railway.
poem by David Harris
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Chrome
You always were teh special one
The breath of air, the heap of fun
You always had a kind of light
That might dismay, or might delight
I thought abou tall along
I used to doubt you
Guess i was wrong
Now you shine like chrome
You're a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We're all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
Your so hard and cold like chrome
And i'd like to take you home
But i'm scared of you
It's nice to see you looking well
I know your age but i won't tell
You always had a kind of glow
You're luminous
But i guess you know
I see it clearly
You're gonna shine
I never really thought you'd be mine
Now you shine like chrome
You're a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We're all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
Your so hard and cold like chrome
And i'd like to take you home
But i'm scared of you
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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I got a chance to have my dream come true, and I wanted to make sure I made the decision as to when I dropped my last album. If I don't feel like this album is an incredible piece of work, then I'm cool with the albums I've done. I don't have to put out another album.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Imagine / Sing The Wondrous Love Of Jesus
IMAGINE
(From Album LEGACY: HYMNS AND FAITH)
I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face is looking at me
Surrounded by your glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
When all of youll be still imagine hm...
I can only imagine
I can only imagine all creations bow down
The whole universes saying your name out loud
I can only imagine
All of broken lifes resurrecting in the healing light
Surrounded by your glory, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
When all of youll be still
Will I stand in Your presence?
Unto my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak it all?
I can only imagine
Oh, I can only imagine
Surrounded by forgiveness, what will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
When all of youll be still
Will I stand in Your presence?
Unto my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak it all?
I can only imagine
Oh, I can only imagine
I can only I can only huu..
I can only imagine
I can only Imagine
Just imagine
song performed by by Amy Grant
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All Of A Piece
ALL of a piece were the sunset light,
The rose in the tree, and the golden girl;
Beauty, the weaver, 'twas that wove them,
Weaving deftly, as Beauty can,
Just to capture the eyes of a man,
Just to make the heart of him love them,
Setting the blood in his veins a-swirl;
Ah, the rose, and the girl, its piece-mate!
Ah, the sunset of rose and pearl!
All of a piece are the faded light,
The rose in the mire and the girl grown old;
Beauty, the trickster, 'twas that wove them,
Weaving deftly, as Beauty can,
Just to capture the soul of a man,
Just to make the heart of him love them,
Then to sicken and grow grave-cold;
Fragile wear is the cloth of Beauty —
Rose and sunset and girl of gold!
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Salvation.... Comes To This
full moon dripping
down through the trees,
the last train to nowhere
rumbles down the old tracks...
your eyes, staring softly
through the half lit window,
seem to speak, but leave
empty spaces where
naked words should be....
salvation then, comes to this,
the imprints your fingers leave
on the doorknob you just locked!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sorrow and JD
I was looking to drown my sorrows
in a large bottle of JD.
After six fingers things looked better
as they became sunk in me.
Twelve fingers and my mind became blurry,
the JD was getting increasingly less.
I was losing all sense of reason
and becoming a mixed up mess.
The liquid was decidedly more ish,
as fingers became more like hands.
Bad memories faded into oblivion
as the JD took over command.
I lost my grip on everything
as my elbow slipped off the bar.
My glass passed through my fingers
and bounced as it hit the floor.
At this point I lost my co-ordination,
and the bar wouldn’t keep still.
I was a passenger in a spinning helicopter
and I was feeling unquestionably ill.
I woke up as a red eyed headache,
with my clothes in a state of distress.
My first thoughts were that of self pity
caused by sorrow, and JD excess.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Budget
It is alway not right to say cut
Your cloth according to your coat.
It is right to say cloth be collected
keeping in view the size of the coat.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Visit to the Train Station.
You and Fay got off the bus
and walked towards Waterloo train station
and you said
I often come here
just to see and smell
and hear the steam trains
and she looked about her
at the sights and sounds
and smell of steam off the trains
at the platforms
and she said
I haven't been here
since my parents took us
to the seaside once
and my father was in a cross mood
all day because we wanted to play
on the beach and he wanted to go
to the pubs and my mother sat there
most of the day watching us
in a solemn silence
and she jump back a little
when a stream engine
blew out loudly nearby
and she laughed
and so did you
and as you stood there
in your faded jeans
and off white tee shirt
and she in her pink
summery dress
she took your hand
in her small hand
and you watched her
out of the corner of your eye
and she seemed to be so alive
and happy and all the dark times
of her father and his moods
and stern punishments
seemed momentarily
to have fled
and a glint of sunshine
and happiness came
and rested there
instead.
poem by Terry Collett
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