Continue To Live (Revised)
A sweet grey car replaced my noble Jeep,
it is utterly alien to me; oh, I always knew
this day would come, the Jeep's upkeep
was an extra expense we did not need
and now it's gone, I feel terrible for
letting it go so easily
Rejoiced in the ease of transaction, just left
my Jeep - battery suddenly flat when we
went to the garage to make the exchange,
heart of a brave vehicle broken, I pray its
spirit will come to live in the car we
received in its place
It held me safe, even when I sped in front
of oncoming traffic it kept other cars from
bumping into me, alive like Herbie in The
Love Bug, a car holding a spirit, I hope the
Jeep's magical presence will return to me
and be content to live in a Suzuki
which has taken its place…
[ORIGINAL: ]
My noble Jeep gone, feel terrible to
let go so easily, always knew this day
would come, we could not afford the
Jeep's expensive upkeep, sweet grey
car in its place, but utterly alien to me
We rejoiced in the ease of transaction,
I never wept, just left my Jeep - though
its battery suddenly flat the first time we
went to the garage where the exchange
would take place, its bonnet nearly
Injured those beneath, the heart of the
brave vehicle broken - I pray its spirit will
come to live in the car we received in its
place - the Jeep held me safe, even when
I sped right in front of oncoming traffic
Always kept other cars from bumping into
me, alive just like Herbie in The Love Bug,
though the car itself held the spirit, I pray
that the spirit inhabiting the Jeep will return
to me and continue to live in the Suzuki
That has taken its place…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Bridge I Crossed
Very grand was the bridge I crossed,
Forward I marched in the steps of my father;
The world knew a little heaven and hell,
But the lesser crimes were to be committed.
Then the bridge was told to be new,
The effort spoke everyday, like a fortune
And a hell likeable, in front of you;
You are in close proximity to the bomb.
A great bridge had been crossed
By the jeep of speed and velocity;
A jeep is all it needs to arrive at last,
The last sting was made a century ago.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Back Seat
Ah yeah
I wanna send this one out to all the jeep lovers worldwide
City to city, ghetto to ghetto
Some flavor for you and yours
And your jeep
Youre the type of girl that got class and style
Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
So I pull up to your door to give you what youre looking for
Unh, hardcore
I know you wanna come...in my jeep
We can park on a back street
Youre checkin out my carphone, scopin out my jewelry
Lets do this in a hurry
Air freshener is kickin, drive through for chicken
I know you need a good stickin
Thats when I see my man snoop
Peace, what up kid? loungin duke
As I turn the corner, starin in your cornier
Youre gettin hornier and hornier
Im pumpin up a blint tape (flavor)
Youre legs is incredible, I do a double take
Youre puttin on your lipstick
I wanna give you this big fat...(yeeeaaa)
Quick, I know a place where we can lounge and cool, dont sleep
(where at? ) back seat of my jeep
[chorus]
Back seat of my jeep, lets swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, lets swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, lets swing an episode
Back seat of my jeep, lets swing an ep
Im pullin over near your building
I light a candle on the dashboard, were chillin
I knew a girl like you would love a scene like this
You got class but deep down youre real freakish
You got it all, but you never had a wild episode
Thats when me and my jeep showed
Up with the funk in the trunk and
Hittin it, were spunkin
Ill even get you drunk and tipsy
cause I know youre feelin frisky
You love it cause its wild and risky
You got your eyes on the hood
Youre up to no good
I took you in the back, you hoped I would
You got your black on black so stacked in the back
While Im pumpin in the cd Ill skip a track
Windows are foggy
And, uh, back seat treats in the streets could be a hobby
And you aint in between the isley brothers sheets
I give it to you real raw in the backseat
Thats how you want it, dont ya? (yeah)
Youll tell your girlfriends, wont ya? (nah)
Dont lie
Take it in your eye (why? )
So buckle up, buckle up
Whats my name? whats my name? whats my name? whats my name? huh
I never knew a four wheel drive could be so live
Ill put your numbers in the archives
So take em off, and put them things on the mirror girl
Its my jeep and your world
You got it going on lovely, time to do the right thing
cause I can tell you wanna swing
[chorus]
Were bonin on the dark blocks
Wearin out the shocks, wettin up the dashboard clock
Seats full of sweat, I told ya I would hit it
Your kitty, kitty, cat, cat, was hungry so I fed it
Workin as a team
Somebody, anybody (scream)
Jump with me to the cash bar
Ill be like bruce lee in them skins goin waahhh
Damn, its so good, the mad grip on my tip
Youre still a nice girl but my jeep makes ya flip
You go wild and stick your toes on the roof (yeah yeah)
Youre so cute, wit your gold tooth
Exstentions on the carpet
That nice round brown is my target
Its so firm, so cushy, it makes me feel mushy
I love it when its pushy
But dont laugh, Im serious with this (word up)
The back seat of my jeep, is priceless
Youre climaxin, youre climaxin, its full action
You love a good waxin, its so relaxin
Unh, give me a hug
See what Im sayin love?
[chorus]
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The Rainbow
The rain came down in swirls that day,
The rain came down in sheets,
We sat in the back of the S.U.V.
As the rain, it turned to sleet.
‘I think it’ll show by Bleddows Hill
When the storm decides to pass’,
I said to Ben as the clock struck ten
From the tower of Gormenghast!
I set the G.P.S. to range,
And checked the lat. and long.,
I’d bought a second-hand S.D.A.*
To track it, right or wrong,
The rain kept up its steady beat
The clouds were dull and grey,
For never a beam of moon or sun
Had shown, for many a day!
‘You’d better go wait in the Jeep, ’ I said,
‘And turn your mobile on,
Be ready to move at the speed of light
At the first bright glimpse of the sun,
For no-one’s uncovered the pot of gold
That lies at the end of the bow,
It’s led them a merry dance, ’ I said,
‘But now, at last, we’ll know! ’
So Ben sat up in the Jeep, he did,
But wet, and drenched to the bone,
I got the feeling he’d rather be
Asleep, in bed, at home!
We sat for over an hour out there,
In wait, for the sun to shine,
While I took notes from the G.P.S.
As it helped to pass the time.
Then out from a gap in a darkening cloud
A beam shone out, from the sun,
The air was suddenly light and clear
And the rain was almost gone,
A coloured bow shot over the hill
And into the air, at last,
It curved toward the village to point
At the tower of Gormenghast!
I spat the figures to Ben on the phone
And the Jeep leapt over the hill,
I kept the bow on the G.P.S.,
And tracked its movement well;
‘It only moves if I follow it,
It stays if I hold it still…’
We thought that science had tamed the way
That a rainbow rose, and fell!
Ben chased the bow to the village street
To the tower of Gormenghast,
Where the S.D.A. had pinned it down
With the G.P.S. at last,
And he dug and dug, ‘til an earthen pot
Lay there with the note it spilled,
Inscribed: ‘This is the poor man’s end;
The rich bit’s over the hill! ’
(11 August 2011)
poem by David Lewis Paget
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I had a jeep made up for Michael, and he would take it on tour, and he would hide behind it, like a curtain.
Alien
Alien to love
Alien to hate
Alien to knowledge
Alien to fate
Alien to sanity
Alien insane
Alien to caring
Alien in pain
poem by Poet Dragon
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Day In Summer In The Mountain
the rainbow is a dome
behind the blue horizon
a bridge carries a jeep
loaded with ordinary people
the story is true
below there is no water
rocks and pebbles and grasses and
then the emptiness of space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Illegal Alien
Got out of bed, wasnt feeling too good
With my wallet and my passport, a new pair of shoes
The sun is shining so I head for the park,
With a bottle of tequila, and a new pack of cigarettes
I got a cousin and she got a friend,
Who thought that her aunt knew a man who could help
At his apartment I knocked on the door,
He wouldnt come out until he got paid.
Now dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no
Its no fun being an illegal alien
Down at the office had to fill out the forms
A pink one, a red one, the colours you choose,
Up to the counter to see what they think
They said it doesnt count man, it aint written in ink.
I dont trust anybody, least not around here, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I mean it when I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien,
An illegal alien, o.k.
Consideration for your fellow man
Would not hurt anybody, it sure fits in with my plan
Over the border, there lies the promised land
Where everything comes easy, you just hold out your hand
Keep your suspicions, Ive seen that look before
But I aint done nothing wrong now, is that such a suprise
But Ive got a sister whod be willing to oblige
She will do anything now to help me get to the outside
So dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, because
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and its getting me down
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, yeah yeah yeah
Its no fun (not much fun) being an illegal alien, I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no
Its no fun (not bloody much fun) being an illegal alien,
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and thats what I am.
song performed by by Genesis
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A little extra, from an extra ordinary woman
She goes out of her way and travels that extra mile
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She consoles you, smiles with you, cries with you and for you
A little extra than anyone else
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She spends on you a little extra than she does on her own self
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She uses her extra strength and wisdom to pick you up when you fall
She blinds her sight to your imperfections
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She loves you a little extra just to stand out different
From all those who love you
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She starves herself so that you may eat a little extra
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She forgives you all the time
Even when you guilty mind knows you don’t deserve such kindness
Because she is an extra ordinary woman
She may not be the most perfect woman but
She is indeed an extra ordinary woman
She is your mother, your wife, your fiancee, your girlfriend
Your sister, your grandmother and your daughter
You best appreciate her
poem by Grace Mdemu
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Classifications Of An Attitude
There you can feel my heart,
There you can see my lover;
Do not weep, for my love is for you only.
There you can taste my love,
There you can see my muse;
Do not weep, because i love you.
Deep is your love towards my heart,
So do not weep my sweet one;
For your dream is now like the cleanliness of your compound.
With a sweep,
With a sleep,
With the things that lovers do at times;
And like the classifications of an attitude from a need.
Come to me my love and,
Let us get into my Jeep;
For you need a better clean up from ym house,
And like the words of love in the land of romance.
I am a lover and my gratitude is shown without words,
And like the freshwater ound to watch at times;
I love you and someday somewhere we will marry,
With love over the hills and over the planes.
The order of the day is for you to dry up your tears,
And like the moment of the truth and the moment of love;
For my love is what you need!
So dry up your tears.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Xxxtra
omake
special feature
extended edition
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
double cheese
free recharge
exclusive gift
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
riders
first class service
profit plus
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
long guarantee
high bonus
'buy 1 get 2' price
everyone wants extra
but nobody loves to be extra
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Obnoxious Powers
An obnoxious man read the rich powers now cheap,
To the broad and the odd, I confess to housekeep;
Like those aided and forced, in a way to out leap,
Like an outlaw that managed a way to the jeep.
I see red and I watch the very simple stages of us,
My decision may bite, and this answers briefness;
For that answer is sent to some men breathless,
They sort me, they ask me, they demand the braveness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Girl Who Came from the Moon
I noticed the glow through my window-pane,
A glow, set deep in the wood,
I thought that it might be a tree on fire
And it didn't enhance my mood,
I took the jeep, an extinguisher,
And stuck to the well worn trail,
My headlights picked out a wreck of a car
Ablaze, and a girl, quite pale.
Beyond the car was a meteorite
That glowed and pulsed in the dark,
The girl stood shivering, next to a tree
Reached out, and picked at the bark,
She wore a jacket of silver thread
That was scorched, and torn at the seams,
‘So this is the place that the Master said,
A planet, cocooned in dreams! '
I thought she was probably quite deranged
And helped her into the jeep,
Her form was slender and angular
And she promptly fell asleep,
I doused the fire in the burning wreck
But the meteorite still glowed,
Buried quite deep in the undergrowth
It was only the top that showed.
I sprayed it all with a burst of foam
But the foam dispersed in the air,
It floated away like candy floss,
The kind you see at the fair,
I turned and made for the Willy's Jeep
And raced back out on the track,
I don't know why, but a shiver ran
From my neck to the small of my back.
Back at the house she looked around
And a smile lit up her face,
‘So this is the place you hide at night,
From the monsters, deep in space! '
Her cheekbones were quite angular
And her forehead broad and square,
But the feature most that startled me
Was the sheen of her silver hair.
It fell straight down to her shoulders, swept
Around like a silver bowl,
And looked much more like a helmet, set
For it didn't move at all,
‘We'd better see where you're from, ' I said,
‘Your folks will be worried soon.'
She laughed, a tinkling bell-like sound,
‘I just dropped in from the Moon! '
I thought, ‘Oh yes, here's a likely one,
Perhaps she should be restrained? '
The shock of the car and the meteorite
Had rendered her quite deranged.
‘I came to warn you, the Argonauts
Are waiting, up in the sky,
When Pluto enters Aquarius
They will come, and your race will die! '
I settled her down to sleep the night,
In the morning she was gone,
But out in the woods there were flashing lights
And cars and trucks in a swarm,
There were Police and Special Agents there
And the Army in full force,
While standing silent, watching them there
Was a grey and silver horse.
It watched as a truck had pulled away
With a globe strapped under a tarp,
A bevy of Military Police were there,
By now, it was almost dark,
Then the horse looked back and it stared at me
And I noticed the silver mane,
That swept down over its shoulders
As it cantered off, in the rain.
27 September 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Drive (For Daddy Gene)
It was painted red
The stripe was white
It was 18 feet from bow to stern light
It was 2nd hand, from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine, put on a border
Built out of love, but made for the water
We ran her for years, til' the transim got rotten
A piece of my child hood will never be forgoten
It was just an old plywood boat
A 75 Johnson, an electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
I would turn her sharp, I would make it wide
He said you can't be the way a old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton short bed ford
My Uncle bought new in 64
Daddy got it ridin cause the engine was smoking
A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He'd let me drive her when we haul off a load
Off a dirt strip where we'd dump trash
Off of thickpin road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet to the pedals
Smiling like a hero
Who just receivied his medal
It was just an old hand me down ford
With 3 speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
I would press that clutch, and I would keep it right
He would say just a little slower son
Your doing just fine
Just a little dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When Daddy let me drive
Im all grown up now
3 daughters of my own
I let them drive my old jeep
Across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile
And say
It was just an old worn out jeep
Rusty old four doors
Hot on my feet
A young girl two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
and he'd say Turn it left, and steer it right
Straighten up girl,now your doing just fine
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When Daddy let me drive
Daddy let me drive
Oh he let me drive
She's just old plywood boat
With a 75 johnson
And electric choke
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Drive
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy when he went there to get her
We put on a shine; put on a motor
Built out of love, made for the water
Ran her for years, 'til the transom got rotten
A piece of my childhood that will never be forgotten
It was just on old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton shortbed ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got it right 'cause the engine was smoking
A couple of burnt valves and he had it going
He let me drive her when we'd haul off a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
With a three-speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it mode me feel
And I would press that clutch
And I would keep it right
And he'd say, "a little slower son you're doing just fine"
Just a dirt rood with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now three daughters of my own
I let them drive my old Jeep across the pasture at our home
Maybe one day they'll reach back in their file
And pull out that old memory
And think of me and smile and say
It was just an old worn out Jeep
Rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
A young girl two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it made me feel
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high on a mountain
When daddy let me drive
When daddy let me drive
Oh he let me drive
Daddy let me drive
It's just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Anything To Be Happy
What would you do for a touch of happiness
Would you run that extra distance
Would you spend that extra hour
Would you show that extra effort
What would you do for a touch of happiness
Would you feel that extra pain
Would you spend that extra cash
Would you drive that extra mile
What would you do for a touch of happiness
People would do anything to be happy
It is something they need
They do the “extras”
When it is all quite simple
Happiness comes from the inside
poem by Paul Celano
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A Sunday Prayer 12
Dear Lord as I pray to you today
for help for all of us everywhere
to get through another day.
There are some in this world,
who need an extra blessing from you.
Their quality of life is not what it should be.
They are look on by some
as burden to our society.
They are pointed at with fingers,
by those showing little or no respect.
It is for these individuals that I want
you to give an extra blessing today.
Those among us who cannot
for whatever reason defend themselves.
Some have suffered terrible injuries
by either life or accident.
They need extra care from you
to see their lives through.
So as I finish this prayer
for Sunday my Lord.
Could you give them
a little extra of your time?
poem by David Harris
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Replaced By You
Who are you,
I miss you,
not this new you,
the you I knew.
The you I knew was,
kind sweet and caring,
this new you,
lacks the heart you had.
What happened to you,
what happened to the man,
that a long time ago,
I actually knew?
You've changed so much,
I wish you hadn't,
I wish you could go back,
to who you once were.
But I know now,
that the man I once new,
is gone and has been,
replaced by you.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Backbite
A widower comes asking
For new seedlings
Of sexy pink
His old jeep parks
His young handsome
Driver
Comes his name is
Mark
Both of them smells
Musk
Something’s musky
Something needs
To be explained
But you understand
This widower at
60 needs a
Young boy like the
Greek Plato
To appease his
Philosophical sense
About loneliness
The good, the beautiful
And yes
The truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shares
Shares, hears, seas, as has, are, she, era, sears, hears, he, share;
In the dust and in the ashes! !
But i will speak to you and i will question you,
For the bull's flesh is now in your pot.
Peep, deep, weep, beep, jeep, keep, seep;
As hard as a lower millstone!
But the strikes had exposed your underpants,
And like the muse of your mind in the land of war! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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