You walk, and look like me
You walk, and look like me,
Your eyes directed down.
I also used to lower mine!
Hey you, passer by, stop!
Read-when you've gathered
A bouquet of buttercups and poppies,
That I was called Marina
And how old I was.
Don't think that this is a grave,
That I will appear,scary...
I myself loved too much
To laugh, when I shouldn't have!
And the blood would come to my face
And my hair was curly...
You passer by, I also was!
You passer by, stop!
Break yourself off a wild stem
And after it a berry,-
No wild strawberry is larger or sweeter
Than one from a graveyard.
Only don't stand gloomily,
Dropping your head on your chest,
Think about me easily,
As easily then forget!
How the sun's ray shines upon you!
You're all covered in golden dust...
-Don't let it disturb you,
My voice from underground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Much Like Me
Much like me, you make your way forward,
Walking with downturned eyes.
Well, I too kept mine lowered.
Passer-by, stop here, please.
Read, when you've picked your nosegay
Of henbane and poppy flowers,
That I was once called Marina,
And discover how old I was.
Don't think that there's any grave here,
Or that I'll come and throw you out ...
I myself was too much given
To laughing when one ought not.
The blood hurtled to my complexion,
My curls wound in flourishes ...
I was, passer-by, I existed!
Passer-by, stop here, please.
And take, pluck a stem of wildness,
The fruit that comes with its fall --
It's true that graveyard strawberries
Are the biggest and sweetest of all.
All I care is that you don't stand there,
Dolefully hanging your head.
Easily about me remember,
Easily about me forget.
How rays of pure light suffuse you!
A golden dust wraps you round ...
And don't let it confuse you,
My voice from under the ground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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The Tulip And The Passer By
In a flower pot of love lives a beautiful tulip plant,
And then was the passer by with words to attract it;
For, it was just like a passing glance and the sense of love,
And they were both attracted to each other.
The tulip was so beautiful to be touched,
And so nice to smell its aroma;
For its aroma fumes the iar around it.
The passer by was attracted to it like a magnent and,
He was touched by the fragrance of this tulip;
And love was the key for him to touch this tulip.
Of the passer by and the tulip,
Of the sense of humour to attract both of them;
But it was just a passing glance for the passer by,
And true love did crown the day for both of them.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Flanders Fields
Here the scanted daisy glows
Glorious as the carmined rose;
Here the hill-top's verdure mean
Fair is with unfading green;
Here, where sorrow still must tread,
All her graves are garlanded.
And still, O glad passer-by
Of the fields of agony,
Lower laughter's voice, and bare
Thy head in the valley where
Poppies bright and rustling wheat
Are a desert to love's feet.
poem by Elizabeth Daryush
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Die a Log Dialogue
'While wine still trickles fickle Death
must sheath sharp sickle, pause for breath
which hope for scope empowereth.'
To phantom sigh said passer by.
'The spine that shivers sets the score
for mind beyond the shadows led,
what's lust to who may prey no more? '
To passer by ghost of reply.
'Tears, fears, arrears are paid in Time
as Trust plays out Life's p[h]antomime
awaiting Paradise sublime.'
To phantom sigh said passer by.
'Death knows no fears, they're faced before,
some trembling mirage sins restore.
Tears are drowned out by sonic roar.'
To passer by said phantom sigh.
'No favours asked, no quavers given,
by backward glance no joys are driven,
but sins forgotten, sins forgiven.'
To phantom, 'Why? ' said passer by.
'Temptation taps a semaphore
of semi quavers sped instead
of scene thats seen, Mort or Amor.'
To passer by said phantom sigh.
'All things Love conquers, victory
of life sublime, eternity
is hyphen syphon, surface sea,
which all must sail' said passer by.
'Upon Time's [s]wings, that base bass whore
all face is surface phantom sped,
desire inspires, masks empty core.'
To passer by said Phantom sigh.
'Farewell! my welfare lies elsewhere,
and yet lies not, believes in fair
winds which Time's leaves for Life prepare'
To phantom sigh said passer by.
'Your's is not pitch or toss to call,
for finger beckon none forestall,
must dropp what seems their wherewithal
to answer summons.' Phantom said.
'That may seem so in this dimension
yet other dreams may add extension,
prorogue fell sentence, toxin mention.'
To phantom, 'bye! ' said passer's sigh.
'Betimes by night c[l]ause rhymes with c[l]aw,
bell tolls the tocsin dark and dread,
worms bore, fire burns. In store no awe.
Life's reasons seize on.' Phantom said.
'To others, therefore, say adieu,
before sun dries dawn's sparkling dew
as I am now so shall you, too,
lie, as a phantom, stark abed.'
(30 November 2006)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Epitaph
Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he--
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.--
That he who many a year with toil of breath
Found death in life, may here find life in death :
Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame--
He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same.
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Eternal Waiting Game
Entouré et enterré
La protection des morts
Coffre-fort et sûr
Obscurité
Silence
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Silence de nouveau
Attente
Éternel
Plus de grincement
Silence de nouveau
Fraîcheur
Croissance de plus frais
La température de terre
Laisser-passer d'heures
Alors jours
Alors mois
Alors saisons
Une goutte
Alors un autre
Eau
La terre s'adapte
Grincements de bois
Plus de gouttes
Humidité
Laisser-passer de saisons
Plus de gouttes
Plus d'ajustage
Laisser-passer d'années
Humidité
Fait d'être moisi
Déchirures de bois
La terre tombe vers l'intérieur
Calamité
Compression
Silence
poem by Jim Davidson
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Wild Honey
Sweet sweet wild honey bee
Eat up eat up eat up honey
Mama Im tellin you as sure as Im standing here
Shes my girl and thats the way Im keeping it now mama dear
No good will it do you to stand there and frown at me
The girls got my heart and my loves coming down on me
My loves coming down since I got a taste of wild honey
You know shes got the sweetness of a honey bee
Wild honey
She got it on and stung me good yes sirree
With all the other stud bees buzzing all around her hive
She singled me out single handed took me alive
Well can you can you gonna take my life eating up her wild honey
(sweet sweet wild honey bee)
(eat up eat up eat up honey)
Oh mama shes sweeter
Gettin sweeter
Sweeter sweeter
Sweet
Wild honey
Let me tell you how she really got to my soul
It aint funny
The way she make wanna sing a little rock n roll
Theres nothing quite nice as a kiss of wild honey
I break my back workin just to save me some money
So I can spend my life with her
Sock it to me wild honey
Wild honey shes mine
Wild honey shes mine
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Veil
I think and think: yet still I fail —
Why must this lady wear a veil?
Why thus elect to mask her face
Beneath that dainty web of lace?
The tip of a small nose I see,
And two red lips, set curiously
Like twin-born berries on one stem,
And yet, she has netted even them.
Her eyes, 'tis plain, survey with ease
Whate'er to glance upon they please.
Yet, whether hazel, gray, or blue,
Or that even lovelier lilac hue,
I cannot guess: why — why deny
Such beauty to the passer-by?
Out of a bush a nightingale
May expound his song; from 'neath that veil
A happy mouth no doubt can make
English sound sweeter for its sake.
But then, why muffle in like this
What every blossomy wind would kiss?
Why in that little night disguise
A daybreak face, those starry eyes?
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Autumn Frost
The morning sun shows like a pillar
Of fire through smoke on frosty days.
As on a faulty snap, it cannot
Make out my features in the haze.
The distant trees will hardly see me
Until the sun at last can break
Out of the fog, and flash triumphant
Upon the meadows by the lake.
A passer-by in mist receding
Is recognized when he has passed.
You walk on hoarfrost-covered pathways
As though on mats of plaited bast.
The frost is covered up in gooseflesh,
The air is false like painted cheeks,
The earth is shivering, and sick of
Breathing potato-stalks for weeks.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Running Wild
I move as fast as I can
I like to get around
Im crazy like a madman
My feet dont touch the ground
I move amongst the night life
And they just step aside
Cause when they see me coming
They know Im running wild
Dead or alive theres nothing
That bothers me at all
I take on all comers
They back off or they fall
They raise their hands to stop me
I laugh and I defy
Cause whats the point in living
Unless youre living wild
No chains can hold me down
I always break away
I never hear society
Tell me what to do or say
I taste the life that pleases me
And raise a storm for all the world to see I never stumble, never fall
Never stop for rest
I rebell but I walk tall
And I demand respect
I move amongst the nightlife
And they just step aside
Cause when they see me coming
They know Im running wild
Im running wild
Im running wild
Get outta my way
Im running wild
Im running wild
You better believe it
Wild...
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Cant Stop
Oh yeah
Yeah
Cant stop thinkin about you
No, I cant stop thinkin about you
In the morning day or night
I tremble at your sight
Its impossiable to fight,Ive tried
Now youre in my head
And your mind Ive read
Gonna stop the words you say
Now i
-chorus-
Cant stop thinkin about you
I cant get you off my mind
Ohhhh I cant stop thinkin about you
Thinkin about you all the time
Cant stop thinkin about you
I cant get you off my mind
Ohhh I cant stop thinkin about you
Thinkin about you all the time
Cupids heart seeped through
And all along you knew
I just want you to be mine
Nothin I can do
Im all wraped up with you
Even if I wanted to
Iam out of time
-chorus-
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
Why
Ohhh yeah
-rap break x 4-
Tick tock, tick tock
Goes the clock
Not a second passes,
I cant stop
-break x 4-
Cant stop(cant stop)
Cant stop it
Cant stop(cant stop)
Cant stop
Take me to a place
Where I can always see your face
I really lost my way this time
Tell me what it means
Iam bursting at the seams
Youre in my thoughts, my dreams
Yet i
-chorus-
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
I want to know
Say, why is it so
Cant stop thinkin(cant stop thinkin about you)
Cant stop,yeah
Cant stop
Cant stop
Whoa
song performed by by Hanson
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A Kiss Tell
I don’t care
I don’t dare
You’re not mine
But this time
You shouldn’t paint your lips
I shouldn’t find you sleep
You don’t give me a clue
You don’t even move
I just want to stop thinking you
And I get close to your hair
That shiny orange gloss has erased my mind
To forget your millions hate
I can’t escape
I take as mine
So stop the game
You know the end
You still witch queen
That cannot win
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Murrow Turning Over In His Grave
All the sainted sinners
They pay handsomely
And eventually?
They make the weapons
And they run the prisons
And they sell the justice
Cause being guilty is
Just good business
And well be standing on
The borderline
Aint no one there gonna
Stop it now
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna run wild
Half-closed eyes
And the countrys deadly
Do you feel the ooze as your brain drains out
From your pneumatic drills and sharpening knives
Blood in the sky
Are you dead or alive?
All the restless people and the bitter green
Well it fakes this gold, makes the spirit mean
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna turn wild
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Murrow turning over in his grave
Better watch out
Murrow turning over in his grave
Hes gonna run wild
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Turkeys
The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees
In the old border full of maple trees
And often lay away and breed and come
And bring a brood of chelping chickens home.
The turkey gobbles loud and drops his rag
And struts and sprunts his tail and then lets drag
His wing on ground and makes a huzzing noise,
Nauntles at passer-bye and drives the boys
And bounces up and flies at passer-bye.
The old dog snaps and grins nor ventures nigh.
He gobbles loud and drives the boys from play;
They throw their sticks and kick and run away.
poem by John Clare
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Lines Written In An Album, At Malta
As o'er the cold sepulchral stone
Some name arrests the passer-by;
Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,
May mine attract thy pensive eye!
And when by thee that name is read,
Perchance in some succeeding year,
Reflect on me as on the dead,
And think my heart is buried here.
September 14, 1809.
Tiptoes
Waking up again another sleepless night
Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight
In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do
No more earth-bound feelings a diffrent point of view
Moment of truth he heads towards the building
His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings
No turning back the doors already shutting
Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button
To miss a grasping hand
(Im falling again)
And squash a passer-by
(Im falling again)
He wanted to see some evidence
(Im falling again)
That he could really fly
Balanced on the edge only time could tell
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell
Standing on that rooftop his brain told him no
But all the dreams in nights before told him he must go
To miss a grasping hand
(Im falling again)
And squash a passer-by
(Im falling again)
He wanted to see some evidence
(Im falling again)
That he could really fly
His questions and himself
Nearly fell on stony ground
He couldve embarrassed his family
Who watched him from the crowd
Balanced on the edge only time could tell
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell
To miss a grasping hand
(Im falling again)
And squash a passer-by
(Im falling again)
He wanted to see some evidence
(Im falling again)
That he could really fly
(Im falling ...)
song performed by by Madness
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L'amour faite passer les temps. Les temps faite passer l'amour. (Love makes time pass. Time makes love pass.)
French Sundial Motto proverbs
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Never Meant To Be
Some love's were never meant to be
They became nothing more
Then names carved in a tree
Never standing the test of time
Catching a only the eye
Of some passer by
Making them wonder did it ever grow?
Larger then the tree
Or was it just some silly game
That life played on you and me.
poem by David Kush
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Lyman King
You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
Around which you may walk by the use of foresight
And wisdom.
Thus you believe, viewing the lives of other men,
As one who in God-like fashion bends over an anthill,
Seeing how their difficulties could be avoided.
But pass on into life:
In time you shall see Fate approach you
In the shape of your own image in the mirror;
Or you shall sit alone by your own hearth,
And suddenly the chair by you shall hold a guest,
And you shall know that guest,
And read the authentic message of his eyes.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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