The Bruise Of This
The night I woke to find the sheets wet from you,
like a man cast up on the beach,
I hurried you off to the shower to cool you down,
dressed you, the garments strict and awkward in my hands,
and got you into a taxi to the hospital,
the driver eyeing us from his rearview mirror--
The blue tone of the paging bell,
the green smocks, metal beds,
plastic chairs linked
in a childhood diagram of infection,
and when they wheeled you by
there was a needle in your arm,
the bruise of this
already showing itself,
and rather than watch gloved doctors handle you
in their startling white coats and loose ties,
I took a seat outside and waited,
time yawning, thick and static--
and made clear to me in the bright light of speculation
was time's obstacle in the body,
and those things I could do that might cushion it.
poem by Mark Wunderlich
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The White Lady of Balete Drive
In my country there's a frightening story
Called the white lady of Balete Drive
And though the witnesses there have been many
The story is a legend that's still alive.
They say there was a beautiful young lady
Who went riding a taxi quite late
Alone in that taxi and the driver took a fancy
She met rape and murder as her fate.
Although there was no proof of a body
And the mystery had for years eluded ending,
The street Balete Drive became eerie
For a white lady there was appearing.
Some say she would flag down a taxi and ride
Through the same route, the drivers say.
But from the rearview mirror, there's no one inside
And the drivers, in horror, would run away.
Those who now ply this Balete Drive
Will speed through the street at night
They will not stop, for the dead or alive
And certainly not for that lady in white!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello (17 February 2010)
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Rearview Mirror Romance
Im movin Im feeling like Im rollin on my own (what could be better)
Then somewhere drivin my car the radio turn it on (what could be better)
I check around in traffic from my point of view (what could be better)
Then I saw her in the mirror
Maybe the same thing has happened to you
It was
(chorus)
Romance in a rearview mirror
Romance after just one look
Romance in a rearview mirror
I didnt know her but it didnt matter
Romance in a rearview mirror
Just by chance I still cant believe that its true love reflected sight
Its a rearview romance tonight
She pulled up close first glance I saw here eyes (what could be better)
I couldnt stop starin at her she didnt realize (what could be better)
Then looked up in the mirror smile on her faace
There she goes heaven knows
Maybe the same thing has happened to you
It was
Romance in a rearview mirror
Romance after just one look
Romance in a rearview mirror
I didnt know her but it didnt matter
Romance in a rearview mirror
Just by chance I still cant believe that its true love reflected sight
Its a rearview romance tonight
(solo)
There she goes heaven knows
I wanna meet her all alone
Romance in a rearview mirror
Romance after just one look
Romance in a rearview mirror
I didnt know her but it didnt matter
Romance in a rearview mirror
Just by chance I still cant believe that its true love reflected sight
Its a rearview romance tonight
Romance in a rearview mirror
Romance after just one look
Romance in a rearview mirror
I didnt know her but it didnt matter
Romance in a rearview mirror
Just by chance I still cant believe that its true love reflected sight
Its a rearview romance tonight
Romance in a rearview mirror
Romance after just one look
Romance in a rearview mirror
I didnt know her but it didnt matter
Romance in a rearview mirror
Just by chance I still cant believe that its true love reflected sight
Its a rearview romance tonight
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Retracing A Happening
Retracing a happening
Afternoon at the big hospital, far from home
I sat on my bed wearing a new pajama;
tomorrow, the surgery. From my window I could
see the zoo and cable cars going overhead so
punters could admire animals from above; but
think if a car fell into the tiger enclosure.
I had a packet of fags in the bedside drawer,
thought of sneaking into the loo, but someone
had removed the packet and lighter too.
I was in a strange mood, like I had hypnotized
myself and not me who sat on the bed like a lamb
that knows nothing of the morrow.
A brisk nurse came gave me a pill and a glass of
water, when I awoke my throat was sore, but
they wouldn´t give me water and I hated those
who had done this to me.
Three days later, a day in May, they let me go.
Dressed in shorts, open necked shirt I took a taxi to
the bus terminal. Driver helped me out of the car,
and I made slow progress up some steps to the ticket
office. A woman came helped me to find the right bus
and she carried my bag. Must have fallen asleep when
I woke up the bus had arrived to my home town and
took a taxi to the local hospital where the trek began;
my car was there but I could not drive it, chest too sore
and I worried about the stitches. A neighbour looked
after my dog feed and let her into the house at night.
The dog knew I was near so I took another taxi home.
glad to see me, she knew I was ill and didn´t jump up
and she slept in the doorway of the bedroom making
sure that no harm came to me.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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In His House Of Standard Things
to make perhaps an impression of what is beautiful
he lets me in his house
he gives me some drinks and he begins to tell me
what indeed is beautiful
he chooses his colors
mostly green with whites embedded like pearls
on blue green seaweeds under a deep blue sea
he chooses the shapes that fit
mostly spherical and embossed
he likes static things like sculptures of the
busts of great men that he adores
light is not as bright as he wants it to be
more of dusks and twilights
for he does need not so much light to make his life visible
he likes the touch of silk and threads
he adores the gentleness of the wind
exquisitely plucked from a dawning breeze
and then after i have seen them all
he asks me to leave
it is a matter of simply having me in
for a showroom
a lecture on what is beautiful
how i wish to be back in that house again
green and white and shades of these two colors
but it is over
and the house has since been flown to the sky
and its doors and windows closed
and the door bell
had since been concealed with a thick wall
and the gate is locked with steel bars
well, for wherever he is
and whether his house was real or not
let me say, (and that i really forgot)
thank you sir
tomorrow, i will build a house of my own
but it will not be green and white
i will choose the pastel orange side of things like the sunset of my life
and some reds and pinks for the love of my life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doctors at the beach
Dirty needles
med waste too
some plastic gloves
a used tounge depressor
and some human goo
Slimy bags
with xxx writen across
a condom floats by
what was that used for
walking in the ocean
amazed at what you find
A hospital gown
maybe a heart or two
a liver
which you hope aint from some one you knew
Its is fantastic what doctors can do
use the beach as there office
get away with it to
Soon there wont be a beach
just a human waste dumping ground
For the doctors to throw away
the disreguarded parts of me and
all of you
poem by Vincent Armone
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVIII
I saw one sitting on a kingly throne,
A man of age, whom Time had touched with white;
White were his brows, and white his vestment shone,
And white the childhood of his lips with light,
Only his eyes gleamed masterful and bright,
Holding the secrets shut of worlds unknown,
And in his hand the sceptre lay of might,
To bind and loose all souls beneath the sun.
Where is the manhood, where the Godhood here?
The weak things of the world confound the wise.
Here is all weakness, let us cast out fear.
Here is all strength. Ah, screen me from those eyes,
The terrible eyes of Him who sees unseen
The thing that is, and shall be, and has been.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Hospital Ship
There is a green-lit hospital ship,
Green, with a crimson cross,
Lazily swaying there in the bay,
Lazily bearing my friend away,
Leaving me dull-sensed loss.
Green-lit, red-lit hospital ship,
Numb is my heart, but you carelessly dip
There in the drift of the bay.
There is a green-lit hospital ship,
Dim as the distance grows,
Speedily steaming out of the bay,
Speedily bearing my friend away
Into the orange-rose.
Green-lit, red-lit hospital ship,
Dim are my eyes, but you heedlessly slip
Out of their sight from the bay.
There was a green-lit hospital ship,
Green, with a blood-red cross,
Lazily swaying there in the bay,
But it went out with the light of the day -
Out where the white seas toss.
Green-lit, red-lit hospital ship,
Cold are my hands and trembling my lip:
Did you make home from the bay?
poem by W.H. Littlejohn
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Watch It Die
i was born on planet earth
the rotating ball whre man comes first
it's been around for a long time
but now its time to watch it die
i saw a man on my big blue screen
he ruled the world economy
he said the rich would never concede
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep
i've seen the life of the forest green
and adaptations of the deep blue sea
and who knows who is the fittest
they will all soon be put to rest
on a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives
i was born on the planet earth
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth
and every day i've seen increasing signs
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes
you had a chance you did not try
so now it's time to watch it die
song performed by by Bad Religion
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Taxi! Taxi!
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face
But the seconds are turning to minutes
And minutes to days
I try not to look at the grin on its face
But I know that it knows that I gotta get out
Of this place
Time to close the day
Time to lock the door
Time to greet the street
Im so happy Im walking on air
People staring but I dont care
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way dont go that way
Gotta cross town dont want trouble
Got to get there on the double
Shell be waiting Ill be running
Shell be thinking Im not coming
I cant wait to talk to you
Tell you what Id like to do
Well find a little restaurant
A little vino for the ambiance
In the candlelight were holding hands
Time flies when you really
Dont want it to
The waiters are staring at me
But Ive only got eyes for you
Leave us alone we dont wanna go home
Put your chairs on the tables
We can let ourselves out when youve gone
Time to take your home
Time to say goodnight
We dont wanna part
Lets be together tonight
Lets be together tonight
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way well go our way
Gotta cross town back to my place
Pull the shades down screw the rat race
Were alone now undercover
Hang the sign out dont disturb
Now Im really close to you
Tell you what I want to do
I wanna take you to a tropical place
Beneath the stars Ill see the love in your face
In the pale moonlight
Were holding hands
Following the footprints in the sand
Its been a hell of a day in the city
Now its time to get away
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Clear...
nothing in my life
has ever been so CLEAR.
no more struggle, and no more strife,
as if i'm looking in a mirror.
a mirror that shows the opposite
of everything around.
nothing is the same here...
why is everything so CLEAR?
the stars,
the moon,
everything in that blue-black sky.
it's all so very CLEAR.
everything outside that mirror
is chaos and disarray.
problems showing up left and right,
nothing goes my way,
but inside that lovely mirror,
is a paridise by the sea.
inside that mirror it's...
CLEAR.
poem by Kenzie Lynn
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My Time is Up
My hearts beating
My vein's throbbing
Is it my time
Is my time up
I'm in the car
The car is screaking
Is it my time
Is my time up
The other car is trying to stop
What's wrong with his brakes?
Is it my time
Is my time up
The car slams into me
I see a light
Is it my time
Is my time up
I hear people around me
Doctors? Passengers? God?
Wasn't it my time
Wasn't my time up
They were doctors
And I was in a hospital
It isn't my time
My time isn't up
Tierra Bradley
poem by Tierra Bradley
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Oh Mirror
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the THINNIST
One of all
Oh reflection,
I know its not me
I'm just too FAT
AND UGLY
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the SKINNIEST
One of all
Oh reflection,
Stand up straight
Suck in your GUT
Then I may not hate
Mirror, mirror,
Clear and bright
Please don't WATCH
As I starve tonight
Oh reflection,
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
And you to HATE
Mirror, mirror,
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at ME
With this body battered.
poem by Lailani L.
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Cat Carcass
Last Night two storm cats above roof
my two eyeballs were difficult to close
now I 'm very sleepy
Before that night a child cat was hit taxi
in the grandpa house curve
the taxi driver took the cat carcass
it was buried in the corner curve
while he pray to kept away from the bad fate
like the kitten
but I did not know
whether the prayer of the taxi driver had permited
I myself confuse
now the cat child remained one
is sleeping his mother brazz
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Lingers
The rain is gone,
It's pitter patter silent,
It's accompaniment of thunder quiet,
It's ensemble of lightning dark,
but the smell still lingers.
The soft breeze carries the scent,
A cool night with damp grass,
The animals hide in dry brush,
The people tucked away at home,
The air thick with the weight of silence,
The thunder once so loud and startling,
Now distant and still moving further,
The lightening once so bright and threatening,
Now a distant glow that illuminates the horizon,
The storm has passed.
And like the rain,
you are gone for now,
Too far from my grasp,
For now my arms are empty,
But your smell still lingers.
The breeze from the open window carries your scent,
A cool night with warm sheets,
The restless hearts calmed,
The racing thoughts slowed,
The air thick with new memories and feelings.
The sounds once so crisp and real,
Now the silent rise and fall of chests,
The light in our eyes once so bright and alluring,
Now hidden behind closed lids,
The storm has passed.
The rain now as calm as our dreams,
And the storm as silent as our breathing,
Until once again the lightning will strike,
And our eyes light up again,
But for now, the smell still lingers.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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If I was in the Moon - Pinewood Royal
From an idea by Sophie Mitchell-Dwelly
Before the coming of the night
I see the moon rise all dressed in white
In the crepuscular light
I see the stars come out so bright
As I watch the stars appear
Like diamonds on a velvet blanket
And when the sky is clear
I'm so glad that I am here with you
Oh The Moon she looks so pale
Do you think she's happy in her misty veil?
Oh her light is everywhere
On a beach of pebbles we're standing there
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
Oh Dancing in the moonlight
Our feet feel so light
Dancing in the moonlight
Oh the stars are so bright
Owls calling through the trees
And the frogs are chirping in the evening breeze
The crickets play their tune
By the light of the magical moon
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
poem by GuyPaul MitchellDwelly
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Fell Me In
Thanks to [email protected] for correcting these lyrics.
I was checking this girl next door
When her parents were out
She'd phone say hey boy, come on right around
So I knock at the door
You was standing with a bottle of red wine
Ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin laced to the floor
So I went in
Then we sat down start kissing caressing
Told me about jacuzzi sounded interesting
So we jumped right in
All calls diverted to answer phone
Please leave a message after the tone
I mean me and her and her parents were kinda cool
But they were the fine line between me and you
We were just doing things young people in love do
Parents trying to find out what we were up to
Saying why were you creepin round late last night
Why did I see two shadows
Moving in your bedroom light
Now you're dressed in black
When I left you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in
Calls diverted to answer phone
Red wine bottle half the contents gone
Midnight return jacuzzi turned on
Can you fill me in
Whenever the coast was clear
And she'd ask me to come out
I'd say hey girl, come on right around
So she knocked at the door
I was standing with the keys in my hand to the 4x4
Jumped in my ride, checking that nobody saw
The club we went in
We got down bounce bounce to the rhythm
Saw it was early morning
Thought we'd better be leaving
So I gave you my jacket for you to hold
Told you to wear it cuzz you felt cold
I mean me and her
We didn't mean to break the rules
I weren't trying to play
Your Mum and Dad for fools
We were just doing things young people in love do
Parents trying to find out what we were up to
Saying why can't you keep your promises no more
Say you'll be home by 12 come strolling in at 4
Out with the girls but leaving
With the boy next door
Can you fill me in
Wearing a jacket who's property
Said you'd been queuing for a taxi
But you left all your money on the tv
Can you fill me in
All they seem to do
Is be checking up on you--baby
Watching our every move
Think someday they might approve--maybe
Why were you creepin round late last night
Why did I see two shadows
Moving in your bedroom light
Now you're dressed in black
When I left you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in
Calls diverted to answer phone
Red wine bottle half the contents gone
Midnight return jacuzzi turned on
Can you fill me in...
song performed by by Craig David
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The Tradition
Extend the tradition mightily winning
Like righteous people who endanger the minority.
Peoples gauge the wars devastating the few,
My feuds run thick with temptation,
My feudal family remade my tube of delight.
Under the seas are beds of roses,
Sweet showers of devout green,
Weeds and fish manage the internal cosmos.
This cosmological principle is divine,
Joining the divine units of affairs that come
According to needs of the finger and thumb.
Extend your hand to the man who cares
Like those nurses or doctors in red and white,
Blood on their hands like gory white.
This white puzzle has command of my eyes
Like those eyes that have to stare at my picture
As a chapter of this time and history.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Les Nouveaux Riches
I could see that the sun it was deadly
Shes putting her hand in the fire
Her velvety skin it was cooking
Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry
But when she slips in between the sheets tonight
The memory will linger and burn
And when she look at the face in the mirror
What a terrible sight
Lily white turning to raspberry
(when it burns you rub on the lotion
If it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no)
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
I could see that the guys were a hassle
She tried to handle them cool
But her interbreeding was showing
Tumbling out on the banks of the old
Swimming pool, oh oh oh
So she buried her fears in a bottle
The juices beginning to flow
But her stiff upper lip it was trembling
Tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll
Hush your mouth, you cant fool the natives
Telegraph, theys going to relay it, oh no
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
I remember the tears in her eyes
She tried to hide them away
But her time it was going too quickly
Just another few days, shell soon be flying away
But her memory will stay here forever
A time she will never forget
All the sun and the sand and the water
Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet
No way, she keeping a cool head
She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
song performed by by 10 Cc
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