0017 The Philosophical Goldfish
Doctors’ waiting rooms.
Dentists’ waiting rooms.
Goldfish etc.
What have goldfish done,
what fishy business have they been up to
in the murky underworld of the unpoliced,
to be incarcerated in public view
of the apprehensive, the fearful,
the distressed out of mind, those bearing
all the myriad aches and pains
that flesh is heir to?
Looking up from the Horse and Hound Gazette
which I noticed I was holding upside down
my eye was caught – or did he, or she, catch mine first? -
as if it heard my thoughts about its welfare
It swam towards me, pressed its mouth against the glass
in perfect O-shape as if singing,
or perhaps sounding some universal Om
(the final consonant difficult to catch for the dry-eared)
and it seemed to wish to communicate.
I sensed it was not a cry for help (and indeed,
what help could have offered, without
a plastic bag and in view of others who still
believed me sane? No, it seemed
peaceful but chatty; even helpfully inclined.
I got up, walked discreetly as if calmly passing time
and – almost tempted to kiss the glass, but instead
simply mouthing a friendly mwaa –
and though my lip-reading isn’t all it could be,
I believe I identified this message:
‘As above, so below;
as without, so within’
Sometimes one’s view of Creation
seems to have been hitherto
singularly unimaginative
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Perfect View
My sweet darling night
How the city swings
A little kiss of angels
A little tune of things
And she mesmerizes,
captivates
A message for
a heart that aches
now you are 16
and your stuck in jail
18 plus
there's no sign of bail
And she mesmerizes,
captivates
A message for
a heart that aches
My thousand dollars
ain't going nowhere
And the revelations
kiss, tell, and dare
I've got a perfect view
of what I want to do
I've got a perfect view
am I getting through to you?
21 is easy,
but I don't know why
There's no difference
this bird will fly
My thousand dollars
ain't going nowhere
And the revelations
kiss, tell, and dare
I've got a perfect view
of what I want to do
I've got a perfect view
am I getting through to you?
Solo
And she mesmerizes,
captivates
A message for a
heart that aches
My sweet darling night
How the city swings
A little kiss of angels
A little tune of things
My thousand dollars
ain't going nowhere
And the revelations
kiss, tell, and dare
I've got a perfect view
of what I want to do
I've got a perfect view
am I getting through to you?
I've got a perfect view
of what I really want to do
I've got a perfect view
am I getting through to you?
Perfect view
I've got a perfect view
song performed by by Ufo
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View from a train
View from a train
~
My days are reeling, passing
Like the view from a train
Try to catch a glimpse of something
Hope to catch my eye
And pray its not a dream
Coming back to reality
I only want to stay a moment
Keep me away if you can
The colours blur in the windows
I see lights moving
I see you fall away into distance
Goodbye I’m moving on
Don’t know where I am going
I have all I need in a song
Written by a poet
Watching the world pass away
Flying into the soul
All to soon it is gone
My days are reeling, passing
Like the view from a train
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Plastic Plan
these things don't belong
on my list at all
culture is white mixed with red
but I won't be caught dead
one day I'll try
to give the world a view
to alienate the prime
performing is fictitious and confined
I believe I'll get through to you don't leave yourself entombed
there's a way to change a mind
I'm waiting for you to realize that
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban the plastic plan
you've stayed way too long
I'm aiming for you all
one day I'll try
to give the world a view
to alienate the prime
performing is fictitious and confined
I believe I'll get through to you don't leave yourself entombed
there's a way to change a mind
I'm waiting for you to realize that
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban the plastic plan
we live within the plastic plan
forming to ban th plastic plan [twice]
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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Waiting For The Sunrise
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can take your hand and stroll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go on the streets and see the people smile.
Give me your hand,
So I could tell you that things will be alright.
The rooms still dark,
But it wont be so long,
And I can take you outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the park and roll about.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So we can go to the docks and watch the boats go by.
Come on, love, give me your hand,
And things will be alright.
The rooms still cold,
But it wont be so long,
That we can go outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I could see your hair shining in the air.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
So I can see the sky reflected in your eyes.
Come on, love, dont be depressed,
Things will be alright.
The rooms too low,
But it wont be so long,
That we can be outside.
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise,
Waiting for the sunrise.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Privacy
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye,
(Though most of us seek to survive it)
Just think of the goldfish who wanted to die
Because she could never be private.
There are pebbles and reeds for aquarium needs
Of eel and of pike who are bold fish;
But who gives a thought to a sheltering spot
For the sensitive soul of a goldfish?
So the poor little thing swam around in a ring,
In a globe of a crystalline crudity;
Swam round and swam round, but no refuge she found
From the public display of her nudity;
No weedy retreat for a cloister discreet,
From the eye of the mob to exempt her;
Can you wonder she paled, and her appetite failed,
Till even a fly couldn't tempt her?
I watched with dismay as she faded away;
Each day she grew slimmer and slimmer.
From an amber hat burned, to a silver she turned
Then swiftly was dimmer and dimmer.
No longer she gleamed, like a spectre she seemed,
One morning I anxiously sought her:
I only could stare - she no longer was there . . .
She'd simply dissolved in the water.
So when you behold bright fishes of gold,
In globes of immaculate purity;
Just think how they'd be more contented and free
If you gave them a little obscurity.
And you who make laws, get busy because
You can brighten he lives of untold fish,
If its sadness you note, and a measure promote
To Ensure Private Life For The Goldfish.
poem by Robert William Service
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Time After Time
From Clockstoppers Soundtrack.
Cyndi Lauper cover song.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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The Last Kiss
The last kiss
Saved for last
When I pass away
Through the light
That’s waiting for me
The light is bright
I hear people
Calling me
Waiting for my time to come
Waiting for you to let me go
My last kiss
Will not be your last
It’s my time to go
Not yours to pray
Please don’t follow me this time
The last kiss
You gave me
I feel again and
I didn’t want to go
Holding my hand
I hear a soft whisper
“I love you please don’t leave me.”
But passing this light
But it won’t let me go through
The lovely guy that I once known changed
His heart let go and grew wings
The last kiss of mine
Was from my lovers lips again
The last kiss
Of my eternity
Never leaving
My lover’s lips from mine
My last kiss gone forever
Two Grey Rooms
Tomorrow is sunday
Now theres only one day left to go
Till you walk by
Below my window
The weekends drive me mad
Holidays are oh too sad
cause you dont go
Below my window
No one knows Im here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
When you walk by
Below my window
You look so youthful
Time has been untruthful
Heaven knows I loved you
30 years ago
Hot days your shirts undone
Rainy days you run
Oh and then you fade so fast
Below my window
No one knows Im here
One day I just disappeared
And I took these two grey rooms up here
With a view
Only when you walk by
Below my window
When you walk by
Below my window
Below my window
Hey hey
Below my window
Below my window
Below my window
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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You and My Shadow
You never noticed how your single glance
pressed my shadow on the wall.
And by simply smiling even once,
my pressed shadow falls
and melts into the ground.
As though some unseen force from you
had taken control around.
How come you never noticed
my shadow on the wall...
pressed by some unseen force
when by my name you called.
And how it hid beneath my feet
when your shadow's close to mine!
Just when I walked ahead of you,
it's almost left behind.
And now you kiss me with your lips,
your eyes have said it all.
But dear, have you noticed
my pressed shadow on the wall?
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Time After Time
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock ticking
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flash back warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after some times you pictured me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me
I cant hear what you have said
Then you said
Go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
I turn, my picture fades
And darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows
Youre wondering if Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
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song performed by by New Found Glory
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Brenda's Lonely Fish
I am a tiny flame of gold
That flickers in a jar
I see the world in circles
Eyes watch me from afar
But I can only swim all day
In circles round and around
Out of the glass I see the world
But cannot hear a sound
Trapped inside a goldfish bowl
I swim round and around
I can never catch my tail
Or swim into the sea
Forever watched by strangers eyes
Alone and never free
The world is waiting somewhere
In a river rushing by
Full of fishes big and small, leaping up to touch the sky
But I can only wonder as I swim around all day
Inside my shiny glassy globe
At all thoses fishes out there at play
My mother is called Brenda
She won me at a fete
She's twenty stone and five foot one
And needs to lose some weight
Because I am a tiddler she said
I'll eat that fish
I'll fry that little tiddler
He'll make a tasty dish
For what's the point of keeping
One fish inside a glass?
Without a mate he's miserable
His life span's cut by half
So I'm being humane
To ease his pain, at last
I know I'm vegetarian
But one fishy dish can pass
I'll fry him quick in olive oil
With some nice brown onion rings
On a bed of rice he'll taste real nice
And he won't feel a thing
For death it comes to all of us
But for him it's not too soon
For their's no future for a lonely fish
Trapped in a bowl in my front room.
Of course I could take him to the pond
But the cat is sure to get him
He's better of inside my gut
Then it's easy to forget him!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Butterflies around
Painted with natural brush,
Butterflies around plants and bush
I run after them to catch live,
Kids insisting for catch not one but five,
Stayed almost with colourful life,
Spacious bungalow with beautiful wife,
Lavish parties with friends around,
Joy and happiness always found,
Time was passing with precise clock,
Morning started with splendid voice of cock,
Cool breeze, little dews with bright shine,
Life seemed to be easy and passing fine,
Suddenly it sensed I am running out of time,
Something to be done for unfinished goal prime,
planned absolutely nothing for future days,
Though friends suggested and showed the ways,
What did worry me the most?
Were the precious life days stand lost?
Does that it mean to suffer very high cost?
Waited for message to come by post?
I thought of going for final count down,
Destiny was certain and almost known,
The slight thought sent me a chilled wave,
Holding of defeatist views but putting up of front brave,
Days did not pass as I wanted,
Went to holy places and hymns chanted?
Prayed for easy and smooth passage for life journey,
Three fourth of it went for marry making and collecting honey
Success and failure had no other key,
I ran after money like mad monkey,
It was just craze and blind rush,
All luxury at disposal still more the push,
No use to go down or look at the back,
Time wasd nearing end and waiting for final pack,
Realized it so late that nothing will accompany,
Wife, son, daughter or no more holding of company
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Waiting At The Gate
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
Still I would never have guessed that youd wind up here
In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
In a run-down part of a one-horse town
But just do what they say, dont worry bout your girl
cause I wont run away, and I wont run around
And I wont let you down, and without a doubt
Ill be waiting, waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out
You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
Now youre playing solitaire in a fenced-in park
Im not the one to judge you, so baby dont be scared
No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
Ill be back on the ninth, Ive circled the date
Three oclock sharp, and I wont be late
Youve been through hell I know what thats all about
And Ill be waiting, waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out
The doctors have so little faith
They say you were a classic case
They said the chance is eight in ten
Theyd see you back in here again
But Im counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
Im imagining you, healthy and strong
Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
Looking like a baby picture of you
Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
The howling at your back, a brand new man
Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
And Ill be waiting waiting
Waiting at the gate when they let you out...
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Any Opportunity I Can Get
Which view,
In your opinion...
Has more of an advantage,
From a horse drawn cart?
The one riding as a passenger,
While sitting in the front?
Or the one from the back,
With nothing but the rear of the horse to see?
'That's difficult to answer.
I have grown very attached to gardening.
And any opportunity I can get,
To collect free manure...
I jump and grab it immediately.
On the other hand...
Some of that indecisive crap,
I hear coming from the mouths of those...
Riding along AND ignoring the view,
Provides for me no benefit at all.
And I can tell from the horse's expression,
There is something I do with something 'he' does...
I am getting for free!
And at his expense.
And I can tell by the look in his eyes,
He has become suspicious as to why...
When I ride,
I am the only one who feeds him carrots! '
I see!
So you prefer the rear view?
'That depends on the time of the year.
And what I am willing,
To sit through to listen and hear.
Some crap is more beneficial than others.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Goldfish In A Small Bowl For An Aquarium...
at 34 degrees
summer comes here
the roads are fuming
like hot rods
of a machine
it is making flints
with the metal of the shoes
the city people
abandon their small rooms
for a beach in the village
white sands, and cool shades of the
palms
i stay here
writing a poem
like a goldfish
lurking
in an aquarium
it is cool here
in my little world
of silence.
i shut out with
a glass wall
buffered by
a bowl of water
when i speak
it is only me who hears
it.
i bubble
with happiness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sunset in March
The Spring has come to us again,
flowers are dancing in the rain,
the morning sky returns to blue,
sunset in March, a magic view.
A crocus bloom, blue pearl of Spring
smiles as the robins sing and sing,
watching the skies, I'm singing too,
sunset in March, a magic view.
The lake is waiting for old boats,
a sound of hope so freely floats,
the music that our souls pursue,
sunset in March, a magic view.
There is no time like Spring, indeed,
a heart renewed for worlds in need,
may all our wishes dreams come true,
sunset in March, a magic view.
poem by Marius Alexandru (March 2022)
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Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Obama specializes in knocking down straw men. ""I reject the view that says our problems will simply take care of themselves,"" he said, implying that's the view of Republicans. It's the view of almost no one.
quote by Fred Barnes
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Chat Room For Lonely People
Thoughts are the very essence
Of human existence
Even though they sometimes create discord
Whether you express them via your vocal cords
Or through your keyboard
When you are bored.
Didn't folks used to have rooms
Called drawing rooms?
But now all that is left
Is our 'privacy' of which we are bereft.
So, instead of drawing rooms
We have chat rooms
For lonely people
Who would like to chat with friendly people.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Pure Imagination
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
You want to change the world
Theres nothing to it
Come with me
And youll be in a world of pure imagination
Take a look and youll see into your imagination
Well begin with a spin
Traveling in a world of my creation
What youll see will defy explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
You want to change the world
Theres nothing to it
Thre is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there youll be free
If you truly wish to be
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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