The day and night are moving
through the cityscape billboards and landmarks
the benches in the park stand frozen alone
nothing sits them the way they sit despair
dead crumbs lying by the cigarette butts
city posts lights and a couple of open windows
like traffic signs of things directing too slow
each foot seems to be moving into
'where do we go? '
'uncontrolled movement into several directions'
flat screen tv will call it a 'situation'
I guess that's where we are placed
into a difficult, conflicting, conflicted 'sitting'
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Water or wine?
Let me call you a situation
You came in to tell me
Things happen oh dear
As you were unbuttoning your coat
And taking off your boots
As we sat face to face
Tv screens turned off and on
In a dizzy roomful presence
Amidst the white noise of your closing eyes
Let me call you a situation
You came in to tell me
The subjects escaped your vision
In a politically incorrect manner
Via blasphemy and election pamphlets
Torn off the street posts
As we sat face to face
Tv screens alarms beeped the choices
Of ready made designs
Let me call you a situation
And cast you broad
The way you bargain pain
On the watchability scale
No, I cannot sit and forget
Even though there are some things
I do not remember you know
As we sat face to face
What were we drinking
While the streets were falling apart
Was it water or wine
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Sign the wheel across the paths
What do you do with a tag cloud
Or with a wordle puzzle of signs
Pick up the biggest or search aside
To the minutest letter of a stolen sense?
And then you think it is in it is
And then you think it’s not in it’s not
Jig the saw there it is no more
Thus we do with life with death
Both side road posts turn the walk to what
Shielding focusing signing wheels
Across live leave traces of the future paths
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Lying In The Park
On the green grass
And a blue sky
Peace and sunshine
Peace and sunshine
Soon,
Soon Im going bye ? ? ?
Now I just want ? ? ? city
Lookin for the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park
Yeah yeah yeah
See the momma
Down walking the dogs
Down by the fountains
Down by the fountains
Child, child
Eating sandwich and sweets
And your sitting by my fountain
Cooling my feet
In the park
Just before dark
Birds sing so smooth
But the park shut soon
What we going to do
Fine we gonna have to move
But Ill see you tomorrow
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park
Yeah yeah yeah
Feel the warm breeze
Cool by ? ? ?
Seen my good friend
Seen my good friend
So, so
In the afternoon
And we take us for your city ? ? ?
Lookin for the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park baby
See that young girl
There she goes man
See that rich bum
The old men playing chess
See that young girl
With that flower dress
See that young girl
With the flower dress
Well soon Im going bye
Now I just might move on
Looking for the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park
Lying down in the park baby
Ill be there
Ill meet you there
Oh baby
Yeah
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Start the flight
Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
Feed the world with yourself
Bitten by the hunger of the sky
Eaten by the restlessness of the body
Start the flight
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My cellars were closed
The doors shut wept
No name on
My secret kept
Seep below a frozen ground
Stood silent like lips
Making no sound
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Ideographs of the future
There are those who stand at the crossroads
Like raw emoticons cruelty imaged
There are those who stand around Harlequin
Flirting with insanity
As they never really got mad
And there are those who stand just nowhere
Lots of them dialogued as well
And many many more
The whole gallery
Half interpretable
Ideographs of the future
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Church Street, Pretoria
Right down the street the traffic lights are green
and a couple of homeless men stand around a fire
in a half drum and ambulances and police cars scream
while they past rows and rows of flats for hire
and a couple of kids stand smoking at the stream
and this is reality, the heart of the city.
On the sidewalk pedestrians walk in crowds of men,
women and some children, some booted up to the knee
others with mini skirts short enough to condemn them
and my city stays lovely to me.
People queue for fried chicken, fish
and chips at shops and cafés and the smells fill my nose
and tomatoes and onions, lamb and steak are fried with a hiss
and in the traffic an angry speed-cop tries to retain his pose
when a minibus taxi almost runs him over, gives him a fright
at a flickering traffic light
and cars stream by into the coming night.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Parade
As windows look out on windows here
They have to be kept closed often
Even if the sun and zephyr cannot enter,
When I'm tired of the walls
The television, the kitchen and the humdrum
I throw them open,
Catching eyes or movement,
On the other side
Now hurriedly shutting me out,
It's difficult to make friends -
No tenant stays for long
Next door or at the opposite window,
Perhaps driven to the suburbs
By the rent
Or opting for a city
With fewer desires -
I've seen a slow parade of faces
Like the infertile clouds
In the sky
Before they pass out of sight
Leaving no trace
Of their flight.
poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam
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A Mountain Climbing Echo
Flashlights landmarks
Sunlight yellow
Snow white feet frozen
In purity of the dead silence
A bird will perch
From the pines
Nothing else will happen
A mountain climbing echo
Wing-like beats dug in the sky
Closing down
Blue cloud breath broken
Ends the day in a flake
So easy to die and melt
A bird will perch
From the pines
Nothing else will happen
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Hidden
he was sitting on one benches of the public park
where anything goes really,
after a stroll, he sits again, putting his feet on a trunk
his arms on the upper side of the bench
the air fans him and he looks at the trees lush with leaves
it rained last night and the scent of freshness is here again
he simply sits there alone...
there is no need of anything
or anyone, in this kind of a very simple bliss.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Trees Know The Heart Of The Breeze
When gently touched in hugs of air
The sounds know the voice of the call
Addressed in a silent whisper of ease
Of relief deliverance from life in despair
Of irreplaceable love for each for all
This is why they sway in cradles of morns
This wind soothing cries of so many lips
Loved by the life that high above adorns
Open hands and light on the fingertips
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Pollyteaparty
When Polly puts the wrong kettles on
All guests are easily dead and gone.
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One day
Which opens thus
In a cliché of every day
Originating in a badly done homework
The writing of a day starts with sharpened pencils
In an attempt of an account stylistically tasteless
For a day could not break on through
To the parks and Sunday picnics
It frowned at the text with colourless faces
‘neath whose skin the whole drama of a day
Strikes open eyes with total indifference
To the stressful automobile rides
Through the city bridges
Hanged shortly before the elections
Under the text of pontoon despair
Over the river of unwritten anxiety
To the games in concrete stories
Tag hopscotch hide and seek
At the bottom of squatted childhoods
One day you will write
And nothing will say
Nothing will be able to utter
The closing of a day
Without a title or a ‘done on’ date
Nothing but a red ink
To correct your spelling mistakes
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Can't Stand Losing You
I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I see you sent my letters back
And my L.P. records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care, so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't...
song performed by by Feeder
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Lights in the night
The sun fades in its red glare
over the mountain top
and traffic lights, street lights
and electrical signs
get an own life
that appears
like flowers folding open to the night.
The city lies dotted out
with thousands of lights
like a big jewel,
that a master artist
unfolds against the dark night.
Cars, busses and motorbikes
draw white and red stripes
like they drive past
crossing and going straight
while the evening
is getting life.
The evening air is beautifully open
and away from the inner city
there are big stars
that hangs sparkling against the heaven
and the Seven Sisters, Orion
and the Southern Cross
are the first to catch my eye
and I wonder how transom
our tinned stars
look out of the universe
and how trivial our lives are
when we look at the great works
of an Almighty God.
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Return Back Immediately
'you've my heart pickpocket'
expect from the blue wall of moss
when thousands of forest insects down
on wedding rock season
river melting tears
she was looking for him at the park benches
she was looking for his bronze statue in the frozen
'where have you brought my heart?
don't you bake in a quiet'
the lights went out at once
shakespeare performing the poison of romeo
bat home blinded his eyes
'what you do with me? '
sat stuned in front of the table
glasses emptied
leaves mingle wind buffed
weighted open sky of lead
angel long to pick up
taxis frozen in flashing lights
'you've my heart pickpocket...
before the rain fall in the quarter
I demand it back immediately'
(2001)
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I love the love of lights
but what if the lights do not love me
I'm too human to build in the words of air
flesh triggers dust bone deep despair
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Do not torment me with the blue
at the threshold of the colours
when you paint the morning
with the white frozen little bough
bitterly breaking my windows
in a red spilled cell
when you count my blood
in a happy yellow light
that even more witnesses the pain
in a night black left ajar
when you open my tear
in all the colours
when you tell me
the rainbow has been made for someone else
do not torment me with the blue
there's nothing royal in me
I can't take it anymore
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At The Speed Of Life
(jack hues)
A man lives in the city
Surrounded by machines
They take away his pity
And give him what he dreams
A stream of information
On a green letter screen
Makes him feel in touch with the world
And sure of what it means
Chorus:
At the speed of light youre in endless night
At the speed of sound you dont see the ground
And in your sports car with the windows down
And the radio on and you dont stop talking
Thanks, Ill keep walking
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
A man lives in the city
Distracted by the news
From sitting down with the ones he loves
Or taking time to choose
And what of conversation?
And what is left when he dies?
Is there a diary of an honest man
To stand against the lies?
Repeat chorus
Im doing things for their own sake
A picture on a screen wont do
I need to feel and touch it too
Do what I feel
Im doing things for their own sake
I gotta find that essential, deep emotion
Get unhooked from this low commotion
And do what I feel
Im doing things in my own way
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
This is the speed of life
song performed by by Wang Chung
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The first drop-Prva kap
the first dropp will touch your lips
the first break of dawn will touch your brow
the first open arms will call you into an embrace
the first open eyelids will open up my windows
letting the day come in
prva kap pašće na tvoje usne
prvi zrak svitanja dotaći ti čelo
prvo otvaranje oka pozvaće te u zagrljaj
prvo otvaranje kapaka otvroiće moje prozore
da unutra uđe dan
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