Marching Beyond
I passionately walk as a soldier, the marching is swearing,
And I stride too hard, I stroke the pillar that is abusing.
My bridge collapses after a few bombs of calamity,
Abnormal strikes harness the activity of my abnormality.
Absent generals work miracles, as they stroke their cats,
Leading us in misery, with every strategy, with their chats.
Finally, the war ends too late, this war is always roaming,
It saddens my heart within the boundaries that keep adding.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Down At The Bridge
I went down to the (? ? ? ? ? )
Didnt really know what I was going for
Must have been a stroke of destiny
Thats a break (into me)? ?
We met in the frozen food section
It was mrs. swanson love connection
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
You can really tell a lot about a man
By if he likes his peaches to eat fresh or canned
Does he like tide or prefer wisk
Ive never go to know a guy as good as this
You ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
It was love at first sigh, there was no denying
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
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Its not real fast, but it goes real far
Like what I say, wouldnt have it any other way way way
I walk slowly towards you down the aisle
I got this future flash and it made me smile
I knew right then I had better leave or forever hold my peace
Put your grocery bag inside my cart
And I knew Id never get ya out of my heart
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Down at the bridge. down down down at the bridge
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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When The Generals Talk
Up there on the platform
He is speaking to the people
The people are responding
With clapping and acheering
But the meaning of the message
Not revealed to those assembled
Theyre taken for a ride
Taken in his stride
When the generals talk
You better listen to him
When the generals talk
You better do what he say
Theres a rumour in the ranking
Someones talking insurrection
So the general has a purge
cos he wants to win elections
With the certain satisfaction
That the people are appeased
Long live the revoluton
The generals very pleased
Sitting on the fence both ears to the ground
The fat cats still push the thin cats around
(hirst/moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Stroke One
Head throbbing
Heart pumping
Neck stiffens hard
Cannot move forward
Vision now doubles
Hearing inaudible
Everything's white
Something wrong with sight
What can be done
When it's Stroke One...
Beep beep the monitor
Out goes the doctor
'She will survive'
(I'm still alive!)
Bless this good child
The stroke was mild
Of symptoms, none
Sneaky Stroke One
So if I misspell
It's my eyes, they aren't well.
(How are the two of you?)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River
the bridge finally
confesses to the river
that in every surge of
the water below it
it experiences what human
males call an erection
it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it
the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat
every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense
the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be
not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dismissal is cruel
To dismiss one from service,
It is a mere stroke of pen.
For the victim it is a stroke of heart.
Dear, dismiss me not from your heart.
21.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cat Album - 2
I have an album collection
of moments
stray and deliberate;
each dependent
upon time and circumstance;
friends, years attached and bright shiny faces.
There too
are written
words,
paper clipped
in decade stacks,
categorized
and organized,
they lie
on my mind's desk-
like cats
lounging
languidly.
I stroke them-
old friends familiar;
lapping them up like kitten's milk-
others move arthritically
yet close
preening softly.
My album cat ecology
is witness
all together
and separately;
some mute-
some paper purring memories.
My hands stroke all of them
in these photos
fresh and graying
eliciting from me
sighs
coming to me from down the years.
I think of them all
as cats purring.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mother’s Cry of Late
Where for art thou, soldier?
Out East? West? –
And when? –
What part your rabid history?
And why? –
What wrought your destiny? –
For whom
You’d wreak your enmity –
I crave your fate to pen!
What comprehension of the
Order? –
‘Listen up! you men!
Raze to ground the taken land!
See they die and e’er you’ll stand, for
Death is but a grain of sand –
The mighty triumph, medal grand!
Now go you well!
Amen! ’
What sight upon the bloody lie
Of war? – your doubtful fate.
‘Where for art thou, soldier? ’ –
Your mother’s cry of late.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Unknown Soldier
Wait until the war is over
And we're both a little older.
The unknown soldier.
Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.
Unborn living. Living dead.
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And it's all over
For the unknown soldier.
It's all over
For the unknown soldier.
*army marching sounds*
*gun firing*
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder.
The unknown soldier.
Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And
song performed by by The Doors
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Stroke Of Death
Do not fear the stroke of death.
Because afterwards, that’s it, there’s nothing.
You will be gone so quickly,
You wont even know what happened.
So don’t fear the inevitable stroke of death,
It will happen to all of us.
We have to understand it, acknowledge it,
But never fear it.
Never fear the stroke of death,
You will go mad just thinking about it.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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Viva Mas
Drop Bars not Bombs
Make Chai not War
Baseball not Bombs
Books not Bombs
Make Love not War
Drop Tuition Not Bombs
Blondes not Bombs
Beats not Bombs
Drop Class not Bombs
Make Art not War
Flowers not Bombs
Food not Bombs
Make Levees not War
Drop Seeds not Bombs
Bread not Bombs
Beauty not Bombs
Drop Television not Bombs
Make Solidarity not War
Build Trust not Bombs
Bring back Food
Boycott Banks
Bring Life not War
Make Tracks not War
and this is the way the long road Ends Not with a bang but a whimper
poem by Jerome Moore
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There Is Always Hope, Mind You
perhaps i shall now
figure out
why i always dream of
flood under
a bridge where i walk upon
with all fears
because the bridge is
weak and
trembling
perhaps i can now jibe
it with a tsunami
that is chasing me
as i run
as fast as i can
towards the top
of an old mountain
perhaps i shall be wiser now
warned
as i am about
an impending
chaos or
calamity
or perhaps i already know all these
like a
Cassandra
tortured more on the imagined
consequence
rather than
what actually happened
who knows that, by luck or
by the grace of
God or by the power of prayers
or with the intercession of the saints
and Mother
and all the angels of heaven
this misfortune shall
be finally
averted.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With All Struggles Gone
Things have gotten old.
And,
Things have gotten...
Better reminisced to live.
Than,
Adding a freshness to have,
In a 'today' NOW that's given.
'Cause...
Too many people fear what's new.
And...
Would rather live a life,
They had and once knew.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
Misery and headaches as if purchased and owned.
And groaning with a moaning just to have it known...
They're afflicted to a suffering and wanting it shown,
They've been beaten and deceived as if needed to moan.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
They've been beaten and defeated as if to need and moan.
Things have gotten old.
And,
Things have gotten...
Better reminisced to live.
Than,
Adding a freshness to have,
In a 'today' NOW that's given
'Cause...
Too many people fear what's new.
And...
Would rather live a life,
They had and once knew.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
They've been beaten and deceived as if to need and moan.
Too many people roaming like they've lost their way home.
Too many people roaming like they feel all alone.
Too many people roaming by themselves and condoning,
Misery and headaches as if purchased and owned.
And groaning with a moaning just to have it known...
They're afflicted to a suffering and wanting it shown,
They've been beaten and defeated with a needing to moan.
Too many people suffering and they want it known,
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
Too many people suffering and they want it known,
They would rather have their lives to live with all struggles gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Calamitous Situation
The calamity strikes us when the soldier is present,
He appears to be in front of our soul.
A fool is about, with the pressure of discontent,
His possessions maw us with skill and hunger.
Death backs away, dead men do not speak,
My wisdom bellows and beams on him,
The soldier has learnt to escape.
Inside he learnt to beg for life among us,
International help is not for us at all.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Poem For The Feet Of Polia
they have walked through the gateways
of my eyes
they have climbed the mountains
of my body
they have marched across the desert
of my heart
they have forded the rivers
of my mind
they have penetrated into the dark forest
of my soul
if I were a cannibal I might devour them
if I were Pilate I might crucify them
if I were a sorcerer I might make them vanish away
if I were Neptune I might drown them
if I were a robber I might steal them
but I am a bridge to the sun
bridge leading away from a world of pain
bridge leading away from a night of sin
bridge over the abyss of doubt
bridge for the feet of Polia to the Sun
poem by Harry Crosby
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The Bloke Is Broke
The bloke is broke
Takes a coke and lots of smoke
Stroke a joke and leaves the yoke
Spoke and poke and went back folk
Remembering baroque
With a golf stroke
Scrubs an oak with
Another sick joke
Woke and evoke
And even provoke
A gun smoke
Goes amok
With a butterfly stroke
Wild with a James Knox
Towards valley oak
spoke a practical joke
Ending with a choke
that broken bloke
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I Never Wanted
The door to Turkey
a road to Aleppo
far from the Euro
more misery.
The red compass
is not turning
to the West
and we at best
do turn our backs
at them.
Return to sender
our defender
remains
while
bloodclodded
children
escape from hell.
We are numbed
without bombs
or lungs
to hold
long enough
breaths
for peace.
I try to reconcile
my file cowardness
hide from dismal
and from distress.
All i do is kill
myself and my pride
my will to stride
for higher ends.
Here it ends
in defenseless
cages
they sharpen
their knaves,
silver blades
of a steep but too deep
darkness
of fear
which never
ages,
like the news
of this mess
from the
Daily pages
stress Yellowness.
poem by Madrason writer
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Cats In The Well
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.
The cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She aint hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin her deep.
Bridge #1:
The cats in the well and grief is showing its face
The worlds being slaughtered and its such a bloody disgrace.
The cats in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cats in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley sally is doing the american jump.
Bridge #2:
The cats in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
Bridge #3:
The cats in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cats in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cats in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I Believe In Miracles.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the risng Sun
I believe in Miracles - I've seen the cheetah run.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen my baby born
I believe in Miracles - I've glimpst the unicorn.
I believe in Miracles - Man walked on the Moon
I believe in Miracles - They're every day in June.
I believe in Miracles - I've seen a junkie cured
I believe in Miracles - A winos been restored
I believe in Miracles - My firends survive car crashes
I believe in Miracles - When England won the ashes!
I believe in Miracles - We trashed the Berlin Wall
I believe in Miracles - We stood and watched it fall.
I believe in Miracles - The harvest grain is stored
I believe in Miracles - When David Beckham scored!
I believe in Miracles - In every path I've trod
I believe in Miracles - 'Cos I believe in GOD!
poem by John Knight
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Hymn 23 part 1
Absent from the body, and present with the Lord.
2 Cor. 5:8.
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains, and fears, and all their springs.
Absent from flesh! illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay;
And I can feel my fetters broke.
Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
My all that's mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.
poem by Isaac Watts
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