Tavern Lit By Lamps
The tavern tables stay lit by the lamps,
These are the lamps of excellence.
My tables collect more money
And the energy is also collected.
May this tavern express the whole joy,
May we enter a real improvement,
And may the gates of this city be for sustenance.
These shopkeepers are so careful, more than you,
Let monsters and werewolves be dignified
And then the worst enemy is around.
The tavern is an absolute sanctuary,
A wonderful way of gambling and dancing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Suns & Moons
A horrible night
street lamps unlit
even the moon hides
a woman smiles.
searching a tavern
in between the sky and earth
a toothless smile of a ragged beggar
filled my thirst.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I started out mopping floors, waiting tables, and tending bar at my dad's tavern. I put myself through school working odd jobs and night shifts. I poured my heart and soul into a small business. And when I saw how out-of-touch Washington had become with the core values of this great nation, I put my name forward and ran for office.
quote by John Boehner
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There is no private house in which people can enjoy themselves so well as at a capital tavern... No, Sir; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Turntable
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I used to walk around like
Nothing could happen to me
Life is a gamble so i
Should live life more carefully
But all I know is that i
Control my own destiny
I used to look at others
Instead of me blaming me
Bridge:
Dont ask yourself why
Just look to the sky
Believe that soon youll see the other side
Chorus:
I know
That through all the struggle
Theres a bright road
At the end of the tunnel
Now you should know
Whatever your dilemma may be
Youll learn
Life is worth it
Watch the tables turn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whenever you feel troubled
With problems coming your way
Dont ever get discouraged
Theres always a better day
We all dont know the answers
Believe and trust when I say
That havin faith is always
The way to make things okay
Bridge
Chorus
Thats right
Alright
Youve had your ups and downs but
It happened for a reason
Cause after april showers
There will come a change of season
So please dont give up now cuz
The suns shinin through the clouds
Its gonna be alright
I know
Chorus
Chorus
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
Watch the tables turn
(watch the tables turn)
song performed by by TLC
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Mouse and House
Underneath the tables responds the mouse,
Inside it weeps, and soaks up water in its house.
Its house is a follower’s abode, of stealth,
May the tables bend and steal the wealth.
In its house we found the treasure of cool surroundings,
There was gold, water and many, many beginnings.
The gold was stationary, like the hostility in the tables,
The real dining occurred in this hole for animals.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Its All Over Now
(bobby and shirley womack)
Baby used to stay out all night long
She made me cry
You know she done me wrong
She held my eyes open and thats no lie
Tables turned and now its her turn to cry
But then I used to love her but its all over now
Yes it is
But then I used to love her but its all over now
Listen
She used to run around with every single man in town
Spent all my money playing her fast game
She put me out, it was a pity how I cried
But the tables turned and now its her turn to cry
Because I used to love her but its all over now
Aint no lie
Because I used to love her but its all over now
Listen
Well I used to wake the morning get my breakfast in bed
When I got worried shed ease my aching head
But now shes here and there with every single man in town
But the tables turned and now its her turn to cry
Because I used to love her but its all over now
Yes it is
Because I used to love her but its all over now
Listen to this one
Because I used to love her but its all over now
But then I used to love her but its all
Now wait a minute
But then I used to love her but you know
But you know its all over now
But then I used to love her but you know its all over now
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Chains Chains
Jack of diamonds/ is a gambling man/ [together were men]
He played the tables /whenever he can/[while he can]
Take some advice boy stay clean stay out of his way
Little jeannie is a dancing queen
/shes been/ [she bounce n] shaking it since she was sixteen
Skips across the tables acting out her passion play
It wasnt for money, its only a chance
You take a gamble, got shot [lets cut] for romance
Chains, chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around
Chains chains pulling you down
Chain of love that turns your world around
Without a warning /jeannie took off/ [she took off] one night
Jack got so mean boy, he just had to fight
He died on the floor someone else evens the score
Back on the tables/ jeannies romance had died/ [shes roaming tonight]
That one look of love that told her a lie
And for her theres no waves crashing on seashores
* repeat
[instrumental]
Chains chains...chains chains...
song performed by by Ufo
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Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall
Oh down at the tavern
the children are singing
around their round table
and around me still.
Did you hear what it said?
I only said
how there is a pewter urn
pinned to the tavern wall,
as old as old is able
to be and be there still.
I said, the poets are tere
I hear them singing and lying
around their round table
and around me still.
Across the room is a wreath
made of a corpse's hair,
framed in glass on the wall,
as old as old is able
to be and be remembered still.
Did you hear what it said?
I only said
how I want to be there and I
would sing my songs with the liars
and my lies with all the singers.
And I would, and I would but
it's my hair in the hair wreath,
my cup pinned to the tavern wall,
my dusty face they sing beneath.
Poets are sitting in my kitchen.
Why do these poets lie?
Why do children get children and
Did you hear what it said?
I only said
how I want to be there,
Oh, down at the tavern
where the prophets are singing
around their round table
until they are still.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Between Us
between us
we must accept an
odd-shaped space
some irregularly shaped
walls
blocks of imperfections
inverted tables and
chairs
broken pieces of china
a black-out of lamps
a feeling of rough hands
between us
let us hold
all these forms of realities
we start from there
so we can survive
this slow
series of deaths
cries that soon shall fade
like a beautiful
sunset....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Its All Over Now
(bobby & shirley womack)
Well, baby used to stay out all night long
She made me cry and she did me wrong
She had my nose open, thats no lie
The tables have turned, now its her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
She used to run around with every man in town
She spent all my money tryying to play that high class game
She put me down, it was a pity how I cried
The tables have turned, now its her turn to cry
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
I used to wake up in the morning, get my breakfast in bed
Whenever I got worried, she would rub my aching head
But now shes here and there, with every man in town
Still trying to take me for that same old clown
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
Because I used to love her, but its all over now
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Casino Queen
Well the money's pouring down and the people all look down,
And it's floating out of town
I hit the second deck and I spend my paycheck,
And my wife that I just met, she's looking like a wreck
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
I always bet on black, blackjack,
I'll pay you back
The room fills with smoke and I'm already broke,
And the dealer keeps on joking as he takes my last token
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
Casino Queen, my lord you're mean
I've been gambling like a fiend on your tables so green
song performed by by Wilco
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Religious Table
A table wooden to the bone cushions my side of the bone,
Tables and chairs, chairs and tables work hands and feet.
My real furnished appearance stages a welcome,
By talismans so religious and bold, and also stronger than the furniture.
The bones of a skeleton are brittle when time takes time,
Bone is sacred, bone is like a table of splendid nature.
My body is furnished with eyes and ears, faces so dear,
Letting light be knightly on the skin, with skin and skin.
The bones of religion collect by night and day,
Relics of the past demand recollection, everyday.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Within my own life, I read all the beloved novels by lamps of vegetable oil; I saw the Standard Oil invading my own village, I saw gas lamps in the Chinese shops in Shanghai; and I saw their elimination by electric lights.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 11
As I walked through the lamplit gardens,
On the thin white crust of snow,
So intensely was I thinking of my misfortune,
So clearly were my eyes fixed
On the face of this grief which has come to me,
That I did not notice the beautiful pale colouring
Of lamplight on the snow;
Nor the interlaced long blue shadows of trees;
And yet these things were there,
And the white lamps, and the orange lamps, and the lamps of lilac were there,
As I have seen them so often before;
As they will be so often again
Long after my grief is forgotten.
And still, though I know this, and say this, it cannot console me.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Walking Tables
How do tables walk as one?
And why do chairs seem to run?
How my rest is desired, and how
Do I kick in the air for relaxation?
My chimney is found with the soot
Of a black utterance, as seemly as light;
The light travels up and down the world,
With smoke, crime is committed, like walking
Chairs and turning tables, this world is one.
With this house may I live alone,
Where wolves like criminals detest you.
Anyone walked a long distance, anyway,
Justice must be allowed, and searched
By the home and heaven.
How do tables and chairs move?
poem by Naveed Akram
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My money, your money, let us go to the tavern.
Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
And when all of them are ignited
Lo! They are in the same way lighted!
All have the same light energy of flame
A gas in excited state, the plasma—to name.
All forms of lamps from their foundation
Emit the same brilliant illumination.
There may exist different views of the Divine
And different paths may exist to reach the Divine.
But the mode of approach to attain the goal
Is our sincere effort to pray with heart and soul.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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What We Did At The Beach House....
it is freedom day for me
it is Thursday,
we enter the gate to the beach
fresh winds, green coconut palms
sea grass and white foams,
sea waves and slushy sands,
the octagonal cottage and the
bamboo tables and chairs,
stone silent on the table
collected by you,
we are here for no other agenda
except to feel the freshness of air
recounting those younger years
and then savor our sweet silence
i rock my body on the hammock
you lay asleep on the sofa.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bagatelle...
shying from the outside world
where the sun can make a thousand bites
the king through his ministers
evolved
from efforts of bringing croquet
and shuffleboard
inside and
atop tables....
in the Great Hall at
Hatfield House
the tables have become smaller
enjoying the holes
in the middle
of their chores....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cab Lamps
The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall
Across the smothered lanes of ’Loo, the stifled vice and all,
And in the shadow yonder—like cats that wait for scraps—
The crowding cabs seem waiting—for you and me, perhaps.
The cab lamps are watching as they watched for you and me,
The cab lamps are a-watching and they watch unblinkingly.
The sea breeze in Macleay Street and star-angels over all,
But the slinking cabs of darkness keep their watch beside the wall.
Oh! the years we slipped like months—and the months like a day—
When our cabs slid from the stand—touched the kerb and sped away—
Oh! the cloak on girlish shoulders—Oh! the theatres and light!
And the private rooms and supper that were all in a night!
Oh! the rickshaw in Colombo! And the flat that no one knew,
Where the cab lamps watched Haymarket—London cabs for me and you.
Oh! the gay run “Home” by Paris when the world was ours to play
And the wild run back by Frisco that seems all in a day.
Oh! the cab lamps and rose curtains, when the lie called love seemed true,
While an honest wife and husband suffered by the lanes of ’Loo.
Oh! the health and strength and beauty and the money with its power—
And those two good lives we ruined that was all in an hour.
But the night policeman’s coming with a sharp suspicious eye,
And he’d shift us “quick and lively” to the sweet by and by.
So we’ll seek our frowsy bedroom, if the old hag lets us through—
Where our folks died broken-hearted in the cruel lanes of ’Loo.
The cab lamps are watching as they watched across the sea,
The cab lamps are watching, and they watch for you and me.
For you and me they waited, when the thing called love seemed true,
But the bull’s-eye of our midnight must not flash on me—and you.
poem by Henry Lawson
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