Three Ghosts
Three ghosts to the head of my thoughts
Have the bowels to fuss over my teapots.
Three are beauty and homage and kindness,
Names suited on the characteristics of their blindness.
The charmed sword was angry from my hand,
It bit a gash from the spooks on this land.
I am inclined to stand on the beds and argue
On their selfishness, and the very barbecue.
It smelt glad of their feet, of their feat, of all,
Like the clamour of the thunder and rainfall.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Back On My Feet
How many days will the wet weather last?
I want know will the clouds
When they roll back
Reveal a man in an old mac
Living on a park bench
Sitting on his own?
Cut the rain as it runs down the glass
Eventually through the lightning and thunder
We see a man going under
This is how it happens
This is what he said
I dont need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
til Im back on me feet
Youre always telling me about my misery
Ive seen things you will never see
Dont pity me
Focus in on the breath of a man
Who takes a brown paper bag
From his knapsack
Between his whispers and wise cracks
Hes looking for permission
Screaming at the sky
I dont need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
til Im back on me feet
Youre always telling me about my misery
Ive seen things you will never see
Dont pity me
Ill be right again
Be upright without you
Ill stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too
Cut back again to a girl walking by
Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks
Climb an invisible soap box
Laughing at the traffic
Shouting at the world
I dont need love
Though temptation is sweet
Give me your hand
til Im back on me feet
Youre always telling me about my misery
Ive seen things you will never see
Dont pity me
Ill stand up again
Kick up a fuss again too
Ill be right again
Be upright without you
We see a life through the eyes of a man
As he live and he dies
By a simple tattoo
Ill be back again
When I land on my feet
Ill stand up again
Kick up a fuss again, wouldnt you
Well there you go, though we tried hard to know him
Its there on his face
Hes a case where theres clearly no hope
Give me your hand again
til I land again
His face starts to fade
As we pull down the shade
And the picture we made
Is in glorious cinemascope
Ill be back...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Martyr
(Indicative of the Passion of the People
on the 15th Day of April, 1865)
* * *
Good Friday was the day
Of the prodigy and crime,
When they killed him in his pity,
When they killed him in his prime
Of clemency and calm-
When with yearning he was filled
To redeem the evil-willed,
And, though conqueror, be kind;
But they killed him in his kindness,
In their madness and their blindness,
And they killed him from behind.
There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the People in their weeping
Bare the iron hand;
Beware the People weeping
When they bare the iron hand.
He lieth in his blood-
The father in his face;
They have killed him, the Forgiver-
The Avenger takes his place,
The Avenger wisely stern,
Who in righteousness shall do
What the heavens call him to,
And the parricides remand;
For they killed him in his kindness,
In their madness and their blindness,
And his blood is on their hand.
There is sobbing of the strong,
And a pall upon the land;
But the People in their weeping
Bare the iron hand;
Beware the People weeping
When they bare the iron hand.
poem by Herman Melville
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Thunder Sword
Man did not fear man
But the hero fear death of hero
By the dangerous thunder sword
Thro his shine sword and bright eyes
That bends all head of tree with arm
Oh, thou spirit of thunder,
No sword no spear in his palm
But his hand sharp more than sword
And it killed more than fire
No man can face and defeat
Thro his molest fire of his mouth
The lightning echo on sky bewilder heart
And thunderbolts annoyed with mirror of man
Which no man can harm on earth.
.
poem by Olugbenga Ayoola.O
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Lightening Strikes!
Cloudy are my eyes that weep.
In me is the storm.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder...
Mumbles on.
Lightening strikes!
Stripping fast to flash,
Before the lights go out.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder mumbles on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World is Full of Kindness
The World is full of kindness—
And not the poor alone;
We Christians in our blindness
Bow down to hearts of stone;
The clever, bitter cynic,
Whose poisoned “soul” is dead,
And, like the rotten clinic,
Raves, helpless, on his bed.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the White alone;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone;
But all men are his brothers,
In spite of all the “Powers,”
And the things he does for others
Shew whiter souls than ours.
The world is full of kindness—
But not the Lean alone;
The Fat man in his blindness
Bows down, and not to stone;
But when a friend’s in trouble,
And an honest friend at that,
Then I’d turn to the Fat man
In spite of all his fat.
The world is full of kindness
If it is let alone,
And men’s hearts in their blindness
Are neither ice nor stone.
In spite of all pretences,
We get it from Above;
In spite of all defences—
Red blood, kind hearts, and love.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Stand By Your Beds
m gonna keep it in the family
Gotta straighten my face
Wanna keep it in the family
Savin? my disgrace
Like a tick-a time bomb inside ame
Been to the mount, seen the other side
Money back, number one, guaranteed
Sole-satisfied
Gimme, gimme, gimme it all
Gimme, gimme, gimme it all
Everybody celebrate, stand by your beds
By your beds
Easy access, easy led, stand by your beds
By your beds
Yknow its nothin? new Im telling you
Its always been around
Its the home made milkshake
Apple pies n? lemonade
Never turned down
Gimme, gimme, gimme it all
Gimme, gimme, gimme it all
Everybody celebrate, stand by your beds
By your beds
Easy access, easy led, stand by your beds
By your beds
Gimme, gimme, gimme it alll
Gimme, gimme, gimme it all
Everybody celebrate, stand by your beds
By your beds
Easy access, easy led, stand by your beds
By your beds
(rankin, agnew, hardwell......polygram/trinitron)
Published by nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.
Copyright 1994 polydor gmbh, hamburg
song performed by by Nazareth
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Song of the Red War-Boat
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady!
Watch for a smooth! Give way!
If she feels the lop already
She'll stand on her head in the bay.
It's ebb-it's dusk-it's blowing
The shoals are a mile of white,
But (snatch her along!) we're going
To find our master to-night.
For we hold that in all disaster
Of shipwreck, storm, or sword,
A Man must stand by his Master
When once he has pledged his word.
Raging seas have we rowed in
But we seldom saw them thus,
Our master is angry with
Odin-Odin is angry with us!
Heavy odds have we taken,
But never before such odds.
The Gods know they are forsaken
We must risk the wrath of the Gods!
Over the crest she flies from,
Into its hollow she drops,
Cringes and clears her eyes from
The wind-torn breaker-tops,
Ere out on the shrieking shoulder
Of a hill-high surge she drives.
Meet her! Meet her and hold her!
Pull for your scoundrel lives!
The thunders bellow and clamour
The harm that they meant to do!
There goes Thor's own Hammer
Cracking the dark in two!
Close! But the blow has missed her,
Here comes the wind of the blow!
Row or the squall'll twist her
Broadside on to it!-Row!
Heark'ee, Thor of the Thunder!
We are not here for a jest
For wager, warfare, or p]under,
Or to put your power to test.
This work is none of our wishing-
We would house at home if we might
But our master is wrecked out fishing.
We go to find him to-night.
For we hold that in all disaster
As the Gods Themselves have said
A Man must stand by his Master
Till one of the two is dead.
That is our way of thinking,
Now you can do as you will,
While we try to save her from sinking
And hold her head to it still,
Bale her and keep her moving,
Or she'll break her back in the trough
Who said the weather's improving,
Or the swells are taking off ?
Sodden, and chafed and aching,
Gone in the loins and knees
No matter-the day is breaking,
And there's far less weight to the seas!
Up mast, and finish baling
In oars, and out with the mead
The rest will he two-reef sailing.
That was a night indeed!
But we hold that in all disaster
(And faith. we have found it true.
If only you stand by your Master,
The Gods will stand by you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Close your eyes and wait
I have recently discovered
Beauty is in kindness
Due in part to my recent
And gradual blindness
And, as a visually inspired poet
I have found the deeper meaning of
words, and how you present
Appearance and physical beauty
I do not resent
But, when compared to inner beauty
It is irrelevant
So, next time you see an attractive face
Close your eyes and wait…
See their inner beauty first
Before, you are blinded by fate
poem by Marcus McKinley
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Record Of Mighty Arrest
Recording names of stupor corresponds to success,
The dossier of might, a charter of demand.
We mimic the italics of names all around,
A dossier has been published of one’s cross.
The evidentiary record, the archives, the registry,
All amount to this same collection of names, proper.
Shot at the face, we take in hand and put to notice
Sure ways of arresting and sending to the places suited.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Come Away
(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
song performed by by April Wine
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Like Uncle Ikey Used to Say #33
some folks seem ta git followed
by spooks wherever they go
they report strange experiences
funny the way those spooks
seem ta leave some of us
plumb alone
poem by Robert Graber
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Fight Not
SAD are the songs when I am blue
Sad, very sad all around so true
And I walk with my downcast eyes
And the smile that I show can't disguise
SAD is the day when we fight and argue
It is a war we can't stop and can't undo
I am mad and you're mad, we can't say nice
So to hurt each other we say some lies
Sad, it is sad when the sky frowns so
Cause she feels what we feel, she's sad too
She will cry in a minute as I cry my sighs
It is when we fight, we become unwise
Hurting words, angry thoughts it's what we do
We shout, say our pains in every hue
But I'm hurt when you're hurt it's not a surprise
Cause you're sad and in pain when you see my eyes
Cease, stop, let us end this fight
I want to be happy, to be glad, to feel light
I know and you know we can't stand the sight
Of us fighting does not feel right.
poem by Naida Supnet
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For Beauty Being the Best of All We Know
For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names
Were never told can form and sense bestow;
And man has sped his instinct to outgo
The step of science; and against her shames
Imagination stakes out heavenly claims,
Building a tower above the head of woe.
Nor is there fairer work for beauty found
Than that she win in nature her release
From all the woes that in the world abound;
Nay with his sorrow may his love increase,
If from man's greater need beauty redound,
And claim his tears for homage of his peace.
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Angry Eyes
Time, time and again I see you staring down at me
Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see
With those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
You want to believe that I am not the same as you
And now I cant conceive, oh lord, of what it is youre trying to do
With those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
With those angry eyes
You and I must start to realize
Blindness binds us in a false disguise
Can you see me through those angry eyes?
You try to defend that you are not the one to blame
But Im finding it hard, my friend, when I m in the deadly aim
Of those angry eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
With those angry eyes
What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
With those angry eyes
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Like My Father Before Me
Like my father before me,
and in the way that my son,
my daughter will do
I have sprouted from this fertile land
have felt the rain falling in big drops
upon the red-brown hot sand,
have smelt new life springing forth
from the wetness of rain,
from the wetness of human seed
I have smelt the sulphur of blue-white thunder,
have experienced the wonder
of seeing new seedlings bursting
right through the ground
and this continent of Africa
where the sun hangs
in a cobalt blue sky,
will as long as I am living
be home to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Inside Me
I am so glad You let me earn You.
So glad Your love for me...
I have not taken for granted.
I know You have been there,
To bail me out.
I know You were there...
Waiting for me to shout in fear.
Wanting You to instantly appear,
To remove from around me those spooks and villains!
Willing to chase me on my path...
With threats to harm me on my journey.
I am so glad You let me earn You.
I enjoy each blessing sent...
With a deeper pride meant.
Equally as deep as You are inside me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pointy Toes
Pointy toes,
Elegance shows.
A dancer's feet,
Worn and Weary,
A ballerina's feat,
Makes it look easy.
We abuse our feet,
Scrapped till it bites,
We abuse our feet,
Tie knots too tight,
We abuse our feet,
Stand till sore,
We abuse our feet,
Curl like claw.
High heels, tall.
We abuse our feet,
Bound feet small.
Abuse our feet most than rest of body?
Take care, your feet, Everybody.
At my feet!
I lay my soul at your view
You: daughter of my land.
Tears trickling down,
Like the gems found…
In there streams,
Of my motherland.
Present to you, I
A bowl of silence,
Collect with imagination
an’ oft dreams…
of mystic a beast,
an’ as curious a rider,
my strange an’ beautiful companion.
Daughter of my land,
Charmed I am, by your composure.
Timid are your ears being…
quiver such they,
at my play of words.
For I speak a piercing truth,
an’ your heart knows it too.
At my feet,
Stand I on quick sand.
Saving every little breath,
To savor a moment with a strange kiss,
From an animated life,
Power beyond this silly wish.
With a daughter of my land
A promise treasured,
To me
by she, at my feet,
my motherland.
poem by Merlin Mwaura
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The Irony In Your Beauty
No longer thriving
This fire ceases to exist
Shall I take care of what remains?
Devoured answers all turn up again
What am I to do, for what am I to do?
A token of appreciation dangles above your head
The irony in your beauty
We will never have to buy a plot of land
Wave a farewell to the heights which you did not stand
Only to peer to an angry ocean below
Never again will you have to leave
I have lost to drinking
I should be laughing right now
poem by Brandon Nothing
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A Princess In The South...Maia
A Princess In The South...Maia
there is a princess in the south
that i am going to tell you about
who's kindness swells, i can tell
her name always rings a bell
she lives in a far away land
i hope i can lend her a hand
in helping the children take a stand
to be a good citizen, guided by a loving Hand.
her inner joy outshine
her beauty ohh so divine
i can only wish her the best
and God will take care of the rest.
wish i can hug and tell you
no matter what, i am always here for you
in everything, just smile, be happy
and be the kind of person
the Lord wanted you to be.
a special tribute to Maia..my new friend here in PH..
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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