Chaperone
The old piano plays
John Strauss II's waltz
'The Blue Danube'
Under the dim chandelier lights
She dances alone an unmarried woman
Behind her a Charlatan struggles
to win her heart and breaks her innocence,
But the Chaperone, she looks after her well
And nobody could approach her
on this occasion!
I watch the Chaperone's
deep blue teary eyes like ripples
And I imagine her beautiful younger days?
Her secret smile utters
We both are passing the sad sixties
Isn't it?
It's really funny this old man peeps
into the dancing hall in his sugary dream
and the sepia glossy photograph fades away
at the dark room in the morning?
[For five blocks after I left home, I walked like a man with something to do, someplace to go- Takuboku Ishikawa/'Sad Toys]
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Hi Chaperone
You know, you know, you know you know you know
I can't go out alone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
What you think is all wrong
'Cos you shouldn't treat a girl like a game of ping-pong
But I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say sweet dreams tonight
Blow me a kiss, well I guess that's alright, that's alright
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say the streets are safe
In these modern days, but I'm not OK
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone!
Hi chaperone! Hi chaperone! (repeat)
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Hi Chaperone
You know, you know, you know you know you know
I can't go out alone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
What you think is all wrong
'Cos you shouldn't treat a girl like a game of ping-pong
But I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say sweet dreams tonight
Blow me a kiss, well I guess that's alright, that's alright
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
You may say the streets are safe
In these modern days, but I'm not OK
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
I can't go out alone without a chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone, my chaperone
Hi chaperone!
Hi chaperone! Hi chaperone! (repeat)
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Those scattered flowers nobody picks?
Sad indeed as they're stampede
by the the puritans' feet?
Do not search freshness or the fragrance
Even with the broken petals
Still they're flowers?
[Five years since I left home
and now sick in bed,
I hear that cuckoo in dreams! ]-'Sad Toys', Takuboku.Ishikawa
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Fall alarms of the coming Winter
My beloved replaced some missing buttons of my old jacket
And darned my antique woolen socks.
My old shoes grumbles; 'Master few holes in the sole
Definitely snowflake could peeps.'
I feel sorry for her
And she repairs the broken Kerosene heater
While I listen to the Waltz of Johann Strauss's 'Blue Danube'.
Landlord has come home
After his long foreign trip
And I count the arrears of my house rent.
Some expired antibiotic capsules smile on the rack
A strange notion and I too smiled; 'If poverty could be destroyed by these? '
What a ridiculous life is this?
Last night I dreamed some racing horses for the sleigh
And few Reindeers jumped into our room from Arctic regions!
** To an unseen companion of the journey the poet Matt Mooney in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Boardinghouse Mistress's maudlin song!
I was so jealous
When she smiled
with the young medical student
who rents my next room.
And by mistake
I tasted his morning coffee cup
O it's very sweeter than my
bitter usual coffee mug.
Day by day
I check my progress
in the mirror
But it's unavoidable
The old ageing?
humbly to the poetess Sarafielder!
[Bristling over the way
my moustache droops,
So like the man's
I now hate! ]-'Romaji diary', by Ishikawa Takuboku
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A Sad Heart of a Lover
Beneath a huge mountain like an ant,
He watches the birds where they fly in the twilight sky towards their nests.
A single star gossips with the Moon.
And he hears their secret croon.
Who comes to chat with him?
Only the darkness peeps to his untidy room.
He dreams the day of betrayal that she left the village like yesterday.
Why the morning star visits so early?
No, it's as usual.
The midday is very warm like an oven.
And the teary eyes always there never leaves him alone.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When the darkness robbed the light in happy hour
The Corsican Brothers (French: Les Frères corses) is a novella by Alexandre Dumas, père first published in 1844. It has been adapted many times on the stage and in film.
Jukebox goes on in the dim light restaurant
And the protagonist realized
When they danced Ballroom
To the tune of The Blue Danube Waltz
By John Strauss II, changing their precious wives.
Really hard to recognize each other?
Happiness & Sorrow
They're Siamese twins unchangeable.
For Alexandre Dumas!
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Blue Danube, Of Course, Strauss
WHO does not know this kind of dance
Like hopping grasshoppers
And butterflies fluttering
Hovering and then
To a quick change
Jumping
Like joy overpowering you
From an overwhelming sorrow,
It can start as a mellow single note
Then comes the other notes
And a lot others joining
Ended into one bombastic
Show
Of women in gowns
Held by men in black suits
And they dance from one end
To the other of this
Dance floor
Who cannot imagine the flow
Of the river Danube
And of course
Who cannot tell
Strauss there all his hands
Bombastically beating
To the rhythm of
A grand waltz
A dance of royalty
For a while
We adopt the mind frames
Of kings and queens
And princes and princesses
To the dance of
Blue Danube
A royal river flowing
To all the hearts of those
Who view life
Alive, rich, abundant
Opulent, of expensive gowns
And silk suits and perfumes
And wine
Oh, it will be only for a night
The blue Danube is now turned
To real blue
The women have bruises
The men have strong fists
And the song perished
In that sickened mind.
You wake up,
The blue Danube
Is a polluted creek
And all the fish
There are already dead.
And who was strauss?
It is you, the complete
Manic-depressive
delusional
Disillusioned
citizen
Of this dancefloor
republic.
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Deep Blue Heart
Written by John Mellencamp
Daylight is leaving
And the night is closing in
In just a few hours
The sleeplessness begins again
My head feels thick
And I'm unable to think
I guess I'll wait 'til tomorrow
And see what it brings
I have a little hope left
And I guess that's someplace to start
But my memory's full
Of a deep blue heart.
My fun-loving sense of humor
Is nowhere to be found
I stare into my own eyes
With tears flowing down
I'd sing out a song
But I've forgotten the tune
And the words now escape me
But I think it's about you
My vision now is way out in the dark
With just a little sight left
Of a deep blue heart
I see us both flying
In the clear blue sky
Floating out on the ocean
With the sun in our eyes
Caught in a moment
Just me and you
In complete honesty
Where everything is true
That's what I wanted to believe
Right from the start
Just a little place for myself
In a deep blue heart
Carve out a place for myself
In your deep blue heart
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Sweet Mama Blue
Written by orbison/melson.
I know a place in new orleans.
They call the castle of kings and queens.
Where an old sweet black woman sings.
And plays piano like a dream.
She puts out all her beautiful heart and soul for you.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue
One night I stayed past closing time.
Sweet mamma blue my troubled mind.
She sang the night away for me.
She made me see what I couldnt see.
That only by loving life will all your dreams come true.
Sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue will only sing about the truth.
And it will get to you.
Sweet mamma blue will sing of love as only she can do.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
They say shes gone from misery.
But she still lives in my memory.
I still can see her smile and say
Ill bet you make it all the way.
If you will try the lord will surely see you through
.
Sweet mamma blue,
The world sure will miss you.
And when I feel blue I think of you.
Sweet mamma blue.sweet mamma blue.
Sweet mamma blue...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Daguerrotype
In the dark room of severe crises
It's is an early kind of photograph for the Exhibition.
And it takes a certain time,
But be confident and give your full support to get the finish off.
Probably this could be one of the best sepia photographs
That would hang in the White(boarding) House.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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0096 The Two-Left-Feet Waltz - for Jerry
(to the tune of The Blue Danube)
The
Two-Left- Feet Waltz
…left...now
what do I do?
The
Two-Left-Feet Waltz
…left...I’m
feeling blue, too..
The
Two-Left-Feet Waltz…left.. I’m
treading on you…
I’m through! You, too? Let’s vamoo-
se.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An aged Woman poses in front of a shattered mirror?
The rusty pincers she holds
With shivering fingers
And she plucks her grey hair
Here & there
She noticed in the eye brows too
few appears?
Dark rings below the eyes
And wrinkles on her forehead.
She smiles with the mirror
And mutters; 'No change at all the secret smile
But what happened to my youthful Elasticity? '
She realized for the first time in her life
That mirrors too speak sometimes?
'Madam! I am there with you
even in your fleeing beauty? '
*[God made woman from man's rib-not from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be walked upon, but from his side to be his partner in life, from under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.]
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This Glass Door Is Remain Unlocked at All!
Stress......... mental & menstrual disorders
Unnecessary pregnancies without fathers
Family planning, backbite as same as snake bite in the civilized jungle society?
Younger generation not worried from where they come and where do they go?
They just enjoy the slippery lfe!
Recently I have been to one of their parties
O the dim light in the dancing hall
Hardly I recognized the transparent balloons from safe condoms?
This handicap man with sciatica of the tinkering life
Left aside with his soul dancing?
Yes, I found the glass door but it's locked and the passage is dark
And I realized the Heaven & Hell both are dark when lights off!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Symphony In Blue
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue,
The colour of my room and my mood:
Blue on the walls, blue out of my mouth;
The sort of blue between clouds, when the sun comes out,
The sort of blue in those eyes you get hung up about.
When that feeling of meaninglessness sets in,
Go blowing my mind on god:
The light in the dark, with the neon arms,
The meek he seeks, the beast he calms,
The head of the good soul department.
I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
For now I know that Im needed
For the symphony.
I associate love with red,
The colour of my heart when shes dead;
Red in my mind when the jealousy flies,
Red in my eyes from emotional ties,
Manipulation, the danger signs.
The more I think about sex, the better it gets.
Here we have a purpose in life:
Good for the blood circulation,
Good for releasing the tension,
The root of our reincarnations.
I see myself suddenly
On the piano, as a melody.
My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
For now I know that Im needed
For the symphony.
I spent a lot of my time looking at blue--
No wonder that I blue it!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Beautiful Blue Eyes
Blue eyes so full of life
A wonder all of their own
So beautiful and precious
Oh to see those eyes smile
Such a beautiful sight
How I love to look into those eyes
When I look into them
A kind of peace comes over me
Beautiful blue eyes
Always haunting me
...teasing me
Reminding me of what I want...can't have
Why do they haunt me so
When will I be free of them
Constantly held captive by those blue eyes
Beautiful blue eyes
Always there
A reminder of what I want...can't have
Such beautiful blue eyes
Beautiful blue eyes...
poem by Grace Hays
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Eyes Of Blue
I want to know how does it feel
Behind those eyes of blue
Youve made your mistakes
And now your heart aches
Behind those eyes of blue
People may say youve had your chance
And let it slip away
But hard as they try
Theres a dream that wont die
Behind those eyes of blue
Maybe once in a while
Theres a trace of a smile
Behind those eyes of blue
But its painfully clear
Theres a river of tears
Behind those eyes of blue
You know life is too short
For comprimising
Take a hold of your dream
And realise it
You know theres nothing left
To stand in your way
Except yourself and I know
Though your hearts full of pain
That a hope still remains
Behind those eyes of blue
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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The passers-by
I was searching a shelter
passing so many obstacles.
'I am the only one who is living here'.
'How do you live alone my dear? '
'Those who come here keep their memories
and a newcomer peeps before it fades.'
'I do not leave you alone my darling
and I promise you to stay here forever.'
'There were lot of broken promises brother
they stay here for a while and left but never come back.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Princess, Orphan and The Cobbler's Daughter
On the dancing floor
He sees his skinny figure
Under the dim lights
In front of a mirror
And he scared of the fast beat
Because of his broken shoes!
In the semi darkness
He tries to slip away from the hall
But the princess never release her hand?
And he thinks how a princess loves an orphan
Unless in a dream?
But he's happy at least a dance with a princess
Though it's a dream?
In the morning when he enters the cobbler's slum
To mend his shoes, he sees his beautiful daughter
O that face resembles the last night's princess!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Azul....
Shades of blue confronts the
man in blue, so blue, but not
electric blue, the blue in faded jeans
saddening blue, the blue in marble,
glossy, but sadder still, the faint
blue of a heavy sky, laden with rain
some restraints, falling suppressed,
the blue in that deserted lagoon,
those blue Spanish eyes gone,
the navy blue without an address,
the blue lips, lesser in oxygen
content,
the bluebird perched upon a twig,
kingfisher blue without a fish,
a blue heart, pastel blue shirt
torn blue, blues, blue bruises....
the puerto azul....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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