The theme song of my fading Cinema
The sprinklers in our garden started without any command
And give a rain of showers,
Oh! Darling the miraculous spring has come again and see the flowers of happiness in the flower beds.
'Yes of course honey and do not forget that your birthday is nearby.
Please tell me what you want exactly? ' She sang in her melodious voice.
'Just a pencil, pencil-cutter, eraser and few pastels are more than enough.
I want to draw a big check and paint it nicely, also fix a swing in the back yard
And peep to our friendly bank manager's house next door.
Most probably the check could be cashed in a friendly manner.
Darling we could buy a house on a hill top your dream and invite our loved ones.
Oh! I realized the vast distance but they are the most proximate souls to our weeping hearts. Isn't it?
Also I want to buy a kennel for Marco for our precious son and we give him a familiar shout, definitely he comes home from his hiding place.'
*Dedication to the composer Maurice Jarre who's no more but I love his fruitful music (Lara's theme) to Dr.Zhivago.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Pencil Rain
The possible dream
Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshals binoculars focus and skyward they train
Theyre searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain
And now hear the roar that none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Ode to Pencils
Pencil o pencil
What would i use to trace the stencil
Possibly crayon, marker, or a pen
Unfortunately they are back in the den
Could i use a pencil with color
They might be much taller
So thanks for the pencil to be born
It is easier to draw when there aren't torn
That is my ode
I hope you thought it flowed
poem by Kristi Miller
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Oh Darling, My Love
Oh darling how I love you so, from the day so old to the moonlights glow, you can into my life like a theft in the night, to discover your beauty, oh was a wonderful site. Your love is like the essence of sweetness on which I lay my head, until the glorious day when you join me in my bed. Oh darling our love is like a door which leads to our walkway of love forever more. As I wait and wait for our wonderful greeting I realized that love finally has its own meeting, to full us with the joy that comes from each other, Oh Lord such a gracious gift for one another. Oh darling how our love shines so bright to the verge where it lightens the hearts of men threw the day and night, oh darling never leave me so, for like ying and yang our love will draw us back together forever more. Oh darling My Love let nothing tear us apart for I know were meant to be, to our end from our start, oh darling my love, oh how I love you so, because our love is now eternal forever more.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Check It Out
Million young poets
Screamin?out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin?to be heard
Future generations
Ridinon the highways that we built
I hope, that they have better understanding
Check it out
Goin to work on monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You cant tell your best buddy
That you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin?with your back
To your loved one
This is all, we have learned
About happiness
Check it out,
Forgot to say hello to my neighbours
Check it out
Sometimes i question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin?about the girls, weve
Seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls
Were still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin?too drunk on saturdays
Check it out
Playin?football with the kids
On sundays
Check it out
Soaring with the eagles all week long
And this is all, we have learned
About living
This is all, we have learned
About living
A million young poets
Screamin?out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin?on the highways that we built
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe theyll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope theyll have a better understanding
Check it out ...
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Come Back Darling
Come back darling
Give me another try
I'll make you satisfied
Don't you know, I need you badly
And I'll give my poor heart gladly
I need your love like roses need the rain
Don't let me cry in pain
Come back darling
Give me another try
I'll make you satisfied
Can't you see the love still burning
Please return, relieve my yearning
A day without you is like a year of emptiness
Please return and bring me happiness
Come back darling
Give me another try
I'll make you satisfied
song performed by by Ub40
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A dreamer's Peninsula
I dreamed on and off few days ago
A passing cloud, honey and salt
Bees and Oceans,
And it seemed to be a fine combination.
My beloved grumbled 'Anyway, it's an omen dear; Who knows whether it's good or bad? '
'Yes darling, there is no any doubt that the passing cloud denotes my dark floating mind,
Bees give honey and oceans provide unlimited salt, isn't it?
But who brings us the evaporating happiness to our desperate shrinking hearts? '
* To my dearest pet-son 'Marco', Your pen-pusher father says so sorry as you skipped lot of scanty meals and suffered with us in your shaky kennel during our hard times.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Give Me A Home
Give me a home to call my own
A humble home of wood or stone;
A place where ripples laugh all day
And songbirds sing and children play
A little home of love and cheer
Where seasons paint throughout the year,
And at last, when the day is through,
A place where I may talk with you.
Give me a home to call my own,
A friendly home to stand alone
And crown some earthly mound of clay
Or set before an ocean spray,
A simple home of faith and trust
Where I may toil in Heaven's dust
And when, anew, each day is through,
A place where I may be with you.
Give me a home to call my own,
A common home of tree or stone;
A place where kindness lights the way,
And flowers bloom and willows sway-
A home of love where hearts may kiss
Each tender joy of wedded bliss,
And in each hour of life to find,
A truer peace of heart and mind.
poem by Sara Stowell
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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When You Come Back
before you go
you put three things
just three things
on the table of your room
a red rose, a yellow mongol pencil,
a nail cutter,
a nail cutter is nothing
but when you come back you find it missing.
you think about the nail cutter
that ordinary nail cutter that you can buy
at anytime
in any store,
it is not there anymore, the red rose wilted
and the yellow mongol pencil is untouched.
you still think about the nail cutter
where could it be? who took it?
your world revolves now around
the missing nail cutter.
it is like loving an ordinary person,
who is now
missing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not In My House
[Intro]
St. Louis! {echo}
Stomp stomp stomp stomp {repeated}
This house belongs to who
[Chorus]
Not in my house
You might catch me on the road
But not in my house
It won't happen oh no (oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
Not in my house (check me out)
You might catch me on the road
But not in my house
It won't happen oh no (oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no)
[Verse 1]
Check it, check it
Now we've come along way ay (hear me out)
And I know you wanna go some more oh
The only thing keeping you from completin your mission derrty
Is makin it past my door
See I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news
But I simply gotta tell ya I refuse to lose
To continue how you wanna disrespect intended
But it ain't goin down hell nah derrty
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Check it, check it
I dropped my mug in the dirt done, you done crossed this line
Me losin tonight, ain't even cross my mind
This my house, and I'm a defend it crush you if need be
Leaving you as an example for other teams to see
Then it be, 2 strikes, 2 outs, no lights
Fourth down, fourth quarter, lookin at a baby order
Fourth period, minute left, down ten, hold ya breath
Pick and roll, back door, game over, told ya so
[Chorus]
Not in my house {4x}
song performed by by Nelly
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Endearment
In my thatched house
On the gloomy passage
Towards the altar
I sketch your fairy face
With that dimple
On your chin!
And it's not Moon
Moonlight it reflects from the Sun.
Your mozzarella fingers
Holding an unvarnished flower.
My zigzag road full of pitfalls & thorns,
Please do not get frightened of my upheaval
And I give you my feeble shaky hand
As a suppliant for a piroutte!
*Dedication to my deceased Grandson 'Prabashwara' who bid Goodbye two days ago, I am sure that your lonely resting place full of fireflies and no darkness at all! May you rest in peace my darling son and I give you a little shout on & off! Your poor Grandma gave her kind regards too.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Nothing Like The Rain
Key:-a - anita
R - ray
A: whoa, whoa
Yeah yeah!
Nothing like the rain!
R: jyeah...check it out yall! nothing like the rain!
A: hay!!!..... hey!!!.....
Nothing like the rain
R: theres nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain,
To come and wash away, away the pain!
A: let me ask a question where do we go from here?
Playing games to pass the time, thats ok
cause time is on our side!
A: theres nothing like the rain, falling down again
To come and wash away the pain
Theres nothing like the rain, falling down again
To clear the air so we see again!
R: falling down again..
A: if I make a promise, Ill never let you down, no no
Love will always break your heart, so they say
But we can turn that round! oh, baby...
Theres nothing like the rain, falling down again
To come and wash away the pain
Theres nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain
To clear the air so we see again!
And we wont give up
R: we wont give up!
A: no, we wont give in
R: check it out, yall
A: when there is so much we can do
R: so much left to do
A: and we wont give up
R: we wont give up!
A: no we wont give in
When there is so much left to do.
R: so much left to do...aw, jyeah. its there, can you feel it?
A chance to change the world if you want it, you can give up a lot, but dont give in
Be ready for your break when it comes your way
Today I say, hey, prepare, a break in the clouds you will be heard
Raise your voice, stake your claim
After the storm, after the rain!
A:theres nothing like the rain, falling down again
To come and wash away the pain
Wash away the pain theres nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain
To clear the air so we see again!
And we wont give up
We wont give up!
No, we wont give in
We wont give in
When there is so much we can do
R: yeah check it out, yall
A: and we wont give up
We wont give up
R: we wont give up!
A: no we wont give in
R: we wont give up
A: when there is so much left to do.
R: nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain, nothing like the rain
Nothing like the rain
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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You draw beautifully with your pencil
You draw beautifully with your pencil,
sketches of almost any flower and plant,
things that are alive and some things that are dead
even a woman giving birth
on the beach.
You draw beautifully with your pencil
on a table are slices of bread
with a hungry dog on the other side;
things that are alive and some things that are dead,
there are children that are wasting away from starvation
and a woman’s hand with a wedding band.
You draw beautifully with your pencil,
a sounding level going down a well
being held by a strong male hand.
Things that are alive and some things that are dead,
you sketch and sometimes it’s any thing valuable;
even people in love on a tropical island
and you draw beautifully with your pencil
things that are alive and some things that are dead.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bring It Back Home
Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy.
Bring it back home to me.
Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him.
Bring it back home to me.
When? Why wonder?
Brown-eyed stunner, come on,
Bring it home to me.
Kiss a little, fishing for your lover,
Won't you bring it down home to me.
See a sky lit on fire, seen the dog in here.
She lift her lips, with a passion, in the third degree.
See a dirty old lady, with a schoolgirl's grin
Break a back for the daddy all, when she does her thing.
You can see the love, like check an ounce for pain,
Darling won't you wanna;
Sorry to resent, you said; gimme back,
Keep your teeth
Never wanna hold you,
Never wanna kiss you,
I bet she's taking away from me.
Never will repeat it, or never reprimand it,
Will you bring it back home to me.
Take care before my baby,
When your baby gives it up for free.
She just puts around, being lazy,
But since she brings her lover to me.
Don't need nothing to save me, say for a piece of your luxury.
Like the doorfoot, you'll never gage it.
I'll tell you just how it's gonna be.
I call your lover in the morning,
When you have your cup of tea.
You never give me your warning,
So you better give her right up for me.
Guess who's coming over, on your thinks;
That's such a surprise.
If you're saying you never known her,
Honey, you better open your eyes.
Look out.
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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The Orange Rose
A yellow rose struggles to breathe
Among high weeds and dry earth
A broken board bangs against the house
Dirt and debris lays on a broken tile
The house shudders, remembers its old worth
It's hard to remember the friendly smile
The children's laughter, the family love
This was the cherished dream, the ideal
Home Sweet Home shone from above
Roses bloomed in a manicured garden
New again time becomes a wheel
In the yard a new rose blooms
Orange and violent consuming the weeds
It spreads to the house like a clinging vine
Leaving black leaves in its wake
Seeing its destruction as a new seed
poem by Patricia Williams
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Give Me Some Pain
Well I've been around, I've seen the world,
I've met many women down like you,
But don't you think it's time you took control,
And taught me what you want me to do?
So baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Give me some pain
Love is a many splendoured thing,
But only on a bed of trust,
So wipe away my past with your sweet fists,
And show me the freedom of lust
And baby give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me all the way
Give me what I want
Give me what I want
Give it to me night and day
Give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
Won't you give me some pain
Darling, won't you give me some pain
song performed by by White Town
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Loose Ends
We met out on open streets
When we had no place to go
I remember how my heart beat
When you said I love you so
Then little by little
We choked out all the life that out love could hold
No, no
It was like we held a noose
And baby without check
We pulled it a little tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other
Darling to say when
Now baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end
We didnt count tomorrows
We took what we had and baby we ran
There was no place for sorrow
Every place we went I held your hand
And when the night closed in
I was sure your kisses told me all I had to know
But oh no
It was like we held a noose
And baby without check
We pulled til it grew tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other
Darling to say when
Oh baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end
Our love has fallen around us
Like we said it never would
We saw it happen to all the others
But to us it never would
Well how could something so bad, darling
Come from something that was so good
I dont know
But it was like we held a noose
And baby without check
We pulled til it grew tighter around our necks
Each one waiting for the other
Darling to say when
Oh baby you can leave me tonight on the loose end
On a loose end
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Street children
Where are their parents?
Are they gone with the wind?
Their offspring eat fluorescent tubes,
Cut their hands, do acrobats and beg something for their daily bread.
These trample flowers sleep on the roads under the helpless sky
And in their dreams of paradise no angels exist.
But the sex abusers peep in friendly manner.
dedication to *UNICEF
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall
Chorus.
What sweeter music can we bring,
Than a Carol, for to sing
The Birth of this our heavenly King?
Awake the Voice! Awake the String!
Heart, Ear, and Eye, and every thing
Awake! the while the active Finger
Runs division with the Singer.
From the Flourish they came to the Song.
Voice 1:
Dark and dull night, fly hence away,
And give the honor to this Day,
That sees December turn'd to May.
Voice 2:
If we may ask the reason, say:
The why, and wherefore all things here
Seem like the Spring-time fo the year?
Voice 3:
Why does the chilling Winter's morn
Smile, like a field beset with corn?
Or smell, like to a mead new-shorn,
Thus, on the sudden?
Voice 4:
Come and see
The cause, why things thus fragrant be:
'Tis He is born, whose quick'ning Birth
Gives life and luster, public mirth,
To Heaven and the under-Earth.
Chorus:
We see Him come, and know Him ours,
Who, with His Sun-shine, and His Showers,
Turns all the patient ground to flowers.
Voice 1:
The Darling of the World is come,
And fit it is, we find a room
To welcome Him.
Voice 2:
The nobler part
Of all the house here, is the Heart,
Chorus:
Which we will give Him; and bequeath
This Holly and this Ivy Wreath,
To do Him honor; who's our King,
And Lord of all this Revelling.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Rebuilding A Self
inside my mind are the stories they all related to me
when i was small, mama, what i like about mama,
was her story about the elastic man, who saved his
woman of affection from the deep well by simply
extending his rubber hands.
papa cannot be outdone, who with his reserved silence,
when we rode horses, and checked the tenants of the land,
told about the story of the emperor who had no clothes,
my son be always aware that people cannot be trusted
verify, check, counter check, do not believe outright.
there were myths, and parables, there are theories
so many reminders about survival kits,
about being calm and reasonable, there is no rush,
time heals, people forget, sins are forgiven, matters of
the heart must be kept inside the chest, and the family
must always be the first to consider, less travels, save money,
keep secrets, everything in moderation, keep the readings,
donate to the church, be friendly with the powers that be,
compromise with the communists, give in to what you cannot
control, save the house, remember friends, be kind to animals,
i am sculpted. I am like a stone shaped by the rain and
the air. I am tired. But i am not giving up. I like to be a new
house, not the renovated ancestral one.
I like to be in a strange place. I am going away then.
at the top of the mountain alone, (and powerful) where i
can think more, discard all my built-in beliefs, i carry nothing.
i talk to the wind. I look over the plain.
I sit alone and watch
the moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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