The Keeper Of The Peace
The Keeper of the Peace
Behind high walls cypresses’ stand dignified and tall,
the iron-gate leading, in to a silent Paradise, is open
white marble and names in golden letters.
In here traffic noise dies down, a perfect spring day
comes to an end. I feel at ease here, have no regrets,
this place will one day be my home.
The gardener smokes a cigarette, fine Turkish blend,
tickles my nose, wish I could smoke too. With a big
key he locks up and wishes me safe journey.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Let Me Talk
Maurice white, verdine white, larry dunn, al mckay, ralph johnson & philip bailey
Fifty million voices mumbling from the street
Talking about the 80s and who it will mistreat
Now, joseph worken hardy, checkin out the jive
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Miss sophisticated, your nose up in the air
Trying to find excitement, in the labels that you wear
Now, I may disappoint you, with the thins I say
But deep inside, a message burns withing me everyday
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Were all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as youre told
Let me talk, let me talk, let me talk, let me talk
Wont you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru
World automotives chase the arab wheel
Partnerships on nuclear, trying to make a deal
Where does it all lead to
Im sure the question flows,
Thru many minds around the world
Im sure nobody knows
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Homebody
well i flew in on the plane yesterday
nose pressed to the glass i watched us come into the bay
and then i asked myself why i left this place
seeking solace in a change and now it's changed my face
i know they'll say there's something to be said for trying out new things
but i know i say there's something i've been missing here along the way
oh, yea
there's something bout coming home to california
theres something about coming home
it's so hot outside that i could fry an egg
but i'm eating taco bell and getting high instead
with my eyes spread wide i smoke a cigarette
watch the sun roll by with nothing in my head
and i know they'll say there's something to be said for curiosity
but i know i say i'll save my west coast dreaming for some other day
oh, yea
there's something bout coming home to california
theres something about coming home
there's something in the way we move
something in the daily news
there's something in the air i breathe
and something in the way i see
there's something in these orange walls
the southern california fall
there's something in the clothes she wears
and something in the way she stares at you
i'm so far away from home and i need it
song performed by by Zox
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Joys In Life
How sweet to savor life when free of woes,
While all to joys, the present day prepares,
When home is not a fort walled round from foes,
And love blooms strong and true without the cares;
When hearth gives just the right amount of heat,
Its smoke goes high straight up to clearest skies,
With fire that burns steady in hearts that beat,
Come Spring and snow, or tempest, nary dies;
What bliss for traveler to have arrived,
To home with no more voyage to contend,
And in the homey circumstance survived,
With not a dream of journeys to extend;
.....But joy is not a journey's end to reach,
.....It is that point, with fewer walls to breach.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Leading You
i am leading you to a place
where you can be yourself
where you can be free
you will see a black crow there
and it will stare at you
do not be frightened
it will soon leave if you look at it in return
with a calm, strong eye
then another shadow will come flying in
through the window of your house
the shadow of the monkey-eating eagle
too it will stare at you with an intimidating claw
but just be gentle
and soon just like the black crow it will leave
and then you must stand tall beside the same window
where the two birds hover temporarity
you shall see the white dove
getting in at the perfect hour
it will hand you a branch with three green leaves
in perfect timing for the sun that we have been waiting for
you wait some more and there may be rain
a little thunder and some lightning
but again do not be frigtened
keep looking with that strong, calm eye
and then the time now comes for the cocoon
to open and from the window where you must stand tall
from the branch that the dove handed you
you will see the birth of a red butterfly
soon it will fly and hover in one branch of your heart
your heart is the flower
and i am that red butterfly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Smoking
My temper is quite volatile
When personal space is transgressed
My acerbic tongue can almost kill
With my words of anger addressed.
The air that I breath is sacred
And with all due respect please maintain
That although you may smoke, remember
To keep my air free from the stain.
If you must, then please go a distance
For the cigarette smoke makes me sick
I don't need any cancerous substance
To inhale in my air, that is tragic.
We all have rights that is true
Non-smokers need their good air
To one who smokes, this is what he must do
Smoke in one place and NOT everywhere.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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There is no sound sleep as sound as home
In the foreign land where you live
Where the snow is cold and slippery and smooth
You say you cannot sleep
And all alone not feeling safe
In that house made of steel and fortified walls
Here in our country
Where walls are weak where beams are but coconut wood
Where the sun is hotter
Where the dust spread like blanket on the bed
Where the noise is simply intolerable
Where beggars come asking for food
Where poverty and calamities abound
Here in my country I sleep so soundly
Because lady, this is my home this is where my heart is
Because lady, I am safe in this place that I call my own
Because lady, there is no place like home
Where sleep is sleep and will always be sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paper And Iron
Paper, iron, won't buy eden
Working for paper and for iron
Work for the right to keep my tie on
Working for paper and for iron
Work for the unicorn and lion
I pray the kids aren't starving
No chicken for the sunday carving
I'll stay for one more farthing
I take home my notes and coins every week
I'm told i'm worth much more
But the church says turn the other cheek
The other cheek
Paper, iron, won't buy eden.
I know the family needs me
Can't moan, the factory feeds me
Won't bite the hand that bleeds me
I take home my notes and coins every week
I'll inherit the earth i'm told
But the church says to remain this meek
Remain this meek
I'm still a proud man.
Won't show anybody else my wage
A blend in the crowd man
Is this anybody's golden age
Is this anybody's golden age
Is this anybody's golden age
Or am i dreaming of a golden cage
La la lo it's paper
La la lo it's iron
La la lo just paper
La la lo just iron
song performed by by Xtc
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When I Am Alone
now i learned
what they want me to understand
when i am alone
at least i need someone to talk to
someone who listens
and when i am as silent as cigarette stick
lighted
at least something knows
where the smoke may go
i smoke now
but not because i like it
it is a necessity
the smoke at least talks to me
and the light in the cigarette
gives me the eye of the
cinder
a word of light
a comfort of flame
in the dark
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Manse Gate
At a wave of his hand, with his eye on the traffic,
Underneath his yellow helmet head,
the bulldozer, lifting its beak
Came down upon the old Manse gate,
And in a second, with its pillars
And walls, were rubble for the road,
foundation.
Contributing to its raiso d'etre, passe.
you leave Marlay Park, on the Grange Road side,
the exit gate, facing what was a Manse,
you could have seen it,
a status of Gentry.
Those walls kept in an ethos,
those gate let in a class,
of carriages and conversation.
To a long, winding, Elms driveway,
the Manse well gone.
And now the gates too,
at the dropp of a hand, the wave,
of a young man, helmetted in yellow,
And a cigarette swinging in the spare hand,
as the clear road allows the beak of progress
move away a century of style.
Then he looks to wave me on,
And holding in his hand, pulling on the
smoke,
nods the beak towards the wall,
the highways now ready for foundation.
History is history at a glance.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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The Mother of Three
Oh, to have a little farm,
A little hearth so warm and bright,
And three little boys all safe from harm
In from the winter night!
A little house with white-washed wall,
And thatched like any golden rick,
And the little boys within my call,
And they running so quick.
A garden and an apple tree,
And me so busy all the day,
And the little boys at home with me,
Merry out at their play.
There was a woman I've heard tell,
Whose three fine sons were killed. For sure
'Tis good to have them little and well
And just beyond your door.
This while back there is something wrong --
It may be that I miss the boys
Who filled the house the whole day long
With happy laughter and noise!
And often when I sit my lone
The sadness comes and lies on me
For the poor soul that has no son.
And me having the three!
And it's oh, to have the little farm
Under the golden thatch so bright,
And the little boys safe home from harm
Shut in with me at night!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Trust Yourself
So what?
if you are not tall.
So what?
if you are not blonde.
So what?
if yours is not a nose
with perfect line.
So what?
if you are not white.
My dear, you are
as beautiful as the tall,
as beautiful as the blonde,
as beautiful as those
with perfect nose line,
as beautiful as the white.
Trust yourself
for it is the same God
who made the tall,
who made the blonde,
who made those
with perfect nose line,
who made the white,
and the same God...
who made YOU.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Smoke And Mirrors
When I was a boy all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers fade into night, words become a dream
The echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding
May God bless you, keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion hands touch
Lips find a way to heaven on high
Watch the children play, the child becomes a man
And all the tangled webs we weave
You swear it as we live and breath
We stay together death until you part
Winner takes the prize
The futures at your finger tips, right before your eyes
No more sorrow (smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows
And nothing from nothing
And ashes to ashes they say
All the more that you reach out
The more that it runs away
(Smoke and mirrors)
No more goodbyes
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find your way there
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
May god bless you keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion
(smoke and mirrors)
Hands touch, lips find a way to
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
No more sorrow
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
I rise or I fall
no more goodbyes
(She really makes me hot, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find a way there
Heaven on high
song performed by by Bee Gees
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To a Prospective Cook
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon!
Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon;
Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek;
Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance!
Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants.
Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers,
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Lulu Walls
One evening getting dark
We first met at the park
Just sitting by the fountain all alone
I lifted up my hat
And then began to chat
She said shed allow me to see her at her home
Chorus:
Such a star Ive never seen
Shes as pretty as the queen
Shes as perfect as an angel from above
If shed only be my wife
Id live happy all me life
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
If she were only mine
Id build a house so fine
And around it so many fences tall
It would make me jealously
To think that none but me
Could gaze upon that beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
One evening getting late
Well, I met her at the gate
I asked her if shed wed me in the fall
But she only turned away
And nothing would she say
That aggravating beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
song performed by by John Prine
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Safe In New York City
(young - young)
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You dont need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and Ill make you obscene
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
All over the city and down to the dives
Dont mess with this place itll eat you alive
Got lip smackin honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma ready to slam
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
Movin all over like a jumpin bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin your way now you may be in luck
Dont you fret boy shes ready to buck
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
New york, new york, new york
I feel safe in a cage in new york city
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Hello, Tree!
What makes you
stand erect and content,
silent and majestic,
undisturbed by the noise of time?
Why do birds find
you their home, the safe
haven to build their nests
and lay their eggs?
Why do you stand there
erect and content,
silent and majestic,
bathed by sunshine and rain?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands
red bricks
walls
thick walls
seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands
close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall
no i don't scream
i moan
and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep
dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys
wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds
blue skies red suns
blue moons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And If An Old Man Dies
AND IF AN OLD MAN DIES
(Yet another reflection on Koheleth)
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him nothing-
And if an old man dies and leaves behind
Much family and wealth
And friends who remember him-
And if an old man dies
And leaves behind him
A reverenced work
Esteemed through many generations-
And if an old man dies
With a name mankind wishes to take with it to its own grave-
And if an old man dies
And nothing survives of humanity
And all his works and wishes
Bound up with the being of others
Who earthbound will die with the Earth
Or transformed into other kinds of being elsewhere
Lose eventually their essential humanity-
And if an old man dies
As all die
And if we stand forever alone in a universe unknown,
Then what else is there but praying to God
And hoping
That somehow beyond it all in some way we cannot now understand
An old man‘s death will be more or less
Than what we can think or know it to be now-
And if an old man dies,
And somehow never dies
And if God saves us all
And if we are surprised
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Paper & Iron
Paper, iron, wont buy eden
Working for paper and for iron
Work for the right to keep my tie on
Working for paper and for iron
Work for the unicorn and lion
I pray the kids arent starving
No chicken for the sunday carving
Ill stay for one more farthing
I take home my notes and coins every week
Im told Im worth much more
But the church says turn the other cheek
The other cheek
Paper, iron, wont buy eden.
I know the family needs me
Cant moan, the factory feeds me
Wont bite the hand that bleeds me
I take home my notes and coins every week
Ill inherit the earth Im told
But the church says to remain this meek
Remain this meek
Im still a proud man.
Wont show anybody else my wage
A blend in the crowd man
Is this anybodys golden age
Is this anybodys golden age
Is this anybodys golden age
Or am I dreaming of a golden cage
La la lo its paper
La la lo its iron
La la lo just paper
La la lo just iron
song performed by by Xtc
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