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The Toy-Maker

I AM the Toy-maker; I have brought from the town
As much in my plack as should fetch a whole crown,
I'll array for you now my stock of renown
And man's the raree will show you.

Here's a horse that is rearing to bound through the smoke
Of cannon and musket, and, face to that ruck,
The horseman with sword ready-held for the stroke,
Lord Lucan, maybe, or Prince Charlie.

An old woman sitting and waiting for call,
With her baskets of cockles and apples and all;
A one-legged sailor attending a ball,
And a tailor and nailer busy.

Or would you have these? A goose ganging by,
With head up in challenge to all who come nigh;
A cock with a comb dangling over his eye,
And a hen on a clutch nicely sitting;

Or a duck that is chasing a quick thing around,
Or a crow that is taking three hops on the ground,
Or an ass with head down (he is held in a pound);
Or a fox with his tail curled around him?

A ship made of shells that have sheen of the sea,
All ready to sail for black Barbarie,
The Lowlands of Holland, or High Germanic
And who'll be the one that will steer her?

I'll speak of my trade: there's a day beyond day
When the hound needn't hunt and the priest needn't pray,
And the clerk needn't write, and the hen needn't lay,
Whence come all the things that I show you.

I am the Toy-maker; upon the town wall
My crib is high up; I have down-look on all,
And coach and wheelbarrow I carve in my stall,
Making things with no troubles in them.

poem by Padraic Colum
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The Jilted Lover To His Mother

You needn't pray for me, old lady, I don't want no one's prayer,
I'm fit and jolly as ever I was--you needn't think I care.
When I go whistling down the road, when the warm night is falling,
She needn't think I'm whistling her, it's another girl I'm calling.

If I pass her house a dozen times, or fifty times a day,
She needn't think I think of her, my work lies out that way.
If they should tell her I've grown thin (for that is what they've told me)
This cursed weather counts for that, and not the girl who sold me.

And if they say I'm off my feed I still can tip a can;
If I get drunk what's that to her? I am not her young man.
I know I've had a lucky let-off--she ain't no class, she ain't,
For all she looked like a bush o' roses and talked like a story book saint.

I never give a thought to her. Don't worry your old head,
I've quite forgot her pretty ways and the cruel things she said,
There's lots of other gals to be had as any chap can see,
So you cheer up, you've got no call to go and pray for me.
But all the same, if you want to pray, you'd best pray God take care of them,
For if I catch them two together, by hell! I'll swing for the pair of them.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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Finding Nectar

The scent of pollen
Draws it nigh
The butterfly
Needn't fly high!
It needn't go far
Nor mind the briar
To draw nectar
From the yearning flower!
I learned it from butterfly
All I ought to find lie
So near me
I only have to see!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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She needn’t be afraid

She needn’t be afraid to be herself with me
I love the way she is, I hope she does agree
To be herself with me, is all I ask of her
No matter how she feels, I still think she’s so dear

Will all do crazy things, somewhere along the line
But crazy things are good, we’re human after all
She needn’t be afraid, to be herself with me
I’ll stand beside her always to catch her should she fall

poem by Bradley Lester
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Public Announcements

Some things needn't be made,
Public announcements.
Like a miserable childhood...
Lived being taunted and misunderstood.
Or feeling as if,
The only one to have endured...
Loneliness and heartache.
Or had emotions that sat,
On the edge of quitting life.
Because another child said...
They heard you peed in bed!
Or pimples on your face,
Reminded them of parasites.

Comeon!
This is no reason to take one's life.

Some things needn't be made,
Public announcements.
Like feeling betrayed,
By those believed has your strictest confidence.
Only to discover sooner or later,
Secrets you had expressed...
Are on all of your neighbors' lips.
There is no need at all,
To have everything confessed.
Especially if you are the type...
To not want all of your business to be addressed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How’s My Boy?

“HO, Sailor of the sea!
How’s my boy—my boy?”
“What’s your boy’s name, good wife,
And in what good ship sail'd he?”
“My boy John— He that went to sea—
What care I for the ship, sailor?
My boy's my boy to me.
“You come back from sea,
And not know my John?
I might as well have ask’d some landsman
Yonder down in the town.
There ’s not an ass in all the parish
But he knows my John.

“How’s my boy—my boy?
And unless you let me know
I’ll swear you are no sailor,
Blue jacket or no,
Brass buttons or no, sailor,
Anchor and crown or no!
Sure his ship was the ‘Jolly Briton’”—
“Speak low, woman, speak low!”
“And why should I speak low, sailor,
About my own boy John?
If I was loud as I am proud
I’d sing him over the town!
Why should I speak low, sailor?”
“That good ship went down.”

“How’s my boy—my boy?
What care I for the ship, sailor?
I was never aboard her.
Be she afloat or be she aground,
Sinking or swimming, I’ll be bound,
Her owners can afford her!
I say, how’s my John?”
“Every man on board went down,
Every man aboard her.”
“How’s my boy—my boy?
What care I for the men, sailor?
I’m not their mother—
How’s my boy—my boy?
Tell me of him and no other!
How ’s my boy—my boy?”

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Hold On

I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Pray

Listen to my voice.
We are gathered here today
To speak of things we have to do,
And the friends we have to call,
From the middleground,
From the darkness.
Its been many years,
Many years,
Since we have faced a danger such as this.
There is nowhere left to hide.
No safety in old glories.
No sanctuary.
Ive seen the same nightmare in all our dreams,
But now its come to earth in search of us,
And through treachery, we are found.
So we must pray to the maker of all things,
And wait for the storm to come.
Maker
We are disciples to your desire.
Maker
We are the voices that sing your praises.
Maker
We are the rage that feeds your devotion.
Maker
Rise from the ground and be our salvation.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls

When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.
I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,
I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.
I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,
But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,
I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,
I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.
I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,
I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.
I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.
Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,
No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.
I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And what can a bustle maker do?
I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,
I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.
I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,
But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,
I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,
I may have been obtuse and of little other use
But I could make a bustle when I chose.
I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,
I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.
I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,
          Things have decayed in the bustle making trade
                    And that it the truth of it.

poem by Patrick Barrington
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How to be a Good American

This snarling mass of cars go past at
Breakneck speed, each one containing
But a single harried drone, who dreams
Of home and rest, but knows that leaving
Work for suburb only means a different
Set of tasks. A brace of children wait
To go to soccer games and tap-dance
Classes. Just as well; the adage holds,
Some half-millennium away from when
Those English zealots came: in idleness,
Evil awaits, so work, so never pause for
Thought. In cash and phony Tudor
Houses is one's worth. One needn't
Read. One needn't understand a thing.
The point is to be moving always in a
Snarling mass.

poem by Lawrence Beck
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You're Looking At Me

Who had the girls turning hand-springs
Crazy to love him, claimed he
Who could so misunderstand things
You're lookin' at me
Who was so sure of his conquest
Sure as a human could be
Who wound up losing the contest
You're lookin' at me, you're looking at me
Where is that boy
Who was certain his charms couldn't fail
Where is that boy
Who believed every word of this ridiculous tail
Who was so childishly flattered
Thought he'd swept her off her feet
Who woke to find his dream shattered
Might I repea-eat, might I repeat
For-or you needn't strain your eyes
To see what I want you to see
That's right, you're looking at me
Where is that boy
Who was certain his charms couldn't fail
Where is that boy
Who believed every word of this ridiculous tail
Who was so childishly flattered
Thought he'd swept her off her feet
Who woke to find his dream shattered
Might I repeat, might I repeat
For-or you needn't strain your eyes
To see what I want you to see
That's right, you're looking at me-ee...

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Show Me How To Live

In with the early dawn
Moving right along
I couldnt buy an eye of sleep
And in the aching night
Under satellite
I was not recieved
With the stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure is or is this a disease
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
In the afterbirth
On the quiet earth
Let this things remind me
You thought you made amend
You better think again
Before my row defines you
Hey hey I said
Near as I an figure
You gave me life now show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours I will stand
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live

song performed by by Audioslave
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VII Stanzas

I

What does it really matter?
Like snow in its patter...
If it's to light for heavy weather
If love melts away forever!

II

Motion a kiss...
At midnights asking!
Wouldn't the moon reminisce?
Her wane from the waxing...

III

In her magnetic—stubbiness
Her wilfulness of innocence
Ah, there's a cosmic pool of bliss...,
Something only I'll reminisce!

IV

He spoke of an eternal calm
He spoke of love and of hate
He held me amidst his gentle palm
A broken arrow—set, straight.

V

You require strong courage
But you needn't those tears
You cause wars in defence
But you needn't those fears.

VI

A bird flowers in a stem
That joy is for all gods men.
A fruit vine lavishly divine!
Sowing wisdom in the sublime!

VII

A thousand living torsos
Lick their limbless wounds.
Such are desert dunes...
Egyptian cotton, sheets.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Pink Thing

Anytime you rise, Im here,
And Im crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you round the world,
Pink thing itll be ok.
If I could only wake you from your slumber curled,
Pink thing what would straight folks say?
That man isnt fit to enter heaven.
That man is a sinner,
Ever burning in disgrace.
Pink thing, spit in my face,
Id love you for it.
Anytime you call, Ill fall,
Into madness for you pink thing.
You make me want to live.
You make me want to die.
And when I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you to the girls,
Pink thing theyre a whole new tribe.
If you could only see the way the way the gingham swirls,
Pink thing its a whole new vibe.
That man isnt fit to be a father.
That man is a sinner,
fore they cast me down to die,
Pink thing, spit in my eye,
Id love you for it.
Yes, Id love you for it.
Anytime you rise, Im here,
And Im crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high.
I want to introduce you,
Take you to the brink thing.
I want to introduce you,
Tell me what you think thing. I want to introduce you,
Make that missing link thing.
Dont you think its time you met some female pink thing?
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
So why is it Im happy when theres tears down in your eye?
Little pink thing.

song performed by by Xtc
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Running All Night

I've been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And i'm thinking
What's this fox's game
To be honest, i was ready
To play that white witch's game
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When you're running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How i got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And i'm making out like a clown
Oh, she'll make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rock'n'rollin' ladies
Good life to the games you can't win
We'll drink right at my table
And we'll talk till it's time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only you'd show me a sign
And something says you're ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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You Needn't Switch Your Cookies

You needn't switch your cookies.
To offer them to someone else...
With a giving to me of a preferred substitute.
Your cookies are good...
But they have not seduced.

I was the first to taste the flavor to savor them.
Now you believe the chocolate in your cookies,
You can addict somebody else with to lick...
As you sit back to enjoy the doing.
Who came to turn up the heat in your oven?

My sensitive tongue is unlike any other!
And this you will discover...
When you realize this and come to your senses.
Only I supplied the ingredients you used,
To make your cookies taste as good as they do.

You needn't switch your cookies on me,
To offer them to someone else.
The whipping done on these you give,
With the added spice has been overdone.
And not as good to my tongue as the other ones.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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However, intention needn't enter in, and if a reader sees things in a religious way, and the work is dogmatically acceptable, then I don't see why it should not be interpreted in that way, as well as in others.

quote by James Schuyler
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The Hacking Song

Yes, it's tryin', Mrs Gudgits. Very tryin', as you say.
To 'ave a 'usban' on yer 'an's not only night but day.
An' so I can't go out with you, much as I wisht I could;
For me Jack is in there, gaspin' an' 'e's feelin' none too good.
With 'is ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' Lor! I bangs 'im on the back
An' 'e curses me a treat for my stoopidity.
''It a man,' 'e sez, 'wot's sick!' Oh 'is temper's awful quick,
An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.

Oh, I tries to in-ter-est 'im in the topics of the day,
An' I reads 'im from the noos wot Musserlini 'as to say
But 'e sez, 'If Musserlini 'ad me bronkil choobs an' chest,
'E'd 'ave somethink else to think about, an' give 'is was a rest.'
Then it's, ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' till 'is face is nearly black,
But 'e manidges to say, with much acidity,
'Blowin' peaceful blokes to death - 'Then 'e stops fer want a' breath.
An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.

Then I reads the weather forecask - all about the low an' 'igh,
An 'ow they sez most like the change is passin' Melbun by
But 'e ups an' calls 'em liars, an' 'e starts to rave an' curse.
Sez I read that bit a-purpis for to try an' make 'im worse.
Then it's ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' But, if I creeeps to the back,
'E recovers with remarkable rapidity.
An' 'e yells, ''Ere! where ya goin'? Don't you leave a man alone!'
An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.

Yes; a woman must 'ave patience, Mrs Gudgits, as you say.
An' I knows without your 'intin', mum, that it's my turn to pay.
So you needn't cast nasturtiums; very gladly would I shout,
But, with a 'usban' like 'e is - well, 'ow can I git out?
Listen: ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' Yeh needn't yell. I'm comin', Jack!
There, Mrs Gudgits. That's the chief awkwidity:
Day an' night I must stop in; an' I do so miss me gin
Not so much because of 'eat as this youmidity.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Childhood

I was unable to read and understand
What were papa up to and his stand?
When he will be angry or loose temper?
When he will embrace me or pamper?

I was feeling secure and happy as child
Mother was always very kind and mild
She looked to me as ocean of love
Ready with delicious food and serve

In her warmth I could feel bright day
She was almost there to show the way
She may forgo her comfort of sleep and say
I must be good boy and attention must pay

Her words are stored as unforgettable memory
When she is not seen around I feel so sorry
I search her here and there with utmost concern
So many things I had yet to follow and learn

Papa sometimes come heavily on me and scolds
Mother at the same time come and warmly holds
What a greatness to shower love with difference?
One must understand and draw lesson with inference

Papa seemed to me very harsh as head of family
He used to hold my hand firmly for mistakes silly
Mother may not interfere and make father angry
She may feed me with love when I felt hungry

Still I felt immense love for father
He was determined to take me further
He made me to look different from others
So I should be of my own and needn’t bother

As parent they taught me lesson with high morality
They did all they could do as per their ability
How to express why I hold then in high esteem? |
May be their intense love which to me possibly seem

Many children may not find situation like this
They might have lost parents and surely miss
Childhood is most important thing to cherish
Their sweet memories remain and don’t vanish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Running All Night (with The Lion)

Ive been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And Im thinking
Whats this foxs game
To be honest, I was ready
To play that white witchs game
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When youre running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How I got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And Im making out like a clown
Oh, shell make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rocknrollin ladies
Good life to the games you cant win
Well drink right at my table
And well talk till its time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only youd show me a sign
And something says youre ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Woman With You

She hit the door, 6:55
Sack full of grocries, split down the side
Can goods scatterd all the way to the curb
The look on her face saying don't say a word,
So its me and her and can of beans,
Sitting there on the front porch swing,
Western sky all turn'n red,
Head on my shoulder as she sighed and said,
I 've Been gophering, cheufering company chairman,
coffee maker , Copy repair man
any more there ain't nothing I swear man
That I don't do
I've been juggle'n, struggle'n close'n big deals
Dancin backwards in high heels
Just when it feels, that I can't make it though
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you
She said, the girl I was with a bussiness degree,
probably wouldn't recogonize me
I was going to bank I was going to run the mile
Now all I want to run is a bubble bath
Back then you know I had this plan
Before all this reality set in
here comes life boy ready or not
hey I wanted it all and thats what I got
I 've Been gophering, cheufering company chairman,
coffee maker , Copy repair man
any more there ain't nothing I swear man
That I don't do
I've been juggling, struggling close'n big deals
Dance'n backwards in high heels
Just when it feels, that I can't make it though
She said it sure is nice to just be the woman with you
The woman with you

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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