The Haunting Mystery of Kollihills(Hills of the Ghosts)
I sallied out for the first time in 1980
with my friend, skillful to cut jokes,
on a sinuous road with curves and bends
to Kollihills well known for herbs and rills.
When the bus rolled down a little
and crawled up on a hair-pin bend,
we were speechless with fear-laid eyes.
We were off the bus at noon
and looked at the way down
leading to the famous water-falls.
“ Shall I come with you? ”-a fair lady
of our age in a sable sari
and a bunch of jasmine on her head
asked and smiled at us.
We looked at each other and grinned:
“ Oh, you’re welcome”
We put on frills to our speech
and queried if she wasn’t feared.
Smiles were her silent answer.
“ There are no secure footholds,
you take my hand”, we both yelled
and stretched our hands in glee.
“ He is like your brother. Don’t worry.
Hasn’t your husband come? ”
Before I finished my words,
my well-built friend eyed me with shock
and gave of fraternal fumes.
But the charmer began to cry
and shed scalding tears.
I put a salve somehow on her hurt heart.
The precipices failed to alarm us
as we were sailing in the sky.
“Look! The monkeys screech”,
I tried to divert her mind.
But she never looked up at the trees.
We felt that our knees were breaking
and gasped for speech.
But she was hoping down with ease.
We’re thrilled by the shrill sounds of birds
but she had no ears for them.
When we got a peep at the falls
that was pouring down from sky high hills,
we cried cheers to all.
But she wasn’t stirred a bit.
My friend rushed to have a bath
And I let loose my flowery speech
but found hard to enter into
the sanctum of her heart.
“ You too go and come back soon.
I’ve to hurry up to meet my lover”,
when she spoke unfalteringly
I ran to dip and clean my mind.
When we were climbing up,
we worshipped an idol on the way,
but she kept away seeing somewhere.
“ Sister, you seem to be rational”,
when I blabbered slowly,
my friend bobbed his head
and whispered: “ You poor sap! ”.
For us, it was a long pull to the top of the hills,
but she wasn’t the least tired.
We called her to have some drinks.
She refused and sat on a rock.
We went and sipped some herbal drinks
and turned up soon to see the rock blank.
When we were looking here and there,
the shopkeeper smiled and said:
“ Oh, you search that lady,
you can’t find her again;
She came here a decade back with her lover
but she was left alone to roam here.
She appears here at noon to visit the falls,
but not found anywhere afterwards”.
We were shocked to hear his words
and sauntered towards the bus waiting.
When I visited again the Kollihills and falls
with new friends of new schools,
climbing down or up was easier for me,
for I was carrying her in my mind
till I left the mysterious hills,
where the souls of the sages of Siddha cult
said to be roaming to save people from the ghosts.
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Note: It is in Namakkal District, TamilNadu, India.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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You know Im not
Your lover now
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About the sky that falls on you
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Some Kind Of Friend
Music by Barry Manilow
Lyrics by Adrienne Anderson
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I saw you at the Beechwood Cafe
You looked at me and then you looked away
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
You said you had places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
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I never should have let you get to me
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That you found.
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Lady Luck
(cook/coverdale)
She was a juke-box dancer
A blue eyed gypsy queen
She always had an answer
For what shed done
And where shed been
A feathercane lady midnight
For all around to see
She spoke with words of wisdom
And this is what she said to me
Lady luck
Cmon give me what I want
Pull me up
Lady luck
If I see you again
I will call you my friend
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But then the lady came along
She stole my heart and turned me round
till I didnt know right from wrong
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Id never ever heard before
Golden words and silver tongue
Till I really couldnt take no more
Lady luck
Cmon give me what I want
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If I see you again
I will call you my friend
Cmon shake me
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I came across a friend today
It had been so long I didn’t know what to say.
The words seemed to escape my mind
For it had been such a long time.
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and how life was treating me.
Not wanting to tell her all I had been through
I said: fine! How about you?
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That I did not want to speak about.
She carefully chose her words, and told me
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And all the things that she had to do.
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And blame her husband, which wasn’t right.
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I found the bills so hard to meet
And that soon I would be in the street.
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And I couldn’t even buy a TVs. dinner.
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For I had been released of all my anguish and grief.
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I then heard music, and a voice so gently say.
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I did not understand just what he had meant
The only one I met was just an old friend.
The thought then entered my mind and I looked back to see.
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For that is where he wanted me to show that he cared.
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All About Two Friends
Two true friends they were.
A kite and a sparrow living in a tree.
They chit-chatted all day long
And forgot the rest of the world.
None an nothing could separate them
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The sparrow turned pale and looked at his friend, the kite.
The little man was looking into a foliage now.
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The kite flew off unto the skies infinite next.
He and his late friends were two true friends.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Still Smiling........
Smiled When Mother Took Me Into Her Arms For The First Time,
Smiled When Saw World Outside The Hospital For The First Time,
Smiled Whenever Went To School,
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Bridge Over Troubled Water
(words & music by paul simon)
When youre weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all
Im on your site, oh, when times get rough
And friends just cant be found
Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will lay me down,
Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When youre down and out, when youre on the streets
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
Ill take your part when the darkness falls and pain is all around
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
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Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
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All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
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Im sailing right behind
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
I, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will easy your mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Double
Everyone has a double
at least that is what they say.
I am beginning to believe it
after what happened yesterday.
My wife and I went shopping
and to the checkout, we went.
Then I stopped and felt hesitant,
the cashier, a young girl looked familiar,
but it couldn’t be,
for who she looked like lived thousands of miles away.
Everything about her
from the style of her hair
and the glasses she wore,
even the way she smiled
looked the spitting image of a friend I speak to on the internet.
The resemblance was uncanny
and I almost called her by friends name.
She made me take a second glance
to make sure.
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she was younger than she,
but she certainly looked like her.
When they say now everyone has a double,
here is one now that believes.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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A Hick Picked up by a Pig
He recited the lines of love-scenes of Shakespeare
and she got elated and called him often for chatting.
He sang a heart-moving melody
and she praised him with all the words she knew.
He blabbed all the details of his family
but she was cagey in divulging her secrets.
She looked at his palm as a palmist did
and amazed at his strong, lengthy fingers.
He would primp himself before meeting her,
carrying a bag full of biscuits and fruits
which he didn't buy even for his children.
He wrote sonnets about his longing heart
and she thanked him for her being the heroine
of his poems as the dark lady of Shakespeare.
When he stretched his hand to pull her,
She hopped off and evaded his touch.
' Doesn't my heart have a nice embrace of yours? '
he asked her with his begging eyes.
' You will poach my heart first and then my body
feigning you are in love with me', she said biting her teeth.
' Citing the hills, seas and the sky, I promise you, I love you'.
Before he finished saying, she blared out:
' I can't give space in this little heart for all those I meet.
I have already sold it to someone. Waiting long for him'
With needless grief, and hanging head,
his body gave company to his heart in its walk-out.
When he narrated this tale to his friend,
' Don't talk of that beast cheated me last year',
he said and puffed his cigar.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Old Shep
(clyde red foley, willis arthur)
When I was a lad and old shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows wed stray.
Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun,
We grew up together that way.
I remember the time by the old swimming hole
When I wouldve drowned beyond doubt.
But old shep was right there, to the rescue he came,
He jumped in and helped pull me out.
Well, the years passed and rolled and old shep, he grew old,
His eyes they were fast growing dim.
Then one day the doctor looked at me and said,
i cant do no more for him, jim.
With hands that were tremblin, I picked up my gun,
I aimed it at sheps faithful head.
But I just couldnt do it, I wanted to run,
I wished they would shoot me instead.
Well, he crawled to my side and he looked up at me,
He laid his old head on my knee.
Id lost the best friend that a boy ever had,
I cried so I scarcely could see.
Well, old shep he is gone where the good doggies go,
No more with old shep will I roam.
But if dogs have a heaven, well theres one thing I know,
Old shep has a wonderful home.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Hard Scrabble Bubble Gum
Her face was hard
and it had marks on it
and she was smoking her cigarette
when I walked in
to use the John;
she yelled out at me
''You, going up to the casinos
'are ya? '
I said 'Yes
have to use the john.'
'You probably rich,
buy me a drink why don't ya? '
I said 'sure, when I come back'
I came back to stand up
cowboy style
along side her
at the bar
and she started talking to me
like I was her best friend.
'These gents in here don't
don't appreciate a lady
like your self
and they sure as hell
don't by drinks.'
Her voice was hard
as below-the-seat bubble-gum
with a hard scrabble tone
above a hacking cough.
'I was married once
but he couldn't handle the ride;
needed me a real man
and he got all upset-
started to hit me.
It was plain to see he wasn't right
in the head;
wanted all the time to be lovey dovey after.
Hell a man
I always say
have to be 6 feet tall
to take a ride on me.
He wasn't
and ran off with the carnival
that come through town.
How about another one?
Will, come on over here
the lady is buying drinks.'
Willie smiled a single tooth..
'Thanks' he said.
She kept the conversation going.
'People look at me
and they think
what happened to her?
Life is what happened to me.
Life is what happened to me.
Made bad decisions
never got out of this town
stayed too long
and now I ain't fit to live
no where else 'ceptin' here.
A misfit
living among all the other misfits
around here.
We all misfittin' together.'
'Gotta go' I said.
'One more? 'she said.
I drove away
thinking
how much of life
is random luck
good and bad
choices
and circumstance.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The next to last pew
An old man was at church last Sunday
He sat in the next to last pew
I slid into the seat right next to him
And gave a him a friendly “hi-dee-do”
He gave me a nod with his time worn brow
Then swiveled his head all around
While his gaze sized up the parishioners
His ears seemed to soak up their sound
His sad gaze seemed to pick out each person
One by one, as he seemed to stare into their soul
To some he nodded, in an approving way
While to others his look was ice cold
I asked if he was a member of this church
I said I wasn’t familiar with him, was he new?
He smiled a soft smile and shook his head no
Said “I’m here most of the time…
here in this next to last pew”
I said “what do you think of our little church”
He rubbed his hands through his hair of silver grey
Looked deep in my eyes and gave a soft, sad sigh
And said “you may not like what I have to say”
He said “ Son, I can see into the soul of these people
And to you, what I say is on the level”
That Most are fools in the eyes of the Lord
The rest are pawns in the hands of the devil
I looked all around at my fellow church-goers
Of whom he spoke, I knew of more than a few
And when I turned back to allow “that could be so”
I was all alone in the next to last pew!
poem by David Whalen
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A Spot of Waterfalls (Thalakone-Andhra State, India)
On the rear side of the
Seven Hills off Tirupathi,
a silver cascade of
chill herbal water
rains from the top
moving to and fro
from left to right
for some twenty feet.
How this happens,
no one gives answers!
The weak and old can bathe
in the pond formed
beside the causeway.
Once you reach the slippy
spot of water-falls,
you will rush to sit
on the rock and say bye
to sly thoughts in mind.
Don't cavort or else
you will plumb the depths.
All of you shout with glee
for the gloom in minds to flee.
Don't cast your eyes on the girls
but fail not to see the colours
of the rays refracting
through the drizzles of water.
No where you can enjoy
the comfort of bathing there
in a hot after noon
in a sparse crowd of visitors.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I Don't Want A Lover (2001 Mix)
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
You can just leave me
To face life on my own
I know you don't love me no more
I knew this day it would come
Even when it cuts so deep
It's true I still want you
But the harder I try
The more I seem to lose
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
I've had time to recover
Now that I know it wasn't love
It's always a different story
When it's me who's in the wrong
But you can't have it all
Cause I'm the one who's strong
I've already been burnt before
Once but never again
I know the time will come
That's when you'll need me then
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
I've had time to recover
Now that I know it wasn't love
I don't want a lover
I just need a prayer
I know you never cared
Now that I know it wasn't love
You don't even care
About what I'm saying
You don't even think
What you're doing
All you see is what you want it to be
But in there there's just no room for me
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
I've had time to recover
Now that I know it wasn't love
You don't even care
About what I'm saying
You don't even think
What you're doing
All you see is what you want it to be
There's just no room in there for me
I don't want a lover
I just need a friend
I've had time to recover
Now that I know it wasn't love
I don't want a lover
I just need a prayer
I know you never cared
Now that I know it wasn't love
song performed by by Texas
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a FRIEND THAT IS UNIQUE
a FRIEND THAT IS UNIQUE
A FRIEND THAT IS ONE OF A KIND
A FRIEND THAT IS PERFECT
A TYPE OF FRIEND WHO IS HARD TO FIND
A FRIEND THAT IS SWEET
A FRIEND THAT IS PERPETUALLY FAIR
A FRIEND THAT YOU KNOW
WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
A FRIEND WITH AN AMAZING SPIRIT
A FRIEND WITH A STRIKING HEART
A FRIEND THAT IS TRUSTWORTHY
A FRIEND THAT IS SMART
A FRIEND THAT ASSUAGES YOUR PAIN
A FRIEND THAT CAN DRY YOUR TEARS
A FRIEND WITH UNRESTRICTED LOVE
A FRIEND THAT CAN ALLEVIATE YOUR FEARS
THE FRIEND THAT IS PERFECT
THE ONE THAT YOU ARE SHOCKED TO FIND
THAT THEY ARE THE ONE
THAT LEFT YOU BEHIND
poem by Jacob Hill
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In The Swimming Pool In The Park
Your sister called her
the girl in the red beret
and there she was
in the outdoor
swimming pool
in the park
her gran sitting
in the stands knitting
and Janice saw you
and said
Fancy seeing you here
can you swim?
You stood
in the shallow end
of the pool
in your blue trunks
looking at her wet fair hair
clinging to her body
and her eyes bright
in the sun's afternoon light
No not so far
you replied
I can
she said shaking water
from her hair and head
I can swim the length
and back almost
you looked over
at Jimmy in the pool
talking to friends
she touched your hand
and said
I can show you
how to swim
and she smiled
and you felt her hand
on yours and hoped
Jimmy wasn't looking
seeing her touch you
Maybe another time
you said
pulling your hand away
and plunging it
into the water
I've got to go
you said
my friends
are waiting for me
and she looked at you
her eyes now sad
and she said softly
No stay with me
I like it
when you are near me
and she stood there
in her pink swimsuit
her hair sticking
to her face
her eyes watery and blue
and gazing hopefully
(the noise and laughter
from the pool
momentarily shut off)
at seven year old you.
poem by Terry Collett
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In some fields of grass under the hills (sestina)
This afternoon the peaks throw a big shade
with the black cliffs shining up on the hills,
while we lay together in the long grass,
I look in your eyes that are amber-green
while under my head there is a small stone
and you smile at me like the prettiest lady.
I had once known another charming lady;
that part of my life is now left in shade,
bad churchmen were casting stone upon stone,
while I had to flee from them to the hills
to pastures were everything is green
to find the Lord in divine fields of grass.
Under your head there is a crown of grass
and your mother is a gracious, kind lady,
around us everything is lovely green
while we are still resting in the cool shade,
we are softly chatting about life’s hills,
about walls of very hard granite stone.
Your eyes are much brighter than emerald stone
while all of your words are softer than grass,
reaching higher and beyond all the hills,
the high mountain which is dangerous lady,
while from our pain nothing gives any shade,
nowhere is a place of rest that is green.
Your summer dress is lovely, is bright green,
suddenly all our ails have turned to stone
I follow you further; see your small shade,
I am seen as one that woos any lady,
we walk past some flowers growing in grass,
climbing up higher into the foothills.
Bright streams are splashing down some of the hills,
with water transparent, sometimes cold and green,
love and lust burns like in a youthful lady
while I at that moment feel cold as stone,
we notice a deer feeding on lone grass
while our garments lie under a tree’s shade.
Far into the hills you want love till dusk’s shade,
where you peep like some green moss from the grass,
are tossing me with a stone like no lady.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sombody's Soldier
The thoughts of you are in my head, like the blood in my veins.
They each go through my body, bringing back memories that hurt.
I can see your face and it brings tears to my eyes.
I never got the chance to tell you how much you mean to me.
You died before I could kiss your hand goodbye.
You were somebody’s son, somebody’s brother.
You were somebody’s soldier.
Even though you’re gone, your team can feel you guiding them.
They feel your heart beat with them.
They came with you on the plane ride back, and they thank you.
If it wasn’t for you they’d be joining you, but you saved them.
You’re the one who sacrificed everything to keep them alive.
You were somebody’s general, you were somebody’s captain.
You were somebody’s soldier.
Everyone is gathering around to bid you goodbye forever.
Tears streaming down their faces, and down mine.
They’re sad that they have to say goodbye, and so am I.
It’s hard to say that you’re never coming home.
You were somebody’s husband, somebody’s father.
You were somebody’s soldier.
Everyday after school, I will come and visit you.
I know that I will never see you again.
I know that I will never be able to hug you once more.
I’ve wished so many times for this to be a dream, but I know that it isn’t.
You were somebody’s best friend, somebody’s neighbour.
You were somebody’s soldier.
A million words can’t bring you back, I know because I’ve tried.
Neither would a million tears, I know because I’ve cried.
You were somebody’s hero, somebody’s idol.
You were my soldier.
poem by Nikita Poffley
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Answered Prayer
i said a love prayer, but no one was there to hear
so i climbed into my bed
just so that i could rest my aching head.
i fell asleep right away
and flashes of love in my mind did play.
i saw a figure floating down to me
my eyes strained hard so that i could see.
the most beautiful sight i had ever saw
was knocking at my hearts door.
she said: you have asked for love in prayer
and you will get it- this i swear.
this love that you seek
you will see in a week.
i responded: are you an angel?
she smiled and said: how did you know!
she touched her back and
out sprouted her wings.
my eyes began to flutter
my heart began to sing.
for i had finally found
the perfect everything.
i awoke that morning wide eyed and refreshed.
and feeling at my very best.
it was sunday so to church i would go.
the church bell rang and we started inside
when i felt someone bump me on my side.
as i turned- there she was
the angel that came from above.
'i'm sorry' she said and gave me a smile.
now you can guess how this story ends.
she became my lover, confidant, wife and friend.
poem by Louis Rams
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If You're My Friend
If you are my friend why have you not spoken the words?
If you are my friend why have you turned and walked away?
If you are my friend why have you taken the other side?
If you are my friend why have you insulted me?
If I am your friend treat me with some respect.
If you are my friend then don’t ignore me.
If you are my friend then don’t laugh at my falls.
If you are my friend then don’t humiliate me.
If I am your friend, I can’t be your stupid pet!
If I am your friend show it!
If you’re my friend state it,
With all of the warmth, and meaning
Like a true friend of mine would.
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poem by Wade Blade
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