Doe & Fawn
Spotted fawn on gangly legs
Born in the night, on forest floor
With silent bleat for milk he begs
Rite enacted untold times before
(To all the deer that live around our home)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Spam & Eggs
Hobo stands in rain, on bandy legs
Singin “Hoover days are here again”
Begs just enough, for Spam & eggs
This sad and broken businessman
(Taxes not enough, they plundered savings and 401k’s)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Creatures Of The Night
Sigh like her long legs reaching for the river
Longing to know righteousness
Longing for jewels of the deep sleep
Taken from the side of morning
Taken from earth filled with stars
Deer walk to the fields
The moon rises with grace
Geese in the shadows of spring
Your fingernails are red like fire
Your voice like the call of fire
The bass plays like a mantra
Guitars born in the sun
The moon out my window
Let the drums be an army
Let the night flow like a lover
She makes my teeth chatter
Her sweetness like a wet forest
Everything bathed in moonlight
Ye creatures of the night come out
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Blood On The Floor
Written by jeremy spencer.
Well goodbye world
Its sad but true
Got a date with the hangman
I have to leave you
I shot my darlin
Three times of more
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
The nights are so lonely
The days are so long
Im in the jailhouse
Cause they say Ive done wrong
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor (blood on the floor)
Well I came home one night
She were lyin,
With her legs around
Another mans bod
She saw me, stared laughin
But she cried, when she saw my gun
Goodbye world
I guess we must part
Theyre taking my life
Cause I shot my sweetheart
I dont say Im sorry
I just say Im sore
The reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is blood on the floor
Oh the reason Im goin
Is the blood on the floor
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Right is in succession
If I took no milk
Or over ate cream
You became irritant.
When I pestered you in bed
You yelled me to exit and
When I played truant
You pulled me in.
Whether I broke the wares
Or my legs, you beat me up.
It was the case when
I spilt the ink or split the cloth.
For all you enacted
I hated you, mother,
I hated you. Alas!
The time I know you were right
I already have a child to hate me
For what I do him as right.
19.07.96
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lyric four bulls
Woman walked in forest alone
Met man
Man aroused appetite for her
Man ran and knocked his head on tree
Tail grew out
Hairy jaw grew in mouth
Hind legs grew
Man metamorphosed because was
Lion cannibal
Tried to attack man
Woman asked cannibal
‘’where’re your four
red and white bulls’’
‘’Do you know them’’
‘’Yes, you sing their
Oldest lyric’’
Cannibal laughed
In hoarse voice
Sang,
‘’One red and white spotted bull is sold
One red and white bull spotted is stolen
One red and white spotted bull is swallowed
One red and white spotted bull is scattered
On earth, scattered on earth, on earth, on earth……………….., cannibal sang tune of ‘’scattered on earth’’ happily for long and until
He napped and woman disappeared.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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The White-Footed Deer
It was a hundred years ago,
When, by the woodland ways,
The traveller saw the wild deer drink,
Or crop the birchen sprays.
Beneath a hill, whose rocky side
O'erbrowed a grassy mead,
And fenced a cottage from the wind,
A deer was wont to feed.
She only came when on the cliffs
The evening moonlight lay,
And no man knew the secret haunts
In which she walked by day.
White were her feet, her forehead showed
A spot of silvery white,
That seemed to glimmer like a star
In autumn's hazy night.
And here, when sang the whippoorwill,
She cropped the sprouting leaves,
And here her rustling steps were heard
On still October eves.
But when the broad midsummer moon
Rose o'er that grassy lawn,
Beside the silver-footed deer
There grazed a spotted fawn.
The cottage dame forbade her son
To aim the rifle here;
'It were a sin,' she said, 'to harm
Or fright that friendly deer.
'This spot has been my pleasant home
Ten peaceful years and more;
And ever, when the moonlight shines,
She feeds before our door.
'The red men say that here she walked
A thousand moons ago;
They never raise the war-whoop here,
And never twang the bow.
'I love to watch her as she feeds,
And think that all is well
While such a gentle creature haunts
The place in which we dwell.'
The youth obeyed, and sought for game
In forests far away,
Where, deep in silence and in moss,
The ancient woodland lay.
But once, in autumn's golden time,
He ranged the wild in vain,
Nor roused the pheasant nor the deer,
And wandered home again.
The crescent moon and crimson eve
Shone with a mingling light;
The deer, upon the grassy mead,
Was feeding full in sight.
He raised the rifle to his eye,
And from the cliffs around
A sudden echo, shrill and sharp,
Gave back its deadly sound.
Away into the neighbouring wood
The startled creature flew,
And crimson drops at morning lay
Amid the glimmering dew.
Next evening shone the waxing moon
As sweetly as before;
The deer upon the grassy mead
Was seen again no more.
But ere that crescent moon was old,
By night the red men came,
And burnt the cottage to the ground,
And slew the youth and dame.
Now woods have overgrown the mead,
And hid the cliffs from sight;
There shrieks the hovering hawk at noon,
And prowls the fox at night.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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A Horse For Dinner
A horse A horse
My kingdom for a horse,
A horse A horse
For the main course
Muscles of might
Pulled so tight,
A body of organs
All for a meal
Why a horse?
Why not a deer?
A horse does the work,
A deer will just peer
A horse is strong
a deer has no uses,
so there for a deer
suffers the abuses
Condemned is a deer
as from the day it's born,
until the day it dies
and its meaty flesh torn
So why a horse
if a deer has no uses?
because I am a man
Who too, has suffered too many abuses
poem by John McAdam
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He Was Splashed
Before even he got splashed,
Our father had forbiden him from
All his fishing movement
He had made it clear
Like one with continuous fear
That his enemies might sink him in
That long-grassed river where
Hipoppotamers and crocodiles
Hunt and swimed daily
Dangerous was the river
He could not surrender, however
Because he always said that
Life without fishing
Was like putting
Water in a holed-jug.
Also, he did like the way
Fishes wiggled in the waters
He would say.
One glare hot summer,
One day in that summer,
Splashed, my brother was
For he came home late-
Around eight PM,
And our father had been
Hunting him all day-long
The small yellow-spotted fishes,
Our father threw-in the air
Like one who wasn't a dear
Next, his arm, he grabed and
Led him in the room that
He had arranged so well and
Put a pink pants-belt.
After, the laughter I could hear
So well I could hear,
And our mother's too, I could hear
But, hers was a mear one
That sounded like one'spity
Next morning after-while I swept the floor,
Shoked, I was
Seeing white milk that spotted the floor
And designs that snaked my brother,
Made my heart leap with joy
And that'show I knew the truth that
He was really splashed.
poem by Mariechantal Tuyisabe
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Silent Night (feat. Cormac Breatnach & Martin Dunlea)
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Down 'n Brown in Darwin
Fil's birthday being early May
She threw an Easter party.
Everyone brought eggs.
The power went off,
The chocolate soft,
Dali-ed in its foil.
It flowed across the lino floor,
No-one could keep their legs.
'Down South will laugh out loud for sure.
Take photos, please! ' Fil begs.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Romance
MY Love dwelt in a Northern land.
A gray tower in a forest green
Was hers, and far on either hand
The long wash of the waves was seen,
And leagues on leagues of yellow sand,
The woven forest boughs between!
And through the silver Northern night
The sunset slowly died away,
And herds of strange deer, lily-white,
Stole forth among the branches gray;
About the coming of the light,
They fled like ghosts before the day!
I know not if the forest green
Still girdles round that castle gray;
I know not if the boughs between
The white deer vanish ere the day;
Above my Love the grass is green,
My heart is colder than the clay!
poem by Andrew Lang
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When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
When the cows come home the milk is coming,
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
Duck and drake on the rushy lake,
And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;
And timid, funny, brisk little bunny,
Winks his nose and sits all sunny.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Young Man
Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
People say with age there comes experience
But as soon as you are born you start to die
Older men are chosen to speak wisely
But call the child to the sacrificial rite
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
The fire bombs in distant lands are burning
Jarring every synapse in your soul
Life and death are a meaningless profession
Tomorrow brings a horror yet untold
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
Young man!
Young man!
Come home my son
We'll give you a rest
Welcome my son
We'll give you the best
Time's stowaway
The young man
Short are the days
Of the young man
Young man!
Young man!
song performed by by Styx
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Legs
She's got legs,
she knows how to use them.
She never begs,
she knows how to choose them.
She's holding legs,
wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them,
if you could only find them?
She's my baby,
she's my baby.
It's alright,
it's alright,
it's alright,
alright.
She's got hair down to her fanny.
She's kinda jet set,
try undo her panties.
Everytime she's dancing;
she knows what to do.
Everybody wants to see,
to see if she can use it.
She's so fine,
she's all mine.
You've got it right,
so right,
you got right.
She's got legs,
she knows how to use them.
She never fakes,
she knows how to choose them.
She's got a dime, all of the time.
Stays out at night moving... through time
Oh I want her,
so i've got to have her
That girl's alright,
She's alright,
She's alright,
right, right, right.
song performed by by Kid Rock
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From the Forest
In another moment
it will all be over.
On this winter night
her breast will slip
from her blouse
like a fawn, in spring,
from the forest.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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How Many Times Have You Kissed The Earth?
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
And wished it peace?
When you last walked quietly in the forest...
Did you connect with the trees?
Or communicated in silent meditation.
Were you there wanting nature to be pleased?
And you desired to prove you could do it!
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
If you fed on me.
Sat and complained...
Like you do.
And not expressed a gratefulness?
And...
I am here showing and giving my support to you too?
Which one of us do you think,
Would be better off if left to live independently?
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
And wished it peace?
When you last walked quietly in the forest...
Did you connect with the trees?
Or communicated in silent meditation.
Were you there wanting nature to be pleased?
And you desired to prove you could do it!
How many times have you kissed the Earth?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silent Night
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight.
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia,
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
Son of God love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus Lord, at Thy birth.
Silent night, holy night!
Silent night, holy night!
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Clock-O'-Clay
In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,
Waiting for the time o' day.
While the forest quakes surprise,
And the wild wind sobs and sighs,
My home rocks as like to fall,
On its pillar green and tall;
When the pattering rain drives by
Clock-o'-clay keeps warm and dry.
Day by day and night by night,
All the week I hide from sight;
In the cowslip pips I lie,
In the rain still warm and dry;
Day and night and night and day,
Red, black-spotted clock-o'-clay.
My home shakes in wind and showers,
Pale green pillar topped with flowers,
Bending at the wild wind's breath,
Till I touch the grass beneath;
Here I live, lone clock-o'-clay,
Watching for the time of day.
poem by John Clare
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The sheep that bleat the most give the least milk.
Silent Scream
A keen axe the woodsman did heft;
The tree he struck let out a silent scream
Stunned...the woodsman stood bereft
After the woeful cry in his lucid dream
Woodsman said, "I'll Leave the tree alive n' whole"
Whilst the silent scream still echoed in his head
He understood, all living things have a soul,
And only blind men see everything as dead
The woodsman now saw all life with new eyes
Content was he to know that no-thing ever dies
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poem by Ray Lucero
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