A Saying....
to be somebody
he says
you must last, do not just fleet,
and fret and
when things get rough and
thorny
just hang in there
like a vine
on the iron grills
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dog That Is On Heat
you cannot leash a dog that is on heat
that would be a lot of trouble
that bitch will bark the whole night long
as though telling the world that you are killing it
you cannot keep it inside your room
it is spreading its scent across the road
and all the males of the neighborhood are sensing
waiting outside the fence
of iron grills
the dog bites the door and so you open it
it slips its body on the iron grills of the fence
and there she gets her own taste of life
surrounded by all the barking males
causing war among themselves
causing so much stir in the neighborhood
as though she is the Helen of Troy
that bitch dog of yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rosemary
For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.
For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
On an iron crane.
Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
"An it please you, gentle sirs,"
"Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Dont You Fret
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there
Ill be there to hold your hand.
Ill be there to see the sunrise,
As it lightens up the sky.
Dont you fret, now, Ill be there,
Ill be there to put you right.
Ill be there to hold you tightly,
When the sun goes down at night.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Dont you fret, dont you fret,
Ill come home to you again.
Make a brand new pot of tea,
Make my favorite kind of dish.
Do the things that I remember,
Thatll make my dearest wish.
I cant wait until the day,
Ill come home to you again.
For my love wont ever fade,
I will always feel the same.
So dont you fret love,
Dont you fret love, no more.
Dont you fret love, no more.
song performed by by Kinks
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Panic
Panic on the streets of london
Panic on the streets of birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the grasmere
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of carlisle
Dublin, dundee, humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music they constantly play
On the leeds side-streets that you slip down
Or provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Hang-over
between us is
a fence
a set of painted
iron grills
we greet each other
today
a formal good morning
i sit on a garden
chair
sipping coffee
and you on the other
side is
having a booze
of your life
a mixed concoction
of gin, lemon,
rum, (i do not mind
what you are
saying)
again i am engrossed
inside an
idea
which is a little bit
vague
last night.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Rough Housin'
Gettin' loose at the corner joint
That's all we had to do
I said baby, when you cross that floor
I sense trouble in the room
And we were rough housin'
Seemed the thing to do
We were rough housin'
Different points of view
Fancy free, lookin' hot and lean
Most any man's desire
I said baby, when you looked my way
You know you set my blood on fire
And we were rough housin'
On account of you
We were rough housin'
We were fightin' fools
Satisfaction guaranteed
That's the kind of man I am
I said baby, won't you pardon me
But I hope you'll understand
'Cause we'll be rough housin'
Seemed the thing to do
We'll be rough housin'
Different points of view
Yeah, we'll be rough housin'
On account of you
We'll be rough housin'
We were fightin' fools
Rough housin', rough housin'
We'll be rough housin'
Rough housin', rough housin', rough housin'
We'll be rough housin'
Rough housin', rough housin', rough housin',
We'll be rough housin'
~Don Barnes/Larry Steele/Donnie Van Zant
song performed by by 38 Special
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Long Ago
De ol' time's gone, de new time's hyeah
Wid all hits fuss an' feddahs;
I done fu'got de joy an' cheah
We knowed all kin's o' weddahs,
I done fu'got each ol'-time hymn
We ust to sing in meetin';
I 's leahned de prah's, so neat an' trim,
De preachah keeps us 'peatin'.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,
An' one by de cabin do';
An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
De day of long ergo.
My youf, hit's gone, yes, long ergo,
An' yit I ain't a-moanin';
Hit 's fu' somet'ings I ust to know
I set to-night a-honin'.
De pallet on de ol' plank flo',
De rain bar'l und' de eaves,
De live oak 'fo' de cabin do',
Whaih de night dove comes an' grieves.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,
An' one by de cabin do';
An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
De day of long ergo.
I 'd lak a few ol' frien's to-night
To come an' set wid me;
An' let me feel dat ol' delight
I ust to in dey glee.
But hyeah we is, my pipe an' me,
Wid no one else erbout;
We bofe is choked ez choked kin be,
An' bofe 'll soon go out.
Hang a vine by de chimney side,
An' one by de cabin do';
An' sing a song fu' de day dat died,
De day of long ergo.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Hang On Your IQ
Chinese masseuse,
comes between us talks in haikus,
plastic venus.
Got a headrush,
in her pocket two rubbers two lubes,
and a silver rocket.
Hang on,
hang onto your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Every morning,
my eyes will open wide I gotta get high,
before I go outside.
Roll another,
for breakfast burning clouds around,
and in my solar plexus.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Legs eleven,
makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back,
and now it's 88.
I'm a fool,
whose tool is small it's so miniscule,
it's no tool at all.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on I'm lonely Oh
song performed by by Placebo
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At The Wildlife Park
the monkeys stare at us
and so are the cockatoos
the alligators the porcupines
the boas and cobras
they're all named, numbered
and confined in their cells
others in glass others in iron grills
they're all for open view
of course for a fee to maintain
the park and the man made wildlife
sometimes i ask myself
they are but prisoners
on what charge? upon whose
complaint? what penalties?
when will their incarceration end?
what is the justification of their capture?
oh i see, just for our pleasure.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hang Wire
Theyre going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your heads a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
Ill bossanova with ya
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire?
song performed by by Pixies
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There's no iron so hard that rust won't fret it; and there's no cloth so fine that moths won't eat it.
All I Am
I am a canary trapped in a cage.
I am the words not on a page.
I am the body showing its age.
I should not fret. It's just a stage.
I am the leafless tree in the fall.
I am the Cinderella left at the Ball.
I am the echo that's lost its call.
I should not fret. I've seen it all.
I am the desert without any rain.
I am the soul that feels your pain.
I am the thoughts I can't explain.
I should not fret or ever complain.
I am the wind that has no sound.
I am the fish afraid to drown.
I am the lover waiting to be found.
I should not fret. I'm still around.
I am.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Fire Escape
imagine
one night
when you are
alone
inside a room
with windows
secured with
iron grills
the fire starts
from that only
door and there is
no other exit
imagine that
electricity is cut
the smoke
enters your room
crawling on the
floor
you panic
and you do not remember
where escape is
where to find again
the entrance to the
next life
blame yourself
how you hated the thief
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hang On
Let the tempest and the flood
Shake your soul and spill your blood
Like an old song
Keep hold'n on
Let the people laugh at you
Call you names and say you're through
Never let go
Keep hangin' on
Hang on, hang on
Can you hear me,
I'm gonna say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no, never giving in
Hang on every hopeful word
Even when it seems absurd
Keep holdin' on
If you triumph when you fail
Keep your head when you prevail
Be a hero
Keep hangin' around
Hang on, hang on
Are you listening,
Let me say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no,
Never giving in
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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The White Triangular Iron Grills Fronting The Burnt House
the safety you planned
did not work out
outside the danger
did not come
between the two worlds
separated by iron grills
you thought that nothing
evil comes your way
you have not anticipated
that the monster was inside
it spurted the gas
and the flint caught it
and the tongue of fire
came out licking everything
you own burning everything
you stored for the future
dreams and all
and fantasies and hopes
now everything is gone
what is left is the charred bone
a broken Achilles' heel
smothered face
and a twisted view
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hang
She grabs her magazines
She packs her things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all
Her notes and she knows, shes been here too few years
To feel this old
He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside til its gone
If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldnt be alone
He knows, shes been here too few years to be gone
And we always say, it would be good to go away someday
But if theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
The trouble understand, is she got reasons he dont
Funny how I couldnt see it at all
til she grabbed up her coat
And she goes, shes been here too few years to take it all in stride
But still its much too long, to let hurt go(you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
The same for you
Ill always hang
Well I always say, it would be good to go away
But if things dont work out like we think
And theres nothing there to ease this ache
But if theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Hang
She grabs her magazines
She packs her things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all
Her notes and she knows, shes been here too few years
To feel this old
He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside til its gone
If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldnt be alone
He knows, shes been here too few years, to be gone
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
The trouble understand, is she got reasons he dont
Funny how he couldnt see at all, til she
Grabbed up her coat
And she goes, shes been here too few years to take it all in stride
But still its much too long, to let the hurt go (you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
The same for you
Ill always hang
Well I always say, it would be good to go
Away
But if things dont work out like we think
And theres nothing here to ease the ache
But it theres nothing there to make things change
If its the same for you Ill just hang
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Back To You
if you're a vine, then climb
don't cling
if you're a pebble, don't shout
it is too unlikely of you
if you're a tiger, roar
if you're a lion, kill
the deer,
if you're a bird, by all means
fly
if you're the sea, keep this
width and make the storms
if you're the sky, keep
the space and hang the stars
and give way for the moon
if you're the night be dark
if you're the day, shine brightly
with the sun
keep things true to thy nature
be
there is no need to be anybody
just be yourself
now wake up, and write.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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