Your visit a balm
You came to me in cotton saree
Knowing that I like you in cotton.
You came to me in new drape
Willing that I should see you in it.
You came to me as I wanted,
Hiding not your guarded curiosity.
The only thing I missed to note
Is you came without the gifted studs,
With which you appeared last.
You are fulfilling the promise
Of presenting yourself as full moon
Once a month, last three months.
You are worth getting any gifts
But the hitch is how you would keep them
From the sight of your spouse,
Which puts me in back seat.
I wait for your call the way the pet
Looks at her master. Invent a way.
30.03.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Aish is all graceful
Be in ultra modern jeans, with hair cropped,
Be in curves with a bikini, with hair cascading,
Be in swimming suit, with hair dripping,
Be in top and middy, with hair thrown back,
Be in velvet chudidhar, with hair hiding the cheeks,
Be in saree and blouse, with hair loosely knotted,
Be with chemise on breasts, with hair permed and ornamented,
Be on cotton saree, with hair made to bun,
Be in half saree and blouse, with hair tightly plaited,
Or be in any fashion that comes into being,
The actress Aish is blooming and beaming,
What not is the fashion or style for Aish, all the grace?
19.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Taste waxes and wanes
A full moon strikes you
But it will wane soon.
A new moon is out of sight
But it will wax later.
The cute turned wearied
And the mute, agreeable
When they are constantly
Presented to men folks.
24.03.2000, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cotton Jenny
Theres a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
Theres no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh cotton jennys her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
When the new day begins
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh cotton jenny Im sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
In the hot, sickly south
When they say well shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got whats mine
Shes a soft southern flame
Oh cotton jennys her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Cotton Candy
You feel like a cotton glove?
A roaming of which my hands love.
Soft and smooth your skin
Outside and in
Sweet...
You smell of honey
Being harvest out of play
You become
A different flower
Each and every day
I slowly confess to you
My love...
As I walk gracefully
Upon your maze.
If a cotton thorn be found
I lovingly gaze
Which it is mentally...removed
A pure cotton body
To me you are
Not a flaw in sight.
I go on with my harvest
Through the night.
Dew upon the cotton
Sparkles of which are who?
Spun into candy...
I lovingly devour you.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Cotton Fields
Chorus1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
Chorus2:
It was down in louisiana,
Just about a mile from texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus3:
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You cant pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
Chorus3
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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High Cotton
High cotton
Written by roger murrah and scott anders
We didnt know that times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
It didnt seem like things were all that bad
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Chopin cotton and pushin plows
And learnin how to give it all we had.
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddys eyes
And felt - the love in mamas hands
They kept us warm and kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now lookin back, I understand.
Chorus:
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
When sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up in hand-me downs
Just in time, together with the church
Sometimes I think how long its been
And how it impressed me then
It was the only day my daddy wouldnt work.
Chorus x2
We were walkin in high cotton.
song performed by by Alabama
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Underneath The Harlem Moon
Creole ladies walk along with rhythm in their thighs
Rhythm in their feet and in their lips and in their eyes,
Where do highbrows find the kind of love that satisfies?
Underneath the harlem moon!
Theres no fields of cotton; picking cotton is taboo;
They dont live in cabins like the old folks used to do.
Their cabin is a penthouse up on lennox avenue,
Underneath that harlem moon!
Why, they just live on dancing,
Theyre never blue or forlorn,
cause it aint no sin to laugh and grin;
Thats why darkies were born.
Oh, they shout, hallelujah! every time theyre feeling low;
Every sheik is dressed up like a georgia gigolo,
You may call it madness but they call it hi-de-ho,
Underneath the harlem moon!
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Cotton Mouth
James seals, dash crofts
Red eyed momma keep cryin
Blue eyed cat keeps a lyin
Catfish keep his eye on the string
And that cotton mouth keep on windin
Sing, sing, sing
Dark moon keeps hidin
And gator, he keeps right on slidin
And bull frog, he aint mindin
Oh, cotton mouth keep on windin
Sing, sing, sing
Lightnin bugs in bottles
They gimme all the light I need
And Im seinin bait for linin
And that cotton mouth keeps on windin
Sing, sing, sing
Oh, that big iron pots a boilin
And that red eyed momma keeps toilin
And the crawdad meats for dinin
And oh, that cotton mouth keeps on windin, lord
Sing, sing, sing
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Her Candy Cotton Kiss
Her candy cotton kiss
Her taste so warm and wet
Her cotton candy lips
I'll never them forget
Her cotton candy kiss
Sends shivers down my spine
I tremble at her touch
With love and grace divine
poem by Bradley Lester
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The Moon Is.......
A Poem by my Great Niece, Kitty Cotton aged 12 years.
The Moon is a pearl;
sat in the night sky.
Precious and beautiful,
it shall never die.
The Moon is a ball of silk,
dancing with the stars.
Floating elegantly in the darkness,
it won’t ever be behind bars.
The Moon is a torch,
lightening the night,
to help us find our way,
and just hanging in the sky,
smiling down on me.
© Kitty Cotton
(Ernestine Northover)
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Cotton Candy Land
(words & music by ruth batchelor - bob roberts)
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
To sprinkle you with sand
Hell say one, two, three
And youll be, in cotton candy land
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
Hell take you, by the hand
And youll ride upon, a big white swan
In cotton candy land
You and the swan will float upon
A cloud of pink ice cream
Where every star is a candy bar
And the moon is a marshmallow dream
Sandmans comin, yes hes comin
Take his magic hand
Now goodnight...now sleep tight
In cotton candy land
In cotton candy land...
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Moon Is Still
The still moon was light enough for centuries,
Work rid the Earth of slumber, music and abilities.
I found in the midst of all tragedy in the world
A great sight of poverty, full in curiosity that unfurled
The carpet most pure for the lame and rich,
Egotistical behaviour missed the ditch.
I say on a month too merry why the sun was hot
In that day and night to celebrate a jackpot.
The luck ran a hundred miles on my legs,
Without breakfast, with energy and eggs.
The moon was our very satellite to read
Like a book, or a puzzle to solve indeed.
For years I have written these words, and on and on,
Fierce worship causes us to forsake the dawn.
poem by Naveed Akram
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An Ass
It is difficult for
An ass to differentiate
The load of salt and
Cotton bales
Do not make me an ass
O my master.
I am here with the sun
With the moon with the star
With the insects with the moths
With the plant And with
Land air water
All are with me
O my master
Make me clean and transparent.
O my master
Make me fit to shine
Make me fit to dine
I am with you
All day long.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Cotton Eyed Joe
Traditional
If it hadnt been for cotton-eye joe
Id been married long time ago
Where did you come from. where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?
(repeat)
He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so
Handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun
(repeat intro)
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men cause of cotton-eye joe
(repeat intro)
song performed by by Nina Simone
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My dad was a cotton buyer and cotton buyers always considered themselves superior to the rest of the world.
quote by Joseph Mitchell
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One month Anniversary (1)
In months time
Time flew by
So fast, so quick
So many memories already
From first kiss in the Drive way
To First date at TGI's
To my first photo booth pictures
To Caving at Devils den
To already having many developed pictures
To being with a great person for one months time
Memories fly, but time is cherished
Having these memories with you means everything
Knowing you're there to tell me Morning
Knowing you're there to tell me Night
Everything we do makes me smile
And makes me realize everythings worthwhile
So here's to a month
A month so great
A month with no debate
A month with no regrets
I'm hope you've enjoyed it as much as i have
I hope for another month and more
Happy One month anniversary
poem by Tanner Gallman
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Our Moon
July 1989
Alone I watched the Full Moon rise tonight.
The same Moon rose over you just hours ago.
Did you also watch it rise? Did clouds obscure the view?
Was your night as fine for stargazing?
When the Moon is just starting to clime my horizon
It is finishing its' journey across your sky.
Were you still awake to watch it set?
Did dreams call you away?
Tonight I will watch till this Moon leaves to find you again.
The calendar says each Moon shines on you first.
But the Moon doesn't follow... it leads!
Full Moon... Full Circle
Ruler of tides
My Moon first tonight.
I shall wish it safely back to you.
Last July the Moon carried grief for me.
Was your Moon full of Joy then?
I know it wounds you now.
Once Full Moons of June saw each of us born
Your Moon predating mine in years.
Round Moon... pale circular symbol of eternity
First seen by you... then me... then back again
This Moon connects us, at least in my own heart.
Allow me to wish it back to you fuller, brighter.
The July Moon rises Full over us tonight.
Full... of Promise
poem by Mary Havran
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Parchman Farm
(by mose allison)
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm,
Aint never done no man no harm.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack,
A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm,
Aint never done no man no harm.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Ain’t We Baby
Ain’t we got a good thing going, honey
Ain’t we, ain’t we baby
Ain’t we got a fine little pair of young, uns
Ain’t we, ain’t we baby
A cotton top boy and a blue-eyed girl
Prettiest things in this old world
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
We got us a house out in the country
Got us a yard full of young pine trees
Got an old hound dog that’s full of fleas
And bushels of love and we’re living free
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
We’re clearing land for a garden spot
Gonna have a bean and tomater crop
Raise a couple of hogs, we’ll have ham to eat
And next winter we won’t buy groceries
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
Ain’t we got a good thing going, Honey
Ain’t we, Ain’t we Baby
Ain’t we got a fine little pair of young’uns
Ain’t we, Ain’t we Baby
A cotton top boy and a blue-eyed girl
Prettiest things in this old world
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
Copyright: C R Clark -April,1976
poem by C.R. Clark
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