200 Corpses
In the field of books
where people have no faces
I entered innocently
to look among the pages
They smacked gum on and on and on
all the dizzy dirty blonde day long
There were about two hundred of them
Maybe they were jaded
Silas said it was as pretty as apples
and they were kindly nice to me at first
licking my face with golden leaves
and it was so seductively maddening
that I had to throw them in the fire
before they ate me
poem by Sara Fielder (2012)
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Books
The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn
poem by Erica Jong
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True Identity
True Identity (This is a song)
(1) I’m trying so hard to get though the week, but things go wrong when people don’t speak, see that is not my problem my problem is I have no one the speak. to, I try and I try to put on a happy face, I try and I try to not look misplaced, but I guess that’s what’s on the outside, on the inside is a whole nother’ place…
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
(2) So my heart is like a mirror, reflecting those words, the school days draw nearer, and I feel like a curse, My feelings kept inside my head, so I reveal them now to you instead….
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
(Bridge) M world is spinning upside down, And now my smile is a frown, But now the summer is over, the weekends are all I have left, the school week seems not to end, like a river with a never ending bend….
(Chorus) I’m let down, by my friends at school, I’m not pretty popular or cool,
I whish they could know, how much they’ve hurt me, all those things, just had to be dirty, I’m the loser with the long blonde hair but in my heart I’ve gone somewhere,
So what they see is not my true identity….
No they don’t see me, or my true identity….
By: Riley Smith
poem by Riley Smith
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Familiar
From spawn soundtrack
Could there be a familiar ring everytime I sing about
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt i, i
Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But Ill say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x2 smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste
Of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please dont come crawling back to me,
Cuz youll know what Ill say
Brother let your knees bleed please!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x7 smacked in your face again
X4 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
X2:
Oooh oh
song performed by by Incubus
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Apples of Hesperides
Glinting golden through the trees,
Apples of Hesperides!
Through the moon-pierced warp of night
Shoot pale shafts of yellow light,
Swaying to the kissing breeze
Swings the treasure, golden-gleaming,
Apples of Hesperides!
Far and lofty yet they glimmer,
Apples of Hesperides!
Blinded by their radiant shimmer,
Pushing forward just for these;
Dew-besprinkled, bramble-marred,
Poor duped mortal, travel-scarred,
Always thinking soon to seize
And possess the golden-glistening
Apples of Hesperides!
Orbed, and glittering, and pendent,
Apples of Hesperides!
Not one missing, still transcendent,
Clustering like a swarm of bees.
Yielding to no man's desire,
Glowing with a saffron fire,
Splendid, unassailed, the golden
Apples of Hesperides!
poem by Amy Lowell
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If I were an animal
IF I WERE AN ANIMAL...
If I were an animal I wonder what I’d be,
a roaring proud lion or a busy little bee.
Perhaps I’d be a beautiful mare with a mane thick and wild,
grazing in a field on summer days so mild.
Then I’d have my flirting days in heat when I’m looking for a ride.
Yes that would be neat, strolling through a field with two stallions by my side.
Would I be a donkey belonging to a gypsy selling heather,
making money out of me on Blackpool beach for children’s pleasure,
I’d have nothing to look forward too, up and down all day.
Na, I don’t think I’d like to live my life that way.
I could be a farm animal, like a pig or a chicken,
but then I’d be turned into something finger licking!
Perhaps I’d be a tiger or a chimpanzee,
swinging from tree to tree as happy as can be.
How about an elephant with a long thick trunk,
a fox, a squirrel, or a dirty little skunk.
Why not a bird because I do love to sing.
Not a magpie or a seagull, but a real pretty little thing.
I’d fly to someplace nice that much is true,
but knowing my luck Id get bloody flu!
poem by Sandra Kerin Campbell
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Second Hand Books
Books! Books! Books! There are so many different designs.
There are some which, by the author, are personally signed.
Some books have pages with gilt edges, which look all posh.
Some have nice pictures on their covers, which are embossed.
Some books have hard covers, while some have soft.
Some are all dusty, where they’ve been kept in the loft.
Some books have fancy covers; some just have plain.
Some have suffered mishaps, and are now all stained.
Some books are all dog-eared at the corners of their pages.
Some have gone yellow, where they’ve been around ages.
Inside some books, there can be seen a pencilled name;
Someone, who once, on this particular book, had a claim.
Some are obviously well read; their spines are all creased.
From out of a book, amazing adventures can be unleashed.
Some books have pages which are spoiled or a bit torn.
Some have covers which are grubby and look well worn.
Some just have text, while others also include illustrations.
Some are former prize winners; once the toast of the nation.
There are books by famous authors, as well as the lesser known.
Some are former library books which, to the public, were loaned.
There are romances, poetry, classics, sci-fi, humour, and histories;
Gardening, cookery, travel, thrillers, manga, and murder mysteries.
In wooden bookcases, the books are categorised, and are neatly lined.
In a second hand bookshop, you just never know what you may find.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Blank Pages
Blank pages
Blank books
Lie with only drowning white
No pretty messages in the sand
No clocks to turn a hand
Blank pages
Blank books
Looking into an empty void
Like staring at purgatory
Words with no meaning making up a story
Blank pages
Blank books
Stay staring at the celing
Empty without effort
Nothing without words
poem by Autumn Winds
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Blonde On Blonde
Cats and dogs are coming down
14th street is gonna drown
Everyone else rushing round
Ive got blonde on blonde
On my portable stereo
Its a lullabye
From a giant golden radio
Ive got no time i wanna lose
To people with something to prove
What can you do but let them walk
And make your way down the block
Ive got blonde on blonde
On my portable stereo
Its a lullabye
From a giant golden radio
Its a lullabye
From wonder-womans radio
song performed by by Nada Surf
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There is a difference between a book of two hundred pages from the very beginning, and a book of two hundred pages which is the result of an original eight hundred pages. The six hundred are there. Only you don't see them.
quote by Elie Wiesel
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Whos The Blonde Stranger
Whos the blonde stranger
By: jimmy buffett, michael utley, will jennings, josh leo
1984
Nothin like this way out in west texas
Galveston bay is a whole other world
My wifes in our room gettin over her sunburn
How would louis lamour get me next to that girl
She tells me her tan is the same all over
She asks me to dance and says keep your boots on
She never met a number one cowboy
We rolled in the sand and drank rum until dawn
Chorus:
Whos the blonde stranger, who entered my life
Makin me over, in the moonlight
This side of texas, is all new to me
Whos the blonde stranger, who lives by the sea
Stayed up all night and for me thats the first time
Sneak in the room just as cool as I can
Pull back the sheets and the bed is all empty
Except for a note left from some guy named dan
My head got all light and the room started spinning
I stepped outside just to get some fresh air
Out on a wave was my own darlin lola
And some pretty boy with bleach in his hair
Chorus:
Whos the blonde stranger, out there with my wife
What were they doin, in the moonlight
This side of texas, is all new to me
Who are these strangers, who live by the sea
Back on the ranch and everythings normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the tv
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
I ask her whos dan and she says whos marie?
Chorus:
Whos the blonde stranger, who entered my life
Makin me over, in the moonlight
This side of texas, is all new to me
Whos the blonde stranger, lives by the sea
Chorus:
Whos the blonde stranger, who entered my life
Makin me over, in the moonlight
This side of texas, is all new to me
Who are these strangers, who live by the sea
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Nice to compare
Nice to compare
Yet I am afraid not to dare
How to express?
With nice face
Sages
Have turned pages
Shown the way
To be away
Seas
When rough and unkind
Suddenly remind
Always to mind
Human
When turn inhuman
Reminds of wild
Animals in field
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dirty Dreams
Well, I wake up burnin in a soaking sweat
My pillows are drippin and the sheets are wet
I jump out of bed and I turn on the light
This happens to me every night
Sometimes you turn into a snake with long black hair
Then you turn into an angel, blonde and fair
You can turn yourself blue and I dont care
You can change your look
You can change your race
But its always your touch
And always your face
Chorus
Dirty dreams
How you wanna do me
Dirty dreams
Let me get thru
Dirty dreams
A triple x-rated movie starring me and you
Well, I close my eyes
And you open your lips
Theres a shock from my head to my fingertips
I fall thru a hole cuz I cant get a grip
The room starts to spin and the world starts to turn
My heart catches fire and my bed starts to burn
Dirty dreams
How you wann do me
Dirty dreams
Anything for you, babe
Dirty dreams
Technicolor movie starring me and you
Make my dreams come true
Shake my nights
Rattle my sleep
Roll mye eyes, Im in too deep
Chorus
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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My Hundred Books
A thousand books my library
Contains;
And all are primed, it seems to me
With brains.
Mine are so few I scratch in thought
My head;
For just a hundred of the lot
I've read.
A hundred books, but of the best,
I can
With wisdom savour and digest
And scan.
Yet when afar from kin and kith
In nooks
Of quietness I'm happy with
Sweet books.
So as nine hundred at me stare
In vain,
My lack I'm wistfully aware
Of brain;
Yet as my leave of living ends,
With looks
Of love I view a hundred friends,
My books.
poem by Robert William Service
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Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
in her eye
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the heir dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!
song performed by by Lisa Marie Presley
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Touch of Autumn
It is blowing, it is getting cold
Birds are chirping, birds are resting!
The long sunny day is gone
replaced by the sudden onset of night!
Leaves from trees, fruits like apples,
peaches, berries and grapes fall down.
My beans and squash seem ready
to sleep and abort the budding of flowers.
The green colours turn golden and
cover the living soil and ground.
September, October and November,
the golden long autumn months
of fallen leaves from windy heights.
___________
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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I still love books. Nothing a computer can do can compare to a book. You can't really put a book on the Internet. Three companies have offered to put books by me on the Net, and I said, 'If you can make something that has a nice jacket, nice paper with that nice smell, then we'll talk.' All the computer can give you is a manuscript. People don't want to read manuscripts. They want to read books. Books smell good. They look good. You can press them to your bosom. You can carry them in your pocket.
quote by Ray Bradbury
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You, Your Face and Your Many Faces
you and your face
you and your many faces
i never clarify your other face
because you build a siege
with your many faces
your many faces have a heart of liar
little facet of your tricky mind
you and your many faces
your face not to be someone's follower
your face to be the queen of yourself
you and your face
you don't need to show your inner face
your many faces will play the pace
and no one resist your easily fake face
your face and your many faces
if those two are not good enough
to get me
what will you take to become your face?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Lonely One Room School
It is now old and in need of paint
Sits alone in a field of grass
Poor little lonely one room school
So long ago since it’s had class
If only it could tell us stories
Of the children who sat in its seats
Buzzing with exciting chatter
Never thinking they’d face defeat
School books worn on the corners
For turning down pages a thing to do
Buckets design for their small lunches
Old-fashioned hats that set askew
Oh listen, can you hear the laughter?
Reciting their lessons every day
Recess time in the school yard
It was important to take time to play
But you know, nothing lasts forever
Except, of course, the golden rule
I feel a bit sad when I look upon
This precious lonely one room school!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Oh You Pretty Things
Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
Ive made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Dont kid yourself they belong to you
Theyre the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
Weve finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though theyre here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Dont you know youre driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
song performed by by David Bowie
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Smacked And Slapped Against The Wall
Smacked and slapped against the wall,
Is not magnifique.
Although some may just enjoy...
This touch of quick awakening.
Smacked with a slap against the wall,
May help some snap senses back.
But not for all...
Who may be appalled,
By such treatment.
Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Some may need it!
Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Is cost effective!
Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Is cost effective!
Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Awakens!
And...
Relieves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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