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Anemia

A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed
and begs for a death.

The adolescence had become
graphic. Do you agree with the
splurge of moonlight under the street light?

The unborn stink was hovering
after the shipwreck. The seagulls
were bewildered.

There was only one slogan
for the black booth.
Priest was sitting cross-legged in a liplock.

poem by Satish Verma
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The Night Landscape

Who knows if a tree
sitting cross-legged in the middle of the night?
Glowing translucent his tears in the shimmering
of the moon and stars
There was a silence called forgotten
together with the time
Sitting with him looked at
losing as much as the memories
The night had countless
Trees with strong roots
walking from time after time
Let the rain keep it!

poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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The Solitary Reaper

I behold him single,
walking on the street
and his face is covered
by the long black cloak
that the evening wind
bristles against.

From a distance he looks
like a ancient priest,
or somebody trying to
get the better
of the foggy raining weather.

Something sinister is in his step
and I have seen him before
and the knowledge of it,
brings the hair on my arms to life.

I greet him like a old friend
and he smiles at me
like regular passers on the street do
and his voice is part of the wind:
“I am not coming for you, yet.”

The moonlight glitters yellow
in a crescent shape in the sky
and falls on the sickle in his hand
and death walks by,
to take away the very pulse of life
somewhere nearby
and he’s in a hurry to be in time
before destiny’s clockwork reach its mark.

Down the street
I hear a young man sobbing
in a old white house
where all the lights
are burning a soft yellow
and just for a moment,
the solitary reaper hesitates
before unnoticed
he walks through the door.

poem by Gert Strydom
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What do we plant when we plant a tree?

What do we get when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship which will cross the sea;
We plant the pencils to scribble our notes,
We plant the ballots to cast our votes;
We plant the paper in which we read,
The news that o'er wooden poles we speed,
We plant the piles to erect our docks;
We plant the rayon for shirts and socks.

What do we plant when we plant a tree?
We plant the houses for you and me;
We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
The beams and siding, all the parts that be;
We plant the house when we plant the tree,
We plant the barrel, the box, the crate;
In which to ship all sorts of freight.

What do we plant when we plant a tree?
A thousand things that we daily see,
We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
We plant the staff for our country's flag;
We plant the shade from the hot sun free,
We plant all these when we plant the tree.

poem by Henry Abbey
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Dancing In The Moonlight

Walking in the rain far away from nowhere.
No more noise, just silence and the music thats in my brain.
Walking through the night, a different atmosphere.
No more noise, just silence and the sound thats in my ear.
Im just dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Walking down the hill listening to the trees.
No more noise, just silence and the raindrops on my shoes.
Walking down the beach sparkling lights on the water.
No more noise, just silence and by the way Im feeling free.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im just dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.
Im dancing, dancing in the moonlight.

song performed by by Scooter
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Everythings Changed

(richie mcdonald/paul nelson/larry boone)
Funny you should show up after all of these years
Yeah things sure have changed around here
Seen a lot of strangers since they put that interstate through
No this aint the same town that we once knew
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
That westbound to santa fe dont stop here anymore
You were one of the last to get on board
That street that we grew up on you wouldnt recognize
Girl nothings been the same since you said good-bye
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
They put up a plant where we used to park
That ol drive-ins a new wal-mart
The caf? is closed where our names were carved on that corner booth
Everythings changed except for the way I feel about you
Yeah, everythings changed except for the way I feel about you

song performed by by Lonestar
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Set Me Free

(ransford)
Walking down the street
Standing looking at me
If you dont wanna know me
How happy I will be
Dont cross over the street to me
If you dont want my love
Set me free
I see you walking by
Love light in your eye
I just remember all those lies
So dont cross over the street to me
If you dont want my love set me free
Baby cant you leave me alone
Baby why dont you go on home
Baby dont you know that we are through
I dont need your love so set me free
Why dont you realise
That you and I are through
Every day I see you make me blue
So dont cross over the street to me
If you dont want my love set me free
If you dont want my love set me free
If you dont want my love set me free

song performed by by Hollies
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Horse Play

Four gallant horses
galloped forth.

One was white, one was black,
one was red, one was brown.

One had four legs,
one had three,
one had two,
and the fourth had one leg.

The one-legged horse
said to the others :
the time for dance has come,
sweet friends,
let's dance on a single hoof !

All of them liked the idea,
and the dance began.
The four-legged horse fainted outright,
the three-legged horse slipped and fell,
the two-legged horse limped to a fall :
only the one-legged one
danced on and on.

poem by Ayyappa Paniker
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Life of a Roman Catholic Priest

A priest is nearest Christ;
A priest is Christ at times;
A priest is almost Christ;
A priest is most divine.

A priest is God’s shepherd;
A priest must tend to flock;
A priest must be like ‘rock’;
A priest should ne’er defrock.

A priest communes with God;
A priest draws hope from Lord;
A priest shows love of Christ;
A priest carries His Cross!

A priest is tempted too;
A priest has falls in life;
A priest falters also;
A priest has strength from Christ.

A priestly job is tough;
A priest’s life can turn rough;
A priest has strife enough,
But has to smile and laugh!

A priest helps harvest souls;
A priest has many roles;
A priest has but one goal –
To drink from Christ’s own bowl!

Pray that more priests should come;
May priests curb their freedom;
May priest usher Kingdom;
A life for Christ’s welcome.

Fondly dedicated to Rev. Fr. Xavier Claudius,
Beloved Parish priest, ‘Holy Family Church, Perundurai

poem by John Celes
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Bad Boys

(coverdale/sykes)
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I steal around, like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I see you, you see me
Just a black street boy in society
With high-heeled women full of champagne an lies,
Getting wild in the street
til the hot sunrise
Stealing round like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city,
Wild in the city
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
I know you, you know me
Im the black sheep of the family,
Im in an out of trouble
Im the talk of the town
I get wild in the street
When the sun goes down
I dont care what the people think,
I cant hear what the people say,
I steal around like a thief in the night
Dancing til the break of day
Bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Bad, bad, bad boys,
Running undercover of moonlight
Bad, bad boys,
Getting wild in the street,
Wild in the city
Undercover of moonlight...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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[My Little Green Plant]

I have a plant in my house.
Not a tree a shrub ore a shrew.
But a plant.
It's green and red and sparkle blue.
Healthy clean and sticky like glue.
Bold beautifully and fragrant to.
My little green plant, how I love you.

I love my plant all stretched out high.
When it's flowers open it reveals a surprise
Just imagine it as you close you're eyes.
My little green plant, always on my mind.

My plant is thirsty it needs special care.
Nutrients and light, without it would die.
Like a child growing up ill always be there.
12 weeks to grow, and not a care.
3 feed tall and producing air.
My little green plant with little red hairs.

The time has come that I must say good by,
my little green plant has grown up right.
I'll trim it nice and hold on tight,
my little green plant makes me happiest tonight.
I'll sow the seed and sign the deed,
my little green plants one hell of a weed.

Come on now people get your minds out of the gutter..... I'm just talking about sage! :)

poem by Seth Morrow
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Shed

I'm like a freight train feelin' no pain
I never turn back one track
Better step aside
Like a shotgun
I'm really someone
You'll feel my heatwave
Won't save anyone near to me
I'm steel
So come and try to bend me if you can, hah
I don't feel
Before you know it it's over
Get out of my way
I'm street walking, street walking
Night stalking, i'm street walking
No reputation
You better quick run
Cause i got no time i'll climb all over you
You need a strong hand
To be a mean man
You've got to think fast
I'll last longer than you could know
I'm steel
So won't you come and try to bend me if you can
I don't feel
Before you know it it's over
Out of my way
I'm street walking
Hey, i'm a wild cat
Don't need to prove that
I'm always howlin' prowlin'
Stalkin' my prey
It could be your night
To feel the dog bite
And hear the slashing, crashin'
Tearin' inside of you
I'm steel
So come and try to break me if you can, no way
Like a wheel
About to roll you over
Get out of my way
I'm street walkin', street walkin'
No talkin', street walking
Night stalking, street walking
No talkin', i'm street walkin', yeah
Street walkin', street walkin'
Night stalking, street walking

song performed by by Rainbow
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Early June Girls

While walking
Along the street
On a sunny afternoon
Of late spring
The air was filled
With the heavy smell
Of carcinogenic gases
Emitted by
The rolling cars.

Oh! How I
Loved the aroma
Of gasoline
In my childhood.

While walking
On a sunny afternoon
Of late spring
The petrol
In the street
Was mixed
With the hovering
Exciting scent
Of by-passing
Early-June girls.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Sketches For A Fine Day

actually i like the sound of
brooms sweeping the street today

a young girl
short for her age
and brown and
bow legged

does her assigned task in the street
gathering dead leaves

as i watch
it is a bright day

the street light is turned off

a young boy's hand is held by her mother
crossing the street
waiting for the school bus

a white dog pisses
on the side of the trunk of the
mahogany tree

a black car from the right side of the village
wheels its way towards the boulevard

a young woman with short blue jeans
jogs along the green valley

the sea is sky
blue and the sun slowly rises from the horizon

like a man's face peeping upon a table's edge
the long line of trees along the faded street

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moonlight-blessed

when I turned round the corner
walking alone, walking light
the moonlight spread over the open patch
and the coiled snake
twitched a little
straightened quickly
looked at me,
some proportion of surprise
but mostly in lethargy

‘be at peace, snake,
be at peace;
I wish you no harm
I shall go my way in peace
and so do you too’

and I walked on silently
moonlight-blessed;
and the gentle snake glided away
moonlight-blessed

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Haunting The Chapel

The holy cross
Symbol of life
Anticipate the lives of Christians born
Speak of death
The words of hate
Anticipate the rules among the dead
Hell has seen
Priests condemned
To bring forth the lord of the cross
Strike twelve
Raise the dead
The chapel comes under attack

The ghosts of dead
Torment the priest
Their altar will soon be destroyed
Heaven's mass
Turning black
The church will belong to the dead
Blackened magic
And thus we're lost
Lucifer will supreme
The crystal ball
Children of faith
Their lasting eternal scream

Those who never make the people scream
Have no task for all of time
Satan's form of soldiers stand in lust
Destruction charged upon the cross

Attacking there's seven ways to go
Tormenting the priest

song performed by by Slayer from Haunting The Chapel
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Light

Day and night
Is decided upon by light

Daylight is wondrous and bright
Darkness solely brings upon fright

Black and white
Is entirely lucid in light

The beauty of sight
Is valued broadest in light

Any form of fight
Must be done in light
Otherwise winning will be tight

In the absence of light
Hovering around will be our plight

We can't separate wrong from right
If we cannot see without the light

So light from the sun is fun
Essential for a battle to be won
As a fire ignites
Particles of dust reunite
The fiery orange light
Fends of the termites that bite

The candle or moonlight
Is always a special invite
Inspiring me to write
Spinning my imagination to great heights!

Light is good
Light is food
Light acts upon our moods
Light is a weapon
Light is a bundle of fun
Light of a lamp, of a candle or sun
I call for you to keep shining on!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Shed (Subtle)

Im like a freight train feelin no pain
I never turn back one track
Better step aside
Like a shotgun
Im really someone
Youll feel my heatwave
Wont save anyone near to me
Im steel
So come and try to bend me if you can, hah
I dont feel
Before you know it its over
Get out of my way
Im street walking, street walking
Night stalking, Im street walking
No reputation
You better quick run
Cause I got no time Ill climb all over you
You need a strong hand
To be a mean man
Youve got to think fast
Ill last longer than you could know
Im steel
So wont you come and try to bend me if you can
I dont feel
Before you know it its over
Out of my way
Im street walking
Hey, Im a wild cat
Dont need to prove that
Im always howlin prowlin
Stalkin my prey
It could be your night
To feel the dog bite
And hear the slashing, crashin
Tearin inside of you
Im steel
So come and try to break me if you can, no way
Like a wheel
About to roll you over
Get out of my way
Im street walkin, street walkin
No talkin, street walking
Night stalking, street walking
No talkin, Im street walkin, yeah
Street walkin, street walkin
Night stalking, street walking

song performed by by Rainbow
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Its Not The Spotlight

(gerry goffin, barry goldberg, 1973/1976)
If I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it will be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the street lights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.
Some times I try to tell myself the light was never real,
Just a fantasy that used to be, the way I used to feel.
But you and I know better, even though its been so long,
If your memory really serves you well, youll never tell me no wrong.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes you know what I mean.
So if I ever feel the light again shining down on me,
I dont have to tell you what a welcome it would be.
I felt the light before but I let it slip away,
But I still keep on believing that itll come back some day.
Its not the spotlight, its not the camra light,
Its not the streetlights of some old street of dreams.
It aint the moonlight, not even the sunlight,
But Ive seen it shining in your eyes and you know what I mean.

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Our street light

there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh

talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing

the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend

the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above

i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!

poem by Brad Brown
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Poem: Song to the Holy Cross

The cross of love:
The cross I love:
The cross I'd loved all life;
The wooden cross:
The holy cross:
The cross that bore man's strife.

The oaken cross:
The heavy cross:
The cross Jesus carried;
The cross on which
Christ Lord was nailed:
And bore man's sins indeed.

The cross of death:
The blood-stained cross:
The Savior, man, redeemed;
The cross of life's
Victory o'er death:
That souls on earth must heed.