Stand To Envolve
The outlaw
sits upon the palace
along with the old general
everyone fussing about
the portrait
When a pretty lady steps in ready
to release
a record full of revelations
not knowning
if this will become a quest
or life's hidden
sacrifices
poem by Shai Cherry
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Outlaw
(coverdale/lord/marsden)
When I left my home
I was not much more than a child,
My mother started crying
She knew that I was born to be wild
cos I was looking for the bright lights of the big city,
A red hot town where the girls are pretty
I took to the highway,
Chasing my dream down the line
Heading out for trouble,
Never finding my peace of mind
cos I been run out of town so many times before
An usually kind of places where I cant go back no more
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
I never find it easy trying to keep the feeling alive,
Ive always been a dreamer,
Dreamers find it hard to survive
When theyre living in the bright lights of the big city,
A red hot town where the girls are pretty
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw - born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Born outside of the law,
Just another outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
Outlaw, outlaw,
Man on the run will always take chances for fun
song performed by by Whitesnake
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My Rough And Ready Lady
Such a strong woman you are
You play rough and tough
How you are very different
Somehow I can't get enough
My Rough And Ready Lady
You are strong and full of life
How you show me so much
Oddly I never met your type
My Rough And Ready Lady
You speak with much wisdom
Yet you continue on and prove
I feel so happy when near you
I have all to win never to lose
My Rough And Ready Lady
Your strength is overwhelming
Those eyes of deep royal blue
A best friend you are to me
And how I love being with you
My Rough And Ready Lady
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Parable Of Faith
Now, in twilight, on the palace steps
the king asks forgiveness of his lady.
He is not
duplicitous; he has tried to be
true to the moment; is there another way of being
true to the self?
The lady
hides her face, somewhat
assisted by the shadows. She weeps
for her past; when one has a secret life,
one's tears are never explained.
Yet gladly would the king bear
the grief of his lady: his
is the generous heart,
in pain as in joy.
Do you know
what forgiveness mean? it mean
the world has sinned, the world
must be pardoned --
poem by Louise Gluck
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Outlaw Man
I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaws son
The highway is my legacy
On the highway I will run
In one hand Ive a bible
In the other Ive got a gun
Well, don you know me
Im the man who won
Woman dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
First left my woman, it was down in santa fe
Headed for oklahoma, I was ridin night and day
All of my friends are strangers,
They quickly come and go
And all my loves in danger,
cause I steal hearts and souls
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand a life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Oo....
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Some me call me abel,
Some men call me cain,
Some men call me sinner, lord
Some men call me saint
Some say theres a jesus
Some men say there aint
When you got no life to lose
Then theres nothin left to gain
Outlaw man
Outlaw man
song performed by by Eagles
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Pretty Boy Floyd
(woody guthrie)
Gather round me children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well.
twas in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode.
Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.
Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.
He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame,
Every crime in oklahoma they laid on to his name.
He took to the river boaters long the north canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer he opened up his door.
They tell about a stranger, the same story goes
How pretty boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home.
Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill.
Into oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say:
you say that Im an outlaw, you say that Im a thief,
Well, heres a christmas dinner for your families on relief.
Through this world Ive rambled, Ive seen many funny men,
Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen.
But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam
You wont never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Outlaw
I'm a stranger in town and my guns never cold
I'm a gambler so bet on your life
You'll never live to grow old
I deal in lead I won't step aside
Where trouble's waitin well so am I
I live for the fight the thrill of the kill
Paid in gold for the blood I spill
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
The law of the West was the law of the gun
Shoot and be fast live on the run
Stay alive be fast on the draw
Live by the gun or die by the law
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
Shot through the heart in the blink of an eye
Buried up on boot hill
Life is cheap when the bounty is high
So be ready to kill
The law of the West was the law of the gun
Shoot and be fast live on the run
Stay alive be fast on the draw
live by the gun or die by the law
Shot of whisky I'll be on my way
Back in the saddle pull on the reins
Spurs to the beast over the hill
Another town one more kill
Outlaw outlaw outlaw ride
Into the West a gun by your side
Hell and glory honor and pride
A gun will decide where the outlaws ride
song performed by by Manowar from Louder Than Hell
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Sophisticated Lady
Sophisticated lady tryn to change my ways
Just because youre caught in your social maze.
I think its about time that you realize
Your money and your powers got you mesmerized.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Educated lady with your college degree,
Amazes me why you just cant see.
Learned evrything from your books on the shelf,
But no one ever taught you how to think for yourself.
Pretty lady.
Get back.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
Sophisticated lady , take a lesson from me,
I can help you be what you want to be.
Together well see many brighter days,
If it takes forever, gonna change your ways. pretty lady.
Sweet thing.
Pretty lady.
Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on,
Youre anybodys baby when your mamas gone.
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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A cowboy
A
cowboy on the run
with his big forty four gun
running from the law running
from something he has done
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
riding in the blazing hot sun
when they asked him why he did it
he said I don't know
we both drew our guns
but he was to slow
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
riding in the blazing hot sun
now that you caught me I know
I will hang
the life of an outlaw isn't much fun
you took my gun
and tomorrow I will be
hung
poem by Art Kuttler
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The pursuit of pretty formulas and neat theorems can no doubt quickly degenerate into a silly vice, but so can the quest for austere generalities which are so very general indeed that they are incapable of application to any particular.
What Of The Person Remains?
WHAT OF THE PERSON REMAINS?
What of the person remains?
For tens of thousands of years
Not even a bone.
For a few thousand
For a few a name and a story,
And for most, dust and nothingness.
But then
Portrait and family history
Photographs and then films
Clips of a life.
And now more and more detail
Everyman immortalized in each tweet and twitter
Eternity in an electronic file.
And yet with all this
With all the remnants and reminiscences
With all the recorded interviews
With all the tons and tons of information
Gathered around each name
What of the person remains?
All these images and information
All this non-erasable digital paradise
Has not made one single human being
Breathe again with the full breath of life.
The person does not remain
No matter how many memories and how much information
Is left behind.
Death is not defeated yet
As we record and record and record
Every passing instant and action
Of what one day in an instant
May all suddenly disappear.
We will forever be unable to do-
What only God
May do for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Request Line
Pick up the phone call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Nana nana nananana na na nana nana
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
(chorus) (macy gray)
This is a re-quest mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey dj (your on the line girl)
Hey dj (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the dj spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like Im down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like crisco
Cuz the dj grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we greatful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful
(last night the dj saved my life)
Cuz of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed
(hook)
Cuz you know you got the feeling
(all right)
Good God got the feeling
(all right)
Touch the ceiling when Im feelin
(all right now)
And I be feelin
(all right)
Dont stop keep it goin now come on
(chorus) (macy gray)
This is a re-quest mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey dj (your on the line girl)
Hey dj (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Turn table lets bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like macy gray, roots, and dangelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when Im cruisin down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(hey dj would you play ma song)
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And (Im dancin) all day all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside
(hook)
(all right)
Got me feelin
(all right)
Got me feelin
(all right)
Got me feelin
(all right)
All shots down
(all right)
Got me wanna get down all night
(all night)
All right now
(chorus) (macy gray)
This is a re-quest mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey dj (your on the line girl)
Hey dj (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody have a good time
2x
Last night a dj saved my life
(fading effects)
(chorus) 3x
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Portrait
As I gaze blink-less
At the bare beauty of your persona
Behind the thin satin coat
Your portrait steps out alive
Out of the golden frame.
Your portrait generates
A multitude of elemental emotions,
Some romantically elusive like fluttering butterflies,
Others tangible like love-making,
Yet some others audible like the dying cadence
Of a stringed music played on my lyre.
Am churned by the immaculate portrait
Like the ocean
And I deliver nectar and parijat
From the dark womb of my private secrecy.
I owe it to your portrait timeless,
As I take the yet-to-be christened
Eleventh incarnation of Indian pantheon
Embodying love and truth
With an assured confidence.
Block City
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.
Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.
This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Tomb of Lanis
The Lanis you loved, Markos, isn't here
in this tomb you come to weep by, lingering hours on end.
The Lanis you loved is closer to you
when you're in your room at home and you look at his portrait—
the portrait that still keeps something of what was valuable in him,
something of what it was you used to love.
Remember, Markos, that time you brought in
the famous Kyrenian painter from the Proconsul's palace?
What artistic subtlety he used trying to persuade you both,
the minute he saw your friend,
that he absolutely must do him as Hyacinth.
In that way his portrait would come to be better known.
But your Lanis didn't hire out his beauty like that:
reacting strongly, he told him to portray
neither Hyacinth nor anyone else,
but Lanis, son of Rametichos, an Alexandrian.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Angel (my name)
Angel
She a beautiful young lady
pretty smile, pretty face
pretty walk...Pretty attuide
brings joy to people
sunnny or dark
Angel is a wonderful
person in most people
eyes.
Angel is my name
Yes Angel is a beautiful
name..
A beautiful young lady
Never fell down..people wanted to see me fall down but i didnt
Getting God blesses...yes thank you God
End of the day after everything said and done i'm still living life
Loving life while i'm here..
This is For me...
poem by Angel Wade
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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She gives me butterflies
Her presence over whelms me
unique and pretty like a butterfly
Yet this butterfly
like a baby bird not ready to fly
taking caterpillar steps and crawling
as a pupa to a butterfly as if she
over protects her self as if shes not
ready to try and catch feelings
It's only often I catch
butterflies but she's one
of the prettiest I'm talking
point blank got it oeriod
She gives me butterflies
but when is she gonna be
the butterfly I groom
she says n way shes ready
but that may change that thought
if I keep it steady
But butterfly I'm ready
when you are come fly to me
or just simply say hi to me
For u give me
butterflies and I cant help
but stare sometimes
Never thought I
would the eye of ur butterflies
but life like a box of chocolate u
never know whats inside
might just be the one that gives
u butterflies
The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Best Smile
It was a portrait
Of six feet height
Full size Lady Grace,
Minus lips on her face.
With all his skill
The artist failed still,
To give her a smile,
Free from any style.
He scanned every mile,
For that unseen smile,
One lovely to admire,
Forever, the world over.
Smiles, smiles every where,
But not a smile there,
New, true and plain,
His lady should own.
His wife smiled.
His girl smiled.
His servant smiled.
His boss smiled.
The milkmaid smiled.
The cartman smiled.
The beggar smiled.
The neighbour smiled.
The dandy smiled.
The waiter smiled.
The grocer smiled.
The councilor smiled.
He saw an ambitious smile,
Not an aesthetic smile,
And a cunning smile,
Not a winning smile.
He saw a dubious smile,
Not a divine smile,
And a greedy smile,
Not a graceful smile.
He saw a mischievous smile,
Not a magnanimous smile,
And a voluptuous smile,
Not a virtuous smile.
Smiles, with strings, he found,
Wherever he went round,
But not the best one,
The Lady Grace won.
The smile, the best,
He found at last,
From his own child,
Rocking in the cradle.
Now the Lady Grace smiled.
Thanks to the child.
The portrait was acclaimed,
The best of its kind.
(Longest word in English is 'Smiles'
Because there is a mile between 'S' and 'S')
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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