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The Beat

Everything changes,
Except for me:
This paradox burns my boots,
And into life I pass;
Beating the well-meaning devil phrase,
Long night's doctrine,
pharasaism of time;
A jolt to the groin, pinhole of supergas-
I remain upright,
old lion in trance.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Neutered Boots

Neutered Boots,
Looked at me as if I knew...
The agony of losing,
Jewels once cherished.
Like a bonding of a maleness,
Had been sliced and diced.
And I was petting him gently...
Just trying to be nice.

But Boots had never been kneed,
In the groin.
Or have an affection wished dismissed,
By someone close Boots had lived with.

Boots is a kitten!
He'll get over it.
However...
Not too many other cats,
Will come to appreciate...
Where Boots is at.
And Boots will have to learn that...
On his own!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spanish Boots

(beck, stewart, wood)
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
Long spanish boots on a so long!
I took a day job in bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
High spanish boots on a so long!
Dig it
I took a spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, mr. nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said so long!
Laced up my high boots and so long!
Goodbye
... am on a job you see
cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots on and so long!
Put on my boots and said so long!
Those old spanish boots
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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He plays his old Mandolin on a Sunday Fair!

As far back as the 4th century BCE, Greeks such as Aristotle and Euclid wrote on naturally-occurring rudimentary pinhole cameras. For example, light may travel through the slits of wicker baskets or the crossing of tree leaves.[1] (The circular dapples on a forest floor, actually pinhole images of the sun, can be seen to have a bite taken out of them during partial solar eclipses opposite to the position of the moon's actual occultation of the sun because of the inverting effect of pinhole lenses.)

The rich man after he dies
Goes to Paradise!
And the poor man
While he lives on & off
Goes to hell!
And after he dies
Nobody knows
Where he goes?
Your shiny coin
And my rusty till
They're forever friends!
The droplet from pauper's Bar
Wet my dry gullet in the night
And I get a sound sleep
Sometimes with Queen of the Night.
Hey! My young Amateur photographer
Take a picture from your pinhole camera please
And I protect that photo for my obituary notice!

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Boots

INFANTRY COLUMNS

We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you.
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again);
Men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

Try--try--try--try--to think o' something different --
Oh--my--God--keep--me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Count--count--count--count--the bullets in the bandoliers.
If--your--eyes--drop--they will get atop o' you!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again) --
There's no discharge in the war!

We--can--stick--out--'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But--not--not--not--not the chronic sight of 'em --
Boot--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

'Taint--so--bad--by--day because o' company,
But night--brings--long--strings--o' forty thousand million
Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!

I--'ave--marched--six--weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It--is--not--fire--devils, dark, or anything,
But boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Crazy Jane On God

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.

song performed by by Van Morrison
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In Trance

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
I wake up in the morning
And the sun begins to shine
The day did sneak up on the night
I see your face and I see myself
And I get a little taste of life
I try to stand it for a while
But Im in a trance
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me calling
Im in a trance
I take too much in the saturday night
Hey... hey
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me calling
Im in a trance
I wanna try to stop this life
I feel so sad Im feeling down
On the radio the music plays
Im in love with her and I feel fine
I close my eyes
I think today is getting better with a sip of wine
And I can stand it for a while
When Im in a trance
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me calling
Im in a trance
I take too much in the saturday night
Hey... hey
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me calling
Im in a trance
I wanna try to stop this life
Im in a trance
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me caling
Im in a trance
I take too much in the saturday night
Hey...hey
Hey baby tell me cant you hear me calling
Im in a trance
I wanna try to stop this life

song performed by by Scorpions
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Die With Your Boots On

(toby keith/jim femino)
Daddy was a gambler
Back in seventy-two
He had a taste for the nightlife and he
Loved his booze
He had a woman on one arm
And a tattoo on the other
It was hard to read I dont know what it said
Somethin about my mother
I stood over his shoulder back in bakersfield
He had some rhinestone boots with those high ridin heels
He bet a ton of money
On a hand I thought was dead
When those sevens cleaned the table up
He just looked around and said
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you wont
Sometimes you beat that devil
Sometimes you dont
Were all just killin time
Til the good lord calls us home
And the best that you can hope for is to die
With your boots on
I drive a big rig from shore to shore
Ive got a woman beside me
And my name out on the door
Cant make no money
If I dont outrun the man
Thats why you find me streakin through the night
Catch me if you can
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you wont
Sometimes you beat that devil
Sometimes you dont
Were all just killin time
Til the good lord calls us home
And the best that you can hope for is to die
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you wont
Sometimes you outrun that devil
Sometimes you dont
Were all just killin time
Til the good lord calls us home
And the best that you can hope for is to die
With your boots on
With your boots on

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Two Little Boots

TWO little boots all rough an' wo',
Two little boots!
Laws, I's kissed 'em times befo',
Dese little boots!
Seems de toes a-peepin' thoo
Dis hyeah hole an' sayin' 'Boo!'
Evah time dey looks at you —
Dese little boots.
Membah de time he put 'em on,
Dese little boots;
Riz an' called fu' 'em by dawn,
Dese little boots;
Den he tromped de livelong day,
Laffin' in his happy way,
Evaht'ing he had to say,
'My little boots!'
Kickin' de san' de whole day long,
Dem little boots;
Good de cobblah made 'em strong,
Dem little boots!
Rocks was fu' dat baby's use,
I'on had to stan' abuse
W'en you tu'ned dese champeens loose
Dese little boots!
Ust to make de ol' cat cry,
Dese little boots;
Den you walked it mighty high,
Proud little boots!
Ahms akimbo, stan'in' wide,
Eyes a-sayin' 'Dis is pride!'
Den de manny-baby stride!
You little boots.
Somehow, you don' seem so gay,
Po' little boots,
Sence yo' ownah went erway,
Po' little boots!
Yo' bright tops don' look so red,
Dese brass tips is dull an' dead;
'Goo'-by,' whut de baby said;
Deah little boots!
Ain't you kin' o' sad yo'se'f,
You little boots?
Dis is all his mammy's lef',
Two little boots.
Sence huh baby gone an' died,
Heav'n itse'f hit seem to hide
Des a little bit inside
Two little boots.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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El Diablo

(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Enter newborn players and gather, weigh their innocence
Only the brightest shine but not forever.
Many lights die, many tears rain,
When those tears run dry, on a mountain madness day.
You were just in time for a foolish deal, for love I sold -
I cant stand another howling day inside this empty skin.
While the becons burn Ill say
Await return from so far away..
One life, with the devil do I play
For so long, el diablo is to blame
Oh..oh..oh..
Oh el diablo, el diablo wont you sell me back my soul
Oh el diablo, el diablo wont you sell me back my soul
Wedding is on the wind does she blow my way?
She can dance and she can sing, she will tear your heart away.
While the promise burns Ill stay
And will you return from so far away?
One life within the devil do I play
Its been so long, el diablo is to blame
One life with the devil do I play
For so long, el diablo is to blame
One life, but the devil is in my ways
Oh..oh..oh

song performed by by Duran Duran
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The Horror Of The Nights

Again the savage night came to hug my heart

With it's dark wings

How scary you are like a devil

You come
everyday to bring the horror to my soul.

To remind me that the happiness had passed my way long time ago

And empty days are all that I own

To remain everyday again and again

The pain of the past

And now you are here again

It's the end of the day

Yesterday I have had the faith

May tomorrow I will catch the happiness one more time again

But tomorrow came and i'm still the same

I know it's too late

The days are slipping like a moment among the fingers of the lifetime

And the years are running to chase each other

Everyone had catched their time

And had found her way to happiness somehow, somewhere

But I am still Waiting every new day

May I can find my way somehow someday

The stormy winds of the life

Have took away
my happiness

For a while I forgot myself
Asleep

But it took my years

When I woke up at once

The years had passed
me by

The devil of the night was there to remain the pain.

I took my phone book To call my friends

But the pages were empty

No one was there.

I Looked out of the balcony

And I saw there were people

At the darkness of the night

Dough the sky was crying with me

But the lovers were there

Holding each other hands

They never were aware of

The darkness of the night

Or crying of the sky

They were just in love

It's admiring how charming you become

When the lovers are around

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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You can't live a long life and remain upright.

Sicilian proverbs
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The Logic Of Poetry Has a Color And Shape Of Its Own

THE LOGIC OF POETRY HAS A COLOR AND SHAPE OF ITS OWN

The logic of poetry has a color and shape of its own
Its clear silences ring deeply as paradox confounded into meaning
How many others have made Beauty of words
And still are sung of only by the Silence?

How these days go by longing to remain alive
Because life itself bears within it the best of these most poignant dying moments?

Our doom is certain and our final word never to be clearly heard
But we as we are can be in this world for our time with all its beauty as us-
There is no more wonder than this God gives-

We look out and up each day as a child may still look for its first light above-

No one knows where the darkness ends and even if it is darkness at all
We say the word ‘God’ and all we know and mean is that our greatest meaning must be beyond us – if it is to be at all
‘God’ we say ‘God’
And who are we and what are we
if not a part too of this Beauty somehow greater than we can ourselves ever really hold on to?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Rolling Cross

The cross stands for no ones mentor
Except a person who people call a debtor
Jesus died on a cross which stood upright
Peter died twice on a cross which stood upside down
Who will like to be hung on a rolling cross?
Who will like to die thrice rolling?
Such person's destiny is bent
Then there shall be lots of open doors
Open but narrow
And only the few that let theirs roll could pass
Their lives shall be like that of the rolling cross
And so shall can they change their fates
Now, who shall like to be hung on a rolling cross?
Therefore, who shall like to die thrice rolling?
Is there not change of opinions?
No one wants to die without gain
Until there is gain
Then one can withstand the pain
That is why man's mind is like that of the cross
Man is a rolling cross
A storm to his journey
A terrace to his erosion
Like feeding a lion with nuts
When the lion needs meat
And only if the cross stays upright
Or even upside down,
Even if man doesn't want to die rolling
All his life,
He shall be the rolling cross

poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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A Gas Butterfly

Tell me what's happening to me?
Why is my heart beating so fervently?
why has this madness, like a wave,
Broken through the rock of habit?

Is it my strength or just my torment
I'm too disturbed to tell:
From the shimmering lines of life
I extract a forgotten phrase...

Is it a thief who turns his lantern
Upon the crowd of dreary letters?
I can't help reading the phrase,
But haven't the strength to go back...

It really had to flare up,
But it only harries the darkness;
All night, like a gas-flame butterfly
It trembles, but cannot escape...

poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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I Need You

Like an eagle soaring through the sky
I can see beyond the borders of our lives
No more fighting, no more taking sides
Now Im standing here with both arms open wide
Talk to me and I wont be a stranger
Close your eyes, and we both feel the same
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Stand beside me, we can work it out
I could use some help, and thats what loves about
Look through my eyes, past the setting sun
I could see a day when we can live as one
Take my hand; let nothing come between us
I will be here for you til the end
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Hear me out; use your heart to listen
Different worlds cant keep us apart
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
I need you
Ill be here when you need me
Ill hold you as dear to me as life (as dear to me as life)
I need you
Youve given love a new meaning
Youre a part of me inside
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you,
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Who's Bed Have Your Boots Been Under

Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Don't look so lonely
Don't act so blue
I know I'm not the only
Girl you run to
I know about Lolita
Your little Spanish flame
I've seen you around with Rita
The redhead down the lane
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
I heard you've been sneakin'
Around with Jill
And what about that weekend
With Beverly Hill
And I've seen you walkin'
With long legs Louise
And you weren't just talkin'
Last night with Denise
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
Come on boots...
So next time you're lonely
Don't call on me
Try the operator
Maybe she'll be free
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
And who did you run to?
And whose lips have you been kissin'?
And whose ear did you make a wish in?
Is she the one that you've been missin', baby?
Well whose bed have your boots been under?
I wanna know whose bed, baby
Whoa baby, tell me
Whose bed, yes I wanna know
You better start talkin'
Or you better start walkin

song performed by by Shania Twain
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Flavor Fed That Feeds Defeating

Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!

Your eyes are looking all around on the ground,
To find yourself with meaning...
And something you discover that fits.
But nothing that you pick seems of benefit!

Your eyes are looking all around to be found,
As someone to be lifted and praised.
And saved from stress you labor!
With a flavor of life you savor and crave.

Gifts you were given are gone.
What did you do that was wrong.
Did you sit with your gifts to drift...
In a mind where they didn't stay long!

Gifts you were given are gone.
And now just stress you labor.
Gifts you were given are gone.
And this is life you savor.