Cinema
a face hangs at a parted curtain
across a landing
rain drips from the knife-slits of red lips
he smears the pock-marked door
with the juice of bitter fruit
in the street outside
would any of it seep sliverlike
even if somehow
it could bypass the tumblers in the lock
from his mouth a cry
and how ankle-deep
it ranalong
the gutters of his grief
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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In the eyes of a lover a pock-marked face is one with pretty dimples.
Heads
Papersnow
From no talking just heads
(a. partridge, c. frantz, j. harrison, t. blast murray, t. weymouth)
Andy partridge: vocals, whistles and lyrics
Tina weymouth: backing vocals and bass guitar
Blast murray: guitar
Chris frantz: bongos, drums and loops
Jerry harrison: keyboards
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Pink confetti, shotgun wedding
Rocket secrets someones shredding
Nineteenth floor.
Laundry ticket that exploded
Joust with quaker pamphlet goaded
Into war.
Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone elses
Ticker tape parade
Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...
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Till receipt from montezumas
Burger hut.
Every day a billion dollars
Fall as black and white blue-collars
Plough their rut.
Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
Softly, softly, softly
All of our works blow away...
Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone elses
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Jets folded from wall street journal
Shoot down cartons care of colonels
Chicken ranch.
Kleenex where the guys been cryin
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Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone elses
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song performed by by Xtc
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Heads
Papersnow
From no talking just heads
(a. partridge, c. frantz, j. harrison, t. blast murray, t. weymouth)
Andy partridge: vocals, whistles and lyrics
Tina weymouth: backing vocals and bass guitar
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[transcribed by troy peters
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Rocket secrets someones shredding
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Ankle deep we heroes amble
Ankle deep we wade
Ankle deep through someone elses
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Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
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Fall as black and white blue-collars
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Softly, softly, softly
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Ankle deep through someone elses
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Shoot down cartons care of colonels
Chicken ranch.
Kleenex where the guys been cryin
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To new branch.
Softly, softly, softly
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Letter that Id meant to send you
To torpedo and up-end you
Sheet by sheet.
Tore up all the beg and bitter
Add them to the drift of litter
On your street.
Softly, softly, softly
Falls papersnow...
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song performed by by Xtc
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(Love Poem) Bitter Sweet Rose
Bitter sweet rose will you be mine?
Or am I wasting my time?
Bitter sweet rose you smell divine.
Do you have a succulent kiss?
Is it something I've already missed?
Bitter sweet rose what gives?
Is it how we must live?
Bitter sweet rose will you answer my questions?
Are you devote?
Do you stray when your bored?
Will you doubt?
Is what you want something more?
Bitter sweet rose are you keeping score?
Will you try something new?
Will you lock your door?
Do your lips taste like dew?
Bitter sweet rose do you want to go?
Do you love the snow?
Is this right?
Is this what you want tonight?
Bitter sweet rose, oh my bitter rose.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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1. Two Red Candles Burning Through Night
chinese wedding
two red candles burn
though the night
wax sizzles,
drips, drips
with our red hot
passion for each other
drips, drips
fluidly down the bar
the whole night
drips, drips, with
each pause of
our desire
each hug of our
affirmation for
each other
drips, drips
with our thirst
for each other
drips, drips
and clings to
the bar, warm
as our bosoms
drips, drips
solidifying
the night into our
assurance
for each other
drips drips till
the morning
turning the night
into an ecstatic
tour de force,
a union crystallising in
a mass of bliss
resting quiet on
the base of two
exhaust candles
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thank You For Loving Me
Its hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
Theres no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the doors
Well leave the world outside
All Ive got to give to you
Are these five words when i
Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldnt see
For parting my lips
When I couldnt breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The skys a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, youd make believe
That you believed my lies
Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldnt see
For parting my lips
When I couldnt breathe
Thank you for loving me
You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me
Solo
Lock the doors
Well leave the world outside
All Ive got to give to you
Are these five words when i
Chorus:
Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldnt see
You parted my lips
When I couldnt breathe
Thank you for loving me
When I couldnt fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldnt breathe
Thank you for loving me
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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I Step Out Of The Door
i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not opened
it is humid
it is cold
and i step out of the door the windows still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades
and shaken
i look upon a sky
and there is this star still shining despite the opening of the
mouth of the morning
after a deep sleep
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Repost Of The Past Poem
i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not open
it is humid and cold
i step out of the door the windows are still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades and shaken
i look upon the sky
and there is this star still shining
despite the opening of the mouth of the morning
i was in deep slumber
i close my eyes
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh, Gray And Tender Is The Rain
Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips, drips on the pane!
A hundred things come in the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore.
I see the pool out in the grass,
A bit of broken glass;
The red flags running wet and straight,
Down to the little flapping gate.
Lombardy poplars tall and three,
Across the road I see;
There is no loveliness so plain
As a tall poplar in the rain.
But oh, the hundred things and more,
That come in at the door! --
The smack of mint, old joy, old pain,
Caught in the gray and tender rain.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Endless Walk
walking cold to the bone in the rain
wind cuts like a knife in my skin
water drips off my face i look around to see
it's just me walking in the rain, my mind is full of clouds
i start to wonder why does it rain, why am i walking, how long has it been raining, how long have i been walking...
i look at my wrist to see there's no watch
i reach for my pocket to feel there's no pocket
except strings of fibers, fibers are all thats left
from what used to be clothing
my skin looks pale and is full of scars
i fall down on my knees it terrifies me to see the reflection in the puddle of water this is not the face i remember as my own
i stand up only to realise the street is not there
it's just a dark floor
i look around there's a wall on both sides
i look up to scream there's no sound only water that fills my eyes
before i can make sense of it my body starts to move
i'm walking again, where am i going, why can't i stop
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Summer Storm
it came stamping down the street
one heaving June (so thick my
tongue could slice the air)
complaining all the way,
grumbling, gargling each dropp as
it pelted my shoes with muffled joy,
and a little bit of
god would show as he parted the
sky in a sudden quick
(just to let us know he's still around)
the clouds all
coughed til their summered
juice spilled on cracked asphalt -
which never said thankyou.
with each deep breath of every cloud i
sighed and groaned for the mad
freedom of the shimmering storm
not wishing for the power of
the air, but just to be a piece
of rain and splatter love on the
sidewalk.
(June 9,1965)
poem by Donna Ialongo
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The Sour Lemon Tree
A sour lemon tree flower attracts the bee
While its fruit is bitter not so its flower
White is its flower sweet and very pretty
Only the fruit is bitter and that's just a pity
As the beauty of its flower resist not a bee
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
With fruit that is bitter bears a lemon tree
But useful is its fruit good for everyday use
Once said a bee... your flower is very sweet
It carries fragrance scented out in the street
Yet bears you fruit bitter no one wants to eat
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
A citrus tree with fruit no other tree bears
Then out of the tree came a nice neat voice
'Twas like a voice of one who's very wise
This is what it said trees are not so free
One made a decree for every bearing tree
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
The Creator decides the fruit a tree bears
Whether it be bitter or whether it be sweet
The Creator decrees for every bearing tree
To bring forth fruit ordained for it to bear
Then sweet or bitter bears a tree its fruit
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree.
poem by Clarence Prince
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As Sorrow Leads
You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
You take the knife from your table
You slit you wrists and watch the blood drip
They wouldn't help even if they were able
They would just smurk and curve their lip
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your eyes search for answers, they look deep
The knife shines red, as you turn it
Tonight you will forever sleep
The room is lightly lit
Tomorrow will never come
This you know
A distant horror for most yet a dream for some
Some say it's black as night others as white as snow
The blood slowly drips to your bed
This is where sorrow has led
For tomorrow you will be dead
Your mind is filled with pain
Waiting, waiting for a sign
The lamb will rest with the lion head on his maine
You think as you watch 'I know no future, but this is mine.'
Your heart beats it's last beats
Your eye lids close and your head falls
It is the creator you will meet
When you think this you smiles and then your heart stalls
The blood slowly drips to the bed
This is where sorrow has led
For now you are dead.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Coal Train Robberies (demo)
Yesterday's coal train came to rest in the bitter cutting
And as the signals took an age to change it was easy pickings
So you go to the movies where they smash it up
You want to feel your heart pumping it makes you feel good
All through the karaoke girls were squealing the hits
As another mercedes-benz gets blown to bits
While all the time in the camptown theatres of piccadilly
They're going to throw a black-face minstrel show for the barefoot children
That they're always selling
They'll say "it's quaint" as the guilty ones faint and claim they ain't underneath this paint
We interrupt these liberal saints with their whips and watermelon
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
So we return to whitewashed pout of his committed lips
Since he was declared the long lost fountain
Of youth that drips and drips and drips
They'll be sending him round from door to door,
To sell you back what's already yours
"so many good deeds, so little time"
Say the advertising agency swine
When man has destroyed what he thinks he owns
I hope no living thing cries over his bones
If you don't believe that i'm going for good
You can count the days i'm gone and chop up
The chairs for firewood
Reports are coming in of a coal-train robbery
It's like another world, or it had better be
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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So, you want fight? ? ?
So, you want fight? ? ?
This is the rules:
I run first and you try catch me
the little two colorful cakes
the judge!
Our area, all the house
so i can run freely for
you can not immobilize me
and take advantage and lock the door
So, prepared? ? ?
Now! ! ! !
I run and you get me easily
no, no, no....again! ! ! !
i escaped like a crazy
twirling my body and kickin your lips
throw me on the floor
Stop! ! ! The little ones supplicate
you are out!
you distracted i am running away! ! ! !
Some object and straight on your head
Oh! Sorry! Mam's present?
Dizzy? now you on the floor!
Give up, now, i said!
but you don't and jump on me
grab my hands like claws
i can't move, so a punch
Now a crystal Vase!
sorry! was from daddy? ?
heavy in your face
Ran into the door
You equally fast,
block and bypass
No way, so i pray
a pretender way
And you gentle
give me a hug
i am thinking
in a route to escape
ONE RING!
I get the balcony!
two Rings!
I meet the ground! UI!
Three Rings!
Where I am? Silence! Oh!
the Two little colorful cake
has swallowed my poem
my only victory over you! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Fight
Red drips from my chin where I have been eating.
Not all the blood, nowhere near all, is wiped off my mouth.
Clots of red mess my hair
And the tiger, the buffalo, know how.
I was a killer.
Yes, I am a killer.
I come from killing.
I go to more.
I drive red joy ahead of me from killing.
Red gluts and red hungers run in the smears and juices
of my inside bones:
The child cries for a suck mother and I cry for war.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Heart Content
When the tongue is used as a whip
Through toxic words that rage
The heart is revealed from those lips,
And the venom's released from its cage.
From out of the mouth the heart speaks,
No pretense can be hidden with masks,
Each word that is written or spoken,
Brings the man's character to task.
Before God all must give account,
For every word or deed that is done,
The judgement and sentence amounts
To the fruit of the words reaped by man.
The tongue has power of life and death,
And those who love it will reap the fruit
Whatever's written, whatever's spoken,
Will crush the heart with bitter roots.
Words have a way of exposing
What is inside the heart of a man
If it is God he is really believing
Or if he is just a plastic 'Christian'.
'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting but the mouth of
the wicked, only what is perverse.'
Proverbs 10: 32
November 8,2008 Tarlac City
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Talk To Me
Its not like before, baby you cant come running back no more...
And talk to me when it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby when the feelin aint right
Who do you think youre foolin not me
September rain is fallin
I see you on the street just passin by
And though your lips are smilin
I can see the coldness in your eyes
So hell is what youve been through
I never thought Id see you round here no more
Now you need someone to talk to
Just like before
You only talk to me when it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby when you hurt deep inside
Who do you think youre foolin not me
You had to have it your way
From you that was a promise and a threat
Now you look for consolation
Just remember what you give is what you get
The hardest part was changin
I was holdin on the dreams from yesterday
I used to be here waitin
Heres what I say
You only talk to me
When it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby
When the feelin aint right
Who do you think youre foolin not me
song performed by by Europe
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Strange Fruit
Lewis allen, sonny white
Seven trees
Bearin strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop
As singed by billie holiday
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter cry.
song performed by by Nina Simone
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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