Old Dog Tray
THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Chorus: Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind, I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone,
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Chorus.
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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If You Love And Really Love
always be ready
with a tray of
forgiveness
like fresh fruits
and flowers on the tray
of hope
serve forgiveness
heartily
and then be happy again
dining on the table
of love
by the window the
sun is always ready with
the rays of
more blessings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Disappointed for M lady Ernestine
The Jackdaws are excitedly
feasting on the cast away
remains of someone’s takeaway.
Discarded by them thoughtlessly.
They’re squabbling vociferously
as they jostle for the best place
and very soon there is no trace
of the feast provided free.
The plastic tray is now quite clean,
then they fly off in search of more
It is as if the food had never been.
But one latecomer lone jackdaw
examines the now empty tray.
Squawks his disgust and flies away.
8-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Sale
Solitude!
Blackout!
I try to pull out of my chest
This sad heart.
To place it in a tray
And make a sale,
Who gives more?
Who gives more?
For this heart full of sweetness,
Solitude and memory?
Total silence
Everybody looks at,
They admire it,
They proclaim it,
It is pure, sincere, it dims our eyes,
It is a diamond… it is not for us,
Everybody moves away,
Alone my heart stays,
In a silver tray,
And
Its solitude! ...
(translated by Nelson Francisco de Andrade)
poem by UMBELINA FROTA Linhares Pimenta Bastos
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The Old Man alone in his room
He doesn't like to talk
just sits quietly
never smiles or laughs.
Won't join in any of the games,
eats his meals in his room
leaves his tray outside the door.
Next to his bed is a black and white
photograph of a man in uniform.
In a drawer lie medals covered by socks,
bravery hidden away.
He can hear laughter outside his room
as he stares out of his window at a dark cold sky.
When the sun shines he likes to feed the birds,
a squirrel takes food from his outstretched hand.
One day his tray isn't outside the door,
outside a lone squirrel waits.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Movement of Bodies
Those of you that have got through the rest, I am going to rapidly
Devote a little time to showing you, those that can master it,
A few ideas about tactics, which must not be confused
With what we call strategy. Tactics is merely
The mechanical movement of bodies, and that is what we mean by it.
Or perhaps I should say: by them.
Strategy, to be quite frank, you will have no hand in.
It is done by those up above, and it merely refers to,
The larger movements over which we have no control.
But tactics are also important, together or single.
You must never forget that, suddenly, in an engagement,
You may find yourself alone.
This brown clay model is a characteristic terrain
Of a simple and typical kind. Its general character
Should be taken in at a glance, and its general character
You can, see at a glance it is somewhat hilly by nature,
With a fair amount of typical vegetation
Disposed at certain parts.
Here at the top of the tray, which we might call the northwards,
Is a wooded headland, with a crown of bushy-topped trees on;
And proceeding downwards or south we take in at a glance
A variety of gorges and knolls and plateaus and basins and saddles,
Somewhat symmetrically put, for easy identification.
And here is our point of attack.
But remember of course it will not be a tray you will fight on,
Nor always by daylight. After a hot day, think of the night
Cooling the desert down, and you still moving over it:
Past a ruined tank or a gun, perhaps, or a dead friend,
In the midst of war, at peace. It might quite well be that.
It isn't always a tray.
And even this tray is different to what I had thought.
These models are somehow never always the same: for a reason
I do not know how to explain quite. Just as I do not know
Why there is always someone at this particular lesson
Who always starts crying. Now will you kindly
Empty those blinking eyes?
I thank you. I have no wish to seem impatient.
I know it is all very hard, but you would not like,
To take a simple example, to take for example,
This place we have thought of here, you would not like
To find yourself face to face with it, and you not knowing
What there might be inside?
Very well then: suppose this is what you must capture.
It will not be easy, not being very exposed,
Secluded away like it is, and somewhat protected
By a typical formation of what appear to be bushes,
So that you cannot see, as to what is concealed inside,
As to whether it is friend or foe.
And so, a strong feint will be necessary in this, connection.
It will not be a tray, remember. It may be a desert stretch
With nothing in sight, to speak of. I have no wish to be inconsiderate,
But I see there are two of you now, commencing to snivel.
I do not know where such emotional privates can come from.
Try to behave like men.
I thank you. I was saying: a thoughtful deception
Is always somewhat essential in such a case. You can see
That if only the attacker can capture such an emplacement
The rest of the terrain is his: a key-position, and calling
For the most resourceful manoeuvres. But that is what tactics is.
Or I should say rather: are.
Let us begin then and appreciate the situation.
I am thinking especially of the point we have been considering,
Though in a sense everything in the whole of the terrain,
Must be appreciated. I do not know what I have said
To upset so many of you. I know it is a difficult lesson.
Yesterday a man was sick,
But I have never known as many as five in a single intake,
Unable to cope with this lesson. I think you had better
Fall out, all five, and sit at the back of the room,
Being careful not to talk. The rest will close up.
Perhaps it was me saying 'a dead friend', earlier on?
Well, some of us live.
And I never know why, whenever we get to tactics,
Men either laugh or cry, though neither is strictly called for.
But perhaps I have started too early with a difficult task?
We will start again, further north, with a simpler problem.
Are you ready? Is everyone paying attention?
Very well then. Here are two hills.
poem by Henry Reed
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Old Black Joe
1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
6 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
7 [Solo] Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
8 Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
9 Grieving for forms Now departed long a go?
10 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
11 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
12 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
13 [Solo] Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
14 The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
15 Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
16 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
17 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
18 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Friends
What is a friend
Could it be that it's just a word
Or something in your life that you've heard
Or just another one of those big fat lies
Because many nights this word has made me cry
So hard my stomach hurts deep down inside
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
How could you call yourself a friend
Oh oh there goes that word again
That brings people together and tears them apart
It's always said by those who claim they love you
When all the while they want to fill your shoes
And never calling you up with no good news
They're always happy when your through
They never want the best for you
They're always trying to fill your shoes
(I don't understand this kind of friend)
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
Opportunity's knocking here comes my friend
uh oh there goes that word again
(they only come around when they need something y'all)
They call you everyday 'til they reel you in
And they want to hang out so you can spend on them
(I don't understand, I don't understand this kind of friend)
[chorus]
uh oh there goes that word again
How do we let it end
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe my very eyes
Right to my face you lied
Cause you're my so-called friend
[repeat chorus til fade]
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Saturday Clothes
I feel a blue cause I cant sew
Theres still a lot of things that I should know
Anyone can guess
I dont know how to press
My saturday clothes
Everyones goin home
I feel a little sad to watch them leave
But Ill be cool because I dont believe
The happy times are gone
I can still put on
My saturday clothes
Every warm body knows
Ive got to tell you
That was a swell time
So now Ill take the butts away
And put the glasses on the tray
Ill see you all next saturday
I feel a little off because theyre gone
And if my gal were here Id still be on
But in a week or two
Theres lots of things to do
In my saturday clothes
Everyones gone home
Ive got to tell you
That was a swell time
So now Ill take the butts away
And put the glasses on the tray
Ill see you all next saturday
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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As a prospector
Searches his tray for riches
Waves pan the foreshore
And ev'ning sun transforms dunes
Bars of gold along the beach.
tanka by Martin O'Neill
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Barnes & Noble Days
Working at Barnes and Noble
was interesting indeed,
I had managed to succeed
in doing many book readings.
I had my books short listed by Kim,
she was sweet and let my books in.
In Barnes and Noble for the very first time,
so I could read my books that really do rhyme.
In reading my book “Sarah’s Special Birthday”
children got to sit in the chair by a tray.
singing “Happy Birthday” with their very own name.
Tray had on it a cake that did very much light,
it lit up from UniCandle unicorn right on site.
Blowing out the “fake cake” the kids were amazed,
How could the cake light up
was the question they had raised.
Many older kids knew the trick,
They rubbed the white lever they did click.
Now, kids loved Melodie and UniCandle unicorn too,
I would sign their books with their names and Sue.
Now I will go by Suzae instead,
at the end of my show when I have read,
my books for when you go to bed.
They are dream books about
Adventures to be told,
hopefully I will get them
in major bookstores
before I am really old.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Loaded
Island, Ireland, Holland, band, strand;
And like your water of gall! !
But try to educate mew with your love.
Land, sand, and, bland, brand, rand;
And like the muse of hate that turns your love away from me!
However, the raod of life is not always straight.
Belay, way, away, say, ray, stay, tray, tray;
Walking and still searching for you!
And like the words of joy in the land of peace.
Bray, lay, clay, day, May, pay, fray, gray;
Come and set me free with your love!
For, i am still in the thick forest searching for you.
Hay, nay, may, play, gay, pray, quay, jay;
And like the days of love and the days of care!
But, try to educate me with your sweet muse of love.
Loaded, load, deal, lead, dad;
With many rules and many acts to reach out to you!
But true love is wghat i need to move me on.
Dead, led, lad, add, so doe, Leo;
But, walking around and still searching for you!
For, this dream must surely come true.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Those Ingrates.....
as guests the welcome is made
after the roasted chicken and
the rice, come the fruits on
a silver tray and the cups of
red wine,
the conversations link from past
to present,
laughter decorates the veranda of
the house
glasses clink and the sound of
happy sipping pleases all
ears
music is played, and a bed is
offered for the night's sleep
they left two days after and it
was perfect free accommodation
and entertainment for them all
they said when you come to their
place, just make a call,
and indeed on that sunny month of
May where you want to make merry
you come to their place and make
a call,
their cellphones are off, or that
they cannot be reached, or that
the lines are busy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Barnes And Noble Days
Working at Barnes and Noble
was interesting indeed,
I had managed to succeed
in doing many book readings.
I had my books short listed by Kim,
she was sweet and let my books in.
In Barnes and Noble for the first time,
so I could read my books that really do rhyme.
In reading my book "Sarah's Special Birthday"
children got to sit in the chair by a tray.
singing "Happy Birthday" with their very own name.
Tray had on it a cake that did very much light,
it lit up from UniCandle unicorn right on site.
Blowing out the "fake cake" the kids were amazed,
How could the cake light up
was the question they had raised.
Many older kids knew the trick,
They rubbed the white lever they did click.
Now, kids loved Melodie and UniCandle unicorn too,
I would sign their books with their names and Sue.
Now I will go by Suzae instead,
at the end of my show when I have read,
my books for when you go to bed.
They are dream books about
Adventures to be told,
hopefully I will get them
in major bookstores
before I am really old.
Written by Suzae Chevalier
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Culinary Candidate
A cook adorned with paper cap,
Or waiter with a tray,
May be a worthy kind of chap
In his way,
But when we want one for Recorder,
Then, Mr. Walton, take our order.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Rain Rime
Ray ray ray ray ray ray
T- ray t –ray t- ray t- ray
Tray- tray tray- tray tray- tray
T- rain t- rain t- rain t- rain
Train- rain train- rain train- rain
To rain to rain to rain to rain
T- rhine t- rhine t- rhine t- rhine
To rhine to rhine to rhine to rhine
T- rhyme t- rhyme t -rhyme t- rhyme
To rhine to rhyme to rhine to rhyme
Train to rhine to rain to rhyme
Train to rhine to rain to rhyme
poem by Raveendran N.V.
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Smack a tray of water and you get to wash your face.
Jillian
I've Been Dreaming For So Long
To Find The Meaning
To Understand
The Secret Of Life
Why Am I Here
To Try Again
We'll Always
We'll Always
See The Truth,
When Its Stares Ya In The Face
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself
Breaking These Chains
Chorus
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back It's My Fault
Your Destiny Is Forlorn
After The Turning Sun
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back
And Then I've Lost
My Key On The Way
I've Been Living For So Long
Many Seasons Past Me By
I've Seen Kindoms Through Ages
Rise And Fall
I've Seen It All
I've Seen The Harbour
I've Seen The Wonders
Happing Just In Front Of My Eyes
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself By Breaking It Right?
Chorus
Jillian
Our Dream Ended Long Ago
All Our Stories
And All Our Glories
I Held So Dear
We Won't Be Together For Ever and Ever
No More Tears
I'll Always Be Here
'Till The End
"Voices" Jillian
Chorus
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Friend
(Chorus)
Friend there will never be a friend
As dear to me as You
There will never be another
Closer than a brother
Friend always worth the wait
Faithful as the day
You say we are friends
You know all about me
The good and the bad
You know when I rise and fall
You see my beginning
You satnd at the end
And yet You remain
Faithful to say I'm Your friend
(Repeat Chorus)
Everytime You call me
I receive Your healing
Everytime You call me friend
(Repeat Chorus)
song performed by by Israel
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Cherry Blossom Clinic Revisited
(it was one morning when I woke up, and then I found out that theyd signed some
Papers, and then I was gonna be kept in a bed owing to my state of mind.
And then I found out that the authorities had said, um, that Id gotta
Have special food fed to me for my thoughts, um, and I think its because,
Because I was going off my...)
Head
Sunbeam from flowered skies
Twenty thousand butterflies
Glorify my...
Turn from hot to very cool
Though it seems incredible
I could ride a bike around the room
Cherry blossom clinic
Is there any truth in what they say
Cherry blossom clinic
Lock me in and throw the key away
In this sad position where I lie
From the corner of my eye
Callous friends just pass me by
Doctor pays a visit
Everyday I keep asking for my dad
They must think Im going mad
Lift the blankets off my face
Quick before I suffocate
Trying hard to meditate
Tell the people, what a scene
Write a letter to the queen
Asking her if she can come to tea
Chorus
Up above the sun is high
Like a tea tray in the sky
Helicopter lands upon my bed
Phantom horses quickly fade
Turning into lemonade
Probably feel better when Im dead
Chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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