Tom The Character
Sitting in Starbucks I look to my right
Tom Vilello is sitting there with smile so bright
He tells me he's all Italian and raised in Philly
His grandfather came on boat from Naples, Italy
He says he's a clean cut boy, not in the mob
He dresses real nice, not like a slob
He says the mob were Christians and they
gave food to the poor, they even bought coal
to keep their families warm
He says it's sad the government came in and
threw the mob in jail, he says they helped Philly out
it should be the other way around without any doubt
Now Tom will be 80 in a month or so
He looks more like 60 with his face aglow
I told him he looks really young for his age
He replied he drinks vodka cocktails at restaurant Daves
That's the place he will be
on October 11th having his favorite cup of tea
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Tom The Character
Sitting in Starbucks I look to my right
Tom Vilello is sitting there with smile so bright
He tells me he’s all Italian and raised in Philly
His grandfather came on boat from Naples, Italy
He says he’s a clean cut boy, not in the mob
He dresses real nice, not like a slob
He says the mob were Christians and they
gave food to the poor, they even bought coal
to keep their families warm
He says it’s sad the government came in and
threw the mob in jail, he says they helped Philly out
it should be the other way around without any doubt
Now Tom will be 80 in a month or so
He looks more like 60 with his face aglow
I told him he looks really young for his age
He replied he drinks vodka cocktails at restaurant Daves
That’s the place he will be
on October 11th having his favorite cup of tea
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Im In A Philly Mood
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Turn out the light - I can see
Your face
Its you and I - in the time and place
The radio playing teddys groove
The city nights - nothing love
Couldnt do
Oh, baby, its been too long
I need to feel the same thing
That made that time our own
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come down
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
Lay down your love - I can feel
Your soul
When night is gone let our hearts
Carry on
As sure as you are of the love
We made
I know sometimes weve been so
Out of place
Oh, lately, girl it seems that weve
Come home
To the place that made that time
Our own
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come down
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it twice as smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come on
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Bob Brockodilli from Philly
Bob Brockodilli who is
from Philly
stays at Willie's.
Willie's dog Javeria
is from Chile,
she's fat and very silly.
The first time today Bob
came and stayed,
he played with Daisy dog too.
She begged for his food,
with her eyes so blue.
Then we crossed the street
to listen to the beat
of a Philly band,
recorded at the Tin Angel,
which I understand
is the place to be seen,
so I bought their CD.
They play reggae, blues
and acoustic rock,
was there till 10 o'clock.
It was a fun time,
I enjoyed it a lot.
Thanks Willie and Bob
Brockodilli,
It was a fun time
seeing band from Philly.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Sitting In The Midday Sun
(sung by the tramp)
Im sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
Ive got no need to worry, Im in no hurry
Im looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say Im lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
Id rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all hes got.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
Ive got no home,
Ive got no money
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
I havent got a steady occupation
And I cant afford a telephone.
I havent got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say Im a failure and Ive got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
Ive got my pride,
Ive got no money,
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
Everybody thinks Im crazy,
And everybody says Im dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
Id rather be an out of work bum.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
song performed by by Kinks
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Raised On Robbery
He was sitting in the lounge of the empire hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the maple leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says...
Let me sit down
You know, drinkin alones a shame
Its a shame, its a crying shame
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey-youve got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle
And well have some laughs
Gins what Im drinking
I was raised on robbery
Im a pretty good cook
Im sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
Ill show you my best recipe
I try and I try but I cant save a cent
Im up after midnight, cooking
Trying to make my rent
Im rough but Im pleasin
I was raised on robbery
We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four iane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
First he bought a 57 biscayne
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
That son of a bitch
His bloods bad whiskey
I was raised on robbery
You know you aint bad looking
I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I aint asking for no full length mink
Hey, where you going...
Dont go yet...
Your glass aint empty and we just met
Youre mean when your loaded-
I was raised on robbery
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Boat Drinks
Boat drinks
By: jimmy buffett
1979
Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately, newspaper mentioned cheap air fare
I gotta to fly to saint somewhere
Im close to bodily harm
Twenty degrees and the hockey games on
Nobody cares they are way too far gone
Screamin boat drinks, something to keep em all warm
This mornin, I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
Id like to go where the pace of lifes slow
Could you beam me somewhere mr. scott?
Any ol place here on earth or in space
You pick the century and Ill pick the spot
Oh I know, (I know)
I should be leaving this climate
I got a verse but cant rhyme it
I gotta go where its warm
Boat drinks
Waitress I need two more boat drinks
Then Im headin south fore my dream shrinks
I gotta go where its warm (I gotta go where its warm)
I gotta go where its warm (I gotta go where its warm)
I gotta go where its warm!
I gotta go where there aint any snow
Where there aint any blow
cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where its warm
Notes -
Background vocals: deborah mccoll, harry dailey, jimmy buffett
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Creep Hymn
The creep
Goes to a restaurant
And order the food to eat at the restaurant
But when the food comes he eats a little bit of the food
Just so he can taste it
And he tells everybody very loud that the food that he order
Taste like shit
And then he takes the plate and throws it on the floor
But he lives the restaurant without pay
The waitress from the restaurant looks everywhere for him in the Restaurant
Sorry waitress he is gone out of the door
And he run away so that you couldn't catch him
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Food is god
Food is god
for poor people...!
God is not
Only food...
Rich home
Dog is eat
Nice food...
That food is god...?
yes that also
A god...
Good food is
God...
What is good food...?
Given good health
Always good food...
So...
Non veg
Or veg...
Every good food
Is god...
Simply sit
Silentely eat food
With out hot
And cool drinks...
Food is not only
Poor's god...
With each and
Every one also
food is god...
Give respect and
Take food...
Happley too try too
Thank for god...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Words Of Aaron
Maybe the years have told you
Do you remember when life was just a new day?
You know the story dont you?
The one they told you when life was slipping away
Aah! look at the brand new day
Sitting here upon the milky way
Aah! look at the dancing girls
Sitting holding hands across the world
You got a brand new lady
Just like the one you left down in some other place
Reading all the letters
Saw your face coming through on the ouija board
Aah! look at the brand new day
Sitting here upon the milky way
Aah! look at the dancing girls
Sitting holding hands across the world
You heard the words of aaron
He spoke the truth in these things both great and small
You can throw away the ashes
You sweep them over the world on your own accord
Did you know the real answer?
Youd see the kind of mistakes that you cant afford
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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July....
July is the month where the families get the barbeque grills fired up.
July is the month where the night sky is light up with fire works.
July is the month where many families go out of town to be with family.
July is the month where many kids are dreary because it’s a month away for school.
July is the month where America gets to celebrate its independence from England.
July is the month where many people are dying of the heat of the summer.
July is my favorite month because it’s the time that I get to be myself around my family.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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Sitting On A Fence
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense in fighting
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees no sense at all
Sitting on a fence is a man who strokes his twenty beards
Sitting on a fence is a man who drink real ale
But the real problem with this man
Is he says he cant when he can
Hed rather not get his hands dirty
Hell still be there when hes thirty
I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And Ive just worked out that Im falling apart
Sitting on a fence
Sitting on a fence is a man who looks up to his guardian
Sitting on a fence is a man who swings from poll to poll
Sitting on a fence is a man who sees both sides of both sides
Sitting on a fence is a man who looks down on opinion
But the real problem with this man
Is he says he cant when he can
Hes rather not get his hands dirty
Hell still be there when he is thirty
I told myself to keep my mouth shut
But I still end up saying if and but
I lied to myself right from the start
And Ive just worked out that Im falling apart
Sitting on a fence
song performed by by Housemartins
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For My New Friend
I read a poem the other day,
of how we should look at the inner person.
Not at the way, that person looks or dresses,
nor the texture and colour of their skin,
but the real person that lies within.
I made a new friend last week by doing exactly that.
So many people had told me
that he was arrogant and abusive,
that he expected you
to do everything for him.
The person they were talking about is a paraplegic.
He lives his days in a wheelchair,
has trouble opening doors
and doing the up the laces in his shoes.
So yes, he needs help now and then.
I was helping him navigate
through several sets of doors.
We struck up a conversation,
and as we talked I found
what none of the others had seen.
He wasn’t arrogant and abusive,
but really very polite.
He had lovely sense of humour
and lovely smile.
I could immediately sense
there was a kind heart within.
As we talked I noticed something else too,
this poor lad had a lonely side as well.
By the time we reached the final door,
which I opened, for him,
I felt a little taller.
I had gained a new friend.
We said we would talk again
and left it at that.
Today when I saw him and said “Hello.”
A large smile came across his face,
and it set everything aglow.
1 October 2007
poem by David Harris
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Take things for granted
We all take things for granted,
Like we have mobile phones,
A nice warm house,
Clean clothes and clean water,
Fresh food,
And a nice cosy bed.
People in other countries,
Don't have all of that,
They wish they do,
They want clean water,
They want food,
And a warm secure home.
We take other things for granted like:
Education to learn,
Jobs to get money,
Shops to buy food,
Toys, games and computers to entertain,
Also hospitals and cures for diseases.
Poor countries don't get education,
To learn like us,
They don't have jobs to get money,
Or shops to get food,
Or hospitals or games,
They make their own toys and dolls,
From materials near by.
We take loads of things for granted,
We just don't realise it.
Wrote when in a random mood
poem by StaceyLeigh Olner
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Other Side of the Fence Always Looks Green
I saw a bird
Sitting in the window
She looked
Calm and cozy
I told her
She was lucky
Could fly in the sky
Go from place to place
See the world swiftly
She replied
Other side of the fence
Always looks green
I have to save myself
From big birds
Preying on me
Human beings always
Trying to catch me
Hot summer, cold winter
Kills many of us
Throughout the day
I have to search for food
Cannot store food
Like you can do
Our nests are weak
Get easily destroyed
In rain and storm
To save my life from
A boy with a catapult
Searching for me
I am hiding
In the window
Near you
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Augustine My Great Friend
Augustine who is from another planet far away,
came to live in Minnesota one day.
City of Bemidji he did stay when young,
I never met him there for he was already gone.
He moved to New Jersey where I am from.
I didn't meet him there either,
but soon I would meet him in the sunshine state.
He has a friendly smile and good taste.
Augustine knows Spanish and he can play the guitar,
he lived in South America which is quite far.
He taught English to the military there,
he was a great teacher, even though students
fell asleep sitting in their chairs.
Augustine bought me a great Twianese brunch,
which tasted great for a lunch.
Augustine is a great friend,
he bought me some groceries when my job did end.
Augustine is a great chef,
he is Italian so he knows Italian dinners the best.
Can't wait to taste his Italian cuisine,
more fun times with Augustine.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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When Death
(Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)
When death is coming up your walk,
And you're unaware of his escence,
You invite him in, and have a talk
Which reeks of omniprescence
When death is sitting in your home
And you're enchanted by his smile
He's been to places like Paris and Rome,
You ask him to stay awhile
When death is leaning very near,
And your house is all aglow,
He whispers something in your ear,
You know it's time to go
When death is touching you all around
And he plays within your head,
You cannot see, nor hear a sound,
You know you'll soon be dead
When death becomes a part of you,
In the still of night
There is nothing you can do,
Until you see the light
When death takes you to the place
Where you'll see the light,
You will not find a familiar face,
But you'll be too tired to fight
When death begins to say good bye
And says you're on your own
You watch the light, and then you sigh -
You see how bright it's grown
When death gets up, and walks through the light
(Which feels like half-melted ice)
You follow him through to discover your plight
And find you're in paradise
poem by Michael Troy Buffo
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Motownphilly
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Chorus:
Motownphilly back again
Doin' a little east coast swing
Boyz ii men going off
Not too hard, not too soft
It's long overdue but now
Philly's slammin'
Boyz ii men, abc, bbd
The east coast family
Never skipped a beat, na
While cooling on south street
Jet black benz, plenty of friends
And all the philly steaks you can eat
Back in school
We used to dream about this everyday
Could it really happen?
Or do dreams fade away, yeah
Then we started singin'
They said it sounded smooth
So we started a group and here we are
Kickin' it just for you
Chorus
Michael bivins' rap:
Yo these four new jacks is real
Smooth on the harmony tip
Nate, mike, shawn, and wan
You know the mentality
Keep flippin' the gift
The spotlight is on us now
Watch us do this
Da da, daaa da da, da da da da da da
Live and direct from philly town
Rap and hype and we can get down
We are ready to roll
So now the world will know that we flow
Back in school we used to dream about this everyday
Could it really happen?
Or do dreams fade away
Then we started singing them
They said it sounded smooth
So we started a group and here we are
Kickin' it just for you
Chorus
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Then we started singing them
They said it sounded smooth
Michael bivins' rap:
Now check this out
One day back in philly
Four guys wanted to sing
They came up to me i said
What's your name? (boyz ii men)
Ya know what i'm sayin'
Than i said alright fellas
Well let me see what you can do
And then wan said
Yo mike, check this out
See if this one moves you
Doom doom doom da da, doom doom doom da da
Da di da di da da, da da, daa daa daa
Doom doom doom da da, doom doom doom da da
Da di da di da da, da da, daa daa daa ohh
Chorus
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Boyz ii men, abc, bbd
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Two Boys Fishing
Two little boys fishing
Cheeky lads in short pants
Sitting on a river bank
Sharing sweets and fizzy drinks
Wondering what life may bring.
Two teenage boys fishing
Now shaving in the mornings
Sitting on a river bank
Talking of girls and a first time kiss
Excited by what love may bring.
Two young men at a wedding
Hard working, friends for life
One the groom the other best man
Talking softly waiting for the bride
Who comes so radiant in white.
Two middle-aged men
Abundant with family love and work
Sitting on a river bank
Talking of mortgages, school fees
And of coming Government elections.
Two old men fishing, old and grey
Grandfathers looking back at life
Sitting on a river bank
Grateful for each other's company
Sharing life's highway to God.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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Every Face Tells A Story
Look at the man in the corner, hes sitting all alone
His blankets are made out of cardboard,
His pillows are made out of stone
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
See the man walking on the water, see the light in his eyes
He came into the world with a message to tell,
He came into the world to die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Youre always telling stories, youre always telling me lies
Youre always telling stories, why?
So think of yourself in the water, seeing your days flashing by
Its too late to see what you wanted to be,
Youve spent all your time, you must die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Step down
And make it work out right
Im trying to get to you with my warning
Been there
For nearly half the night
Look its nearly four in the morning
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Little Paul
Halloween Costume party at Famous Daves,
everyone in costume gets up on the stage.
That’s where I did meet Little Paul,
he is the smallest of them all.
He is wearing a bat outfit with wings,
he is cute and stands next to me.
Paul and me become the best of friends for awhile,
he went back to Iowa to be with his child.
But during that brief time we were friends,
we did some interesting things.
Paul became a character in my book,
he was Razel’s bat, he had the look.
I filmed him in the tall trees,
He had an evil smile with bright white teeth.
But really Paul was really sweet,
He would always have something for me to eat.
See he was a chef at a restaurant,
He worked all hours, he worked a lot,
so he would have a drink - like a shot.
He would get so toasted, and fall about his place,
I was worried for him, I didn’t want him to hit his face.
Then I told him to take a break one day,
He would rest at my apartment where he would stay.
I would stay at his apartment in Minneapolis city,
While Paul made my apartment look so pretty.
He rearranged my watercolors paintings of Melodie,
gave each one a description that was very funny.
One night he gave me some Indian artwork,
it was from the alley where he did lurk.
I use the frame of painting now for my 3 x 5,
I look at this painting, and know the frame is inside.
Little Paul gave me his grandmother’s precious lamp,
I make sure it’s safe, I can’t give it back.
Thanks Paul for the great memories,
I hope you are doing great and are in peace.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 27,2011
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