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Every Day

Every day she sat
opposite you on

the bus looking
beyond you not

at you or turning
her head to some

other view than you
and she would mouth

words silently as if
in some secret prayer

and maybe her god
was invisibly sitting

there and whoever
sat next to her and

that varied day to day
would seem of some

different breed or class
having not her pose or

looks or beauty having
maybe some different

dream or else none at
all unlike she who sits

every day not seeing you
but always looking away.

poem by Terry Collett
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Never Seek to Tell thy Love

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears--
Ah, she doth depart.

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by
Silently, invisibly--
O, was no deny.

poem by William Blake
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Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

poem by William Blake
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Never pain to tell thy Love...

Never pain to tell thy Love
Love that never told can be
For the gentle wind does move
Silently invisibly

I told my love I told my love 5
I told her all my heart
Trembling cold in ghastly fears
Ah she doth depart

Soon as she was gone from me
A traveller came by 10
Silently invisibly
O was no deny

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads
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Turning The Town Red

Youve been taught that this wont do
They put me in the picture but the film turned blue
A glimpse of you, turning the town red.
A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
Youre a big boy now, with a face to stop clocks.
Turning the town red. (x2)
You made your bed, and now you better dream in it.
The word that you once whispered, now youre screamin it.
Days drip down like bad wallpaper.
Pictures plastered on the ivy creeper between your old toy soldiers
And your mothers sleepers.
Turning the town red. (x2)
You made your bed, you better face the consequence.
A black pool opened at my feet into a dream sequence.
Turning the town red. aah. (x4)
You know I heard her call my name
Least, I think thats what she said.
Surely Im the correlation thats gonna cause her shame
So, whats she doing in my bed?
Turning the town red. aah.
(repeat.)

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Her Name Is to My Heart

Her name is to my heart
Bound by such beauty
That I live within a dream
How gentle she sits
In the thoughts I harbour
I wish only to be with her
To take her hand, protect her
To talk and learn of her soul
Know all of who she is and more
Her name is to my heart
Bound by a growing devotion
A love which stirs in dreams
Never to be mistaken
She is a maiden of beauty
An angle to the hearts prayer
And always so beautiful
That I am without words
Her name is to my heart
Bound in every dream
A love has come and it is real

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Olive Eater.

And oh
she said

she was always
saying that

he thought
watching her place

an olive in her mouth
and oh

she repeated
this is not

what I expected it
to taste like at all

and she licked
two of her fingers

one after the other
and quite sexually

he mused
sitting opposite her

in the French cafe
taking in

her bright eyes
and the openness

of her mouth
and the tongue licking

and she said
I thought it’d have been sharper

more exciting
more out of this world

and he thought
how simple she is

how childlike
in her expression

and in the way she utters
her words

and she looked at him
and said

what are you thinking?
What’s going on

in that bright brain of yours?
And he said

oh that would be telling
wouldn’t it

that would be
allowing you

into my head
and she laughed

and sat there
with her wet fingers

just before him
as she waited

to pluck another
olive off the plate

and he allowed his eyes
to settle like butterflies

on her breasts
just momentarily

just sufficiently
to drink in

the beauty there
and she said

do you want one?
Do you want an olive

to eat or suck?
No no

he said
and thought

I’d like another
fresh fruit

to touch
and pluck.

poem by Terry Collett
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Dream A Little Dream For Me

At night when you think through your day
Think on the things that you did say
When you think through the things that you should be
Dream this little dream for me

Dream of blue skies forever
Dream that we are a worthy endeavor
Dream this one dream so you can see
Dream this little dream for me

The world fades but I'm still here
Still living for you
I'm sitting outside beneath the sky clear
Just enjoying your view

Sleep well until morning comes
Live with the passion of a thousand suns
Tell me all the things that you should be
And dream this little dream for me

Dream of you through my eyes
Dream though it may not be much of a surprise
That while you dream enjoying the view
I'm dreaming a little dream for you.

Yes, dreaming a dream for you!

poem by Jack Harris
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Silently

Take my hand and walk with me.
Let us do this silently.
Let us take in nature's view
before the day at hand is through.

Hold my hand and look at me.
Will you do that silently?
All the sounds within this world
go unnoticed when you're with me.

Squeeze my hand and promise me.
Can you do this silently?
Of all the words that you can say
I'll remember them everyday.

Let go my hand. Let me be free.
Let us do this silently.
Let the thoughts be 'I love you.'
and I'll walk alone away from you
silently.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Spotted Frog (The Politician)

There he sits
A spotted frog
He grins from ear to ear
Waterbugs quake across the
Pond's surface
The spotted frog sits
Stone-still on his perch
Silently stalking a humming dragonfly
His eyes shimmer
His mouth waters
His tounge is itching to snap out
And snatch the poor bug's life
His prey draws closer to his
Invisible enemy
All of the sudden
The urge is too strong to contain
His tounge snaps
The dragonfly silently flaps his last
Wingspan, breathes his last breath
The frog has devoured the innocent
Creature
There he sits
A spotted frog
Silently stalking another dragonfly
The urge to hurt and devour
Too strong to subdue

poem by Shannon Hughes
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The Opposite Begins

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.

People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.

They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.

Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.

That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look, there is a sort of old view about class which is a very simplistic view that we have got the working class, the middle class and the upper class, I think it is more complicated than that.

quote by Ed Miliband
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Let The Poem I Write Be The Dream I Am

Let the poem I write be the dream I am
And let the secret silence of my words
Be the mystery of my own inner music
And let what comes to me on the page
Be the dance of the light God has given me
And let my words be quiet holy words
Which fill this day with prayer for all those
I Love.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Law Class 2011

i love to see how
Socrates
enrolls in the law
school

comes on time
in class

sits there silently
like a lamb

and always
as ever
pretending not to
know
anything

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Colder

This is what I should have said
If I'd've been a man about it
You might be in my arms by now
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
As I contemplate the losing
The silence is up way too loud
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is colder
Just like the t-shirt that you wore
You were divine and full of madness
Not really like anyone
In words too beautiful for words
I constructed a soliloquy
That never seemed to reach my tongue
Yeah the air never even filled my lungs
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is colder
All I can think of is
My name on your lips
Chorus:
I can't sleep anymore
The words I never said keep turning over
I can't dream like before
And all I seem to be getting is
All I seem to be getting is colder
Colder

song performed by by Richard Marx
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My Escape

Looking out towards the horizon
I dream of my escape
Freedom beckons me

I have in my view a different world
A world with a different format
A view so opposite
to the one I have at the moment

But how to escape

Not easy when I have commitments
Things I can't leave behind
but can't take with me either

What a stalemate!

Perhaps it was just a hope,
an idea with no foundation,
a self analysis

There is no escape!

Just a dead end
with no view

And a dream that's no longer viable.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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He Just Sits Silently

A little man sits
silently on a high shelf
watching the proceeding below.
From his vantage point
in the café he watches
the owners come and go.
He is a porcelain figure
who stares out at all.
He never smiles or frowns
at anything that goes on.
He just sits silently there.

19 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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Beauty is a Million Colors

Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen

Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you

Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess

Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf

To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew

poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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Sitting In A Dream

I'm just passing time before the Ball
Playing my guitar
I don't have to be where I don't want to be at all
Maybe I'll go far
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream...
Ah, in a dream
Sitting in a landscape full of sighs
Dream away the day
Making up a tune about the blueness of the skies
This is where I'll stay
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream...
Oh, in a dream
Watching as a red and white balloon
Sails across my mind
In between the images that drift along my tune
Smile as they unwind
Going nowhere, sitting in a dream...
Ah, in a dream

song performed by by Deep Purple
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Greatest View

You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you got someone
Through the wind
You crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will
Ever see

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why you feel like letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
So pack your tactic toes for the winter
Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
No-one else will ever see

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here

Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go

I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view

song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
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Words

Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
Im sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Theyre bringing me presents and saying hello.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.
If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The king started laughing and talking in rhyme.
Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.

song performed by by Neil Young
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