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Rachel and You and The Day Trip

It was a day trip out
to some seaside place
arranged by the Gospel church
for kids whose parents

were poor
and having got on the coach
you sat in a seat
by the window

and waved at your mother
standing on the pavement
along Rockingham Street
and she waved back

then this girl sat beside you
who you didn't know
and she smiled and said
all right if I sit here?

sure
you said
and looked back out
at your mother

and waved again
and she waved back
and you thought
who is this girl?

and why is she
sitting next to me?
and she looked at out
the window

and waved to her mother
who started talking
to your mother
and they both waved back

to you and the girl
and you said
do you want to sit
by the window?

and she said
ok yes that'd be nice
and so she got out
and you got out

then she got in
and sat
by the window
and you sat

down beside her
and then the coach
started up
and drove off

and you both waved
at your mothers
until they were out of sight
and the girl turned

and said
I'm Rachel
this is my first time
to the seaside

and you said
you can walk around
with me if you want to
and she said

that'd be good
I don't know
anyone else here
and so she did

all day
walked around with you
along the beach
and on the sands

making sandcastles
and in the cafe
where they took you all
for a meal

of fish and chips
and she talked
and talked
and smiled

and laughed
and once she took
hold of your hand
and it seemed

for a while
that she was happy
at least it seemed so
by the width of her smile.

poem by Terry Collett
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The Girl Who Held Your Hand

You got on the coach
for the day trip
organized by the chapel people
for kids who were poor

and this girl
sat next to you
and said
you can be my boyfriend

for the day
and she took hold
of your hand
and gave it a squeeze

and you looked out
of the window
at your mother
standing there

looking up at the coach
and you thought
is this part of the deal?
Is this girl for real?

And Mother waved
and smiled
and you smiled
uneasily back

with the girl’s hand
holding yours
out of sight
and she looked

over your shoulder
and waved
but no one
waved back to her

because her mother
wasn’t there
maybe she was off somewhere
or had to go to work

or maybe
she was still in bed
with another uncle
beneath the sheets

and maybe
he was holding her hand
and she was holding
something you never knew

or cared about
just sitting there
waving to Mother
beneath a sky of blue.

poem by Terry Collett
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The Window

Little Sophie sat by her window
on every single day,
just looking for someone
with whom she could play.

The streets were full of people
but none of them she knew.
She waved at them as they went by
and some of them waved too.

But they were busy people
going everywhere.
None of them had time for play,
no time to spare.

Her sisters and her brother
all went to school.
She could not go. She was only four
and that was against the rule.

So by the window Sophie sat
and one day someone smiled.
It was a mother passing by
with her little child.

And after several days of this
a knock came at her door.
It was the mother with her child
who also was just four.

The mother said 'My little one is lonely.
She needs a friend like you.'
So Sophie clapped her hands and said
'I know what we can do.'

And so they played for hours
and then her friend did say
'Can we sit by your window
and wave to people today? '

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dream On

Dark road.
Radio on.
Late night
turning into
early morning
day.
The two of us,
sharing a
joint,
on our way,
to imaginary
better place.

Having finished
it,
you flick the butt
out the window.

We were talking about
something indifferent
when I,
in a moment of silence,
cut in:
' - I wonder when
I came home
last night! '
“ - I’m damned tired! ”
I told you.

You did not
reply
so I reckoned
you had not heard me.

I tried again:
“ I wonder when
I came home last night”
“I’m damned tired! ”
only this time louder,
so loud,
in fact,
I woke myself up
to sunshine through
palm leaves.

“What you say? ”
asked the two
piece bikini girl
in the hammock
next to me.

I turned to her
and smiled,
explaining it
to her
as best as I could
in the language
of black haired
chocolate tanned
beauties
“Oh, you dream”
she said, smiling.
“Guess I did”
I replied.
“Want go swim? ”
she asked me.

I shook my head
and yawned.
“Perhaps later..”
She got up,
kissed me,
and walked off.
I watched her walk towards
the ocean:
young perfection
in motion.
halfway there
she turned,
and waved
at me.
I waved back.

I then grabbed
this
pen and paper
to thank you
in the language of
old friends,
a century +
years later.

Thanks Friend.
Thanks for the ride.
Thanks.

poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Cloud

I walked on it,
Squished it just a bit.
Decided to fly.
To touch the sky.
Flew I did.
Giggled like a little kid.
The people below me waved me bye.
I waved back in reply.
I stopped after a while.
Landed in a pile
Of softness.
Bye.

poem by Chandler T Cruz
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Girl At The Window

In the town lived a girl so fair
Her mother would not dare
To let her anywhere
She was a lonely girl
John and paul and ringo and george
Were playing lovely tunes
From the window of her room
By the light of the moon
Hey girl there at the window I wish you would come and see me
Ive got so much to tell you so much I want you to see
In the fields lived a lonely boy
Whod wander every night
Just to see her window light
Then he was happier
Then hed sit upon the ground
Just to listen to the sound
Of the music going round
And he would call to her
Hey girl there at the window I wish you would come and see me
Ive got so much to tell you so much I want you to see
One night her mother said I think its time for bed
The little girl crept down the stairs free as a bird
Hey girl there at the window I wish you would come and see me
Ive got so much to tell you so much I want you to see
She met the boy sitting on the ground
And they listened to the sound
Growing distant as they found
They were happy now
Hey girl there at the window I wish you would come and see me
Ive got so much to tell you so much I want you to see
(repeat)

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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A Cautious Crow

A cautious crow
Strolled across my car roof
Casually glancing through the windshield
I watched him from inside the car
Carelessly he started to stumble
I cracked open the window
Waved a finger or two
That crow didn't budge
He came over to my window
Cawed a mighty caw
And deposited a tiny white flower into my hand
I looked in confussion
Then went to ask the bird what this was
But all in one second
He picked himself up and
Caustiously flew away

poem by Cheyenne Ashley
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The Omen

I heard the sound of a plane looked up
a big carrier going north, it was white
and had an orange tail.

In one of its portholes my brother sat
looking out he had a serious face and
I think he was day-dreaming.

I waved he took his glasses off polished,
and put them back on, politely waved
too, but I don’t think he saw me clearly.

The plane vanished into a cloud of fine
woven air, I listened to its silence till a
crowing crow in a tree broke the hush.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Man Walks The Streets

That old man near the traffic light
Was expelled from home at midnight.
He walked away steady on his feet.
And made his home on Delhi streets.

My driver whispered in a resigned tone.
I looked up putting down my mobile phone.
He carried on his shoulder a jute bag,
And in his hand a clean yellow rag.

As the traffic light blushed red,
The driver to stop compelled.
The old man near the traffic light,
Asked the driver –may I wipe?

He had a gentle voice and even stride,
Erect back and manner polite and mild.
Now this was his new means of livelihood,
He hoped to be paid to pay for some food.

Sahibs waved him away on their way
Down town, gearing for charades and play.
A little girl offered the man her lunch box.
Their eyes met, he looked flummoxed.

I lost my grandpa early last summer,
He went without having his supper.
You remind me somewhat of him.
Although a bit thin, she grinned.

They laughed, tears in their eyes
He took it with a bow she waved bye.
She turned and called back, Dadu
Will you be here tomorrow too?

The old man near the traffic light
Said, sure dear, I’ll be here all right.
Turned heavenwards, saw a bird alight
A rainbow walked the earth in day light?

He unabashedly cried, cried and cried,
‘I had thought my tear glands had dried’.
He wiped his face on his shirt sleeve,
A rainbow on a dreary day, I sure do believe.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Christina and You and Home for Lunch

As you went by
the girl's playground
after getting off

the school bus
Christina called to you
through the wire fence

and said
my mother said
you can come home

for lunch today
if you like
ok

you said
where shall I meet you?
Cedric will bring you along

she said
and so when
the lunch time

recess bell rang
you followed Cedric
out of the school

and saw Christina
by the outer fence waiting
are you sure

your mother doesn't mind?
you asked
of course not

she said
Cedric walked on in front
leaving you and Christiana

to walk on behind
she talked about some girl
in her class who had a boyfriend

and claimed
to have had sex
and then she went on

about the teacher
who had been expelled
for taking pupils home

in his lunch hour
it was boys though
she added

and then you came
to her house
and she took you in

and there was her mother
in the kitchen
nice to meet you

she said
Christina has talked
about you so much

Cedric behind
his mother's back
was making gagging gestures

with his fingers
down his throat
Christina looked at you

and smiled
nice to be here
you said

are you sure it's all right
me coming?
of course it is

Christina's mother said
now sit down
and I'll serve up for us all

and so you all sat down
around the table
and Cedric looked at you

then looked down
at his knife and fork
and Christina said

glad you're here
and she put a hand
over yours

and gave your hand
a squeeze
then removed it

when her mother
set down the plates
and then sat down herself

and you all began to eat
in an unusual silence
Christina giving you

a bright eyed stare
and Cedric looking
over your shoulder

as if you weren't there
after lunch their mother
cleared the table

of plates and went off
and Cedric went
into the lounge

leaving you and Christina alone
what do you think?
she asked

about what?
you asked
my mother

what do you think of her?
she seems nice
you said

she gets depressed a lot
Christina said
but today

she was at her best
oh right
you said

sorry she gets depressed
come on
Christina said

I'll show you my room
you raised your eyebrows
won't your mother mind?

you asked
not if she doesn't know
Christina replied

isn't it a bit risky?
you said
yes

she said
that's what makes life
so interesting

so you followed her
and tiptoed up the stairs
and she showed you

her bedroom
and her favourite doll
and other favourites of hers

lined along her bed
then she kissed you quickly
and then stood back

and smiled and said
best go down now
or she'll wonder

where we are
and so that was it
and as you followed her

down the stairs
you could hear the radio
playing some classical music

and her mother
humming along
and sounding quite happy

and Christina giving you
another kiss
behind her mother's back

and after saying thank you
to her mother
you all left

to return to school
the clouds promising rain
and so back to school

and the boring lessons
once again.

poem by Terry Collett
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I saw her in the mirror

She was right there
And waved back when I waved at her
I saw her in the mirror

I told her how badly I missed her
And that how bad my days were
I saw her in the mirror

I could see her crying
But no cries I could hear
I saw her in the mirror

She kept staring all the while
And then she came closer
I wanted to touch her
feel her
But she fell
and broke into pieces
and lay right there
Now I see her no more
And she is no more
I saw her in the mirror

poem by Nabil Bhatiya
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A New Journey...

As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
After clearing the security check,

We both waved back and sighed
And evaded looking in the other’s eyes.
Then I quietly slipped my hand
In his arm, and pushed my brand

New bag on wheels towards
The domestic departure lounge.
To catch our flight to Goa, the land
Of magic, beaches and sand.

To get reacquainted all over once again,
And a new journey of new possibilities began.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Im The Girl

Ive got a memory
A thousand years old
And I know secrets
Ive never been told
And Ive got jewels
I havent found
And theyll return me
To the ground
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
And Im a siren
Ill wreck you on my shores
And Im godiva
Ill call you back for more
And Im medusa
And Im your favourite doll
And Im a georgia okeefe
Hanging on your wall
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter before
And I remember being born just sound and light
And sound and light and light
And I remember the first time, skin on skin in the arms
In the arms of the night
Well how many times have we looked up into the starry skies
And how many times have we felt the passion rise
Every ruby-lipped girl baby, old lady, squaw junkie, girl after girl after girl
Every muse, whore, good witch, princess, back arching, year after year after year
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
Before.

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Last Time I Saw Him

(michael masser/pam sawyer)
Last time I saw him
He sweetly kissed my lips
Last time I saw him
He said:Ill be back for more of this
Last time I saw him
We were crying at the bus
I knew he hated leaving
But he had to set us up
I gave him money
I know I invested well
Mamma doesnt trust him
But he loves me I can tell
Each time the greyhound
Arrives at nine o clock
But I dont start my crying
till that last mans gotten off
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was greyhound-bound
But Im still waiting here
Without a fear
That bus will someday turn around
I had no letter
Its been six months, maybe better
I try forgetting him
But I love him more then ever
I have decided
Ive waited long enough
If there was nothing wrong
He would return right on that bus
There must be trouble
So Im leavin on the double
If he cant get to me
I know he needs me desperately
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was looking fine
And as he waved goodbye
He said dont cry
Im coming back, no rain or shine
Last time I saw him
Last time I saw my honey
Last time I saw him
He was greyhound-bound
And as he waved goodbye
He said dont cry
Im coming back, no rain or shine
La de da, la da do
Do la da da, da da da
Last time I saw him
He was looking fine
And as he waved goodbye
He said dont cry
Im coming back, no rain or shine

song performed by by Diana Ross
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A Mam Walks The Streets