Exhausted Rose
Motorcycle summer dawns,
Luna was magnificent in leather boots
Riding through avenues of flowers
In glorious yesterdays gone.
Laughter emanated from afternoon bars
While sexy gang kids in tattered jeans
And sacred t-shirts
Danced to urban beats on street corners.
There is too much time
For hospital stays
And suicidal departures
After love has faded
Like an exhausted rose.
There is no point
In a dream deferred for eternity
Or sexuality suppressed
For proper societal acceptance.
If you fail to live your romantic kiss,
It has been a perfumeless existence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I’m Glad We Met In The Dark Places Of Eternal Rain
Heartbroken in the afternoon,
Melancholy in the city of my birth,
Alienated in rooms
Of laughter and conversation,
Alone beneath a shivering moon,
I simply pray to the fragile beauty
Of immense sadness and suicidal souls.
I know, dear friend, you are my soul-mate
In this disaster of our existence,
I will never fail to lift my hands
In sacred supplication for your wellbeing
As we journey through the shadowy corridors
Of this incarnation.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Forever in Boots
Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots
Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots
I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me
In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots
Man forever in boots
Seeks woman, to be his puss in boots
For country hikes, in walking boots
Eternal happiness, both; forever in boots
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Dream Street Rose
Youve bin in all my dreams since youve been gone
Each mornin that I wake up with the dawn
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose stay with me a while
You gave more than anyone could ask
You washed away all shadows from my past
Dream street rose heaven only knows
Dream street rose thats the way she goes
Dream street rose let us not pretend
Heaven knows will you love me
Right til the end
Somewhere in between there stands a dream
The sweetest dream that we have ever seen
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose please stay with me a while
Dream street rose I miss you when youre gone
Heaven knows Im gonna love ya
From now on
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose stay with me a while
Dream street rose heaven only knows
Dream street rose thats the way she goes
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Division
Some people have to work all day
just to make ends meet.
And some get to live a life we call
living on easy street.
Now these opposites will probably
never ever meet.
'Cause some live on big avenues,
the others on the street,
the street that has its houses
all lined up in a row,
hardly a space between them
where weeds in cracked cement grow.
They do not venture where
the flowers grow on avenues
to smell their glorious fragrances
or see their colorful views.
The separation between the two
is how the world proceeds,
some with all the comforts,
some with all the needs.
If this life we're living
had fairness in its heart
nowhere would you find on earth
such division tearing us apart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Cowboy Lives Forever
The cowboy lives forever
As long as there's a faded pair of blue jeans
Wide brimmed hats and leather
And dreams ...
There's a little bit of Roy and Dale in all of us
Though all of us don't wear the cowboy boots and spurs
A man will dream of rescuing a damsel in distress
And the girl likes to dream that it's her
He was born from the dust of the western plain
Raised up tall and straight like a cactus tree
His home range stretches from Hawaii to Maine
He's John Wayne, he's Gene Autry, he's me
You can find a cowgirl at the rodeo
She'll shuffle to the two-step like the cowboys do
She might be wearing petticoats or maybe boots and chaps
She's Patsy Cline, Loretta, Kitty Wells or Emmylou or maybe you
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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O Gather Me the Rose
O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.
For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed foreborn forever,
The worm Regret will canker on,
And time will turn him never.
So were it well to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us, and above,
The dark before and after.
The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes
The memories that follow!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Opposites
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Walked out into the street
And splashed in all the pubbles till
She had such shocking feet
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Stayed quietly in the house
And sat upon the fender stool
As still as any mouse.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Her hands were black as ink;
She would come running through the house
And begging for a drink.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Her hands were white as snow;
She did not like to play around,
She only liked to sew.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Lost hair ribbons galore;
She dropped them on the garden walks,
She dropped them on the floor.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
O thoughtful little girl!
She liked to walk quite soberly,
It kept her hair in curl.
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
When she was glad or proud
Just flung her arms round Mother's neck
And kissed her very loud.
The Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
Was shocked at such a sight,
She only offered you her cheek
At morning and at night.
O Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child
Your happy laughing face
Does like a scented Summer rose
Make sweet the dullest place.
O Patent-Leather-Slipper-Child
My dear, I'm well content
To have my daughter in my arms,
And not an ornament.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Uneasy Curiosity
One particular night
I was drifting like an aimless breeze
And walked into a 24 hour grocery store;
I saw a raven-haired woman
In a long black dress
Purchasing cigarettes and mints.
I failed to speak to her
But was strangely obsessed
By her existence.
Breathing with uneasy curiosity,
I followed her down the summer midnight street
To a dark residence of illicit mystery;
I saw her exchange a secret sign
With a motorcycle hood
With a dragon tattoo
Branded upon his throat.
I also attempted to enter
This foreboding lair
By imitating the secret sign,
But the leather jacket
Attached to the motorcycle
Put a knife to my heart and said,
“There are a lot of ways
To be discovered dead,
Find a different one than this tonight.”
I then journeyed
To the nearest bar
To commiserate with a gentle alcoholic
Who was also taking his time to expire.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lover's Gifts XLVII: The Road Is
The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all
day, she sings to my dreams all night.
My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at
each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and
her every new kiss is the first kiss to me.
The road and I are lovers. I change my dress for her night
after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside
inns when the day dawns.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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At times he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
He zips his leather jacket
looks life right into the eyes
and when his motorcycle breaks
he feels like putting it alight
but struggles on until it gets life again
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
When he stops at a traffic light
a street preacher shouts over a bullhorn
about the love of God which is endless,
but he doesn’t see God, just girls looking at him
even one with a baby in her arms
who asks almost inaudible
it he feels like screwing her
when he parks his motorcycle
at a shopping centre
and she gets out of the car next to him
placing the baby on the car’s seat
and bends over
as if she has lost her contact lenses
and he sees her hard big nipples
that appears braless, uncovered pink brown
making his male member awake, aflame.
He wonders if there are answers
in bodily pleasures,
if a person has to screw every beautiful thing
that comes your way
have to find pleasure, just where you can
and looks at the wind whirling leaves aimlessly,
people walking to and thro to cars
and the sexuality of the woman next to him
is like a living flame
and he wonders about the endless love of God
and bodily pleasure takes his shaking hands into hers
and her nearness goes like a thunder stroke through him
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
and his appetite for her is almost unstoppable.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Get Hold Of The Night
Some fresh air will do your good
Get hold of the night
This is the last summer night
Before winter gets here
Still light out side
Isn’t this night incredible?
Or what?
It is too late now
I wished I knew it would had happened ahead of time
So I could get a picture
Of this summer night
Looks like the kids got the idea in the street to get out doors and play the last
Hockey game of the summer
On this spectacular and magnificent night
Get hold of the night
It would be silly to stay
In doors on a magnificent and spectacular summer night
It won’t last long
I kissed the summer good bye
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Yesterdays Songs
Written by: neil diamond
Yesterdays songs
Dont stay around long
Not much anymore
Yesterdays words
Dont make themselves heard
Like they did before
Baby, yesterdays blues
May be yesterdays news
But the truth always stays the same
And good things will never change
Like sayin I love you
Sayin I love you
Yesterdays songs
Dont seem to belong
Theyre here and theyre gone
Yesterdays moves
Dont stay in the grooves
They keep moving on
Maybe yesterdays rhyme
Was for yesterdays time
And the futures not ours to see
But theres some things that always will be
Like sayin I love you
Sayin I love you
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Sad & Suicidal
It pains me to see you this way
To see you so sad and suicidal
If i could only kiss you
and make your problems fade away
I would.
I would die a thousand times
Before i could ever forget about you
I love you and i won't find anyone like you!
So why search for someone
When i know they could never
Compare to you!
I'll only be happy if i'm with you!
I can't stand
To see you so sad and suicidal
It rips me apart at the seems
and i unravel in front of the whole world
They stared an walked on!
Cause no one cares but you and i!
and it's only for us to handle!
I cried when i'd seen her sitting there
What a razor in her hand
and tears streaming down her face
She's so sad and suicidal
I sat up all night holding her in my arms
Singing 'you are my sunshine'
She has a lot to live for, but she doesn't care
She's so sad and suicidal
When she told me i deserve someone better
I told her you are my only love
and that will never change
She's so sad and suicidal
(6-27-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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More Submissive
She held my hand as we climbed
The magnificent staircase of the art museum,
it was a summer holiday and we were slightly tipsy
From afternoon wine in the flower garden.
She touched my lips and spoke,
'Nothing more for you to drink,
I don't want the curator to dismiss you as a drunk
Who would fail to appreciate this sacred place
With landscapes of Delacroix and Renoir'
I was only inebriated enough to be happy in the moment
Of our footsteps intimately keeping pace with each other;
I felt indebted to the Greek gods Dionysus and Pan
That I was alive and wrapped in her perfume.
She would point to paintings or ancient pots
But I would smile and say, 'I only want to gaze
Quietly into the mystery of your eyes.'
But I could tell she was becoming irritated
that I wasn't taking in the scenery of my surroundings
More completely, so I became more submissive
and less outwardly in love.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Every Dream Is True
The midnight streets
Howl viciously
Like a wild cat
In the jungle vines
Of disintegrating minds,
But you and I can smile
In the soft rain,
We’ll be together
When the summer flowers
Exude perfume.
On a lilac afternoon,
I will kiss your
Adorably gorgeous stomach
With a sleeping child within
Counting the days
Until she excitedly
Enters the world
Of possibilities.
Your invisible wings
Are angelic and sweet,
We’ll go to heaven
On floating umbrellas
Laughing carefree prayers.
Never linger and cry
Beneath streetlights
On the city’s unhappy avenues,
Come home with me,
Every dream is true.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Riding With Cats Eyes Nine Lives
riding with cats eyes nine lives
riding in dark or moonlight
riding in cloud shadow or rain
riding with a lucky stars roll
riding at speed in night magic
hitting judder bars in darkness
hitting judder bars hard fast
hitting judder bars all alone
hitting judder bars straight on
hitting judder bars at speed
is heightened airborne rush
is riding racing death in night
is riding in night fed wonder
is heightened seconds flying
is ready road rocket launch pad
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Every Girl Loves Her Shoulder Tattoo
Avoid the circle
Of cruel cutthroats
Of the ilk
Your pirate father
Associated with
When he stole your mother
From your school teacher grandfather.
Maintain your refined taste
For expensive wine
After the art gallery nights
And the Chinese poetry dawns.
Do not succumb
To base superficial joys
And the motorcycle-gang violence
Of the illiterate boys,
But of course,
Every girl
Loves her shoulder tattoo
And having a sexy, dangerous gaze
Emanate from her midnight eyes.
I trust your karma
And mystical essence,
I’ll sail with you
Through every storm of intrigue
That captivates your feminine heart.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Grim Facts
The boy's got problems
The boy's got stress
The boys' a .38 hidden in his desk
The boy's got a chickie
With four months to go
Grim Facts - every parent better know
The girl's a deadly teaser
Wants to do a private show
She's got a hundred thousand fantasies
She wants the band to know
She likes to brush across my Levis
She likes to watch him grow
Grim Facts - every parent better know
Grim Facts - every parent better know
Red lights
Gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
Sister's on the street now
Looking for some Joe
Only got about an hour
To pay for her new nose
She gets a hundred for her body
A nickel for her soul
These are grim facts - every parent better know
Grim facts - every parent better know
Red lights
Gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
And I'm feeling itchy
Got a fire down below
I'm a walkin' loaded time bomb
Just about to blow
Tries to slide inside my pockets
But it's strictly SRO
Grim facts - every parent better know
Grim facts - every parent better know
Red lights
Gang fights
Brewing in the heat
Cop cars
Gay bars
On your precious street
That ain't so neat
Mmm Grim facts, you know, growing all the time
Mmm Grim facts, real grim Yeah.
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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First Night of the Sacred Circle
First Night of the Sacred Circle
On the first night
of the sacred circle.
The fairy's danced
with glee.
On the first day
of the sacred circle.
My spirit was
set free.
The time for joy
and time for mirth
is here for all
to see.
The darkness of
that long spent night.
Met with the dawns
most scared light.
So swiftly it did flee.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Dark Poetic Mind
This poem bleeds dysfunctional desire,
Blood stains through the dirty streets
Mark the paths we trod,
Urban avenues of despair,
But I was still romantic for you,
Your thin unattractive body
And unwashed stringy blond hair,
Your ghost stare in the headlights’ glare,
Your wish to blend into streetlamps
Of non-existence,
Romantic for your perishing soul
Looking for a ride home from strangers
at 2: 00AM,
Something about drugs and tortured eyes
On a lost waif and her pointless life
Was registering as meaningful
In my dark poetic mind,
You offered me the best sex I could ever have,
But I thought, I better let it slide,
Just let you talk about it,
Not put those skinny bones to the test,
Not be one more creep killing a girl
And getting a disease.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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