The Anguish Of Arthur's blighted breath
Cold, solitary, Arther, now a middle aged man,
Lived alone with his cat called'Alice'
And drove a small white van
Plagued by diffidence and hallitosis
Afflicted by neurosis
Arther walked the streets alone.
Friends that he had known at school
Had left him stranded by year nine
He told his mother everything was 'fine'
His favourite word to cover up the hurt
He failed to find a wife
Or even flirt
While all his friends were married, mortgaged, and insured
Arther sat alone in cafes being 'ignored'
By all the lovers, friends, and families
Once he recalled he nearly kissed a girl called 'emily'
But as he drew near to plant a pecker on her cheek
She recoiled in horror at his green teeth, and cried
'Did you eat an onion for your tea? something smells
rotten, and I know it isn't me! '
One childhood trauma that had left deep scars
So Arther turned his attention to his cat, and car
And played bingo every wednesday week at nine
The number caller was called Doris, she was thirty nine,
And over drinks and crisps she asked him out to dine,
Flustered feeling awkward he replied.
'That's fine! '
Though she was a midget with a nervous tick
He resolved to kiss her on the date and get it over quick
Before she got a whiff of his disgusting breath
And put an end to his last chance at happiness
But Doris was endowed with potent olifactory sense
She's smelt him from a hundred yards but gave no hint
And as he bent down to kiss her, she shoved in a mint.
They were married in a shower of aromatic bliss
And joyful Arther, forever sucked upon a peppermint! !
poem by Yvette Smith
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[not] A love letter to Arthur [Schopenhauer]
How could a man called Arther be so glum?
[I am being ironic! ]
Having made the sum
And found the sound of silence
Lost in space and nothingness
As if you were and are the only one?
Could love not have relieved you of your necessary pain?
I would have wished it there
Admidst the harlot and the angel
My love letter would have coloured your skies
Purple
Diminished the darkness of'discontent'
Lived and let you breathe the dream of strife
Knowing only this, that this is life
A transient and fragile thing
Fleeting passed
On bright coloured wings!
Oh Arther knowing no fun
No laughter
Finding solace in your pain
No weeping
Certain of the clocks ticking
Beating you in, loveless
Fruitless
Finding death in an armchair
Always waiting
For this final calling
Killing life and life and life
Living loveless death
Letters left
Footnotes to 'nothingness'
Who would of guessed?
No, this was not a love letter!
[Perhaps it was all just a dream? ]
yvette m smith poet of uk
july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Turnaboout
As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
And though several years had passed
Both of us still looked quite the same
I said hi relaxed a bit
Then asked her how she'd been all these years
She told me she was feeling fine
Came to see a friend who lived up here
Told me she had finished school
And then went on to college for a year
I asked if she had married
Slowly down her cheek there came a tear
She said just an itchy eye
It must be the weather way up here
Told her I can't stand the cold
It freezes me and I can't feel my ears
We talked a bit about Mobile
And thought about how it has never changed
I told her I was a comin' home
To spend some time and hoped it wouldn't rain
She asked if she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting plane
Watched that big jet streaking through the sky
Thought about the sad young girl
And the time that I just saw her cry
That flame must still be burning bright
I think I'll catch a later flight today
It's time for me to go on home
And spend a day or two down by the bay
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Turnabout
By: jimmy buffett
1970
As large as life she stood there
Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
And though several years had passed
Both of us still looked quite the same
I said hi relaxed a bit
Then asked her how shed been all these years
She told me she was feeling fine
Came to see a friend who lived up here
Told me she had finished school
And then went on to college for a year
I asked if she had married
Slowly down her cheek there came a tear
She said just an itchy eye
It must be the weather way up here
Told her I cant stand the cold
It freezes me and I cant feel my ears
We talked a bit about mobile
And thought about how it has never changed
I told her I was a comin home
To spend some time and hoped it wouldnt rain
She asked if she could see me then
And we could spend some time now and then
Because I lived so far away
Was still no chance why we could not be friends
I drove her to the waiting plane
Watched that big jet streaking through the sky
Thought about the sad young girl
And the time that I just saw her cry
That flame must still be burning bright
I think Ill catch a later flight today
Its time for me to go on home
And spend a day or two down by the bay
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Hiram Helsel
Air -- "Three Grains of Corn"
Once was a boy, age fifteen years,
Hiram Helsel was his name,
And he was sick two years or so;
He has left this world of pain;
His friends they miss this lovely boy,
That was patient, kind and brave.
He left them all for him to mourn --
He is sleeping in his grave.
He was a small boy of his age,
When he was five years or so
Was shocked by lightning while to play
And it caused him not to grow,
He was called little Hi. Helsel
By all friends that knew him well --
His life was sad, as you shall hear,
And the truth to you I'll tell.
His parents parted when he was small,
And both are married again.
How sad it was for them to meet
And view his last remains.
He was living with his father then,
As many a friend can tell;
'Tis said his father's second wife
That she did not use him well.
Just before little Hiram died --
His uncle and aunt were there --
He kissed them both -- bid them farewell,
They left him with a prayer.
Now he is gone, Oh! let him rest;
His soul has found a haven,
For grief and woe ne'er enters there,
In that place called heaven.
poem by Julia A Moore
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My Medallion
Hey fellas
You ever have one them girls that just bad
Know what I mean?
No, I ain't talkin' about fine, I'm talkin' about bad!
Cuss all the time, steal..,man she rob her own moms
Down at the post office got two pictures
I'm talkin' about one of Bebe's kids, y'all - bad!
Hear me?
Oh, she fine too
Chorus:
I don't know why, I want that girl
I don't know why, I want that girl
T'was the middle of the summer
Rather late in the day
This pretty thang, she walked up to me
Said she was good to play
She told me to close my eyes, ooh
So she could get a kiss
(Sure honey)
I said sure honey, and obliged
Girl snatched my medallion and called me a bitch, honey!
Don't know why, I want that girl {x4}
I found out her place of employment
Dry cleaning - "we do fine" (hahahahah)
To manifest a little unenjoyment in her life
Was all that was running through the middle of my mind
There are many elements: wind, wine, water
But none quite like the element of surprise
See my baby, she gave me that medallion
And it, uh, you know, it mean a lot to me so
I walked up in that piece with a disguise on
And I said hey! I don't know what your name or your game is
But you better get your G-hind down on the floor
Cuz you see, I'm in a mood to do something koo-koo to you
So she gave me that kiss and ran out the back door
Don't know why, I want that girl {x4}
song performed by by Prince
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Uxley Knew Nothing of Women.
Uxley understood nothing of women.
He knew nothing of women except
Some dark memory of his mother’s teats
Buried deep in his mind’s depth.
Women, his father said, are an enigma,
An unsolvable puzzle, that no man
Can understand or get to grips with
No matter how old he is or gets.
Uxley missed his father’s words,
His narrow perspective, his keen eye
For the women’s physique, his philosophy
Of the Eve dilemma, the apple in the Garden
Of Eden problem. Uxley never married,
Never had sex, never saw a woman naked,
Except a onetime quick glimpse of his mother
Passing naked through the hall one cold Fall.
Even at cafes, sitting drinking coffee with friends,
He seldom gave the passing girls a second glance,
Not like his friends with their whistles and words
And wormy wishes. He sat and looked away,
Thinking the second sex a different species,
An area best left untouched, unknown,
Best left to the suckers who drowned
In the dark beneath. He recalled his mother
Clothed in the long robes, the tall thin features,
The drawn painted lips his father kissed,
The long red nails that jabbed in his back
To push him to school or bath, and there
In that memory her dark eyes and haughty laugh.
poem by Terry Collett
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Valentine's Day
It was valentien week
and I was feeling sick
All asked 'What happened to you? '
I said friends of mine are few.
and gf I have none
so for me there's no fun
then a girl came
and she told me her name
and with a smile wished
and to me she even kissed
It was eve of the special day
when m powerful s wat luv say
I was in the 7th sky
I was in air as if i knew how to fly
I wished and kissed her back
But then she said in my kiss the passion did lack
she soon left me
and took away to my happiness the last possible key
all my hopes were shattered
but to me everyone flattered
said 'y r u upset? when you are so cool'
in reality they meant I was such a fool.
but i believed them
next day with gr8 confidence toa girl i came
asked 'wud you be my valentine? '
she said 'yes ok fine'
I thought changed has my fate
but to realise the reality it wasnt late
she wasnt late saying 'But remember we are just friend'
so to your heart no wrong msg you send
I was taken aback
as if my heart was tied in a sack
as if my heart did not beat
no sign of love did it lit
I thought for me there is no one
I thought in my life left was no fun
I lost all hope
I now knew with others i couldnot cope
Thought I must die
thinking about it in the bed i lie
do i love me was next what i thought
and now with my heart my brain faught
if i am thinkin of dieng means i dont love me
then why should others even care for me
i started finding love again
all thought i should stop behaving like insane
but friends finally i got some one
with whom i have lots of fun
then i came to know
we should not be our own foe
Others will only love us
when we love ourself without any fuss
so friends blieve in you
cause the qualities in you are with very few
as i started loving myself
you start loving yourself
then you will find all started loving you
from none or very few
so happy v day to all
never in your own eyes you fall
remember everyone will be yours
once u become yours...............
poem by Ajitav Basak
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Mary Called Him 'Mister
They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum.’
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John.’
He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and asked how she was getting on.
They’d parted but a year before; they’d loved each other well,
But he’d been to the city, and he came back such a swell.
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister,’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.’
He stood and lean’d against the door—a stupid chap was he—
And, when she asked if he’d come in and have a cup of tea,
He looked to left, he looked to right, and then he glanced behind,
And slowly doffed his cabbage-tree, and said he ‘didn’t mind.’
She made a shy apology because the meat was tough,
And then she asked if he was sure his tea was sweet enough;
He stirred the tea and sipped it twice, and answer’d ‘plenty, quite;’
And cut the smallest piece of beef and said that it was ‘right.’
She glanced at him at times and cough’d an awkward little cough;
He stared at anything but her and said, ‘I must be off.’
That evening he went riding north—a sad and lonely ride—
She locked herself inside her room, and there sat down and cried.
They’d parted but a year before, they loved each other well—
But she was such a country girl and he was such a swell ;
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Then She Kissed Me
She walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance
She looked kind of fine, so I thought that I might just take that chance
and when we danced she held me tight
when I walked her home that night
we stood beneath the moon so bright
and she kissed me
The first time I saw her I knew I had to see her again
I knew we was gonna be so much more than just friends
I didn't know just what to do so I whispered I love you
She said that she loved me too
and she kissed me
She kissed me in a way I've never been kissed before
She kissed me in a way I wanna be kissed forevermore
I knew that she was mine so I gave her all the love that I had
but I ain't the kinda guy she could take home to meet her dad
Run with me and I'll make you my bride
She was so happy that she almost cried
Then I pulled her by my side
and she kissed me
whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
She walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance
She looked kinda fine so thought that I just might take that chance
I said run with me and I'll make you my bride
She was so happy she almost cried
Then I pulled her by my side
and then she kissed me
and then she kissed me
and then she kissed me
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Somewhere In France
mother is in a coma
and I am somewhere in France
and you left me all alone at the school dance
I was sweet sixteen
you were going on sixty four
Your eyes were blue
but your words untrue 'love? '
You stood me up and left me standing at the door
I must confess in my distress I said
'I've never seen that boy before! '
But you were long gone
Before I got over you
The boy who played the trumpet
you were rotten to the core
You left me standing all alone
In the middle of the floor
and while other sweethearts jived and bopped
I sipped my lemonade and sat alone,
Gave up on love as a cruel masquerade
Disconnected every phone
Mother's in coma
And I'm a dreamer on the run
And life aint fun and I'm on the run
I'm somwhere lost in France
By the Eiffel Tower I shiver and cower
As I recall that cruel school dance
and you are probably middle aged
chronologically right for your body
your probably married a wife with Big Ears
And drive around in a car like Noddy
mother is out of her coma
And I'm catching the next train home
I'll stay for a while but then I must fly
For a long weekend in Rome
Where I will wander among the ruins
And try really hard to forget
The boy who once trumped on his trumpet
Eating a soggy bagette,
Married divorced with a wayward kid
Then I 'll fly off to spain with a heart full of rain
To relive the sorry saga over, again and again!
poem by Yvette Smith
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All You Did For; 'thank You' (i)
Suddenly one day had to come,
That was her time to say bye,
With her shrunken wringled face,
She was dead.
But why's all this coming back to you?
Hitting you like a crash of thunder!
You never jus' cherished or respected,
Her; your real mama.
You had a chance...
I remember, your time of birth,
Mummy spent hours birthing you,
You cried every night despite,
In the middle of her nap,
With no spare gap of peace,
This's all you done to thank her!
I even got you many a time,
Dropping that ice-cream
Precious mum bought you
All over the floor,
At that age of four;
This's how you said 'Thanks'
Remember even those smooth, safe journeys,
To school. She drove you,
You thanked her by closing car door,
And no bother to even barrow a gaze back,
At the age of six, age of schooling.
Mummy tried her best,
To win you a smile of comfort.
She paid your music lessons fee,
At that age of ten,
All you did to say 'Thanks'
Is to never dare practice.
I even recall, at age of twelve,
When she paid for your summer camp,
And you never wrote any single letter.
All you could do to appreciate?
Beautiful mama took you to a movie,
That year that followed; you and friends,
And for you to say thanks:
You asked her,
'Can you sit on a different row! '
While you were 'way, she expected your call,
Eagerly waiting at that important ring! ring!
But you thanked her by,
Being on phone all day long.
When she cried on your graduation at college.,
You did party out with friends all night,
No bothering to tell her 'mum am okay! '
All you did for 'Thank you! '
At the age of eighteen, aging mama,
Carried all your bags and stuff,
To your campus,
All you could do to thank her,
Was to yell 'Go away! '
Embarrassed in front o' friends.
At twenty five, you get married,
I thought this time you cou'd say 'Thanks'
Wonders remain!
Mummy cried for your happiness,
You did move past-half across the island country,
And even no bother keeping in touch,
All you did for, 'Thank you! '
When in your early thirty(s) ,
Mother got older and emaciated,
She cried for your care for her,
You thanked her by saying,
'She's annoying! '
Why now cry at her eternal rest,
Just say bye!
Why should it hurt you?
When she's gone!
Mum did her best for you till her last,
Tip of breathing.
Remember: we have one dear mother,
Love and appreciate her efforts,
While with that chance!
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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Kiss Me Bliss Me
Key:- a - anita r - ray
R: kiss me bliss me baby
Put love on the loose
Kiss me bliss me baby
You got nothing left to lose
Kiss me bliss me baby
Put love on the loose
Kiss me bliss me baby
Youve nothing left to lose
R: this is the one, it is from the heart
A call to you to tear my life apart
Kiss me, bliss me, send me all that you got
Send me vibes, give me something hot
Understand, this is no game
No tame way to take a dame
Take a chance girl, run my way
Join my rave baby lets play slave
A sweetheart, with a body of ice
You might be cold but I can see youre nice
Hardly baby, giving a guy a chance
Meanwhile baby I asking you to trance
A: I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
R: maybe, maybe sometime baby
Sometime soon youll be my baby
Cant hang around, got dreams to dream
So beam me up to the startship scream
Were talking skin, were talking flesh
The kinky souls that makes you fell fresh
Maybe, maybe feel the fun
Sharing vibes just one on one
Sweetheart you have a heart of ice
It might be cold but I can see youre nice
Hardly baby, have I got a chance
Be my baby Im asking you to trance
A: I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
I know what you feeling, Ive been there before
I know what you feeling, boy, youre crying out for more
Kiss me, bliss, me baby, youve nothing left to lose
Kiss me, bliss me baby, put love on the loose
A: nothing left to lose
R: put your dancing shoes on
R yeah!
A: kiss me bliss me baby!
I know what youre feeling
Youre coming back for more
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Riddle
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
Monday morning was the first time
That I noticed something strange
Now I know with your kiss was not the same
Was it all just in my mind
Or was it something I should pay attention to
Then on tuesday having lunch with friends
I thought I saw your car
Leaving from our favorite restaurant but too far
For my eyes to see what I feel
Would be heartbreaking if I saw was true whoo
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Wednesday evening
Every time the phone would rang
Youd say hello
When Id come around youd say I got to go
Youre friends never called line two before
And I dont know nobody named tyrone
Oh now its thursday
You left the house to go to work an hour early
You said you had some papers for your boss to sign
But you left your briefcase home
And when I called you job
They said you were not there oh yeah
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Friday night
Is the night weve always had our weekend date
But you showed up at the house extremely late
Without any conversation you just went to bed
And said that youre head ached
Now its the weekend
And you know that its the day I do my cleaning
And when I washed your shirts I just could not believe
Im picking hair weave off your seam
Found a letter in your pocket from the week please
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
song performed by by En Vogue
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Kiss
Oh-ohh
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, l-la, la, la, la, l-la, la, laa
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, l-la, la, la, la, l-la, la, laa
Every friday
My head's spinning round and round
Been working all week now baby
Yes, it's my day
I take a trip downtown
To my favourite club now, baby
That's when i see you
With loving arms to fall into
But i'm not lookin' for full-time love
There's still so much i wanna do
I only kiss, kiss, kiss when the sun don't shine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
You wanna kiss, kiss, kiss then tonight is fine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Can live without it
I don't want a full-time love
'cos it's not on my mind now, baby
You know my freedom
Is what i'm thinking of
And i ain't got the time now, baby
Straight out of the blue
You came and asked me to
Be your date in the daytime babe
But i am sorry, no can do
I only kiss, kiss, kiss when the sun don't shine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
You wanna kiss, kiss, kiss then tonight is fine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
I only kiss, kiss, kiss when the sun don't shine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
You wanna kiss, kiss, kiss then tonight is fine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Kiss me when the sun don't shine
Kiss me when the sun don't shine, oh-woah
(make some noise for the vengaboys)
Oh-woah
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, l-la, la, la, la, l-la, la, laa
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, l-la, la, la, la, l-la, la, laa
I only kiss, kiss, kiss when the sun don't shine
Oh-woah, oh-woah
You wanna kiss, kiss, kiss then tonight is fine
Oh-woah, oh-woah..
song performed by by Vengaboys
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William House and Family
Come all kind friends, both far and near,
Come listen to me and you shall hear --
It's of a family and their fate,
All about them I will relate.
They once did live at Edgerton,
They once did live at Muskegon,
From there they went to Chicago,
Which proved their fatal overthrow.
It was William House's family,
As fine a family as you see --
His family was eleven in all,
I do not think it was very small.
Two children died some years ago,
Before they went to Chicago,
Five children there he had with him,
When death his home there enters in.
The small-pox then was raging there,
And Oh! it would not their house spare,
For all but one was sick of them,
A dreadful house it must have been.
The eldest girl was married then,
The eldest boy was in Michigan,
The second boy he was at home,
And took care of them all alone.
His father and his mother dear,
And dear sister, too, I hear,
Were very sick and in his care,
And no kind friends to help him there:
Two little brothers, and a baby too,
Made six in all -- what could he do,
He had to take care of them all,
The baby, too, was very small.
As he would go to his father's bed,
And try to soothe his aching head,
"My son, I pray you leave me, do
Go take care of poor mother, too."
"Your mother and sister need your care,
And your little infant brother there;
Oh! Charlie, Charlie, take care of them,
My son, do all for them you can."
It seemed as though he did not know
That his poor soul so soon must go,
And leave his little ones he loved,
To go to that bright world above.
But God he called his soul away,
It had to leave, it could not stay --
He never more on earth will be,
His soul is from sin and sorrow free.
Charles helped the sexton, I am told,
To lay his form in the coffin cold --
How sad, how sad, poor soul was he,
When last his father's form did see.
Minnie May House she had to go,
And leave her friends that loved her so --
She was a girl in her teens,
A lovely flower as e'er was seen.
Minnie and her mother lay on one bed,
And when Charles said, "our Minnie is dead,"
His mother then she did grow wild,
And early after knew her child.
They buried Minnie by her father's side,
And left them there where they had died --
Charles took his mother and brothers then
And brought them back to Michigan.
For the mother and the baby too,
Kind friends did all that they could do,
But those poor souls they could not save,
For now they're sleeping in their grave.
Oh! what a noble son was he,
His age was then only sixteen --
Charles House's name I have told before
God bless his soul forever more.
poem by Julia A Moore
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The girl, The Gun, and The Suicide
My name is Anonymous
And I'm gonna tell you a story
The begining's dull, the middle's depressing
And the end is rather gory
There was a girl who lived in
A small suburban town
Where no matter you go
You see someone you know around
Her life was mostly good
But one major thing was bad
Her mother was an angel
While she had a devil for a dad
He was a sexist bastard
Who liked to beat women
He'd married and divorced three times
All three times, they left him
He also beat his daughters
Untill the eldest ran away
And left the younger dangling
On a rope that was all fray
Finally the younger, knowing
That her life was done,
Decided to go out with a bang
And blew her brains out with a gun
Her soaked through the carpet
And how her mother cried
And that's the end of my story called
The girl, the gun, and the suicide
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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The Gift
Oh so fine
We were trying
Out of nowhere
Just in time
Let you take me
Deep down the river
Kiss the changes
That shape my life
Always
Left behind
All the tracks that
I could find
Do do do do do
All these scars are mine
I was thinking got the feeling
The gift you gave
Is gonna last forever
All the lies you find
All the truth you see
Rise and fall
But I know whats mine
Here we lie
Looking up to
Empty sky
And the promises we find
Im not the first one
To ask why
I was thinking
Got the feeling
The gift you gave
Is gonna last forever
song performed by by INXS
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Old Friends
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
Saw you walk into the club last night
Could not even believe what I was seein
How do I even stop thinkin of you?
cause in my eyes youre still mine
Nobody told me I would feel like this
Wanting you more as the years walk on by
Now Im not afraid to say what i, I believe
But I wish you were my wife
My old friend
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(my old friend)
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
First time we met so cool, cool I never knew
You would become so closely to my heart
And now when I look back, girl I was so blessed
The rest never passed the test
Im choosy when it comes to newfound friends
And I wish they could be so smooth
(just like you)
And you never sweated me girl that was so tight
You were an angel in my life, oh, if
(I knew then)
What I know now
(what I know now)
Oh, yeah
(you wouldnt be with him)
You would be here
(youd be here with me)
My old friend
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(my old friend)
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(spoken-ralph):
Wow
Wish I only knew
What I know now
Im sorry baby
(my old friend)
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(old friends)
Old friends
Are the best friends
(are the best friends)
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(what I wanna do, what I wanna say)
Old friends
Are the best friends
(I cant believe I have to leave without ya, baby, baby, baby)
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(yeah)
Old friends
(sometimes, sometimes I get so lonely, so lonely, so lonely girl)
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(old friends)
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(my old friend)
Old friends
Are the best friends
(are the best friends)
All my old friends
Are my best friends
(my old friend)
song performed by by New Edition
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mother 22/09/09
BlitheIy I called my sister, yesterday
my mother reported ‘Do not bother me
I cannot entertain you’ - I thought I was
helping her, I was wrong, my loud
presence taxed her limited power
At the end of today after finishing my German
document and the scrambled letter from Brussels
that does not make sense, I called her – my sister
cried, ‘Mother is white as a sheet, tired, I walked
until my feet hurt
PLEASE support me’ - now I can mean something
to my family, although specialists say there was
implosion of little bones, I believe that my
mother’s life and abilities – even her
looks! – are safe....
poem by Margaret Alice
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Married Men
(bugatti - musker)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Bonnie recorded this song in 1979 for the film the world is full of married men. the lyrics are taken from the japanese single.
The world is full of married men
With wives who never understand
Theyre looking for someone to share
The excitement of a love affair
Just as soon as they find you
They wine you and dine you
You fly on the wings of romance
But in the eyes of the world
Youre just another crazy girl
Who loves a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
Oh yeah you make him feel so young
But his wife will still be number one
He promises to marry you
Just as soon as his divorce
Comes through
And its not just a fling
He swears its the real thing
A love that could last till the end
As hes driving away
You know its true what they say
About married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Oh hell run when the scandal
Gets too hot to handle
Hell say I just want to be friends
They hell walk out of your life
Hell go home to his wife
cause hes a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Hell walk out of your life
And go home to his wife
A married man
Dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men....repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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