August Arch
Rhombus Rain
Travellers pain
Foxy Breeze
Cloaking sneeze
Fungal Dotes
Smelly clothes
Cold and damp
The August Tramp
poem by Soma Mukherjee
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Foxy Lady
Foxy
Foxy
You know youre a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know youre a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy
I wanna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady
I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, baby listen now
Ive made up my mind
Im tired of wasting all my precious time
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady
Here I come
Im gonna take you home
I wont do you no harm, no
Youve got to be all mine, all mine
Here I come
Im comin to get ya
Foxy lady
You look so good
Yeah, foxy
Yeah, give us some
Foxy
Yeah, get it, babe
You make me feel like
Feel like sayin foxy
Foxy
Foxy lady
Foxy lady
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Harvestsong.
The last apple in the garden,
Fell unnoticed.
While I was away,
Making hay.
From August to December.
From rain to mid-never.
So cold as
'Shiver me timbers'.
The last apple,
Tasted bland and damp.
The fruit of all God,
For all to see.
Natures` harvest replenishing
Wild and ever free.
The last apple was mine,
For the first time,
Falling from August
To gone Christmas morn on,
From sunshine, rain
And fall, through winters`
Seemingly (forever)
Without a snowdropp to recall.
poem by Peter Vealey
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The Tramp
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
Turned up collar and worn out shoes
He doesnt care cause he hasnt got nothing to lose
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
No companion to take him home
His only friends are the kind that just leave him alone
No one knows just how lonely his life has been
In a world that lives in a dream
He sleeps alone in the damp
And rests his head upon a door
The only bed he knows is the floor,
The tramp
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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The Lady Is A Tramp (Live)
(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's oke!
Hate california
It's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's oke!
Hate california
It's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The Lady Is A Tramp
(richard rodgers/lorentz hart)
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Im broke, its oke!
Hate california
Its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Im broke, its oke!
Hate california
Its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Shanghai Jar
Standing in a Shanghai Jar
water trickles down my nose
debris falls upon my head
mud builds up around my toes.
My clothes are sodden, caked with mould,
water splashes round my knees.
The air is misty damp and cold,
I cough and splutter, wheeze and sneeze.
What am I doing in this zone
holed up in this dreadful pot?
This is my own my very own
though why or how I have forgot.
Outside, the sun spins through the heavens.
The stars, like gold dust, fill up space.
The cosmic wind slides through the void.
Somewhere, out there, my own true face?
poem by Brian Taylor
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A Song Of Winter Weather
It isn't the foe that we fear;
It isn't the bullets that whine;
It isn't the business career
Of a shell, or the bust of a mine;
It isn't the snipers who seek
To nip our young hopes in the bud:
No, it isn't the guns,
And it isn't the Huns --
It's the MUD,
MUD,
MUD.
It isn't the melee we mind.
That often is rather good fun.
It isn't the shrapnel we find
Obtrusive when rained by the ton;
It isn't the bounce of the bombs
That gives us a positive pain:
It's the strafing we get
When the weather is wet --
It's the RAIN,
RAIN,
RAIN.
It isn't because we lack grit
We shrink from the horrors of war.
We don't mind the battle a bit;
In fact that is what we are for;
It isn't the rum-jars and things
Make us wish we were back in the fold:
It's the fingers that freeze
In the boreal breeze --
It's the COLD,
COLD,
COLD.
Oh, the rain, the mud, and the cold,
The cold, the mud, and the rain;
With weather at zero it's hard for a hero
From language that's rude to refrain.
With porridgy muck to the knees,
With sky that's a-pouring a flood,
Sure the worst of our foes
Are the pains and the woes
Of the RAIN,
THE COLD,
AND THE MUD.
poem by Robert William Service
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Ode To The Elder Brush
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The leaves rustle
beneath the moonless sky.
August had come
August had little to last
Leaving my soul
Alone.
Alone with my past.
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The bark shudders
beneath the gloom above.
My soul wanders
Devoid of love.
My soul wonders,
Love?
Does it even need love?
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The roots shiver
beneath the silent night.
My soul yearns for its mate
Where is she?
It wonders,
Can it ever heal,
Can it ever fall again in love.
poem by Shah Rizan
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The Lady Is A Tramp
Ive wined and dined on mulligan stew, and never wished for turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from maine to albuquerque
Alas, I missed the beaux arts ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored noel ca-ad (coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My hobohemia is the place to be
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I dont like crap games, with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
Im broke, its ok
Hate california, its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I go to coney, the beach is devine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I find a winchell, and read every line
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isnt a fake
I love the rowing, on central park lake
I go to opera and stay wide awake
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, Im flat, thats that
Im alone when I lower my lamp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
Transcribed by todd peach
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A few additional verses from the ella in berlin cd:
Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell slender ella to leave me alone
Im not so hot, but my shape is my own
Thats why the lady is a tramp
The food at the kopensky is perfect, no doubt
I couldnt tell you wha the ritz is about
Drop a nickle in, and coffee comes out
Thats why the lady is a tramp
Like the sweet, fresh, rain in my face
Diamonds and lace, no got, so what? !
For frank sinatra, I whistle and stamp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
Shes a hobo
Shes a scamp
Shes a no-good kinda tramp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Cold Wind In August
I waited for you
You waited for me
That it seemed like, seemed like a mighty long time
Baby I had to have you
Oh, I had to have you
Come rain, rain or shine
It was a cold wind in august
Shivers up and down my spine
I was standin in your garden
In the california pine
I was standing shivering
Ive got the fever in the rain
But I cant come on back to see you
Again and again and again
I said i, I had to have you
Baby I had to have you
Come rain, come rain or shine
It was a cold wind in august
Shivers up and down my spine
And I was standing in your garden
In the california pine
California pine
(instrumental)
It was a cold wind in august
Shivers up and down my spine
I was standin in your garden
In the california pine
In the california pine it was a cold wind in august
I was pushed on through september
Oh pushin through september
In the rain
Pushin through, pushin through september
In the rain
Ooh
It was a cold wind in august
Shivers up and down my spine
I was standin standin in your garden
In the california pine
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Lady Is A Tramp
I've wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My "hobohemia" is the place to be
I get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I don't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's o'k
Hate California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell, and read every line
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like a prizefight, that isn't a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I'm flat, that's that
I'm alone when I lower my lamp
That's why the lady is a tramp
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Rainy Day Under Trees
She stood with you
under the trees
the rain falling hard
the Sunday church service
had been a wet affair
the walk home together
then the bus
to the end of the road
and she said
Is it ever going to stop?
her hair was limp
and hung over
her forehead
her eyes bright
her complexion white
Sure
you said
But I've built an ark
in the woods behind
just in case
and she laughed
and took your hand
and said
How any animals
have you got so far?
Couple of woodlice
and beetles
and the odd worm or so
and you smelt
the scent on her
the warmth
of her hand
in yours and you both
under the trees
out of the rain
but the drops fell through
You remember that time
we went to the hay barn
to keep out of the rain
and we were wet through
and took of our clothes
and lay in the hay?
she said
snuggling closer to you
No can't say I do
you said
and she smack your arm
and said
Oh yes you do
and there was a break out
from the sun
through the branches
as if you say
I' still here
I'm trying to get through
and she looked at you
and you smiled
and said
I can still smell the hay
and you lying there
beside me
and the damp clothes
hanging over the hay bale
and you and I close
and warmth
and then she put
her finger to her lips
and shushed you
and drops of rain
came onto her head
Let's keep it kind of holy
she said
and kissed your damp ear
her lips like a blessing
soft skin on soft skin
and she moved away
and the rain eased
and you both moved out
into the woods
pleased.
poem by Terry Collett
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You're So Foxy
you caught my fall makeing out on alcohol
An innocent mistake
Falling in love on accident,i didn't mean to
constant danger,constant stranger
it started out so sweet
and know we're both feel'in incomplete
i don't know how much i can take
we're on we're off
we're knocked down and getting up
we try to fight it,the agony and ecstacy
and it's painful but it's worth it
'cause you're so foxy and i think you're kinda good for me
you're so foxy
mental earthquakes,conversation mistakes
my army of words
i can't believe you're crawling back for more out of disire
destiny or chemicals,emotions are susceptable
and you can't resist
i can't seem to walk away from this
so show me how much you can take,are you in or out?
you're knocked down and getting up
you kinda like it,all the agony and ecstasy
and it's painful,i'm sorry
but you're so foxy i can't let you get away from me
'cause you're so foxy
so get out of my way i'm feeling so in love today
it can't be understood
and when i'm feeling good it's really good
the kinda good that feels like fate
we're back and forth
we're knocked down and getting up
we try to fight it,the agony and ecstacy
and it's painful but it's you're fault
'cause you're so foxy and you got yourself all over me
you're so foxy
And i can't take it ,it's hard to take it
i can't take it
it's painful but it's worth it
'cause you're so foxy
i think your kinda good for me
song performed by by No Doubt
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Dancing In The Rain
Cool breeze, a little sneeze
a beautiful walk, a lovely talk
a evening sky so breathe taking
a romance in the making
just you and I
a light shower, pop the umbrella
cozy under it, to stay dry
feeling your warmth
hearing you giggle like a kid
we start to play in the rain
dancing and singing
getting wet, we don't care
romancing n the rain
bring love and joy
being a kid with you
is like being in the rain
singing and dancing
to the end of time
holding and swaying
humming and kissing
wet from the rain
brings your beauty out
so gorgeous and so sexy
I dance a thousand dances with you
in the rain
poem by Michael Peterson
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Stuck In The August Rain
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
And bends to kiss my frown away.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The covers on, the coast is clear.
Were all battened down, only us here.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom.
I appear to revel in this darkened room.
But Im still still stuck in the august rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the august rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 221
January is too soon here
A damp and cold start to the year
February follows on
With snow and ice that’s seldom gone
March appears next in line
And down comes rain all the time
April showers now are due
Lasting the whole month through
May and showers still persist
Bringing frost and fog and mist
June gets hot, insanely so
Everyone’s red and aglow
July bring chills mixed with hot
You’re never sure just what you’ve got
August the sun is up and bold
But the wind still keeps it cold
September the drizzle and ice is back
Keeping up a relentless attack
October’s colder so I hide
With a hot drink and stay inside
November sees your breath in the air
And colds and sneezes everywhere
December’s cold but brings some cheer
Then bloody January’s here
poem by Flying Lemming
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Cheery Year
January is too soon here
A damp and cold start to the year
February follows on
With snow and ice that’s seldom gone
March appears next in line
And down comes rain all the time
April showers now are due
Lasting the whole month through
May and showers still persist
Bringing frost and fog and mist
June gets hot, insanely so
Everyone’s red and aglow
July bring chills mixed with hot
You’re never sure just what you’ve got
August the sun is up and bold
But the wind still keeps it cold
September the drizzle and ice is back
Keeping up a relentless attack
October’s colder so I hide
With a hot drink and stay inside
November sees your breath in the air
And colds and sneezes everywhere
December’s cold but brings some cheer
Then bloody January’s here
poem by Flying Lemming
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Red Rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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October Rain
I remember the tears
with yesterdays pain
that dreadful year
of October rain.
Darkened skies
with clouds of gray
gloom which followed
everyday.
Hidden in shadows
fate lurked at me
a game of life
which took three.
With each breeze
of passing wind
fate just laughed
at me again.
Cold wet rain
stained my face
salty tears
I could taste.
As I looked
up to the sky
I could not help
but wonder why.
My soul screamed
with terror and pain
that dreadful year
of October rain.
poem by Rene' Bennett
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The Last Train
She was waiting for the last train,
under the lamp light.
The rain drizzled
and the lamp made shadows
on a damp grey wall and as it did
ghostly figures loomed,
spookily, highlighting
the loneliness of the night.
Passing the time, she read posters
‘drink this beer, buy that car,
holiday in Spain.
She shivered, wet, tired,
no umbrella, wearing a
thin plastic Mac.
As her train pulled away,
she snuggled up inside a carriage.
Looking out of its window,
there, against the damp wall
was a tramp, dirty, ragged,
silently swigging Meths,
no coat, no train ticket,
drinking his damnation.
poem by Ruth Walters
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