Die Son Kom Stadig Op
DIE SON KOM STADIG OP
Sing vir my ‘n lied
dat ek kan verstaan
waarom draai die lewe
as dit stil gaan staan
By die venster wag die son
op ‘n helder oggenduur
wat sal daardie dag nou bring
sal dit die lewe dalk versuur
Kan ek my oë oopmaak
en kyk wat vir my wag
‘n oomblik in die toekoms
dalk ‘n mooie dag
As die son se strale
op my gesig kom lê
sal ek vrede altyd vind
en U altyd ‘n antwoord hê
Stadig word dit nou
hier warm rondom my
U het my in U hande
sal my nou bybly
2004
Sylvia
poem by Sylvia Prinsloo
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Otoya en Oslo
Heer, in afgryse luister ons na ‘n verhaal van haat
‘n Verhaal wat ons verbuisterd laat
Hoe kan mens hierdie dade in woorde omsit?
Heer, ‘n hele nasie staan in pyn en smart
Die letters van swart op die wit papier kan nooit die pyn uitdruk
En ‘n groot gat is saam met gebou se mure uit ons hart geruk
En elke lyk van elke kind op daardie eiland voel soos ons eie
Die verlies wat ‘n ouer voel sal nooit beksryf kan word
Heer, Heer, ons uitroepe van smart en seer is so oorverdowend soos die bom
Heer, Heer, ons gevoelens lê soos die bakstene verstrooid
‘n Ramp uit ‘n mens se hand?
Heer, die vrae oor die toekoms van elkeen in daardie land
Heer, U alleen sal kan berusting bring, want troos is nie moontlik
Heer, U alleen sal kan oordeel oor so ‘n daad
Heer, vergelding is al waaraan mens kan dink
En tog sal dit ons plaas waar hy staan
Vergelding sal ons plaas in die hand van die duiwel
Heer, ons bid vir hierdie mense dat U hul sal beskerm
poem by Amanda Boucher
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Et Memoria [2]
Kom stap vanoggend deur my lewe
terwyl ons, ons gisters onthou,
‘n nuwe dag voor ons oopvou
en laat ‘n afdruk van jou
geskilder teen die seildoek van my gedagtes
want elke nuwe môre
word uit ons gisters gebore
en jy bly deel van my, al is
alles tussen ons nou verby,
sien ek jou in die glans van die son,
die dou wat blinkend op blare sit
en ek besef nou, dat liefde
in elke oomblik van onthou
weer van voor af begin
en hoe langsaam rek ek nog
oomblikke wat reeds verby is uit
asof dit altyd deel van my menswees is
maar ek is reeds daarvan bewus
dat dinge vêr by verby tussen ons is,
dat jy vanaand
hitte by iemand anders sal kry
asof ek, net nog
deel van ‘n dooie vlam is.
[Verwysing: Et Memoria deur Japie S. Strydom:
“Kom stap vanaand
deur my môre,
en blaai saam deur my drome,
teken jou liggaam hier
in my sagtebandboek aan,
want ons vandag is in gisters en more gebore:
jy is die ligflits van die son,
die môre-dag se dou;
‘n laat middag in my somer-drome,
‘n vroeë lente more –
Ek weet vanaand,
dat die dae van ons lewe (liefde?) ,
weer,
in elke nuwe onthou begin:
hoe langsaam het ek jou
in die dae van gister en môre
in onthou van lang-verlang –
toegespin en afgedra
na die wol kombers van my gewete.
Ek weet vanaand,
sal jou voete
ongewoond aan die vreemdheid –
my skaam-koud skei.”]
Et Memoria
Come and walk through my life today
while we remember our yesterdays,
a new day is unfolding for us
and leave an impression of you,
painted against the canvas of my thoughts
because every new tomorrow
is born from our yesterdays
and you stay part of me, even though
everything between us is past,
I see you in the sparkle of the sun,
the dew that are sparkling on leaves
and now I realize, that love
in every moment of remembering
starts new again
and how slowly I still stretch out moments
that is already past
as if it’s always part of my humanity
but I am aware
that our relationship is far past being dead,
that tonight
you will find heat with someone else
as if I am only
part of a quenched flame.
[Reference: Et Memoria by Japie S. Strydom:
“Come walk tonight
through my tomorrow,
and page with me through my dreams,
draw your body here
in my soft covered book,
since our today is born in yesterdays and tomorrows:
you are a flash of the sun,
the early morning dew;
summer dreams on a late afternoon,
an early spring morning–
tonight I know,
that the days of our lives (love?) ,
again,
starts in every remembrance:
how slowly I weaved you
and carried you down
– into the cocoon of yesterdays and tomorrows
in remembrance of drawn out longing
to the wool blanket of my conscience.
Tonight I know
that your feet
unaccustomed to the strangeness -
will separate from me coldly shy.” (My English translation.) ]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Amsterdam, September 1939
Vir Ernst
Niks sal ooit weer wees soos dit daardie somer was:
die water van die Spiegelgracht lê swart soos glas;
die brûe, boë, bome en lampe ry op ry
wieg lui-lui heen en weer as ’n bootjie daaroor gly;
en deur die mis wat instoot van die see terwyl
die skemer teen die gewels styg, klink vér en yl,
asof gesprinkel, ’n wysietjie uit ’n toringklok.
Maar dis reeds oorlog! Dié besef tref skielik met ’n skok!
Ons wis dit séker ’n herfsmiddag, later, toe eindelik
ons skip die oop see kies en ons ’n laaste blik
vergun word van die kus – die strand, die kaal, wit duin
en ’n vuurtoring, donker, teen die donker, lae kruin;
en toe, ’n kwartiertjie later, in die Noordsee, mis ons boot
rakelings ’n myn wat los dryf in die see – en óns die dood.
Ons vaar dan verder: ’n helder driekleur aan die mas …
Maar niks sou ooit weer wees, soos dit daardie somer was.
poem by William Ewart Gladstone Louw
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Afrikaans: Sterregordels, Stilsonjare, Tydsbroekspypdinge, Haarsliert
Sterregordels
Cosmology in Afrikaans is an ode to joy, the
terms form sing-song strings with delightful
sounds “ewigbewegende elektron”
continuously spinning electron
“elektron in die hart van die atoomkorrel”
electron in the centre of the atom particle
- what a song!
“Triljoene Melkwegstelsels waaromheen ons
Melkweg elke tweehonderdmiljoenjaar
wentel – ‘n mallemeule van sterregordels…”
“Dobberende patrone, mesone en elektrone,
'n konfigurasie van konvekse novae”…
- these terms are singing to me!
A merry-go-round of star systems
Quotes from Adriaan Snyman “Die Messias Kode” (The Messiah Code) pp.9,10
Bombardement Van Frekwensies (English Explanation)
Waarmee sal ek hierdie leë oomblikke,
ankerloos, betekenisloos; aan die ewigheid
vasmaak - die gevoelsruimte in my hart
Is leeg, alle gevoel en denke het gesamentlik
in die donker duisternis van my brein ingeval
‘n laserbrein wat die hologramwêreld
Self moet konsituteer uit ‘n bombardement
van betekenislose frekwensies – maar
vandag is die ligstraalfokus uit
My pendulumgedagtes swaai ongefokus rond
die opgerolde, ingevoude ses-en-twintig of
meer dimensies van die virtuele werklikheid
Wil nie vir my oopgaan nie…
All thought and feeling fell into the black hole in my brain and the twenty-six or more rolled-up frequencies of reality does not want to open for me today…
Geloof In Liefde - Faith In Love
Die huis gee my die ritteltits vanaand, die kat
al dwalende, jy slaap alreeds, net ek hang
rond soos ‘n dwalende gees
Met al die simptome van rinnitus, nek stywer as
dié van ‘n Egiptiese mummie, gemoedstemming
swart soos die donkerste nag
Verstikkende verveling - ek is nie meer lus vir
lees nie, selfs die magiese betowering van
kinderverhale is my verlôre
Kyk weer na my gunsteling-DVD, Phantom of the
Opera, die musiek en lirieke sal my weereens
bekoor, Emmy Rossum se klokhelder stem
Sal my allengs meesleur, Gerhard Butler - die
tragiese phantom - sal nuwe drome ontvou, die
wonderbaarlike einde van begrip en vergifnis
Van onvoorwaardelike aanvaarding geskenk aan die
phantom deur ‘n ongelooflik liefdevolle Christine, sal
weereens my geloof in liefde versterk
My inspireer om die illusie van die werklikheid
te transsendeer...
Bored tonight, watching my favourite DVD Phantom of the Opera, the way Christine forgives the Phantom unconditionally will once again inspire me to transcend illusionary reality.
Ivan Rebroff
Ek en Minette sing uit volle bors
ons eie weergawe van Ivan Rebroff:
“Lief Blompies in die Maanskyn” wat
die sanger so mooi kon sing
Koesterende, fluweelsagte basnote
net om dan tot ‘n falsetto op te klim
dit was weergaloos – ons nabootsing
van die Rebroff-lied was uitsonderlik
Terwyl die skoolhoof ons meewarig
betrag - dit was ontoelaatbare gedrag
om op die skooltrappe te praat – maar
toe ons die hoë note jubelend sing
Begin hy te lag – vergeet toe skoon
om ons te betig vir ons lawaaierige
gedrag!
Oorlewing van die Bewussyn
Die klein bietjie lewe wat myne is
stukkie realiteit waaruit ek opstyg
om droomhorisonne te verken
Tussen “Vier mure teen die
Suidewind” voel ek nie tuis nie,
in die grysheid van die realiteit
Bou ek nie my huis nie - as jy kla
ek is ‘n bywoner in my eie huis -
stem ek saam ja, “Die wêreld
Is ons Woning nie”, ek is ‘n pelgrim
op reis na die ewigheid; wat die
wêreld my bied
Is nie die moeite werd nie, slegs
die visioene wat ek snags nog
sien, verskaf hoop
Vir oorlewing van die
bewussyn…
'Ivan Rebroff': We imitated one of his songs in the school passages and the headmaster was so amused by our brilliant rendition of the singer's exceptional voice, he never scolded us as he should have done.
'Oorlewing': I'm a pilgrim on earth and live for the visions I see at night, hoping for the survival of consciousness.]
Jakkalsdraaie Gooi (& English Explanation)
Daar’s niks fout met jakkalsdraaie gooi nie
solank mens die passies net geniet, maar
wanneer verwarring aanhoudend toeneem,
speletjies meer argwaan as afleiding bied
raak dit net ‘n gekke gejaag na wind –
die dag so grou en nat, sonder sprankelende
glinstervreugde omdat ek al weer verkeerd
geleef het, maak my moedeloos raadop
draai my gevoelens op hul kop, maak my
sit en opstaan ‘n syn in sak en as; ek kan
vandag nie weerstand bied nie, slegs een
wete bly: Jy gooi allengs meer jakkalsdraaie
as die meeste ander mense in hul hele leeftyd,
solank as wat jy staan en val by wat jy sê,
elke woord beterweterig verdedig, sal ek net
wysneusig swyg; my slegs verkneukel in
verklarings wat die bekoorlike in goed geplaaste
woorde wil verdoesel en versmoor - gaan maar
voort, vermorsel elke woord, my denke word nie
bepaal deur jou sienings nie
Ek kom tot die gevolgtrekking, jy weet nie
meer wat jy self bedoel of wat jy wil
beheer nie…
(It is fun to run around in circles as long as everone consents, but when the players lose sight of the meaning of the game, it makes no sense and communication comes to an end.)
Te Veel Verbeelding (English Translation)
My kantoor is ‘n slagveld vandag - eers
speel Tiaan met plastiekspeelgoedmanne
gooi hulle in die lug op, nou skop hy my
tafel wyl hy op sy maag lê en lees -
kort-kort wys hy my hoe die papierklamp
die bloedtoevoer afsny na sy hand
Ek lees van Kanada en die Kongo
terwyl hy Harry Potter geniet, my
dokument droog en vervelig terwyl
hy soek na koeldrank – lê nou al op
die tafel en lees; kan hom nie eens
verkwalik nie – hy is bloed van my bloed
Vlees van my vlees; ek lê ook altyd
en lees; hy antwoord my vrae met
dramatiese opmerkings vol sinlose
misterie – nou voel ek hoe andere
my soms ervaar - ek hoop om hom
eendag te help om sy kruis van
Te veel verbeelding te dra…
Too much imagination – Tiaan is visiting my office today, changing it into a war-zone, throwing plastic toys about, kicking my desk and reading while lying on his stomach; I can’t even blame him because that’s what I also do at home, he answers my questions with riddles like I do and I hope to help him channel his imagination one day…
Sterrekundewoordeboekdinge, Lieflikheid, Reptielbreinsindroom, Flirtasie, Stilsonjare
Stilsonjare, Eilanduniversum
Sirkel -van-voortdurende-Onsigbaarheid
Tempoverandering van Horlosiedwaal
met my Astrodeikton vir Sterrenavigasie
en Sterrekatalogus
gaan ek op reis
vind vreugde in
middelpuntvliedende Versnellingkrag
steek die Chandrasekhargrens verby
soekend na ‘n Sterrebeeld
vind vreugde in Byekorfswerm
en Knipoog van Katoognewel
speel met die korpuskelêre Ligteorie
en juig en dans van vreugde wanneer
die ingeboude Siklotron
die subatomiese deeltjies
van my hart versnel...
O Die Liewe Lieflikheid
(Sing op die wysie van 'O die Liewe Martatjie' - Du Lieber Augustin)
O, die liewe lieflikheid, loflikheid, heerlikheid
o, die liewe werklikheid - wat nou gedaan?
Werk van my, droom daarby, pligsgetrou
sal voortbou -
o, die liewe lieflikheid, wat nou gedaan!
Skielik onthou: 'Kersie brand sag en flou
in die stroopblikdeksel nou...'
'O Goedheids Gods' driestemmig gesing,
sopraan, alt en deskant - vir juffrou Malan
soveel jare al my droomweergawe van
Doktor Serfontein - Theunis Krogh
ontdek in standerd twee
Onmiddelik die huis en Blommeland verlaat -
wou nie meer Liewe Heksie wees nie -
In Keurboslaan gaan bly en gedroom
oor 'Jong Doktor Serfontein: Toe Lodi
die Gees op die berg verskyn het...'
saam geluister terwyl Mnr. Schoonbee
op sy viool gespeel het
Vreugdevol saam Tessa uit die Kaap
weggeloop en by die Hoof gaan bly,
Krynauw was my beste vriend, jong
Spaulding was my grootste maat
Helen Bielefeld het
As goudgeklede koningin in my hart
kom woon, ek het wenede saam met
Dian gesing op die Eistedfodd,
saam met Richard gehuil
toe hy saam met
Doktor weggery het, saam
met Josef getreur toe hy sy
pa se nuutste roman in die
vlamme gewerp het in 'n
vreeslike woedebui...
O, die liewe lieflikheid, loflikheid, heerlikheid
o, die liewe werklikheid - wat nou gedaan!
Die reptielbrein-sindroom
Ek lees op oor hoe Atlantis gestig is
deur buiteplanetêre wesens wat toe die land laat sink het
met hul onheilskennis
en hoe groot reptiele eens hul DNA met ons gene gemeng het
en daarom het ons almal 'n reptielbrein –
ek 'figure' net my reptielbrein funksioneer nog
want my hele lewe is net
'n bondel primitiewe angs
en oorlewingsgevegte....
…dis die rede hoekom ek met my nagemaakte mensheid
net helfte van alles doen wat ander mense gewoonlik doen.
Flirtasie
O flikkervergelyker
jy bedwelm my met jou knipoognewel
met skielike blouverheldering
die groenflits van ‘n blouson - gevolg deur
beeldvertroebeling
O aanjaagvuurpyl van pyn
in boegskokangs en breuksonesmart
vernietigende uitbrandingsoomblik
O my koolstofster sonder glans....
Stilsonjare 2000
In onderste verduisteringstydperk
groot die kosmologiese afstand
groot die kosmologiese rooiverskuiwing
wenend in my kraterkuil
o my sekelson
o my sekelmaan se punt...
Kom jul krepuskulêre skemerstrale
vasgevang in dwarsbeweging
O siklotrongeliefde
o versnelde subatomiese hartdeeltjies!
............................................. ............................2000
! Tydbroekspypdinge En Superstringe / Down The Trousers of Time
Ek huil emmers vol water omdat
Mr Adorable-Lovable op sy eie
donkerwolk-dooie-aarde-kaasdraak-
ellende- vuur-en-swael-planeet sit
en niks met feëmense en toorkrag
uit te waaie wil hê nie –
Maar ek sweef terselfdertyd op die
wolke omdat Okefenokee-Alligator
vir Shahrazd-Nyl-Krokodil reptiel-
breinvoedsel verskaf - en op mag-
lev-treine rondjaag, al met die
“ley-lines” langs – en omdat
Die multiversum verskeie broekspyp-
alternatiewe bied langs die tydhelling-
broekspyp af! Ek skryf sommer ‘n
Afrikaanse blog om al die tydbroeks-
pypdinge en superstringe bymekaar
te sit, en meer moontlikhede te
Realiseer - hoe gaan dit met die skrywery
met die goeie, kontemplatiewe, kompulsiewe
Mnr-Landdros–Die-Slaaplose en sy
digterlike opwellinge in die nanag,
vroegdag, middag en aand?
Vriendelike groete,
Die Nylkrokodil
Down The Trousers of Time: Crying and laughing a the same time about crocodiles, mag-lev trains and ley-lines down the trousers of time...
Die Haarsliert – The Hairstring*
Hier is ‘n lang haarsliert wat
my aanhoudend kielie, wat
soos ‘n swaard my oog deur-
boor, ek wil guitig daardeur
loer en laat my hare groei
Maar die haarfrustrasie is
haas ondraaglik, my linker-
oog raak blind soos wat die
haarpunt gedurig daarin
steek, hoe op aarde
Hou ander vroue dit? As
dit so aanhou, sal ek
hand aan eie lewe
slaan!
* A string of hair keeps falling into my eye and irritates me to death!
poem by Margaret Alice
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(Afrikaans) Winter Hart
In die hartjie van die winter
in die winter van my hart
Lê ‘n leegte ongeneeslik
‘n Koue donker pad
Soos die storm wat hier buite dreig
die sneeu wat wit kom lê
Is daar koue in my lewe
is daar niks wat ek kan sê
Soos die winter windjie waai
en die wolke sneeu laat val
Is daar leegte binne my
‘n hol kol en dis al
Van somer soene
en sonskyn liefde
Na oë wat geen sins glans
as ek jou nie kan hê nie
sien ek vir niks anders kans
Die spasie waar jy pas
is in die holte van my hart
En niks sal ooit jou plek vat nie
niks behalwe smart.
poem by Carike Klokow
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The Shining Path
let your body sing
let your body sing
let your body sing of love
let the new day bring
let the new day bring
let the new day bring with love
and all that's not enough for us
to stay warm
to stay warm
to stay warm
don't say it's all but over
don't say they've pinned your shoulders down
i've been laughing hard from coming right around
and everything is as we always planned
a world of hurt that couldn't stop our dance
may the time of light and loving take a chance
the small things that you need
one could not run
let your body sing
let your body sing
let your body sing
let your children dream
let your children dream
their words come apart in my hands with love
and all that's enough for us
to stay warm
to stay warm
to stay warm
my day will come
my day will come around
my day will come
my day will come around
my day will come
my day will come
my day will come
with a turn around to be warm
my day will come
my day will come around
my day will come
with a turn around
as i turn around to be warm
song performed by by Zwan
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Sylvia
(words & music by g. stephens - l. reed)
These long lonely evenings
Here I am on the phone
Wondering if she will call
She said she would write me
cause she knows Im alone
But I hear nothing at all
Im waiting for a word of love from sylvia.
You think shed never heard of love my sylvia,
But when Im with her lord, I forgive her
cause shes more than the whole world to me
Theres nothing like a word of love from sylvia
The only one Im thinking of is sylvia
Feeling so sad now, Ill be so glad now
If I just had my sylvia with me
That old weepin willow
Seems to whisper her name
Why did she go away
The tears on my pillow
Theyre not hard to explain
Theres nothing else I can say
Im waiting for a word of love from sylvia.
You think shed never heard of love my sylvia,
But when Im with her lord, I forgive her
cause shes more than the whole world to me
Theres nothing in the world like sylvia
The only one Im thinking of is sylvia
Feeling so sad now, Ill be so glad now
If I just had my sylvia with me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Verlate en Vergete
Aleen in die wereld
So eensaam na jy weg is
My hart in stukkies
Gebroke en aleen
Sit ek en luister na die branders
Wat op die rotse breek
vluister ek jou naam
soos die reen druppels op die dak
dit lyk of die maan saam met my huil
die blink ogies van miljoene sterretjies
wat na my kyk
as of hulle my verdriet kan aanvoel
the aroma van jou skeurmiddel nog vars on my
asof jy enige oomblik by die deur gaan inkom
my enigste troos is die lughuis in die verte
hoe kon jy dit aan ons doen
poem by Persian Khushi
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Oh Sylvia
Oh Sylvia Sylvia I miss you
Like Van Gogh you felt pain
Wild flowers cry
Scream like England's tides
Howl for a father gone
Betrayed in sovereign agony
I weep like a child left behind
So in need of true love
Untreated loneliness
3am madness
The gas is on
Posthumous poetry
Ashes, dust with divine tears
I will never let you die
Your words bring me love
I just want to hold you
Bring you another blue sky
The Colossus and Ariel sail
Oh Sylvia! Sweet capricious rose
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Heavenly Arms
Heavenly arms reach out to hold me
Heavenly arms entice you to dance
In a world of ill will, the dancers are still
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Heavenly arms soft as a love song
Heavenly arms bring a kiss to your ear
In a world that seems mad, all the dancers seem sad
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Heavenly arms come to my rescue
Only a woman can love a man
In a world full of hate, love should never wait
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Heavenly arms strong as a sunset
Heavenly arms pure as the rain
Lovers stand warned of the worlds impending storm
Heavenly arms reach out to me
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Sylvia
Ohhh-wohhh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh, oh-woh-woh
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh, ohh-woh-woh
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
(sylvia, you mean so much to me)
(heavenly arms reach out to hold me)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Gone Fishing
Sylvia searched the whole house over
Calling out her lover's name...
He was not there, oh no ~ oh no,
He was hooked on the fishing game.
Down to the water he had gone,
Whether the sport was right or wrong!
The river was his hideaway,
So peaceful, on a warm summer's day.
Sweet Sylvia disliked the hobby,
Thought the fish could feel the pain.
She saw them struggle for their freedom
But Sylvia would never complain.
Now to wait three hours, or more.
Until that key turned in the door,
And he would greet his Sylvia dear
All laden down with his fishing gear.
And tomorrow morning may well be the same
'cause he was hooked on the fishing game.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Whenever God Shines His Light
Look at the ivy on the old clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
It's not a matter of when push comes to shove
It's just an hour on the wings of a dove
I dig it when you're fancy dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your face
This inspiration's got to be on the flow
This invitation's got to see it and know
It's just warm love
It's just warm love
And it's everpresent everywhere
And it's everpresent everywhere
That warm love
To the country I'm going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring, bring your guitar along
We'll sing some songs, we'll have some fun
The sky is crying and it's time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
It's raining outside from the skies up above
Inside it's warm love
Inside it's warm love
And it's everpresent everywhere
And it's everpresent everywhere
Warm love
Warm love
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sylvia's Mother
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy,
too busy to come to the phone .
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's trying
to start a new life of her own.
Sylvia's mother says 'Sylvia's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packing,
she's gonna be leaving today.
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's marrying
a fellah down Galveston way .
Sylvia's mother says 'Please don't say nothing
to make her start crying and stay.'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's hurrying,
she's catching the nine'o'clock train.
Sylvia's mother says:'Take your umbrella,
cause Sylvie it's starting to rain.'
And Sylvia's mother says 'Thank you for calling
and Sir won't you come back again ?'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Warm Love
Look at the ivy on the cold clinging wall
Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall
Its not a matter of when push comes to shove
Its just an hour on the wings of a dove
I dig it when youre fancy dressed up in lace
I dig it when you have a smile on your face
This inspirations got to be on the flow
This invitations got to see it and know
Its just warm love
Its just warm love
And its everpresent everywhere
And its everpresent everywhere
That warm love
To the country Im going
Lay and laugh in the sun
You can bring, bring your guitar along
Well sing some songs, well have some fun
The sky is crying and its time to go home
And we shall hurry to the car from the foam
Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes
Its raining outside from the skies up above
Inside its warm love
Inside its warm love
And its everpresent everywhere
And its everpresent everywhere
Warm love
Warm love
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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They Lied...
they lied to you...
lied to you about Vietnam.
lied about JFK,
about Bobby Kennedy,
about Martin Luther King.
they lied about trade agreements,
about global warming,
about oil spills,
about mining disasters,
about nuclear power.
they lied about 9/11,
about Iraq, and weapons
of mass destruction.
they lied about Afghanistan,
they're lying about Iran.
they lied about Wall Street,
about the national debt.
they lied yesterday,
and they're lying today.
when are we going to quit
believing in the lie?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Kippenjicht en Tegenlicht (voor R.Kopland)
Kippenjicht en Tegenlicht
Bloed laten prikken
moest zo hard schrikken
mijn hart stond even stil.
Kwam te liggen
langs donzig witte biggen
waar men niet liggen wil.
Ik was hiervan het Hoofd
maar kon toch niet bevroeden
dat ik liggend aan haar voeten
van mijn leiding werd beroofd,
waarom ik Zo moest boeten.
Je hebt de kans gekregen
jouw eigen krans geregen
het leven heb je verslonden
en...................
Nog ben je er mede verbonden.
Voor R Kopland 1934-2012 door Madrason 19-07-2012
poem by Madrason writer
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Sing a song
Baby! My Baby
Sing with me a song
At the sound of your voice
To mutual words of our choice
I will like a shot rejoice
Baby! My Baby
Sing with me a song
Together we can compose
With a lyrical structure
Watch our song transpose
We can sing a song of hope
Beyound any scope
You can change the tempo
I can go fast or you can go slow
We can sing a song of determination
Inspired by collective imagination
Baby, I am not here to compete
Or this song itself will not complete
Let’s put behind unwanted sorrows
Sing our hearts out until tomorrow
We can sing a song of harmonious hearts
Which no one should set apart!
We can sing of passion and romance
Release our tensions with a dance
Baby! Sing with me a song
I can feel it right inside my skin
For the words are rooted deep within
Lingering for your vocal touch
Yearning for your words so much
We can sing a song of faith
And how it is worth the wait
Together we can consume in delight
In the darkness or in the light
All that is wrong or right
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sylvia
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah
Mmm, hmm sylvia
You know youre getting to me now
Mmm, mmm, mmm, sylvia
You gently touched my heart somehow
Yesterday you made me happy as a child at play
Just like the summer sun that warms my heart
And move on, now you are gone
Whoa, oh, oh, sylvia
Youre everything that I adore
That sweet song, that caught a spark in me more
Tenderly thats how you whisper that you loved me
As if a raindrop kissed my ear and disappeared, now you are gone
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You know I love my little sylvia
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah
And yesterday I feel in love with you all the way
Tenderly you lit a spark in my heart, now you are gone
Mmm, hmm, sylvia
I gently miss sylvia
Im crazy bout ya, sylvia
You know I love my little sylvia
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Sing This Heart Back To Me
This heart that slept the beauty sleep
And dreamt of daylight drums of joy
This heart that dived abyss too deep
Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me
For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to beat in me
This heart that leaped this heart that burned
In ashes smashed and crushed and rocked
This heart your heart it never learned
Sing this heart sink not this heart
Think not this heart belongs just to me
For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to sing in me
This heart that shared your heart that dared
To see too much of the heart in me
Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me
For there will be no more no heart
No no more heart
No no more heart to dream in me
This heart your heart my heart toy heart
Sink not this heart choke not this heart
Sing this heart bring this heart
Bring this heart back to me
That I can cling to this heart
Sing to this heart
Bring my heart back to me
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Little words like Sorry
Little words make me cry
Common go ahead and try
Little words tell no lie
Like the simple word when I say goodbye
Little words tend to tease
Little words tend to appease
And when one says the word please
Life and love is given a new lease
Little words like sorry, don’t worry
Blossom slowly in little glories
And the moral of this story
Is that ‘sorry’ is often said in a hurry
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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