Her Three Untimely Swings
It feels to me that I am here,
In a candelabrum, in a sugar bowl- swimming around,
Looking out at the distortions of the dinner
Guests swimming like flies all around the caesuras of death
Which has them surrounded and out manned:
But for awhile they glow like goldfish in the midway of the greatest
State in all of America:
They glow like the fulcrum of Halloween, and they sing outside
Of the schoolyards and into churches,
Passing around:
Until they spill their own ways into monuments and dog tracks,
Until their particular unction takes hold
And they become fully developed the same way as metamorphosis
Or evaporation,
And the fingerprints you left on them like a lover’s evidence,
Disappear, or linger: and it is their shoulders that disappear
With their last names or whatever; while another
Thing even more lovelier than them gets up to
Bat at the plate of your breast work to take her three untimely
Swings.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Thoughts Of A Goldfish
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
A goldfish I am; It is getting dizzy. Swimming around this bowl I am.
Am I a goldfish? I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl, I am a goldfish. I am.
Around this bowl I am swimming. It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy around this bowl, I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl; I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy.
Around this bowl, it is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish; I am swimming.
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
I am a goldfish. Bowl this around: it is getting dizzy. I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl. Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish bowl? It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming around this?
It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish. Am I swimming around this bowl?
Am I a goldfish? Around this bowl am I swimming? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? I am. It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish swimming? Around this bowl, I am. It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. Around this bowl I am swimming.
Am I swimming? I am a goldfish around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
Am I swimming? Is it getting dizzy? Around this bowl I am a goldfish.
It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming? Am I a goldfish around this bowl?
Am I a-swimming? I am a round goldfish. This bowl, it is getting dizzy.
This bowl: It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish I am swimming around.
Am I a bowl? It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish swimming around this.
It is getting dizzy. Am I a round bowl? I am this goldfish a-swimming.
I am a goldfish I am swimming around. Is this bowl getting dizzy? It is.
Is it? I am getting a goldfish. I am swimming around this dizzy bowl.
I am. I am swimming around this goldfish bowl. Dizzy it is a-getting.
I am a dizzy goldfish swimming. I am a round bowl. Is it getting this?
Is this bowl around a dizzy, swimming goldfish? I am. I am getting it.
Is this getting dizzy? Am I a round goldfish? Am I a swimming bowl?
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Life is this
Swimming is
Not excise...
Swimming is
Not hobby...
Swimming is
Not work...
Swimming is
Life...
Yes...
Swimming is
Life...
For all fishess....
Boat and ship
Without breath...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Reassurance
Across the water distantly.
I see lights bobbing on the sea,
the lanterns of the fishermen
appear and disappear again.
The fisher folk who work at night
take full advantage of the light.
The moon provides for them to see
and sing her praises gratefully.
Their women folk left on the shore
pray to the Goddess they adore.
To bring their men safe home again,
their voices join the men’s refrain.
They look to sea to see the glow
of lanterns passing to and fro.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Vantage Point Of Their Lonely Studios
Bottles hidden under couches which turn out
To be beds:
Bottles on top of red cement, bottles spinning
Burning with questions:
Bottles the answer to this;
My face bleared with roses and abandoned highways,
And cars abandoned,
And forts except for their mad soldier blooming fireworks:
And Kellies are in the sky,
Rippling as if with banners of all her men,
The kaleidoscope of her delinquent theatre, the rosaries
Of her body’s tattoo;
And I am fully scarred and pretty, and I think of her,
Because I have nothing left in who I am:
And she sees her children as dolphins swimming beneath her,
Swimming through the immense greenness of this underage
Garden,
Going towards the sounds of dinner, like bottles spinning
Attune to the whistling of such an immense foreclosure;
For when her eyes are closed, everything is going to
Shut down,
And the parks disappear under the stipulation of her closing
Heirs,
And her perfumes leave us just as transfixed as bachelors
Staring down at the beautiful lesbians who are playing just like
The pinkest otters from the vantage point of their lonely
Studios.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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I Go Swimming
Ooh, I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea
I go swimming
I go swimming, swimming in the water
Swimming in the pool, swimming is cool
I go swimming
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I need water, water to drink
Water on my brain, water sustain,
Water over me
I want water, water I need
Water to think, water to drink
Water over me
The sun is burning, I am yearning
For the waterflow (waterflow)
Next to my skin i, like to begin a
Waterflow (waterflow)
Letting off steam I float in a dream,
I cant let go (cant let go)
Follow my wishes, follow the fishes
Down below (down below)
I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
I go swimming, I go swimming
I go swimming, I go swimming
Swimming, I go swimming
Oh I go swimming, I go swimming
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
Swimming in water, swimming in water, swimming in water
Water all over me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Swimming The Past Time
Disappear between the space of dust
In a smoke, within the light
Time moves in any speed
Continuously without tired no rest
In a chime of turbulence
Swimming back to the past
For the broad river back to early creek
Unfold the memories of past ages
In the album of experience, our old life
Reversing tears back to enter the eyes
Revisiting old smiles back on lips one more time
Wandering all before just before now
Still, we moving forward heading toward the future
Toward the estuary, swimming follow the flowing time
Moving back or in front, physical still here
Wandering, facing the stream only our mind
All good, bad now a past scenery along the time river
We heading to estuary to be as a part of wise ocean
Till time sending our final destiny to the sea
Another scenery of cry or happy we will feel and see
Just to move forward, forgive, learn to gain from past
Nothing to waste because time moves in any speed
So i will let my tears flow and smiles glow
Live these beautiful feelings in my life
For all time, as i know
Soon we will have no more
to hold each other (time and life)
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Having a break from 'Rise from Ashes' theme
and trying write something like 'Swimming the past time'
A poem that i done as i felt how fast time disappear...
just wrote it and post it
Life walking within time, and time never stop walking
and moves in any speed..so just bring your life some cheers
in everyday even it's hard...or not _Unwritten Soul
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Carried Time Tide Currents Global Death List
radiation is raw spewing into the sea
off island of Honshū from number two
nuclear reactor at crippled Fukushima
nuclear power plant seeding sea currents
lethal death ray deadly spray radiation
radiation ripped glow fish soon no fish
dead sea hot zone death creeping raw
radiation still spewing seeping fear fish
cooked on your plate nice steaming but
what was it eating where swimming past
radiation survivors swimming is building
up in sea food chain levels concentrating
building in plankton for choice whale meat
building in snapper tuna fish for your dish
carried time tide currents global death list
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Concrete Girl
Bleeding thoughts.
Cracking boulder.
Don't fall over.
Fake your laughter.
Burn the tear.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Way up here,
We stand on shoulders,
Growing colder.
Laugh or cry.
I won't mind.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Immovable shadows.
The concrete girl.
They'll rock your world to nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Catch your breath like a four-leaf clover.
Hand it over.
Scream to no one.
Take your time.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Nothing to run from is worse than something,
And all your fears of nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down
In this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Don't stop thinking.
Don't stop feeling now.
One step away from where we were,
And one step back to nothing.
And we're standing on top of our hopes and fears,
And we're fighting for words now, concrete girl.
And we're swimming around again, again.
And we're swimming around now,
Concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this concrete world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't break down, my concrete girl.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Precious Me
My precious names forgive me,
In the sea of death is a police;
The watery wild begs much misery
To disappear, and concoct a little.
My names are like musical notes
Of the sea and the land and the air.
The praised names convince me
That my fathers and mothers are sound,
Some are here, some of us are then fully present.
My name is my friend for all the times,
The divine songs falter after too many times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Morning Please Dont Come
(tom springfield)
Duet with tom springfield
Morning please dont come
Surely you see that my lover is sleeping
Morning please dont come
Let the night linger on
When the stars have left the sky
We must say fond goodbye
Make the night a little longer
Morning please dont come
Starshine glow a little stronger
Morning please dont come
Day dont break for you will take
My love away from me
Try to hold back the sun
I beg you morning please dont come
Sing sweet nightingale
Sing me a song of a night never-ending
Sing sweet nightingale
And Ill try to pretend
That tomorrows nowhere near
And theres nothing to fear
Make the night a little longer
Morning please dont come
Starshine glow a little stronger
Morning please dont come
Day dont break for you will take
My love away from me
Try to hold back the sun
I beg you morning please dont come
Try to hold back the sun
I beg you morning please dont come
Try to hold back the sun
I beg you morning please dont come
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Your mind's ocean
Swimming away
swimming away
swimming away yeah
swimming through the deep blue ocean
nothing but red skies ahead
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over cooperation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
The water so still
and the wind in motion
i'll be up and alive
before i'm down and moping
wake up in the water
before you drown
i'll make you want to smile
with my speechless frown
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over anticipation
go swimming in your mind's ocean
Thoughts of doom and no hope
I'll dropp them in the oceans deep
To save my eyes when i grope
Dead to the world in this cool sleep
Swimming away
Swimming away
we'll swim all night
And walk all day
so put on ya hat and sun screen lotion
operation over destination
Lets go swimming
Lets go Swimming
in your mind's ocean
poem by Allen Steble
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Unrocked By a Sweet and Boldened Glow
If all my needs were multipled,
I'd still find a reason,
To lay in a helpless restlessness.
Yet feeding sleeplessly...
And much awake.
Something has surrounded me!
And from me away from it,
I can not shake.
From this I can not break away.
Captured I am and there's no escape.
Unsatisfied although I am pleased.
With a feeling of a selfishness...
I desire more and more,
And more of it to increase in me.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
Something has surrounded me!
And from me away from it,
I can not shake.
If all my needs were multiplied,
I'd still find a reason,
To lay in a helpless restlessness.
Yet feeding sleeplessly...
And much awake.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
Yes...
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Stripped and molested.
And under arrest.
I can't resist it.
Nor can dismiss it.
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
But what is this?
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
What is this?
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
And I confess it!
What is this?
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
And I confess it!
Unrocked by a hold I can't control.
Beaming with a gleam...
That fills in my soul.
Unrocked by a sweet and boldened glow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Glow
I wanna watch you glow
I love to see you glow
I wanna see the sun shine out
And heal the aching bones
I wanna set you free
Find sweet harmony
Cause I can see a rainbow now
Smiling through the trees
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
I wanna let you know
Let the river flow
Find that place to be
Set your spirit free
Lighten up the shade
Bring color to the day
A perfect kind of you
A perfect kind of me
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow
song performed by by Feeder
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Morning Glow
Morning glow morning glow
Starts to glimmer when you know
Winds of change are set to blow
And sweep this whole land through
Morning glow is long past due
Morning glow fill the earth
Come on shine far all youre worth
Well be present at the birth
Of all faith looking new
Morning glow is long past due
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
You should have started long ago
Morning glow all days long
For we sing tomorrows song
Never knew we could be so strong
But now its very clear
Morning glow is almost here
Oh oh morning glow
Id like to help you grow
We should have started long ago
Morning glow all your life
We can make the new day right
All the bad songs of the night
Will fade into the past
Morning glow is here at last
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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4. A Fishy Tale
A haven for wet wildlife
Within our pond there’s load’s
Lots of newts and tadpoles
And many ugly toads
Swimming in among the weeds
A goldfish only one
We once had two shabumkins
But now we haven't none
I found some telltale footprints
Showing heron came to call
He’d eaten our shabumkins
And left us none at all
Last night we kept a vigil
And caught the neighbour’s cat
As he polished off the goldfish
So that’s the end of that
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Disappear
(j farriss & michael hutchence)
Say Im crying
Im looking at whats on tv
Pain and suffering
And the struggle
To be free
It cant ever be denied and i
Never will ignore
But when I see you coming
I can take it all
Chorus
Youre so fine
Lose my mind
And the world seems to disappear
All the problems
All the fears
And the world seems to disappear
Say youre mine
And give yourself to the
Feelings that you know
Im needing
All that you can give me
All the things
That you do so well
Words are healing
Sweet anticipation
Making spells
As the shadows close in
Fall across all our yesterdays
Chorus
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear
Say if I could
Look into myself and reason
But I could never never see or
Make snese of the dealings
Turn around
Am I looking at salvation
Make me realise all that I am
You put the light inside this man
Chorus
song performed by by INXS
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If My Fish Could Speak
If my two goldfish could speak
they would surely have long conversations
about the weight of pebbles in water
or the buoyancy of plastic plants.
I wonder what they would say as they play together:
nudging back and forth and swimming under and around each other’s feathery-fan tails.
“I love you more.”
“Noooo, I love you more.”
If my fish could brag
they’d tell you about their bowl on the window ledge and
how they watch the cars drive around the parking lot like a crazy human aquarium,
how the sun shines into their bowl in the afternoon,
and how it’s just like swimming through watery gold-dust.
They flutter around, showing off the way their orange skin gleams in the rays of light
that pour around the fake lotus flower I put in there.
(They love that too.)
If my fish could sing,
they would be hard to understand (singing underwater is a challenge-even for fish) .
My fish would know all the words to the newest Kelly Clarkson album,
The Garden State Soundtrack, and all of Prince’s dirtiest songs.
If my goldfish liked Prince, they’re favorite song would be Soft and Wet:
“You're just as soft as a lion tamed/You're just as wet as the evening rain/How will I take it when you call my name? /Your love is driving me...you're driving me insane”
If my fish could hear,
they’d tell you that I talk to myself.
They’d probably also tell you that they’re tired of me talking to them.
Most likely, I’ve assigned them the wrong gender
and they’re pissed about being called
he when it should be she, and she when it should be he.
Luckily for me, my fish are the tolerant kind,
and forgive me of this mistake.
If my fish could read,
they might compare me to Roald Dahl’s The BFG
and call me The BFS: Big Friendly Sara.
Although, as far as size goes, I am much bigger than the real BFG.
(The BFG was about 6 times bigger than Sophie, and I’m 63 times the size of my fish.)
Even though, in this scenario, I’m the taller of the two giants, I am not the superior. When I go to Dream Country to catch dreams, I come back only with bad ones
and I wouldn’t want to keep these in jars on my shelves, even if I could.
If my fish could drive,
they’d fly down the highway
not knowing where it would take them.
They’d snap photos (if fish could snap photos)
of sun rises and sunsets, of road signs, and of bugs that got smashed on the windshield.
They’d laugh and compare the car to their bowl on the window sill,
joking about getting wheels put on it for better parking-lot viewing.
And they’d wish that I was with them on the road.
If my fish could dream,
they’d have nightmares about the over-crowded tanks at Meijer where I bought them.
They’d wake up gasping, and frantically find each other in the dark water.
My fish would also dream about moving on to a larger bowl, somewhere on the eat coast.
Images of sea-life and waves would disappear
When I switched on my desk lamp and said,
“Good morning, my darlings.”
They’d feel guilty about wanting to leave.
If my fish could speak,
they’d tell you that I call them my babies.
They are the silent watchers of my bedroom corner.
It doesn’t matter that I “read like an open book.”
It may be obvious to the world what I’m feeling, but that doesn’t matter to my fish.
They are low-maintenance friends that never assume, expect, or guess
what it is I want to say.
They can only listen.
poem by Sara Waalkes
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Glow
Glow
Out of all contexts and scenery
it shows laughter rings inside of me
aching paths don't cross so easily
break my back to see things differently
so glow
we've held off the cold
low and behold
the seasons passing toll
i find reasons and stop wondering
the different ways in which we feel the same
give too much to what-if imagery
now the second time means more to me
so glow
we've held off the cold
so glow
we've held off the cold
low and behold
turns winter spring and fall
song performed by by Unkle
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Learning to Die
Death is not sudden, death does not grieve,
Death takes a while to achieve.
Death comes in layers;
Death is the mouse
From under the couch
At three am, and from under the stairs.
Death is the tumour on my mother’s skin,
Death is a jackhammer pounding in.
Death is a scrabbling crab on all fours,
Death is a jaguar on rough padded paws,
Lurking in the oven doors,
And hiding in the bureau drawers.
Death is the lump within my breast,
Death is the invited dinner guest.
Death is the cadaver,
A slab of cold meat
That lies on a plate.
Death is the wall of frozen sleet.
Death to me comes much too late.
poem by Caroline Misner
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Halloween
Witches brew their Halloween stew
and stir the pot this day.
Ghosts and goblins prepare themselves
to eerily pass our way.
Skeleton bones rattle and shake
and come alive in the night.
Once again we're reminded of death
as the moon casts its light.
A chill in the air is felt by all
and a shiver runs through man.
Let us hold on fervently to our life
and defy this unearthly plan.
This night shall pass. Dawn will appear
and the Halloween stew will disappear.
All will be as it was before
this eerie night of the year.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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