Ode to Barclay - a Very Special Cat
With slanted gaze in regal splendour,
Quiet and calm, to all, the lender,
By the Cotswold stone-flagged fender
sleeps the cat.
In coils of royal blackness, darkly
Silhouetted, yet not starkly,
Rests our favoured feline, Barclay,
on the mat.
From early life in high-street banking
To retirement, owners thanking,
Next to head of household ranking -
lucky cat!
And as I end my recitation,
Without fear of hesitation,
Off, I now, in admiration
take my hat.
poem by William Messent Jones
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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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How Luckey
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
Hey, How lucky can
one ..
man..
get.
song performed by by John Prine
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How Lucky
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I dont think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
There was all these things that I dont think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, there was all these things that I dont think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
There was all these things that I dont think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Hey, how lucky can one man get.
Hey, how lucky can
One ..
Man..
Get.
song performed by by John Prine
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Stranger On A Quiet Street
When all the thrills have been forgotten
The chill of night can call them home
And all the dreams that you left stranded
Will slowly start to come along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didnt have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
You can go straight as an arrow
You can go straight as you dare
Walkin the old straight and narrow
Dont always get you there
The sun was shining when I saw it all
She was moving to a different beat
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
It came to me out of the blue, out of the blue
There came the moment that I really knew
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street, on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Sexy Feline Machine
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
shes an angel shes a dove
with a taste for a villans blood
packing heat strutting on the street
chew you up and make you meat
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya........
Shes a funky feline machine
Crazy cat inside a dream
shes a hunny she stings like a bee
your the punk and shes the queen
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(every thing is not as it seems)
sexy feline machine
sexy feline machine
(shes a sexy feline machine)
Shes a sexy feline machine
you cant stop her
ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya...........
(bow bow bow)
song performed by by Fat Joe
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In Flanders
I'm homesick for my hills again -
My hills again!
To see above the Severn plain,
Unscabbarded against the sky,
The blue high blade of Cotswold lie;
The giant clouds go royally
By jagged Malvern with a train
Of shadows. Where the land is low
Like a huge imprisoning O
I hear a heart that's sound and high,
I hear the heart within me cry:
'I'm homesick for my hills again -
My hills again!
Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain!
My hills again!'
poem by Frederick William Harvey
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Arise To Pray At First Ray
By my Tsalagi elders I was taught,
In Circle walk true or life’s naught,
In walking over the earths ground,
Seek the Lord early; He is found,
Rise early from your sleep to pray,
While the sun’s giving its first ray,
Find a special place quiet and still,
His Spirit brings a comforting chill,
Within stillness finding His words,
Thanking Him for singing of birds,
Thanking the Great Spirit for Light,
Since it makes us have perfect sight,
Pray for His blessings thru the day,
For His presence with you to stay,
His persona’s real; not just a fable,
Thankful for bread on days table,
Meditate as good words you speak,
Not permitting evil in life to sneak,
Praising Him you should ever sing,
Then only good shall the day bring!
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Captivating Mountains
The snow capped mountains
are an inviting sight.
They beckon you to them
with all their finery
and when you stand on them
the world is at your feet.
Cameras capture moments
never to be forgotten in time.
For one moment again
all the beauty and regal splendour
will be yours to enjoy
again and again and again.
As evening falls with darkness calling
they are silhouetted against the moon.
Another scene emerges
for your eyes to behold
and again the mountains
capture you with mysteries untold.
19 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Absence
My shadow --
I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark
and the birds twittering on the roofs, I lay cold
in the early light in my room high over London.
What fear was it that made the wind sound like a fire
so that I got up and looked out half-asleep
at the calm rows of street-lights fading far below?
Without fire
Only the wind blew.
But in the dream I woke from, you
came running through the traffic, tugging me, clinging
to my elbow, your eyes spoke
what I could not grasp --
Nothing, if you were here!
The wind of the early quiet
merges slowly now with a thousand rolling wheels.
The lights are out, the air is loud.
It is an ordinary January day.
My shadow, do you hear the streets?
Are you at my heels? Are you here?
And I throw back the sheets.
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poem by Edwin Morgan
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Exploder
Met a man locked away
For things he hadnt done
Innocense on a ball and chain
Never feel the sun
A grin on his face
Roses in his hands
But when he smiled at me
I could understand
If youre free youll never see the walls
If youre head is clear youll never freefall
If youre out right you never fear the wrong
If youre head is high you never fear at all
There was a daughter of a man
Took his life too young
She swore shed never do those things
Then did just what hed done
And a boy whose gone insane
Voices in his head
No one knows what they say
Now his mothers dead
If youre free youll never see the walls
If youre head is clear youll never freefall
If youre right you never fear the wrong
If youre head is high you never fear at all
Cuttin me down
Cuttin me down
There was a man who had a face
It looked alot like me
I saw him in the mirror and I fought him in the street
Then when he turned away I shot him in the head
Then I came to realize I had killed myself
If youre free youll never see the walls
If youre head is clear youll never freefall
If youre right you never fear the wrong
If youre head is high you never fear
Cuttin me down and
Cuttin me down
song performed by by Audioslave
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I Appreciate Your Keeping Of Such Distance
If I am not mistaken,
Wasn't it you who stated to me...
Skills I had were being wasted?
And I should concentrate with a more emphasis,
In applying my talents in fields of business.
Like banking or accounting,
With a focus on economics.
And I could count on a future of financial gains,
To remain well into my retirement.
If I am not mistaken,
Wasn't it you who stated to me...
Skills I had were being wasted?
And you without hesitation would remind me of this.
While I kept insisting with my creative persistence.
As you and your friends decided I should be distanced.
Well...
I thank you for your confidence.
And I appreciate your keeping of such distance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gabriel's Message
The angel Gabriel from heaven came
His wings as drifted snow
His eyes as flame
From God all hail the angel said to Mary
Most highly favoured lady
Gloria
"Fear not for you shall bear a holy child
By him to God be reconciled
His name shall be Emmanuel
The long-foretold"
Most highly favoured lady
Gloria
Then gentle Mary humbly bowed her head
"To me be as it pleaseth God" she said
"My soul shall praise and magnify his Holy name"
Most highly favoured lady
Gloria
And so she said "How happy I shall be
All generations will remember me
For God has kept his promises to Israel"
Most highly favoured lady
Gloria
Of her Emmanuel the Christ was born
On Bethlehem upon that Christmas morn
And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say
Most highly favoured lady
Gloria
song performed by by Marillion
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Calm Is Who I Am Now
CALM IS WHO I AM NOW
Calm is who I am now
Calm and quiet-
I have done
What I could do-
The rest is repetition-
Slowly slowly
Time is taking me away-
How long I do not know-
How much pain I do not know-
Calm is who I am now -
Quiet quiet
Before the fears return again
And the anxiety over what I have not done-
Calm is who I am now
In these moments at this hour
Four in the morning
A small part of the long day to come.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Means To Attain A Happy Life.
MARTIAL, the things that do attain
The happy life, be these, I find :
The riches left, not got with pain ;
The fruitful ground, the quiet mind :
The equal friend, no grudge, no strife ;
No charge of rule, nor governance ;
Without disease, the healthful life ;
The household of continuance :
The mean diet, no delicate fare ;
True wisdom join'd with simpleness ;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress :
The faithful wife, without debate ;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night.
Contented with thine own estate ;
Ne wish for Death, ne fear his might.
poem by Henry Howard
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I Should Be So Lucky
1a: In my imagination
There is no complication
I dream about you all the time
In my mind a celebration
The sweetest of sensation
Thinking you could be mine
1b: In my imagination
There is no hesitation
We walk together hand in hand
I'm dreaming
You fell in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true
CHORUS: I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
I should be so lucky
Lucky lucky lucky
I should be so lucky in love
2a: It's a crazy situation
You always keep me waiting
Because its only make believe
And I would come a-running
To give you all my loving
If one day you would notice me
2b: My heart is close to breaking
And I can't go on faking
The fantasy that you'll be mine
I'm dreaming
That you're in love with me
Like I'm in love with you
But dreaming's all I do
If only they'd come true
CHORUS
BRIDGE: I should be so lucky (so lucky
song performed by by Kylie Minogue from Kylie
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The Things that Cause a Quiet Life
My friend, the things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The riches left, not got with pain,
The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule nor governance;
Without disease the healthy life;
The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare;
True wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;
The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night:
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.
poem by Henry Howard
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A Rule Of The A.J.C.
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong
By the rules of the A.J.C.
You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,
For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet
If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail
By the rules of the A.J.C.
The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound,
But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found
That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold 'Books' who are keeping a shop,
In the rules of the A.J.C.,
There's a new regulation that says you must stop!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
You must give up your shop with its pipes and cigars
To an unlicensed man who is thanking his stars,
While you go and bet in the threepenny bars,
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye small jockeys who ride in a race,
In the rules of the A.J.C.
If owners' instructions are 'Don't get a place',
By the rules of the A.J.C.,
You must ride the horse out, though, of course, if you do
You will get no more mounts, it's starvation to you.
But, bless you, you'll always find plenty to chew
In the rules of the A.J.C.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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That Cat
I saw that Cat the other day,
Where he was going who could say?
He strode along his head held high, his tail erect to brush the sky.
He gazed at me with pure disdain,
As if to say 'not you again! '
His promenading, full of grace, would indicate he owns the place.
What does he really think he's at?
Can he not see he's just a Cat?
And be satisfied with that?
Oh no, this feline bon-viveur,
Of Royal bloodline he is sure.
How can he be the stuff of Kings, while eating Rats and things with wings?
His gait screams immortality,
Nine lives he has, supposedly,
But that old tale is just a myth, not something that I'm bothered with.
His haughty ways do not fool me,
I see through him with clarity,
He's just another quadruped, with dreams of glory in his head.
He pads along with studied poise,
His ears pricked for any noise,
That might just help him demonstrate, those hunting skills he thinks innate.
He's self-deluded,
Self-possessed,
But all the same, a Cat, at best.
He turned the corner of my street,
The tour of his domain complete,
Adventures over for a while, he headed for his domicile.
I sauntered home with confidence,
To find him perched upon my fence.
I picked him up and tickled him, he purred at me and we went in.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
poem by Owain Glyn
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She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
Our Luna Goddess moves
In slow rhythmic grooves
Proof of the tidings she keeps.
Though she may weep
Throughout the day
It’s only sure her appearance sleeps.
She rests her head upon Apollo’s shoulder
A rarity revealed
She rests her head as she calls her lover,
Still she keeps her love revealed.
Two souls fall in and out of the blue
Two souls who thought they knew the way.
Two souls without a word to say to one another
Two souls circle Our Mother the Earth.
Blessing, breathing,
Refreshing, relieving,
Spurring on life anew.
Two souls are left to
Kiss beyond the blue.
Casting a shadow upon
Those that would claim
They knew the way.
poem by David Lacey
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The Rule of the A.J.C.
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
You mustn't train ponies, for that's very wrong
By the rules of the A.J.C.
You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,
For fear that a pony you'd happen to meet
If you hear one about, you must beat a retreat --
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold owners will find without fail
By the rules of the A.J.C.
The jockey boys' fees you must pay at the scale --
It's a rule of the A.J.C.
When your horse wins a fiver, you'll laugh, I'll be bound,
But you won't laugh so much by the time that you've found
That the fee to the boy is exactly ten pound!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye bold "Books" who are keeping a shop,
In the rules of the A.J.C.,
There's a new regulation that says you must stop!
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
You must give up your shop with its pipes and cigars
To an unlicensed man who is thanking his stars,
While you go and bet in the threepenny bars --
That's a rule of the A.J.C.
And all ye small jockeys who ride in a race,
In the rules of the A.J.C.
If owners' instructions are "Don't get a place",
By the rules of the A.J.C.,
You must ride the horse out -- though, of course, if you do
You will get no more mounts, it's starvation to you.
But, bless you, you'll always find plenty to chew
In the rules of the A.J.C.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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