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Pooring Rain

“Pooring” Rain

As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in the “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker and so many sleepers
As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in this “pooring” rain
I hear voices saying I was insane… I ponder why… Maybe I am… some cry
What is this game the twisted fame the glory and the blame
As I travel down the lane I met shadows in “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

From point A to point B from life to death and death to life I see so many strives
The poor wealthy ones… and the poor, poor homeless ones do wonder why I am mad
Then we have the so called enlighten ones hmm I think those are the one saying I am mad
The sheepeople key post is a noose a tight without a loose like a drill drilling for loots
So I question the objective of their strong the fundamentals and the evil of the God
In the whispers of men again they said I was mad a darkness of mood some say I’m rude
Some think I am cute a crazy youth now with greys now just an old coot wanting a salute

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I saw shadows riding a train
Their thoughts were the same in their haze they thought I was from outer space
Because I did not play their grace so many times I see the changing of their face
On the religious disguise some smile, some continue telling their side of the lie
Sometimes I wonder should I hide or pretend like I am blind just to save my time
In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I met shadows on the train
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… and so many sleepers

I hear voices saying I was insane, seek no glory and give no blame for life is all the same
Truly I laugh maybe I am insane… some cry, I ponder why the corruptions & the crimes
The bombings then sheepeoples die in the name of the most holy guy no matter the lies
The word Negro is not a crime… Great Negro was the name of the Ancient Divine Kinds
Kings & Queens those first Sovereign Beings all had black skin like we take a look to see
In this the patterns to be free lay not in governmental slavery or the churches briberies
The hidden fact blackness is the key the sun rays shows the marks of our genetic ancestry

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in this “pooring” rain
The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

Ashia: - Hotep
By [: Divine-Sovereign Great-Negro Ank Justice SteadySpear EI: ]©®™
http: //www.dankunlimited.com [email protected]

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Rain

RAIN (right now its pooring rain)
rain is the channel that no one wants to turn to
a series of bad signals that no one wants to belong to
yet it purifys and brings purpose for the next sunny day
as my tears reach the edge of my nose
they fall to meet the rains refection from the ground
in that same breath cupid shot me down
so fast i wonder how u cannot see through the storm what life has in store for you
but in order to see the sunshine in the end there will have to be rain in the beginning

song performed by by Nivea
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Hold Back The Rain

Were miles away from nowhere
And the wind doesnt have a name
So call it what you want to call it
Still blows down the lane
People tell me, I havent changed at all
But I dont feel the same
And I bet youve had that feeling too
You just cant laugh all the time
And if the fires burn out theres only fire to blame
(hold back the rain)
No time for worry cause were on the roam again.
(hold back the rain)
The clouds all scatter and we ride the outside lane
(hold back the rain)
Not on your own so help me please.. hold back the rain
-
So what if the words aint rhyming
Did you think that its just a game
I probably didnt even say that right
And I really dont give a damn
Okay go off and wander
Im guilty just the same
Sometimes youre needed badly
So please come back again
(chorus)
-
And if the stars burn out, theirs only fire to blame
(hold back the rain)
No time for worry cause were on the roam again.
(hold back the rain)
The clouds all scatter and we ride the outside lane
(hold back the rain)
Not on your own so help me please.. hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
Hold back the rain
(repeated..)

song performed by by Duran Duran
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Brogan's Lane

There's a crack in the city—down that sharp street
In couples, and armed, tramp rozzers on beat.
Like a joss, silhouetted across the pane,
A Chinese face watches down Brogan’s Lane,
Brogan’s Lane, Brogan’s Lane,
A reeling moon blinks over Brogan’s Lane.

Flash Fred, when he dives on a red lot, sneaks thro’
To moscow the swag with a Polaky Jew.
Tho’ rooked by old Shylock, he needn’t complain,
The melting pot bubbles in Brogan’s Lane,
Brogan’s Lane, Brogan’s Lane,
Rats pinch from their cobbers down Brogan’s Lane.

And Jenny, fresh down from the country, goes gay
And drives to the races and laughs at the play;
Till one morn, lying out in the cold and the rain,
A body is perished in Brogan’s Lane,
Brogan’s Lane, Brogan’s Lane,
There’s only one turn to the long last lane.

With opium dens, sly cribs, bones and rags,
’Tis the haunt of thieves, wastrels, poor women and vags.
They booze to bring joy, they sin to numb pain,
But there’ll come a stretch at the end of the lane,
Brogan’s Lane, Brogan’s Lane,
The river and morgue shadow Brogan’s Lane.

poem by Louis Esson
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Shadows In The Rain

Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Dont know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctors warning
He does the best with me he can
He claims I suffer from delusions
Yet Im so confident Im sane
It cant be no optical illusion
So how can you explain
Shadows in the rain
And if you see us on the corner
And were dancing in the rain
I join my friends there when I see them
Outside my window pane
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
Dont know exactly where I am
I should heed my doctors warning
He does the best with me he can
Shadows in the rain
Shadows in the rain

song performed by by Police
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Old Man Rain

Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Knocks and fumbles and knocks again:
His long-nailed fingers slip and strain:
Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Knocks all night but knocks in vain.
Old Man Rain.

Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Reels and shambles along the lane:
His old gray whiskers drip and drain:
Old Man Rain with fuddled brain
Reels and staggers like one insane.
Old Man Rain.

Old Man Rain is back again,
With old Mis' Wind at the windowpane,
Dancing there with her tattered train:
Her old shawl flaps as she whirls again
In the wildman dance and is torn in twain.
Old Mis' Wind and Old Man Rain.

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Jeepers Creepers

Jeepers, creepers....whered ya get them peepers
Jeepers, creepers...whered ya get those eyes
Gosh oh, git up....howd they get so lit up
Gosh oh, gee oh....howd they get that size
Golly gee...when you turn them heaters on
Woe is me...got to put my cheaters on
Jeepers, creepers....whered ya get them peepers
Oh, those weepers....how they hypnotize
(instrumental break)
Jeepers, creepers....whered ya get them peepers
Oh, those weepers....how they hypnotize
Where did ya get those
Golly whered ya get those
Where did ya get them there eyes

song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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It's A Hard Road

I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation

I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best

poem by Liam Hughes
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Memory Lane

People ask me What you doin' son
You're gonna drive yourself insane
You'll never find the sunshine
When you're followin' the rain
Seems like I'd take a new road
After all these years
But I wind up on the same old trail of tears

I'm still walkin' down Memory Lane
'Cuz I know I'll be runnin' into you
Reminiscin' through the pain
Recallin' things that we used to do
I'm lookin' up an old flame
Down on Heartbreak Avenue
I'm still walkin' down Memory Lane
'Cuz I know I'll be runnin'into you

I hate the way I loved you
But my mind keeps goin' back
My train of thought just won't get off
That same old worn out track
It's an every night occasion me and your memory meet
On that endless lonely street of broken dreams

I'm still walkin' down Memory Lane
Cuz I know I'll be runnin' into you
Reminiscin' through the pain
Recallin' things that we used to do
I'm lookin' up an old flame
Down on Heartbreak Avenue
I'm still walkin' down Memory Lane
'Cuz I know I'll be runnin'/Into you

Here she comes now
I'm still walkin'
Down Memory Lane
I'm still walkin'
Down Memory Lane
I'm still walkin'
Down Memory Lane
Lord

song performed by by Tim McGraw from Tim McGraw
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Bob's Lane

Women he liked, did shovel-bearded Bob,
Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath, but he
Loved horses. He himself was like a cob
And leather-coloured. Also he loved a tree.

For the life in them he loved most living things,
But a tree chiefly. All along the lane
He planted elms where now the stormcock sings
That travellers hear from the slow-climbing train.

Till then the track had never had a name
For all its thicket and the nightingales
That should have earned it. No one was to blame
To name a thing beloved man sometimes fails.

Many years since, Bob Hayward died, and now
None passes there because the mist and the rain
Out of the elms have turned the lane to slough
And gloom, the name alone survives, Bob's Lane.

poem by Edward Thomas
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Voices (acoustic)

Listen to the rain fallin' day by day
Listen to the rain fallin' day by day by day
Hey
I hear you calling, voices are here again
I hear you whisper, taking control of me
Watch the dancing shadows run away
All alone once again, afraid
All these faces, changing their shapes on me
I said laid it in my own world, will it ever be free?
Haunted figures around me, I want em' to stay
There always there to protect me, this is one thing you can't take away
Listen to the rain fallin' day by day
Listen to the rain fallin' day by day by day
Yeah!
I hear you calling, voices are here again
I hear you whisper in my own mind, will it ever change?
Voices
Voices
Voices
Voices
I hear you calling

song performed by by Godsmack
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Voices

song performed by by Godsmack
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Taking a Walk on Memory Lane

Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I see the sunrays.

Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no fear.

Taking a walk on memory lane
not a dropp of rain in sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
Every thing is alright.

Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong all lifelong.

poem by Lost Sierra
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The Fluids Of Energy

Strange sounds starting in this narrow lane,

the rain is running wild in this heart insane.

Beware of the thunders in this endless night,

The shadows are creeping in this holy site.

The metals are making noise everywhere,

Wind, Hurricane and Fire are coming from nowhere.

Bolts are vibrating through the radioactive decay,

Finally all this energy start to fluid away.

Seconds, minutes and hours are running to fast,

Einstein was the first to called it mass!

poem by Gianni Pintus
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The Hawthorn Tree

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

. . . .
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain
I think I’ll never weep again
Until I’ve heard he’s dead.

poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Still Falls The Rain

the rain against the windshield endlessly
for many years i cruised around the world
i've finally disembarked my ship of fools
a hero then, a stranger to return
i'd trade my goldrush 'gainst your silvernets
to know what happened after all this time
and in your arms i'm lost forevermore
i wonder how you ever felt in mine
isn't it strange, i still can hear your call
isn't it strange, i'm not a ghost at all
isn't it strange or is it just insane
isn't it strange, the glory and the fame
still falls the rain..
do you remember how we used to play
and how we waved our banners in the sun
do you remember how we gave ourselves away
for some strange kind of fun
and how we smiled as if we'd understood the writings on the walls
and cooked our spice on silver spoons
and if we wouldn't see the light
we overdosed the foll'wing night
isn't it strange...
i've got burnholes in my fingers that could not ease your pain
or was it me who killed the blue inside your eyes?
when silence grew behind our shadows on the wall
but if all was silent, could we hear a bit more?
i wonder can you hear me now? - isn't it strange
ohhh...
isn't it strange, i still can hear your call
isn't it strange, i'm not a ghost at all
isn't it strange or is it just insane
isn't it strange, the glory and the fame
still falls the rain..

song performed by by Alphaville
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Wandering Soul

I travel the Earth and the astral plains,
I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame,
Shame for the life bestowed on to me,
Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.

I saw the horse prints in the sand,
I was stuck in travel of no man’s land,
The sand was hot and the sun was high,
I had to keep going but wanted to die.

The minutes turned to deathly hours,
Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers,
Every grain of sand seemed my encumber,
No sign of rain no sounds of thunder.

I travel for days in search of a vision,
My soul it carries many incisions,
Incisions of darkness, incisions of light,
I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night.

I try to reach many but only a few will hear,
The sound of my voice or my footsteps near,
I travel in the shadows of days and nights,
I try to step over and cross into the light.

I am dreary and my energy hardly glows,
I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul,
Drifting over the hills and across the plains,
No one see’s me or knows my name.

poem by Annalee Hopkins
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Penny Lane

(LennonMcCartney)
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Rain On Me O' Rain Rain Rain

o' rain rain rain
come rain on me o' rain
rain on every plant that grow o' dear rain
rain on every resource o' dear rain
rain to green the plants
the plants that of nature's decor
rain on us and never let go
quench my thirst; to get so
rain on me o' rain rain rain

rain for happiness and leisure
rain for our children to play
rain on the soil for us this day
so, we plant more food to feed us this way
go to the fields and gardens; same way
rain o' beautiful rain
rain rain rain

**extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup)

poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Shadows In The Rain

I woke up in my clothes again this morning
I dont know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctors warning
He does the best with me he can
He says I suffer from delusion
But Im so confident Im sane
It cant be no optical illusion
How can you explain
Shadows in the rain
And if you see us on the corner
Were just dancing in the rain
I tell my friends there when I see them
Outside my windowpane
Shadows in the rain

song performed by by Sting
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The Ballad of the Carpet Bag

Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel by de road, you must travel by de train,
And the things what you've done you will have to explain,
And the things what you've promised, you must promise 'em again.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!

You must pack up a volume of Coghlan's Figures,
Pack dat carpet bag!
And a lot o' little jokes to amuse those niggers.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must wheedle all de gals with a twinkle of your eye,
You must bob down your head when de eggs begin to fly.
Oh! those eggs what they're saving, and they'll throw 'em by and by.
Pack dat carpet bag!

Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!

You must get upon a stump, you must practise speakin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must follow Georgie Reid or Alfred Deakin.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must come to de scratch, or you're bound to fail,
For it ain't any time to be sittin' on de rail,
Or de votes that you'll get -- they won't keep you out o' jail.
Pack dat carpet bag!

Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!

And supposin' that you're beat, and you feel like cryin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must hustle back to work -- just to keep from dyin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel second-class when you travel by de train,
For you haven't got a pass on de end of your chain,
While the other fellow's packing for de great campaign.
Pack dat carpet bag!

Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Pooring Rain

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Rain

Hold Back The Rain

Brogan's Lane

Shadows In The Rain

Old Man Rain

Jeepers Creepers

It's A Hard Road

Memory Lane

Bob's Lane

Voices (acoustic)

Voices

Taking a Walk on Memory Lane

The Fluids Of Energy

The Hawthorn Tree

Still Falls The Rain

Wandering Soul

Penny Lane

Rain On Me O' Rain Rain Rain

Shadows In The Rain

The Ballad of the Carpet Bag

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