Down Along The Cove
Down along the cove,
I spied my true love comin my way.
Down along the cove,
I spied my true love comin my way.
I say, lord, have mercy, mama,
It sure is good to see you comin today.
Down along the cove,
I spied my little bundle of joy.
Down along the cove,
I spied my little bundle of joy.
She said, lord, have mercy, honey,
Im so glad youre my boy!
Down along the cove,
We walked together hand in hand.
Down along the cove,
We walked together hand in hand.
Evrybody watchin us go by
Knows were in love, yes, and they understand.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Are you the Cove?
“Are you the Cove?” he spoke the words
As swagmen only can;
The Squatter freezingly inquired,
“What do you mean, my man?”
“Are you the Cove?” his voice was stern,
His look was firm and keen;
Again the Squatter made reply,
"I don’t know what you mean."
“0! dash my rags! let’s have some sense –
You ain’t a fool, by Jove,
Gammon you dunno what I mean;
I mean – are you the Cove?’
‘Yes, I'm the Cove,” the Squatter said;
The Swagman answered, "Right,
I thought as much: show me some place
Where I can doss tonight."
poem by Joseph Furphy
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The Anonymous Altruist
A mysterious cove in the Customs
The boss, so to speak, of the Ban
I have blamed a good deal;
But I wronged him, I feel,
Since I've come to imagine the man.
When he censored some book that I wanted
I sneered at him once, I'll allow;
But, since I've given heed
To the life he must lead,
He has all my sympathy now.
This mysterious cove at the Customs
Is clearly a martyr; that's sure.
On his shoulders he takes
Loads of sin for our sakes,
And he suffers to keep us all pure.
For he reads all the hot stuff imported
And never once threatens to strike,
Tho' he loathes it, no doubt.
Ah, my pity goes out
To him. Think what his mind must be like!
This anonymous cove at the Customs,
This storehouse for horrible stuff,
Is as venal, I'll bet,
As the rest of us, yet,
Does he whine that his job is too tough?
No. He keeps his identity secret,
His knowledge safe under his hat;
And he lurks all alone,
Unsuspected, unknown,
Such as the hangmen and heroes like that.
This incredible cove at the Customs,
His duties are drastic and grim;
For, if human he be,
What is poison to me
Must be equally poison to him.
Yet, undaunted he seizes and scoffs it,
And perhaps throws a fit on the floor,
Doped with all the impure
Of the world's literature.
But he manfully comes up for more.
This untouchable cove at the Customs,
He sneaks to his work in the dawn
And, in some secret lair
Reads the spicy bits there,
With his soul, as it were, all in pawn.
Pity, then, this official absorber
Of rank Rabelaisian lore
Who wallows in sin
To protect us, his kin.
Could an altruist ever do more?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Everythings Coming Our Way
Open your eyes,
Let it begin with me.
Brand new day,
Fresh new way to live,
The mornin is callin
Walk with me into the sun.
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way.
Everything is comin our way.
Heres my hand
Reaching out to you
Take it, darlin
And lead me on, yeah.
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way.
Ah.
Organ solo:
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way.
Ah.
I can feel it in my bones
No man stands alone.
Sister, brother,
From all the same seed
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way
Everything is comin our way.
song performed by by Santana
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Easter at Spanish Cove
As always when a holiday is here
Food miraculously arrives
For Spanish Cove they have
Cooks where perfection thrives
Fresh, delicious and tasty
Tables set up with such style
Folks lined up to fill their plates
Food that satisfies for awhile
Lovely flowers graced the tables
And put everyone in the mood
For Easter dinner is special
Nowhere can you find better food
The color and freshness of fruit
Adorned the enormous salad bar
Looking very festive as well
And wanted to be the star
I hope you had a special Easter
Like the folks who love to rove
A delicious dinner like the ones
Who had Easter at Spanish Cove!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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USS Zydecoldsmobile
You can feel the horses under the hood
Through thick and thin pull us out of the wood
She's the smoothest ride, yeah, you'll ever feel
She's the Delta slide of automobiles
Double clutchin' on the backseat
I hear you, yeah, with your main squeeze
Playing triple row accordian fills
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Mardi Gras run block the road
Park the car and join the show
Get up on the trunk and dance at will
Aboard the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Yeah, Spirit moves through everyone
We have faith and we have fun
God bless the turning wheel
Of my USS ZydecOldsmobile
Port of Call Opelousas
Port of Call Lawtell
Port of Call Frilot Cove
In the USS ZydecOldsmobile
Come ride with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Double clutchin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Hip shakin' with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
Come ride with me in my ZydecOldsmobile
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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God to god
God to god
Heaven to heaven
Thank you god
For heaven and heaven
Filled my hand
With barn and band
Band of love
Like a cove
Wait for hours
World move on
You have the power
Give and gone......
poem by Yatin yadvansh
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Zeki
Love, dove, drove, rove, cove, grove;
But, early in the morning with the muse of love!
For, i am Zeki in your neighbourhood.
Hove, prove, stove, strove, wove, move!
And like the way to the only place of love;
But, do teach these laws to your people for peace! !
However, trust in Yahweh always for, He is true.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Election Aftermath
1. ANTE-ELECTIONS
Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a politician,
He's a haughty sort o' high pan-jan-dee-ram;
An' he holds a very dignified position
As the member for the districk where I am.
There is times he seems to faintly reckernise me
Jist a flutter of his flipper when we meet;
Yet, other times, his actions fair surprise me,
When with a very icy eye he eyes me,
Jist as if he never knoo me in the street.
But who am I to seek his hand to grab?
So I simply sez, 'Good mornin', Mr Blabb.'
An' passes on.
'An' I hopes you're doin' nicely, Mr Blabb.'
2. ELECTIONS
Now, a cove the name of Blabb, a politician,
Is a pal o' mine, an' most perlite, at that.
He's a candidate again for th eposition
As a member for the districk where I'm at.
He will grab me hand an' pump it when I meet him,
An' he pats me on the back an' calls me Joe
Seems sort of anxious-like for me to grete him
An' as a fond an' faithful friend to treat him.
He's the nicest sort o' neighbour you could know,
But who am I to listen to his gab?
So I simply sez, 'I'll think it over, Blabb,'
An' passes on.
'I'll see wot I can do about it, Blabb.'
3. POST-ELECTIONS
Now, a coot the name of Blabb, a politician,
He's a Public Figger, an' a Man of note;
For he recently rewon the high position
As the member of the districk where I vote.
An', altho' we come to be close cobbers lately,
Monday last he hardly knoo me when I spoke;
An' he didn't sort o' seem to want to, greatly;
But he rose his hand an' nodded most sedately,
He's an awful, absent-minded sort o' bloke.
But who am I, whose ways is drear an' drab?
So I simply sez, 'Good evenin', Mr Blabb,'
An' passes on.
'An' I hopes you ain't forgot me, Mr Blabb.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A Derry on a Cove
’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood, his eyes were black and blue;
His voice with grief was broken, and his nose was broken, too;
He muttered, as that broken nose he wiped upon his cap—
‘It’s orfal when the p’leece has got a derry on a chap.
‘I am a honest workin’ cove, as any bloke can see,
‘It’s just because the p’leece has got a derry, sir, on me;
‘Oh, yes, the legal gents can grin, I say it ain’t no joke—
‘It’s cruel when the p’leece has got a derry on a bloke.’
‘Why don’t you go to work?’ he said (he muttered, ‘Why don’t you?’).
‘Yer honer knows as well as me there ain’t no work to do.
‘And when I try to find a job I’m shaddered by a trap—
‘It’s awful when the p’leece has got a derry on a chap.’
I sigh’d and shed a tearlet for that noble nature marred,
But, ah! the Bench was rough on him, and gave him six months’ hard.
He only said, ‘Beyond the grave you’ll cop it hot, by Jove!
‘There ain’t no angel p’leece to get a derry on a cove.’
poem by Henry Lawson
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All Cove
The patient fog sounds and slowly surrounds
The cabins and lands by All Cove.
It travels with alarm-fresh smells
Of unravelled greens through courteous beams of moonlight.
Some Country cattle say, “stay” others glumly, “move.”
Wild, hunkered hounds on the long, rolling ground
Sleep with the lost, grey golf balls,
Dream ‘neath the paperless poplars,
Twitching paws in June’s infectious infancy.
Clumsy bats flip overhead, biting often on the tasteless few.
Should-be-slumbering children giggle and sweat,
The 3-2-a bed, beset by sand and burr.
Drowned in campfires, high on black scab drippings of sugar;
Marshmallowed. Warned by the Aunts, Told by the Uncles.
The sap-footed cousins are beat yet jubilant by All Cove.
poem by R.J. Bevans
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Eel-Grass
No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Oluwaseun
Love, dove, drove, rove, wove, move, strove, stove;
And like Australians and crocodiles! !
Nut, oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in mercy!
For, the bullets of war are not helping us.
Shove, shrove, grove, cove, hove, trove, prove;
Seeing what is going on in Syria and thinking about the human race;
But, Oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in joy!
For, the bombs are now killing us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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High Falootin Woman
I can see you comin mama, yes, youre movin on down the line.
I can see you comin mama, yes, youre movin on down the line.
You done have left a thousand men, and theyre all back there cryin.
Shes a high falootin woman, and she just cant do no wrong.
Shes a high falootin woman, and she just cant do no wrong.
Shes gonna cry some day, and I know it cant be too long.
Shes got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make em move.
Shes got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make em move.
And shell do anything, to make you get in her groove.
Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul.
Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul.
cause that high falootin woman, gonna live till shes a hundred years old.
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Sure Thing
Baby why you wanna waste your time
On just a pretty face
She changes guys with the mood of the day.
Save yourself a heartache.
Take a look
Im waiting in the wings
A good long look
cause what you got comin is a
Sure thing
Sure thing
One-hundred-percent guaranteed love thats true
Just for you.
No way your heart can lose.
On a sure thing.
Well Im not gonna switch form hot to cold
Play those little tricks youre always gonna know
Just where you stand
Ill be on your right hand.
You wont miss those run-around flings
Make your wish
cause what you got comin is a
Sure thing
Sure thing
One-hundred-percent guaranteed love thats true
Just for you.
No way your heart can lose.
On a sure thing.
Im not putting my hopes on a might or maybe
But one plus one would make a wild pair
Whaddaya say?
Baby ...
What you got comin is a
Sure thing
Sure thing
One-hundred-percent guaranteed love thats true
Just for you.
No way your heart can lose.
On a sure thing.
What you got comin is a sure thing.
You and me baby is a sure thing.
Sure thing ...
Sure thing.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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All I Need Is Your Good Loving
Precious darling you know youre my man
All you got to do is wave your hand
Yes, I cherish all you got to give
I dont need nothing else to live
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is to feel it comin
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is your love
Taste that honey flowin from your lips
I start shakin from your fingertips
? ? ? glowin? ? ? steady, movin right on time
Feel so warm in these arms of mine
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is to feel it comin
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is your love
Now darlin when Im with you
Say it feels so good inside
Its just makin love to you
Im so satisfied
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is to feel it comin
All I need is your sweet lovin
All I want is your love
Yeah, baby
song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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C[l]over Girl after Emily Dickinson - To make a prairie it takes a clover
To make true change it takes a Biden and one B.
One Biden and a B.
And reverie.
But reverie alone won't do
'til Palin's blue.
To make an omelette it takes some milk and one egg.
Some milk and an egg
and gas or light.
With reverie alone make do
if we're not few.
To stake a claim takes some land and one hope.
Some land and a hope,
called reverie.
The reverie alone won't do
with carats few.
To bake a cake it takes...
'and so ad infinitum'
Author notes
C[l]over Girl = Cove Over Cover Lover Clover Girl
[c] Jonathan Robin parody Emily Dickinson first stanza written 1 November 2008 subsequent stanzas added 2 November 2008
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ROBIN Jonathan 1947_20xx robi3_1400_robi1_0000 PWX_JXX Clover Girl_To make true change it takes a Biden and a B
n.b. cove in English may also mean Man
Clover and Bee
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
DICKINSON Emily 1830_1886 dick2_0017_dick2_0000 PXX_NXX To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee_To make a prairie
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lost Glory
Goodnight Africa!
I cry for Mama Africa
Mama’s children once united in love
vying for their brothers
protecting and loving their sisters
Now night has beclouded you
Your voice less that of the ewe
Only sonorous in foreign cove
Your backyard open to strangers
Your roof leak to dangers
Fight for a new dawn!
Stop behaving like a fawn!
Arise! Regain your nature clove
Don’t be insidious
but be amorous…
In fight for your lost glory.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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Collective
Collective, it, let, lot, Cole, Lot, colt, cove, tell, cot;
And like a pale dog in your garden!
Collective, live, cell, toll, tie, lie, tell, vet, elect, love;
And like the prayer of the poor! !
But appalling and horrible things are now seen connected in the land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Our Ruins
Copious lips brazen with sea shore
I have hurt you
Now you heal and I see
I see you in the sun
I see you in the moon
You stood with silent tears
I seen the ghost leave
I knew you were deep
Now the jade wind chisels
Resolute hearts entering the narrows
We walk together again
Mercy has found our cove
Your flowered dress of joy
My intellect no longer protects me
We dance like seagulls
Our ruins brightened by another world
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Free Willy: Escape from Pirate's Cove
Beau Bridges, Bindi Irwin, Mike Falkow, Jeanne Neilson, Matthew Dylan Roberts
from Free Willy: Escape from Pirate's Cove (2010)
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