Raven Black.
Oh Raven black with pearly eye
You come to watch the living die
You perch amid this graveyard scene
The silence broken by your scream
Now you hop from side to side
Across these stones so bleak
What is it in this place of death
That you hope to seek
Do you see the souls
Leave broken shells upon the earth
Do you watch the weeping mourners
With your silent mirth
Is the stamping of your talons
Some kind of macabre like dance
Or are you just like me?
A visitor by chance.
poem by Graham Jones
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Broken Sky
Walking down
Death row
Looking up
Into the sky
Wondering
When I can go
From this place
Called home
Something is wrong
The sky
Is broken into two
One side is black
The other side
Is white
I wonder why
The sky
Is broken into two
I look down
To see the faces
Of men who'll die
Before me
I look up
Back to see the sky
All one color now
Its black
poem by Allison Unknown
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Leave Me Alone
(ian hunter)
I love your sulky eyes,
I love your raven hair.
I often fantasize
A beautiful affair,
A broken paradise
cause you dont even care.
I love your sultry smile,
I love to see you dance.
Sometimes it drives me wild
To know Ive got no chance.
Your boyfriend doesnt see
Youre flirting, teasing me.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Sometimes Ill act ok,
Sometimes Ill try and hide.
But when you look at me,
I fall apart inside.
Across a broken sea
You took me for a ride.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Other lovers go home
And Im left here alone
With my heart in my hand.
I just cant understand
Why you treat me this way.
I just got to say.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Why dont you leave me,
Leave me alone, oh)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Dancing Machine
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby
Automatic systematic
Full of color self contained
Tune that shadow to your vibes
Captivating stimulating
Shes such a sexy lady
Filled with space age design
Shes moving grooving
Dancing to the music stop now
Yea
Rythmetic acrobatic
She a dynamite attraction
At the drop of a coin she comes alive, yea
She knows what shes doing
She super bad now
Shes here to really blow your mind
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Do it baby
Dancing, dancing, dancing
Shes a dancing machine
Ah babe
Move it baby
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene
Come on babe
Come on babe
Babe
Babe
Shake it baby
Shake it babe
Babe
Babe
Babe
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
I like it
I like
I love you
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
As she do, do, do her thing
Right on the scene
Shes a dance, dance, dance, dance, dancing machine
Watch her get down, watch her get down
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Nightmare Raven
A Raven perches on the branch
and stares into my window
watches me sleep
watches me dream
Mr.Raven why do you watch me?
when you're around
my skin goes cold
and my dreams morph into nightmares
I dream of one's I've lost
and that I'm losing them again
stabbed in the heart
running up an endless street
I try to scream
but I am mute
I'm alone
Mr.Raven why do you effect me so?
do you wish to frighten me?
I will sleep during the day
and wander at night as you do
If that is your wish
Mr.Raven leave me be
go back to the shoulder of Death
disappear from my sight
poem by Dakota Ellerton
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Liz no more
Words may prove to be less
She had kind and unforgettable face
Those memorable lines may stay for ever
Her role as an artist may always be cheered
Hardly in any decade have you had such beautiful flower?
Not for outer beauty but for kind and memorable nature
Memory may fade away but not her contribution
It was really a golden period which really marked revolution
Liz you will be shining star on the horizon
Many hearts were broken and won
You will be remembered for your outstanding performance
Beauty and honor will go side by side with romance
Great souls appear rarely on earth
They will be mourned gravely on their death
Leave behind a great mark for mankind
Rarely we come across or find
Liz you were on lease from the God
You have departed for the good
Someone else may try and take over
As an artist you never desired any cover
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everything Is Broken
Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jivin, aint no use jokin
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Someone else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin, bullfrog croakin
Everything is broken
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dancing Queen
Written: anderson/ andersson/ ulvaeus
Original sung by: abba
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the musics high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
Youre in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Youre a teaser, you turn em on
Leave them burning and then youre gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
Youre in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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The Death Knell Is Ringing
The death knell is ringing
The raven is singing
The earth worm is creeping
The mourners are weeping
Ding dong, bell--
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Broken
If I am frightened then I can hide it
If I am crying, Ill call it laughter
If I am haunted, Ill call it my imaginary friend
If I am bleeding, Ill call it my wine
But if you leave me then I am broken
And if Im broken then only death remains
If I am drifting, then I can fight it
If I am sinking, no-one will know it
If I am blinded Ill have my voices still to guide me
If they yet fled away Id bless the silence
But if you leave me then I am broken
And if Im broken then only death remains
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Archangel of Death
Over fields of War soars the Raven, on wings of Death he flies
He sees the clash of bone and sword, hears the dying cries
Flies above the bloodied earth, his wings black out the sun
Come to collect the honored dead, each and every one
Angel of Death, Azrael, the Bloody Reaper Grim
Raven of Death, Herder of Souls, the Black Winged Seraphim
His face shrouded in shadow, in his hands a blackened sword
The Angel in Black, Collector of Souls, darkest servant of the Lord
The Raven soars the skies of earth, to collect men's final breath
Azrael, the Reaper Grim, Archangel of Death.
poem by Tim Vallie
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~ I Watch I Watch I Watch ~
~ I WATCH I WATCH I WATCH ~
Ms. Nivedita. UK
17.09.09.
Ye,
You’re standing in the:
Endless Universe,
Endless Dark,
Endless Light.
Ye,
You’re standing beyond the:
Boundaries of Life and Death.
Ye,
Silent Universe
Silent Dark,
Silent Light
Embosom Your foot prints
When minstrel oozing
From Your harp.
Achefully Joyfully
I watch I watch I watch
Without any utterance
Without any hope.
-------
Copyright reserved by the author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Echoes of silence
A silent scream
A bad dream..
nightmare
Wake me up
Some one dare
Spare me.. spare!
Everytime i remember
that touch that smell
The day i experienced hell
my cross to bear
All my life
My death knell
My tortured sigh
someone hear in silence
my helplessness
As i laid that night
Silence echoes my fight
my plight!
Silence echoes
Scot free, he walks away
echoes till this day
Silence echoes
My lost innocence
At nights in dreams..
Night, witness to my pain
Driving me insane
within my heart...
Silence echoes,
My silent scream
my broken dreams..
Silence echoes....
poem by Meena Iyer
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Dance of Birds
Drum of birds is on shore
Dance of parrots is on shore
Men are fishing in river
Drum of birds is on shore
Dance of parrots is on shore
Women are fetching water in river
Small birds perch on weeds to watch dance
Big birds perch on reeds to watch dance
Men and women stand to watch dance of birds
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Poem (‘It Doesn’t Look Like A Finger...’)
It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glass
It doesn’t look like something to eat it looks like something eaten
It doesn’t look like an empty chair it looks like an old woman
searching in a heap of stones
It doesn’t look like a heap of stones it looks like an estuary where
the drifting filth is swept to and fro on the tide
It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather with broken teeth
The spaces between the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a revolver it looks like a convolvulus
It doesn’t look like a living convolvulus it looks like a dead one
KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS USE THEM ON
YOUR BITCHES OR
YOURSELVES BUT KEEP THEM OFF MY FRIENDS
The faces between the stones are made of bone
It doesn’t look like an eye it looks like a bowl of rotten fruit
It doesn’t look like my mother in the garden it looks like my father
when he came up from the sea covered in shells and tangle
It doesn’t look like a feather it looks like a finger with broken wings
It doesn’t look like the old woman’s mouth it looks like a handful
of broken feathers or a revolver buried in cinders
The faces beneath the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a broken cup it looks like a cut lip
It doesn’t look like yours it looks like mine
BUT IT IS YOURS NOW
SOON IT WILL LOOK LIKE YOURS
AND ANYTHING YOU SEE WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU
London Bulletin, No. 2 (May 1938), 7.
poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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Sun Goes Down (Livin' It Up)
Though I live on the edge time is on my side
all the doors to my life are open wide
just as long as the wheels keep on turning 'round
I will live for the groove 'til the sun goes down
living it up, living it up
I can feel it
living it up
is it a crazy notion?
living it up, living it up
I can feel it
living it up
I got forward motion
I don't wanna go to war, I don't wanna go to war
I said I know what I want and I don't wanna go war - do you follow me?
I saw a soldier standing in a bar
looked so tired he'd come so far
he said "I need to love someone, before they drop the atom bomb"
there's a girl at the back making eyes at me
and her hair long and black is a sight to see
but I get kind of scared when love's around
I just live for the groove 'til the sun goes down
living it up, living it up
I can feel it
living it up
is it a false emotion?
living it up, living it up
I can feel it
living it up
I got forward motion
so I'm a-taking you out but I'm a-faking
I'm married to the beat
but to the music I gave the heart I could have given you
still there's something 'bout the way that you move
and the way that people stare it's the shock of the new
I want my friends to see me standing next to you
the sun goes down . . .
time is on my side
I don't care what they say I'll enjoy the ride
but I get kind of scared when I turn around
so I'll stay with the groove 'til the sun goes down
living it up
living it up
I can feel it
living it up
I got forward motion
ooh - watch her dance
there must be one like her in every club in every town
but I don't mind if that the way she wants to be
there's something 'bout her that reminds me of me
she's my soulmate - we'll be together 'til the sun goes down
the sun goes down
living it up
living it up
I can feel it
living it up
I got forwand motion
song performed by by Level 42
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Faeries Dance
Under the black night sky
The souls of the world wake
The spirits of the woods never die
Enchanting flame and the faeries dance
Feel the Earth beneath us begin to move
The souls sing their song to the world
Evil held back by this night of romance
Watch the faeries dance, mezmerizing
Feel the spirits surround us
Hear the souls song, hypnotizing
Enchanting flame and we join the faeries dance
Our hearts together move the stones
Together at last the dawn arises
The souls of world finish their song
The spirits keep us safe from harm
As the faeries dance around the sun
poem by Electric Tripp
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To Chat with a Raven
Wind whispers through fingers
of ebony black pinions
Head cocked to watch me
as he drifts past my eyes
Apprising and appraising
My place in his dominion
Head cocked to watch me
As he effortlessly flies
To a graceful landing
Atop a lodge-pole pine
Then the head cocked again
Ebon eyes locked on mine
As if posing the question
Without uttering a word
What is your place here
In my world? …asked the bird
The question was stated
As a guttural squawk
Yet understood quite plainly
If one can parse Raven talk
On my precarious perch
On my pre-Cambrian ledge
I pondered the question
As I looked down at the sedge
Five hundred feet down the bottom lies
Perhaps a bit more… or less
I peered into the raven’s obsidian eyes
And replied “not really sure, I confess”
Did I come here to leap
Did I come here to die
I was rather hoping
You could tell me why
He croaked, with a fluffing of feathers
“To leap, to die? no, not a reason so craven
The reason my son, and a very good one
Was your need to chat up a raven
poem by David Whalen
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Anima Anceps
TILL death have broken
Sweet life’s love-token,
Till all be spoken
That shall be said,
What dost thou praying,
O soul, and playing
With song and saying,
Things flown and fled?
For this we know not—
That fresh springs flow not
And fresh griefs grow not
When men are dead;
When strange years cover
Lover and lover,
And joys are over
And tears are shed.
If one day’s sorrow
Mar the day’s morrow—
If man’s life borrow
And man’s death pay—
If souls once taken,
If lives once shaken,
Arise, awaken,
By night, by day—
Why with strong crying
And years of sighing,
Living and dying,
Fast ye and pray?
For all your weeping,
Waking and sleeping,
Death comes to reaping
And takes away.
Though time rend after
Roof-tree from rafter,
A little laughter
Is much more worth
Than thus to measure
The hour, the treasure,
The pain, the pleasure,
The death, the birth;
Grief, when days alter,
Like joy shall falter;
Song-book and psalter,
Mourning and mirth.
Live like the swallow;
Seek not to follow
Where earth is hollow
Under the earth.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The ravens of Ecclesbourne
The dark shadow of a large corvus
A mere crow,
No'a bird far larger far more supreme,
The harbinger of doom so they say
As if cast from some dark dream.
The raven'
Mystical bird of days of yore,
Glides over me to find a resting place on the cliff
Just beyond the rugged shore.
The silence only broken by their occasional deep croak
A voice far deeper than of any crow that I have heard before.
Like some dark spirit
Free from the confines of the historical tower,
Their dark shadows only eclipsed
By the black clouds of a passing shower.
I stand and watch in fascination
Of their arial acrobatics high above,
Their dark shadows cross and re cross
As if dancing in mutual love.
The stately raven
A bird of legend and steeped in folk law,
Casts a shadow over the grey winter cliffs
A place where the raven reigns supreme and free forever more.
poem by Gordon Butchers
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I Am A Raven
I am a raven
Freer than a breeze
Beholding to no one
Doing what I please
I am a raven
Watch me fly
Aeries are for eagles
Not me!
Don’t ask me why
I am a raven
Eating what I please
Sleep anywhere I want
Have no one to appease
I am a raven
You’d better let me by
I’m a bit combative
Might pluck out an eye
I am a raven
Better left alone
Unless inclined to marry
Have ravens of mine own
I am a raven
Feathers black as coal
Robbery my stock in trade
So stay clear
Or I may steal your soul
poem by Ray Lucero
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