Sunburst
Seducing the wet grasses of the garden
and caressing the very darkness
the sun is preading slowly
Through the silent chin of marble statue
sundrops are sweating
Running through the lawn of tiny rocks the desperate sun is ringing
the door-bells of upstairs
Get Up O dear Get up and see
saying this throwing multicolored perfumed
letters of cocktails over
the smashed nighty and gloomy night dresses
Sun got no leisure
the busy sun is jumping from the
voracious sunset
Crossing the overbridge
like a yellow reptile
it is zigzagging on the village roads
Napping a bit on the clean floor
proceeding over the cowdunged walls
in the seduction of togetherness
Crossing the informal gate easilyh
the sun is entering into the huts
on the humid floor and damaged walls
waiving its brave hands
presenting sunny toffee and biscuits
in the hands of naked kids
Thus sun is spreading
the revolter sun is thus scattering
even in the deepest hidden place
See sun is thus blooming and
in the bright sunlight
the teeth of that farmer's wife are shining
poem by Choudhuri Sukumar
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Toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee
Come sei gi sveglia
Da quanto tempo sei li, cos
Hai gi preparato il caff
Saresti proprio una brava moglie, eh
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee
Passami l'asciugamano
Quello bianco li sul divano
Toffee, dai che c'ho freddo toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee
Oh toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee
Toffe, toffee, toffee, toffee
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Three Flights Up
On the first floor On the first floor
On the first floor there's a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling, now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to bear
She screams for help, but no one's there
On the first floor
On the first floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the walls
So to the telephone she crawls
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
Then rings no moreOn the first floor
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you can see them all
They're laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall
But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high
A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place
Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up
My family was very poor
So I worked hard to be secure
I married one I had to wed
And not the one I loved instead
When I was young my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the child
Now three flights up, I'm all alone
My wife is dead, my child is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on inside
And then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others' feelings?
song performed by by Don McLean
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Crossing The Border
Hey, take it and run, child
Ill ask you no questions
We traded our fortunes
Crossing the border
I hope you got lucky
You needed a change
I--i made it without you
Crossing the border
We were like a couple of wetbacks running
Standin on the banks of some dangerous river
Lookin into a brave new country
Risky business
Crossing the border
Ahhh, you--you doubled my chances
I--i sure do want your freedom
I--Ill never forget you
Crossing the border
Back when we were out there
Crossing the border
Layin it on the line
Crossing the border
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Or When You Are Inside A Dark Room
and all are solid walls
you hear no one and no one hears you
you stand and grapple for light
your hands feeling the sides of
the walls
you panic for an exit
and still there is none
you calm yourself
and sit on the floor
you close your eyes in this darkness
and see the light inside
is this not a relief? you breathe
deeper like you are throwing a rope with a pail
inside the hole
of a well
you hear nothing yet
until it hits the bottom
and then you settle for something
so temporal
like this: i am alright. Things will be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gold
Pale gold of the walls, gold
of the centers of daisies, yellow roses
pressing from a clear bowl. All day
we lay on the bed, my hand
stroking the deep
gold of your thighs and your back.
We slept and woke
entering the golden room together,
lay down in it breathing
quickly, then
slowly again,
caressing and dozing, your hand sleepily
touching my hair now.
We made in those days
tiny identical rooms inside our bodies
which the men who uncover our graves
will find in a thousand years,
shining and whole.
poem by Donald Hall
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Inside The House Of Pain
a damaged brain inside a house of pain.
pieces of broken porcelain, all white and tiny.
under my feet. flying plates landing on walls.
smashed to the sound of bangs and cracks.
running mantels and falling glasses.
and viands splattering on the floors.
dirty carpets. stained curtains. broken windows.
loud words buzzing like giant bees in such a small
room. where everything is a crowd of cruel
words and slapping hands and pulling hairs.
mother wails and shouts for help.
father strikes her face. some blood bleeding
on unwashed handkerchiefs.
children running away. hiding in corners of
this world. all silent not needing any help because
they are all to afraid to become big like them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Metaphors of a Magnifico
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges,
Into twenty villages,
Or one man
Crossing a single bridge into a village.
This is old song
That will not declare itself . . .
Twenty men crossing a bridge,
Into a village,
Are
Twenty men crossing a bridge
Into a village.
That will not declare itself
Yet is certain as meaning . . .
The boots of the men clump
On the boards of the bridge.
The first white wall of the village
Rises through fruit-trees.
Of what was it I was thinking?
So the meaning escapes.
The first white wall of the village...
The fruit-trees...
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Night Perfume From The Garden
the kamuning
is blooming with white flowers again
tonight
it is spreading its scent
in the garden
profusely diffusing
inside my room
and then
i remember you
how you make love
with me
throwing away
all fears
there is no obstruction
to love
not even the light
that the morning hands
to our naked
bodies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jesus in the suburb
There’s a strange man
standing outside at the garden gate
on the other side of the mailbox
and he is dressed in a uniform
and looks somewhat familiar
but I cannot place him
and funny enough
the dogs are quiet
and to peaceful to my fancy
as if they
know him from somewhere
and I wonder what a traffic cop
is doing outside at the garden gate
and I am half irritated
when I open the front door,
but his uniform is somewhat strange
and looks like a flying suit
that a pilot would wear.
I wonder what he wants
and without talking he asks
do you know me?
There’s a bright like
shining like the sun
out of his loving eyes
and His hands has the marks
of old wounds
that has healed
and I wonder what He is doing
at the door of a sinful fool like me
and I open the gate wide
and He walks in.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Warning Bells
Warning Bells
Reaching for that bottle, your hand on that throttle,
getting ready to ride without a guide,
down that road, that road to hell.
Wake up before it's too late,
before you reach that gate.
Let go of the hate,
think of your mate.
Looking at life through the bottom of a bottle,
hands shaking,
body quaking.
One of these days you won't be waking.
Don't you hear them Warning Bells?
Shatter that bottle on the floor,
turn around, walk out that door,
do it for you. Listen to them Warning Bells.
Only time will tell if you heard,
heard them bells.
Don't find yourself on the floor, anymore,
turn around say no more, walk out that door.
You're off that road that road to hell.
You've heard them Warning, Warning Bells.
poem by Lucille van OnselenZunckel
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in perfect meditation in time of Lent
in a world without chairs
or bed, just floors and walls
and a little leaking light from
the roof, gift from the sky
like a lone star at night
i
unburden thoughts
like slowly my hands are throwing
away the pebbles to the ocean
on a journey to a quite place
where i do not have to
think anymore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tempera Blue
Oh give me the light
To paint the spheres in marble stones
And choke the fears down to the bones
Pronouncing death insanity tempera blue
Of skyward sacred monsters dedicated to the bright
Who never trusted the stars unless they were one of them
Shining piercing diamond scars
Unto the knives of Guerra Guerra et Libertas
Oozing down the cavemen walls
Fetish hidden strife
Too scared to spell the evil
Too brave to face its facets
Hanging on the ropes of the deadly smiles
And down the rims of broken hands
Painting the final so as to survive
And not be swallowed by tempera night
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I'm So Laid Back, I'm Laid Out
The people were running
The place was on fire
The smoke was a-growing
And the flames were getting higher
The fire chief was shouting
As he knocked down my door
He said you better move your butt boy
Or you'll knock on heaven's door
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more
The rent needing paying
The insurance was due
The roof needing fixing
And the rain was coming through
But the forecast is sunny
So I'll stay here on my back
Tomorrow is another day
It's cozy in the sack
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more
There were times when you wanted to be number one
And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on
But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh)
My luxury is living
'Cause I can't afford to die
I'm a diletantic mother
With a twinkle in my eye
Let the others do the running
I'm content to take a cut
Percentages are burning
And I'm happy in my rut
I'm so laid back, I'm laid out
I'm so caved in and spaced out
I'm wired to the teeth
I'm fused to the floor
So baby don't you bug me no more
Don't you bug me no more
No more, no more, no more, [etc.]
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Bells Of Saint James
Walsh, Morse)
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Her letters gave me purpose
Her letters gave me pride
Armies far across the ocean
Guns and letters by our side
It was someone else's homeland
It was someone else's war
But at the line of the 38th parallel
It was her I fought them for
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone
I smelled those flowers in my sleep
The day I left as we were standing alone
She swore to me those dreams would keep
And the bells of St. James were ringing
The bells of St. James were ringing down
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound
I don't remember when those words changed
Like Kansas summer turns to fall
But she quit talking 'bout the future
Never mentioned dreams at all
I don't blame by enemies and I don't blame my wife
For love fires that fleeted long ago
But when she wrote me about this change in her life
There was just one thing I had to know
And the bells of St. James were ringing
The bells of St. James were ringing down
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound
song performed by by Kansas
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Painting The Walls
painting the walls,
rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains....
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing....
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed...
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living....
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain....
the testimony of each feeling....
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dan's Wife
Up in early morning light,
Sweeping, dusting, 'setting right,'
Oiling all the household springs,
Sewing buttons, tying strings,
Telling Bridget what to do,
Mending rips in Johnny's shoe,
Running up and down the stair,
Tying baby in her chair,
Cutting meat and spreading bread,
Dishing out so much per head,
Eating as she can by chance,
Giving husband kindly glance;
Toiling, working, busy life,--
Smart woman,
Dan's wife.
Dan comes home at fall of night,
Home so cheerful, neat, and bright;
Children meet him at the door,
Pull him in and looked him o'er;
Wife asks how the work has gone.
'Busy times with us at home!'
Supper done, Dan reads with ease,--
Happy Dan, but one to please!
Children must be put to bed--
All the little prayers are said;
Little shoes are placed in rows,
Bedclothes tucked o'er little toes;
Busy, noisy, wearing life,--
Tired woman,
Dan's wife.
Dan reads on and falls asleep--
See the woman softly creep;
Baby rests at last, poor dear,
Not a word her heart to cheer;
Mending-basket full to top,
Stockings, shirt, and little frock;
Tired eyes and weary brain,
Side with darting, ugly pain;
'Never mind, 'will pass away,'
She must work, but never play;
Closed piano, unused books,
Done the walks to easy nooks,
Brightness faded out of life,--
Saddened woman,
Dan's wife.
Upstairs, tossing to and fro,
Fever holds the woman low;
Children wander free to play
When and where they will today;
Bridget loiters--dinner's cold,
Dan looks anxious, cross, and old;
Household screws are out of place,
Lacking one dear, patient face;
Steady hands, so weak but true,
Hands that knew just what to do,
Never knowing rest or play,
Folded now--and laid away;
Work of six in one short life,--
Shattered woman,
Dan's wife.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Papa And His Son
small son
like a toy soccer ball
yellow and black spots
in the warm hold of
Papa the giant
to his mind
his hands are powerful
against the walls
and tall buildings
against the hot horizon
he laughs
at son who raises his hands
in total surrender
not afraid anymore
if ever he falls
Papa is the giant
his words are true
like walls and tall buildings
like strong hands
like laughter
like white teeth
like words of comfort
of horizon's assurance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walking The Floor On My Hands Over You
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youve been trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Everybody wants somebody
And I can make it just for you
Wont you tell me please tell me
What youre trying to do
Everybody says you want me
Baby Im not too sure
Just what youve been doing
It should be against the law
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Well you got me
I dont know whats going down
Tell me where you want me
And put me back on the ground
Everybody says you want me
Baby Im not too sure
Just what youve been doing
It should be against the law
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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A Golden Day........Passed Away
Sundrops flow
from head to toe
adorned in gold
my eyes behold
I wait
with all the hope
sundrops whisper
in my robe
just one little thing
remember to bring
red roses with stem
and a lovely ring
darkness creeps
in my door
my feet weary
on the floor
broken dreams cry
in my heart
I close my eyes
with the tears I part
why make promises
when you cant keep
i hold sweet moments
shiver and weep
one day you will regret
when I would be gone
in somebody`s arms
basking in another morn..........
poem by Dr Madhavi Grace
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A Series Of Deaths
love,
a series of deaths
by design...
self immoliations
by candle light.
intimate Gethsemenes,
crosses that smell familiar.
bodies left silent
by unmarked roads.
small furry animals
killed by cars in the night.
yet i stand by your window,
with unrestrained eyes...
hands opening and closing,
drool on my chin.
watching you sweep the floor,
of any last trace.
naming the demons
that stole the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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