The Empty Train
Sometimes the sunset wheels
Of the empty train roll slowly
As a harmonica song-
Lilting us backward in
A summer sonnet
Of lavender fields-
Yellow bonnets, busy farmers.
Our tall engine steaming through
The country shadows
Of wooden swings and fishing ponds.
Cotton dresses and double moonshine,
Broken porches and hungry cows.
We see blue jays out
The windows now-
And kites in every tree.
And- I think if we go fast enough
We, too, will all be free…
poem by Anastasia Clark
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Lavender Days
Lavender inspiration guides me...
Through orchards and vineyards grown
Revitalizing my inner essence
Blessing the Lavender-Blue sown;
In my minds eyes i oft' meditate-
'Tis Lavender Fields now or never...
Transporting me into Vales O' Bliss
Leading me into my Lavender Forever;
O' mighty Spirit O' Nature...
Strengthen me with your sweet power--
Free me in your fields O' Blue and Purple...
Shelter me in your Emerald Bower;
poem by Theodora Onken
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The sea gipsy
The sea gipsy
she's anchored in our sheltered bay, a fishing boat tonight will stay
a forard mooring rope made fast, engine's cut, anchor cast
light is failing, silhouettes, casts shadows of old fishing nets
atop the mast a solitary light, a beacon, throughout the night
with the tides rise and fall, she swings on the anchor's maul
waves lapping against her hull, oblivious to a wandering gull
decks are clear, gear stored, sleep comes to those aboard
on the morrow, at dawns first light, the eastern sun chases the night
movement aboard this working craft, is witnessed forard and abaft
now in the bright light of day, the gipsy prepares to get under way
lines are hauled, the engines started, the gipsy now, has departed
steaming to the fishing grounds, through the reefs and outer sounds
poem by Bob Gibson
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The wheels of time
The wheels of time roll around,
it dosn't stop for anyone
the wheels of time, for me it's almost done.
The wheels of time rolls around,
changes me with age
the wheels of time for my life a new stage
The wheels of time roll around,
life has passed me by
the wheels of time make me want to cry.
The wheels of time roll around
so many changes they bring
the wheels of time, for me going faster than a train.
The wheels of time roll around
another day gone, another day went by,
the wheels of time, changes in my life, I'll apply.
The wheels of time roll around
changes I need to make,
the wheels of time, chances I have to take
The wheels of time roll around
closing in on me,
the wheels of time, finally I'll face it with glee.
Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Brother Trucker
Breaker number nine big buddy
Put your ears on me now
This trucker got to have a big lie tonight
Come on sucker
Come back brother trucker
I keep seeing double
Unless I close one eye
And Ive got to roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Sure enough a shame bout the shape Im in
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Someone to love the truck driving man
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Im a driving fool
I make my own rules
One part man and one part mule
One part fossil fuel
I got the heart of steel
I pull eighteen wheels
Mister nine to five in his coup de ville
No, never know how it feels
To really roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Holding my own just the best as I can
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Outward bound from south bend
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Moon over new jersey
Big state police
Well, Im in a hurry
Could you let me go in peace
Im an independent
I dont make no teamster dough
cause the a.f.l. and the c.i.o.
Still dont own the road
And the only man telling me where to go
Is the man who owns my load
And he says roll, roll, roll brother trucker
I say where and you say when
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Get back on your wheels again
Turn the goddamn thing around and do it again
Roll, roll, roll brother trucker
Im back on my wheels again
Fat bucket, Im back on my wheels again
song performed by by James Taylor
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Barefoot In The Summer Sun
Running in the fields all day,
Chewing on a blade of grass.
Barefoot in the summer sun,
Watching clouds as they roll past.
Endless humid summer days,
Fishing for cats down by the stream.
Fast asleep most of the time,
Catching 'big ones' in my dreams.
Skimming stones for half the day,
Letting Spot run wild and free.
Oh, to be twelve years old again,
Once more like it used to be.
4/10/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Ancient Train
I'm a little boy
In the world today
Trying to live his life
In the grown up way
Sometimes I get so scared
That I can hardly move
But I'm a little boy
With a lot to prove
Somedays go by so fast
Sometimes I wonder
How long will this young boy last
Now I'm an ancient train
Going down the track
I always make my way
I'm never turning back
Because my wheels are old
Sometimes it rides real slow
But I'm an ancient train
With a place to go
And I used to ride so fast
Sometimes I wonder
How long will this old train last
Sometimes this song goes fast
Sometimes I wonder
How long will this old song last
song performed by by Travis
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Root Beer Float Afternoon
It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly
Into velvet humidity
It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon
poem by David Whalen
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Lavender Fileds
Running free with your heartbeat -
Running away from the bad dreams -
Embraced in your sweet arms -
Come Rose dropp Kisses -
Flowing in billowing streams.
Lavender Fields of our desire -
Running with you, throughout time -
The passion-filled moments spent -
In Our: 'Most heavenly Climb'
Never one to be sentimental -
But your romance, it took my hand -
And it led me towards:
'True Loves Most Eternal Land'
Once, i was running on empty -
Once, running away, in sheer vain -
Now that i have you beside me -
Gone is all emptimess and pain.
Roses and Lavender breeze -
Dreams weave, their very own way -
Together, we are:
'Forever'
Alone, in Lavender Fields, we now lay.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Fast Train
Transcribed from a live performance on february 26, 2000 at the barbican in york, england. the first performance of this new song.
When you been on a fast train
And its goin off the rails
And you cant come back together again
You just start breakin down
In the pourin rain
Cause you been on a fast train
When your love has gone away
Dont it make you feel so sad
And you know Im returnin
Way into the land
And you start breakin down
And go into the pain
Cause you been on the fast train
You had to go on the lam
Cross into no mans land
Aint nobody here on your wavelength
And nobody gonna give you a helpin hand
You just start breakin down
And just go into the sun
When you hear that fast train
And you keep movin along
To the sound of the wheels
Deep inside your heart you really know
You know just how it feels
And you start breakin down
And the deserts reign on the fast train
Youre way over the line
This time youre out of your mind
This time youre out of your depth
And to the window you crack open
Oh but theres nowhere to go
Theres only sleet and theres snow
Keep on movin on a fast train
You hear theyre goin over the line
Oh standin on the edge of the hill
Oh nobody on their wavelength
Nobody to give you a helping hand
And you start breakin down
When you hear the sound
Keep on movin on a fast train
Im goin nowhere on a fast train
Goin nowhere
Goin nowhere on a fast train
Goin nowhere on a fast train
Fast train
Going nowhere
Goin nowhere on a fast train
To the wasteland
To the wasteland
On a fast train
On a fast train
On a fast train
Im goin nowhere
Im goin nowhere on a fast train
Goin nowhere
On a fast train
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Land Of Hope & Dreams
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunders rolling down the tracks
Dont know where youre goin
Sky is turnin black
Well darlin if youre weary
Lay your head upon my chest
Well take what we can carry
And well leave behind the rest
Big wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
Well I will provide for you
Ya and I will stand by your side
Youll need a good companion darlin
For this part of the ride
Ya leave behind your sorrows
Ya this day at last
Tomorrow theyll be sunny skies
And all this darkness past
Big wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This train
Carries whores and gamblers
This train
Carries midnight ramblers
This train
Carries broken hearted
This train
Carries souls departed
This train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This train
Faith will be rewarded
This train
Carries fools and kings
This train
Hear the big wheels singing
This train
Bells of freedom ringing
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Cotton Jenny
Theres a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
Theres no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame
Oh cotton jennys her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
When the new day begins
I go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh cotton jenny Im sore
And she rubs my feet while the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
In the hot, sickly south
When they say well shut my mouth
I can never be free from the cotton grind
But I know I got whats mine
Shes a soft southern flame
Oh cotton jennys her name
She wakes me up when the sun goes down
And the wheels of love go round
Wheels of love go round
Love go round, love go round
A joyful sound
I aint got a penny for cotton jenny to spend
But then the wheels go round
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Fast Train
Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin
I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things Ive yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin to find some piece of mind
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Yellow Ribbon On The Old Oak Tree
who can forget the yellow ribbon
on that old oak tree? tell me.
tomorrow, i shall wear my yellow cap
my yellow shirt, my yellow brief,
my yellow pants.
my jaundiced eye, my golden yellow ring.
tomorrow, in my country, the sky is yellow.
all steps lead to the yellow brick road.
all fruits are ripe and mellow and yellow.
Tomorrow, the country is yellow.
Yellow for integrity, Yellow for change.
Yellow for justice. Yellow for truth.
One day more, and the sun shall rise
Yellow as ever.Yellow forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Day In Park
swings, slides and sand
the park so peaceful early in the day
the sun rising, shadows casting across the grass
the breeze flow so soft, quiet and free
the ball diamond so peaceful and empty
soon the sounds of children laughing and parents chatting
the park comes to life with all to enjoy
dogs playing catch, kids flying kites
grills cooking and picnics galore
the fields so full from footballs to baseballs
playing catch, to playing tag
reading on a bench, laying on a blanket for a tan
the park so pictureous and a masterpiece
It's art and spirit so priceless
we never have enough parks for all to see
to be free and play
Parks nature's playground for us to play
poem by Michael Peterson
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Super Summer
No more school
I’m always swimming in the pool
This is summer break, doesn’t this sound great?
I smell loads of chorine
The grass is a beautiful bright green
I scream for ice scream
On the beach I fly some kites
Sweet corn, ice pops, and strawberries open up, and take a bite
I sit under the stars at night
Quiet rids on my big blue bike
I love taking hikes
Charvale pool is always filled with little tikes
Always socking up the sun
but watch out for sun burn because it hurts tons
I hate burnt hotdogs on stale buns
I love huge boom fires at the beach
Fishing in funs when we all get one fish each
My hands and face always sticky from the peaches
Extremely hot air
Katie and I make a great summer pair
Pink and blue cotton candy at the fair
Sleeping in super late
When fishing I always run out of bait
Winning my swim races makes me feel great
Listening to my favorite songs
On road trips we spend long hours in the car
Mini put is lots of fun but I never am under par
I live for the summer
But soon it will be all gone and have to go to school and that’s a bummer
This is my super summer
poem by Molly Breadcrumb
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Under Moonshine
The dawn crept into by room
And stole my dream
Now Ill never know
Just what it means
Or what could have been
Yet still I try to lie
But Im seen
Under moonshine thats where Ive been
Under moonshine Im clearly seen
Under moonshine thats where Ive been
Under moonshine Im clearly seen
Creator of dreams that melt with the sun
Ill send you the things this man has done
He was a saint and a sinner rolled in one
But I miss now that hes gone
I sure miss him now that hes gone
Sure I feel the pain
Deep inside I pour like rain
Remember when you smile
Loves in your eyes
The world keeps turning
The grass still grows green
The fruit on my tree
Is the biggest youve ever seen
Which way up you know when youre down
Theyve gotta stand tall
With your feet on the ground
You must stand tall
With your feet on the ground
Or maybe Im crazy
Also they say Im lazy
But Ill have my days
When I do as I please
For you wont see the woods
While youre a tree
No youll never see the woods
While youre a tree
Yes Im crazy
Also they say Im lazy
But Ill have my days
When I do as I please
You wont see the woods
While youre a tree
No youll never see the woods
While youre a tree
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Band Concert
Band concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And gigglers, God knows, gigglers, rivaling the pony whinnies of the Livery Stable Blues.
Cowboy rags and nigger rags. And boys driving sorrel horses hurl a cornfield laughter at the girls in dresses, summer-white dresses. Amid the cornet staccato and the tuba oompa, gigglers, God knows, gigglers daffy with life’s razzle dazzle.
Slow good-night melodies and Home Sweet Home. And the snare drummer bookkeeper in a hardware store nods hello to the daughter of a railroad conductor—a giggler, God knows, a giggler—and the summer-white dresses filter fanwise out of the public square.
The crushed strawberries of ice cream soda places, the night wind in cottonwoods and willows, the lattice shadows of doorsteps and porches, these know more of the story.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Your First Kiss
A first kiss in the hallway by your locker,
in the schoolyard after soccer,
in a car with a mountain view
as the sin rises anew
under the sunset while holding hands
in the roaring ocean next to glistening sands.
Your first kiss on a mountain high
under the sparkling, starlit sky
while the clouds are pouring rain
in the dining room of a bustling train
beside a beautiful, blossoming cherry tree
on the swing set with fluttering blue jays so free.
There are many great places for one's first kiss
but before you kiss remember this-
that moment is only lived once and should be pure and true
so make your first kiss with someone who truly loves you.
poem by Kelly Curiel
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