The Land’s Lied
Near to Scarborough bay
There’s a scar, burrowed away
By underground streams
Which have undermined dreams
Of pen-pushers, now pen shunners:
Those poor, retired pensioners
Who thought they were secure,
But now ought to seek your
Sympathy, for homes on Knipe Point
Teeter, bones on knifepoint,
For the treacherous land’s lied,
Caused a treacherous landslide
And they finally shall be rueing
Deep financial ruin.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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In Their Best Performances
The only way there is,
To defend against those...
Who show they can be treacherous,
Is to pretend you have been...
A willing victim of it.
Since those who 'are' treacherous,
Often seek the ones appearing to be dumb...
Ignorant and innocent of what's going on!
And eventually expose themselves,
To others they teach...
How to observe their doings,
While delivering this in their best performances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Death of a Louse
A Treacherous Thug
Hid under a Rug
And drank Malt Liquor
From a Pewter Mug.
He was Waiting for
The Wife of the House
To Watch him Beat Out
The Brains of a Louse-
Her Two-timing Spouse!
The Husband Walked In-
And then the Wife-
Who Watched the Treacherous Thug
Liquidate her Husband's Life.
After the Murdering was Done
The Treacherous Thug had to Run
Because the Wife pulled out an Enormous Gun
With which she Peppered the Treacherous Thug's...
BUN!
poem by M.L. Squier
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Hello, My Treacherous Friends
Sitting for lunch in a square in this town
(this town that I'm new to),
new fellow from my new town sat me down
and explained it to me:
how when I spin from him I spin from myself,
the center can double the speed of the crust.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how grateful I am for your insights.
With regard to my newborn arachnid kids,
there's something we must discuss:
perhaps we should sit them down and explain
how not to be saved.
Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate
how your center can keep up its sickening spin.
Thank you, my treacherous friends.
Perhaps for my children your surface will smile.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
the fate of my children, the spiders.
Hello, my treacherous friends,
and thank you for joining me here tonight.
I brought you all here to discuss, as I must,
how pleasant has been this demise
song performed by by Ok Go
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Song. (From The Spanish)
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
Enemy
Of all that mankind may not rue!
Most untrue
To him who keeps most faith with thee.
Woe is me!
The falcon has the eyes of the dove.
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
Thy deceits
Give us clearly to comprehend,
Whither tend
All thy pleasures, all thy sweets!
They are cheats,
Thorns below and flowers above.
Ah, Love!
Perjured, false, treacherous Love!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Sunset at Scarborough
When you saw
The Golden Sun
Setting on the Sea
At Scarborough
And you thought of me, my love
I felt wonderful…
Being a part of the text
That you sent me
Being a part of your memory
As you remembered me…
Being a part of that
Moment in Time
When the Golden Sun
Was setting
On the Sea
At Scarborough.
As you stood there
In the Balcony
On the 22nd Floor
Of your Hotel-Room
Gazing at the
Swirling waters of the Sea
Radiant and Vibrant
In the oranges and reds
Of the Setting Sun’s
Majestic Charisma -
The waves and the tides
Playing hide and seek
With the lovely bright colours
Of the Setting Sun’s
Enchanting Enigma
I thought of your eyes…
Yes – those very beautiful
Eyes of yours,
With those long eyelashes
That make your eyes
All the more expressive, deep
And enchanting…
Like the Setting Sun’s
Ethereal Beauty
In that evening sea
At Scarborough
I felt like kissing those eyes…
Yes – those very same eyes
Tired and aching
After a hard day’s work
Seeking some relaxing moments
To rejuvenate itself
In the Setting Sun’s
Evening Glory…
On the Scarborough Sea
Before they again endure
Another ordeal of
Another Day’s
Hard Work.
So my love, please accept my kisses…
For they are truly meant for you
More so, for those lovely eyes of yours
Hope these kisses of mine
Help to preserve your wonderful memories
Of the setting sun’s myriad hues
What a beautiful way to bid adieus…
As it goes deep down
Far beyond the horizon
Into the lows and highs
Of the waves and tides
On the Scarborough Sea.
And here across the miles
I wait for that auspicious moment, my love
When you and me together
Will sit and talk and share…
Of how you felt at Scarborough
And how I felt being there with you
In my thoughts, dreams
And fantasies…
And as you’ll unravel
Those preserved memories
Of the Setting Sun’s
Myriad Glories…
I’ll listen and ponder
Like a child in wonder!
Wondering at the Sun’s
Colourful Hues
Those Brilliant Views
OR
Wondering at the Splendour
Of you being there before me
With your beautiful eyes
For me to see…
You - the Radiant Sun for me
And I - the deep, deep sea
Waiting for you to set on me…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Wounded, Old And Treacherous
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven express on my credit card.
Now let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
Won't make trouble, i don't need no fuss.
But i'm wounded, old and i'm treacherous.
Allow me to draw the jungle line --
You cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss
But they're wounded, old and they're treacherous.
In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground --
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head --
They left for china; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
Won't make trouble, i don't need no fuss.
But i'm wounded, old and i'm treacherous.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven express on my credit card.
Living mountains going to shake that town --
Big mother calling you from underground.
She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss.
But she's wounded, old and treacherous.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Trying
Treading in the stalkers domain
She lives
She feeds
And keeps on trying
With every step a scar to gain
She falls
She bleeds
And keeps on trying
The purchase of pride at the cost of pain
She cries
She pleads
And keeps on trying
Follwing a path of treacherous terrains
She struggles
She leads
And keeps in trying
poem by Humna Hamid
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Run! Chase! Do
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
Run! Chase! Do...
On borders of disorder,
Run.
With time wasted making life shorter.
Run! Chase! do...
Find that perfect place,
Where all headaches are erased.
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
And...
With a doing of it,
As if something real is there to accomplish.
And this will come to satisfy,
A driven need to succeed!
But at what?
Addressing impressions pretentions make?
And if not approved...
Will a disappointment allow a follow-up,
More accepted in its place?
Run!
To get the doing of it done.
Chase!
To keep up with the pace,
Of a treacherous rat race.
Do...
To get done.
To hate it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The River Of Ruin
ALONG by the river of ruin
They dally — the thoughtless ones,
They dance and they dream
By the side of the stream,
As long as the river runs.
It seems all so pleasant and cheery —
No thought of the morrow is theirs,
And their faces are bright
With the sun of delight,
And they dream of no night-brooding cares.
The women wear garlanded tresses,
The men have rings on their hands,
And they sing in their glee,
For they think they are free —
They that know not the treacherous sands.
Ah, but this be a venturesome journey,
Forever those sands are ashrift,
And a step to one side
Means a grasp of the tide,
And the current is fearful and swift.
For once in the river of ruin,
What boots it, to do or to dare,
For down we must go
In the turbulent flow,
To the desolate sea of Despair.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger, the thought of you
Comes to destroy me; once more I renew
Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found
Long since to be but just one other mound
Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew.
And once again, and wiser in no wise,
I chase your colored phantom on the air,
And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise
And stumble pitifully on to where,
Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes,
Once more I clasp,—and there is nothing there.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Landslide
(john farrar)
Cold winds rarely blow
Here at the end of the rainbow
Guess its hard to believe
Id be willing to leave
Someone walked up behind me
Seemed to find me
I felt him standing there, I turned around and
Saw the face of an angel, I fell
It wasnt fair, it just wasnt fair
He took my heart, it was a landslide
You know it was a landslide
My head was saying this is the man
My heart agreed
My minor desires turned to major needs
My needs wont be denied
It was a landslide
Somehow Im thrilled by all he says
High on his campaign promises
I dont wanna come down
I dont wanna come down
But no promises he made me could persuade me
Like the loneliness that comes on when i
Try to go on without him
Try to doubt him
I confess, I have to confess
He took my heart, it was a landslide
You know it was a landslide
My head was saying this is the man
My heart agreed
My minor desires turned to major needs
My needs wont be denied
It was a landslide
Im in heaven when hes around
In heaven when hes around
And Im hoping that he might be
Feeling the same as me
Im in heaven, heaven
It isnt hard to see
He took my heart, it was a landslide
You know it was a landslide
My head was saying this is the man
My heart agreed
My minor desires turned to major needs
My needs wont be denied
It was a landslide
Im gonna tell everybody I see
Hes the only party for me
It really was a, it really was a
You know it was a landslide
It really was a landslide
My head was saying this is the man
My heart agreed
My minor desires turned to major needs
My needs wont be denied
It was a landslide
Ooh it was a landslide
He took my heart, it was a landslide
Oh it was a landslide
He took my heart, it was a landslide
Oh it was a landslide
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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White Pearls........The Creation Of An Iceburg
Frozen land dissipates with the first titanium crack
Which slowly spreads and widens through Greenland's fair back
Teasing onwards further rips glorious sapphire streams
Mine mind could not create this beauty even in my dreams
Blue streams do spread and widen as the opening of her veins
The royal blood of crystal dust whilst the land beneath remains
A skeletal reminder of what lays beneath the skin
And what is left if plucked away, what lays as deep within
So whilst the streams do gather force out bound towards the shore
Fall within the waterfall of one deep mile or more
Cascading to a violent burst which crashes twists and gnarls
Separating ice from land, giant glistening
White pearls
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Poor Twisted Me
Oh poor twisted me
Oh poor twisted me
I feast on sympathy
I chew on suffer
I chew on agony
And swallow whole the pain
Oh it's too good to be
All this misery
Is just for oh poor twisted me
Poor twisted me
Poor mistreated me
Poor mistreated me
I drown without a sea
I'm filled with sorrow
Once filled with misery
And hated the deep dark blue
Such a burden to bear
Poor mistreated me
Finally reached the shore
Survival's gone
Now your feeling cold ever since he was born
Your pain is so over you
Finally reached the shore
Survival's gone
Now your feeling cold ever since he was born
Your pain is so over you
Could ya be my friend
Oh woe is me
Such a burden to be
Oh poor twisted me
song performed by by Metallica from Load
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Financial Counseling
Don't you find it remarkable,
That those you labelled undesirable...
With a moving away from them decades ago,
Are now the ones most qualified...
To purchase your foreclosed home?
And you and the others,
Were booted out of most of them.
While from other homes,
They seem to be taking their time moving in.
'I thought you were here to provide me with,
Financial counseling.
Not teach me history.
I wish not to hear none of this.
With a lesson you believe I need to get.'
You are right.
Forgive me for that 'over zealous' insight.
I just thought in providing you financial counseling...
Being aware of 'your' history,
Might avoid you making similar judgement calls...
In your future.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poor Dining Habits
When people have shown themselves,
To have a history of treacherous behavior...
Why do many express shock,
That these same people have poor dining habits.
And cuss with a mouth full of food?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pain
I know you can't see
the pain you've caused
because all along
you never really noticed me
I've always been there
and always will
but only because
of the love you share
I needed you then
but where were you
no where to be found
way back when
I thought you were there
but as we now see
the dreams I had
were too much to bare
oh how I wish you
would just turn to see
that I'll always support you
in whatever you do
I want you to dream far
and never look back
just leave me now
with a tiny scar
please just try
and follow you're heart
even if we end up
saying good bye.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Landslide
I want you to hear me a little
This is for all you bad boys
This is a story of the satanic rock n roll
I want you to put your hands in your pocket
Take ten dollars out and send it to me, ha ha
? ? ? ? (a main man? )
Listen to me baby, aint gonna say it again
When momma done school her son
? ? ? ?
Daddy dont take a no, no, no
Sends him to a (bullet affair? )
This boy is lost
Its a living nightmare
It aint fair
Chorus:
That boy he dont know how to lose
Hes out to win
He got the lot to call the last shot
Shaker, hes a breaker, hes a maker
Hes a landslide, landslide
Walking, talking, rocking landslide
Now momma he aint no toy
And never ever gets his share
(daddy expecting to ? ? ? ? his son? )
? ? ? ? room for air
This boy is lost
Its a rocking double dare
Hes out to stare
Chorus
(preacher) done say his prayer
Take him to the promised land
Momma ? ? ? ?
Never gonna ? ? ? ?
This boy is lost
? ? ? ? far off course
But hes the boss
Chorus
That mans a one man landslide
That boys a walk talk rocking landslide
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Land of Dreams
Awake awake my little Boy
Thou wast thy Mothers only joy
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake thy Father does thee keep
O what Land is the Land of Dreams
What are its Mountains and what are its Streams
O Father I saw my Mother there
Among the Lillies by waters fair
Among the Lambs clothed in white
She walkd with her Thomas in sweet delight
I wept for joy like a dove I mourn
O when shall I again return
Dear Child I also by pleasant Streams
Have wanderd all Night in the Land of Dreams
But tho calm and warm the Waters wide
I could not get to the other side
Father O Father what do we here
In this Land of unbelief and fear
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Big Brother He Is Listening
His ears are ever vigilant be careful of what you do say
Big Brother he is listening from you he's never far away
Your words he may put a slant on and one word in the wrong place
Could see you in deep trouble the court you might have to face.
The Government allows free speech free to a point maybe
But when mere words can land you in trouble that does not seem free to me
And big brother is listening and he hears what he wants to hear
The best way of freedom curtailment is the weapon known as fear
And big brother he takes note every time you speak your mind
And if he sees something he does not like in trouble yourself you will find
He is the Government watchdog your words can see you in jail
Big brother is always watching you he even checks your mail.
Big brother he is listening even when your friends you phone
And even those who live on their own in truth are not alone
For big brother is with them though him they cannot see
He remains as invisible and few as treacherous as he.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Old scar, new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
Old scar on the hand
New scar on the head
Same pain, different trouble
First came shock
Then hurt became blue
Blue’s gone leaving scar
Old scar, white scar
New scar, hidden well
When morning’s gone, nights always come
Craving old scar, leaving new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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