The Old Army Blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
The soldier did not seem to care
Let the enemy try to take if he dare;
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
Driving rain or snow wearing his blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
Being a soldier he could expect no better fare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
His fight done, read over with a prayer
Wrapped in the old grey Army blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
He did his duty few could compare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
poem by Derrick Fernie
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Look Who's Dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Well, first the dance floor
was like a forbidden land
where people would never dare to go
but now everyone's doing it
I said it's a dance galore
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
And some are dancing on their feet
some are jumping off the floor
and look at old Granny "B"
she got the, she caught the, she knows the groove for sure
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now, right around
Look who's dancing
who is dancing
Look who's dancing now, get on the floor
(groove section)
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now, around the world
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
And some are dancing on their feet
some are jumping off the floor
and look at old Tauter him
he got the, he got the, he got the, he got the beat for sure
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
check the dancing
Look who's dancing now, get on the floor
(groove section)
Do the ska, the rock steady, the ridim and blues
and if you catch them, then you do the della move
it nuh mek nuh sense to sit down, when you know you can goove
any type of danve you do, you neither win or lose
And if your choice is reggae, you don't need nuh dancing shoes
suh listen to the message, and you know you won't lose
look who come, come dancing pow we dancing floor again
some a dem a enemy, some a dem a friend
Some a dem a mother and father, some a dem a children
some a dem a loafer who a follow the trend
and some a dem a just dey ya as we good brethen
That's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
That's why we ra ra ragga
that's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
so we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
that's why we flash certain dancing style, it sound well wicked
if a guy woulda really try, so you know him stupid
exorcism, devilism we nuh deal wid
our faith in jah jah man, it well, well, well solid
so pray every day and ask for strenght and knowledge
that's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
that's why we ra ra ra ragga muffin
That's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Ruff Stuff
I like em big and I like em small
And if I had to take the oath I would take them all
Give me that ruff stuff
(its what I want)
Shes a saint, shes a sinner
Shes a rave, rave, rave
Shes a woman, shes a winner
In every way, way, way
She dont want love
Nor cabaret thats out
She like to play around
That suits me fine
I like it better when she read my mind
You know, dont want a woman with a ball and chain
Dont want to play that game
Chorus:
Just give me that ruff stuff
I want ruff stuff
Baby give me ruff stuff
You dont want ruff stuff?
Dont want your face around here
Make you shake, make you shiver
Make you pray, pray, pray
Gonna make you quake, make you quiver
And turn you grey, grey, grey
I dont need brakes
They slow me down too much
They keep me out of touch
They lock me in
I like it better when I pull the pin
You know, dont want a woman with a ball and chain
Dont want to play that game
Chorus
I like them big and I like them small
And if they asked me to take the oath, I would have to take them all
Give me that ruff stuff
Dont want your face round here
I dont want your face round my backyard any more
song performed by by AC-DC
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Im A Ruff Ryder
Ryde or die vol. 1
Intro:
Baby, Im a ruff ryder
Heeeeeyy, yeah yeah
Im a ruff ryder....
Verse 1
Woke up one sunday mornin
At the crack of dawn and, oh no
My baby left a letter
Tellin me dont forget her (oh no)
She said I wasnt able
To keep our love stable
She knew that I was fooling around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with a girl downtown, downtown...
Chorus:
So your sayin that you love me baby
But your gone forever and more, and more, and more
(Im a ruff ryder)
And your gonna be sorry baby
Cause I want you more than before, and more, and more, and more
(Im a ruff ryder)
Verse 2
Now as the letter goes on
Im reminded of the times when she all alone
All the days that shes cried
But not once did I ever see the pain in her eyes(oh no)
She said that I was wrong
That a man that doesnt care
Is up all alone (silly ass nigga)
If I could do it all again
Girl I know one thing
Is I would not let you go
Chorus
You walked away, with nothin to say
Said your tired of the games I played
There aint nothin that I wouldnt do
To find a way to get back to you
Now your gone and Im all alone
Wish that you, would come back home
You know I need you here in my life
All I wanna do is try to make it right
Chorus to fade
song performed by by DMX
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A thread-bare coat is armour proof against highwaymen.
September, the cruellest of months
The dragon flies stage
An apology of a dance
To the reverberating coarseness
The parched leaves throw
Into the vacuous space
The frail fatigued feathers
Droop under a blazing sun
They keep flying
A bare sky and an equally
Bare earth as the backdrop
Their arid throats go coarse
One half of the earth flooded
While other half wags its parched tongue
A distant thunder teases
Filling hope into a bone-dry heart
22sep2010
14.30hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Sleep with the lights on..............
Her first room had bare walls,
pale blue, and a built in wardrobe.
The single bed was
pushed against a wall,
and the blankets were coarse.
Her first room was cold and sterile,
offering no charm, no comfort.
It was but a box, austere,
yet practical, it offered
nothing.
Thinking back,
maybe it was that room,
the starkness,
its high, plain windows,
its bare, tiled floor.
These days it's locked,
except for her night chills,
the way her stomach fell
in the mornings
as the cock crowed.
Her first room lies
belly up on the page….
Here, take it,
make of it what you will,
sleep with the lights on...if you have to.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Broken Thread
Broken Thread
Waking early I hear myself breathing
Covered up in my hand me down hand me down
Hiding under my patchwork freezing
With my wedding dress calling me, calling me
I dress myself in dis-function
Do I drown you in sympathy, sympathy
You could be my winter messiah
Scarred around and around me....around me
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
I choose to set you on fire
No-more wearing and tearing me, tearing me
Your still my only desire
And now it seems like your leaving me, freeing me, healing me.
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Ruff In The Jungle Bizness
Ruff in the jungle, in the jungle, in the jungle, in the-in the jungle
In the jungle, in the jungle, in the in the jungle
Ruff in the jungle, in the jungle, in the jungle, in the-in the jungle
In the jungle, in the jungle, in the in the jungle
Now hear this all, bad boy
Ruff
Feel the jungle vibe, baby
Feel the jungle vibe, baby
Ruff in the jungle, in the in the jungle
Feel the jungle vibe, baby
Feel the jungle vibe, baby
Ruff in the jungle, in the in the jungle
Now hear this all, bad boy
Ruff, ruff, ruff
song performed by by Prodigy
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Lost
Lost
Alone
Scared
Pushed over the edge
Haging by a thread
Waiting for the right one to come
so empty and bare
poem by Marissa Ford
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Can You Do The Work
Intro:
Sean Paul: Bwoy Ce'cile, I see it clear yuh know, mi need ya yuh know
Ce'cile: Pleeeaaaaseeee!!! I got a man ok
Sean Paul: Yeah but mi neva hear yuh seh nuttin bout him, mi talk bout mi and you now
Ce'cile: Well he's there so I gotta let ya know yuh know
Sean Paul: Well let's go kick it then we can chill
Ce'cile: Anyway yuh caan do nuttin
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 1:
Ce'cile:
Yuh a talk bout dutty yeah
when yuh come inna mi house yuh betta don't play
Just land di big jet pon di runway
Can yuh give it to mi all night all day
Sean Paul:
Fi real now Ce'cile yuh a talk bout see what I've been goin thru
List one bag a man like yuh deh pon mi few
But wait till di Dutty get a hold of yuh (Ce'cile: Whateva)
Inna di bedroom yuh start call mi Shaka Zulu
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Ce'cile now a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 2:
Ce'cile:
Well Sean Paul get wid it badgal nuh waan nuh one minute
Or when tire punch out we rim it
Bruk every state limit, don't waan nuh joke or nuh gimmick
Got fi know how fi shock and fi sting it
Sean Paul:
Girl, well I'm most talented, betta than wah di doctor recommended
So when di time mi touch yuh it is time well spended
So when did, yuh ever see a yute so demented?
A yuh start it off now a my time fi end it
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Yuh know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Verse 3:
Ce'cile:
Well if yuh waan di nanny nanny yo gotta mek mi holla gotta mek mi go
(Oh...yeah) Baby gimme some mo', ride it like a rodeo
Sean Paul:
Well well well thru di lightning thundastorm Sean Paul nuh stall
Mek yuh leff di wall pon a di wall yuh a crawl
Nah go ease up off di saddle none at all
Start wuk yuh inna di winter when mi dun a next fall
Chorus:
Ce'cile:
Mi know yuh kinda cute bwoy can yuh do di wuk
I'm lookin for a rudebwoy betta arms up
And a if yuh rubber suitbwoy I will play ruff
Cau we play ruff, cau we play ruff
Sean Paul:
Well woman it's a long time mi see yuh and a lust
Mi well waan fi show yuh how mi wicked and tuff
Hand behind your back mi lock it to mi hand cuff
Wuk yuh ago get a strictly A one plus
Repeat Verse 1 & chorus
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Ruff Stuff
Bust up
No trust
Getting along
Best get clean, get on
She's gone
I'm gone
Ruff stuff
Something's wrong
Best get clean, get on
I'm spending all her money
On the best that I can buy
So I'm locked up
Trussed up
Shackles on
Best get clean for her
Jittery soup
Stuffed turkey
Cold cop
Best get clean for her
I'm hot and feeling funny
I'm sweating to get dry
Darling (come back!)
I've given up fags and drugs now baby
Darling (come back!)
I've had enough of the ruff stuff, baby
Darling (come back!)
Been hangin' round in smack bogs, baby
Darling (come back!)
I've given up fags and drugs now baby
Leave your fever, breather
Get off
Get off
Get on
Feeling weak
Downbeat two weeks of two
Need help for her
I'm sick with paranoia
It's the most that I can do
Hot meal
Warm bath
On my feet
Got it beat for you
Take a look
Early nights
Good books
Cook and clean for you
So go and call your mother
'Cause she's been using too
Darling (come back!)
I've given up fags and drugs now baby
Darling (come back!)
I've had enough of the ruff stuff, baby
Darling (come back!)
Been hangin' round in smack bogs, baby
Darling (come back!)
I've given up fags and drugs now baby
song performed by by Gomez
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Single Thread
Life is but a single thread
that stretches into infinity.
If the thread is ever broken
life then drifts away,
lost to the eons of eternal night.
There is no mending the thread
that is once severed,
no going back to recover.
Gone forever the control
it drifts endlessly away
into a greater light
than the one we know.
26 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Respect My Integrity
Bare me out
Why all these dought
I dare you to
Respect my integrity
For they say i am mad
Because of poverty
But whither rich or poor
All is vanity
I will shew my self wise
Or else fools be my adversary
I will seek eternity
I will always fight
For my dignity
Why all these dought
Bare me out
Humans bare me out
poem by Matt Ancient
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Jump Jump
Wearing stripes, arms up high, as tall as can be,
Nothing more than a frozen smile to see.
In the cage hell defy all thats logical.
Under lights, stay up all night with his formula.
In the grip in the step of potential rage.
Oh its hip, formulated to fascinate.
If you do it like this: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
She moves faster than any eye can see,
Moving parts that arent moved normally.
In the haze what it isnt is what you see.
On and off, up and down, like a yo yo string.
Try to do it like this: jump! jump!
No, no, like this: jump! jump!
Do it for a kiss: jump! jump!
Do it like this: jump! jump!
They shine, we shield our eyes to see what is the dazzling and the enchanted.
They whine come closer to me.
That is the dizzying, the dancing sorcery.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump jump.
Whoa whoa, my little doggie, he does a trick.
Ruff ruff!
He went to school to learn how to sit.
We were excited, delighted having fun.
As we decended the exit, got off the bus,
We got friends, we got fans now, and this is proof.
Can you tell me why that guy is on the roof?
Oh ho, do it like this: jump! jump!
Try it like this: jump! jump!
Do it more like this: jump! jump!
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
Jump little doggie. do what she say. jump jump.
song performed by by Blondie
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The Bear and the Hare
The bear is always bare. I have never seen a bear who was not bare. Or does he or she wear a coat of hair? Where does he or she go to buy a coat of hair so that he or she won't be a bare bear? Coats cost money. Bare bears have no money.
But bears eat honey. Even bare bears eat honey. And this bear had a honey who wanted a coat of hair. So when she said to her honey, 'Honey, I want a coat of hair, but I have no money.', her honey replied, 'Honey, I have no money to buy a coat of hair. But I do have honey. Maybe I can sell my honey for money.' So he sold his honey for money so that his honey could have some money to buy a coat of hair and not be a bare bear.
This bear had a friend who was a hare. This hare has hair. Is he bare? He is not a bare bear but a hare and hares have hair. But he is a funny bunny and likes a sunny spot even when it is hot because he like to have fun in the sun. But this funny bunny could not find a sunny spot to go to have fun in the sun until one day a fair came to town.
The bear and hare of course went to the fair. What a pair! The fair was quite far so the bare bear and the hare with the hair decided to ride the street car. To ride the street car, they had to pay a fare. I say that was quite an affair - to see the bare bear and the hair paying for their fare. The bare bear had no pockets in which to carry any fare. The funny bunny had no honey to sell to get some money to pay the fare so that he could go to the fair. The fare cost ten cents. But that makes no sense. It isn't fair to make a bear who is bare and has no pockets to hold a fare or a funny bunny who has no honey to get money to pay a fare to go to the fair.
Subsequently, the bare bear barely got on the street car after the funny bunny hopped on, the bare bear and the hair were there sitting in chairs riding in the street car to the fair without paying any fare. Along the way they saw a mare. They did not care about the mare. They wanted to get to the fair. Have you every seen a bare bear sitting in a chair? I once saw a bare bear sitting in a chair at a fair but he wasn't bare.
To get into the fair the bare bear and the hair had to pay another fare. And still the bare bear had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. And the funny bunny had no money to pay any fare to get into the fair. So what did they do? How did they get into the fair? As I said, I saw the bare bear sitting in a chair at the fair but he wasn't bare.
Tell me if this is a poem. Thanks.
poem by Ben Gieske
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Spring Will Come
Under a grey winter sky
I pause while passing by
Dryness bares its fangs
On a bare thread hangs
Leaves desperate to hang on
Down below the grounds beckon.
For a moment a little doubt
Would new leaves sprout?
From surround serene and calm
I hear the winds hum
No doubt the spring will come.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread.
quote by Paul Auster
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A Woman Awaiting Child - Birth
Wonder of creation
Gift-wrapped
A pink ribbon
Around the thread-bare belly…
The little girl stood
In wonder and awe
Of the conical home
Of ethereal grandeur
Of divine architecture
Inimitable
Secure
Warm
S ustenance
Found nowhere else
On earth or in heaven
I once lived there
I once housed you there,
My little one, she whispered
Let’s wait for Him to unwrap…
Two pair of eyes reflected
Their glint in each other’s…
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Epilogue (Part Three)
shivering nails,
black and white coffins whisper.
bodies without heads,
strewn in the sand.
the taste of gunpowder
on my lips.
i bow, but cannot pray!
the sound of the oil rigs,
the coarse rhythm of greed.
take and destroy, take and fulfill!
the cry of sea life,
the gurgling choke,
soon to be the children
of flaccid men.
buildings like bodies,
stripped empty and bare.
the memories smell
of life that once was.
empty, and pulsing,
with the want of need,
no one hears the ghosts within.
hunger and homelessness,
heroin and Jesus.
the shelves are bare,
the mother's eyes are bleeding.
the nameless and unwanted,
cast aside in the storm,
while ghouls walk amid
the rubble of the lie.
sing for me, pray for me,
take my hand, take my hand...
even when i close my eyes,
i still hear, still feel,
the faces of the wind!
and god, if there be,
in each and every tear!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Do not leave me
Do not leave me in this world without you.
You are woven through the fabric of my life.
If you abandon me I will unravel
slowly,
thread
by thread,
until I am nothing but holes.
How then will I continue when so much of me is missing?
poem by Diana Rosser
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