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These Aren't A Few Of My Favourite Things

Read to the tune of.......these are a few of my favourite things

Fat blokes with Volvos and beer bottle glasses,
people with promises spoke from their asses,
wild beasts that wander my garden in spring,
these aren’t a few of my favourite things.

Drivers with white sticks that won’t let your car in,
buggers with purses that don’t get a jar in,
baby on board signs and big heads that sing,
these aren’t a few of my favourite things.

Jobsworths with badges and slow council zombies,
bouncers with golf clubs hid under their Crombies.
Switchboards that juggle you round hyperspace,
press number four now or you’ll loose your place.

Bridge
When the sods write,
in that news thing,
making people sad,
I simply remember they’re
morons on drugs
and then I don’t feel ….so bad

Nice little government couldn’t be finer
selling our recycled rubbish to China
Then up in arms at the petrol they burn,
tax on a litre would make Adair turn.

Sweet traffic wardens with metal disorders,
free phones to Asia (unless it’s for orders)
False advertising of fake broadband speeds,
promising pie in the sky for your needs.

Enough lol

poem by Jerry Pike
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My Favourite Christmas Things

[With apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein for fouling up a perfectly good song. Feel free to sing along, if you've a mind to.]

Robins and reindeer and tinsel and holly
Christmas trees, mistletoe, Santa so jolly
Listening to carollers sing 'We Three Kings'
These are a few of my favourite things.

Films like 'White Christmas' and 'Jack Frost' are charming.
Scrooge and his spirits are somewhat alarming.
And Julie Andrews. I love when she sings
'These are a few of my favourite things'.

Turkey and Brussels and mince pies and jelly,
Eating till I've got no room in my belly
Then scoffing more till my waist button pings
These are a few of my favourite things.

When it's cold out,
And the night's long.
When I'm feeling blue,
I simply shout out 'Merry Christmas, my Friends,
And Happy New Year.....to You! '

poem by Dawn Ferrett
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In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

song performed by by Zeraphine
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Well it kind of is project to project because as a writer I think you always write to some degree about things that you know or things that happened - but my favourite filmmakers, my favourite movies of theirs tend to be the personal movies.

quote by Cameron Crowe
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Turn It Loose

Tom johnston
People all around me
Everywhere I go
I thought I had a grip on things
Now I just dont know
People turn their backs on me
My feet are movin slow
I done time, I been shined
Aint gonna fight no more
Im gonna make it
Im gonna try
Aint no use to sit and cry
Turn it loose; dont hold back
Got to set your spirit free
Turn it loose; listen to me, children
Its the best kind of remedy
Turn it loose; you got the power
Thats the way its got to be
Turn it loose; get on board
Its just for people like you and me
Some friends, they hide it
Keep it deep inside
For the boy its a struggle
Dont you know its a lie
You got to be the real thing
It flows with the tide
You are the person
With the answer inside
Im gonna make it
Im gonna try
Aint no use to hang your head and cry
Turn it loose; dont hold back
Got to set your spirit free
Turn it loose; listen to me, children
Its the best kind of remedy
Turn it loose; you got the power
Thats the way its got to be
Turn it loose; get on board
Its just for people like you and me

song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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My Favorite Things

Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy 'bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
What i need is a gentleman
Who does the best he can
There to hold my hand
I want you to understand
Of course i want diamonds and expensive things
Cause a girl's gotta have her favourite things
Oh, that's what you like nice type of life
Platinum at night flat diamond light
Well that's so bright
You looking right ass kinda tight
Don't spend the night
Roll with the g, oh we could be right you and me
Like fantasy i'll make you real
So what de deal
Girl tell Randy just how u feel
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
I would like a man who would
Take care of business
And still have the time to
Take me on a shopping spree
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.
With what we have lets put it together and we can shine
I know what you want
And i got what you need
I believe you should be rolling with me
I take you around, out on the town
And show you the way that a boy liquors down
Whenever you're ready girl we can go now
And we can do things you don't even know how
I know that you know that i'm feeling your style
So tell me what you do just to make you go wow uh
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Let me tell you what di's is all about
Simplicity easy to please but i like expensive things
For me you can buy diamonds and pearls
Just some of the little things i like in my world
So you like wining and dining and shining
Gliding the riding pushing them hot wicks
Wanna come get with a real pimp
There lots of flaws stuck on it
I'll make you a shopohollic
Buying you stuff untill you vommit
Blowin credit copper on ya
Even if ya didnt want it
Buy me diamonds and rubies
I'm crazy bout bentleys (crazy bout bentlys)
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
Buy me diamonds and rubies (buy me, buy me)
I'm crazy bout bentleys
Gucci dresses and drop top compresses (i like gucci)
Wine me and dine me
Bring those platinum rings
Those are a few of our favourite things
What dya want
Outro
(This song does not belong to OutKast it actually belongs to Big Brovaz)

song performed by by Outkast
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Travellers Tune

Where do you go buttoned in your favourite coat
Stepping out to a different world
And you might be home late
And where are you now
Staring at your favourite box
The one with the traveller's cross
On the road past the gate

But if you find yourself standing on the corner
While you're thinking of a different world
Then you might see me waiting on the corner
Staring through you in your different world

And if I could swim
Then I'd get out and find my boat
Sail away to my favourite coast
And let you all in
And if I could do all the things you're asking for
Then maybe I'd find your door
And bring it home to you

(Repeat Chorus)

So where do we go
Like two Christophers in the snow
Yeah we're blind but we want to know
Just to say I love you
And all of our lives
We'll sail through the suns and moons
To sing our Travellers Tune
Just to say I love you

(Repeat Chorus)

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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A Musical Send Off

As the funeral came to a close
his favourite record was played out loud
All Right Now by Free was his song
I'm sure his feet were tapping under his shroud.
Which made me think about my ending
and what tune would I like to pick?
it would have to be something lively
one with a nice beat and a kick.
Highway to Hell by ACDC would be bad
as that could be really tempting fate
Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum
now that would sound awesome and great.
Classical music would be too sombre
and have me turning in my grave
Stairway to Heaven by Zeppelin is better
but please no Rap, Disco, or Rave.
Something by the Beatles would be nice
or Yesterday or maybe even Hey Jude,
but definetly not the track called Help!
and a sexy song would just sound rude,
In the end I'd probably stick with a hymn
and select my favourite Amazing Grace
because I'm sure it's the Lords favourite
as after all he wrote it for all the human race.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Fake People

All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people

(1998)

poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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From Your Favorite Sky

Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born
Forth from joy
You're every girl and boy
You know you are, you know you are
And you dress
Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess
S'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, you know you do
Do you dare
Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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From Your Favourite Sky

Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born, Far from joy
You're every girl and boy
you know you are, you know you are
And you dress, Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess, s'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, You know you do
Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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A Melody In Eternity 4.29.2009

Without a new book to hold my mind and
focus my thoughts, I’m at a loose end to-
night; started singing my favourite songs
in intervals of thirds or sixes; delighted by
the vibration felt right through my being

I sometimes cry over the loss of song in
my life; I never dissolve into a song any-
more; still cherishing the melodies that
used to drive me to tears when I was
small – I SHALL become a song

A melody playing in eternity, my song shall
include all the notes from high soprano to
low bass, I shall feel the joy reverberate
through all of me until the only thing left
is the song - nothing else

Holds the same enchantment; to become
my favourite song, crying with the notes
of the sweetest melody, is my
favourite fantasy....

poem by Margaret Alice
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I'm So Into You

[Chorus]

I'm so into you
I'm so into you
I'm so into you
I'm so into you

[Verse 1]

Baby can't you see I got a thing for you
I really like the way you do the things you do
Take control of me fullfill my fantasies
Here's my page and number won't you get with me

[Bridge]
It's just the little things you do that turns me on
You really turn me on
And you got it goin' on I'm into you

[chorus]

[verse 2]

My dear I feel so weak you knock me off my feet
And it's good to know you love me just for me
I'll be here all the time I'll never let you go
There is something that I have to let you know

[bridge]

[chorus]

[rap]
Well can't you see Aaliyah's got a thing for you
And the second chapter like the things you do
So pull up to my bumper and I'll ride wit' you
And let's go rollin' down a block or two
Now add a little bass to the E Q but
Now all of a sudden I gotta whisper sweet little nothing
Aaliyah told me to tell you to call her
(I'm so into you)

[chorus till fade...]

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na!!!

song performed by by Aaliyah from Age Ain't Nothing But A Number
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The Sound of Music

Everyone likes music
and has a favourite song
a tune to brighten the mood
when the day has been long.
Some people like Classical
Beethoven chills them out
whilst others like their Rock
so they can shake their heads about.
A record may bring back memories
it can bring a smile to the face
the music can return you to the past
for a while your back in that place.
Words of a song can mean something
as if they were written just for you
but while they can make you feel happy
others can turn your mood sad and blue.
There's music to lift the spirits
and sounds to bring you down
some folk get turned on by Heavy Metal
but some love to listen to Tamla Motown.
But everyone likes some kind of music
no matter what type that may be
myself I love the mighty Led Zeppelin,
The Beatles, The Stones, and The Free!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Envy

People envy many
things
houses, lots
diamond rings.

Fancy clothes
takes their eye.
They sit, let
time go by.

Possession position,
earthly fame
Just to have a
well-known name.

These are nice I
agree
important things
aren't bought,
they're given free.

like people laughing,
people walking
sometimes holding
hands and talking.

poem by Heather Burns
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If You Want To Say Goodbye

Don’t stand on the bridge
For – you know-
It would ruin the whole thing
About crossing to whatever side

Take me to the Zoo
And show me all the encaged animals
With sad eyes and neatly combed fur
And I will understand

Take me to a dim lit café
Where we can cry together
And we’ll get a free drink from the owner
For goodbyes are always on the house

Take me to your place
Where I can touch the chairs and tables
Look at your cd-s once again
Remember your favourite songs to sing

If you want to say goodbye
You don’t even have to take me anywhere
You can just leave without a word

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Hustler

Time to get up
Make a move
Put the brain in gear
Cut the groove
Moving slow
With a smiling face
Never look like you want it
'Til it's right in your face
I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name
Well I can get all around you
While I think you stand still
The way you tell me you won't
Let's me know that you will
Last thing you tell them
Is what you came here for
The're never going to find out
'Til you way out the door
'Cos I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name
You got to love the work you do
How long it takes
Ain't important to you
Don't care whats in it
Loving every minute
Every minute, every hour
Every second of the day
Little by little
I see it coming my way
I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name

song performed by by Chris Rea
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From A to Z.

I do everything with you from A to Z.
From the moment you wake up
Till I pat you on your head,
And tuck you up into bed.
I do everything with you
For you, because the day
Starts and finishes with you
Because I love you!

I need your laughter
Because I need your fun, my son
This wintery cold dreary Easter
What I don't need, is your strops.
When you get out of bed
And I don't have your Coco Pops
Let's just have Cornflakes, instead.
And be done my son.

When you couldn't get your way
Alas; once again, the other day.
When your daddy was away, working.
I told you; what daddy, regularly, says..?
Remember I spoke to you.
You were again; averting, your gaze...
"O, déjà vu" I said to you.
If your eyes aren't looking!
Then: Your ears aren't—listening.
And mummy's heart shall be unjustly hurting.

And our eyes will be crying
Into this deep-blue sea—my son
So do... What daddy says?
For me—son, oh, why do sons
Break their mummy's heart.
You always listen to daddy,
Why not listen to me.
From the start!

I do everything with you from A to Z.
My son, it's me who brings
Your favourite teddy too bed.
My son, I need, I need you, too...
Your mischievousness, your fun
Your big-eyed sky-wide hugs.
Gathered-up on, the school-run.

You're like a pirate sailing an ocean cloud
We are each, each, other's treasure.
So keep me as close to your heart
As that "X" that marks the whole of my heart.
Because son, my third born, son
In my heart "I" was finished, with love and stuff.
But then there—came your dad.
And then there—came you.
That's why we all do the things we do
From A to Z for you: Because we all love you.

poem by Mark Heathcote
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We Love To Moan!

As a nation, us British really do love to have a good old moan.
We complain about anything and everything in a really grumpy tone.

We hate it when shop assistants couldn’t care less and are really rude,
Or when, in a restaurant, we have to wait far too long for our food.
Many people complain about their neighbours making too much noise.
They also hate their own homes are constantly littered with the kids toys.

It’s so frustrating when your internet connection is way too slow,
And when automated phone systems, almost make your temper blow.
People really hate to be caught up in lengthy, slow moving traffic queues
And when they have an almighty hangover, as a result of too much booze.

We hate it when our bus, to get to work, is, yet again, running late,
And, when charity workers in the High Street, for money, lie in wait.
It’s annoying when we have to work when the weather is fair,
And when it rains all day, when we’re on holiday and not there.

One of our favourite things to moan about is the state of our health,
And, since we’re in the middle of a recession, the state of our wealth.
We complain when we are feeling bogged down by a heavy workload,
And, when, at the end of the day, our body goes into tiredness mode.

We moan that there’s never anything decent on TV at night,
And when our headache reaches its very highest height.
It’s annoying if you hear a knock at the door and you run downstairs,
In your dressing gown, only to find a uninvited cold caller stood there.

We really hate it when another driver parks in our space,
And, when we’re going on a date and we get spots on our face.
We moan when someone leaves the loo seat up,
And when someone else uses our favourite cup.

We moan when prices in the shops seem way too high,
And we have to cut down on the treats we usually buy.
It’s annoying when someone leaves the towel hanging askew,
And when someone keeps leaving the top off the toothpaste too.

It’s annoying when you’ve just washed muddy footprints off the floor,
And when some walks across it in their boots, leaving you loads more.
It’s horrible when your computer crashes and you lose three hours work,
And when people cough and don’t cover their mouths, so in the air germs lurk.

It’s frustrating when you’re trying to find the end of the Sellotape,
And when people eat their food noisily, and with their mouth agape.
We get tons of pointless junk mail dropping through our doors,
And endless spam email on computers is also a really big bore.

We get angry when, at the airport, there are delays to our flights,
And when on the roads, we encounter ‘road rage’ and people fight.
When walking along, having someone stopping dead in front of you.
Is almost as annoying as getting chewing gum stuck to your new shoes.

It’s annoying when able bodied people park in marked disabled bays,
Leaving the genuinely disabled people having to struggle quite a way.
We are outraged when pet owners don’t clear up after their pooches,
Or when we witness public displays of affection, with teenagers smooching.

We roll our eyes when people talk too loudly on their mobile phones,
And spotting that you have a flat tyre, will always make you groan.
We hate it when we approach traffic lights, which always turn to red,
And people who sniff a lot, when they should be using a tissue instead.

It’s really annoying when people read over your shoulder,
And we also complain when the weather begins to get colder.
Another bug bear is when people jump the queue at the bar,
And when the driver behind you drives too close to your car.

It’s frustrating when someone has turned off their mobile phone,
And all you keep getting is a constantly engaged ringing tone.
It’s so annoying when people drive really slowly in the fast lane,
And when rail companies keep increasing the prices on the trains.

There’s an endless list of things about which we often complain;
Things which often drive us round the bend and almost insane!

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Books I Read

I was once asked
what sort of books I read.
To be honest
I never gave it much thought.
I read all sorts of books
from crime fiction to poetry,
by many assorted authors.
I read literary classics
and some not so classic at all.
If they asked me
who my favourite author is,
again I’d be in confusion there too.
However a few of the names
that spring to mind are,
F Scott Fitzgerald, John Steinbeck,
Ernest Hemmingway, James Herriot,
Agatha Christie, Edgar Wallace
and surprisingly enough Mickey Spillane.
I have no favourite author
of any particular genre
as I only read
how I feel at the time.

27 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Gone Shootin

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car]
[to | yeah | that] I dont know
Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin band]
And never said bye bye
Somethings missing in the neighbourhood
All the cryin eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon]
Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Wrap yourself around
Like a second skin
Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag]
But she could never win
I took [your | a | her] number in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin in overdrive
Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill]
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for? [why Id thought shed even pour]
Gone shootin
Shes gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Lil child
Gone shootin
I thought that she wouldnt even know
Gone shootin
Hey look out, look out, look out, look out!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin heroin!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin loaded
Shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone
Gone shootin
Im gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She could have anyone
She sure is loaded
I used to love her so [like a rubber soul]

song performed by by AC-DC
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