This War’s for you..
Microwave with packaging too
This War’s for you
No Secondhand – everything new
This War’s for you
A 4 by 4 won’t smaller do?
This War’s for you
Living in your plastic zoo
This War’s for you
The rubbish that just grew and grew
This War’s for you
The things you brought and threw
This War’s for you
Heating up to 32
This War’s for you
A Revolution perhaps a coup
This War’s for you
Children maimed by bombs that flew
This War’s for you
TV propaganda for you to View
This War’s for you
poem by Ray Harrington
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The Little Peach
A little peach in the orchard grew,--
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
It grew.
One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue--
Them two.
Up at that peach a club they threw--
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
Mon Dieu!
John took a bite and Sue a chew,
And then the trouble began to brew,--
Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.
Too true!
Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,--
Boo hoo!
What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.
Adieu!
1880.
poem by Eugene Field
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Grew Up Fast
We grew up fast
And no one seemed to notice
We grew up fast
And we grew up alone
Mom and dad
Were never what we wanted
We grew up fast
And we grew up alone
We grew up along
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
Well you know what I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
You never act like that with no one else
We grew up fast
When lies were just a fact of life
We grew up mad
Cause we never had a home
We faced the past
And forgave the revolution
We grew up smashed
And we grew up alone
We grew up alone
Hey my brother
I got no fight with you
I just cant lie down
Hey my brother
I got no fight with you
I just cant lie down
No, I just cant ride down
I just cant ride down
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
Well you know what I am
So dont act like Im something else
Well you know who I am
So dont treat me like Im someone else
You know where I am
So dont act like Im somwhere else
You never talk like that to no one else
You never scream like that for no one else
You never suck like that for no one else
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Where I grew up in Dallas, things might be a little more traditional. People have the same things in mind. They're supposed to grow up, go to college, get a job, get married, and have children, grandchildren. That's the world I grew up in.
When we grew apart
You say we grew apart
but I can't not say...
'babe, you threw ya heart'
where did it go?
I know,
it was when you told your white lies
it was when you stood in the white snow.
It was when you grew into a woman.
It was when I saw you smile
babe we grew apart
but for me it was only for a while.
poem by Daniel McCann
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While Living For Poetry
While living for poetry
the gullible grief grew wise
and the lonely sun of words
found a plea to sing and rise.
While living for poetry
all trivial differences died down
and rainbows in inner skies adored
paths of dreams with kind crown.
While living for poetry
rocky truth came in bloom
rays of contentment burned
completely obstinate gloom.
While living for poetry
the view of vision grew vast
there remained no discrimination
between who is first & who is last.
poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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Welcome To Paradise
I kissed my mother
Shook the hand of my brother
And I said goodbye to the woman I loved
It may seem like a madness
To be leaving the love nest
But Im taking a chance on a place far away
Welcome to paradise
Who said you cant live twice
You will find heaven is here on earth
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Bad vibrations (theres a coup coming on)
Feeling the tension (theres a coup coming on)
No smoke without fire (theres a coup coming on)
I could smell the danger
Never dance with a stranger
But the music took me and soon I was lost
So I questioned a lady
But her answers were crazy
And before I knew I was counting the cost
Welcome to paradise
Love it but dont look twice
Youll soon be living in make believe
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Somebody help me (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
So much I dont follow (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Im not looking for trouble (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
I shouldnt have come
No I shouldnt have come
Why did I come, hey!
The clouds were gathering
And the temperature rising
Be no turning back all my bridges were burned
Then it hit me, jumped up and bit me
Now Im under your spell I can never return
This is your paradise
Now you must pay the price
You should have flown
When the coup was blown
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
A band on the run
Annie get your gun
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Blissful Life
Over Parshington, a white stroke flew
Carrying a baby to where Africa grew
He was taken to a vast family of six
A family of black and white all a mix
He grew up in dearth, beginning by birth
But nothing stopped him ever, being a blissful mirth
He tilled the soil and asked for toil
And lived in grains forgetting his pains
He prized his time and saved his dime
And lived a life worth greater than words
Over Parshington, a white stroke flew
Carrying a baby where Africa grew
In looks he was poor, but inside he was pure
He was worthy of every touch
And worthy of the lot much
He lives a life of pleasure
Having love as his biggest treasure
Over Parshington, a white stroke flew
Carrying a baby where Africa grew
OCTOBER 10,2008
poem by Sania Harris
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The Dawn Of Freedom
The wind blew
And the birds flew
Our lake matching with sky blue
Crops we grew
Our mouth stuck together like glue
Under the British rule
We had no clue
On what to do
Any of us was like a fool
Since we had an improved tool
But to use it nobody knew
Chilembwe fought for me and you
And for our offspring too
He has brought something new
Unfortunately he can't view
But his presence shall continue
And our history will always remain true.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Mama's Girl
A child I got my mother said
A blue eyed girl with just one curl
Upon that tiny head but still I bet
Someday braids will crown that face so red
The years flew by the body grew
And Mama said it still is you
Hard times have formed the mind
Important is be always kind
And so I grew to womanhood
A happy gal she knew I would
With children to the count of five
It made my life a busy beehive
I always remember my dear Mama
And teach my children her dogma
Hard time may not have formed their mind
But still I say, please always be kind.
poem by Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
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Masons Children
Mason died on monday, we bricked him in the wall
All his children grew and grew, they aint never grown so tall before
They may never grow so tall again
We dug him up on tuesday, he hardly aged a day
Taught us all we ever knew, we aint never known so much before
We may never know so much again
The wall collapsed on wednesday, we chalked it up to fate
Masons children ran and flew, they aint never run so fast before
Swore theyd never show their face again
Mason was a mighty man, a mighty man was he
Always said when Im dead Im gone, dont you weep for me
Thursday came then friday, with buyers tall and bright
Masons children cooked the stew and cleaned up when the feast was through
Take me to the repo-man to pay back what is owed
If hes in some other land write it off as stole
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Thinking of you
I thought I could endure being without you,
However the longing your absence brought grew,
I see you where there is nothing to be seen,
But it's a haunting that I dearly value,
Contentment is that which in life I pursue,
What completes me there is nothing equal to,
Of all the pains to be endured our parting,
Is the worst that I could ever go through,
The first day parted I wished it was not true,
And on the second day the desire grew,
I long for the night to draw in in earnest,
As I find comfort in the dreams that ensue,
Have you ever felt entrapped by a virtue?
Have you ever wished for your fear to subdue?
Know that you could never be truly alone,
Know that I will always be thinking of you,
Everyday our uniting was overdue,
My fondness for your bewitching smile grew,
While on distant soils I am reminded,
Of your countenance by every serene view,
Have you ever wanted warmth when on your own?
Have you ever wanted love honest and true?
Know that you could never be truly alone,
Know that I will always be thinking of you.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Are They Right?
Their newspaper articles sometimes fill at least a page or two,
It’s like something that started very small and grew and grew,
Their agenda to help drug addicts with illegal drugs is strange,
They want to expand out of Vancouver, at present their home range.
From the number of positive studies they quote, we should be involved,
Because the number of drug-addicts is increasing and could be solved,
Their free injection sites are supervised by their medical friends,
And if we don’t get involved, we could miss out on the social trends.
Their newspaper articles fill pages with their propaganda,
Many strange left-wing activists are locked to their agenda,
Am I missing something here as they say that other studies are wrong?
Should I just shut up and believe the propaganda of this throng?
poem by James Bredin
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The misfortune of the old
Who else will protect me as I’m too old?
I begot a son, who grew strong and bold.
Fully secure in his hand, I grew bald.
Alas! I couldn’t die before he grew old.
22.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without Regret
Saddened memories,
I once held as property.
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
I now reflect,
Without regret.
I know now
Defeats I've met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
Those times
Stayed on my mind
For days at a time.
I used that to feed,
My own desperate needing.
I lived with anger and deceit!
I felt those feelings deep,
Within me!
Defeats I have met!
But who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
But...
Who knew,
They would go...
When they grew,
Inside of me!
Who knew,
Like I do now...
When they grew,
Somehow
They would go...
From inside of me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dads Cherry Tree
There was a large cherry tree in my yard
This tree t’was my dad ‘s favorite
And as the cherry tree grew up to thy sky
He did have a decision
whether or not to chop the tree down
Or risk it falling and killing him
For you see this old cherry tree did
Stand right over his bed
So if the wind kick up or lightning did strike
Would be his end for
The tree would fall and he would go
So unfortunately with the tree
So he would make great decision
And hopefully make it right
It took him many years and many a time
He thought’s the did spite
Him for the year’s went by and the cherry tree
Got more demised, nearer to the bed
As he would lay and begin to wonder
Will this take off my head
So as the year the did expire
Then He finally said
I will take the old tree down
Above my own bed
And the so alas the cherry fell
The tree would breathe its last
And be cut down to stump and be
Safe for dad once again
The tree was made low and the branches did go
Right into the meat smoker
But out of the ash cloud grew another
through the thorns and choker
the tree did live on in another a tree that grew
and so the tree was reborn
from a cherry, the trees great fruit
and so this little sapling grew and it grew
and it grew 1,2,3 foot by the crowing of the year
and so it grew and it got taller
as a little sapling then might or would do
and the tree got no smaller
as it grew to be as tall as dad and it was
staring him in the eye
he said we got to dig this up
look at the size
for you see the little sapling was right in my garden
and blocking the sunshine
so we dug and dug and dug
it took a lot of time
but finally we got up pulled it out of the ground
and moved to better spot
were it would live in peace and harmony
the place we set was not to hot
But it was not to cold either, it was
It was a nice spot with all
of the tree for the young cherry’s company
the tree grew very tall
And with it happy position that there was
it was a great sight
To see this cherry tree again live
And never have to fight
Now when my dad he did see this
he was so overjoyed
He had his cherry tree’s son and offspring
And never again did he toy
With planting or cutting down old cherry trees
He loved his tree so dear
That he would be indeed collecting all the cherries
And never wrong was he steered
poem by Timothy Young
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Bipolar Barbie.
There was this
Barbie-doll girl I knew
who grew
into a Barbie-doll woman.
She battled some
bipolar disorders
and cocks dressed
in suits, until
one day
it got too much.
She tried gassing
herself in her
car – hose-pipe in
the window affair –
but realized her
car was made
from plastic. Not
to mention that
plastic lungs
can’t do
much in the first place.
I guess plastic
brains don’t
think up
great
ideas.
Mary X.
Children Of The Revolution
You can bump and grind.
Have a good time.
You can twist and shout.
Let it all hang out,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can tell a plane, in the falling rain.
I gotta rolls royce,
Cause its good for my voice,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can bump and grind.
Feeling fine.
You can twist and shout.
Knock yourself out, but you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can bump and grind, have a good time.
You can bump and grind, have a good time.
Bump and grind, have a good time.
Written by marc bolan
wizard (bahamas) ltd. ascap
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Children Of The Revolution
You can bump and grind.
Have a good time.
You can twist and shout.
Let it all hang out,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can tell a plane, in the falling rain.
I gotta rolls royce,
Cause its good for my voice,
But you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can bump and grind.
Feeling fine.
You can twist and shout.
Knock yourself out, but you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
No you cant fool the children of the revolution.
No you wont fool the children of the revolution.
You can bump and grind, have a good time.
You can bump and grind, have a good time.
Bump and grind, have a good time.
Written by marc bolan
wizard (bahamas) ltd. ascap
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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The Awakening
I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.
Beneath the sunshine and the show'r
I grew and waited there apart,
Gathering perfume hour by hour,
And storing it within my heart,
Yet, never knew,
Just why I waited there and grew.
I dreamed that you were a bee
That one day gaily flew along,
You came across the hedge to me,
And sang a soft, love-burdened song.
You brushed my petals with a kiss,
I woke to gladness with a start,
And yielded up to you in bliss
The treasured fragrance of my heart;
And then I knew
That I had waited there for you.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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