What You Are Making Them
Swamp of metropolis and limos:
I am just trying to meet my quota as some Cinderella’s
Coach turns back into a pumpkin,
And the mice eat the cheese:
And I sit and watch with my dirty baseball cap well
Pulled down,
So that I’ll continue fitting in, and won’t be exposed:
It’s always good to wear a baseball cap when you are out,
And male,
And don’t want to be found out- That one of your ears
Should be missing for the busy waitress who just
Doesn’t give a d$mned:
And I am in the Montemarte district of West Palm Beach-
And I have something like three thousand pumpkins,
And I haven’t yet given one away to a pretty girl
With piss brown eyes-
You know, but if that mother comes back, I really want to
Buy her a bicycle:
And when I’m finished, I want to masturbate alone
And then die into a truck or somewhere,
And the nights are well shut off and balmy and the crickets
Are always complaining-
And I can’t stop thinking about womb deep wildflowers-
Girls who live so far away,
Even slightly above the earth in observatories of mountain
Napes:
They sell wine and when you run your finger around their
Glass, they sing without even having to acknowledge
What you are making them.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Cinderella
Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
song performed by by America
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My Sport-in Life
Golf, baseball and girls, scantily clad
Obsessions of mine when just a young lad
Not listed here in order of rank
Baseball came first, to be perfectly frank
Sports took a back seat as time flew on by
To girls, clad or not, to this more mature guy
Baseball and golf, great in their place
They can’t be compared to a females embrace
Now that I’m aged and much more mature
Girls, clad or not, are somewhat obscure
Golf, baseball and girls, scantily clad
Obsessions of mine, I’m glad to have had
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Pretty Girls Don't Take Hallucinogenic Substances, They Are
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos,
Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high,
Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
Or they can give you a bummer a trip and send you into the slums of
Chicago and New York City without your American Express or Visa,
Being approached by an unfriendly slum dweller,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Wearing skin-tight pants and heavy makeup,
Never mentioning their children or social disease,
Always saying nice things at the right time,
Pretty girls never need protection, they are always protected by
Pretty boys, walking with hands in their pockets and talking
About boy's things, like sex and politics, or football and
Baseball, and never about love,
Pretty girls always teach boys about love,
The pleasures and the fulfillments of love as they open up
Their blouses and their legs,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
They are like short-action barbiturates or a good puff of a potent
Hashish mixed with opium,
They are like the lysergic acid diethylamide, though shorter lasting,
Making you see rainbow colors and cosmic visions of the other world,
The world of pure sensory awareness that pretty boys don't have time for
Because they have to stay pretty,
Pretty girls are like goddesses and muses awakening the boys' minds
To art, poetry and music for a short duration of a sexual intercourse,
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
They are the centerfolds, the playmates, the actresses, the girl-next-door
Types, knocking on your window in a sexy negligee,
Pretty girls are mannequins and marionettes posing in pretty clothes,
Pretty girls are everything you want, except real,
And when their time is over, they are put back into their little doll boxes,
Making pretty boys look for other pretty girls,
But their time too will come, like a bottle of whiskey running empty
Pretty girls are exhaustible and played out,
And in the end, they are never enough...
But there is nothing like a beautiful woman.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Rachel and You and The Day Trip
It was a day trip out
to some seaside place
arranged by the Gospel church
for kids whose parents
were poor
and having got on the coach
you sat in a seat
by the window
and waved at your mother
standing on the pavement
along Rockingham Street
and she waved back
then this girl sat beside you
who you didn't know
and she smiled and said
all right if I sit here?
sure
you said
and looked back out
at your mother
and waved again
and she waved back
and you thought
who is this girl?
and why is she
sitting next to me?
and she looked at out
the window
and waved to her mother
who started talking
to your mother
and they both waved back
to you and the girl
and you said
do you want to sit
by the window?
and she said
ok yes that'd be nice
and so she got out
and you got out
then she got in
and sat
by the window
and you sat
down beside her
and then the coach
started up
and drove off
and you both waved
at your mothers
until they were out of sight
and the girl turned
and said
I'm Rachel
this is my first time
to the seaside
and you said
you can walk around
with me if you want to
and she said
that'd be good
I don't know
anyone else here
and so she did
all day
walked around with you
along the beach
and on the sands
making sandcastles
and in the cafe
where they took you all
for a meal
of fish and chips
and she talked
and talked
and smiled
and laughed
and once she took
hold of your hand
and it seemed
for a while
that she was happy
at least it seemed so
by the width of her smile.
poem by Terry Collett
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If my uniform doesn't get dirty, I haven't done anything in the baseball game.
quote by Rickey Henderson
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When Does A Cat Sing?
Catty, is a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say that!
She is really, smart and nice,
And when you say , ' PISS PISS ', twice,
She opens her eyes,
Widely with a colorful bright,
To see if somewhere, is a mice,
In black or in white!
Believe me, that she is,
Really smart!
She feels when, your 'PISS, PISS ',
Is from your heart,
And not just a game,
Of your Ego-Fame!
Yes, she is,
Very smart, indeed!
When she sits, quite comfortable,
She can see what is on the table.
And then with a long sound,
Begins to sing and applaud!
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau,
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau, !
And then, in a jump,
Your food, can't be found!
Catty, is really a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say THAT!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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California Girls
Well east coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when Im down there
The mid-west farmers daughters really make you feel alright
And the northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls
The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldnt wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california
I wish they all could be california girls
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be california
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Tom-Boy Cinderella
Fancy clothes, tiara like a queen
Why can't I come in my jeans?
Manicured nails, skin like a dove
Why can't I wear my baseball glove?
Jewellery from head to toe
Even though I don't wanna go
Don't need my hair curled or any more make-up
So much 'girlishness' I think I might just throw up
Do I really have to go to the ball
And no lets NOT head to the mall
'Cause all this princess stuff is making me wince
And I certainly not marrying any prince
'Cause all I wanna do is watch wrestling on TV
So stop trying to make a Cinderella out of me! ! !
poem by Silly Artist
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Question
You got some question about your life
You don't know how you'll ever make it through
It hurts so bad but it's all you got
You're asking me for help
but all I got to say now is that
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
so just stop your whining
you don't know what pain is
Stop complaining point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
So pack your bags
we're going out
I want to show you
just what's in this world
Cause in the end its all you got
memories to tell about your life
and how you lived it
So live it good
I know it's all that you've given
You don't know what pain is
You haven't suffered one iota
so just stop your whining
You don't know what pain is
stop complaining
point your finger
I'll tell you who to blame
song performed by by Goldfinger
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Goin' Back To Cali
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. hmm, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
Going back to Cali, stylin, profilin
Growlin, and smilin, while in the sun
The top is down, on the black Corvette
And it's fly, cause it's sittin on Dayton's
Laurents steering wheel, plushed out, gold-leaf phantom top
and three girls waiting
VRRRROOM engine's blowin, the chrome, is shining
Passing all the cars on the way
Movement of the wind, back wheels spin
Pop in a cassette and push play
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - yea y'all, I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..
I'm going back to Cali, shakin 'em, bakin 'em
Takin 'em to spots they never before hung
?? the place, on Sunset it's a trip
Where the A.C.'s cold, and the girls still strip
The record skip, but this girl kept dancin
Prancin, grindin, grinnin, romancin
I asked her to the barn, so we could hit the hay
I wanna do this, Brutus, but I don't wanna pay
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali - no man I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali..
..
I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
Her bikini - small; heels - tall
She said, she liked, the ocean
She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
and pulled out the suntan lotion
Now I thought that was fast, but this girl was faster
She's lookin for a real good time
I said, "Close your eyes, I got a surprise,"
and I ran away with the bottle of wine
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
I'm going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
I'm going back to Cali.. I don't think so
{*saxophone solo*}
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Back In The Ussr
Flew in from miami beach b.o.a.c., didnt get to bed last night
On the way the paper bag was on my knee, man I had a dreadful flight
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in the ussr
Been away so long I hardly new the place, gee its good to be back home
Leave it til tomorrow to unpack my case, honey disconnect the phone
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in us, back in the us, back in the ussr
Well, the ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind
And moscow girls make me sing and shout
That georgias always on my mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
(solo)
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in us, back in the us, back in the ussr
Well, the ukraine girls really knock me out, they leave the west behind
And moscow girls make me sing and shout
That georgias always on my mi-mi-mi-mi-mind
Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddys car
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out, come and keep your comrade warm
Im back in the ussr, you dont know how lucky you are boy
Back in the ussr
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Little brother dont never wear my hats.....
Little brother don't put on my blue cap that I wear when I stand on the corner
Little brother don't put on my kangol hat the
one I be having on when I be riding in my homeboy
callica
Little brother didn't I tell you don't put
on my feather top hats
As Iwalk in the back door, my little brother was
walking out the front door wearing my red baseball
cap and got shot gap
I told my little brother don't never wear
my red baseball cap
poem by Valentine White
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Maria's Lullaby
An extract from a poem written for my grandchildren to Brahms Lullaby
Sleep; little mice sleep
Mother will watch over you
Shut your eyes and don't peek
Tomorrow the skies will be blue
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
No harm will come whilst I am here
The sun has gone down by the peak
When the day dawns it will appear
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Your father is watching the house
That no owl or cat dares to seek
Harm to creatures or mouse
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Tomorrow you run and play
Now is not time to speak
When you awake a new day
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
Rest now for your own sake
Shut your eyes now be asleep
I will be here when you awake
Sleep; little mice sleep.
poem by Thomas Golding
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Dark And Metric
No taxi could take you,
No trains rolling by,
No bicycle shop,
No planes in the sky.
Planes in the sky.
Not a night spent in jail,
Parrot on my arm,
Not a man of the world,
No patch on my eye.
Patch on my eye.
Dark and metric is my town,
Every day and night.
Just because you're floating
Doesn't mean you haven't drowned...
No spoiler, no windscoop,
No mag wheels in back,
No hydraulic shocks,
No privacy glass.
Privacy glass.
Dark and metric is my town,
North, east, west, and south.
Just because you're smiling
Doesn't mean you haven't drowned.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Childish Bouquet
All that we had to give her
Was wildflowers…
My four little girls and I
They worked like lil' honeybees
With intense frowns on their faces
And determined look in their eyes
Violets and black-eyed Susans
Gathered in lil' grubby hands
‘neath bright summer sky
I had the girls present them
I thought it should be them…not me
I really don't know why
I'll not forget ever
The look of pure pleasure
That misted their mother's brown eyes
Nor the look of pure pleasure
That e'er I'll treasure
And That made me suppress a cry
I had never seen so delighted, my wife
Perhaps ne'er more so in my life
As by wildflowers picked…
By my four lil' girls and I
poem by David Whalen
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Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget
Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we wrote a lot of songs about women
Then we tried to sing 'em pretty for the girls
Pushin' everythin' we did to the limit
Livin' right out on the edge of the world.
I recall on summer night at a party
We were sophomores hangin' out by the lake
I got off on some wine with a waitress
Sonny had a girlfriend that just couldn't wait
JB hooked up around midnight
With an ugly girl from up in the city
He downed every can of beer in the cooler
Just tryin' to drink that poor thing pretty.
Hey me and the boys we made a lot of noise
And we, sang all our songs for free
We partied through college, acquired some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget.
I grew up and got married, took a job with the FPL
Sonny's got a good life, a baby and a good wife
And everyday he carries the mail
JB is a cross-country trucker
And he called last night from South Carolina
He said I fallen in love with a waitress
That I met at a Waffle House diner.
He said the years seem to roll on faster
Than they did back when we were kids
Then we need us a break from the grindstone
That's exactly what we did.
We put in a phone call to Sonny
Then we stayed out all night long
We drank a few cold ones, then told a few old ones
And sang another verse to the song.
Yeah we were boys who made a lot of noise
And we, sang all our songs for free
We partied through college, acquired some knowledge
Never did get a degree
We did it our way lookin' back on the good days
There's still not a lot I regret
There's some Nights I Can't Remember, with Friends I'll Never Forget.
All those Nights I Can't Remember, Friends I'll Never Forget.
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Mood Rings
We all know the girls that I am talking about
Well they are time bombs and they are ticking
And the only questions when theyll blow up
And theyll blow up; we know that without a doubt
Cause theyre those girls, yeah you know those girls that let their emotions get the best of them
And Ive contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Lets get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So well be tipped off to when theyre ticked off
Cause well know just what theyre thinking
Cause what theyre thinking...
Shes so pretty but she but doesnt always act that way
Her moods out swinging on the swing set almost every day
She said to me that shes so happy its depressing
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring
If its drama you want then look no further
Theyre like the real world meets boy meets world meets days of our lives
And it just kills me how they get away with murder
Theyll anger you then bat their eyes; those pretty eyes that watch you sympathize
And Ive contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Lets get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So well be tipped off to when theyre ticked off
Cause well know just what theyre thinking
Cause what theyre thinking...
Shes so pretty but she but doesnt always act that way
Her moods out swinging on the swing set almost every day
She said to me that shes so stressed out that its soothing
And all I said was someone get that girl a mood ring
Cause when its black (it) means watch your back because youre probably
The last person in the world right now she wants to see
And when its blue it means that you should call her up immediately
And ask her out because shell most likely agree
And when its green it simply means that she is really stressed
And when its clear it means shes completely emotionless (and thats all right I must confess)
We all know the girls that I am talking about
She liked you wednesday but now its friday and she has to wash her hair
And it just figures that well never figure them out
First shes jekyll and then shes hyde....at least she makes a lovely pair
Mood ring oh mood ring
Oh tell me will you bring
The key to unlock this mystery
Of girls and their emotions
Play it back in slow motion
So I may understand the complex infrastructure known as the female mind
[speaking:]
Heh...thats terrible
song performed by by Relient K
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32 - Cinderella
Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
The fairytale turns to dust
As the witching hour begins
Down in the forgotten cellar
Her sorrow and pain she sings
So not to loose her memories of this night’s enchantment
She tearfully produces ink of thoughts onto peasant parchment
Recumbent but weary on her bed of mice invested hay
Crying her self to sleep still and alone Cinderella lay
The next morning prince charming comes round
With the clear glass slipper he had found
A gentleman he lowers down on one knee, while Cinderella sits
Drawing eloquent smiles as the slipper perfectly fits
poem by Nicola Burkett
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Looking
I'm standing here..
On the threshold of change.
Standing on a precipice
High as the sky
Thin as a hair
Sharp as a razor.
And, I'm looking below
One wrong move, and, I'll be cut to pieces..
I don't know
Where to look anymore..
I've looked high and low
In the eyes of strangers
I never found me, and I haven't found you.
I'm worried and scared
If I make one wrong move
Walk into the desert
Where instead of sand,
Shards of glass wait to cut me.
Here's the problem though
I'm already cut in two.
What good would it do
To make me bleed more?
I've forgotten why
I began this journey
Was I searching for you
Or looking for a better me?
I've forgotten that
I wasn't afraid of heights
I was never afraid of looking down or around.
But, then, I had wings
Which
Since then,
Have been clipped away.
I've forgotten to
Enjoy myself
I'm not blaming you though
It's not your fault.
You were something
I never anticipated.
I wish you would go
Let me look around.
Stop blocking my view.
I need to see the truth.
Let me find myself again
Continue my journey.
I need to retrace my steps
To where I took a wrong turn.
Feel for my old footing
See familiar ground.
I refused to believe that it was a race
Now everyone is finished
And I still haven't finished the crossing line...
I don't feel like a looser
Just a reluctant participant.
I don't like being dragged
Pulled in a direction foreign to me
The taste of this is
Unpalatable to me.
Find me.
When you do,
Remember this..
I carry my own wounds
Of battles I've lost and won
Don't judge me for a life you didn't live
And,
I promise..
I haven't been perched on a higher plane
From which..
I'd be looking down
And
Judging you.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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