Your Blues
Life, I love you
I'm in love with your blues
and the fear you exhibit on my face.
I've seen your children
They are kind
And speak highly of your plan.
But we are scared of the images
we see on a screen, in London.
Last week we met outside
in the windy garden scrub,
Palms blew, rain soaked,
and the earth collapsed again.
poem by Sam Watkinson
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London
New York winter
Traffic squeals
The city feels...so old
Late December
Taxi ride
Then run inside
It's cold
Got your letter Monday
I think
Or Tuesday
I lose track
Since then I've been thinking of you
And I've been
Looking back to
London
Can you believe it's
So many years since
London
Hitching a ride and
Carrying knapsacks
London
In the park
By the Thames
Drinking tea
London
Sitting in pubs and
Living in walk-ups
London
Learning the accent
Learnin' to love you
London
We were young
We we sure
We were...free
Was it really ages
Ago
The memories
Never fade
Can you hear Big Ben where
You are
And are you
Glad you stayed in
London
Dodging the rain with
Broken umbrellas
London
Reading the times
On Saturday picnics
London
Counting the stars,
'Till the stars
All were gone
London
So many plans and
Nothing but time in
London
Nothing to fear 'cause
Nothing could last in
London
We grew close
We grew scared
I moved on
Oh London
What were we scared of
Why did I run from
London
Part of me still has
Never come back from
London
Is it fair
That I miss
You so much
Take good care
All my love
Keep in touch
New York winter
Taxi ride
Then run inside
It's cold
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Fear
Fear
what is fear
is it when you get scared
is when you practically pee your pants
can you feel fear
breathing on you
when you are scared
fear is when
people get scared
but i dont get
the reason why people get scared
what make's them so scared
to not love life no more
they use to have
why has fear caused this
feeling
when did it start
some people
love fear
then they hate fear
but what has caused this
feeling in the first place
no think what has
caused this fear.! !
poem by Krista Something
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I Opened The Casements Of My House
I opened the casements of my house
Onto the wild, wild sea
The billows were on it austere and free
The sea-wind with every house-corner neighed
And with the bending palms in the garden played
At dice or in the games of life at will
And still the casements opened and opened
As if by magic trance or guided else
By a thousand small invisible goblin-hands
That from the sea-main seemed to fly and come
Over the billows austere and free
As the sea-wind with every house-corner neighed
And with the bending palms in the garden played
Beyond, beyond the vista low and large
A plain of beach sand lapped by the waves
And here and there an oasis of sweet palms
That bent their olive heads in the winds’ waffling
And coming and going over the sea.
Where the white billows raged saliva-like
Or like bent god-thrones cool and flexible
In that long windy plain, in that salt sea
Upon the which my magic casements opened
That day, that long and windy day of life
The sea-wind with every house-corner neighed
And with the bending palms in the garden played
And that was long ago, not days or months,
But years, whole years and now my hair
Is turning fast to white and my breath shorter goes
Than it was then that long and windy day
The sea-cliff raged all white like the salt sea
And hid unseen the waves in the inlet small
All hidden from the eyes of curious men
Waxed green and green – ah! it is so to-day
And still
Long windy days come oft and come as go:
And the sea-wind with every house-corners neighs
And with the bending palms in the garden plays.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Out Of The Blues
Words out of the blues,
Works out of the blues,
Minds out of the blues;
My dream girl came out of the blues and,
You could see me now like a new born baby.
The way you want me is what i am now,
For i have been too long in the rain.
Out of the blues came my lover,
Out of the blues came my girl;
You can now see me with her always.
Out of the blues with the kiss of love around us,
I have been too long in the rain;
My love is as white as snow.
Roses are red and violets are blue but,
Your greenlight is an eye catcher;
When the going gets tough,
The tough must get going.
Like the true love given to Einstein,
That the news flash to you about this love;
Like the true love given to Robert Redford,
Out of the blues came my lover;
Rome was really not built in a day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Don't Want To Die
What is God's plan for me?
Will I live?
Will I die?
I am not scared of dying.
I am scared of WHEN I will die
I am still a child
I have my whole life ahead of me
I don't want to go right now
I want to die old and gray
Not young
I still want to try new things
I want to find love
Get married
Have a couple of kids
How can I do that?
When I don't know God's plan?
Usually I am never scared.
But now I am terrified.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Honky Tonk Woman
I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder,
Cause I just cant seem to drink you off my mind.
Its the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
I laid a divorcee in new york city,
I had to put up some kind of a fight.
The lady, then she covered me in roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
Its the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
Its the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
Its the honky tonk women,
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
song performed by by Pogues
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Honky Tonk Women
I met a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind
It's the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, Gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
I laid a divorcee in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then she covered me in roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
It's the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, Gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
Alright!
It's the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, Gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Tonight
blew, blew away
but i don't wanna fade
blew, blew, oooh
and if you love her
you know it will come true
and if you need her
you know that she'll be there
stay awake, i lie here
with her and i fall
and when i wake inside you
i know you know i'm yours
blew, blew away
but I don't wanna fade
blew, blew, oooh
and if you're sad, too
until the angel sings and touches you
don't confuse my only life
i said blew, and please don't ever leave
And i will greive, and (re)member thee
Hope to meet you there
(solo)
i wanna let her know
And i wanna let her go
i wanna let her know
That i love her so
i'm blew, blew, blew away
but I don't wanna-
blew, I love you
blew
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Our Marriage Is Our Garden
Our marriage is our garden.
I want our garden to be beautiful.
With lush green grass,
With fragrant and colourful flowers.
A place of solace.
A place of peace.
A place of love.
Our garden must be watered.
Not watered too much.
As that would saturate the ground.
Not watered too little.
As that would leave the plants wilted.
And our grass barren.
But regularly.
So the flowers can stand tall
It must be weeded.
It must be maintained.
It must be loved.
We will plant seeds in our garden.
For new life makes any garden more beautiful and diverse.
We can harvest the fruit trees, but our harvest is limited
If we eat all the fruit too quick,
Then we must wait until the next harvest to eat again.
If we don't pick the fruit when it is right, it will spoil.
Our harvest is for our family.
If I eat all the fruit myself, then they will starve.
If we eat too much we will get sick.
If we eat what we are supposed to, then we will be healthy.
If we do not monitor the fruit,
Then someone might eat more than their share.
If we do not stand guard in our garden,
A thief might come into the garden to steal our fruit.
The fruit for our family.
For their garden must be barren and their crops have spoiled.
Our garden will stand the test of all seasons.
As all gardens do.
Another garden will also experience the same seasons.
Just at different times.
All gardens face rain.
All gardens get sun.
It is the rain that nourishes the garden and helps it's life to grow.
But our garden must be maintained regularly.
Only artificial things require no maintenance.
The artificial has no life.
It is fake, it is plastic.
Our garden needs to be real.
So life may grow and continue to grow.
So one day our children can enjoy a garden of their own.
For them and their children.
May their garden be overflowing with life and love.
And be the most beautiful garden in the world.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Mess Of Blues (#1)
I just got your letter baby
Too bad you can't come home
I swear Im goin' crazy
Sittin' here all alone
Since your gone
I got a mess of blues
I ain't slept a week since Sunday
I can't eat a thing all day
Every day is just blue Monday
Since you've been away
Since your gone
I got a mess of blues
Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace
Whoops there goes a teardrop
Rollin' down my face
If you cry when you're in love
It sure ain't no disgrace
I gotta get myself together
Before I lose my mind
I'm gonna catch the next train goin'
And leave my blues behind
Since your gone
I got a mess of blues
I got a mess of blues
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Your Face
Oh yeah
You face
I'm still not over
Your face
Headlights break through the rain
Over London's winter light
I came all the way here tonight
To look in your eyes
I came all the way here tonight
Just to see you
Your face
Holds me over
Your face
It wipes away the rain
Like a hundred summer skies
And everytime I talk to you
It's like I'm alright
And everytime I talk to you
I get a little closer to light
You are the face
That heaven shown me
When I needed someone
Someone to love
And stay
You showed me
The quiet kind of love
Behind your face
Oh yeah
song performed by by Mandy Moore from I Wanna Be With You
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The Patteran
From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand;
From back of the days of long ago, and the lonely sea and land—
To the end of the world and our Gipsy race, to the death of our dark-eyed line,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine,
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine—
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.
I have given them health and strength, pure blood, clear skins for a glorious youth;
I have set in their souls contempt for sham, and a deathless regard for truth;
I have bequeathed the spirit to fight, I have given the will to rise,
And the slumbering fires of Hate and Love in their dreaming, dreaming eyes.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.
I have given the love for their native land, wherever that land may be
(My children came from the East, my friends, and round by the Northern Sea),
And a son of a son of mine enemy, to the end of his treacherous line,
Shall be stricken to earth, if he dare but speak, by a son of a son of mine.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Love and understanding
Who today would praise
consciousness itself,
which brings new life and thought
every morning, opening
our minds a little more,
making the light seem brighter,
everything more vivid,
life itself more worth living?
This morning, I read the words
‘Love itself is understanding’…
and in the mind, doors blew open,
windows rattled, a wind
that smelled of spring and grass and rain
blew through the mind
and the word love
blew off the dusty shelf
along with the cobweb
but lay unbroken on the floor
waiting to be washed and put back
next to understanding
and the silliest, biggest gift of all
is to know for the first time
what you’ve always known
and which nearly two thousand years ago
Gregory the Great
also recognised for the first time,
maybe felt the same way, as if
he was entrusted with the key
to a large house on a windy day.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Word from The I Am
Children I beseech thee, come unto me
I have come to bring greater things upon you
My Son has come for you to follow through
The blood of My Son is among you
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
For this is the last of the last days
For I speak boldly in a strong way
Come children, and seek My face
Eternal life is what I have given you all
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
I have sent My Son Jesus to die for you
I ask you church to bring souls to Him
I am by faith, the blind cannot see
Tell the lost about Jesus and they'll be set free
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
For I speak unto you that I am your Father
For I love you children that I gave My only Begotten Son
Bring Me the unsaved, for you know who I am
For this is the last of the last days
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
This I give to you in peace
You shall not fear for I am near
For I am your divine vine and you are my branches
Pray, and blessings will pour out among you
Come children Come
For I Am the I Am
by Debra Stewart, August 2009
poem by Debra Stewart
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Love starvation
Drenched in hate, suffocated in lies
Listen to my thoughts, see the fear in my eyes
My lonely life so love deprived
Self destructing heart, suicide
Away with the fairies, flying up with the birds
A struggle to sleep, gotta scream to be heard
Visions of death leave me disturbed
Desperation for hope, emotions all stirred
Blood-soaked visions, love-starved heart
Yearnings of suicide tear my world apart
Scared of the future, never been smart
Life was stuffed from the very start
Keep to myself, don’t wanna offend
But when I’m alone I’m scared of the end
Slicing my arm with no chance to mend
As I cut up the love of my one real friend
poem by Tess Connor
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A Little Bit Of Abuse
One on the nose, one on the chin,
You bruise so easy, so why stay with him?
He uses you just like a human punching bag.
But you dont complain, youre too scared to speak.
Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh,
And when you eat.
But you cant break the pattern, week after week.
The bruises show,
But he must be special otherwise youd just get up and go.
Youll never let us know
Exactly how you feel.
Whats the use, the cynics say its no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say its okay,
But I say that its not right.
You wind him up, but youre living in fear,
You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh.
Thats quite a cut on the side of your head.
Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?
Oh, so uncouth,
Excuse me, is this your tooth?
Why do you stay, no one knows.
Do you really love him, or are you too scared to go?
Youre always nervous and on the edge of tears.
You cry alone,
But you never tell us what its like when you get back home.
No one will ever know
Because you never show.
Whats the use,
Everyone says youve got no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say its okay,
But I say that its not right.
Oh, its your secret, its your life, who am I to criticize?
It takes two sides to know its true,
And maybe, hell stay in love with you.
No one will ever know,
Because you never show.
song performed by by Kinks
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London Bye Ta-ta
London bye ta-ta
Strange young town
London bye ta-ta
Brought me down
Dont like your new face
Thats not nice
Got to go far, far
London bye ta-ta
Gigi, gigi, gigi, gigi
Take me away
Gigi, gigi, gigi, gigi
Take me today
The boys in the clothes shop
Sold me curry for a pound
His cardboard face is soggy,
And his sellings thorny crown
I loved her!
I loved her!
Ive got to get away,
But I loved her!
Oh-oh-oh
London bye ta-ta
Strange young town
London bye ta-ta
Brought me down
Dont like your new face
Thats not nice
Got to go far, far
London bye ta-ta
Red light, green light
Make up your mind
Red light, green light
Youre far too un-kind
She loves to love all beauty,
And she says the norm is funny
But she whimpers in the morning
When she finds she has no money
I loved her!
I loved her!
Ive got to get away now,
But I loved her!
Ahhh!
Oh-oh-oh
London bye ta-ta
Strange young town
London bye ta-ta
Brought me down
Dont like your new face
Thats not nice
Got to go far, far
London bye ta-ta
Ahh
Oh-oh-oh
London bye ta-ta
Strange young town
London bye ta-ta
Brought me down
Dont like your new face
Thats not nice
Got to go far, far
London bye ta-ta
Oh, london bye ta-ta
Oh, london bye ta-ta
Oh, eh
song performed by by David Bowie
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I've Seen A Love
Edwin McCain
I've Seen A Love
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
I see my ring as it spins on the table
A perfect circle on the dusty wood
Tells of a life, the love and the laughter
Cries my tears for the times that were good
Ive seen a love that rolls like thunder
Ive seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
One gets lost, one gets lonely
In another world love remains
That kind of love takes away all your empty
That kind of love takes away all your shame
I've seen a love that rolls like thunder
I've seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me so much pain
And our kind of love it burns like summer
Like I'm rolling down some old heartache road
And all my running and my demons
Can't seem to lift it
Can't seem to lift that love
I've seen a love that rolls like thunder
I've seen a love that falls like rain
That kind of love it makes me wonder
Why my love causes me pain
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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To remove the lingering cloud of doubt over our love
He who speaks the truth must
Be allowed to kiss the princess
You must not doubt my love for you
People must stop saying I
I am bad news for you and give you
The list of their preferred candidates
I love no one else but you
You want to know what's my life plan?
Let me tell you
Plan A is you
Plan B is you
Plan C is you
You say are we gonna keep
Making love like that under the trees
In shameful self restrictive hiding forever?
I say
My home was your home two weeks ago
My home was your home last week
My home is your home now
You belong there
And no one can take the place of you
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Fears of a teenage mafioso
Fear of love,
Fear of pain,
Fear of the unforgiving cane,
Fear of lies,
Fear of sighs,
Fear of those distraught eyes,
Fear for the unknown,
Fear for the known,
Fear of everything combined,
Fear is what makes me blind,
Fear is what makes me think,
and act in blind accordance,
Hindering the world around me,
Hence, My Fear of myself
Fear is when you run away,
Fear is when you’re scared to love someone,
Fear is when the sky turns grey,
Fear of confusion,
Fear is like a dark blue ocean,
Fear won’t let me escape
Fear mocks me, watching
Fear taunts me, waiting
Fear of losing,
Fear you cannot see,
Fear dealt upon thee.
Fear of darkness and death,
Fear of a dead comrade,
Fear of a gun being cocked,
Fear of being endlessly stalked,
Fear of time,
Fear of all the crime,
Fear of the undesirable truth,
Fear for the good.
Fear for the sake of life,
Fear of the neighbors next door,
Fear of the secretive man in the subway,
Fear of the revolutionary uproar,
Fear is to not rejoice your living,
Fear for the sake of your life,
But to fear is to forsake it.
Fear is to have no hope in life,
Fear of the fear of fear,
We need no reason to fear,
For fear has no reason for itself.
I guess life is just like that,
To fear for no reason,
For to fear is not to reason,
But to reason is to fear.
To fear for the sake of fear,
Is fear for fear,
So let me think,
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
What else do I fear?
poem by David daveres
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