The Habanero Reel
Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting
On the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting.
Orange order on a field of green.
Smothers me to smithereens.
Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing.
Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing.
Long hair swinging, tell me how dyou feel?
Well, hot and fancy, its the habanero reel.
Troubled skin? pour oil upon it.
Shes fit to burn in her new scotch bonnet.
Spice up anybodys stew.
Frogs and goats and chickens too.
Barefoot in the sunshine.
Kicking empty beer cans down on the high tide line.
Big wave nearly float your dress away.
And Im thinking that its just another day:
Just another day.
Feel that hot rush start its tickle.
Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle
With ears of bat and eye of eagle.
Its just as well its strictly legal.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Eagle When She Flies
Shes been there, God knows, shes been there
She has seen and done it all
Shes a woman, she know how to
Dish it out or take it all
Her hearts as soft as feathers
Still she weathers stormy skies
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
A kaleidoscope of colors
You can toss her around and round
You can keep her in you vision
But youll never keep her down
Shes a lover, shes a mother
Shes a friend and shes a wife
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Gentle as the sweet magnolia
Strong as steel, her faith and pride
Shes an everlasting shoulder
Shes the leaning post of life
She hurts deep and when she weeps
Shes just as fragile as a child
And shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Tag:
Shes a sparrow when shes broken
But shes an eagle when she flies
Oh, bless her, lord
Shes an eagle when she flies
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Jarred`s Daughter
Your wife wants:
this time it`s chickens.
So you winged a coop from wood and wire
for her birthday. You found a supplier
a farm near Ely, and the A10 fed you to The Fens.
Jarred`s Farm is a listing wreck
on a black claggy sea.
A faded wooden chicken leans,
propped and peeling by a front porch
that drips creeper in scarlet entrails.
The air is different here:
somehow sickly, like a mildewed echo
of marsh and stinging grey mist.
But it`s the sky`s bone-clinic whiteness
that quietly smothers you.
Jarred`s breathing is a dying accordion,
his lungs lined like a coop floor.
He guides you through a clamorous shanty
of cherished cocks and hens, their colours oozing into
the smote-filled air like a ruptured rainbow.
And then the girl appears, still wearing her summer skin,
stretching the sinews of your eyes,
eating the eyes from your head.
She curves her way through the melee
in a next to nothing floral dress,
golden-threads of straw in her midnight hair:
you reach for them.
‘Don`t touch', Jarred rasps,
his words burst you open:
you snatch your hand back
and her eyes are flecks of green ice.
You stride to the car, you flounder for the keys.
Thunderbugs float towards your sweat
in the early autumn haze,
maddening your scalp and eyebrows:
but the prickle at your neck
is Jarred`s daughter,
caressed in shadow
at an upstairs window;
her floral dress gone,
her father`s hand on her shoulder.
poem by Bob Dellar
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In A Can
sitting in my old chair
on the porch breaking
green beans... waiting
on the storm.
wind whips through the trees,
a streak of lightning, occasional
thunder... breaking beans.
thinking about my grandparents,
working down at the mill...
farming, grew four gardens...
cows, pigs, chickens, and
turkeys...
no one ever went hungry
there... no one around them
went hungry...
there was always food to eat,
and work to be done....
but that day has come and gone....
now we work on computers,
or dont work at all....
and most young people think
chickens come from the meat
section... and...
green beans come in a can....
no wonder we're hungry!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Brown Study
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!
Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.
From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!
Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Helium
Fuel emotions, killing me
Pure devotion, cut and bleed,
Your the crystal, the ecstasy,
The drug that keeps feeding me.
So come on.
Torn together we sow the seed,
Bring the pleasure back for free,
The world is frozen but
I can taste new life every time I breathe.
So come on, get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high kicking in.
Change the system, break the shape,
New connection hands to make,
Find the honey and learn to taste again,
Bring it back again,
So come on.
Burn forever, learn to feed,
Find the pleasure its yours to keep.
The world is frozen,
But I can taste new life every time I breathe.
So come on, get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high, kicking in...
Get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high kicking in...
Come together, feel the heat,
Suck the life left right out of me,
The world is frozen,
But I can taste new life every time I breathe.
Every step I take,
Every drop I bleed
So come on, get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high kicking in...
Get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high kicking in...
Get in,
Take a ride, till you sink,
Come on, get in,
Lets feel a new high kicking in...
song performed by by Feeder
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In An Empty Home
You do feel lonely in an empty home;
So, come outside and, let me touch your heart with my sincere love.
Toe, tow!
Lonely with the muse of your sweet love in an empty home.
Brown face with brown hair!
In the prison of ice.
You feel lonely in an empty home;
Even though, you are very lovely.
You are like the gold and silver!
But, you feel lonely in an empty home.
Action, attraction!
But, you feel lonely in am empty home.
Green eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes! !
But, you feel lonely in an empty home.
In, indicator!
So, come outside and, let me touch your hearts with my sincere love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In A Time Of Dearth
Before me,
On either side of me,
I see sand.
If I turn the corner of my house,
I see sand,
Long, brown
Lines and levels of flat
Sand.
If I could only see a caravan
Heave over the edge of it:
The camels wobbling and swaying,
Stepping like ostriches,
With rocking palanquins
Whose curtains conceal
Languors and faintnesses,
Muslins tossed aside,
And a disorder of cushions.
The swinging curtains would pique and solace me.
But I only see sand,
Long, brown sand -
Sand.
If I could only see a herd of Arab horses
Galloping,
Their manes and tails pulled straight
By the speed of their going;
Their bodies sleek and round
Like bellying sails.
They would beat the sand with their fore feet,
And scatter it with their hind feet,
So that it whirled in a cloud of orange,
And the sun through it
Was clip-edged, without rays, and dun.
But I only see sand,
Long, brown, hot sand -
Sand.
If I could only see a mirage,
Blue-white at the horizon,
With palm-trees about it;
Tall, windless palm-trees, grouped about a-glitter.
If I could strain toward it,
And think of the water creeping round my ankles,
Tickling under my knees,
Leeching up my sides,
Spreading over my back.
But I only feel the grinding beneath my feet.
And I only see sand,
Long, dry sand,
Scorching sand -
Sand.
If a sand-storm would only come
And spit against my windows,
Snapping upon them, and ringing their vibrations;
Swirling over the roof;
Seeping under the door-jamb;
Suffocating me and making me struggle for air.
But I only see sand -
Sand lying dead in the sun.
Lines and lines of sand -
Sand.
I will paste newspapers over the windows to shut out the sand;
I will fit them into one another, and fasten the corners.
Then I will strike matches
And read of politics and murders and festivals
Three years old.
But I shall not see the sand any more,
And I can read
While my matches last.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Two Travellers in the Place Vendome
Reign of Louis Philippe
A great tall column spearing at the sky
With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why?
He looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high.
What a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play,
Tight-fitting coat with the tails cut away,
High-crowned hat which the brims overlay.
Two-horned hat makes an outline like a bow.
Must have a sword, I can see the light glow
Between a dark line and his leg. Vertigo
I get gazing up at him, a pygmy flashed with sun.
A weathercock or scarecrow or both things in one?
As bright as a jewelled crown hung above a throne.
Say, what is the use of him if he doesn't turn?
Just put up to glitter there, like a torch to burn,
A sort of sacrificial show in a lofty urn?
But why a little soldier in an obsolete dress?
I'd rather see a Goddess with a spear, I confess.
Something allegorical and fine. Why, yes -
I cannot take my eyes from him. I don't know why at all.
I've looked so long the whole thing swims. I feel he ought to fall.
Foreshortened there among the clouds he's pitifully small.
What do you say? There used to be an Emperor standing there,
With flowing robes and laurel crown. Really? Yet I declare
Those spiral battles round the shaft don't seem just his affair.
A togaed, laurelled man's I mean. Now this chap seems to feel
As though he owned those soldiers. Whew! How he makes one reel,
Swinging round above his circling armies in a wheel.
Sweeping round the sky in an orbit like the sun's,
Flashing sparks like cannon-balls from his own long guns.
Perhaps my sight is tired, but that figure simply stuns.
How low the houses seem, and all the people are mere flies.
That fellow pokes his hat up till it scratches on the skies.
Impudent! Audacious! But, by Jove, he blinds the eyes!
poem by Amy Lowell
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Sing It Out For Love
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Theyve been out on the road so long
Now theyre working their way through all the dirty towns
Singing their hearts out
To the drunks who haunt the bars
Still the ghosts will keep on calling
Sing it out
Sing it out for love again
Guess she heard through a million tears
When you sing you should brush the hair out of your eyes
Come and sit by me girl
Would you like to share my beer?
Feel his hand slip down her shoulder
Sing it out
Sing it out for love again
But shes lonely - thinking of home
Thinking is sad
And knowing she lost the life
She could have had
Watching trucks as they roll on by
And shell wave as they disappear around the bend
Shrugging her shoulders
And shell head back to the bar
Cue the band the boss is shouting
Sing it out
Sing it out for love again
But shes lonely - thinking of home
Thinking is sad
Shes thinking about the good times
Never had
And wondering why the bad times
Get so bad
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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My Black Eye Pea Stew
Did I mention,
My black eye pea stew to you?
Well...
This is what you do.
Boil your water,
Add sliced smoked turkey butt.
With seasons you prefer.
I like to mix in olive oil with butter first.
Before adding apple vinegar...
With Old Bay and a bit of salt,
Then soy sauce...
To allow my taste buds to burst.
Add your black eye peas.
Speckled butter lima beans.
Kidney and black beans too!
I also enjoy cooking with onions...
Green peppers, carrots and celery.
For a flavored taste,
You simply can not refuse!
Well...
You can 'try' making attempts.
But licking your lips,
Is not too convincing of a defense.
'May I get some more? '
You sure can!
After I get to taste it myself!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Something In The Way She Moves
Something in the way she moves
Theres something in the way she moves,
Or looks my way, or calls my name,
That seems to leave this troubled world behind.
If Im feeling down and blue,
Or troubled by some foolish game,
She always seems to make me change my mind.
Chorus:
n(and) I feel fine anytime shes around me now,
Shes around me now
Almost all the time.
n(and) if Im well you can tell that shes been with me now,
n(and) shes been with me now
Quite a long, long time
And I feel fine.___________
Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning,
And I find myself careening
Into places where I should not let me go.
-- she has the power to go where no one else can find me,
Yes, and to silently remind me
Of the happiness and good times that I know, you know.
Well I said I just got to know that:
It isnt what shes got to say
Or how she thinks or where shes been.
To me, the words are nice, the way they sound.
I like to hear them best that way -
It doesnt much matter what they mean,
Weh (when/well? ) she says them mostly just to calm me down.
Chorus:
n(and) I feel fine anytime shes around me now,
A-shes around me now
Almost all the time.
If Im well you can tell that shes been with me now,
And shes been with me now
Quite a long,
Long
Time -
Yes, and I feel fine.___________
song performed by by James Taylor
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Come On Nature
Come on nature, I dont want to read a book or talk about the world
Come on nature, I just want to spend some time being boy to the girl
Come on nature, let me show the way that Ive been feeling all along
Come on nature, just because I dont feel weak dont mean I feel so strong
Ive been known to ask a few more favours than I should of you
And in time Im sure Ill still want things that you could never do
If she wasnt mine, if I was stepping out of line,
But shes mine and Im in line and shes the best Ive ever seen
Come on nature, let me show the way that Ive been feeling all along
Dark brown hair, green eyes and white skin
You perfect every colour that shes in
Come on nature, I dont want to read a book or talk about the world
Come on nature, I just want to spend some time being boy to the girl
Her and me, I could be complete if you could let it be
My desire, is to stretch myself inside her bodys fire
If I stumbled in then I could say that I had been to the
Chamber where your greatest work of art was on display.
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Ghost of You
Whistling wind
Crashing waves
Hot white sand
And high caves
The smell of grass
The taste of sand
The sight of happiness
Cool skin 'gainst my hand
Footballs and soccer
Cameras and lenses
Exercise and hugs
Sitting watching movies
Hiking the bush
Cycling in the heat
Slaving at work
Blisters on my feet
Ur cool lips
Ur smooth legs
Ur delightful smile
things i won't forget
But no joy
Do they give
They merely remind
Me of what i could've
Everywhere i go
In the things i do
I'm constantly haunted
By the ghost of you
Trying so hard
To get you out my head
But The ghost of you
Still isnt dead
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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a Conversation and Thought
When sunshine not appears and bright the world
Little eagle feel empty…
She try to helps little birds as his task
So she feel much better
But still she has an empty feelings
She try to find any signs of him
Still she couldn’t find it
She put the leafs one by one
So she could notice
When her sunshine appears again
So she could share many laughs of the day
And she could feel his warm on her wings
She think maybe her sunshine lazy
To warm her wings and other wings as well
Boom…. Stupid little eagle! !
I only take a rest for a while, ”said sunshine
I always warm your wings eternally…
So… avoid that stupid thought from your little head
Be happy and sing a songs for other birds around
While I am not around…
So they could feel and join your happiness
In every moment…
poem by Minaslune Serene
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Crumbling Land
In a while Ill find the time to make the sunshine mine
In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky
Wheeling, soaring, gliding high
On a hill there lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Drinking in the clear blue well
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
But fifty more come rolling off the floor production line
Then a man commuting like a village on the sand
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
Screaming, dealing, movie man
Here we go, hold your breath to see if something blows
Close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise
Gliding high into the sky
By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise
Upon the finger of the king
On high the eagle flies, that glitter all of gold
Then wheeling in a cloudy sky, he flies into the sun
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Where the Wild Cats Whine
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine
Standing on a cloud in the cool sunshine
Tell me can you see her
Can you hear the wild cats whine
Will you let her take you home
Will you stay a little while
Will you spend some time.
Locked inside like a wild God's cry's
Ringing in her ears in the still of the night
Tell me can you see her
Reaching up to the sky
Looking for the place in the cool sunshine.
Years gone by but the days are the same
Rolling down the track like a dream freight train
I'm going to touch the sun
I'm going to look into her eyes
I'm going to try and find that place where the wild cats whine
Where the wild cats whine in the cool sunshine
With her jet black hair and her green eyes shine
I'm going to follow her home
I'm going to stay for a while
And spend some time in the cool sunshine
Spend some time where the wild cats whine
Locked inside like a wild God's cry's
Ringing in her ears in the still of the night
Now I see her reaching up into the sky
Waiting for me in the cool sunshine
Waiting for me where the wild cats whine.
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine
Waiting on a cloud in the cool sunshine
I'll be here for a while maybe longer than a day
Spend my time in the cool sunshine.
Spend my time where the wild cats whine.
Jeff Nesvig
poem by Jeff Nesvig
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Shes Gone
By eric clapton and simon climie
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the day,
She can make me feel all right and make it all okay.
She can make me feel so good by looking in my eye.
She can take me to the edge, take me to the sky.
Shes gone, shes gone, shes gone.
Im telling you shes gone.
She put her hands in my hair, put her kiss on my face.
She puts my heart in my mouth, my soul in its place.
Who could love me like she do? who could even start to try?
She can love me more than you; I never wonder why.
Chorus
Chorus
Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple on a stream,
I see her float across my mind like a picture in a dream.
And the more that I know, seems the more that I care.
Give the world and all I own just to know that shes still there.
Like a shadow in the dark, like a ripple in a stream,
But youre floating on my mind.
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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An Abstract painting
My eyes fall on an abstract painting
of which my girlfriend,
wants to paint a series
that may hang in board halls
and offices.
There’s something hot and alive
in the background
that changes from golden yellow,
to flame orange
and flows into black red
and a green line
runs from the foreground
into the horizon.
With strong straight lines wood,
and sink plate shacks appear
with horizontal and vertical lines
and it looks like a squatter camp,
or the houses of a headman
in the country.
To me it looks like drums and large tin cans
that lies around in the front
and a big old TV set
with sitting places round it
and at the back,
there are two wooden pens
to keep in sheep and goats.
Maybe there’s red sand
on the one side
and yellow and green grass
for grazing on the other side,
but honestly I do not want to stay
in such a place.
[Reference: Abstract painting by Mandi. Look at the painting on my mabooki webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1416_An_Abstract_ painting.htm]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shes All I Ever Had
Here I am
Broken wings
Quist thoughts
Unspoken dreams
Here I am
Alone again
And I need her now
To hold my hand
Chorus
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Shes the air I breathe
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Its the way she makes me feel
Its the only thing thats real
Its the way she understands
Shes my lover, shes my friend
And when I look into her eyes
Its the way I feel inside
Like the man I want to be
Shes all Ill ever need
So much time
So much pain(but)
Theres one thing
That still remains (its the)
The way she cared
The love we shared
And through it all
Shes always been there
Shes all, shes all I ever had
In a world so cold, so empty
Shes all, shes all I ever had
Its the way she makes me feel
Its the only thing thats real
Its the way she understands
Shes my lover, shes my friend
And when I look into her eyes
Its the way I feel inside
Like the man I want to be
Shes all Ill ever need
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Shes Always In My Hair
Whenever I feel like givin up
Whenever my sunshine turns 2 rain
Whenever my hopes and dreams
Are aimed in the wrong direction
Shes always there
Tellin me how much she cares
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Whenever I feel like not 2 great at all
Whenever Im all alone
And even if I hit the wrong notes
Shes always in my boat
Shes always there
Tellin me how much she cares
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Maybe Ill marry her (maybe Ill marry her)
Maybe I wont (maybe I wont)
Maybe I will not (maybe I will not)
Lemme tell ya (even if I was a gigolo)
If I was a gigolo all my life (all my life)
Shed still be there (shed still be there)
Tellin me just how much she really cares (she cares)
Shes always in my hair
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Listen
Whenever I feel like givin up
Whenever my sunshine turns 2 rain
Whenever my hopes and dreams
Are aimed in the wrong direction
Shes always there
Tellin me just how much she cares (tellin me how much she cares)
Tellin me...shes always in my hair (always in my hair)
Shes always in my hair
My hair
Shes always in my hair
song performed by by Prince
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