Mooning
I spend my days just Mooning
So sad and blue, so sad and blue.
I spend my nights just Mooning
All over you. (All over who?)
Oh I'm so full of love
As any fool can see
'Cause angels up above
Have hu-u-ung a moon on me.
Why must you go (why must I go)
On Mooning
So all alone? (So all alone?)
There would be no (there would be no)
More Mooning if you would call me (up on the phone)
Lyin' by myself and
Cryin' by myself 'till i'm done
Mooning over you.
I'll stand behind (you'll stand behind)
You Mooning
Forevermore (forevermore).
Someday you'll find (someday I'll find)
Me Mooning at your front door (at my front door?!)
Every day in school I watch you,
Always will until I got you
Mooning too!
There's a moon out tonight!
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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That will only happen if I have a bout of amnesia or if I feel like mooning someone in the audience.
quote by Daryl Hannah
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Mooning on spooning
bed tosses and turns, returns
ballooning dream tuning
haiku by Jonathan Robin (24 October 2006)
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Verbatim
Can you come outside of you?
The dream inside a dream
of the show. It must go on.
For prudence of plucking
from singularity of indifference,
of mooning.
Once upon a moon in timeless moon
a green snake entered the moon
existing in a personal poison.
The pink, the yellow, the mauve
lilies, in a circle
going anti-clockwise
to dig out a black panther
in grass.
Of conjugal loyalty
in a fresco, when
color will not penetrate
the wall;
that wall –
remained dirty!
poem by Satish Verma
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Half moon
In the business of mooning
Gibbous cornered half moon
Clings to the sky
Hanging off the lampposts
And smiling at the sun
Her half spat out reflection of light
Burns holes in our near sane minds
The age
The phase
The time gone by
With the moon changing moods
In her sunlit shadowed self
She croons half bit out songs
Star songs
Of night, light and her half light
Half moon
cornered moon
gibbous gibbous
shadowed moon.
The Immortals
If you should sail for Trebizond, or die,
Or cry another name in your first sleep,
Or see me board a train, and fail to sigh,
Appropriately, I'd clutch my breast and weep.
And you, if I should wander through the door,
Or sin, or seek a nunnery, or save
My lips and give my cheek, would tread the floor
And aptly mention poison and the grave.
Therefore the mooning world is gratified,
Quoting how prettily we sigh and swear;
And you and I, correctly side by side,
Shall live as lovers when our bones are bare
And though we lie forever enemies,
Shall rank with Abelard and Heloise.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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A Risk Taken Unforgotten For The Archives
To split or not split wrists...
Seems to be such a self indulging understaking.
However...
It is the taking of risks,
And witnessing others stirred up in fits...
That eliminates the wish to end one's existence.
To privately decide to say goodbye to life...
Is so anti-climatic.
If one is seeking drama...
There is nothing like taking centerstage,
With spotlight.
And giving those in attendance,
The best mooning you can do!
With that done...
Will indeed become,
A risk taken unforgotten for the archives.
And one,
If the spotlight hits right...
Will not offend,
But achieve the attention sought!
And maybe a round of applause...
If what is seen has been deemed attractive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Star-Sapphires
STAR-SAPPHIRES
Magic star-sapphires, sun-sky, moonlit sea,
Are those deep orbs absorbing all of me,
Unique they are, and all embracing, splice
Dreams to reality, to life gift spice.
Each complements the other, all can see.
Mooning night hang sleepless head, cast dice
At jealous odds with Love whose victory
Undisputed shines, whose aim’s precise.
Divinity claims homage. In a trice,
Empires surrender, to her swear fealty.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lullaby To Tim
(hicks / clarke / nash)
Would you like to slide down a rainbow
Catch a falling star in your hands
Chase a moonbeam right by your window
Close your eyes and youll be there
In a land of dragons and castles
Be a knight in armor that shines
On a horse with trappings of silver
Close your eyes and youll be there
You will be there
Hoping that no one
Will come and wake you up
You will be there
While the mooning is peeping
As you lie a-sleeping
In your dream world
Chorus
See the witches fly on their broomsticks
Stirring cauldrons casting their spells
Kisses changing frogs into princes
Close your eyes and youll be
Close your eyes and youll be
Close your eyes and youll be there
song performed by by Hollies
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During Wind and Rain
THEY sing their dearest songs--
He, she, all of them--yea,
Treble and tenor and bass.
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face....
Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!
They clear the creeping moss--
Elders and juniors--aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white storm-birds wing across!
They are blithely breakfasting all--
Men and maidens--yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee....
Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ripped from the wall.
They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them--aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs....
Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the raindrop plows.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Tom Taylor
On pay-day nights, neck-full with beer,
Old soldiers stumbling homeward here,
Homeward (still dazzled by the spark
Love kindled in some alley dark)
Young soldiers mooning in slow thought,
Start suddenly, turn about, are caught
By a dancing sound, merry as a grig,
Tom Taylor's piccolo playing jig.
Never was blown from human cheeks
Music like this, that calls and speaks
Till sots and lovers from one string
Dangle and dance in the same ring.
Tom, of your piping I've heard said
And seen--that you can rouse the dead,
Dead-drunken men awash who lie
In stinking gutters hear your cry,
I've seen them twitch, draw breath, grope, sigh,
Heave up, sway, stand; grotesquely then
You set them dancing, these dead men.
They stamp and prance with sobbing breath,
Victims of wine or love or death,
In ragged time they jump, they shake
Their heads, sweating to overtake
The impetuous tune flying ahead.
They flounder after, with legs of lead.
Now, suddenly as it started, play
Stops, the short echo dies away,
The corpses drop, a senseless heap,
The drunk men gaze about like sheep.
Grinning, the lovers sigh and stare
Up at the broad moon hanging there,
While Tom, five fingers to his nose,
Skips off...And the last bugle blows.
poem by Robert Graves
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Mooning' The People
'Look...
Let me set the record straight,
For you people.
And make it clear.
There will be no further snooping,
As to when we last used our axes
We have already reported those dates,
When we decided to reveal how we did that.
And where we sent the trees once we chopped them down,
Is none of your business.
We have been doing this most of our lives.
We are The Normans.
We own property all over the world.'
But...
Not to be insistent with my persistence.
It is 'your' husband running for a high public office,
Mrs. Norman.
And will be elected by trusting and...
Mrs. Norman,
You do understand...
They are Christians as well.
'I could care less if they were sheep,
Twilling their own wool 'bah-ing' themselves to sleep.
I said...
We will NOT be discussing this matter again.
Clear? '
Whew...
No wonder that cat looks like a puppet in public.
Did you hear what she said?
~Madame Rutherbee,
The question refers to your paying of taxes.
And how you spend your money.
On 'HOW' and WHERE you've got that kind of loot hidden.
The people deserve a right to know.
What makes your husband any more special,
Than the last past few leaders we've had?
What does he have that's makes him so exclusive? ~
I can't believe she's doing this!
~Is she 'mooning' the people? ~
Well...
It doesn't look like a vanilla cookie to me.
And it is very difficult at this moment,
To come up with an exact interpretation.
Or...
Maybe that's the secret of keeping their resources,
And today?
It wouldn't be that far fetched to think the worse.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My thoughts stray out to you........
My thoughts stray out to you........
My thoughts stray out to you
Stray out to join you........
Walking the milky way
The cloudy skies look on
The stars twinkle with mirth
Many a moon circling the Jupiter, Earth, Mars
Busy in its chosen track
Pause a second
To exchange a smile
The years slip by
Time swishes past
I increase the speed of my travel
Time travel I do
To a future with you........
The breeze tickles my curls
Takes hold of my clothes
Gently pulling it..........
Accenting my curves
In the darkness of no moon's night
Mooning away with your thoughts
Hardly aware of passing time
Hugging my self with tightened arms
My shawl pulled closer
Keeping my Chasity intact
A smile of slow happiness
Lights up my features
As hope builds a future with you.........
I would walk for ever....
Through thick and thin
If it only meant
I would reach you
In the end.......
Within the safe haven
Of circling arms
Your breath on the nape
Of my creased neck
Your touch the magic
That transforms earth to heaven!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
poem by Malini Kadir
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A Song Of Suicide
Deeming that I were better dead,
"How shall I kill myself?" I said.
Thus mooning by the river Seine
I sought extinction without pain,
When on a bridge I saw a flash
Of lingerie and heard a splash . . .
So as I am a swimmer stout
I plunged and pulled the poor wretch out.
The female that I saved? Ah yes,
To yield the Morgue of one corpse the less,
Apart from all heroic action,
Gave me a moral satisfaction.
was she an old and withered hag,
Too tired of life to long to lag?
Ah no, she was so young and fair
I fell in love with her right there.
And when she took me to her attic
Her gratitude was most emphatic.
A sweet and simple girl she proved,
Distraught because the man she loved
In battle his life-blood had shed . . .
So I, too, told her of my dead,
The girl who in a garret grey
Had coughed and coughed her life away.
Thus as we sought our griefs to smother,
With kisses we consoled each other . . .
And there's the ending of my story;
It wasn't grim, it wasn't gory.
For comforted were hearts forlorn,
And from black sorrow joy was born:
So may our dead dears be forgiving,
And bless the rapture of the living.
poem by Robert William Service
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Winnie
When I went by the meadow gate
The chestnut mare would trot to meet me,
And as her coming I would wait,
She'd whinney high as if to greet me.
And I would kiss her silky nose,
And stroke her neck until it glistened,
And speak soft words: I don't suppose
She understand - but how she listened!
Then in the war-net I was caught,
Returning three black winters older;
And when the little mare I sought
The farmer told me he had sold her.
And so time passed - when in the street
One day I heard a plaintive whinney
That roused a recollection sweet,
So then I turned and there was Winnie.
I vow she knew me, mooning there.
She raised her nose for me to fondle,
And though I'd lost an arm I'll swear
She kissed the empty sleeve a-dangle.
But oh it cut me to the heart,
Though I was awful glad to meet her,
For lo! she dragged a tinker's cart
And stumbled weakly as he beat her.
Just skin and bone, a sorry hack!
Say, fellow, you may think it funny:
I made a deal and bought her back,
Though it took all my bonus money.
And she'll be in the meadow there,
As long as I have dough for spending . . .
Gee! I'll take care of that old mare -
"Sweetheart! you'll have a happy ending."
poem by Robert William Service
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Two Bricks Over A Hole
You were sitting on the grass
outside your tent
at the base camp
along the road from Tangiers
smoking a cigarette
when Mamie came along
and stood with her arms folded
and her red hair damp
and her face flushed
like a spanked behind
Have you seen the latrines?
She asked
No not yet
you replied
she took a deep intake
of breath and then said
I expected at least
a white bowl
but there are just two bricks
over a hole in the ground
and no paper
to wipe yourself afterwards
you exhaled smoke
and said
You're meant to
take your own with you
Your own latrine?
She said angrily
No your own bog roll
you said
she sighed
and looked down
towards the beach
reaching to
the Mediterranean Sea
I haven't unpacked
my bags yet
she said
and you gazed at her
standing there
in her pink shorts
and white open necked blouse
and tried not
to imagine her
crouched on two bricks
over a hole
in the ground
her legs bent
her panties by her ankles
and her backside
mooning over the hole
Well
she said moodily
At least now you know
what to expect
and went off
towards the beach
her hips swaying
side to side
her taut buttocks
captured in her pink shorts
and the midday sun
touching your head
in a kind of blessing
with its heat
and you inhaled
smoke again
remembering the rain
coming through
Franco's Spain.
poem by Terry Collett
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So Blue
I had everything I needed,
But now my life is so blue
You meant the world to me,
But now youre gone and Im so blue
And even though the sun is shining,
I spend my day, I spend my day crying over you
I spend my day crying over you
I, oh I feel just like the sky
Im so blue
Oh baby, doncha know... baby doncha know
I spend my nights all alone
Talking to myself
I am so blue
And everyday the feelin gets stronger
And whos to say just how much longer
I can spend my nights all alone
Talkin to myself and just-a cryin over you
I guess Ill just spend my life so...
So blue
song performed by by Prince
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The Ballad Of John & Yoko
Standing in the dock at southampton,
Trying to get to holland or france.
The man in the mac said, youve got to turn back.
You know they didnt even give us a chance.
Christ you know it aint easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
Finally made the plane into paris,
Honey mooning down by the seine.
Peter brown called to say,
You can make it o.k.,
You can get married in gibraltar, near spain.
Christ you know it aint easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
Drove from paris to the amsterdam hilton,
Talking in our beds for a week.
The newspapers said, say what you doing in bed?
I said, were only trying to get us some peace.
Christ you know it aint easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
Saving up your money for a rainy day,
Giving all your clothes to charity.
Last night the wife said,
Oh boy, when youre dead
You dont take nothing with you
But your soul - think!
Made a lightning trip to vienna,
Eating chocolate cake in a bag.
The newspapers said, shes gone to his head,
They look just like two gurus in drag.
Christ you know it aint easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
Caught an early plane back to london.
Fifty acorns tied in a sack.
The men from the press said, we wish you success,
Its good to have the both of you back.
Christ you know it aint easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
The way things are going
Theyre going to crucify me.
song performed by by Beatles
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The Son Of A Gun
This Son Of A Gun
he can barely run carrying his own weight
his belley runs over his balls he is decadent to the core
inebreted by wine whiling away his time with filty whores
he smells of ganja sniffing coke smokeing dope
he curses down the religions and the pope
he has no morals has sold away his values
with the devil he dines
he owns nothing and nothing that he can call mine
This son of a gun
he rolls over when the kick is done
shocking passeres by mooning over at the foot path
busking away at tea shops and bazzar's
he is alone he is one in a hazaar
he use to be a winner
but now he is just a looser
blowing the trupet beating old rum's
waiting for the time when the next fix can be done
who can match this filhty man
littering the streets with his own vomit
he bangs into you like a haleay's comit
The Son Of A Gun
his family he has left to rot
for the plaesures of the almighty pot
he has no qualms as pleasure is what he seeks
smoking spliff's tied to his narrow beak
tatoo's on his arm are his only identity
with his over grown dirty coat he hides his vanity
The Son of a Gun
some thorw change at him when they like the tune of his flute
as kids pick up from the kitty and enjoy the loot
he aknowledges both passer by's and the looters
as he blow's once in a while from his shappy hooter
he has no direction he has no cause
yet you stop to look at him with a slight pause
This gun this son of a gun
He rubs his hands as the witer fog grows thick
his eyse popping out as he catches the nip
only coffee to keep him company ina tattered mug
he is a mean fella looking like a slug
the pavement is his home and the bazzar's his abode
This gun this bloody son of a gun
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Someday We'll Know
90 miles outside Chicago
Can't stop driving I don't know why
So many questions I need some answers
2 years later you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to the Uptown theatre?
Yeah it held the stars up in the sky
Is true love just once in a lifetime?
Did the captain of the Titanic cry
Someday we'll know
Why love can't move mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't there for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
Or what the wind says when she cries
I'm speeding by the place where I met you
For the 97th time
(Chorus)
Someday we'll know
Why love can't move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't there for you
Someday we'll know
If love is do or die for
Someday we'll know
Why it died so soon
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't there for you
I bought a ticket back to where I came from
I watched my past crash in the sea
If I could ask you just one question
Why aren't you here with me?
(chorus)
Someday we'll know
Why love can't move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't there for you
Someday we'll know
If love is do or die for
Someday we'll know
Why it died so soon
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't there for you
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
Someday we'll know
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Blue Avenue
(orbison/melson)
Blue avenue
Where I spend my lonely days without you
Blue avenue
Why did you go and tell me we were through?
Youve stolen my heart and my love
And now you say were through
Im walkin down
Yeah, walkin down on blue avenue
Oh, blue avenue
Yeah Im feeling so bad
Blue avenue
I lost the very best woman that I ever had
Alone so alone
But I pray that someday Ill find you
Down at the end
Down at the end of blue avenue
Oh, blue avenue
Yay yay Im feeling so bad
Blue avenue
I lost the very best woman that I ever had
Alone so alone
But I pray
That someday Ill find you
Down at the end
Down at the end of blue avenue
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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