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Dipped and Greasy

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Many praying that the buffet will stay.
Many praying that they'll find another way,
To supply more condiments...
And remove the after dinner mints.

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy...
Fingers licked from overeating.
They're dipped and greasy,
From a gluttony treated.
And...
Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...
Fading away!

Dipped and greasy fingers licked...
Are slowly from us fading.
And those lips smacked,
Are begging for the buffet.
But a gluttony once loved...
Is slowly from us fading away.

Dipped and greasy,
Are those days licked...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Battle Song

There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming,
Shirt-fronts shining and tiaras gleaming,
Frail folk shuddering and stout folk steaming --
Steaming in the heat of the fray.
Midnight striking and the strife appalling,
Strong men staggering and weak men falling,
And deep in the heart of me a still voice calling:
'Make for the buffet while you may.

'Make for the buffet while you may, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet while you can;
There's hope for the stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the thirsty man.
Thrust through the throng! Be obstreperous and strong!
Fight till your strength is sped.
Fight and prevail; do not falter, do not fail,
Make for the buffet and be fed!

'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet and be strong;
Dense is the press and the air is growing less,
Fierce is the fight and long.
Fierce is the fight and oppressive is the night,
Stern is the strife and fell;
Pale is your cheek; you are wan and you are weak;
Make for the buffet and be well!'

Painfully and wearily the hours are dragging,
Old men are falling now and young men flagging;
White ties weakening and stiff shirts sagging --
Sagging as the hours go by.
Consciousness is failing me and outlines merging,
Thunder in my ears as of sea-foam surging,
And deep in the heart of me a faint voice urging:
'Make for the buffet lest you die.

'Make for the buffet lest you die, poor stranger;
Make for the buffet while you can;
Fight your way through like a woman in a queue,
Fight like a jungle-man!
Batter the élite with your hands and your feet,
Butt them in the backs with your head:
Strike for your own! You are hungry and alone;
Make for the buffet and be fed.

'Make for the buffet and be fed, poor stranger,
Make for the buffet lest you die.
There's hope for stale there, strength for the frail there,
Drink for the throat that's dry.
Courage and strength will rewarded be at length;

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poem by Patrick Barrington
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Praying To A New God

(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door

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song performed by Wang Chung
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I Aint Been Licked

(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Roll down the gangway
So theyll see that its me
I know theyll wonder about my recovery
Yes, I lost a love that promised happiness
What my heart wouldnt accept
Put me to the test
They keep a holding me down
But I rise
Yes it can be done
They keep a holding me down
But I rise
They cant make me run
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Got my second wind
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Tell em Im back again
Just say
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
Tell em for me
I aint been licked
Like outa nowhere my whole world fell apart
Till this day no one knows
What I felt in my heart
All those precious things
Inside me tried to still
Hands I thought would help
Pushed me over the hill
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Yes, it can be done
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
They cant make me run
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Got my second wind
Keep a holding me down
But I rise
Tell em Im back again
Just say
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
I aint been licked
Tell em for me
I aint been licked

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song performed by Diana Ross
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I Licked The Wine

I licked the wine I licked sweet wine.
I licked chill wine off inflamed face.
I never left lingering incriminating;
any sticky dew rose red untasted trace.

I licked the wine; I licked full-blooded rose red wine.
I licked dew wine off dawn bud tender trembling lips.
I licked love undulating curves beneath vibrato hips;
in a song of time we dance summer ripe passions of vine.

I licked the wine; I licked sweet wine in memorial to time.
I licked chill wine off cherry sweet ripe youths luscious tits.
I licked while she swallowed tongue probing penetrating tips;
in love shines rebirth bright in festive season of harvest vine.

I licked the wine; I licked full-blooded rose red wine.
I licked while she screamed song orgasmic liquid joy.
I licked while white hot mouth savoured; new found wondrous toy;
in love we enshrine immortality posterity born in wedded love rhyme.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in March 1996 on the 26.3.1996.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gluttony and I

I have Gluttony's appetite!
my calories intoxicate.
Food plumps my mental wit;
eating slight dulls merriment.
Fill my tankard now!
Let Gluttony abound!

Heave comestibles round my plate!
Obscure my seat mates stick-thin bags of bones.
I vowed at 35 to then forsake
the premature death self-denial brings.

At death, in a coffin large, perhaps,
no one will shame or condemn me
simply because I ate my fill
and bedded down with Gluttony.

No one will say at my Wake
'My he looks beautifully thin'
rather I fully expect
they'll ignore the matter of weight
and comment 'Humm. he looks real good dead.'

So I ask why should I restrict
my draught and food intake?

I hear the cat-calls
and pleas all around
'Keep eating that way and you will put your health at
risk'
Maybe, but, we will all someday,
in life, check out through double doors on high
I for one want to order first
a burger and some fries!

Put there, too, in stone
my final epithet;
'He had a good time-
Ate Everything In Sight.'

PS. While others at the funeral
debate the yang and ying
slip over by my coffin top
won't you
some spicy chicken wings!

When they bury me,
ignore those munching sounds
you hear
below the coffin closed.

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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Ancient Highway

Theres a small cafe on the outskirts of town
Ill be there when the sun goes down
Where the roadside bends
And it twists and turns
Every new generation
And Ill be praying to my higher self
Dont let me down, keep my feet on the ground
Theres a roadside jam playin on the edge of town
In a town called paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that hank williams knows
And the river flows
Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns
In a factory in a street called bread in east belfast
Where georgie knows best
What its like to be daniel in the lions den
Got so many friends only most of the time
When the grass is high and the rabbit runs
Though its talkin to you and i
And every new generation comes to pay
The dues of the organ grinder jam
And the grinders switch of the sacrifice
Everybody made to be rational with understanding
And Ill be praying to my higher self
Oh, dont let me down, keep my feet on the ground
What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt
That wont go away no matter how hard they try
Theyve got to pay time and time again, time and time again
Ill be praying to my higher self
And Ill be standin there, where the boats go by
When the sun is sinking way over the hill
On a friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away
I wanna slip away, got to get away
And Ill be praying to my higher self
Dont let me down, keep my feet on the ground, dont let me down
Youll be cryin again, youll be cryin again, youll be cryin again
By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes
Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the hill, with a sense of wonder
Everything gonna be right on a friday evening
All the cars go by all along down
The ancient highway
And Ill be praying, Ill be praying to my higher self
Dont let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground
Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway
Got you in my sights, got you on my mind
Ill be praying in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight

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song performed by Van Morrison
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Better Dayz

Lookin for these better days
Better days, heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Time to question our lifestyle, look how we live
Smokin weed like it ain't no thang, so even kids
wanna try now, they lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons, addicted to hearin victims screamin
Guess we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I say?
Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith
And pray for better days
Better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
Thinkin back as an adolescent, who would've guessed
that in my future years, I'd be stressin
Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted
Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with
Tryin to keep my head up and stay strong
All my homies slangin llello all day long, but they wrong
So I'm solo and so broke
Savin up for some Jordan's, cause they dope
I got a girl and I love her but she broke too, and so am I
I can't take her to the place she wanna go to
So we argue and play fight, all day and night
Makin passionate love 'til the daylight
Plus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friend
Tell me you pregnant and I'm amazed
So many blessings while we stressin
Lookin for them better days
For better days, better days, better days, heyyy!
Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Heyyy! Better days.. got me thinkin bout better days
Now me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools

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song performed by 2 Pac
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You're Praying

every time you stop to help
someone stuck on the side
of the road... you're praying.
every time you go over
and help your neighbor
mow his grass... you're praying.
every time you give a couple dollars
to the down and out person
bumming in the parking lot....
you're praying.
every time you take the time
to listen to someone whose
life is falling apart... you're praying.
every time you go and give blood
during your lunch hour...
you're praying.
every time you stand up
for the person everyone else
is running down... you're praying.
every time you take in a
stray dog or cat... you're praying.
every time you give more
than you have to give... you're praying.
every time you care
when no one thinks you should...
you're praying!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Time For A Little Praying

where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain

a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
a metaphor definition

of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference

hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop

to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life's lonely road

hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop

to mow your neighbour's
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out

person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion

listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate

your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend

that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me

your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat

every time Jesus cared when others
thought Jesus should not to Father God

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Undying One- Canto III

'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
Howling and moaning, listlessly and low:
Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
All the earth's voices seem to murmur so.
The visions that crost
Our path in light--
The things that we lost
In the dim dark night--
The faces for which we vainly yearn--
The voices whose tones will not return--
That low sad wailing breeze doth bring
Borne on its swift and rushing wing.
Have ye sat alone when that wind was loud,
And the moon shone dim from the wintry cloud?
When the fire was quench'd on your lonely hearth,
And the voices were still which spoke of mirth?

If such an evening, tho' but one,
It hath been yours to spend alone--
Never,--though years may roll along
Cheer'd by the merry dance and song;
Though you mark'd not that bleak wind's sound before,
When louder perchance it used to roar--
Never shall sound of that wintry gale
Be aught to you but a voice of wail!
So o'er the careless heart and eye
The storms of the world go sweeping by;
But oh! when once we have learn'd to weep,
Well doth sorrow his stern watch keep.
Let one of our airy joys decay--
Let one of our blossoms fade away--
And all the griefs that others share
Seem ours, as well as theirs, to bear:
And the sound of wail, like that rushing wind
Shall bring all our own deep woe to mind!

'I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!

'I saw the inconstant lover come to take
Farewell of her he loved in better days,
And, coldly careless, watch the heart-strings break--
Which beat so fondly at his words of praise.
She was a faded, painted, guilt-bow'd thing,
Seeking to mock the hues of early spring,
When misery and years had done their worst

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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Ive Been Thinkin

All I need is a place to be
And a way to feel
A space to figure out where I belong
A chance to know my thoughts
And find a way to show
What I feel
And if this is real, yeah
Dont wanna disappoint you
Dont wanna let you down
cause thats the last thing I would do
Im asking for you patience
I realize I could lose you
But lately Ive been so confused
Ive been thinkin ( thinkin )
Youve been on my mind ( on my mind )
So Ive been praying ( praying)
To find a way that I ( a way that I )
Can be sure, the way that ( the way that )
Youve been sure with me ( sure with me )
Dont you want that for me
Wondering endlessly if this is right or wrong
Or if its just about me all along
All I need is time to search within my soul
So I can share a deeper part of me, yeah
Dont wanna disappoint you
Dont wanna let you down
cause thats the last thing I would do
Im asking for you patience
I realize I could lose you
But lately Ive been so confused
Ive been thinkin ( thinkin )
Youve been on my mind ( on my mind )
So Ive been praying ( praying )
To find a way that I ( a way that I )
Can be sure, the way that ( the way that )
Youve been sure with me ( sure with me )
Dont you want that for me
Baby, whats meant to be ( what was meant to be )
Will surely be ( will surely be, baby )
( if you love me baby you would understand )
But I cant give you anything ( cant give you anything )
I dont have myself to give ( dont have myself to give )
And its killing me inside
Ive been thinkin ( thinkin )
Youve been on my mind ( on my mind )
So Ive been praying ( praying )
To find a way that I ( a way that I )
Can be sure, the way that ( the way that )
Youve been sure with me ( sure with me )
Dont you want that for me

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song performed by Jennifer Lopez
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Lick My Lips

lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting
keep on stop your waiting
dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you
well, we could all change
but i know that you will never change
you shut up the night and when the light hits
you talk to me
i was never so amazed
it was such a mutual craze
between you and me and me and you
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting keep on stop your waiting
dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you
you could never walk away from me
dance around but never be
you know you are the one who knows that
laugh out loud so here it goes
i was never so amazed
it was such a mutual craze between you and me and me and you
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading
lick my lips im fading slowly fading into you
and keep on stop your waiting
keep on stop your waiting dont you keep on waiting cause im walking away from you

song performed by Howie Day
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Lily Licked the Toilet

Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the floor.
You can bet I'll never
Kiss Lily anymore!
Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the sink.
She's full of germs and worms,
At least that's what I think.
Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the tub.
It's safe to say her tongue
Could use a real good scrub!
She was the cutest pooch! (To Smooch)
Why'd she have to spoil it?
Nothing's been the same since…
Lily licked the toilet!

poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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My Secret Licked Lip Keeper

Be my nights!
Be my morning star,
And destiny to me.

Be my appetite.
Be the tasty treats,
In everything I see.

Be whatever it is you wish...
And I hope you know this is,
My licked lip keeper.

Be the reason I hoop.
And holler with the ecstasy you give.

Be repeated on a loop.
You'll never wear me out...
Since I'll stay your main reaper!

Be whatever it is you wish...
And I hope you know this is,
My licked lip keeper.

Whatever it is you wish,
I hope you know this is my secret licked lip keeper!

Be my nights!
Be my morning star,
And destiny to me.

Be my appetite.
Be the tasty treats,
In everything I see.

Whatever it is you wish,
I hope you know this is my secret licked lip keeper!

You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
Be whatever it is you wish,
You've got to know...
You 'bees' my secret licked lip keeper!
And-I'm-so-glad-I am-the-reaper!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seasonable Retour-Knell

SEASONABLE RETOUR KNELL
Variations on a theme...
SEASONABLE ROUND ROBIN ROLE REVERSALS

Author notes

A mirrored Retourne may not only be read either from first line to last or from last to first as seen in the mirrors, but also by inverting the first and second phrase of each line, either rhyming AAAA or ABAB for each verse. thus the number of variations could be multiplied several times.- two variations on the theme have been included here but could have been extended as in SEASONABLE ROUND ROBIN ROLE REVERSALS robi03_0069_robi03_0000

In respect of SEASONABLE ROUND ROBIN ROLE REVERSALS
This composition has sought to explore linguistic potential. Notes and the initial version are placed before rather than after the poem.
Six variations on a theme have been selected out of a significant number of mathematical possibilities using THE SAME TEXT and a reverse mirror for each version. Mirrors repeat the seasons with the lines in reverse order.

For the second roll the first four syllables of each line are reversed, and sense is retained both in the normal order of seasons and the reversed order as well... The 3rd and 4th variations offer ABAB rhyme schemes retaining the original text. The 5th and 6th variations modify the text into rhyming couplets.

Given the linguistical structure of this symphonic composition the score could be read in inversing each and every line and each and every hemistitch. There are minor punctuation differences between versions.

One could probably attain sonnet status for each of the four seasons and through partioning in 3 groups of 4 syllables extend the possibilites ad vitam.

Seasonable Round Robin Roll Reversals
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SPRING SUMMER

Life is at ease Young lovers long
Land under plough; To hold their dear;
Whispering trees, Dewdrops among,
Answering cow. Bold, know no fear.

Blossom, the bees, Life full of song,
Burgeoning bough; Cloudless and clear;
Soft-scented breeze, Days fair and long,
Spring warms life now. Summer sends cheer.

AUTUMN WINTER

Each leaf decays, Harvested sheaves
Each life must bow; And honeyed hives;
Our salad days Trees stripped of leaves,
Are ending now. Jack Frost has knives.

Fruit heavy lays Time, Prince of thieves,
Bending the bough, - Onward he drives,

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fade Away

It's k-mart, the bathroom
I'm staring in the mirror
The green lights are bright
It makes the lines clearer
Heard the angel go
Cigarette smoke's all that's left
I've traded in my wings for a string of pearls
And now the string is all i've left
The light bulbs burn
Some ones in the stall
Big white
Brick wall
Makes me feel small
And i take my shirt off
Looking for a glimpse of flesh
I peel back the concrete
Hope there's still some soil left
Cuz i am fading
I am fading
I am fading away
I am fading
Just like fairy tales
Hero loses faith
I am fading
The air smells like urin
It's getting hard to breathe
I could walk out that door
But no one really ever leaves
I take all my clothing off
Trying not to forget
Stupid things like
The color of rain
And the smell of stone when it's wet
And i am naked in the mirror
With a feather in my hand
The lady comes out of the bathroom
Screaming, "oh, jesus!"
Like i was a man
And i ask her
"hey, what happens to us
When we get old and in the way?"
I guess she answered me cus' they
Took me away
And i am fading
I am fading
I am fading away
I am fading
Just like fairy tales
Hero's loses faith
And i do not know

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song performed by Jewel
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VII. Pompilia

I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.

All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.

Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Earn Enough For Us

Ive been praying all the week through
At home, at work and on the bus
Ive been praying I can keep you
And to earn enough for us
I can take humiliation
And hurtful comments from the boss
Im just praying by the weekend
I can earn enough for us
Found a house that wont repair itself
With its windows cracking
And a roof held together with holes
Just because were at the bottom of the ladder
We shouldnt be sadder
Than others like us
Who have goals for the betterment of life
Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest
Ive been praying all the week through
At home at work and on the bus
Ive been praying I can keep you
And to earn enough for us
So youre saying that were going to be three
Now, a fathers what Ill be
Dont get me wrong, Im so proud
But the belts already tight
Ill get another job at night, but honest
I can take humiliation
And hurtful comments from the boss
Im just praying by the weekend
I can earn enough for us
Just because were at the bottom of the ladder
We shouldnt be sadder
Than others like us
Who have goals for the betterment of life
Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest
I can take humiliation
And hurtful comments from the boss
Im just praying by the weekend
I can earn enough for us
I can earn enough for us

song performed by Xtc
Added by Lucian Velea
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Praying For Rain

the farmer poet
walking barefoot
in the dust,
looking upwards
towards heaven,
praying for rain.

the blue collar poet
walks between the rows
of machines gone silent
in the deserted building,
looking upwards,
praying for work.

the nurse poet
stares at the line
of people wanting help,
no insurance, no money
looking upwards,
praying for hope.

the politician poet
surrounded by the din
of deals being made
without conscience
or integrity,
looking upwards,
praying for dignity.

the mother poet,
pushed into a corner,
no food, no money,
cant pay the rent or
buy clothes.
looking down
into her children's eyes,
praying for God!

the human poet,
looking inwards,
praying for all
that lives

praying for rain!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Feeling At 1: 04am,27/11/10

A night of mares
A night of many stares
A night when you appear hopeless
A night you seem helpless
A night you stand to be hapless

When you are treated like a dog
Noisy and best only in barking
When you are treated like a frog
Assummed cold blooded and best only in frowning
When you are treated like a log
Lifeless and best only in sleeping without a feeling
When you are treated like a criminal in the synagogue
Ruthlessly and left decaying
When you are treated myopic as if in fog
half blind and short of seeing
When you are treated as one who can only jog
slow and lame in running
When you are treated like a bog
With no respect, dirty and best only for waste disposing
When you are treated like a dog, a frog, a log, a bog
Will you stop doubting
Will you be a healthy person to be living?

poem by Julius Lenjatin
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