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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:16:27 GMT -5
Pictures in song
Most of her days
She sits waiting for someone
Dreaming of romance
-Some day he’ll come along
Most of my life has been spent
Painting pictures in song
He fills his time
Slowly building a home
They can be proud of
Makes it big and strong
I fond that I fill my time
Painting pictures in song
Some spend their time
Trying to learn how
To measure the distance
Between right and wrong
Most of my time has been spent
Painting pictures is song
I’ll be content
Painting pictures in song
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:17:15 GMT -5
No Rhyme
No Rhyme, no reason,
No ship, no shape.
We lie in our long bed
Making escape.
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:18:37 GMT -5
Anti-Alarm Call
Don’t get up just yet
It’s much too cold and wet
Better stay in bed
Hibernate instead
Fifteen minutes more
What you waiting for?
Back into your dreams
Better stay inside
Hibernate and hide
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:20:12 GMT -5
Call it a day
It’s only a matter of hours
Since lurching to left right
Hunched in half light
I dropped from the day night
And sped across fields –
Music for ear drums
Lemon for sore gums
Brambles for bare bums –
Call it a day
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:25:32 GMT -5
Meditate
Astride my inner peace
I see
How many thoughts I throw
At me
Stem this furious flow of frantic thought
Meditate
Set aside arrangements to be made
Speeches to be spoken
Pennies on a plate
Meditate
Listening to glistening bells
Ding dong mantras honey coat a parching thirst
Inner singer shouts out mantra
Drown out lucy nation’s chatter
Count for nothing
To count for count’s sake
Count
To no total
To repeat
No to remember, but
To not remember.
To meditate
To listen for nothing
Hear no reason
Mantra discovers
Naughty boy
Inside my mind
Trine to write poetry
Pa-boiled
Mam-marry
Gland opening
Ma shall law declare
Pa takes of the feast
Cunt hooks, quim, minge
Knob and tool
Words I often heard at school
Shall I fear to now repeat
Words that whistled down our street?
Stop
Man tra la la
Man trap
Stop
Mantra mantra
Love sound no meaning
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 9:54:19 GMT -5
To find the joy
Seagulls bright white glint
Against a charcoal morning sky
Enough for lovers to see heavens by
But fox and rabbit badger yeah
And seagull too think harder crueller thoughts –
Do or be done to –
No poet’s joy for them
Seagulls spiral whirl
Against the sullen oak
No scientific thought informs
Their common madcap tribal swirl
Foot them the warming sun
Not only warms but shines
A harsher light to be discovered by
An overshoulder ever-watchful life
While we will quieten our disquiet
To find the joy
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:03:59 GMT -5
Irish Language
Those Irish chappies
Have a fine sense of it
This language of ours
They toss it in the air
Like a snowball
Dribble it through their fingers
Like the guy in the movie
Tell tales that fell
Off the back of a lorry
Carting logs for the furnace
Swill it round their mouths
And let the spittle drip
Slowly out
Trickle, tumble,
Fiddle, fumble
Bimble, bumble
To be sure of anything
Would be a fine thing
To be sure
As Spike says –
The Beatles were a bunch of Micks
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:07:06 GMT -5
Rocking On!
I want to smell
Your underarm odour
I want to drink
Your ice cream soda
Reminisce
About our childhood
What we did
In deepest wildwood
Let’s remember
Fifties cars
And hanging out in
Late-night bars
Want to give
Your back a rub
Them jump into
A foamy tub
Laugh at all
Your High School jokes
One two many
Scotch and Cokes
Want to stroke
Your furry kitten
Don’t be shy
You won’t be bitten
When we’ve seen
The babies doze off
Let me see you
Take your clothes off
When this world is
Dead and gone
We will still be
Rocking On!
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:07:55 GMT -5
Dawn Star
You are
The brightest star
In a blue dawn
Venus
Above us
Between us
We gaze admiringly
Like Jupiter
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:09:30 GMT -5
She is...
She is...
the yin to my yang
the I to my Ching
the See to my Saw
the Head to my Tails
the Lily of my Valley
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:10:41 GMT -5
Lost
I lost my wife
She lost her life
Until then
The luxury
Of no responsibility
Chopper wouldn’t
Fall that night
As, clenched inside a glove
We sucked
Each other’s energy
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Post by pennylane on Jun 21, 2005 10:13:28 GMT -5
ARE YOU THERE?
GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?
ARE YOU HIDING IN YOUR HEAVEN?
OR BENEATH YOUR DEEPEST SEA?
WAS THERE SOMETHING IN OUR PAST IMPERFECT?
IS IT SOMETHING THAT WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN?
GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?
ARE YOU HIDING, GOD?
ARE YOU HIDING IN THE RAIN?
ARE YOU HIDING?
ARE YOU THERE?
I AM HERE
I AM HERE IN EVERY SONG YOU SING
IN THE WINGS OF A RISING LARK
THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO THE MORNING LIGHT.
I AM HERE AS FIRST A NEW BORN BABE OPENS EYES ON THE UNIVERSE.
I AM HERE.
I AM HERE NOW.
I AM WITH YOU.
I AM HERE AS EVERY FLAKE OF SNOW
WASHING WHITE ON THE COUNTRYSIDE,
AS EACH GREEN BLADE STRETCHES FOR THE SUN.
I AM HERE WATCHING OVER THEM
I AM HERE AS FIRST A NEW BORN BABE OPENS EYES ON THE UNIVERSE.
WITH EACH STEP I'LL BE THAT ARM THAT GUIDES
NOW AND THEN 'TIL THE END OF TIME.
AMEN
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