By: poetess41
20/11/2009
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NIGHT BIRDS
Around midnight and with the dawn I see them
one by one they come in..
Silent invisible shadows, heads lifting,
sniffing the air..
An invisible conductor tap, taps and
orchestrated sounds of the cult begin
Quiet pandemonium unfolds as I watch,
eyes hungry searching the flock,
not time for me to expose my presence
yet, just wait, wait, not long now
Ahhh!... here he is.. is it?
Strutting like a peac.ock among the ordered confusion
Acknowledging, snubbing, playfully teasing
Responding in kind to the greetings, the bowing,
the relentless cow towing
I stare mesmerized, afflicted, addicted,
finally accepting and wearing my night bird patch.
I join the gang
~ Poetess41 |
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By: poetess41
20/11/2009
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GOODNIGHT EVERYONE
Day takes off its weary crown
Dying sun drops slowly down
Velvet dusk crawls softly in
Stars like diamonds twinkling
Enter night from darkness deep
Gently the world drifts off to sleep
~ Poetess41 |
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By: poetess41
21/11/2009
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RAP MY SOUL
A truth for you most probably
Will never be a truth for me
However with a little fleshing
A common thought
may see us meshing
We may even find a little lie
Somewhere inside that truthfilled pie
Would that then mean that truth's a lie
Or is that lie it's alibi?
And if it is why the disguise?
You cannot hide the truth with lies
I'm going around in a ring
Thinking about this truthy thing
Why I'm even wasting time
To try and make this poem rhyme
I guess it's just that I love writing stuff
In fact I just can't get enough
But hey! is that the truthy pie?
Or is it just a truthfilled lie?
Oh no! shit here i go again!
And guess what's giving me a pain?
I'm having probs as how to send
A message to my brain to end
This silly piece of rhyming crap
I know! I'll turn it into a rap.
Yeah!
~ Poetess41 |
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By: poetess41
21/11/2009
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BON VOYAGE
Meeting fleeting,
gone too soon
like the moon
exclipsed by the noon
day sun
dissolves
in darkening shadows,
while specks of life
gaze upward,
upward eyes narrowed,
hand peaking brow,
lifting to wave farewell
sunlight sparking
off silver wings..
roaring into silence
~ Poetess41 |
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By: poetess41
21/11/2009
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By: ibipop
Today (3:35 pm)
Re:Surreality2 (PREVIEW)
What a lonely boring life you have.
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MY LONELY BORING LIFE
Do I have a boring life?
Let me check my diary
Well, I'm not somebody's wife
But I have sex regularly
In my bank I have a nice nest egg
Inherited and worked for too
Never will I need to beg
Annual vacations abroad I do
I have a property in town
And another down the coast
Beautiful there around sundown
C.oc.ktail parties I love to host
Decisons can be such a bore
Like Paris, New York or Rome
Or shall I fly my buddies in
And spend this year at home?
Cartiers or Tiffanys?
Those diamonds make me blind
Someone come and help me please
I cant make up my mind
The Boutiques on Rodeo Drive
Are where I love to shop
Do I have a boring life?
I do! please make it stop!
~ Poetess41...*smiles* |
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By: neandara@xtra.co.nz
22/11/2009
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EMANCIPATION
Release the shackled soul
Set free imprisoned emotions
"Oh dear one", the key?
Eternal path of misery
"Be damned"! I cried
For within the walls
My imprisoned soul
Smothered happiness denied
Visions seen in life's distance
Crystal adorned sparkling smiles
Wing span breadth
Heartbeat soaring reaching heights
"The key! the key"!
Oh sweet freedom
Shackles now broken. |
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By: poetess41
22/11/2009
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MORNING WAKES UP
Pulls back the blanket of night,
Stars and moon tumble out of sight,
Colours stream from fingers of light
Cloudy shoulders shake to a rosy yawn
Day breaks open drapes of dawn,
Virginal, sacred, newborn
Morning wakes up!
~ Poetess41 |
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22/11/2009
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By: siegfriedfollies@rocketmail.com
23/11/2009
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Mother dear I'm writing you from somewhere in France,
Hoping to find you well,
Sergeant says I'm doing fine, a soldier and a pal
Here's a song that we oft sing, this'll make you laugh.
|: We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line.
Have you any dirty washing, mother dear?
We're gonna hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
'cause the washing day is here.
Whether the weather may be wet or fine
We'll just rub along without a care.
We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line
If the Siegfried Line's still there. :| |
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By: bluecrystal41@rocketmail.com
24/11/2009
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By: siegfriedfollies@rocketmail.com
30/11/2009
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Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gayly they played each summer's day
Warriors both of course
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy then cried with joy
As his young playmate said:
"Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Jack and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys"
Long years had passed, war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew:
"Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys
Do you think I would leave you dying
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying
Back to the ranks so blue
Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember |
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By: siegfriedfollies@rocketmail.com
1/12/2009
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I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go.
I was born under a wanderin' star, a wanderin', wanderin' star.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
When I get to heaven tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.
I was born under a wanderin' star. |
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By: siegfriedfollies@rocketmail.com
1/12/2009
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I'm so alone, my love without you
You're part of everything I do
When you come back, and you're beside me
These are the words I'll say to you
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
I thought of all the things I'd say to you
When you come back to me someday
When you are here and we're together
With all my heart you'll hear me say
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more
There are so many lonely people
Why must they ever be apart
I hope someday you'll be together
Singing these words with all your heart
Welcome home, welcome
Come on in, and close the door
You've been gone, too long
Welcome, you're home once more |
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By: siegfriedfollies@rocketmail.com
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Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).
Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine. |
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We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take no trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. |
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