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At the end of the day, you want to work with people you want to work with, regardless of what they've done. Being able to spend 15 hours on a set with somebody and enjoy every minute of it -- that's what it's really about.

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The Day You Were Born

From a peaceful night a new day has been born
As the sun slowly peeping from its room
The cold breeze sways its tail as it waves on
Goodbye to darkness, hello beautiful dawn

Days traveled so fast, another year has passed
Hours are loaded with so much tasks
It may escape and to your attention
Forgot that September is ending soon

Yes, its September 29, the day you were born
Another abounding year to tally on
Another day to thank our Almighty Lord
For giving you the best life in this world

I don’t know if youve waited for this day
This is remarkable yet it may just pass away
You may think this is just the same
Of the other days that come your way

But for me this is a special day
Because without it you don’t exist today
So let me give you this little thing
And do hear what my heart’s saying

I’m a sentimental lady you always say
I’m so dramatic like an actress in a broadway
But sometimes my emotions are good in other way
Like I wrote this on your natal day

I just want to say how lucky I am
To find you as my partner ‘til the end
Hang on, please don’t ever change
Just let your age be on the trail

Oh, how I treasure this morn
September 29 the day you were born
Happy birthday to you my husband
Give yourself a little good time

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The Day You Die

The most important day in your life is the day you die,
And your time of death could be scheduled but can’t and you don’t know why,
Somehow or other they can’t get around to changing the death rules,
About assisted suicide and euthanasia for us fools.

European countries and Oregon can do it but not us,
Our politicians have the attitude that it was ever thus,
Our politicians go to Ottawa and there they hide out,
But then they do nothing and act as if they know what its about.

Maybe our politicians believe that they will never die,
We will never know because they will never tell us why,
No binding referendums like the Swiss constitutional tools,
No death with dignity because its against religious rules.

Jan 18th,2011

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0399 The day you went

The day you went,
the first primrose appeared
as if it didn't know.

The day you went,
the blackbird sang
as if no-one had asked it to be silent.

The day you went
the bees foraged
as if it were a day like any other.

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The day you were born the day you died

Bestows eternity unto you…who
The dates are biting the memories
Your footstep trapped in brand new shoes
Buried in a brand new shirt

The day you were born the day you died
Have you gone or just emerged
It's tolling from the churches
It's shouting from the graveyards
The day you were born the day you died
Eternity bestowed unto you

Umrli dan rodjeni dan
Ko ce to pokloniti vjecnost
Datumi grizu sjecanja

U novim cipelama korak zadrzan
U novoj kosulji sahranjen
Zvoni sa crkava
Klice sa groblja
Umrli dan rodjeni dan
Poklonjena vjecnost

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Valentine’s Day Poem: ‘This Is the Day When…’

This is the day when people most
Have fun and frolic with some ‘dost’;
This is the day when love from heart
Is showered on beloved with art!

This is the day when thoughts of love
Fills hearts embracing, from above;
This is the day when fondness comes
To young and old and dads and mums.

This is the day when lovers, friends
Kiss, hug, make love or make amends;
This is the day when one can show
One’s heart for one is full of love!

This is the day when people think
How dear some are and in love sink;
This is the day when memories
Of spouses wedded, in love seize.

This is the day when gaiety marks
The world as love-cards fly like larks;
This is the day when tasty foods
Are shared by partners in good moods!

This is the day when poems tell
The love in hearts superbly well;
This is the day when air is filled
With songs and words of love, heart-willed!

‘Happy Valentine’s Day to all! ’

Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-2-2010

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The Day You Started To Walk

Baby, When you were eight months old,
you were thin and enterprising,
liked to know about everything,
that were kept at heights and locked,
you crawled for a month all around,
and picked up anything from the ground,
so we made our home 'baby safe'
you did like to crawl up the stairs,
first head in front and then turned,
tried to crawl back in the stairs,
so I taught you,
to climb up step by step,
when I checked you, you reached the top,
with much ease and valiant,
made noise from the top to carry you down.
Do you remember the day,
that you started to walk?
I still remember you standing up,
At first it was very tough for you,
to carry your own weight on your feet,
you cried a lot and I was sad,
but I had to let you go through,
the life's lesson and you are the one,
must learn your own lesson and,
no one can ever help you to do it for you.
you held the cupboard for support,
and started to take the steps,
you were crying a lot,
and the drops of tears fell,
on your beautiful cheeks,
I was there beside you,
to hold you, in case if you might fall,
watching you walking,
catching in the camera and memory,
slowly in two days,
you did not need support,
started to walk,
slowly and steadily,
with both hands wide open,
to keep yourselves balanced,
you started the journey,
to travel on this earth,
as a courageous independent human,
with that first step taken,
just in front of me.

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(Father Poems) ... And The Sugar Moms Have Also Cashed In On The Ever Increasing Demand For Sex With Children

I'm walking side by side
In the streets with my wife
She's gorgeous she's the greatest
Thing tha's ever happened to my wife
We walk side by side
It's marvelous Sunday afternoon
We hold hands never in the history
Of this town was a happier couple seen
I'm thinking of buying my wife a Ferrari
She must be given a palace this summer
I must thank her for all the love
She has given me and then
It happens and my dreams
Are shattered and I must
Go back to the drawing board again
And re-examine the reason for our marriage
And I must sit down and ask myself why
The woman(She was the daughter of a principal)
I wanted to marry woke up and set herself on fire
A day after I told her that I was no longer
Going to marry her
And I must ask the marriage counsellors
Why there was that painful look of
Betrayal on her unhappy to death face
And I must not forget to interrogate my
Mother she owes me an explanation and she
Must tell me why she raged and forbid me
Marry the departed lady of my choice
And threatened to excommunicate me form
The family if I did not marry the woman I
Did not want to marry of her arranged marriage
And I must watch what's going on right in front
Of my disbelieving eyes 'cause the look of terror
Has crept into my wife's eyes and boy she's like
A cornered tigress and she's trapped and the boy
Who is the same age as my son is hurling
Insults and words of abuse at her
And he accuses her and he says it's
Payback time and he demands to go to bed
With her and he threatens her with litigation
And he says she must go to bed with him as agreed
And my wife flees into unknowns of the world
And out of our marriage
And I stare at her fleeing figure
And I kneel down and I pray for
The souls of the young boys who're
Their toy boys and the sugar moms who have
Also cashed in on the ever increasing demand
For sex with children and really they're doing
Well for themselves their husbands are proud of them
The score is equal they have learned well the lesson
From their own husband's philandering ways

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At The End Of The Day, You Just Listen

stepping inside the room
you close the same door
sleep on the same bed
but this time, think of someone else,
something else, nothing extraordinary really,
something lovely, and indifferent,
something about dreams that never come true,
those years, wasted time,
leaves that do not serve any purpose
falling on the ground, rotten,
gone.
you accept these as part of you.
and then you
soundly sleep.

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The Day She Was Born

I remember so vividly the day you were born
That day seemed like it would never end
I prayed you would come to the world safe
and I prayed my mother would come with you
I prayed and I prayed
The first time I held you in my arms
I felt the power of a sister bond
your face glowed with a divine light
the prints on your palms were delicately printed
there were soft stroked of curly black hair decorating your tiny head
When you opened your dark brown eyes
I then realized who I was holding in my arms
My sister, own sister
my little sister
On that day I vowed
to protect you with all my life
to provide you with life
and to be with you all throughout my life..

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Till The End Of The Day

Baby, I feel good
From the moment I arise
Feel good from morning
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Yeah, you and me
We live this life
From when we get up
Till we go sleep at night
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Yeah, I get up
And I see the sun up
And I feel good, yeah
cause my life has begun
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

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Today's the Day

Perhaps today's the day that I break free
Free from the hustle that comes each day
Free from distractions that lead me astray
Perhaps I can be what I'm made to be

Perhaps today's the day I'll choose to move
Move beyond the past into tomorrow
Move with purpose in the way I should go
Perhaps I'll believe I've nothing to prove

Perhaps today's the day I'll find my peace
Peace like a stream flowing fresh to my soul
Peace that brings new meaning and makes me whole
Perhaps that assurance will never cease

Perhaps today's the day I'll hear Your voice
So clearly that my heart will have no choice

If today's the day I'm finally free
May I be free to run and tell the world
With Your banner of love proudly unfurled
For today's the day You have set me free

If today's the day I finally move
May I move boldly toward holy life
Allowing You to guide me through the strife
As I dance for joy for You've made me move

And, if today's the day I find Your peace
May I promote that peace to all I meet
Living in peace and loving those I greet
As I gratefully give others Your peace

If today's the day I will hear Your voice
May I know it and may my heart rejoice

((March 7th,2010))

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The Price You Pay

You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on to an open road you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And in one last breath they built the roads theyd ride to their death
Driving on through the night, unable to break away
From the restless pull of the price you pay
(chorus)
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Now theyd come so far and theyd waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of day
And youve gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
(chorus)
Little girl down on the strand
With that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start, you better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay,
And girl before the end of the day,
Im gonna tear it down and throw it away

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The Price You Pay

(bruce springsteen)
You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on through an open road you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And then with their last breath
They built the roads they would ride to their deaths
Driving on through the night unable to break away
>from the restless pull of the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Now theyve come so far and theyve waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day
And you gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Little girl down on the strand
With that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start
You better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line
A stranger passin through put up a sign
That counts so many fallen away
To the price you pay,
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay

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Tip For The Day

Somewhere in your conversation,
You have forgetten to mention...
It was you who took my attention,
And walked out on me!
You weren't around,
To see how low I had gotten.
Or what it took for my slow recovery!

Struggles to maintain my dignity and faith,
Brought demonic smiles upon some faces.
You provided liberties to humiliate and disgrace me.
And I asked God to forgive you and my thoughts.
As well as the hatred within me I could not shake.
Or seem to chase.
While I faked and masqueraded my heartache!

So by chance today we meet!
And I greet you with self-assuredness,
Proudly standing on my feet.
You appear to me to be weakened...
And abused by a defeat!
You feel that I am thoughtless,
Self-centered and full of my own conceit?

Those 'niceities' expressed,
Do not feed my appetite!

I would not say I am thoughtless at all!
For several years I've given you much thought!
I remember your tantrums and attitudes.
And the misery you brought!

And then one day,
You and they were released completely.
And every lesson I have learned,
You have taught!
I would say you had been quite the teacher for me.
Leaving me something I had not sought!

Self-centered?
I can never be that way.
My wishes, wants and needs...
Have released you from my dreams once displayed.
In days now gone!

Whatever the desire is that keeps you fantasizing...
Don't let them hurt you,
Or desert you in promises unkept...
Or distanced from being ever fulfilled.
If you have to become bitter to overcome disappointment?
Do whatever it takes to get your emotions completely healed.

That's my 'Tip For The Day' as a motto for my life.
Feel free to use it!
Now go away!
My happiness is being irritated!

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The day we said goodbye

"The day we said goodbye"
(Narrative Poem)
I was sitting in the far corner of the room
I was thinking about you how you are in pain
I was hoping and praying that you come back to us again
I asked God to give us a chance to take care of you as you take care of your children.
I have so much faith in my heart that God will grant my prayers as He always did.
But as I was pondering about of what will happen then if God will take you that time there was an urge for me to go to the bed where you lay fighting for life.
I kiss your cheek and rub your forehead lovingly hoping it will ease some pain you are suffering telling you you're not alone you are accompanied by so many.
As I was saying those words you nod your head to me I thought you came back but that was the last time I saw you move as I looked at you
You're not breathing anymore.
I rubbed my eyes hoping I was wrong but indeed! "MAMA YOU'RE DEAD"!
I walked away quietly surprisingly I was very calmed I told my sisters to call the nurses.
They asked me why? I can not said the horrible words I just sat back again in the corner where I was still hoping I was wrong that you are still breathing.
The nurses came and said "She is gone". They called the doctor and he said the same..."She is gone".
Mama I never thought that was my last kiss for you
The last words I uttered "I love you Ma".
The day we said goodbye is the day you died.
Every time I think of your death I feel like a sharp knife pierce to the deepest chamber of my heart.
I long to hear your voice even you're upset
I long to hug you sometimes teased you
I long to take you with me hoping I give you some happiness
I long to show you love I know I did not showed you enough
I long to tell you I LOVE YOU with all my heart
But I know it is just all longings nothing more I can do
I know you're with the LORD and with Papa and Kuya
I hope you're still watching us even from afar
And I hope you help me cope with this longing I am feeling inside
MAMA you are always my guiding light I know even from heaven you still give us your love.
No one can give us love beyond this life but you my beloved MAMSI.

Written……11-11-2012

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The Day The Earth Stood Still

Travelling to other planets,
Will not allay your fears,
Believe me when I tell you,
This is going to end in tears.

I gave you all you needed,
On my planet Earth,
But The planet's now eroding fast,
You've nowhere left to berth.

You're destroying all my animals,
The trees and flowers too,
As the Earth is slowly dying,
The blame all lies with you.

The oceans and the rivers,
To all life I had them suited,
Then I introduced the human race,
Now they're poisoned and polluted.

The Earth was self sufficient,
Until humans happened by,
You're intent on ruining life on Earth,
Could someone tell me why?

You really thought you knew it all,
Of brains you are bereft,
Your attitude really does appal,
As there are no resources left.

I gave you every chance to learn,
Conservation is the answer,
But you decided differently,
Now Earth's suffering from a cancer.

A cancer sometimes can be cured,
But swift action must be taken,
You've ignored my early warning signs,
My advice you have forsaken.

Despite the state my planet's in,
It is sickeningly funny,
Instead of trying to solve your ills,
You are still obsessed with money.

Instead of looking to the sky,
To try to ease your woes,
Look at the extinctions here,
They're everywhere man goes.

All you've done is fight and kill,
From the day of your induction,
You seem to know no other way,
True masters of destruction.

Why would I allow you all,
To do the same again,
You've never listened to my words,
All you've did is cause me pain.

So prepare yourself for doomsday,
To annihilation you are addicted,
Remember all your agony,
Is totally self inflicted?

When I gave you all the gift of life,
With intelligence you were endowed,
But you failed to use it wisely,
No more waste will be allowed.

There will be no solar travel,
For reasons you are fully aware,
You are the masters of your downfall,
My planet has been stripped bare.

You will never do the same again,
That I will ensure,
The reason I won't let you,
Is prevention's better than cure.

So forget about your pipedreams,
They'll be fossilised in granite,
My solar system's out of bounds,
You won't destroy another planet.

Your time on Earth is over now,
Even though it was quite brief,
You have caused such massive damage,
Your extinction will bring relief.

Every other form of life,
Will survive when you are gone,
The elimination of human beings,
Will bring a brand new dawn.

The Earth will come alive again,
All life will then re-nourish,
With humans now an afterthought,
My planet will then flourish.

God is your master here on Earth,
It is I who dictates the pace,
I'll determine what the future holds,
Not you the human race.

I hate everything you stand for,
You have acted against my will,
So the day you become extinct will be,

‘' The Day The Earth Stood Still ‘'

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Patrick White

The Black Angel

The black angel in my blood tells me it's time to die, go, disappear
from myself into the next loveless oblivion
like rainwater down a snake's hole. The black angel
in my heart laughs and reminds me how worthless I am
to any of these who keep dying like rivers in a desert
everytime I look to see if there's anything real to drink
behind the mirage of their smiles. Look how they all salt their own gardens,
killing anything green that had a chance to grow
with their incessant no no no to anything
that isn't a straitjacket they ripped off one of their mental dolls. My heart
says die, my heart, too hurt to cry on any more fires, says die
and be done with all these shifting sands and lies
that look like life but turn out to be nothing more than nothing more,
black match heads trying to bloom in the dark, extinct flowers
cut off at the root of being by their own refusal to open.

No is their own rejection; no is the mirror returning their own reflection
like a passport at a border to a face that isn't enough
to be admitted in, to cross the threshold, to enter, flowing,
the sea. And yet they all say they want to know, want to be
more than the adolescent outside the dollar-store, peering
penniless through the window, over
the monkey-bars of a baby buggy. My God, how they cheep in their shells
at the chance of any real sky outside the cramped confines
of their postered walls. But show up like a crack,
show up looking anything like liberation and growth,
and everyone chickens back into the coop, wingless and terrified
in the shadow of the hawk high overhead
riding the wind for the joy of it. Frauds and imposters,
day-old dainties in a bakery-window singing lead
in a choir of flies. And the demons within me scoff,
and the black angel comes forward out of the miscarried dream,
carrying the dead child that gave its life to believe in them
and asks me if I've had enough of their toxic ordinariness,
their insistent tainting of the secret wells it took so long
to divine on the moon with a broken water-wand. Idiot children
peering out of the shattered windows of an abandoned orphanage
like tiny eyeless idols waiting the return of a huge blind god
that can't see to sign their creation. And it isn't judgment, it isn't
any lack of compassion or understanding
that wants to thaw their glass tears and heal
the home-made tattoos that puncture their hearts
with dirty needles of ink, it isn't feeling above or beyond them
that turns the life-boat into a floating hearse crammed with moaning ghosts;
it's watching them look for salvation among the sharks
that devour them one by one
in a frenzied graveyard of fins. Tonight, so alone, so dispirited, so
uselessly empty, a suicidal clown in a tentful of humorless junkies,
I weep into my own hands like a man
trying to wash off his own face in the acids of a private hell so complete
death is the only rumour of a messiah
these black winds whisper in the ashes
of everything I wanted to be. What's the use of love, what's
the good that comes of wasting a lifetime learning to care,
learning to give and killing yourself off to give more,
giving away your eyes, your heart, soul, hands, blood, time, talent,
until exhausted and immaculately impoverished
you don't know what you've got left to give
when everyone's smearing lipstick on their rectums
and sewing their mouths shut
so nothing real or true gets said
when they tell you how much they appreciate
the generosity of your death
and ask for more before you're buried in their bull.

And I listen and I listen and I listen with my ears and mind and heart
until their small doomed stars are splinters of glass in my own eyes,
their pain mine, their healing mine, their fate my own
until the dagger's buried in the wound of my own being so deeply
I alone am left to the business of dying over and over again
in this solitude of regenerative hell
where to ask for a dropp of blood in return, a touch, a smile, a last embrace,
one word of genuine love
to ease the fear of the passing
is to be refused with honey and cunning, is to learn, bitterly
that all you gave as a gift
is taken in theft
and fenced in the seedy pawnshops of their pedestrian greed.
Look, there's my heart in a greasy window, over-priced, almost
the cost of a new one with a guarantee, and there
by the chipped plaster of a mantlepiece wolf
howling at a nicotine moon, the soul
I squandered like a sudden flashflood
on a dry creekbed that said it was going nowhere.

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Come Dance with Me - Parody Christopher Marlowe - Come Live with Me and be My Love

Come dance with me and find release,
howl to the moon, with wild wolves run,
no nightmares now as heart finds peace, -
a stellar future crowned with fun
shall underwrite harvest increase
two reap together, story spun
from morn to night as worries cease,
while one and one at last make one.

Come dance we'll circumnavigate
the seven seas as zephyr’s breeze
anticipates and may translate
past cares to luck which soul strings frees.
Harp, Terpsichore shall play as Fate
unwinds past phantom_mime banshees,
life’s letter stamps ‘reciprocate’
inventing new realities.

Come dance with me, unlearn life’s woe
owe only to your inner voice
as chivalry and honour flow -
no need to justify your choice.
Slow motion – Time stood still – will throw
away wait’s weights as both rejoice
in unexpected overthrow
of anchors as trim sails we hoist.

Come dance with me, no strings attached –
except of harp or violin -
devotion, eloquence unmatched,
will shed all lies of ties that sin.
Thus inner doors may be unlatched,
as new dimensions open in
embracing wave which saves unscratched
soul stirred from hibernation’s bin.


Come dance with me, endearing smile
will echo caring, sharing, joy,
while Lara’s theme will reconcile
true love to trust, no wiles employ.
Tiara crowned Princess no guile
may meet who, sweet, greets verse employ
as an expression timed to dial
away Time’s hands all else destroy.

Come dance with me, no judgment blind
will claim, will, blame, will shame, reject, -
all icicles soon left behind
Spring’s robin sings you’re soul elect.
From past which could be less unkind
we’ll destination fly direct
where all but lines are underlined,
no need for conduct circumspect.

Come dance, together we’ll unlearn
the past’s mistakes, to future fair
to promised land hand, hand, will turn
with light and laughter everywhere.
The seasons slip by, none return,
yet bird’s song echoes, in your hair
may make its nest, chirp soft, not spurn,
and answer questions pondered there.

Come dance with me, I’ll hold you tight,
In tenderness which knows no bounds,
Restoring hidden wings for flight
Tears soon shall ceasee, – for fears no grounds.
Here magic, comfort, and respite,
there melody received resounds,
acceptance and contentment quite
unmeasured pleasure ache impounds.

Come dance with me, and we will learn
what makes lips tingle, goose-bumps rise,
what makes spine shiver, plush blush burn
each day will bring some fresh surprise.
Eyes Isis envies will discern
from green to blue each spark that flies,
as touch, from glitter fairy’s fern
may guide, not steer, still share concern.

Come dance with me, I’ll always keep,
my word - a promise from my heart -
integrity runs very deep,
each part of each need never part.
Thus whether way is slope or steep
Until Earth’s end – which sings fresh start –
alert I’d watch awake, asleep,
protecting dreams from sudden start.

Come dance, from trap or golden cage,
forever free to spread your wings
in harmony which knows nor rage,
nor stings nor slaps, - where spirit sings
in ecstasy as, turning page,
we’ll Autumn sage and Summer’s swings
unite as, taking center stage,
Spring warmth from Winter’s tumult springs.

Come dance, your silent grace shall show
how one above, below, unique
shines out, from shadows free, whose glow
pre-empts necessity to speak.
From yesterdays the future’s flow
shall still remember tender cheek,
yet turn towards joy’s overflow,
life liberate from sadness, pique.

Come dance to tune which wounded heart
returns to health and inspiration
we’ll reel, we’ll heal, real hopes may chart
beyond old altar’s altercation.
Past struggles’ tide and tears depart,
as sun and moon anticipation
eliminate invasive dart,
while heralding emancipation.

Come dance with me, we’ll share the key
that opens inspiration’s portal
uncover wellspring’s latency -
spirit infinite, immortal, -
find answers to eternity
withheld from passing shadow mortal
as soul’s connection as one we
establish, spurn deceptions’ maw well.

Come dance with me, I’ve said before, -
who twice ten thousand lines could add, -
and here repeat for one time more
ambition plain: to turn sad glad.
If this sweet song your pleasure move
this greeting was inscribed Above
all let and hindrance swift remove –
come live with me and be my love …

3 February 2007
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THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kittle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle,

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull.
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy-buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each My morning,
If these delights thy mind may move,
then live with me and be my love.

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COME LIVE WITH ME - THE NYMPH'S REPLY
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither - soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs, -
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

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THE BAIT
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.
And there th'enamoured fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun, or moon, thou darkenest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net:

Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleave silk flies
Bewitch poor fishes' wandering eyes.

For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait,
That fish, that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.

John DONNE 1572_1631 donn02_0003_marl01_0002 PXX_JMX
Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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THE SHEPHERD TO HIS FAIR ONE
To Phillis, to love and live with him

Live, live with me, and thou shalt see
The pleasures I'll prepare for thee:
What sweets the country can afford
Shall bless thy bed, and bless thy board.

The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed,
With crawling woodbine over-spread:
By which the silver-shedding streams
Shall gently melt thee into dreams.

Thy clothing next, shall be a gown
Made of the fleeces' purest down.
The tongues of kids shall be thy meat;
Their milk thy drink; and thou shalt eat
The paste of filberts for thy bread
With cream of cowslips buttered:
Thy feasting-table shall be hills
With daisies spread, and daffadils;
Where thou shalt sit, and Red-breast by,
For meat, shall give thee melody.

I'll give thee chains and carcanets
Of primroses and violets.
A bag and bottle thou shalt have,
That richly wrought, and this as brave;
So that as either shall express
The wearer's no mean shepherdess.
At shearing-times, and yearly wakes,
When Themilis his pastime makes,
There thou shalt be; and be the wit,
Nay more, the feast, and grace of it.

On holydays, when virgins meet
To dance the heys with nimble feet,
Thou shalt come forth, and then appear
The Queen of Roses for that year.

And having danced ('bove all the best)
Carry the garland from the rest,
In wicker-baskets maids shall bring
To thee, my dearest shepherdling,
The blushing apple, bashful pear,
And shame-faced plum, all simp'ring there.

Walk in the groves, and thou shalt find
The name of Phillis in the rind
Of every straight and smooth-skin tree;
Where kissing that, I'll twice kiss thee.

To thee a sheep-hook I will send,
Be-prank'd with ribbands, to this end,
This, this alluring hook might be
Less for to catch a sheep, than me.

Thou shalt have possets, wassails fine,
Not made of ale, but spiced wine;
To make thy maids and self free mirth,
All sitting near the glitt'ring hearth.

Thou shalt have ribbands, roses, rings,
Gloves, garters, stockings, shoes, and strings
Of winning colours, that shall move
Others to lust, but me to love. -

These, nay, and more, thine own shall be,
If thou wilt love, and live with me.

Robert HERRICK 1591_1674 herr01_0007_marl01_0002 PXX_LXX
Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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COME LIVE WITH ME AND BE MY LOVE
Come, live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
That chance employment may afford.

I’ll handle dainties on the docks
And thou shalt read of summer frocks:
At evening by the sour canals
We’ll hope to hear some madrigals.

Care on thy maiden brow shall put
A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot
Be shod with pain: not silken dress
But toil shall tire thy loveliness.

Hunger shall make thy modest zone
And cheat fond death of all but bone –
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

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Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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ATLANTIC CITY IDYLL
Come bet with me and be my luck
and bring me gimlets tart with lime.
We’ll chase the wily holy buck
and toss the dice and sneer at time.
And we will dazzle in our clothes
and neon dazzle us as well.
We’ll strike a sleek and moneyed pose,
we’ll yell a blithe, ecstatic yell
until at last we’ve squandered all,
shot the wad and maxed the cards,
until we’ve quaffed till dawns appall
and hoarse are velvet-throated bards.
Come stroll with me and be my muse
of feckless hope and vain desire.
On the boardwalk the huckster woos
and Armless Annie tongues her lyre.

Kate BENEDICT 19xx_20xx bene02_0001_marl01_0002 PWX_JXX
Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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THE DISPASSIONATE SHEPHERDESS
Do not live with me, do not be my love.
And yet I think we may some pleasures prove
That who enjoy each other, in the haste
Of their most inward kissing, seldom taste.

Being absent from me, you shall still delay
To come to me, and if another day,
No matter, so your greeting burn as though
The words had all the while been picked in snow.

No other gift you'll offer me but such
As I can neither wear, nor smell, nor touch -
No flowers breathing of evening, and no stones
Whose chilly fire outlasts our skeletons.

You'll give me once a thought that stings, and once
A look to make my blood doubt that it runs.
You'll give me rough and sharp perplexities,
And never, never will you give me ease.

For one another's blessing not designed,
Marked for possession only of the mind,
And soon, because such cherishing is brief,
To ask whereon was founded our belief.

That there was anything at all uncommon
In what each felt for each as man and woman -
If this then be our case, if this our story,
Shall we rail at heaven? Shall we, at the worst, be sorry?

Heaven's too deaf, we should grow hoarse with railing,
And sorrow never quickened what was failing.
But if you think we thus may pleasures prove,
Do not live with me, do not be my love.

Babette DEUTSCH 1895_1982 deut01_0001_marl01_0002 PXX_LXX
Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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BACCHANAL
“Come live with me and be my love, ”
He said, in substance. “There’s no vine
We will not pluck the clusters of,
Or grape we will not turn to wine.”

Its autumn of their second year.
Now he, in seasonal pursuit,
With rich and modulated cheer,
Brings home the festive purple fruit;

And she, by passion once demented,
- That woman out of Botticelli –
She brews and bottles, unfermented,
The stupid and abiding jelly.

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Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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LOVE UNDER THE REPUBLICANS (OR DEMOCRATS)
Come live with me and be my love
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of a marriage conducted with economy
In the Twentieth Century Anno Donomy.

We’ll live in a dear little walk-up flat
With practically room to swing a cat
And a potted cactus to give it hauteur
And a bathtub equipped with dark brown water.

We’ll eat, without undue discouragement,
Foods low in cost but high in nouragement
And quaff with pleasure, while chatting wittily,
The peculiar wine of Little Italy.

We’ll remind each other its smart to be thrifty
And buy our clothes for something-fifty.
We’ll bus for miles on holidays
For seas at depressing matinees,

And every Sunday we’ll have a lark
And take a walk in Central Park.
And one of these days not too remote
You’ll probably up and cut my throat.

Ogden NASH 1902_1971 - Verses from 1929 On
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THE PASSIONATE PROFITEER TO HIS LOVE
Come feed with me and be my love,
And pleasures of the table prove,
Where Prunier and The Ivy yield
Choice dainties of the stream and field.

At Claridge thou shalt duckling eat,
Sip vintages both dry and sweet,
And thou shalt squeeze between thy lips
Asparagus with buttered tips.

On caviare my love shall graze,
And plump on salmon mayonnaise,
And browse at Scott’s beside thy swain
On lobster Newburg with champagne.

Between hors d’oeuvres and canapés
I’ll feast thee on poularde soufflé
And every day within thy reach
Pile melon, nectarine and peach.

Come share at the Savoy with me
The menu of austerity;
If in these pastures thou wouldst rove
Then feed with me and be my love.

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KATZIN Olga Miller 1896_1987 katz01_0009_marl01_0002 PXX_JLX
Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
I love thee - I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee - I love thee!
Is all that I can say.

I love thee - I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee - I love thee!
A thousand maids among.

I love thee - I love thee!
Thy bright and hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance.
I love thee - I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.


Thomas Hood 1799_1845
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Parody Christopher MARLOWE 1564_1593
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A MICROSCOPIC SERENADE
“Oh come, my love, and seek with me
A realm by grosser eye unseen,
Where fairy forms will welcome thee,
And dainty creatures hail thee queen.
In silent pools the tube I’ll ply,
Where green conferva-threads lie curled,
And proudly bring to thy bright eye
The trophies of the protist world.

We’ll rouse the stentor from his lair,
And gaze into the cyclops ’ eye;
In chara and nitella hair
The protoplasmic stream descry,
For ever weaving to and fro
With faint molecular melody,
And curious rotifers I’ll show,
And graceful vorticellidae.

Where melicertae ply their craft
We’ll watch the playful water-bear,
And no envenomed hydra’s shaft
Shall mar our peaceful pleasure there;
But while we whisper love’ssweettale
We’ll trace, with sympathetic cart,
Within the embryonic snail
The growing rudimental heart.

Where rolls the volvox sphere of green,
And plastids move in Brownian dance -
If, wandering ‘mid that gentle scene,
Two fond amoebae shall perchance
Be changed to one beneath our sight
By process of biocrasis,
We’ll recognise, with rare delight,
A type of our prospective bliss.

Or dearer thou by far to me
In thy sweet maidenly estate
Than any seventy-fifth could be,
Of aperture however great!
Come, go with me and we will stray
Through realm by grosser eye unseen,
Where protophytes shall homage pay,
And protozoa hail thee queen.”

“Jacob HENRICI” Scribners November 1879
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THE PASSIONATE HOUSEHOLDER TO HIS LOVE

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As The Day Was Passing

The waves lapped gently to the shore
as a flotilla of sailboats rested
in corridors on the water
with their white sails stained crimson
by the setting sun
an evocative silence cloaked each and every one
as they nudged against their mooring
to each gentle wave that passed by.
A tourniquet of lovers
stood watching by the shore
as the day was passing
to be with us no more.


13 October 2009

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From The Moment You Awakened

From the moment you awakened,
To face a new day.
As fresh as the leaving,
Of scented morning dew.
It was you who made decisions,
To address as you presented yourself...
With choices you alone made.

From the moment you awakened,
Until you made accusations...
To place blame on someone else,
For that which you alone chose to do...
Is to say to anyone within listening distance,
From the moment you awakened...
To face the day,
You premeditated to find excuses to make.

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