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I was an avid radio fan when I was a boy, as well as a great lover of comic strips.

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When I was a boy and the world was young (Pushkin sonnet)

When I was a boy and the world was young
in my boyhood with immature fancies
still long before you did come along
there were no girlfriends or enemies,

the government send me off to war
to fight enemies I did not deplore
and when you were there with another;
to fight for him, for you and even her,

although everything I was giving
there was some men that I could not save,
without a question I had to be brave
but did my best at my task to stay living

and there they died for someone else's tranquillity,
while the horrors of war is still with and in me.

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When i was a boy

Up in the attic where I slept
When I was a boy, a little boy,
In through the lattice the moonlight crept,
Bringing a tide of dreams that swept
Over the low, red trundle-bed,
Bathing the tangled curly head,
While moonbeams played at hide-and-seek
With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek -
When I was a boy, a little boy!

And, oh! the dreams - the dreams I dreamed!
When I was a boy, a little boy!
For the grace that through the lattice streamed
Over my folded eyelids seemed
To have the gift of prophecy,
And to bring me glimpses of times to be
When manhood's clarion seemed to call -
Ah! that was the sweetest dream of all,
When I was a boy, a little boy!

I'd like to sleep where I used to sleep
When I was a boy, a little boy!
For in at the lattice the moon would peep,
Bringing her tide of dreams to sweep
The crosses and griefs of the years away
From the heart that is weary and faint to-day;
And those dreams should give me back again
A peace I have never known since then -
When I was a boy, a little boy!

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When I Was A Boy

When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
When I was a baby I hadnt a care in the world,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
But now Im a man, my troubles fill my head,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
But now Im a man, I wish that I were dead.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
When I was a boy I had the mind of a boy,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
But now Im a man, aint got no mind at all,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
When I was in my teens I had my share of dreams,
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
But now Im a man, aint got no dreams at all.
My how time rushes by,
My how time rushes by,
The moment youre born you start to die,
The moment youre born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
Time waits for no man,
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
And your lifes spent, its over before you begin.
As I sit here at my window,
As I sit here at my window,
My life comes back to me,
My life comes back to me,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long since the good days,
Its been so long.
Its been so long.
And I count up all the wasted years,
And I count up all the wasted years,
The hopes and the fears,
The hopes and the fears,
The laughs and the tears,
The laughs and the tears,
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder what went wrong.

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There was a Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone,
Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;
And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands
Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth
Uplifted, he, as through an instrument,
Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls,
That they might answer him.--And they would shout
Across the watery vale, and shout again,
Responsive to his call,--with quivering peals,
And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud
Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild
Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause
Of silence such as baffled his best skill:
Then, sometimes, in that silence, while he hung
Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise
Has carried far into his heart the voice
Of mountain-torrents; or the visible scene
Would enter unawares into his mind
With all its solemn imagery, its rocks,
Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received
Into the bosom of the steady lake.
This boy was taken from his mates, and died
In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old.
Pre-eminent in beauty is the vale
Where he was born and bred: the churchyard hangs
Upon a slope above the village-school;
And, through that church-yard when my way has led
On summer-evenings, I believe, that there
A long half-hour together I have stood
Mute--looking at the grave in which he lies!

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A Live Kitty and a Puppy Atop a T.V.!

A live kitty
And a live puppy
Atop a TV!

I placed a kitty;
Also a puppy,
Atop a TV
Box – my ditty!

But there wasn’t much place;
They could not fit the base;
Each had a lovely face;
My eyes began to gaze!

The kitty girl was smart,
And sat as if by art;
The puppy boy was small
And slept until my call!

Cute little animals
Looking so lovely;
To make them sit there,
Wasn’t that easy!

I coaxed them to do it;
When one sat, the other stood;
Both had to pose,
For my photo, close.

The kitty mewed;
The puppy whined;
They never liked
The narrow place!

The kitty black
Sat with duck-back!
For puppy slack,
I knew not the knack

The light was dull;
Shadows were full;
But both were still,
After some drill.

At last, I clicked a photograph!
It came out well after all;
It wasn’t so clear;
Behind, there was the wall!

And this was done
When I was a boy;
How well they adjust,
Animals, when young!

Like puppies and kittens,
Children too are so innocent;
They do not carry ill-will;
Love looking o’er the window-sill.

The kitty and the puppy
Remained very happy;
They licked the milk together,
From the same container!

They chased each other, playing;
And sometimes even biting;
The kitten mewed and snarled;
The pup would bark and bite.

Young children too are like-wise;
To talk with, they are nice;
They love to eat and play;
From dawn to dusk, throughout the day.

They fight over little things;
Unlike adult earthlings
Forgiving others soon;
Admire the Moon!

And children love small kittens,
And caress them with love;
And like to wear mittens,
Or keep warm ’fore the stove.

And children love small puppies,
And play with them for long;
And tease them to have fun,
And make them to even run.

Alas! Adults are different;
They fight for everything;
They will not forgive others,
Nor forgive their brothers.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-7-2008

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At Noon When Everyone Is Gone

the silence in the office is like the silence of
the catacombs
someone drops a pin and every stone hears it

it is also like the silence of the dormitory
that evening of December 25
when all the lights were turned off
when the prefect was asleep
when what you hear was the buzzing sound of
that old olive green ceiling fan
when what you did was read a novel
that did not interest you anymore

that time you wrote a poem for her.

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When I Was Young

When I was a young I was impressionable
I believed everything to me that was told
But then suddenly in miracles I stopped believing
That was the day that I grew old.
I now do not believe in any miracle
As I was taught they do not or cannot exist
From the complex creation of any life
To the formation of a tiny cyst.
So no longer do I walk in amazement
That is created by our world and nature all around
I now know everything can be explained
From a slight touch to the hearing of a sound.
When I was a boy I played with toy soldiers
I played with toy guns and I even played war
But then I grew up and reality it sat in
Now those games I play them no more.
Seashells they do not speak the ocean
The end of a rainbow it holds no pot of gold
Wishes cannot be granted by the first star at night
Sometimes I wish that I didn't grow old.

Randy L. McClave

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When I Was A Young Girl

(A Song of Old Ballads)

WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!

Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!

When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!

When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!

When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!

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Am Radio

The VCR and the DVD
There wasn't none of that crap
Back in 1970

We didn't know about
A world wide web

It was a whole different game being played
Back when I was a kid

You wanna get down
In a cool way?

Just picture yourself on a beautiful day

With the big bell bottoms
And groovy long hair
Justa walking in style
With a portable CD player

No
No...you would listen
To the music on
The AM radio

Yeah...you could hear the music
The AM radio

Flashback to '72
Another summer in the neighborhood
Hanging out with nothing to do

Sometimes
We'd go driving around
In my sister's Pinto
Cruisin' with the windows rolled down

We'd listen to the radio station
We were too damn poor
To buy the 8 track tapes

There wasn't any good time
To want to be inside
My mom would want to watch that TV all night

I'd be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song

You'd have to wait
But you could hear it
On the AM radio

Yeah...you could hear the music
On the AM radio

I can still hear mama say
"Boy...Turn that radio down!"

Things changed back in '75
We were all growing up
On the in
And the outside
We got in trouble with the police man
We got busted
Getting high
In the back of my friend's van

I remember 1977
I started going to concerts
And I saw the Led Zeppelin
I got a guitar
On a Christmas day
I dreamed that Jimmy Page
Would come to Santa Monica
And teach me to play

There isn't any other place that I need to go
There isn't anything that I need to know
That I did not learn from the radio

Yeah when things get stupid
And I just don't know
Where to find my happy

I listen to the music
From the AM radio

(You could hear the music
On the AM radio)

(You could hear the music
On the AM radio)

I like pop and I like soul
I like rock
But I never liked disco

(On the AM radio)

We like pop...We like soul
We like to rock
But we never liked disco

(On the AM radio)

I never liked disco...no I never liked disco

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Joseph Gordon-Levitt

I was such a big Dustin Hoffman fan when I was young.

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In 1918, when I was 6 or 7 years old, radio was just coming into use in the Great War.

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I was also a big Woody Allen fan. When I got into college I listened to Lenny Bruce but it's taken me years to put him into context historically and really get what he did.

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When Love Is Over

Song of Khan Zada

Only in August my heart was aflame,
Catching the scent of your Wind-stirred hair,
Now, though you spread it to soften my sleep
Through the night, I should hardly care.

Only last August I drank that water
Because it had chanced to cool your hands;
When love is over, how little of love
Even the lover understands!

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The day when 'they' killed 'them

It was the bloodiest day
in those long long years;
that day when ‘they’ killed ‘us’
who were the ‘they’ to them.

The next day we buried ours;
fearing as we turned the bodies
to see a known face: friend, relation.

But it was the boy.
His pockets, stuffed with leafy olive twigs;
as he went out to fight for freedom
freedom which did not ask his life.

I did not know that tears
could be so salty on the lips
beyond all bitterness.

*

[taken from a described true incident]

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When I Have Borne In Memory

WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!--am I to be blamed?
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart,
Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed.
For dearly must we prize thee; we who find
In thee a bulwark for the cause of men:
And I by my affection was beguiled:
What wonder if a Poet now and then,
Among the many movements of his mind,
Felt for thee as a lover or a child!

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There Was a Cherry-Tree

There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy --
As when you were a boy.

There was a cherry-tree. The Bluejay sat
His blue against its white -- O blue as jet
He seemed there then!-- But now -- Whoever knew
He was so pale a blue!

There was a cherry-tree -- our child-eyes saw
The miracle:-- Its pure white snows did thaw
Into a crimson fruitage, far too sweet
But for a boy to eat.

There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!--
There was a bloom of snow -- There was a boy --
There was a bluejay of the realest blue --
And fruit for both of you.

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Life Was Easier

Daring myself I think back to when I was young.
When every hurt could be healed with hugs and ice cream.
When problems were hardly dilemmas.
When a broken heart was a skinned knee
And daddy would kiss it and make it better.
When depression was missing a stuffed animal
And mommy would cuddle me and make it better.
When sexual harassment was a boy pulling your hair
And brother would beat him up and make it better.
Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
Losing a stuffed animal is better than losing a love.
A boy pulling your hair is easier to solve than rape.
Why can’t we go back to the time when life was better,
When I didn’t know how hard it was.

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When Children Lose Their Innocence

The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.

When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.

I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.

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On The Retirement Of Ian Thorpe

I heard on the radio in the sports news today
That Ian Thorpe the great swimmer has give competitive swimming away
A winner of nine Olympic medals five of them gold
Of his greatness in story and song we've been told
Australia's greatest ever swimmer if not the World's best
He was never found to be wanting when put to the test
But at twenty four years he said enough for me
At the World Championships and the Olympics him we'll never more see
At the prime of his life one might say a young man
But at top competitive swimming top swimmers do not have a long span
In the World of swimming he is an all time great
And his world Championship and Olympic victories Aussies did celebrate
A world renowned swimmer since he was a boy
And life after competitive swimming may he now enjoy.

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When I Came Home This Morning

Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
When I came home this morning
I got your letter and what it said
I didnt understand
You told me it was over -- au revoir -- see you again sometime
I didnt understand
And overleaf you tell me that you love me...
Meet me on the corner
The usual time -- the usual place
I will be there
Meet me on the corner
Ill see you coming -- then Ill be sure
Sure youll be there
Oh and I wanna tell you that I love you...
I see your face -- I see the night
I love you -- I love you
And deep in my sleep I see your eyes
I love you -- I love you
I stood on the corner
All the cars went sweeping by
Did somebody call me -- no there was no one there
Well Ill go on waiting -- perhaps tomorrow
Another day -- I will be there
Oh and I wanna tell you that I love you...

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