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Back then, everyone was Lana and Rock. No one had ethnic names.

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Everyone Was There

Thinking about senior year
Everyone was here
Playing capture the flag at the park
Didn’t stop ‘til it got dark
And the very next day
Had poison on my arms and legs
And I didn’t even care
Because everyone was there

We were young and stupid
We were wild and crazy
But we didn’t even care
Because everyone was there

Thinking about that one Saturday
Was having fun in our own way
At a friends house we were spending the night
Think that was true? Yeah right
We were partying hard in the field
If my parents found out I’d be killed
But I didn’t even care
Because everyone was there

We were young and stupid
We were wild and crazy
But we didn’t even care
Because everyone was there

Thinking about graduation night
We were all as high as a kite
Laughing about the whole year
And we were all here
Sitting around a bonfire
With a bottle of fire water
And I didn’t even care
Because everyone was there

We were young
And we were so stupid
We were wild
And we were so crazy
We didn’t have a worry or a care
Because everyone was there

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Sing Low, Sweet Cheerio

Forget, remember nothing
The force came from the flame
I pass along the path inside
My light shinning always
We'll get there first a name cried out
And looked back all the way
Recall falling down a lot of time was spent that way
But this story staring me has already begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one
Help me, help please, help me please
The screaming starts again
But the trick I find something hid
You look, you find, I win
While working while the play was on
The play was alright then
Think thought, big thoughts
Take off and go back again next week
Right then my story ended
And a new one had begun
'Cuz I had some vision in my sight
On the journey to be one

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I wish you knew me

i wish you knew me,
like i know you,
we're one in the same,
and one in heart.

some say yes,
some say no,
some say high,
some say low.

you knew me well,
we saw it through,
and back then,
it was me and you.

it was something special,
i know we shared,
but now it's over,
and fallen apart.

i thought it true,
as you lead me through,
and then you left me,
like a ship lost at sea.

i'm gone i'm no more,
and it's plan to see,
i can no longer soar,
it was never meant to be.

my heart is broken,
because of you,
some think it's a joke,
if only you knew...

the sky is the limit,
as i fall down through,
into the depths of hell,
waiting for you.

you'll never know,
how much i care,
until you see me,
standing there.

when time passes,
days by days,
i can't help wonder,
all the same.

never again we'll be the same,
and i'll be left alone,
for once the chance to start to grow,
i couldn't help but walk out that door.

it's not your fault,
it's mine as well,
i'll never be the same,
because we've grown apart.

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Completely thrown

I was startled when facts were made known
I was taken back and completely thrown
I was picked from the streets for violation of modesty
No one heard my pleas and distrusted the honesty

I was picked on simple pretext that I may become threat
I was under wrong illusion and always considered self very great
This was the only reason that my overtures were wrongly taken
Even simple hello was considered as hostile and completely mistaken

I learnt a lesson from this humiliating experience
I was feeling now shame in her presence
She has cut sorry figure many times and asked for pardon
I was angry at her for being letting me down as don

I raised shirt color and moved freely as great lover
I believed in Romeo and was firm believer
I had heard enough of him and worshipped
But I never new that my wings may be clipped

I wanted to open up to her and tell about my feelings
I did not know then she was in and quietly willing
I had made overtures number of times but went unnoticed
I made futile attempts to woo her and get enticed

This was taken as affront to their pride and respect
Her family took it as insult decided quickly to act
I was rounded and roughed up in everybody’s presence
It added to my worry and made so much tense

It brought me almost to the reality and gravity of the situation
Everything was ruled out as no possibility for continuation
She stood firmly behind me and taken care to retrieve the position
We had loved each other and knew it was very good composition

I was now turned and reformed as good lover who knew all ethics
About the ups and down in the game and involvement of all mathematics
The trust and confidence was very much essential and formed basis
Now I was careful and laid some stress or clearly made some emphasis

Some of us are driven to the corner for rejection of offer
They fail to understand the situation and reason to differ
There might be many compelling reasons for saying no
It must be weighed carefully before allowing frustration to grow

To tell the truth requires immense will power and strength
A person can move on with honesty or go to any length
Still it can not be compromised on some of the aspects
As it may involve some of the good or bad acts

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Way Back Then

Like a little puppy, how I would run and prance
The first time I got to wear long corduroy pants
Knickers was the wear until reaching eight
They have been out of fashion since that date

The girls in class wore neat little dresses
Hair of ponytails and long curly tresses
Everyone was friendly, no one was mean
Words were of encouragement, never obscene

An open window would keep us cool
That was air conditioning in our school
No car, no bus, nor a simple mule
Get there by walking that was the rule

The rain turned dirt into a brown liquid mush
That would ooze between my toes like melted slush
Oh what a feeling that was to a young boy of ten
So many memories flow from way back then

A penny would buy me lots of things
Five of them was what happiness brings
We shucked the corn and shelled the peas
And our dear little hearts always said please

The picture show cost a whole thin dime
That was the entertainment at that time
There was the radio with stories and song
Which we would listen to all night long

No super market with its shelves of food
General store furnished the things we chewed
Our water was pulled from a dark deep well
My brother said at the bottom, there lies hell

Missing Church on Sunday was surely a sin
That's what they taught us way back then
Dreaded Polio appeared to be everywhere
The iron lung seemed to be the only care

But by the grace of God we all survived
Then one day in December WWII arrived
Everyone flew into action to do their part
Patriotism and sacrifice came from the heart

Rationing was a hardship but we didn't care
Support of the country was everywhere
The war raged on like it would never end
Every day we would pray and then pretend

They'll be home by Christmas with a world secure
With hopes and wishes that peace would endure
God saw us through to the waning tide
Then the boys returned home with glowing pride

Those were the days when we all stood together
Through thick and thin and all kinds of weather
Many years have passed since way back then
I sure would like to bring them back again

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In The Way Back Then

Seven years ago,
I went back to Canada
after forty-two years.
I walked down a road
to show my wife where I used to live.
The road was built on rolling hills
and as I came over one,
I knew instantly where I was.
Things had changed
in those forty-two years,
some would say
it was unrecognisable
from what I used to know,
but as soon as I started down the hill
things came back like yesterday.
It was as if I had never been away.
Memories of my childhood
instantly sprang to mind.
I found myself seeing things
not as the now,
but there were changes
from the way back then.
The memory flashes
brought a smile to my face
as I could visualise
all the friends I knew then,
the funny incidents that over my life
in the way back then.
All too soon, time
has a way of taking things back
and my memory reclined them
to the back door of my mind.

30 April 2008

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Back Where It Was At

As our years get older
we have that yearning
to peel away those years
going back to the days
that we most enjoyed
back to where it was at.

Where we used to
dance the night away
to our favourite
artist of the day
and each generation
have artists of their own.

In the fifties, the Americans
lead the way with rock and roll
and Elvis was King
falling in his footsteps
other greats followed behind.

In the winter’s snow of February 1959,
the world was shocked
and a generation’s music died
in a plane crash
that claimed three lives.

In the sixties, the British
took the lead
handing out the change
with the Beatles
and the term Beatlemainia was born.

In the seventies Sweden
took the lead with ABBA
becoming the new Kings and Queens
with their catchy lyrics
and sing along songs.

As a testament of those days
back where it was at,
we buy reissued CD’s
to play and play, again
so we can relive once more
a time when we were young
back where it was at.

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If I was Two and Twenty - after Algernon Charles Swinburne- A Match and Thomas Hood - A Catch

This time around is given,
as was the one before,
sins punished, sins forgiven,
who knows what 'lies' in store
in trace race mortals draw
till they withdraw, hence driven,
despite pride's battles striven,
life's finite thread is riven,
we wane, the pain is keen.
This time around is given,
till, wrinkled, we withdraw.

If I was two and twenty,
with soul mate just eighteen,
we'd pleasures taste aplenty
nor censorship, nor sentry
in future evergreen
ignoring landed gentry,
dirt urban elementary,
all options opened gently,
by temporal re-entry
stream energy dream clean.
If I was two and twenty,
life's partner just eighteen.

Then we might blow pollution
to smithereens and seed
some carbon-free solution,
climactic revolution
defeating human greed,
then growth would flow unending,
before, behind, here bending,
straightforwardly defending
minorities agreed
on aims and attributions
all nurturing shared need.

If life were what the rose is
without the thorns to boot,
true loves would link together
through bright or stormy weather
where heart with heart reposes
in bliss, each kiss new root.
From story uneventful
discarding trumps resentful
to glory existential
we'd dance to magic flute.
Door open never closes,
vain envy could confute.

If forty years were shedded
from fearful mortal frame,
with errors past all shredded
and motivations headed
towards no guilty shame,
we'd offer level-headed
approach to chips embedded
life's options multi-threaded,
from cancer free, unleaded
environment we'd claim
essential as clear-headed
we'd redesign life's game.

If life were what the rose is,
true Joy no longer mute.
Were life bud which encloses
enjoyment absolute,
then light as downy feather
we'd float above wild heather.
Unknown would be love's measure,
unending blissful pleasure,
eternity two treasure
unknown would be dispute.
Seeds sown bear fruit, what shows is
fair blossom's good repute.

The mirror life should show is
reflection to transmute
dust into gold, exp[l]oses
snake's apple, rotten fruit.
If thoughts, words, deeds, were ever
identical, life's tune
would harmonize discordant
vibrations, tongues concordant
would soften into sweetness
discovering completeness
yet ne'er obsessed by neatness
could conquer slander mordant;
temptations never-never,
and fly high as the moon.

If twenty two was granted
instead of forty more,
fresh forests could be planted
in paradise enchanted
'to each his needs', restore
opinion free, unslanted,
and equity implanted
as ideal by all wanted
without restrictions chanted
by vested interests sore,
from wiretaps unwarranted
to freedoms all adore.

If thought, words, deeds were never
a hot-air sky balloon.
If we were both immortal,
December mild as June
might be, we'd see life's summer
count each day in its number.
Life would be beauty blessing
each day full dinner dressing,
no lies to be confessing
eternal swim, no plumber
to pull the plug each mortal
fear drained from heart charts soon.

If illness idiopathic
was cured 'neath sun, stars, moon
Death sting-less, Life cocoon,
no human antipathic
as entente telepathic
removed fears psychopathic
we'd versify night, noon,
throw lifelines all find boon,
no conduct enigmatic
reactions harsh, dramatic,
could ever burst balloon
of fête and fun festoon.

If twenty two could focus
sage wisdom age confers,
defusing hocus-pocus
replacing slums with crocus
white, yellow, mauve, prefers,
inventing solar panel,
amusements multichannel
banish obese and scrannel,
end soft soap, fawning flannel.
In_gene_I_us new locus
which to just plan defers,
turns man, mad diplodocus,
to insight naught deters.

Some say: 'Delight may mingle
love, lust, but life, buffoon,
spins Time's wheel all too quickly,
today's bloom soon shades sickly,
tomorrow's tomb is single,
shores shown prove shoals and shingle.'
Their cares prove self-fulfilling,
with worries over-spilling
into haste's waste-chase chilling,
so rare their senses tingle.
and gloom flows out of noon,
all's vain! Life: mirage moon.
But we won't buy that tune!

While youth longs to be older
grasps opportunity
to test strengths, bigger, bolder,
advancing to unfold a
dream perfect to a tee,
Age dwells on lost youth, ponders
mistakes made as mind wanders
from joyful, novel wonders,
to doom gloom first responders
fear soon may fell life's tree.
Life's in eye of beholder,
no immortality
cold Fate our transient folder
will ever guarantee.

Were there no dearth of readers
on earth here, how delighting!
Our writing all adoring,
vocations pure restoring,
in high demand as breeders,
would poets every nighting
Gails brave, or Joys, or Ledas,
no dearth of readers sighting.

Regretfully our leaders'
priorities seem fighting,
backbiting and exporting,
exploiting and deporting,
so altruistic pleaders
must elsewhere underwriting
seek sustenance, indicting
lacklustre lusting leaders
whose all too frequent lapses
show judgement which collapses
when tested, which perhaps is
sign they fail all, the bleeders,
due more to faulty wiring
than that of their conceders.

If she were fairy ditty,
and I an airy rhyme,
we'd keep this up for ever,
nor think it very clever,
sense, nonsense, mix themes witty
until the end of time.
If she were fair[l]y pretty,
I not some hot-air rhyme,
But twenty-two? A pity
one can't go back in time,
and daily nitty gritty
seems far from rose sublime.
Fond meetings soon must sever,
from henceforth and forever.
With fields devoured by city
zen themes can't turn cat kitty,
spliced telomeres find kitty
soon spent, scarce worth a dime,
by evolution's climb.

If life were what the rose is
without the thorns to boot,
our loves would link together
in bright or stormy weather
where heart with heart reposes
in bliss, each kiss new root.
If life were, holy Moses!
a rose all could compute.

If, love's seeds sown, pretending
was classified as weed
then there would be no ending
of happiness to feed
shared passion overnightly
grown pyrotechnic brightly
as two through cues insightly
keyed to each other's need,
all bridges would be mending
endeavours all succeed.

Once love's seeds sown, descending
to fertile ground decreed,
we'd spend existence blending
our essences agreed,
see days spin fly-by-nightly
as we, together, tightly
can do no wrong but brightly
tired muscles nightly knead.
Fate, fortune, both befriending,
as on our way we speed.

In city, sandy shingle,
hopes rise, hot air balloon,
time-traveller's cartoon.
In town, or country dingle,
most bubble hopes burst quickly
on meeting cactus prickly,
birth's pride ride soon turns sickly,
lush locks, which flourished thickly,
fall, bride, groom, soon doomed loon.
All ends as empty jingle
for 'slippered pantaloon'.

Age page needs no defending,
dear reader, pray concede
this writer's coda screed.
true expertise well lending
No ruse, one rues contritely,
transforms age to eyes brightly
hued where hewed life-line's nightly
cut short for sluggard, sprightly.
The blues ensues, so, tightly,
attention pay as lightly
our white poetic steed
is reined in recommending
Your pen should now proceed.

(22 April 2010)

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Emily Dickinson

This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies

This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
And lads and girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls;

This passive place a summer's nimble mansion,
Where bloom and bees
Fulfilled their oriental circuit,
Then ceased like these.

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Back Then

I came to want to taste your toes...
Back then!
I came to want to see you bare,
Often!
I begged to kiss your lips.
And mine never resisted.
Today I see your hips have spread.
And just before I go to bed...
I pray you are sleeping,
So my weeping...
You will not hear,
As I fantasize instead!

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Then There Was You!

clouds hanging, frozen still,
banging the tool shed door.
sunlight colors the morning

with a hundred things to do.
cars speed by going nowhere,
the railroad tracks are empty.

the old store building creaks,
the windows boarded over.
the ghosts of small town heroes

going to and fro unseen.
a different world, a different me,
and then there was you!

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Emily Dickinson

He was weak, and I was strong—then

190

He was weak, and I was strong—then
So He let me lead him in—
I was weak, and He was strong then
So I let him lead me—Home.

'Twasn't far—the door was near—
'Twasn't dark—for He went—too—
'Twasn't loud, for He said nought—
That was all I cared to know.

Day knocked—and we must part—
Neither—was strongest—now—
He strove—and I strove—too—
We didn't do it—tho'!

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Then And Now

THEN

He loved her, and through many years,
Had paid his fair devoted court,
Until she wearied, and with sneers
Turned all his ardent love to sport.

That night within his chamber lone,
He long sat writing by his bed
A note in which his heart made moan
For love; the morning found him dead.

NOW

Like him, a man of later day
Was jilted by the maid he sought,
And from her presence turned away,
Consumed by burning, bitter thought.

He sought his room to write--a curse
Like him before and die, I ween.
Ah no, he put his woes in verse,
And sold them to a magazine.

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Not Into a 'Back-Then-When

Betwixt and between.
And no longer am I bothered by it.
Or teased by that which I can do without.

I feel a peace within as I go about my way.
Betrayals and delays of those promises,
Either I made or anticipated in a waiting...
For them to be fulfilled and given,
Are not on an agenda I keep prioritized.
There is something about acceptance,
I now realize and prize.

I am in the 'now' to live.
Not into a 'back-then-when'...
To be wished!

And 'if' you want to dance with that...
You'll have to find another partner.
Those tunes I don't even hum!
Nor do I keep them remembered.

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Emily Dickinson

The Night was wide, and furnished scant

589

The Night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single Star—
That often as a Cloud it met—
Blew out itself—for fear—

The Wind pursued the little Bush—
And drove away the Leaves
November left—then clambered up
And fretted in the Eaves—

No Squirrel went abroad—
A Dog's belated feet
Like intermittent Plush, he heard
Adown the empty Street—

To feel if Blinds be fast—
And closer to the fire—
Her little Rocking Chair to draw—
And shiver for the Poor—

The Housewife's gentle Task—
How pleasanter—said she
Unto the Sofa opposite—
The Sleet—than May, no Thee—

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Way Back Then

Night is falling
Were doing the things we do
You are acting just like me
Im acting just like you
Do you remember
When you were my friend?
Thats the way Id like things
Just like way back then
Babys sleeping
Brother is on the run
I am out undoing
All the good Ive done
If you loved me
Tell you what I would do
Wrap the world in silver foil
Bring it home to you.
Lately I feel
That I cant pretend
I may never ever see
The likes of you again
I take a walk, I come back home
Then I sit a spell
Watch the ponies dance around
The empty wishing well.
Night has fallen
Ive said the things I did
The only baby sleeping
Is when I was a kid
Do you remember
When you were my friend?
Thats the way Id like things
Just like way back then.

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No Turning Back

She was just 19 years old
When she left her home
The morning desert sun was at her back
She knew right then
There would be no truning back
Leaving home was the best thought that she had
But now in a parking lot in washington
She asked to herself what had she done
Earth mother bear and eagle was on the run
Two more nights till colorado
And the scene was done
And if flying back home
Was as easy as the run
She realized the thered be no turning back
Where will you take me?
What will we do?
Where will you take me?
What will we do?
Then a man drove off in a bright white cadillac
She got in that ride and she never came back
She knows what she needs
She said it feels so good to me
She knows what she needs
She said it feels so good to me
Aint no turning back

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Road Signs And Rock Songs

Postcards on the floor
But this pen can't write lonliness no more.
Waking up all alone
On the opposite side of the coast.
I'm commited to insecurity and you.
And love is overated.
It leaves you devistated
Heart ripped in two
Roadside state of mind
Boulevard of broken dreams washed out this time
After time i was lost and looking
But knew i'd never find
What is mine in a world that's so unkind.
And love is overated.
It leaves you devistated.
The only things i know are
Road signs and rock songs and lonely hotel rooms.
But still i need you here, whats new?
It's 6am. las vegas doesn't look so cool
Once the sun come up.
I draw the blinds and i dream of you.
I'm committed to all these memories of you.
And love is overated.
It leaves you devistated.
Love is overrated.

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Granddad and Jean Harlow.

Granddad said he saw
Jean Harlow once
While making deliveries

to the studio lot
and there she was
he said

real hot
just there
and looking my way

and I was struck dumb
my lips stiffened
my eyes were glued

and as she walked by
there was that glint
of unhappiness

that caught my eye
and I wanted
to reach out

a hand and touch
the goddess
of my dreams

but then she was gone
and the delivery made
I made my way

out of the lot
the truck heading
for the gates

the whole panoramic view
behind me
and she

Jean Harlow
back there somewhere
waiting for the next shot

and there was me
leaving that slice
of hell or heaven

the fantasy lot
and Granddad
sitting by the fire

his gaze elsewhere
maybe thinking
of Harlow

just beyond
his sad stare
some where.

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P.s. You Rock My World

p.s. you rock my world
I was at a funeral the day i realised
I wanted to spend my life with you
Sitting down on the steps at the old post office
The flag was flying at half mast
And i was thinkin' 'bout how everyone was dying
And maybe it is time to live
I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do
Walked into the thrif-tee
Saw the man with the hollow eyes
Who didn't give me all my change
But it didn't bother me this time
'cause i know i only got this moment
And it's good
I went to the gas station
Old woman honked her horn
Waiting for me to fix her car
I don't know where we're going
I don't know what we'll do
Laying in bed tonight i was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live

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