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Country Darkness

This tattered document
A mystery you can solve
Some burnt out filament
Flies still buzzing around the bulb
Country Darkness
He thought of traveling
Heard an approaching train
Drown out his desperate pulse
A song with no refrain
Country Darkness
She daydreams of forbidden sins
There must be something more
The prison she lives in
The one with the open door
The veil is covering
A glistening and cruel blade
Suffer little children
Repent, unfaithful maid
Country Darkness

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Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of

I'm not afraid
Of anything in this world
There's nothing you can throw at me
That I haven't already heard

I'm just trying to find
A decent melody
A song that I can sing
In my own company

I never thought you were a fool
But darling look at you
You gotta stand up straight
Carry your own weight
These tears are going nowhere baby

You've got to get yourself together
You've got stuck in a moment
And now you can't get out of it

Don't say that later will be better
Now you're stuck in a moment
And you can't get out of it

I will not forsake
The colors that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks
They left you with nothing

I am still enchanted
By the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears
Through your eyes I can see

And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it's tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don't really need now
My

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You Can't Tell

Now Days you can't tell,
who is the teacher,
who is the student,
you can't tell.

In days of long ago,
teachers stood out,
students would gladly submit,
who is who, you can't tell.

Now Days you can't tell,
who is the parent,
who is the child,
you can't tell.

In days of long ago,
parents passed on morals,
taught their children well,
who is who, you can't tell.

Parents should build strength,
in their children, you can't tell,
who is the child, who is the parent,
children learn this well.

Now Days you can't tell,
bring back intergrity,
look, act, like you should,
so now days, you can tell.

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You Can Take The Wings Off Me

(t. seals, e. setser)
Now Ive never been in with the fast crowd
Ive never been closer than just a little over the line
I know those nights Id find great temptations
I go home to bed alone
Pull the covers up over my mind
I let it go by and said Id save my feelings
But until I met you
I hardly used them at all
I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
Honey you will be the first one
To watch this angel fall
So you can take the wings off me
Lay them down so carefully
Hold me close tonight youll see
I am yours and you can take the wings off me
Oh you can take the wings off me
Oh lay them down so carefully
Oh I should say no
Oh whoah I dont want to
I am yours and you can take the wings off me

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Remote And Unconnected, But You Can Assemble Them Yourself

i must have said it before
and here you are telling me that
someone said it,
sort of pretending that it wasn't me

the church that you destroyed
and built again

i missed the old facade
where God must have been there waiting

you changed the lights
paved the way and made it too smooth for me

what i see is a cheap structure
to my utter dismay

but you are too good to be tackled
too kind to be toppled down

and so i healed the rift with a laughter
that you can never hear

there is still the guilt that lives at the bottom of things
but soon i will dislodge it

it does not deserve my dwelling
which is always waiting for something else for something new

the old clothes are burned
old needles shall use new threads to sew another pattern again

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You can buy reffer

You can buy reffer
In Civil Center Park
Across the street
From the state capital
In Denver.
The capital in the 80s
Was a cruising spot.
This is how bold
Gays can be
When they put
Their backs into it.
In matters of the wedding ring
Only the selfish
Will bring themselves to deny
What by love
Should be tied
An affirmation
Of the love
We hold
Need be bounded
By a band of gold.
In the park
Tower Grove
You can buy a boy
20 years old
This on the south side
Of my fair city St, Louis
You can cruise
Downtown Binghamton
At state St.
You can cruise
Playlinda Beach
On HYWY 406.
Or Montrose
Bird Park
In Chicago
And city hall
In Medford Mass.
I know where
The boys collect
The sperms of others.
I know my brothers
In the life
Who hunts
The bathrooms
Day and night.

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You Can't Lose At Love (Crush Demo)

You can lose at cards
You can lose your keys
You can lose the house or lose the lease
You can lose your car, you can lose the race
You can lose your mind or lose your faith
Take a look around and hear what I've gotta say
You can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
No, you can't lose at love
We could lose the plot
Or we could lose our way
But I ain't going to lose
These ain't good games we're playing
Let me make you an offer too good to refuse
No, you can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
But you can't lose at love
Now we just might roll a seven, these ain't loaded dice
We'll never get to heaven from this driveway tonight
You've heard a million promises that's never come through
Baby I'm telling you we're due
You can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
Chose anything you can dream of
But baby, you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
Cause you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
No, you can't lose at love
Take a chance on me
You can't lose at love
No, you can't lose at love
You can't lose at love
You can't lose
You can't lose

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This Poem Is For You

The ferocious medium of exchange,
My hands did eventually separate from,
My life is a long pillar my dear,
Sustainable in another's life,
I dont have much to plant,
Neither do I have fruit to produce,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you

I would want to make you happy,
To take you where the water is bluest,
To lay you where the grass is greener,
Everything you desire, I wish to provide,
My pockets are empty my dear,
Yet my mind full of words,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you

If would just pick a diamond,
Or maybe it rained gold on me,
The fortune is not on me,
The old legends do not exist anymore,
Should I buy miracles for you,
Your happiness is what I long for,
Should I be a thief to please you,
Or maybe a gambler to buy your smile,
I may not take your out for dinner,
Certainly my love will be deeper,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you

Im not a super hero I know,
Neither the Mr. Nice guy Im sure,
Im not the charmer, nor the sweet guy
Fame exist in exception of me,
My gift are my words,
This poem is for you

I dont pursue prestigious careers,
Neither a pharmacist, nor a bio scientist,
But can walk for you in the mist,
To make you happy, I have no income,
But nomatter the distance, I can come,
Im not a man of many talents,
But im a man of many words,
My gifts are my words,
This poem is for you

Open up your heart,
Younger I know I am,
Open up your heart,
Way out of your league I am,
Open up your heart,
My gifts are my words yes

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You Can Call Me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Dont want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. beerbelly beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I dont find this stuff amusing anymore
If youll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you betty
And betty when you call me
You can call me al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Wheres my wife and family
What if I die here
Wholl be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If youll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you betty
And betty when you call me
You can call me al
Call me al
A man walks down the street
Its a street in a strange world
Maybe its the third world
Maybe its his first time around
He doesnt speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says amen! and hallelujah!
If youll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you betty
And betty when you call me
You can call me al
Call me al

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Nice Work If You Can Get It

George and ira gershwin
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isnt necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
Theres no guarantee that time wont erase his name
The fact is, the only work that really brings enjoyment
Is the kind that is for girl and boys meant
Fall in love you wont regret it
Thats the best work of all if you can get it
Holding hands at midnight
neath the starry sky
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try
Scrolling with the one girl
Sighing after sigh
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if you try
Just imagen someone waiting at the cottage door
Where two hearts become one
Who could ask for more
Loving one who loves you
And taking that vow
Nice work if you can get it
And you can get it if
Wont you tell me how?

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You Can't Give Up On Love

(alan jackson)
You say your heart's been broken
And you just can't win
You say that you'll never love again
Let me tell you friend
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
Looked out my window and what did i see
It's another broken family
The kids are stayin' with mama at home
Daddy's livin' in a house all alone
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
Troubled times make it hard to stay
So many lovers take the easy way
But don't go crazy and jump ship too soon
'cause every day can't be a honeymoon
You can't give up on love
That's the one thing we've got to keep going
'cause it don't come easy and it's so hard to hold
But you can't give up on love
No, you can't give up on love
Oh, you can't give up on love

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Darkness

Everything is black.
It is the light you seem to lack.
You feel completely at peace,
Like all your problems have ceased.
You aren't having to make any choices,
Or hear all those annoying voices.
You're just able to rest.
This feeling is the best.
You suddenly hear a noise,
It sounds like a creature with no poise.
It sounds like a loud crash,
As if someone is making a dash.
The footsteps seem to be getting closer,
While the person tries to become sneakier.
You open your eyes
And to your surprise
There is a stranger staring at you.
You try to think what to do,
But before you can
He reaches out his hand.
You see something gleaming,
You surely think you must be dreaming.
You try to get a look at his face,
But he's just moving at such a hurried pace.
He rushes forward
While you try to move backward.
You back against a wall,
That doesn't stop him at all.
His movements are so fast,
These images are your last.
All you will now witness
Is a horrible darkness.
This darkness is never ending.
For this problem has no mending.

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What You Can Be

Sometimes we can't be the one we want us to be,
The dream that we once mold will always be just dream
Hard work and patience, waiting for the time to see,
The outcome of hardships are never meant to be.

Most people do moan, complain and are feeling blue,
Taking everything as nonsense, no one is to be true.
Time that passes by is tiring and boring too,
Nothing was ever done and hollowness will do.

There are so much chaos, frustrations and strains,
Peace, contentment, happiness are hard to regain.
Sometimes it's simply not possible to get in,
Desperately needed someone just to be within.

But why do we stay in a world of nothingness,
Where you can't find the peace and real happiness
Stand, go out and explore, feel the air that blows,
Be the best, show yourself and ignore the flaws.

Gladden your heart, cleanse your thought, magnify your soul,
Soothe your mind, strengthen with the goodness of all.
Be with your friends, good or bad, please don't be annoyed,
Just be yourself, don't wear a mask and you'll enjoy.

Spark your day, be grateful that you have led a life,
Speak to God, hear Him and you will be inspired.
Earn lots of wisdom from the experience we found,
Boost your confidence and feel no fear around.

For us to have a happy life and peaceful spirit,
We do have to accept that all things, we can't get.
Dreams are to be broken for somebody's best.
Just be open minded, face the task to its greatest.

If you can't be the sun in the sky so blue
Because so much clouds are hiding you so.
Why can't be a comet that falls high and low,
Though you are rare to be seen you'll be magic to view.

We can't all be the flowers that bloom beautifully,
And be the center of attraction for the people to see.
Isn't it more important for you to become and be,
The roots that get water for the flowers to gleam.

Likewise, if I can't be the designer of bridge,
The engineer of buildings and homes to live.
I can be the caretaker of my children's lives,
The molder of their behavior and their desires.

So what's the use of dreaming when images are blurred,
It's better to stop reminiscing and just be tough.
Forget the impossible and be realistic enough,
For us to have peace of mind and be on the top.

Don't lose hope and have courage, still you can be,
Someone with purpose, be productive actively.
Though you stumbled and failed in fulfilling your dream,
Your goal is not to end up, now is the time to begin.

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If You can Keep your Cheese - after Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your cheese while few about you
are holding onto theirs', all envy ease.
If none can get your goat nor cow could doubt you
your scent which, heaven sent, can tell true bries
from gorgonzola, parmesan without you
planning for house mouse contingencies,
or short supply where larder rats may scout to
grind, compromise the tasty rind most please.

If by a whisker cheshire follows trout to
provide fit end for sweet delicacies,
or cheddar meat meal follows leaves no gout to
blur enjoyment, taste buds' harmonies.
If desert heat no threat presents, no pout too
in winter's cold where lizard's blood would freeze,
If neither flood nor drought can mar, throughout you
may triumph over blue mould colonies.

If all kowtow, if none would ever flout you
remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...
if hole in one you score in club you clout to
take golden trophy - competition flees.
If all above's accomplished taste devout, true,
while others fail to prove their expertise,
your's is the world, which elsewhere's up the spout, few
can make their time your rhyme's real_I_tease!

IF - A Writers' Guild Gild Guile Guide
If you can form and not make norms your master,
conformity, performance formal, flame.
If you inform, share, [fl]airing, flow far faster,
yet let not copyright bind tight to shame.
If you treat critic's inconstructive blaster
with humour, beat him at his game's lame claim,
take not to hea[r]t his tumour, bandage, plaster
half-heartedly, pretend [s]he never came.

If you can couple energy creative
well in advance of others in your field,
without confusing nominative, dative,
rei[g]n arguments through cogency revealed
in context, in a manner innovative,
code palimpsests from all but s[t]age concealed,
If trust in self is never compensative
reaction used when you refused to yield.

If you can link great ends with small beginnings,
and yet not brag, nor tag each copy sold,
If dialogue's more vital than piled winnings,
to trim the quill where will won't be short-sold,
If, ignorance ignored, your story's spinnings
creates a pot no Potter has outsold,
yet you can fi[e]nd the flaw, to fresh beginnings
return to steer towards horizons bold.

If you can write without cash motivation,
self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
create consensus round an innovation
embraced by all without appearing vague,
If you can span from logic to emotion
set constant course from vested interests clear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
while conscience clings to all that it holds dear,

If you can set the good within you flowing
without the itch to pitch beyond kitsch brink,
If you can give the nod and wink while knowing
that mental states aren't always in the pink,
If you use inner kinks to keep on growing
without denying others' right to think,
If you continue for tomorrow sowing
refusing using methods now that stink.

If you can lead lead soldiers Caxton crafted
without kowtow before cold compromise,
If neither editor nor public shafted
the output that your inner soul supplies,
If you can improvise, provide redrafted
communication keyed to catalyze,
you'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
alone on conscious stream your just dream buys.

Writers' Real Mirror Reflection Reel
With inside out, and out, surprised, inside,
When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
When rhyming reel with real can coincide
Your's is the world and everything that's in it.
If you can write without cash motivation,
Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
Create consensus round an innovation
Embraced by all without appearing vague.
If you can scan, span logic to emotion
Set constant course from vested interests clear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
While conscience clings to all that it holds dear,
If rhymes may improvise, spurn prose redrafted,
Communication key to catalyze,
You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries.

On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries
You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
Communication key to catalyze.
If rhyme may improvise, spurn prose redrafted
While conscience clings to all that it holds dear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
Set constant course from vested interests clear.
If you can scan span logic to emotion
Embraced by all without appearing vague,
Create consensus round an innovation,
Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
If you can write without cash motivation,
Your's is the world and everything that's in it
When rhyming reel with real can coincide
When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
With inside out, and out, surprised, inside!

Cropped Apologies to Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your crops when all the nation
rails, vain assailing creepy crawly bugs,
If you can thrive when most lives' reputation
is knocked for skittles, stumped by snails and slugs,
If you can sow, show though you stay surrounded
by failing harvests sere upon the stem,
where hopes unfounded, speculations grounded,
face farmers who through jealousy condemn.

If greenhouse gases can't delay your planting,
with fallow Brussels' edicts all ignored,
If CO² you compensate by chanting
an incantation to the heavens poured.
If snail trails slip upon your sensor networks,
if nano tech protects your fields' high yield
which on the Futures markets harvests net perks
that from the tax collector stay concealed.

If you can fight Monsanto's sterile sowing,
deny blight warnings, nor fear climate change,
if cash in hand exceeds debts most's greed's owing,
if you're the early bird with worms in range,
If you free farm through seasons, thank your maker
from man's pollution, safe solution find,
yours is the race, you, ace, may need pacemaker
for luck can turn, earn bridges burned behind.

Advice to an Applicant
If you can back your boss and keep on smiling,
while toning down his brash absurdities,
if, having watched the man manhandle filing,
you rearrange the folders pretty please,
if coy and charming, beautiful, beguiling,
anticipating all contingencies,
you manage new accounts, contacts redialling,
correct crass spelling, cover vagaries...

If you can keep your head while he's resiling,
evolve successful counter-strategies,
if ‘mum's the word', discrete, ignoring tyling,
from busy-bodies safe when he agrees.
If you can spend your time in reconciling
his intellectual inanities,
never upset his fragile ego, heiling
whene'er he feels the need, or profits sneeze...

If Windows easy comes, while modem dialing
to DSL migration's not a tease,
if firewall free from viruses hostiling
you clean can keep, recalling password keys,
if the above you show him recompiling
the data lost when he lacks expertise, -
yet know your place as cypher, never riling,
remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...

If you can stand him publicly reviling
your good ideas, then claim them his with ease,
can watch while rival's ruin he's compiling
so coldly that a lizard's blood would freeze.
If when betrayed by his ambitious wiling
you triumph through innate abilities,
ignoring basic scheming, baser guiling,
you seize the precious point he never sees! ...

If you won't blush when, rash, he'll rush, exiling
your intuitions as freak fantasies,
but confidently while free-time he's whiling,
circumvent his incapacities.
Surpassing him in brains, tact, versatiling,
you never strive to swap your salaries,
but both feet on the ground, still patient, smiling,
can counteract his incoherencies...

If you are sure his image needs restyling,
select the suits that suit down to the tees,
if you are ever ready camomiling,
or sprinkling sugar, creaming, coffee, teas,
if you can trick his wayward infantiling
and censure not his immaturities,
ignore his clumsy tries at fond defling,
yet fondled, tactful, rise from off his knees...

If you take three degrees while reconciling
your private life to further Ph.D.'s,
if you can children bear without work piling
and keep them free from trouble and disease,
if you can spring his quick promotion - vile thing -
and play the game of happy families...
Your's is the job, the rest's cosmetic styling,
Oh prized princess and pride of... secret'ries!

A l'assistante de l'Indirection
Si tu peux supporter de voir tes dossiers
démolis sans souffler mot et puis reclasser,
si tu sais appuyer partout ton PDG
sans sceptique rester quant à ses qualités...

Si tu souris, beauté, sans être emmerdante,
si vive mais jamais surprise, impatiente,
le soutenant quand des contresens fous l'enchantent,
ses lubies supporter sans paroles tranchantes...

Si tu sais sans délais t'adapter au progrès,
les autres anticiper, sans jamais hésiter,
bien le préparer avec de bons conseils,
des envieux protéger ton patron hébété...

Très expérimentée, mais sans prendre de l'age,
compréhensive aider avec ses rattrapages
sans pourtant mériter accéder aux voyages
‘d'études' et aux congrès, - ces minables volages!

Si tu sais lui montrer se servir du clavier,
aux réseaux si primés vite se connecter,
de l'Internet cliquer sur l'intranet branché,
son PC débugger sans jamais se broncher...

Si sa peur du souris, du clic-clic, du mulot
tu peux sans interdits dépasser au boulot,
à ses flagrants délits trouver tout ce qu'il faut,
si tu ses buts poursuis en soufflant le bon mot...

Si tu sais compenser l'orthographe qu'il perd,
scanner, penser, noter, téléphoner, tout faire,
son planning programmer, sans être trop mémère,
le soutenir, si gaie, quand son coeur désespère...

Si tu peux accoucher à l'heure du dîner,
tes enfants élever tous en bonne santé,
ton patron remplacer - ronronnant au soleil -
sans pour autant rêver qu'on t'accorde sa paye.

Si tu sors d'H.E.C. sans prétendre à la gloire,
Sciences Po, c'est fait, sans en faire une histoire,
ou Enarque tu es, faisant dans ton pouvoir
le tout pour manier les re(i) nes du Pouvoir.

Lors mieux qu'homme d'affaires, ou chef de cabinet
mieux que tous ces experts si souvent égarés,
tu seras à tout faire une bonne rêvée,
mieux que mère, sacrée ASSISTANTE tu es!

If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on';

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling 1865_1936


Biff! The same father to the same son, now grown up.

If you can keep your job when all about you
Are losing theirs (by cutting down of screw) :
If you can keep yourself - for, make no doubt you
Won't get allowance, just for you to blue.
If you can make a heap by all your winnings
Risked on outsiders backed at Kempton Park,
Don't think that you will always get your innings
And kiss your boss's daughter in the dark.

If you should risk promotion, aught should tempt ye,
Eyeing the safe when all the staff have gone,
And, jemmying it open, find it empty,
And hear the watchman growl to you, ‘Hold on! '
If you should fill the unforgiving ‘minutes'
With names of all the people you have ‘done, '
Yours is the gaol, and everything that's in ti,
And, what is more, you'll get six months, my son.
Rachel Ferguson Nymphs and Satires 1932

A London Sparrow's IF
If you c'n keep alive when li'l bleeders
Come arter t' wi' catapults an' stones;
If you c'n grow up unpertickler feeders,
An' live on rugidge, crumbs, an' ‘addock bones;
If you c'n nest up in the bloomin' gutters,
An' dodge the blinkin' tabby on the tiles;
Nip under wheels an' never git the flutters,
Wear brahn an' no bright-coloured fevver-styles;
If you ain't blown b'nippers (Cor, I'd skin ‘me!) :
Stop y'r shells nah, warm-like, under me;
Yous is the eggs an' everyfink ‘at's in ‘em -
An' when they ‘atch, yor be cock-sparrers, see?
J A LINDON

If You can Keep Your Man
If You can Keep Your Man when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
Avert a break-up when he starts to doubt you,
Without behaving like a tart or shrew;

If you can bake a cake or change a nappy,
Although you've got a good Redbrick degree,
And yet can say you're reasonably happy
When other graduate wives dropp in for tea;

If you can lose yourself in ‘To the Lighthouse',
Yet, changing books, seek first the Thriller shelf,
If you can laugh at Mrs. Mary Whitehouse,
But sometimes wince at Wednesday Plays yourself;

If you stand up for Women's Liberation,
Think sex equality long overdue,
Yet purr when men evince consideration
And in a bus or train stand up for you;

If you can be a protest march frequenter,
But sometimes think the marchers a bit queer,
Yet, spite of everything, stay left of centre,
Oh, well, who knows? You may be right, my dear.
Stanley Sharpless

If You Can Crush
If you can crush, when all your chums are cribbing,
The urge that beckons you to do the same;
Can keep your tongue from telling tales or fibbing,
And can, when others err, take all the blame.

If you can nurse a crush on dear Miss Withers,
Yet bully off with just one silent tear;
Be resolute when even Matron dithers,
And weld the House together with a cheer.

If you can foil the fiendish Russian spy-ring,
Who've ‘got a hold' upon the Head (the swine!)
And by example selfless and inspiring,
Can make those ghastly Juniors toe the line.

If you while staying virgo quite intacta,
Can scoff at those who label you a prude;
And, when you leave, can know you've never slacked or
(Except to Ma'moiselle) been flip or rude.

If you can scale such pinnacles of virtue
And earn your teachers' praises as ‘a brick',
The truth, dear girl, (I do so hate to hurt you) -
The simple truth, dear Daphne, is you're thick!
Martin Fagg

IF
If you can stand the Quest and all her antics
When all around you turn somersaults upon her deck;
And go aloft when no one has told you
And not fall down and break your blooming neck;

If you can work like Wild and also like Wuzzles
Spend a convivial night with some old bean,
And then come down and meet the Boss at breakfast
And never breathe a word of where you've been.

If you can fill the port and starboard bunkers
With fourteen tons of coal; and call it fun;
Yours is the ship and everything that's in it
And you're a marvel; not a man my son.
Ernest H Shackleton

(28 July 2007)

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If you sit in a position where decisions that you take would have a serious effect on people, you can't ignore a lot of experience around the world which says this drug has these negative effects.

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The Island

Early morning, and the first ferry of the day,
Makes its way between the two coasts,
Bringing another boat load of visitors,
To share in the beauty that the Island boasts.

On the Island, there are many types of wildlife.
Many birds feed along the shingle shore.
There are oystercatchers, curlews,
Spoonbills, various types of gull and many more.

Out in the bay, basking in the sun,
Is a colony of seals, resting on the rocks.
It is spectacles like this, which make
This a haven to where tourists love to flock.

Unless you've seen it with your own two eyes,
It's surprising how quickly the mists settle then lift.
From the mainland, the Island is there, then suddenly not.
It's almost like the shape of the land itself totally shifts.

Dotted here and there around the Island,
Are quaint crofter's cottages with thatched roofs.
On the roads, you will often encounter horses,
Trotting steadily along with their clip-clopping hooves.

On the harbour front, is the traditional tea-room,
Where you can buy sandwiches and cream teas.
Further along, is the small, but well stocked, gift shop.
On spying the tourists, they rub their hands with glee.

The George Inn is the only pub in the village.
It's always busy and serves traditional fayre.
They also have several rooms to rent,
And, for a reasonable fee, you can stay there.

There are boat trips around the bay,
And whales and dolphins are often seen.
Diving in and out of the water, they put on a show.
It really is a wildlife lover's ultimate dream.

Much of the Island is a patchwork of fields:
Shades of yellow, gold and every hue of green.
The gentle breeze blows in from across the bay:
The air is crisp and light and very clean.

There is a stately manor house, built of stone,
With beautiful flower beds and manicured lawns.
Bordering its gardens, is a large, dark forest,
Where you can often spot the odd speckled fawn.

A river runs through the valley to the sea,
Where many types of aquatic life can be found.
There's also an old ruin of a castle keep,
Set up high on the top of a grassy mound.

The day draws on and evening falls.
Soon, the darkness starts to creep.
At 9pm, the last ferry leaves the harbour,
And the tourists head home for some sleep.

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The Connection

There exists an ethereal connection
Between you and I and in actuality,
There has always been,
Although perhaps it was not openly visible and before
There was any awareness-
Day after day you and I would
Walk past one another, and
I always thought of you s being a gentle soul,
Never invasive, never threatening-
I may have been as gentle, though more
Fearful and elusive,
As sand would slip between my fingers-
Out worlds so similar, never clashing, but
Then I could not foresee-
We both hid within the places of our madness,
Locking doors and hiding for safety-
I would pass by your door where you were none but a
Prisoner inside your delusional world, and
I could hear your tears screaming,
Sometimes late at night or in the
Very early morning-
You may have passed by my door as well, although
My tears were silent as
A dove would whisper- but somehow my pain
Was never hidden as if you had always known
That dove had a broken wing-
It was the two of us- eighteen years ago and today,
It is you and I in the present -
But sometimes desperate moments would blind our fate and
Sand no longer falls between my fingers but held firmly as from which
I build a castle in which
I can now live comfortably-
Your hand holds mine, often figuratively and the bond between us is constant-
I finally opened the door at first none but a crack, and
I let you inside, opening my heart and between my arms,
To a warm embrace-
At this moment in flesh you are a few miles away, although
I feel the closeness intensifying within each given moment and an
Upsurge of joy of having a friendship and knowing that
It shall last for ever- I feel your hand in mine and
Your arm, about my waist, and that feeling is constant as a
Moonlit night, not garish as the light exuded by the sun-
The caress of your mesmerizing and beautiful spirit is always nearby,
Behind me and before me- and on that and blustery winter’s day-
It is and was you and I together…
Eighteen years have past and it is still you and I together walking
Amidst wild violets blossoming on a warm summer’s day-
It is you and I sharing hope and love as well as
Each others' pain-
Our tears would mingle and inter mesh, then vanish within
A late spring’s zephyr-
You and I had shared misfortune and despair as we
Would lose ourselves to other worlds.
We have collected our fallen foundations, taken them and
Rebuilt our lives into promising futures-
I can hear music emanating from the sky as
I watch the sun dancing where the horizon begins and ends-
These are indeed God’s gifts, as is
The unique gift of our friendship-
I look up towards the sky and thank God for this
Irreplaceable gift-
That gift of you and I
Walking along that pathway of trust and a promising future of healing-
That bond of friendship between us-
You and I, together-
For always-

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If you can't find your inspiration by walking around the block one time, go around two blocks-but never three.

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Cyanide Song

When you decide
That all your faithful friends have lied
The time has come to swallow pride
And take a little cyanide!

Cyanide! Cyanide!
Did you hear the way the orphans cried
When loving kindness was denied,
Destroyed before their tears had dried?

Yes! They committed suicide!
Yes! All the little children died!
It's a horror that you can't abide,
So take a little cyanide!

Cyanide, yes, cyanide!
There's nowhere left where you can hide,
The gates of Hell are open wide
And happiness is crucified!

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Ariel

I search for her in the dead of night
A silhouette lit by candle light
In a whispered word she is gone
Familiar stranger without a name
In a darkened room they all look the same
Like the sand of time she slips away so far away
In the mirror you can see her face
An angel dressed in the blackest lace
A sip of wine and the game can begin
Just an image lost in fantasy
Then you touch her and you can't break free
Till you see your fate written there in her eyes
Oh Ariel,
Lost in a distant dream, take me home
Ariel

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Always dissatisfied with what one has,
The power of nothingness
Engulfs
Whatever you also engulf
Or take as a possession,

What comes into you
Goes out of you and everything
Goes in there only to
Go out later,

There is nothing you can hold,
It is simply meant that way,
The flow
Life, birth, life, death, rebirth,
And then back to Nothingness

Unless you believe
In something Else
To cling to
Like a moss to an old stone
Albeit,

The stone rolls just the same
In an ancient flowing river

Then while here
We do not really know
What happens

There are many stories
That the bird outside us
Cannot yet sing.

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