"A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE"...

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Up-lifting Words

Beannacht

 

On the day when the night deadens on your shoulders

And you stumble

May the clay dance to balance you

 

And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window

And the ghost of lost gets in to you,

May a flock of colours, indigo, red, green and azure blue

Come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.

 

When the canvas frays in the curachof thought

And the stain of ocean blackens beneath you,

May there come across the waters a path of yellow monnlight

To bring you safely home.

 

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,

May the clarity of light be yours,

May the fluency of the ocean be yours,

May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

 

And so may a slow work these words of love around you,

An invisible cloak to mind your life

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TIME TRAVEL

COME WITH ME WHILE I TRAVEL

AS I TRAVEL BACK IN TIME!

AS I FIX ALL THE PROBLEMS WE HAD

UNTIL ALL IS LEFT SUBLIME

 

AS I STOP ALL THE BAD

AND PREVENT ALL THOSE FIGHTS

AND WONDEING AS I CRIED

THOSE MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

 

IM HERE THE DAY WE BROKE UP

WHEN YOU SAID THAT WE WERE THROUGH

I PRETENDED THAT I DIDNT CARE

NOW THAT JUST ISNT TRUE

 

I WHISPER IN MY EAR

" TURN AROUND AND TELL  HER WHY

ALL THE REASONS THAT YOU LOVE HER

AND WIPE THOSE TEARS FROM HER EYES"!

 

IM HERE IN OUR OLD PLACE

YOUR LAYING ON THE FLOOR

YOU CRY AS YOU HOLD ONTO ME

AND I SAY I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE

 

I WHISPER IN MY EAR

"HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING CRACK?

YOU KNOW THAT YOU STILL LOVE HER

AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU"LL BE BACK"!

 

IM AT SAMS KARIOKEE

DRINKING DRAFT FROM THIS MUG

WE SHOULD BE DANCING TO SLOW SONGS

BUT WERE NOT CUZ IM ON DRUGS

 

I WHISPER IN MY EAR

"YOUR SORRY YOU WERE WRONG

YOU WONT PICK DRUGS OVER HER AGAIN

WILL YOU PLEASE DANCE WITH ME NEXT SONG"?

 

IM HERE THE DAY WE MET

IN THE BOWLING ALLEY AT THE MALL

WHEN YOUR FRIENDS BOTH WANTED ME

I SHOULDNT HAVE BOTHERED WITH THEM AT ALL

 

I WHISPER IN  MY EAR

THE BROWN EYED GIRL WITH THE PRETTY SMILE

GO TALK TO HER RIGHT NOW

SHE'S BEEN WAITING  FOR SOME WHILE

 

IM BACK IN THE PRESENT

HOPING THE BAD HAS BEEN ERASED

AND THERE IN MY POCKET

IS THE KEYS TO OUR OLD PLACE

 

I RUN TILL I CANT BREATH

IN FRONT OF FARREL HALL

I CROSS THE STREET TO OUR BUILDING

WALKING THROUGH LEAVES AS THEY FALL

 

AS I UNLOCK THE LOCK

AND WALK THROUGH THE DOOR

I CAN HEAR MY PREACIOUS

MEOWING ON THE FLOOR

 

YOU COME OUT OF THE WASHROOM

SPRAYING AEROSOL ALL OVER THE PLACE

I STARE INTO THOSE BIG BROWN EYES

AS TEARS RUN DOWN MY FACE

 

I MISSED YOU SO DAMN MUCH

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU COULD KNOW

WHERES MY COTTON CANDY MR MAN?

YOU JUST LEFT A MINUTE AGO!

 

 

JASON FINLAYSON - Canada

 

 

Life's Journey

 

Life's journey, I travel

Mysteries to unravel

Forks in the road galore

Some ,never to explore

Path chosen, no going back

Always forward on the track

Friends met along the way

some only moments,some meant to stay

Lessons learned,embedded in the soul

Good and evil, rage for control

On the narrow road, sometimes I stumble

Beauty astounds, making one humble

Each following our own destination

Each looking for our own salvation

 

 

 

 

The Foegotten Poet - Texas United States

 

Just now 

Just now the wind whispered what sounds like your name

Just now a perfume wafted, like one trailing off your skin

And just now a song echoed that lights up your face

And just now an image flashed like lights in your eyes

And just now a note drifted that rhymes with your voice

And just now a smooth remembrance caressed my skin

And just now a jagged yearning serrated and split inside

And just now a hollow ache, spliced, smothered and sighed

 

jazzy - London

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ROOM FULL OF EMPTINESS

 

LAYING ....

ON A COLD  MATTRESS.. IN A ROOM

IN ROOM FULL OF EMPTYNESS...

THAT WE FILLED WITH OUR LOVE....

NOW THE ROOM FILLS WITH BITTERNESS 

 

WISHING....

ON A SHOOTING STAR .. IN THE SKY...

AS IT FADES IT PASSES BY...

JUST LIKE THE LOVE THAT WE HAD...

I LOOK AT THE STARS AS I WONDER WHY?

 

HOPEING..........

THAT I SEE YOU..WHEN IM WALKING THROUGH...

 THE MALL WHERE YOU WORKED BEFORE....

 WORKING  SOMEWHERE ELSE...

 YOU DONT WORK THERE NOMORE....

 

STTING...

ON A BENCEH...IN  THE PARK...

THINKING OF YOU AS TIME GOES BY...

I SEE A COUPLE HOLD HANDS...

AND IT MAKES ME CRY..                             

 

STANDING....

ON A BUILDING...WITH MY ARMS OPEN WIDE......

WATCHING  SMALL CARS GO BY....

I CLOSE MY EYES AND LEAN IN...

WE CANT SAY GOODBYE...

 

 

 

 JASON FINLAYSON - Canada

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My Poetry

 

 

 

My Poetry

 

Dark and filled with rage

Filled with the wisdom of age

Passionate and led by lust

Fueled by anger and digust

Playful and full of glee

A soul begging to be free

Filled with unbearable pain

Filled with words from the insane

A great poet I may never be

But the words are always a reflection of me

 

 

The Poet - Texas USA

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A Poem dat i gav 2 nilu for her sis...

 

In tears I saw you sinking

I watched you fade away

You suffered so much in silence

You faught so hard to stay...

You faced your task with courage

Your spirits did not bend

And still you kept on fighting

Until the very end...

Allah saw you getting tired

When a cure was not to be

So he put his arm around you

And whispered 'come to me'...

So when I saw you sleeping

So peaceful, free from pain

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again...

 

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STRANGE FRUIT

"Strange Fruit" began as a poem about the lynching of a black man written by Abel Meeropol, a Jewish schoolteacher from the Bronx. Abel Meeropol used the pseudonym "Lewis Allen" for the work. The poem was set to music and performed at teachers' union meetings.

Thomas Shipp Abram Smith - Strange Fruit

Meeropol said later that he had been inspired by seeing Lawrence Beitler's photograph of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith in Marion, Indiana, on August 7, 1930.

 

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"Strange Fruit" was eventually heard by the manager of Cafe Society, an integrated nightclub in Greenwich Village, who introduced it to Billie Holiday. Holiday performed the song at Cafe Society in 1939, a move that by her own admission left her fearful of retaliation. Holiday later said that the imagery in "Strange Fruit" reminded her of her father's death, and that this played a role in her persistence to perform it. The song became a regular part of Holiday's live performances.

The Meaning

The "strange fruit" referred to in the song are the bodies of African American men hanged during a lynching. They contrast the pastoral scenes of the South with the ugliness of racist violence. The lyrics were so chilling that Holiday later said "The first time I sang it, I thought it was a mistake. There wasn't even a patter of applause when I finished. Then a lone person began to clap nervously. Then suddenly everyone was clapping."

Impact

The club owner immediately recognized the impact of the song on his audience and insisted that Holiday close all her shows with it. Just as the song was about to begin, waiters would stop serving, the lights in club would be turned off, and a single pin spotlight would illuminate Holiday on stage. During the musical introduction, Holiday would stand with her eyes closed, as if she were evoking a prayer.

The song was ultimately to become the anthem of the anti-lynching movement. The dark imagery of the lyrics struck a chord, and can be said to have planted one of the first seeds of what would later become the civil rights movement. "Strange Fruit" was certainly ahead of its time, since the civil rights movement was still 15 years away at its release.

The song became an instant success and came to be the piece most identified with Holiday, though it has been performed by countless others including Josh White, Sting, Robert Wyatt, UB40, Tori Amos, Pete Seeger, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cassandra Wilson, Nina Simone, Jeff Buckley, Cocteau Twins, Sounds of Blackness, This Bike is a Pipe Bomb, and The Twilight Singers and remixed by Tricky. In October 1939, Samuel Grafton of The New York Post described Strange Fruit: "If the anger of the exploited ever mounts high enough in the South, it now has its Marseillaise."

In 2002, it was one of 50 recordings chosen that year by the Library of Congress to be added to the National Recording Registry.

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Bound by the  earth and forest.  So to the water and sea.  By the air we breath  and the fire within,  connected to the stones  of old in perfect circle.  We two are as one.  Together forever,  in love.     *    *    *     How can I promise you forever when tomorrow is so far away from me? How can I dry your tears when I have a bleeding heart inside of me? how can I ever forget you when your name is etched so deep within me?                   I have a fairy  by my side Which says I  must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said  "You must not weep."  If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says "You must not laugh;" When once I wished to drink some gin It said "You must not quaff." When once a meal I wished to taste It said "You must not bite;" When to the wars I went in haste It said "You must not fight." "What may I do?" at length I cried, Tired of the painful task. The fairy quietly replied, And said "You must not ask."                                                                                                                         You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains... You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines... You say that you love the wind, But you close your windows when wind blows... This is why I am afraid; You say that you love me too...                                                                                                 I give you my heart,mind,body, and soul I give you my love, for you to make me whole I give you this promise, the promise to try I give you each breath and the tears i cry I give you my past, my future and NOW I give you my thoughts and my hopes in this Vow I give you my voice and the music i sing I give you forever by accepting this ring I give you my world all the pain and strike I give you my hand and learn to share life I give you this kiss and there words i say "I'll Cherish you always as of this day" I give you my faith that these words are tru from now until the end  i promise 2 you                                                                                                                             MAGIC You have magic in your finger tips, Magic in your eye. Magic in the arms that hold And tell me not to cry. There is magic in your voice When you talk to me each day. There is magic in your smile And in the things you say. there is magic in the way You let me be myself with you. There is magic that you teach me To be good and brave and true. I am growing older And soon I'll go away, But the magic that you taught me Will go with me every day.   Grace V. Tidrow                                                                                   By the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day; As we dance the dew doth fall-- Trip it, little urchins all, Lightly as the little bee, Two by two and three by three; And about we go, and about we go Round about, round about, in a fine ring Thus we dance, thus we dance, and thus we sing; Trip and go, to and fro, over this green All about, in and out, for our brave queen We have danced round about, in a fine ring We have danced lustily, and thus we sing All about, in and out, over this green To and fro, trip and go, to our brave queen

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I'll Wait forever For Your Love

 

I love you

Who you are

You are often sweet to me

You look so carefully at life

You want to help me to see what's real

That's why I'll never leave you cold

I'll bring you soup

When you are old

That's why I'll always be

Your best friend!

 

So, when you mad

When you unkind

When you make me walk

Two steps behind

When you turn my hand from your side,

when you brush me off

or stop my words

Or look at me

Like You haven't heard

Or when you stand in piggissh prudish pride

 

I could run

I could hide

Instead I look deeper inside

and I know what you can't say

I know why you are so afraid

so I'll wait a little longer for your love.

 

I'll wait forever

and ever

For your love

I'll wait tell the stars fall and trumpets call for your love

I'll wait tell the seasons run all dry

And the purple elephants fly

I will always wait for your love.

 

I'm not masochistic or unrealistic

I'm not  blinded by my faith

I'm not innocent or naive

Or searching for pearly gates

 

I'll wait forever

and ever

For your love

I'll wait tell the stars fall and trumpets call for your love

I'll wait tell the seasons run all dry

And the purple elephants fly

I will always wait for your love.

 

 

 

Sione Neale

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Desiderata - Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

 

Sarah Davidson / Bristol

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The Poor Wee Urchin Who Spoke Funny

Whilst dayin sum Markit Research,
I went chappin on loads o' doors.
Up n' doon the High Rise flats
As many as forty floors.
The saddest tale I heard that day
O' a poor wee lad’s neglect,
And the circumstance, led me a dance
And did tax my intellect.

Knock, Knock. Ring, Ring. Rap, Rap. went I
On the door of One-Forty–Four.
He answered the door in his PeeJays
(A strange place to be putting a door?)

Around about the age of eight,
this curly-heeded wain,
was there to answer all my questions.
Although he hummed like a drain.

“Cood I speak tay yir Mammy son?”
(At this point my irritation grows.)
The poor wee soul’s face wiz plastered wi snotters,
But he still could talk through his nose.

His nasally yelping, (I refrained from him skelping)
clawed at my earholes, what a din.
It was then he replied, “Ma Mammy’s no inside!
She’s on long-stay at the local Loony-Bin!”

“Oh dear!” I let out. Then continued, in doubt,
“Is it your Daddy that’s watchin you today?”
“Naww, nawww. Ye canny talk tay ma Paw,
coz he’s in the Loony-Bin tay!”

“Perhaps you have a sister?
I’m sure if you did, you would tell?”
“Aye that’s true, I’ve got two,
but they’re nay use tay you,
coz they‘re sharing an en-suite cell.”

My last hope, “Have you got a brother?”-“YES!”
“Is he in the Loony-Bin too?”
“Don’t be so silly, big bruv Billy,
he's at Univesity noo!”

There is, they say a very fine line
Twixt genius and madness.
Big bruv Billy, may have been sent,
To alleviate this child’s sadness.

“Does Big bruv Billy look after you?
Does he tend to every wish?

“You trying tay be funny?
Billy’s in a Petri-dish!”

 

Hannah Redden : Bristol - funny glaswegian poem!