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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
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Gimme Danger - Iggy Pop and the Stooges
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I feel with you at ease
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I'll feel your disease
There's nothing in my dreams
Just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze
Now, if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you can't be my master
I will do anything
There's nothing left alive
But a pair of glassy eyes
Raise my feelings one more time
Yeah!
Yeah, find a little stranger, find a little stranger
Yeah, they're gonna feel my hand
Said die a little later, why no, little stranger?
Hurry on and feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Danger
Gotta feel the pain
Gotta feel the pain
You gotta feel it
Little stranger
And I feel with you at ease
Gimme danger, little stranger
And I'll feel your disease
There's nothing in my dreams
Just some ugly memories
Kiss me like the ocean breeze
Now, if you will be my lover
I will shiver and sing
But if you can't be my master
I will do anything
There's nothing left alive
But a pair of glassy eyes
Raise my feelings one more time
Yeah!
Yeah, find a little stranger, find a little stranger
Yeah, they're gonna feel my hand
Said die a little later, why no, little stranger?
Hurry on and feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand
Swear you're gonna feel my hand
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Little stranger
Danger
Danger
Gotta feel the pain
Gotta feel the pain
You gotta feel it
Little stranger
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Every time I listen to this amazing track I'm amazed at how powerful the lyrics are.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tp4srXRZDI
Agree?
Summertime
Summertime, and my liver's easen
Another bottle to the sky
My daddy's gonna risk, my momma's bad cookin'
So hush, little baby, otherwise you will fry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up stinging
All these mosquitoes, don't help you get by
But when you're scratchin', ain't no-one will claim you
Even daddy and mammy who are standin' by
Another bottle to the sky
My daddy's gonna risk, my momma's bad cookin'
So hush, little baby, otherwise you will fry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up stinging
All these mosquitoes, don't help you get by
But when you're scratchin', ain't no-one will claim you
Even daddy and mammy who are standin' by
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Posted: Feb 2018
About this poem:
Summertime, Ella Fitz.., what great lyrics.Here's the backwoods version.
Search my stars
Last night, I looked up into the stars and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Love can be uncounted
Understanding
So, you think you've had it tough my friend..
And times seem rather bad...
But life is what you make of it..
And if perchance you've had
A series of misfortunes and you feel you want to die...
Before you give the game away consider for a while...
If your life is in a great big mess whose fault has this all been?
And have you tried to fix it or been just content to dream.
As they say it's always darkest in the hour before the dawn..
So come, look on the brighter side and don't be all forlorn..
For in a world that's filled with sorrow,
Heartache, pain and often tears..
There will always come tomorrow when all these will turn to cheers
So go and face this great big world, and very soon you'll find
Your trials and tribulations were just figments of your mind!
And times seem rather bad...
But life is what you make of it..
And if perchance you've had
A series of misfortunes and you feel you want to die...
Before you give the game away consider for a while...
If your life is in a great big mess whose fault has this all been?
And have you tried to fix it or been just content to dream.
As they say it's always darkest in the hour before the dawn..
So come, look on the brighter side and don't be all forlorn..
For in a world that's filled with sorrow,
Heartache, pain and often tears..
There will always come tomorrow when all these will turn to cheers
So go and face this great big world, and very soon you'll find
Your trials and tribulations were just figments of your mind!
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Posted: Jun 2016
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Rain
Grey sullen
face of the sky—
from above there’s
an angry barking of
a dog;
pink sheets are
dashing in and out
as fierce shades of
nature’s lust;
arrows of an
unknown God
are pouring the earth;
the earth is wet
as a sacred whisper,
voices in it are drenched
as poems of metaphysics;
the rain has become soft
now, singing a melodious
beatitude.
face of the sky—
from above there’s
an angry barking of
a dog;
pink sheets are
dashing in and out
as fierce shades of
nature’s lust;
arrows of an
unknown God
are pouring the earth;
the earth is wet
as a sacred whisper,
voices in it are drenched
as poems of metaphysics;
the rain has become soft
now, singing a melodious
beatitude.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It's a description of Rain.Dawn
Dawn opened
Her colored veils—
The sun is echoing
A dream.
The sky is a poetic
Metaphor;clouds
Are melodious lakes—
There, a crater
Is opening—
Lava is pouring crimson—
Bards are gliding
Gently as
Aesthetic sculptures—
I am a poet at heart,
I am a bard of lyric’s
Soul.
Her colored veils—
The sun is echoing
A dream.
The sky is a poetic
Metaphor;clouds
Are melodious lakes—
There, a crater
Is opening—
Lava is pouring crimson—
Bards are gliding
Gently as
Aesthetic sculptures—
I am a poet at heart,
I am a bard of lyric’s
Soul.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It's a description of dawnDusk
Dusk
Dusk’s a floating
Opera …
Orange hues
Are soaked petals
And linger as a
Painter scattering
A hazy abstract…
Time’s a music
Of mediation…
I am fond of
Nature …
It’s a metaphor
Of solitude…
My lover for her
Awakens like a dove…
Would have loved
An evening with her…
Love echoes the
Evening as a poem …
Dusk’s a floating
Opera …
Orange hues
Are soaked petals
And linger as a
Painter scattering
A hazy abstract…
Time’s a music
Of mediation…
I am fond of
Nature …
It’s a metaphor
Of solitude…
My lover for her
Awakens like a dove…
Would have loved
An evening with her…
Love echoes the
Evening as a poem …
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It's a picturesque description of duskRaven
You black poem—
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.
You enchanting mystery—
Saw you with beak open—
Have you tidings for me—
You death’s enigma—
You fed Elijah in the desert—
My thoughts on you—
Focused as a poem—
You bring solitude
To my hazy broken heart—
You are my sunshine in
My darkest winter—
You bring out the
Devil of passion in me—
Let me pour out
Heart’s angst –
Take me to my grave
With hearty mirth.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
It's a description of a RavenDusk
Evening sky—
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.
Stained glass—
Like a pale dream—
Poetry waltzes
On wings as
Ballet dancers—
Sky opened to me
Like a body of a woman—
My thoughts are
Veiled with the
Colors of the sky—
I dream of Bali—
I dream of her love—
Want to be nourished—
Clouds part as a guitar—
There now, a fierce
Dragon is spitting fire—
The sky a song of music
To me now.
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Posted: Jan 2018
About this poem:
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