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The Penny Arcade
Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless array of
fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales to
weigh yourself, crazy mirrors that made you look really
fat or very tall, hand cranked picture viewers that would
run for a minute, all for the cost of a penny (1cent), games
of skill like the flick through the loop bagatelle game, if
you got the ball in the win hole your money was actually
refunded and another free shot was given, then there was
the famous crane game which had a large claw that you
would have to manipulate into position to with prizes
below, if you were fortunate enough you could win a
little prize from it, these crane games still exist today
but the modern version hardly let's you ever win, unlike
it's earlier counterpart, winning seemed easy and it
was a favourite back then when things were made for fun.
Once all the money had gone we said goodbye till next
time, when once again we try our luck in the Penny Arcade.
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless array of
fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales to
weigh yourself, crazy mirrors that made you look really
fat or very tall, hand cranked picture viewers that would
run for a minute, all for the cost of a penny (1cent), games
of skill like the flick through the loop bagatelle game, if
you got the ball in the win hole your money was actually
refunded and another free shot was given, then there was
the famous crane game which had a large claw that you
would have to manipulate into position to with prizes
below, if you were fortunate enough you could win a
little prize from it, these crane games still exist today
but the modern version hardly let's you ever win, unlike
it's earlier counterpart, winning seemed easy and it
was a favourite back then when things were made for fun.
Once all the money had gone we said goodbye till next
time, when once again we try our luck in the Penny Arcade.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
If you remember the Penny Arcades of the early 1900's, this is a tribute to these fun palaces dedicated to the creation of excitement and enjoyment for people who had nothing to do with their spare time.Written: 28th July 2013
Gigolo..
She said to him
you are just a gigolo
A love robot
you just aim to please.
He told her
I will wine and dine you
be your love and flame.
She said
all you wish
is for the price to be right
and to speak of fantasies.
He told her
I will make your dreams come true
fight the dragons
rescue you from the abyss.
She said
you are a lover and a knight
kiss the words of sweetie pie
love and give so much more.
He asked
have you ever been
with someone like me?
you deserve so much better in your life
You deserve me...
you are just a gigolo
A love robot
you just aim to please.
He told her
I will wine and dine you
be your love and flame.
She said
all you wish
is for the price to be right
and to speak of fantasies.
He told her
I will make your dreams come true
fight the dragons
rescue you from the abyss.
She said
you are a lover and a knight
kiss the words of sweetie pie
love and give so much more.
He asked
have you ever been
with someone like me?
you deserve so much better in your life
You deserve me...
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Posted: Jul 2013
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Roots
I like roots... I mean to travel must be nice,
It brings to life a spice,
But roots say Here I stand, This is where I belong
And I am gonna be strong.
I like roots they keep you safe
the deeper they go the taller you'll grow
The more I can see
As my roots go deeply.
For while it anchors me firmly to the ground
I can spread out and look around
I like roots.
It brings to life a spice,
But roots say Here I stand, This is where I belong
And I am gonna be strong.
I like roots they keep you safe
the deeper they go the taller you'll grow
The more I can see
As my roots go deeply.
For while it anchors me firmly to the ground
I can spread out and look around
I like roots.
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
I want to put down roots like the great oak tree, or my native mango tree, even a stately coconut tree... I like roots.
Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd
The two – they feel always so fine,
Languish softly in each other’s arms,
Thinking not what by chance may become
Of the third odd-man-out left behind.
Oh wherever they go they can hear
Birds that sing to the beat of their hearts,
While the third rustles lonesome in rear
As a branch that's been tossed to the grass.
Oh they never will guess till it blossoms
How the winds that branch fiercely cast,
But, oh you, God all-seeing, show mercy,
Do not leave odd-man-out in the dark -
Who in glorious light of the two’s love
Is alone, stands unnoticed in rain,
Holds, so desperate, bunch of the flowers
Like the hair torn out in pain.
Languish softly in each other’s arms,
Thinking not what by chance may become
Of the third odd-man-out left behind.
Oh wherever they go they can hear
Birds that sing to the beat of their hearts,
While the third rustles lonesome in rear
As a branch that's been tossed to the grass.
Oh they never will guess till it blossoms
How the winds that branch fiercely cast,
But, oh you, God all-seeing, show mercy,
Do not leave odd-man-out in the dark -
Who in glorious light of the two’s love
Is alone, stands unnoticed in rain,
Holds, so desperate, bunch of the flowers
Like the hair torn out in pain.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYvj7oeIMCc"God, shine your light down here Shine on the love
Love of the loveless"
Summer's Gone
Summer’s gone and now it’s autumn,
It arrived ahead of due time,
Where are friends of happy springtime,
All are scattered off like leaves here,
All are scattered off like leaves here.
Some are lost in wartime tempests,
Some are also lost in peacetime,
Some - a long way off in childhood,
Some are gone when we were grown-ups,
Some are gone when we were grown-ups.
Oh I miss the days of long time,
Days so full of joyful pastime,
I’m so bored to roam in this life,
With no friend to roam in this life,
With no friend to roam in this life.
Oh we’ve lived, life’s almost over,
Done our chores, been in the warfare,
It’s so hard, so hard to find you,
But much easier to lose you,
But much easier to lose you.
Oh how fast is gone, is scattered
That joy early, premature.
Often on my way remember,
Oh that wondrous thing – my first love,
Oh that wondrous thing – my first love.
What sensation is remembrance,
Heart is burdened with such sadness,
On the paths when young in years
Girl I lost – a dream of my life,
Girl I lost – a dream of my life.
Oh I wish I saw her one time,
Wish again to feel heart pounding,
I’m so bored to be so lonely,
Bored to roam without loving,
Bored to roam without loving.
Oh we’ve lived, life’s almost over,
Done our chores, been in the warfare,
It’s so hard, so hard to find you,
But much easier to lose you,
But much easier to lose you.
It arrived ahead of due time,
Where are friends of happy springtime,
All are scattered off like leaves here,
All are scattered off like leaves here.
Some are lost in wartime tempests,
Some are also lost in peacetime,
Some - a long way off in childhood,
Some are gone when we were grown-ups,
Some are gone when we were grown-ups.
Oh I miss the days of long time,
Days so full of joyful pastime,
I’m so bored to roam in this life,
With no friend to roam in this life,
With no friend to roam in this life.
Oh we’ve lived, life’s almost over,
Done our chores, been in the warfare,
It’s so hard, so hard to find you,
But much easier to lose you,
But much easier to lose you.
Oh how fast is gone, is scattered
That joy early, premature.
Often on my way remember,
Oh that wondrous thing – my first love,
Oh that wondrous thing – my first love.
What sensation is remembrance,
Heart is burdened with such sadness,
On the paths when young in years
Girl I lost – a dream of my life,
Girl I lost – a dream of my life.
Oh I wish I saw her one time,
Wish again to feel heart pounding,
I’m so bored to be so lonely,
Bored to roam without loving,
Bored to roam without loving.
Oh we’ve lived, life’s almost over,
Done our chores, been in the warfare,
It’s so hard, so hard to find you,
But much easier to lose you,
But much easier to lose you.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
Performed by a duet of a married couple, the Chikhladzes, the duet was a smashing success one time, long time ago. This translation will be of some help for you.
Just a Tail; A contribution for Shadow
Sitting so proud
a giver for all around
That green casserole dish
which I knew
held no fish
plonked in the center
no elbows on the table
Who says prayers
I thought
Lets tuck in
I am able
"For what we are about to receive"
The lid was lifted!
Oh! the smell
patiently waiting
my tummy could tell
sizing up my sisters plate
She's got more
but that was my fate
as each round of meat
I could now
so delicatley
dig and eat
I broke all rules
and swooped upon my delight!
with tiny hands ate and sucked
They ner not look at me
as they were the same as me!
stand me on the beer box!
dishes shall be no fear
I loved my oxtail stew
When my family was so near
a giver for all around
That green casserole dish
which I knew
held no fish
plonked in the center
no elbows on the table
Who says prayers
I thought
Lets tuck in
I am able
"For what we are about to receive"
The lid was lifted!
Oh! the smell
patiently waiting
my tummy could tell
sizing up my sisters plate
She's got more
but that was my fate
as each round of meat
I could now
so delicatley
dig and eat
I broke all rules
and swooped upon my delight!
with tiny hands ate and sucked
They ner not look at me
as they were the same as me!
stand me on the beer box!
dishes shall be no fear
I loved my oxtail stew
When my family was so near
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
I loved ox tail stew!I was brought up very strict, and don't you know it, I broke many of the rules.
Grizzly Adams
Hi
My name is Grizzly Adams
I have a very simple diet
Roots, berries, and bark
Old Mad Jack has hundreds of different recipes
From these three simple ingredients
Sometimes it's gooseberries
Sometimes it's mullberries
Sometimes it different bark and different berries
I don't believe in eating meat because all the animals are my friends
Especially my best friend Ben
He's a grizzly bear
I also have an Indian friend called Tacoma
We're blood brothers
So if you happen to become lost in my mountains
I'll help you out
And give you a yummy meal of roots, berries, and bark
My name is Grizzly Adams
I have a very simple diet
Roots, berries, and bark
Old Mad Jack has hundreds of different recipes
From these three simple ingredients
Sometimes it's gooseberries
Sometimes it's mullberries
Sometimes it different bark and different berries
I don't believe in eating meat because all the animals are my friends
Especially my best friend Ben
He's a grizzly bear
I also have an Indian friend called Tacoma
We're blood brothers
So if you happen to become lost in my mountains
I'll help you out
And give you a yummy meal of roots, berries, and bark
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
Grizzly Adams was one of my favorite shows from the 70's. I just got it on DVD last night.Ms. Pacman
I first played you in 1981
You were a lot of fun
Eating cherries, strawberries, peaches, pretzels, and apples
Eating pears and bananas made you able
To have two children later on with your Pacman
After dots, power pellets, and blue ghost you ran
A beauty mark on your cheek and a bow on you head
You kept yourself well fed
So here's to you Ms. Pacman who is 35 years young
To all the people who played you were a lot of fun!
You were a lot of fun
Eating cherries, strawberries, peaches, pretzels, and apples
Eating pears and bananas made you able
To have two children later on with your Pacman
After dots, power pellets, and blue ghost you ran
A beauty mark on your cheek and a bow on you head
You kept yourself well fed
So here's to you Ms. Pacman who is 35 years young
To all the people who played you were a lot of fun!
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
I used to play Ms. Pacman after I bowled in league in seventh grade. I could usually make it to apple. I have it on my sega, and I can make her go a lot faster, so I usally make it way past banana.
Fear.
Your eyes are solitude
Your lips unspoken
Your mind lost
On a heart that is open
You hide the key
Fear expels you to love
You live in a world of mistrust
Your lips unspoken
Your mind lost
On a heart that is open
You hide the key
Fear expels you to love
You live in a world of mistrust
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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Just made up .
A Moment in Time.
A moment, captured in time.
She has lines of worry and stress,
Her eyes clouded and sad.
And yet, in that moment so many years ago, the lines were of laughter and her eyes sparkled with hope, looking at the beautiful baby in her arms.
A moment, forever printed for the world to see.
His eyes show the sorrows of being alone, his hands show how hard he worked.
And yet, in that moment in print, His eyes hold the pride of being a dad, his strong arms and hands hold his son high with joy.
How precious is that moment in time, when we no longer have the subject, but only get to hold the print.
Remember to live, love, laugh and take a photo.
She has lines of worry and stress,
Her eyes clouded and sad.
And yet, in that moment so many years ago, the lines were of laughter and her eyes sparkled with hope, looking at the beautiful baby in her arms.
A moment, forever printed for the world to see.
His eyes show the sorrows of being alone, his hands show how hard he worked.
And yet, in that moment in print, His eyes hold the pride of being a dad, his strong arms and hands hold his son high with joy.
How precious is that moment in time, when we no longer have the subject, but only get to hold the print.
Remember to live, love, laugh and take a photo.
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Posted: Nov 13
About this poem:
Memories are like gem's, and having a photo to look back on and remember, sometimes is so good for the soul.Make memories every day, live every day, after all, we only take our memories with us so make them count.
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