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"footloose" poems
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker humming a lullaby and throwing his feet in a swift and mystic buck-and-wing, now you see it and now you don't. Fish to swim a pool in your garden flashing a speckled silver, A basket of wine-saps filling your room with flame-dark for your eyes and the tang of valley orchards for your nose, Such a beautiful pail of fish, such a beautiful peck of apples, I cannot bring you now. It is too early and I am not footloose yet. I shall come in the night when I come with a hammer and saw. I shall come near your window, where you look out when your eyes open in the morning, And there I shall slam together bird-houses and bird-baths for wing-loose wrens and hummers to live in, birds with yellow wing tips to blur and buzz soft all summer, So I shall make little fool homes with doors, always open doors for all and each to run away when they want to. I shall come just like that even though now it is early and I am not yet footloose, Even though I am still looking for an undertaker with a raw, wind-bitten face and a dance in his feet. I make a date with you (put it down) for six o'clock in the evening a thousand years from now. All I can give you now is broken-face gargoyles. All I can give you now is a double gorilla head with two fish mouths and four eagle eyes hooked on a street wall, spouting water and looking two ways to the ends of the street for the new people, the young strangers, coming, coming, always coming. It is early. I shall yet be footloose.
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Carl Sandburg
Broken-face Gargoyles
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker humming a lullaby and throwing his feet in a swift and mystic buck-and-wing, now you see it and now you don't. Fish to swim a pool in your garden flashing a speckled silver, A basket of wine-saps filling your room with flame-dark for your eyes and the tang of valley orchards for your nose, Such a beautiful pail of fish, such a beautiful peck of apples, I cannot bring you now. It is too early and I am not footloose yet. I shall come in the night when I come with a hammer and saw. I shall come near your window, where you look out when your eyes open in the morning, And there I shall slam together bird-houses and bird-baths for wing-loose wrens and hummers to live in, birds with yellow wing tips to blur and buzz soft all summer, So I shall make little fool homes with doors, always open doors for all and each to run away when they want to. I shall come just like that even though now it is early and I am not yet footloose, Even though I am still looking for an undertaker with a raw, wind-bitten face and a dance in his feet. I make a date with you (put it down) for six o'clock in the evening a thousand years from now. All I can give you now is broken-face gargoyles. All I can give you now is a double gorilla head with two fish mouths and four eagle eyes hooked on a street wall, spouting water and looking two ways to the ends of the street for the new people, the young strangers, coming, coming, always coming. It is early. I shall yet be footloose.
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Screaming What's the use----?? Flower of the Graces "The Tenth Muse" "Everyday Use It" The earth revolves Around the sun Minerals Love it Drink it vitamin C Mass of energy A-B-C The gravity every day We cannot use it_ Became the play money Copied tainted not the Bee's honey here's The everyday economy One lick of hope the envelope not much company Everyday- Einsteins Big profit scope The brainstorm Reign All signs detour cabin Choo Choo train caboose You nailed it the moose One footloose The one-man show Two women know The odds to their advantage Someone is the traitor Mom is the Tailor The zigzag lines Crazy cat felines  "That's It"  punctuality, Use your capability "Technet Technology" take a walk favorite park Shiba Inu rollover The bad ones the Millionaires homes flip over the do or dare We cannot pay NYC token fare Words are our power For Sale quick sales Being sold Too hot whats cold Those emails trying to delete (More casualties Tombstone mummies Democracy leading us like dummies chewing Bear Valentine gummies) Like the "Elephant Stampede" New Orleans parade Every day please donate We never know about our fate too early or late Every day new Providence Demon computer virus Love comes with confidence Love yourself and Venus Apples and oranges minus Use it You have a voice!!! City clean up cockroaches Swap your fake Rolex Watchtower index Trump tower complex "Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed Every day we need to cleanse The "Godly Shower" be blessed Practical Everday Use It Magical write poetically Precisely the right piece puzzle You are the one World it's you to dazzle*
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Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
robinHelloRow
Everyday Use IT
Screaming What's the use----?? Flower of the Graces "The Tenth Muse" "Everyday Use It" The earth revolves Around the sun Minerals Love it Drink it vitamin C Mass of energy A-B-C The gravity every day We cannot use it_ Became the play money Copied tainted not the Bee's honey here's The everyday economy One lick of hope the envelope not much company Everyday- Einsteins Big profit scope The brainstorm Reign All signs detour cabin Choo Choo train caboose You nailed it the moose One footloose The one-man show Two women know The odds to their advantage Someone is the traitor Mom is the Tailor The zigzag lines Crazy cat felines  "That's It"  punctuality, Use your capability "Technet Technology" take a walk favorite park Shiba Inu rollover The bad ones the Millionaires homes flip over the do or dare We cannot pay NYC token fare Words are our power For Sale quick sales Being sold Too hot whats cold Those emails trying to delete (More casualties Tombstone mummies Democracy leading us like dummies chewing Bear Valentine gummies) Like the "Elephant Stampede" New Orleans parade Every day please donate We never know about our fate too early or late Every day new Providence Demon computer virus Love comes with confidence Love yourself and Venus Apples and oranges minus Use it You have a voice!!! City clean up cockroaches Swap your fake Rolex Watchtower index Trump tower complex "Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed Every day we need to cleanse The "Godly Shower" be blessed Practical Everday Use It Magical write poetically Precisely the right piece puzzle You are the one World it's you to dazzle*
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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
aye miss the trials and tribulations of expectant fatherhood
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.
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The lady in red shoes She has no absolute clues On Monday morning blues She Whistles the song "FOOTLOOSE" It isn't about the shoes The red pair she choose Strangely, someone called Bruce Offered her apple juice It isn't about the shoes but the color that she choose Oh... she should never loose Her pair of red colored shoes.......
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
sharina-saad
A pair of red shoes
The lady in red shoes She has no absolute clues On Monday morning blues She Whistles the song "FOOTLOOSE" It isn't about the shoes The red pair she choose Strangely, someone called Bruce Offered her apple juice It isn't about the shoes but the color that she choose Oh... she should never loose Her pair of red colored shoes.......
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Moist and monochrome, clouds are gathering On a Sunday afternoon. Look up idly from my browsing, at the building 'cross the pool Winds picks up, the monsoon breezes Lick at the curtains twelve floors up On the terrace, woman standing Arms outstretched, grasp the rail Legs stressed back, footloose in sandal Lightly muscled, slightly formed Kimono slips from lighted shoulder, designer ****** strawberry brown Fabric glides across the hip-line Revealing all to me below Wearing nothing on the landing Hint of shadow, ***** mound. From the sliding doors behind her Steps a man not quite unseen Waist encircled in one movement, undergarment stripped away Rigid stillness then the thrusting Tension mounting at the breath Woman gasps the O shape forming Through her silent, varnished lips Mahler moaning on the ITunes Waves are forming, silent sound Thrusting, busting, flexing, ******* arching back crescendo reached Sun comes out, just at that moment Roads diverging in the wood Disconnecting, and uncoupling Might and maybe should and aught Trembling fingers, taught in temper Blink the eye and pop the top Shaking hands that hold the taper, to the unformed smoking spliff **** the wreaths in, breathe the thought out Bottle clinks across the teeth Unbelieving, unconcealing Unrelieving, unreleased
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
wallace-j-larwood
Not Quite Unseen
Moist and monochrome, clouds are gathering On a Sunday afternoon. Look up idly from my browsing, at the building 'cross the pool Winds picks up, the monsoon breezes Lick at the curtains twelve floors up On the terrace, woman standing Arms outstretched, grasp the rail Legs stressed back, footloose in sandal Lightly muscled, slightly formed Kimono slips from lighted shoulder, designer ****** strawberry brown Fabric glides across the hip-line Revealing all to me below Wearing nothing on the landing Hint of shadow, ***** mound. From the sliding doors behind her Steps a man not quite unseen Waist encircled in one movement, undergarment stripped away Rigid stillness then the thrusting Tension mounting at the breath Woman gasps the O shape forming Through her silent, varnished lips Mahler moaning on the ITunes Waves are forming, silent sound Thrusting, busting, flexing, ******* arching back crescendo reached Sun comes out, just at that moment Roads diverging in the wood Disconnecting, and uncoupling Might and maybe should and aught Trembling fingers, taught in temper Blink the eye and pop the top Shaking hands that hold the taper, to the unformed smoking spliff **** the wreaths in, breathe the thought out Bottle clinks across the teeth Unbelieving, unconcealing Unrelieving, unreleased
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Sometimes When words of the flesh Cease to prevent the sound of silence From resonating in my soul I dream of a cottage A little cottage by the sea With rose vines lingering on the walls And a garden filled to the brim With daffodils, tulips and daisies With a little piano Whose sweet strains Fill many a winter’s night with unbound pleasure I dream of days filled with footloose and fancy free frolicking Exploring new places Trying new things Adding more snapshots to the memory shelf Each day ending with the joy of falling asleep in each other’s arms I dream of waking up to the sound of your heartbeat The most significant sound in my world I dream of hours spent curled up next to you Simply listening to your voice A voice more dear to me Than any beloved melody I dream of lingering smiles Of walking down golden lanes With the rain pouring down our faces Of growing old together Like the beautiful leaves Of a Canadian autumn I dream of never ever having to say good bye Just you and me In our cottage by the sea.....
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
bips1997
Our Cottage By The Sea
Sometimes When words of the flesh Cease to prevent the sound of silence From resonating in my soul I dream of a cottage A little cottage by the sea With rose vines lingering on the walls And a garden filled to the brim With daffodils, tulips and daisies With a little piano Whose sweet strains Fill many a winter’s night with unbound pleasure I dream of days filled with footloose and fancy free frolicking Exploring new places Trying new things Adding more snapshots to the memory shelf Each day ending with the joy of falling asleep in each other’s arms I dream of waking up to the sound of your heartbeat The most significant sound in my world I dream of hours spent curled up next to you Simply listening to your voice A voice more dear to me Than any beloved melody I dream of lingering smiles Of walking down golden lanes With the rain pouring down our faces Of growing old together Like the beautiful leaves Of a Canadian autumn I dream of never ever having to say good bye Just you and me In our cottage by the sea.....
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Moist and monochrome, clouds are gathering On a Sunday afternoon. Look up idly from my browsing, at the building 'cross the pool Winds picks up, the monsoon breezes Lick at the curtains twelve floors up On the terrace, woman standing Arms outstretched, grasp the rail Legs stressed back, footloose in sandal Lightly muscled, slightly formed Kimono slips from lighted shoulder, designer ****** strawberry brown Fabric glides across the hip-line Revealing all to me below Wearing nothing on the landing Hint of shadow, ***** mound. From the sliding doors behind her Steps a man not quite unseen Waist encircled in one movement, undergarment stripped away Rigid stillness then the thrusting Tension mounting at the breath Woman gasps the O shape forming Through her silent, varnished lips Mahler moaning on the ITunes Waves are forming, silent sound Thrusting, busting, flexing, ******* arching back crescendo reached Sun comes out, just at that moment Roads diverging in the wood Disconnecting, and uncoupling Might and maybe, aught and should Trembling  fingers, taught in temper Blink the eye and pop the top Shaking hands that hold the taper, to the unformed smoking spliff **** the wreaths in, breathe the thought out Bottle clinks across the teeth Unbelieving, unconcealing Unrelieving, unreleased
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 6:15 AM UTC
j-wallace-larwood
Not Quite Unseen
Moist and monochrome, clouds are gathering On a Sunday afternoon. Look up idly from my browsing, at the building 'cross the pool Winds picks up, the monsoon breezes Lick at the curtains twelve floors up On the terrace, woman standing Arms outstretched, grasp the rail Legs stressed back, footloose in sandal Lightly muscled, slightly formed Kimono slips from lighted shoulder, designer ****** strawberry brown Fabric glides across the hip-line Revealing all to me below Wearing nothing on the landing Hint of shadow, ***** mound. From the sliding doors behind her Steps a man not quite unseen Waist encircled in one movement, undergarment stripped away Rigid stillness then the thrusting Tension mounting at the breath Woman gasps the O shape forming Through her silent, varnished lips Mahler moaning on the ITunes Waves are forming, silent sound Thrusting, busting, flexing, ******* arching back crescendo reached Sun comes out, just at that moment Roads diverging in the wood Disconnecting, and uncoupling Might and maybe, aught and should Trembling  fingers, taught in temper Blink the eye and pop the top Shaking hands that hold the taper, to the unformed smoking spliff **** the wreaths in, breathe the thought out Bottle clinks across the teeth Unbelieving, unconcealing Unrelieving, unreleased
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feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes be brave face your fears footloose and fancyfree don't run with scissors smile stay a while catch more flies with honey wrong way turn back a stitch in time saves nine when i was your age no rhyme or reason to it high road or low road polly want a ******* click, click, boom first past the post i 'm just a smiling sunbeam barrel of monkeys to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you hand in the cookie jar never seen the like flat out like a lizard drinking not happy jan! take a bex and have a good lie down sunshine and daffodils slip, slop, slap, put on a hat life passes by in the blink of an eye chip on your shoulder take note laughter the best medicine *** brainfreeze kindness warms the cockles of my heart if you can't be nice you did not just say that umm, ahh, now you in trouble quiet now i am watching tv do not cry don't spray it, say it do not tell mum it was'nt me hava mint, please lol go to your room do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$ hello all the world's a stage... merely players wanna play go away busy want to come over can i kiss you push it's a boy what a whopper please i've seen better do i know you the dog ate my homework who now why am i here put your clothes on what goes up must come down life goes on is my *** big in this stop the merry-go-round i want to get off whatever i need a dollar tea anyone she had a goodlife sorry how much every things coming up roses what pink pigs flying overhead snap, crackle, pop one sugar or two in case i don't see you good morning good evening and good night ttyl out take a bow you've earned it
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
betterdays
rephraseology
feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes be brave face your fears footloose and fancyfree don't run with scissors smile stay a while catch more flies with honey wrong way turn back a stitch in time saves nine when i was your age no rhyme or reason to it high road or low road polly want a ******* click, click, boom first past the post i 'm just a smiling sunbeam barrel of monkeys to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you hand in the cookie jar never seen the like flat out like a lizard drinking not happy jan! take a bex and have a good lie down sunshine and daffodils slip, slop, slap, put on a hat life passes by in the blink of an eye chip on your shoulder take note laughter the best medicine *** brainfreeze kindness warms the cockles of my heart if you can't be nice you did not just say that umm, ahh, now you in trouble quiet now i am watching tv do not cry don't spray it, say it do not tell mum it was'nt me hava mint, please lol go to your room do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$ hello all the world's a stage... merely players wanna play go away busy want to come over can i kiss you push it's a boy what a whopper please i've seen better do i know you the dog ate my homework who now why am i here put your clothes on what goes up must come down life goes on is my *** big in this stop the merry-go-round i want to get off whatever i need a dollar tea anyone she had a goodlife sorry how much every things coming up roses what pink pigs flying overhead snap, crackle, pop one sugar or two in case i don't see you good morning good evening and good night ttyl out take a bow you've earned it
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My wife wears the sandals. I never could. Must wear socks. She says, No socks with sandals. It's just not done! Sorry, don't see myself with scented candles, wispy beard smoking *** No disregards, it's just not my lot.
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
tony-luxton
Footloose
My wife wears the sandals. I never could. Must wear socks. She says, No socks with sandals. It's just not done! Sorry, don't see myself with scented candles, wispy beard smoking *** No disregards, it's just not my lot.
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Footloose and glad I am, Thousand times happier, So what if I am incomplete. Not all jigsaw puzzles find completion. Footloose I will roam the world, Single till the time demands, I'll take no more tension of a third person.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
Atul
Footloose
Footloose and glad I am, Thousand times happier, So what if I am incomplete. Not all jigsaw puzzles find completion. Footloose I will roam the world, Single till the time demands, I'll take no more tension of a third person.
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feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes  be brave face your fears footloose and fancyfree  don't run with scissors  smile stay a while  catch more flies with honey  wrong way turn back  a stitch in time saves nine  when i was your age  no rhyme or reason to it  high road or low road  polly want a *******  click, click, boom first past the post  i 'm just a smiling sunbeam  barrel of monkeys  to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you  hand in the cookie jar  never seen the like  flat out like a lizard drinking  not happy jan!  take a bex and have a good lie down pull your socks up! sunshine and daffodils  slip, slop, slap, put on a hat  life passes by in the blink of an eye stand up straight chip on your shoulder  take note  laughter the best medicine  ***  brainfreeze  kindness warms the cockles of my heart  if you can't be nice  you did not just say that  umm, ahh, now you in trouble  quiet now i am watching tv  do not cry  don't spray it, say it  do not tell mum  it was'nt me  hava mint, please lol go to your room  do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$  hello  all the world's a stage... merely players  wanna play go away busy  want to come over  can i kiss you  push  it's a boy  what a whopper  please i've seen better  do i know you  the dog ate my homework  who now  why am i here  put your clothes on  what goes up must come down  life goes on  is my *** big in this  stop the merry-go-round i want to get off  whatever i need a dollar  tea anyone  she had a goodlife  sorry how much  every things coming up roses  what pink pigs flying overhead  snap, crackle, n'pop  one sugar or two  in case i don't see you  good morning  good evening and good night  ttyl  out take a bow you've earned it.
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
betterdays
rephraseology
feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes  be brave face your fears footloose and fancyfree  don't run with scissors  smile stay a while  catch more flies with honey  wrong way turn back  a stitch in time saves nine  when i was your age  no rhyme or reason to it  high road or low road  polly want a *******  click, click, boom first past the post  i 'm just a smiling sunbeam  barrel of monkeys  to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you  hand in the cookie jar  never seen the like  flat out like a lizard drinking  not happy jan!  take a bex and have a good lie down pull your socks up! sunshine and daffodils  slip, slop, slap, put on a hat  life passes by in the blink of an eye stand up straight chip on your shoulder  take note  laughter the best medicine  ***  brainfreeze  kindness warms the cockles of my heart  if you can't be nice  you did not just say that  umm, ahh, now you in trouble  quiet now i am watching tv  do not cry  don't spray it, say it  do not tell mum  it was'nt me  hava mint, please lol go to your room  do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$  hello  all the world's a stage... merely players  wanna play go away busy  want to come over  can i kiss you  push  it's a boy  what a whopper  please i've seen better  do i know you  the dog ate my homework  who now  why am i here  put your clothes on  what goes up must come down  life goes on  is my *** big in this  stop the merry-go-round i want to get off  whatever i need a dollar  tea anyone  she had a goodlife  sorry how much  every things coming up roses  what pink pigs flying overhead  snap, crackle, n'pop  one sugar or two  in case i don't see you  good morning  good evening and good night  ttyl  out take a bow you've earned it.
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the days all seem to blend into one long song of regaling minstrels of mixed temperament and poets of a different tongue all she can say to you as she shows you the door is that she wishes you well and hopes you enjoyed the ride cause you know its the right thing to do and she kisses your cheek out into the night you shuffle you wander the carnival of the city streets and wonder at the creatures of night who don't need a home to know who they were born to be who don't need directions to know right from wrong the passive shadow retreats across the floor as the day slips my gaze rides the rays out the window to breathtaking panorama of sky but after few moments the skies silent awe evaporates as day crowds back in these are days in the length of my years that i pause to ponder the small ripples the slight thing that becomes a tidal wave later in life sets in like the worn heel of favored running shoes its bitter dregs taste sweet in comparison to the taste of her eyes as she rejected the venture its a fine gift like a box of gold like a treasure of the soul but it is not real it is not true it is simply a feeling of comradeship a heartfelt desire that things could be different late afternoon sunlight through the narrow window falls on the burnished oak bringing to life the the beloved scents of childhood home my parents library of books spread through the house and all that knowledge that once thought was so precious has turned into a phone that dont ring the passive shadow retreats across the floor as the day slips my gaze rides the rays out the window to breathtaking panorama of sky but after few moments the skies silent awe evaporates as day crowds back in and i remember that i was once a footloose son and once danced in the dust of a summer sun with a girl wearing a rose printed dress and all seemed so right and true that day and it was and it was these are days in the length of my years that i pause to ponder the small ripples the slight thing that becomes a tidal wave later in life these days are long gone before they ever came aint that just like her
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
treasure of the soul
the days all seem to blend into one long song of regaling minstrels of mixed temperament and poets of a different tongue all she can say to you as she shows you the door is that she wishes you well and hopes you enjoyed the ride cause you know its the right thing to do and she kisses your cheek out into the night you shuffle you wander the carnival of the city streets and wonder at the creatures of night who don't need a home to know who they were born to be who don't need directions to know right from wrong the passive shadow retreats across the floor as the day slips my gaze rides the rays out the window to breathtaking panorama of sky but after few moments the skies silent awe evaporates as day crowds back in these are days in the length of my years that i pause to ponder the small ripples the slight thing that becomes a tidal wave later in life sets in like the worn heel of favored running shoes its bitter dregs taste sweet in comparison to the taste of her eyes as she rejected the venture its a fine gift like a box of gold like a treasure of the soul but it is not real it is not true it is simply a feeling of comradeship a heartfelt desire that things could be different late afternoon sunlight through the narrow window falls on the burnished oak bringing to life the the beloved scents of childhood home my parents library of books spread through the house and all that knowledge that once thought was so precious has turned into a phone that dont ring the passive shadow retreats across the floor as the day slips my gaze rides the rays out the window to breathtaking panorama of sky but after few moments the skies silent awe evaporates as day crowds back in and i remember that i was once a footloose son and once danced in the dust of a summer sun with a girl wearing a rose printed dress and all seemed so right and true that day and it was and it was these are days in the length of my years that i pause to ponder the small ripples the slight thing that becomes a tidal wave later in life these days are long gone before they ever came aint that just like her
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cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air slow and steady like time was waiting for him to catch up with weathered leather jacket and rough unshaven jaw bright eyes that couldn't have been more distant than ever he's been gone since bitter resentment blind nostalgia for the old gal he used to have she didn't know commitments and conferences kept her away her future secured with a pinch of surety like a caterpillar in a  cocoon ready to bat its wings away while he had his walking around aimlessly struggling to find permanence in anything convinced himself that he was free and footloose but satisfaction all short-lived mostly found late at night in rundown motels and crowded bars it's hard to keep your eyes open when missed opportunities close in on you he's drowning in a sea of disappointment or was it the liquor? everyone calls him No-Hope and he thinks so too but still he wouldn't let go and be carried away in the current like the rest of the faceless, countless No-Hopes like him
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:28 AM UTC
sa-sha
the house will always win
cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air slow and steady like time was waiting for him to catch up with weathered leather jacket and rough unshaven jaw bright eyes that couldn't have been more distant than ever he's been gone since bitter resentment blind nostalgia for the old gal he used to have she didn't know commitments and conferences kept her away her future secured with a pinch of surety like a caterpillar in a  cocoon ready to bat its wings away while he had his walking around aimlessly struggling to find permanence in anything convinced himself that he was free and footloose but satisfaction all short-lived mostly found late at night in rundown motels and crowded bars it's hard to keep your eyes open when missed opportunities close in on you he's drowning in a sea of disappointment or was it the liquor? everyone calls him No-Hope and he thinks so too but still he wouldn't let go and be carried away in the current like the rest of the faceless, countless No-Hopes like him
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Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter. Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions. Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies. Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest. Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money. Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Just Mien Pap Smeared Vapid Yawping
Hie Yamaha Wegman ****** voyager, voted vonage valuable, unrepentant TIME Magazine subscriber. Spotify sportsman Snapchat smartly. Sleuth slenderman silences Shutterfly schvitzing. Saxby sassy Santander sais sage rues rudimentary router rotorooter. Royale Rococco rigged remarkably regular referee reefers red reddit reeder recuperating. Reconnaissance recluse really rabid. QVC quotient quoting, quo quoi quivering quite quirky. Quisling quipped. Quintuplets quintessentially quiet. Quids Quicken questions. Quartermaster qualified quaint quaffing quadrilateral Pythons. Pyrex pylons put purdy purposeful puny punsters punching. Pumpkin pumice publicized prudential protean pros properly pronouncing prolific prodigies. Proletariats professors' problematic. Pro privileges prioritized. Principle primates prevaricate. Preppy pregnant, praying prattler possibly Porgie. Poseidon pooping poodle ponders poppycock. Plum? Polite poison pods ply pitiful pinterest. Pinhead Pillsbury pillager Pi. Pigskin pierce petsmart pests permanently. Perdition percolates peppered PennState pedigreed PearlJam Patagonian. Pastor pastes passion passably. Papas' paginated orbitz okayed. Nutty node needs money. Next netzero nee naugahyde. Nattering nationwide nabob Moxie Molly McGee. Monosodium livingsocial joyus je kickstarter. Identityguard Huffington GMO. Gluten Glutamate footloose fancy free footlocker. Fingerhut fetishistic fabrication Cingular.
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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
aye miss the trials and tribulations of expectant fatherhood
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.
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Rolled into town With a chip on my shoulder Big as a boulder Footloose and free I went to my woman I stood there and told her I thought we should fold her Now it's just me Love isn't easy It's more than a game You play what you're dealt And there's no one to blame Do something wrong It's more of the same Love isn't easy for me NO....Love isn't easy for me Needed some time Found an old city bar me and my guitar Had two shots and a beer Had me a drink From an old, cracked fruit jar Thick as coal tar What it was, wasn't clear Love isn't easy It's more than a game The players may change The result's still the same Think too hard on it It'll drive you insane Love isn't easy for me NO...Love isn't easy for me Went to the jukebox Put some cash in It was just then my phone, signalled me My ex said hey baby Let's try it again I counted to ten It's my guitar and me Love isn't easy It's a new kind of hell You think you're ok But, you never can tell Instead of in love I wish I'd just fell Love isn't easy for me NO...Love isn't easy for me Rolled into town With a chip on my shoulder Big as a boulder Footloose and free
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
roger-turner
Love isn't easy for me
Rolled into town With a chip on my shoulder Big as a boulder Footloose and free I went to my woman I stood there and told her I thought we should fold her Now it's just me Love isn't easy It's more than a game You play what you're dealt And there's no one to blame Do something wrong It's more of the same Love isn't easy for me NO....Love isn't easy for me Needed some time Found an old city bar me and my guitar Had two shots and a beer Had me a drink From an old, cracked fruit jar Thick as coal tar What it was, wasn't clear Love isn't easy It's more than a game The players may change The result's still the same Think too hard on it It'll drive you insane Love isn't easy for me NO...Love isn't easy for me Went to the jukebox Put some cash in It was just then my phone, signalled me My ex said hey baby Let's try it again I counted to ten It's my guitar and me Love isn't easy It's a new kind of hell You think you're ok But, you never can tell Instead of in love I wish I'd just fell Love isn't easy for me NO...Love isn't easy for me Rolled into town With a chip on my shoulder Big as a boulder Footloose and free
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feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes  be brave face your fears footloose and fancy-free don't run with scissors  smile stay a while  catch more flies with honey  wrong way turn back  a stitch in time saves nine  when i was your age  no rhyme or reason to it  high road or low road  polly want a *******  click, click, boom first past the post  i 'm just a smiling sunbeam  barrel of monkeys  to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you  hand in the cookie jar  never seen the like  flat out like a lizard drinking  not happy jan!  take a bex and have a good lie down pull your socks up! sunshine and daffodils slip, slop, slap, put on a hat  life passes by in the blink of an eye stand up straight chip on your shoulder take note  laughter the best medicine  ***  brainfreeze  kindness warms the cockles of my heart  if you can't be nice  you did not just say that  umm, ahh, now you in trouble  quiet now i am watching tv  do not cry  don't spray it, say it  do not tell mum  it was'nt me  hava mint, please lol go to your room  do not pass go  do not collect one hundred $$  hello  all the world's a stage... merely players  wanna play go away busy  want to come over  can i kiss you  push  it's a boy  what a whopper  please i've seen better  do i know you  the dog ate my homework  who now  why am i here put your clothes on  what goes up must come down  life goes on  is my *** big in this  stop the merry-go-round, i want to get off  whatever i need a dollar  tea anyone  she had a goodlife  sorry how much  every things coming up roses  what pink pigs flying overhead  snap, crackle, n'pop  one sugar or two  in case i don't see you  good morning  good evening and good night rinse, repeat. set now see here  ttyl  out take a bow you've earned it
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
betterdays
rephraseology
feelin lazy today, so you get what you get, turn the page move on learn from your mistakes  be brave face your fears footloose and fancy-free don't run with scissors  smile stay a while  catch more flies with honey  wrong way turn back  a stitch in time saves nine  when i was your age  no rhyme or reason to it  high road or low road  polly want a *******  click, click, boom first past the post  i 'm just a smiling sunbeam  barrel of monkeys  to thine ownself be thank you what doesn't **** you  hand in the cookie jar  never seen the like  flat out like a lizard drinking  not happy jan!  take a bex and have a good lie down pull your socks up! sunshine and daffodils slip, slop, slap, put on a hat  life passes by in the blink of an eye stand up straight chip on your shoulder take note  laughter the best medicine  ***  brainfreeze  kindness warms the cockles of my heart  if you can't be nice  you did not just say that  umm, ahh, now you in trouble  quiet now i am watching tv  do not cry  don't spray it, say it  do not tell mum  it was'nt me  hava mint, please lol go to your room  do not pass go  do not collect one hundred $$  hello  all the world's a stage... merely players  wanna play go away busy  want to come over  can i kiss you  push  it's a boy  what a whopper  please i've seen better  do i know you  the dog ate my homework  who now  why am i here put your clothes on  what goes up must come down  life goes on  is my *** big in this  stop the merry-go-round, i want to get off  whatever i need a dollar  tea anyone  she had a goodlife  sorry how much  every things coming up roses  what pink pigs flying overhead  snap, crackle, n'pop  one sugar or two  in case i don't see you  good morning  good evening and good night rinse, repeat. set now see here  ttyl  out take a bow you've earned it
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Far below the watermark, it’s really all the same… A Youth screams in truth—Bloated tongue and footloose—for her father, underwater; While her mother lifeless too, floats along the Grimy hue, face disguised with ****** blue, down the bank-- about a mile or two… But these words are all in vain, because it’s really all insane, that Far Below the watermark, it’s really all the same… Names next to X’s, Signed by anyone of your nagging Exes, haunt your dreams like shapeless hexes-- Reminding you that to succeed, you need to feed from their luscious Platinum **** which you learn to love by, first, ******* on their feet. So, climb that money ladder! Gadgets! Gizmos, all galore! Stab this back with small “e-chatter”, and raise your wallet up one soulless person more… Because these words are all in vain, and it’s really not all insane, that Levees break, Truths are fake, and X’s, Exes, Fears and Hexes on their own, do write your fate. So worry not! All your dreams make sure you maim, for Far Below the watermark, it’s really all the same.
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Apr 30, 2010
Apr 30, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
damian-acosta
Below The Watermark
Far below the watermark, it’s really all the same… A Youth screams in truth—Bloated tongue and footloose—for her father, underwater; While her mother lifeless too, floats along the Grimy hue, face disguised with ****** blue, down the bank-- about a mile or two… But these words are all in vain, because it’s really all insane, that Far Below the watermark, it’s really all the same… Names next to X’s, Signed by anyone of your nagging Exes, haunt your dreams like shapeless hexes-- Reminding you that to succeed, you need to feed from their luscious Platinum **** which you learn to love by, first, ******* on their feet. So, climb that money ladder! Gadgets! Gizmos, all galore! Stab this back with small “e-chatter”, and raise your wallet up one soulless person more… Because these words are all in vain, and it’s really not all insane, that Levees break, Truths are fake, and X’s, Exes, Fears and Hexes on their own, do write your fate. So worry not! All your dreams make sure you maim, for Far Below the watermark, it’s really all the same.
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Could you kiss me? Remember when we used to hate each other? I think I might have loved you Did you like girls? I loved being your son I still have that Footloose pamphlet you gave me Thanks for being nice to me Carrot-top Kelley I tacked that picture on my bulletin board scratch my back? You were my first step outside kid I still think you were flirting with me I was surprised when you swore Can I get a towel, please? I was writing poetry when you found me Paul really is great, huh? can I sit with you one more time?
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
wasitsjusterin
Last Words and Wishes
Could you kiss me? Remember when we used to hate each other? I think I might have loved you Did you like girls? I loved being your son I still have that Footloose pamphlet you gave me Thanks for being nice to me Carrot-top Kelley I tacked that picture on my bulletin board scratch my back? You were my first step outside kid I still think you were flirting with me I was surprised when you swore Can I get a towel, please? I was writing poetry when you found me Paul really is great, huh? can I sit with you one more time?
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The man on the phone told him that rent was due by five o'clock rent which was not there but five was seven hours away and he had this feeling that seven hours was a good distance to put between him and Richmond so he packed up his clothes his old jeans and plaid button downs and his typewriter that old clunky son of a ***** which made such sweet music he stuffed it all into a backpack and left his keys in the apartment as the door closed for him for the last time He left Virginia behind and headed west he spent a night or two in Memphis drinking cheap bourbon from a plastic bottle and dancing with some pretty little thing as Johnny Cash played over the radio He took his car and passed through Fort Smith Arkansas but he didn't stay too long He made a few bucks cleaning glasses in a ****** old bar in Oklahoma City sleeping in the small room upstairs He made it to Amarillo Texas and thought that he might just stay under the dead pan Texas sun but he was restlessly being chased by his memories and fears His car broke down in Albuquerque so he hopped on a train heading to Phoenix but Phoenix was tough and alien and he got footloose real quick He hitched out of there with a ****** cardboard sign which read simply "West" and he met some strangers and made some new friends before he found himself in fallen angel country Hollywood heart breaks and smog covered starlight with no more road left to travel he'd been coast to coast he settled down like the pioneers who came before him and burned his maps just a ***** road weary, traveler with a typewriter and dusty worn jeans a traveler who made his way home
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
harry-j-baxter
Hitting the Road
The man on the phone told him that rent was due by five o'clock rent which was not there but five was seven hours away and he had this feeling that seven hours was a good distance to put between him and Richmond so he packed up his clothes his old jeans and plaid button downs and his typewriter that old clunky son of a ***** which made such sweet music he stuffed it all into a backpack and left his keys in the apartment as the door closed for him for the last time He left Virginia behind and headed west he spent a night or two in Memphis drinking cheap bourbon from a plastic bottle and dancing with some pretty little thing as Johnny Cash played over the radio He took his car and passed through Fort Smith Arkansas but he didn't stay too long He made a few bucks cleaning glasses in a ****** old bar in Oklahoma City sleeping in the small room upstairs He made it to Amarillo Texas and thought that he might just stay under the dead pan Texas sun but he was restlessly being chased by his memories and fears His car broke down in Albuquerque so he hopped on a train heading to Phoenix but Phoenix was tough and alien and he got footloose real quick He hitched out of there with a ****** cardboard sign which read simply "West" and he met some strangers and made some new friends before he found himself in fallen angel country Hollywood heart breaks and smog covered starlight with no more road left to travel he'd been coast to coast he settled down like the pioneers who came before him and burned his maps just a ***** road weary, traveler with a typewriter and dusty worn jeans a traveler who made his way home
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Shine Upholds Pristine bliss Pairs us so close Love begins to croon Even trees and birds dance Nature and you when so close Every thing else become footloose Sweetness brings lingering peace to soul Shine upholds pristine bliss, pairs us so close
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
john-thomas-tharayil
Suppleness (Acrostic Dictina)
Shine Upholds Pristine bliss Pairs us so close Love begins to croon Even trees and birds dance Nature and you when so close Every thing else become footloose Sweetness brings lingering peace to soul Shine upholds pristine bliss, pairs us so close
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the road was a dusty grey in the early morning light shadowed by a thick fog quiet with late summer breeze his footloose wandering had brought him through all the long years and all the long miles to this strange place the old wood fence broken down in places was all that separated from the woods cool and rich with the scents of summer and it looked like a wonderful place to take his rest from midday sun so sat neith a tall oak has his supper and did fall fast asleep lulled by the warm summer day and he dreamed a dream of all the worlds wonders dream of loving warm things that give the heart ease he woke well after the sun had fled to a forest strangely silent to a foreboding to chill to the soul he cast about seeking the source of ill-ease but nothing there was so it seemed deep in distance he began to perceive the small sound of a woman's voice singing soft an sweet drawing near and he could see distant light moving through the trees drawing near and he did marvel at the ideal of sweet maiden coming to ease him so sweet was the sounds of her approach he had only thought of beauty only had thought of lusts but narrow is the edge of reality we perceive and swift is reality's vengeance for the unguarded heart and then he saw her and swore within his heart that he was in love so fair was her face so enticing was her form so he was ensnared so he was doomed she is a siren of the dark wood her fair face hides the sharp teeth of her viper heart her fair figure hides her dark nature she fell upon him and murdered poor traveler without even a thought left his bare bones to dry in the morning sun the dark wood contains many things to chill the soul but none so gruesome as the fair maiden
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
mark-john-junor-1
in the dark wood
the road was a dusty grey in the early morning light shadowed by a thick fog quiet with late summer breeze his footloose wandering had brought him through all the long years and all the long miles to this strange place the old wood fence broken down in places was all that separated from the woods cool and rich with the scents of summer and it looked like a wonderful place to take his rest from midday sun so sat neith a tall oak has his supper and did fall fast asleep lulled by the warm summer day and he dreamed a dream of all the worlds wonders dream of loving warm things that give the heart ease he woke well after the sun had fled to a forest strangely silent to a foreboding to chill to the soul he cast about seeking the source of ill-ease but nothing there was so it seemed deep in distance he began to perceive the small sound of a woman's voice singing soft an sweet drawing near and he could see distant light moving through the trees drawing near and he did marvel at the ideal of sweet maiden coming to ease him so sweet was the sounds of her approach he had only thought of beauty only had thought of lusts but narrow is the edge of reality we perceive and swift is reality's vengeance for the unguarded heart and then he saw her and swore within his heart that he was in love so fair was her face so enticing was her form so he was ensnared so he was doomed she is a siren of the dark wood her fair face hides the sharp teeth of her viper heart her fair figure hides her dark nature she fell upon him and murdered poor traveler without even a thought left his bare bones to dry in the morning sun the dark wood contains many things to chill the soul but none so gruesome as the fair maiden
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That woman packed my suitcase She threw it out the door She told me it was over Don't come here anymore And when you get rejected It's a black-eye on your pride You can still look like a winner Don't let it cramp your style So I did not let the world See me wallow in defeat I found myself a big brass band Parading down the street I stepped to that big drumbeat Footloose fancy free I got out front and showed the world The finest side of me THEY THOUGHT THAT I WAS                 LEADING THE PARADE I MARCHED OFF IN THE SUNSHINE LIKE I SURE DID HAVE IT MADE I SURE DID HATE TO GO SO I PUT ON A HELLUVA SHOW... THEY THOUGHT THAT I WAS                 LEADING THE PARADE Just one little battle Was all I really lost I picked myself back up again Just like my Daddy taught I talked to me and told me "That old sun's still in the sky" And I boogied to the rhythm With my colors flying high CHORUS
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
louisbrown
They Thought That I Was Leading The Parade
That woman packed my suitcase She threw it out the door She told me it was over Don't come here anymore And when you get rejected It's a black-eye on your pride You can still look like a winner Don't let it cramp your style So I did not let the world See me wallow in defeat I found myself a big brass band Parading down the street I stepped to that big drumbeat Footloose fancy free I got out front and showed the world The finest side of me THEY THOUGHT THAT I WAS                 LEADING THE PARADE I MARCHED OFF IN THE SUNSHINE LIKE I SURE DID HAVE IT MADE I SURE DID HATE TO GO SO I PUT ON A HELLUVA SHOW... THEY THOUGHT THAT I WAS                 LEADING THE PARADE Just one little battle Was all I really lost I picked myself back up again Just like my Daddy taught I talked to me and told me "That old sun's still in the sky" And I boogied to the rhythm With my colors flying high CHORUS
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I am angry (that I love you, that you don't love me that these brownies are too sticky) And that's what I finally yell about. You wrap an arm around my shoulders and against reason I melt. I feel better. My head rebels against this But my heart sings tells my body to relax and (you walk away, careless fancy-free) sink into your absence.
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Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
shila-yovake
Footloose
I am angry (that I love you, that you don't love me that these brownies are too sticky) And that's what I finally yell about. You wrap an arm around my shoulders and against reason I melt. I feel better. My head rebels against this But my heart sings tells my body to relax and (you walk away, careless fancy-free) sink into your absence.
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We met in the beat hotel a room or two or three or some other number brimming with expatriots hiding from society they shared ideas and art and passion and life and through their drug fueled dreams they helped change the mold of the Earth a hotel for people not afraid of the different or scary or challenging the hotel which brought forth lyrical music in written form and freedom of spiritual apathy drugs and drink and danger and a sense of the footloose dominated all they used every aspect of life the unspeakable and the unhearable the beat hotel I wish there were more
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
harry-j-baxter
The Beat Hotel
We met in the beat hotel a room or two or three or some other number brimming with expatriots hiding from society they shared ideas and art and passion and life and through their drug fueled dreams they helped change the mold of the Earth a hotel for people not afraid of the different or scary or challenging the hotel which brought forth lyrical music in written form and freedom of spiritual apathy drugs and drink and danger and a sense of the footloose dominated all they used every aspect of life the unspeakable and the unhearable the beat hotel I wish there were more
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