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"lectric" poems
1 I came from Alabama 2 wid my ban jo on my knee, 3 I'm g'wan to Louisiana, 4 My true love for to see, 6 It raind all night the day I left 7 The weather it was dry, 8 The sun so hot I frose to death 9 Susanna dont you cry. 10 [Chorus] Oh! Susanna Oh! dont you cry for me 11 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee. 12 [Solo] I jumped aboard de telegraph, 13 And trabbelled down de riber, 14 De Lectric fluid magnified, 15 And Killed five Hundred ****** 16 De bullgine buste, de horse run off, 17 I realy thought I'd die; 18 I shut my eyes to hold my breath, 19 Susana, dont you cry. 20 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me 21 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee. 22 [Solo] I had a dream de odder night, 23 When ebery ting was still; 24 I thought I saw Susana, 25 A coming down de hill. 26 The buckwheat cake war in her mouth, 27 The tear was in her eye, 28 Says I, im coming from de South, 29 Susana, dont you cry. 30 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me 31 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee. 32 [Solo] I soon will be in New Orleans, 33 And den I'll look all round, 34 And when I find Susana, 35 I'll fall upon the ground. 36 But if I do not find her, 37 Dis ****** 'l surely die, 38 And when I'm dead and buried, 39 Susana, dont you cry. 40 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me 41 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
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Oh! Susanna
we'm from the valleys, high in wales, dull  as donkeys, hard as nails. torvaen town,blaenavon gwent, council caves,that some pay rent. black and white tellys, run on gas, houses wiv lectric,is upper class. we shoplift in winter, cos summers no good, you  can't wear coats, you can't wear hoods. we once mined coal, made steel and iron, honest hardmen, pittance relied on. now thats all gone, thro government bullies, now hoodies steal goodies, from tesco and woolies. valley boy logic, philosophy real, all good fings come. ....to those who steal.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC
valley hoodies
Mystical kisses A perfect pair of hazel eyes Never fails to make me smile Unique combination of love and lust Electric touch Loving him is so sweet, so deep.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
Bold letters.
Where were you when the fire went away? When the thunder escaped and the lightning was saved? What did you do when you heard the sound, but bore no witness to the golden down that gives a sky that godly crown? Certainly it was a matter of confusion, transfixed by the pandemonious afterthought of a storm that was simply illusion If I cannot be the lightning in your bed, but only the thunder you celebrate --marveling at my storm and e-lectric charm, and bottling the warning of what you forbade: "Thunder tells distance, and lightning gives harm", and yet I too have some meaning to display: thunder cannot satiate, nor can it corporalize into much beyond from where it originates, I am left blind as sonar and with a desire that can only bring belly-aches God made skies so that they would break and splinter into seconds of worship, --a blue vessel readied for harbor's sake , and with the beating it takes, the wise sky adores itself enough to revel in what was and then remain, forward-fast and backwards again healing, heeling and staying the same
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
Thunder
Calm before the storm and I love when we perform, Electric touches running through our wires, ecstasy growing higher. Learning every day your value, happy of the walls we smash through. Intensely looking into our eyes, getting lively as anxiety dies. Nothing matters, filled with laughter & intelligent chatter. Density, you filled with order what was the mess of me. Anticipating your sight; with you, the future looks bright.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
C.E.R
A silver platter, I've never had. Only words for munitions By definition im smitten with'm Slow down the rythym Let the bass drop and then when it hits'm Spiznit the wisdoms Please consider your kingdoms! Held together by lectric power. Without it you'd be devoured By thoughts in the shadow-realm So batten the hatches-of-helm Scatter the ashes that fell Sell your attachments To hell And roll on your magical mystical Fantasical whimsical mythical journey-of-legend Let's leave a lasting loving legacy Lamenting is landing zone. Loud laffs appose. Poetry & pro's Just a thought; "I suppose"
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
Gunsword
Keep missing her love I am always, Richter scale failed during those days, In the ones that earthquake struck, Poor me - I sank in her crooked love, I'm a man simple to stupidity's extent. I tried so hard only to end up faithless, Should love ever cross my way again? Drooling over an apparent innocence, Electric shocks I'll always remember, Again I know she won't fall from grace, Deepening is this sorrow in my cage.
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
In Memoriam
When we Met, I thought I would never forget you.... But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time. The 'lectric touch of our Lips, a feeling so Sublime But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time. Meeting on that day, And me without a dime You didn't seem to care, just being was so fine I was lost in the look of your Brown Eyed shine But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time. Your Irish Soul, and Blazing Portuguese Eyes Gave looks that were Sunshine, or Stormy Skies When lightening Flashed from your Eyes Deep Down in my Soul, I thought I was gonna Die But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time. Nights in bed lost in Lust, when we met a 24 Hour bout Hands and tongues, ******* and Thighs, Long Low Moan & Sighs R&B;, Stride Piano and the Blues, our passion always was Wild When we lost it, and that Guy watched And played blues so fine Unbelieving & Mesmerized, Bending the notes to our moans & Sighs Will he ever forget that night we Met, jamming with us in 4/4 time But now... Your face is just a shadow in Time.......JMF 12?4?14
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
A Shadow in Time.....
it was a dark night when suffer and his baby brother set out to make a few bucks at some kinda quick somthin or other like a thousand times before down easy on the farm always been that way just gotta figure the way to cut the bean close to the fat an squeeze the soil for the pound and its always owing someone owing everybody cause the ends never have met an never will but a shotgun brought it close a time or two so suffer believes he will take it on with tonight see if he can straighten out what never been right it was a dark night slow and easy in the town like it always has been everybody knows everybody's name and everybody's game so it wasn't much of a surprise to find suffer and his big baby brother walk on into the five and dime pullin out guns and robbing the register and old man jenkins pulled his six shooter and put five of em baby brother one in suffer's leg he promptly fell to wailing his baby brother was gone now hes gonna face the 'lectric chair all on his lonesome all on his lonesome cause he was named to suffer and that's what hes gonna do gonna burn in that ole time hell like they got there in the good book yea gonna ride the lighting cause suffer been a loose cannon too long and they don't like that in this slow down an easy do it town so he's gotta pay always been that way the ends never meet and never will but no matter you go to the good lord with apologies in hand dressed in your sunday best like a good boy finally suffer your gonna be a good boy pushin daisy's in a summer sun pushin till the lord calls you on home
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
suffer and his baby brother
it was a dark night when suffer and his baby brother set out to make a few bucks at some kinda quick somthin or other like a thousand times before down easy on the farm always been that way just gotta figure the way to cut the bean close to the fat an squeeze the soil for the pound and its always owing someone owing everybody cause the ends never have met an never will but a shotgun brought it close a time or two so suffer believes he will take it on with tonight see if he can straighten out what never been right it was a dark night slow and easy in the town like it always has been everybody knows everybody's name and everybody's game so it wasn't much of a surprise to find suffer and his big baby brother walk on into the five and dime pullin out guns and robbing the register and old man jenkins pulled his six shooter and put five of em baby brother one in suffer's leg he promptly fell to wailing his baby brother was gone now hes gonna face the 'lectric chair all on his lonesome all on his lonesome cause he was named to suffer and that's what hes gonna do gonna burn in that ole time hell like they got there in the good book yea gonna ride the lighting cause suffer been a loose cannon too long and they don't like that in this slow down an easy do it town so he's gotta pay always been that way the ends never meet and never will but no matter you go to the good lord with apologies in hand dressed in your sunday best like a good boy finally suffer your gonna be a good boy pushin daisy's in a summer sun pushin till the lord calls you on home
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inside, outside upside, downside east side west side don't be so snide i find you cried after you tried needing two minds seeking bedside "abide all nine thousand and five" ain't but half fried feeling you died your side, your hide not my own fight up to you Clyde but **** you slide molded, folded formed, stolid candy coated heaps of no dead inside noted kept you floated safe and boated from the toted to your faux-head mercury and lead hitting homestead killing your bed Clyde I warn-ed you turned instead mind insipid soul got shredded waiting hating same-old-stating working, pacing "what's you bringing? me some red things lectric singing" know it's stinging making ringing could be stringing I'm just saying Clyde you're dying writhing, frying clinging, peering never hearing you keep working I'll keep singing
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
clyde
(the knocker-upper) ~ slumber-held, locked in sleep, woke one morn, late you see; time rolled back 100 years, this the era of my dream. a world gone dark, power gone out, no microwaves and no AC! no hydro dams, no Tesla car, no ’lectric drill... and no TV! of alarm clocks? who’d ever heard! the super star of world gone dark? well, in my dream, tha’d be me! for a world gone dark still must needs, to wake at break of day! needs knocker-uppers ev’rywhere, the chief of which is me! for i'm the knocker upper man you think i knock for free? no, a knocker upper for my supper i’ll blow a pea for fee, i rap the glass to roust the sleeper my craft is breaking dreams, you see... for who’ll wake the knocker upper? in my dream the knocker upper chief, the superstar of world gone dark? yes, in my dream, tha’d be me! ~ post script. in my morning reading, i stumbled on a once-upon-a-time... an age when mankind churned out all manner of product by hand.  this then my muse, a lighthearted glimpse of an era before the alarm clock.  in this i imagine the world before the light bulb, and as in ev’ryone’s own dreams, i play the hero. :). of course, then i awaken to find myself at my true station in life, a server of servers!  a most fitting title for whom i am meant to be!! 😋 “But who woke the knocker uppers?” A tongue-twister from the time tackled this conundrum: We had a knocker-up, and our knocker-up had a knocker-up And our knocker-up’s knocker-up didn’t knock our knocker up, So our knocker-up didn’t knock us up ‘Cos he’s not up.
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
dream-breaker
(the knocker-upper) ~ slumber-held, locked in sleep, woke one morn, late you see; time rolled back 100 years, this the era of my dream. a world gone dark, power gone out, no microwaves and no AC! no hydro dams, no Tesla car, no ’lectric drill... and no TV! of alarm clocks? who’d ever heard! the super star of world gone dark? well, in my dream, tha’d be me! for a world gone dark still must needs, to wake at break of day! needs knocker-uppers ev’rywhere, the chief of which is me! for i'm the knocker upper man you think i knock for free? no, a knocker upper for my supper i’ll blow a pea for fee, i rap the glass to roust the sleeper my craft is breaking dreams, you see... for who’ll wake the knocker upper? in my dream the knocker upper chief, the superstar of world gone dark? yes, in my dream, tha’d be me! ~ post script. in my morning reading, i stumbled on a once-upon-a-time... an age when mankind churned out all manner of product by hand.  this then my muse, a lighthearted glimpse of an era before the alarm clock.  in this i imagine the world before the light bulb, and as in ev’ryone’s own dreams, i play the hero. :). of course, then i awaken to find myself at my true station in life, a server of servers!  a most fitting title for whom i am meant to be!! 😋 “But who woke the knocker uppers?” A tongue-twister from the time tackled this conundrum: We had a knocker-up, and our knocker-up had a knocker-up And our knocker-up’s knocker-up didn’t knock our knocker up, So our knocker-up didn’t knock us up ‘Cos he’s not up.
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F          orever R                eal E  chos in my life is     E                         lectric.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
F R E E /hat.
hhhh gggg llllop ggggg gggg <3 nnnnnnn e,lectric fyrre lyre liar fiear tmin
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
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