Feeling Pensive
Pete Turk
LOVE LETTER
-----------
Carol C Gregory
Dear Samson,
I put your hair
in a jar
by the pear tree
near the well.
I been thinkin'
over what I done
and I still don't think
God gave you
all that strength
for you to kill
my people.
Love -- Delilah
--oOo--
--
Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
Official Moonshadow of the RFA
--
May your doorstep ever be dirty.
-- Romany blessing
Pete Turk
I THINK TABLE AND I SAY CHAIR
-----------------------------
Gloria Fuertes
(Tr. Philip Levine, Ada Lang)
I think table and I say chair,
I buy bread and I lose it,
whatever I learn I forget,
and what this means is I love you.
The harrow says it all
and the huddled beggar,
the fish that flies through the living room,
the bull bellowing in his last corner.
Between Santander and Asturias
a river runs, deer pass,
a great load passes.
Between my blood and my tears
there is a tiny bridge,
and nothing crosses; what
this means is that I love you.
Pete Turk
THE MISTRESS TO HER LOVER
-------------------------
Janet Montefiore
The word I say is not the word I mean.
You listen, speak, explain and analyse --
The air is empty where our speech has been.
Your tongue explores the salty and the clean.
Savouring our complexity of lies;
The word we say is not the word I mean.
Gesture and tone, the spoken and the seen,
The mouth affirming what its smile denies --
The air is empty where our speech has been.
I touch you, and your skin enjoys the keen
Outlines of pleasure which my hands devise.
The word you say is not the word I mean.
My passions move across your sense's screen,
I watch myself in your possessing eyes;
The air is empty where our speech has been.
The truth I am is nameless and unseen.
The language of my silence signifies
The word I say is not the word I mean.
The air is empty where our speech has been.
Pete Turk
PALE-FACE
---------
Walter de la Mare
Dark are those eyes, a solemn blue:
Yes, silent Pale-face, that is true;
But I -- I watch the fires that sleep
In their unfathomable deep,
Seeming a smouldering night to make
Solely for their own shining's sake.
It's common talk you're beautiful:
But I -- I sometimes wonder, will
Love ever leave my judgment free
To see you as the world doth see --
"All passion spent". No more to know
The very self that made you so.
Pete Turk
RAIN POEM
---------
Geoff Chilton (Open Univ Poets, 1997)
I often write poems when it is raining;
Leaving windows open so that water
Will soak my paper. The marks of staining
Are like the streams running into the gutter --
Dark and full of things I want to tell you
But never will; the sunlight on the wet grass,
Words on the damp paper, rain soaking through
Pages now as fragile as the vague glass.
Watching my writing turn to smudges of ink
And the first crispness of new drops
Spreading darkly across the page makes me think
Of how the mixture of words and water stops
Me forever trying to explain.
Instead I'll give you a poem made of rain.
Pete Turk
RUBY TUESDAY
------------
Mick Jagger
She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don't matter, once it's gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and then she goes.
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
And when you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you.
Don't ask her why she needs to feel so free
She's gonna tell you it's the only way to be
She just can't be chained
To a life where nothing's gained
And nothing's lost
At such a cost.
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
And when you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you.
Oh there's no time to lose, I heard her say
You gotta catch your dreams before they run away
Dying all the time
Lose you dreams
And you might lose your mind
Ain't life unkind? :-]
Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who is gonna hang a name on you?
And when you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you.
Pete Turk
FRIENDS
-------
Irving Layton
The person I most admire
is Kathe Anne.
She has blue eyes, blonde hair.
I met her one day
at a park.
I was at the park
and there was no one
to go on the seesaw
with me.
So Kathe did.
She has strong feelings.
Sometimes she is a tomboy.
We climb fences together.
We sell things and make clubs.
Kathe is ten.
She has two older sisters.
She lives on my street.
She is a Prodasstint.
Her telephone number
is almost like mine.
Pete Turk
SONNET
------
Veronica Forrest-Thomson
My love, if I write a song for you
To that extent you are gone
For, as everyone says, and I know it's true:
We are all always alone.
Never so separate trying to be two
And the busy old fool is right.
To try and finger myself from you
Distinguishes day from night.
If I say "I love you" we can't but laugh
Since irony knows what we'll say.
If I try to free myself by my craft
You vary as night from day.
So, accept the wish for the deed my dear.
Words were made to prevent us near.
Pete Turk
REVELATION
----------
Edith Sodergran
(tr. D. McDuff)
Your love is darkening my star --
the moon is rising in my life.
My hand is not at home in yours.
Your hand is lust --
my hand is longing.
charlie
Pete Turk wrote:
> REVELATION
> ----------
> Edith Sodergran
> (tr. D. McDuff)
>
> Your love is darkening my star --
> the moon is rising in my life.
> My hand is not at home in yours.
> Your hand is lust --
> my hand is longing.
>
don't you ever screen this sheeot?that sucked.. (again)...put your
avant-garde morality play away and give me some Beatles..
Sexy Sadie? ....i'll even settle for Octopus Garden at this point...
> --oOo--
> --
> Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
> Official Moonshadow of the RFA
> --
> May your doorstep ever be dirty.
> -- Romany blessing
--
--Charlie
why yes....these are Bugle Boy replies...
caz...@hotmail.com (itchy trigger fingers only)
Pete Turk
EL BESO
-------
Angelina Grimke
Twilight -- and you,
Quiet -- the stars;
Snare of the shine of your teeth,
Your provocative laughter,
The gloom of your hair;
Lure of you, eye and lip,
Yearning, yearning,
Languor, surrender;
Your mouth
And madness, madness
Tremulous, breathless, flaming,
The space of a sigh;
Then awakening -- remembrance,
Pain, regret -- your sobbing;
And again quiet -- the stars,
Twilight -- and you.
Pete Turk
The Past is such a curious Creature
To look her in the Face
A Transport may receipt us
Or a Disgrace --
Unarmed if any meet her
I charge him fly
Her faded Ammunition
Might yet reply.
-- Emily Dickinson
(#1203, 1871)
Pete Turk
SAFETY NET
----------
Teri Rasmussen George
With gentle fingers,
you wove a cloth
of silver and gold.
Silver, the color
of your honor,
of your decency.
Gold, the richness
of your love
and your devotion.
I feared to touch it,
lest I find such wealth
to be only my imagination.
But to pause
when such is proffered
is to tarnish
a heartfelt, selfless offering.
With gentle fingers,
you wove a cloth
of silver and gold.
I sink into its warmth,
grateful for this safety net
of your love.
Copyright 1997 T. R. Rasmussen
Pete Turk
We learned the Whole of Love --
The Alphabet -- the Words --
A Chapter -- then the mighty Book --
Then -- Revelation closed --
But in Each Other's eyes
An Ignorance beheld --
Diviner than the Childhood's --
And each to each, a Child --
Attempted to expound
What Neither -- understood --
Alas, that Wisdom is so large --
And Truth -- so manifold!
-- Emily Dickinson (#568, 1862)
Pete Turk
I WAKE UP SLOW
--------------
Dory Previn
In the morning when I wake up
I've got to take an easy pace,
When the bed is unfamiliar,
And the ceiling is hard to face.
So if I ask you how I got here,
Don't be mad if I don't know --
I ain't teasin', here is the reason:
I... wake up slow.
In the morning when I wake up
If I act like I'm alone,
If I'm awful hard to get to,
Like a disconnected phone,
If I ask you am I dreamin'
Don't be mad if I don't know --
I ain't lyin', I'm just tryin'
To... wake up slow.
Late last night, you said you loved me,
Well I thought he's just comin' on --
And come tomorrow, he'll be come and gone,
Gone and left me...
Here to wake up in the morning
In an unfamiliar bed,
Where I'll have to face the ceiling --
And forget the things you said.
So if you move in my direction,
Don't be mad if I say no --
I ain't teasin', here is the reason:
I... wake up slow.
--oOo--
Pete Turk
THE LOVER WRITES A ONE-WORD POEM
--------------------------------
Gavin Ewart
You!
Teri Rasmussen George
Thanks for posting this, Pete. I'd almost forgotten the poem, though
never the feelings -- they're as true now as they were then.
And thanks for posting it on our 9 month anniversary.
Pete Turk wrote:
--
Teri ~~ http://www.craftsoft.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An emerald leaf pierces the crusty white mantle.
Softly green, a bud lifts its head and opens,
Raising petals of alabaster satin to the sun.
A snow rose blooms...
Pete Turk
I GOT LIFE
----------
Nina Simone
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes.
I ain't got no money, ain't got no class.
I ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater.
I ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed.
... ain't got no mind...
I ain't got no Mother, ain't got no culture.
I ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin'.
I ain't got no love, ain't got no name.
I ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token.
... ain't got no god...
Well, what have I got? why am I alive anyway?
Yeah! what have I got that nobody can take away?
I got my hair, got my head,
Got my brains, got my lips,
Got my eyes, got my nose,
Got my mouth.
I got my smile... :-)
I got my tongue, got my chin,
Got my neck, got my boobs,
Got my heart, got my soul,
Got my back.
I got my sex...
I got my arms, got my hands,
Got my fingers, got my legs,
Got my feet, got my toes,
Got my liver.
Got my blood...
I got life, I got my freedom,
I got LIFE!
Yeah I got life, and I'm gonna keep it...
I got life, and no-one's gonna take it away.
Ann Byrne
Pe...@raglag.demon.co.uk.nospam (Pete Turk) wrote:
Hi Pete,
> I WAKE UP SLOW
> --------------
> Dory Previn
Enlighten my ignorant mind. Is this from an album or a book?
Can't say I've ever heard of Dory Previn but I like it!
Ann
Peaches
This poem sounds like a direct rip off of the song
"Ain't got no" from "Hair". Without the copyright date,
I can't be sure who got the idea first. Just my $0.02
>
> I GOT LIFE
> ----------
> Nina Simone
>
> I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes.
> I ain't got no money, ain't got no class.
> I ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater.
> I ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed.
> ... ain't got no mind...
[SNIP]
Pete Turk
CONTRADICTORIA
--------------
Cynthia Hamilton
I love you, I love you, I hate you,
I hate you, I love you, I don't.
I want you -- I just want to hate you
I just want to love you, but won't.
You make me unhappy, I hate you,
I loathe you, and that is a fact.
Get out of my life, or I'll kill you.
Hey, where are you going? Come back!
Don't leave me, I love you, I loathe you.
You're brutal, you're charming, you're mean.
You're my one and only, I love you.
Get out of my sight or I'll scream!
I love you, you're special, you're nothing.
You're no one, you're someone quite dear.
I hate you, I miss you, I love you.
I hope that I've made myself clear.
Pete Turk
HERE THERE AND EVERYWHERE
-------------------------
Paul McCartney
To lead a better life, I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year,
Changing my life by the wave of her hand,
Nobody can deny that there's something there..
There, running my hands through her hair,
Both of us thinking how good it can be,
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.
I want her everywhere, and if she's beside me
I know I'd need never care,
But to love her is to need her
Everywhere, knowing that love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there ...
I'll be there
And everywhere.
Here, there and everywhere.
Pete Turk
THE SKIRT
---------
Pete Turk, 1998
A woman upstairs had been attacked
They say that she'd been badly hurt
We blame the man
She'd known him well --
But the judge had blamed the skirt.
He blamed the skirt that she had worn
Upon that fateful day,
It "showed too much, and was too short",
And clearly made her easy prey.
That judge was mad!
Now that is plain,
He's filled me up with loathing,
He let the man get off scot-free
(Did he jail the piece of clothing?)
And so to men
Who might condemn...
I've a tip that just might work:
If it's a skirt that turns you on
Forget the girl
And rape the skirt.
A.Boodoo
Pete Turk wrote:
>
> THE SKIRT
> ---------
> Pete Turk, 1998
>
> A woman upstairs had been attacked
> They say that she'd been badly hurt
> We blame the man
> She'd known him well --
> But the judge had blamed the skirt.
>
> He blamed the skirt that she had worn
> Upon that fateful day,
> It "showed too much, and was too short",
> And clearly made her easy prey.
>
> That judge was mad!
> Now that is plain,
> He's filled me up with loathing,
> He let the man get off scot-free
> (Did he jail the piece of clothing?)
>
> And so to men
> Who might condemn...
> I've a tip that just might work:
> If it's a skirt that turns you on
> Forget the girl
> And rape the skirt.
:-)
Nice one Pete! Finally, we get to see some of your poetry...
A.Boodoo
Pete Turk
SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT
----------------------------
William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eyes serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath;
A Traveller betwixt life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;
A perfect Woman; nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.
Peaches
Pete Turk wrote:
>
> THE SKIRT
> ---------
> Pete Turk, 1998
>
> A woman upstairs had been attacked
> They say that she'd been badly hurt
> We blame the man
> She'd known him well --
> But the judge had blamed the skirt.
What a sad commentary. :(
But thanks for sharing...
--
Peaches http://miso.wwa.com/~fsgchi
reply to: fsgchi at wwa dot com
What lies before us, and what lies behind us, are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us... --Ralph Waldo Emerson
Pete Turk
PASSION'S HUNGER
----------------
Brenda Ehmka
One look beyond what you portray
With each new day I learn
Igniting hunger in my soul
Searing passions burn.
I need to feel you close to me
Bodies warming to the touch
Your hands delivering pleasures
Your presence cherished much.
I need to feel your manliness
Your breath upon my face
Its rhythm singing urgency
To the tune of silk and lace.
The fever builds and suddenly
I lock into your eyes
Where moments cease and love expands
Resounding muffled cries.
Ensuing transformation
Raised to a higher plane
Lovers melding with abandon --
There's nothing to explain.
Pete Turk
VALENTINE
---------
Wendy Cope
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Whatever you've got lined up,
My heart has made its mind up
And if you can't be signed up
This year, next year will do.
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Pete Turk
SHE'S LEAVING HOME
------------------
Paul McCartney
Wednesday morning at five o'clock, as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door,
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more --
She goes downstairs to the kitchen, clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key,
Stepping outside she is free --
She ("We gave her most of our lives")
is leaving ("Sacrificed most of our lives")
home. ("We gave her everything money could buy")
She's leaving home
after living alone
for so many years. (Bye, bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there,
Standing alone at the top of the stairs --
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our BABY's gone!
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me!" --
She ("We never thought of ourselves")
is leaving ("Never a thought for ourselves")
home. ("We struggled hard all our lives to get by")
She's leaving home
after living alone
for so many years. (Bye, bye)
Friday morning at nine o'clock, she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made,
Meeting a man from the Motor Trade --
She ("What did we do that was wrong?")
is having ("We didn't know it was wrong.")
fun. (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside
that was always denied
for so many years.
She's leaving home. (Bye, Bye)
Pete Turk
ACT NATURALLY
-------------
Buck Owens, 1963
(Morrison/Russell)
They're gonna put me in the movies
They're gonna make a Big-Star outta me
We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely,
And all I gotta so is -- act naturally!
Well, I bet you I'm gonna be a Big-Star
Might win an Oscar, you can never tell
The movies're gonna make me a Big-Star
'Cause I can play the part so well.
Well I hope you come and see me in the movies,
And then I know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time!
And all I gotta do is act naturally.
We'll make the scene about a man that's sad and lonely,
And beggin' down upon his bended knee
I'll play the part, but I won't need rehearsin' --
'Cause all I gotta do is -- act naturally.
Well, I bet you I'm gonna be a Big-Star
Might win an Oscar, you can never tell
The movies're gonna make me a Big-Star
'Cause I can play the part so well.
Well I hope you come and see me in the movies,
And then I know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time!
And all I gotta do is act naturally.
Pete Turk
MONNA INNOMINATA, 4
-------------------
Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love,
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? My love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be --
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not "mine" or "thine";
With separate "I" and "thou" free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of "thine that is not mine";
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
Pete Turk
MY FUNNY VALENTINE
------------------
Richard Rogers, Lorenz Hart
My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine,
You make me smile with my heart...
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable...
Yet you're my favourite Work of Art.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak...
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
(Not if you care for me)
Stay, little Valentine, Stay!
Each day is Valentine's Day.
Pete Turk
SUNDAYSONG
----------
Liz Lochhead
its about time
it came back again
if it was going to.
yes something's nesting
in a tentative creeper scribbling
Kellygreen felt tip
across our bedroom window.
hello.
it's a lovely morning. we've got
full french roast for the enamelled yellow coffee pot.
there'll be transistors in the botanics
and blaring notes of blossom.
let's walk. let's talk.
let the weekend watch wind down.
let there be sun
let first you and me
and then breakfast and lunch be
rolled into one.
Jim Ledford
Pete Turk wrote:
>
> ACT NATURALLY
> -------------
> Buck Owens, 1963
> (Morrison/Russell)
>
soles. Pete have you ever heard Buck do the song?
Jim Ledford :')
Pete Turk
FEVER
-----
Davenport, Colley
Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care.
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear:
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever -- in the morning,
Fever all through the night!
Sun lights up the daytime,
Moon lights up the night.
My eyes light up when you call my name,
'Cause I know you're gonna treat me right:
You give me fever, &c
Everybody's got the fever,
That is something you should know.
Fever isn't such a new scene,
Fever started long ago:
You give me fever, &c
Romeo loved Juliet,
Juliet, she felt the same.
When he put his arms around her,
He said, "Julie baby, you're my flame":
You give me fever, &c
Captain Smith and Pocahontas,
Had a very mad affair.
When her daddy tried to kill him,
She said, "Daddy, oh don't you dare!"
"He gives me fever,
"With his kisses --
"Fever when he holds me tight.
"Fever, I'm his Missus,
"So Daddy, won't you treat him right?"
Fever, when you kiss them,
Fever, if you live and learn.
Fever, 'til you sizzle,
What a lovely way to burn --
Oh what a lovely way to burn!
Pete Turk
ALFIE
-----
Hal David
What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about, when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give?
Or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
Then I guess that it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
What will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
Something even non-believers can believe in...
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed, you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk, let your heart lead the way,
and you'll find love, any day, Alfie,
Alfie...
Pete Turk
GIVING UP SMOKING
-----------------
Wendy Cope
There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.
You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet --
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.
Pete Turk
I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN
--------------------------
Cole Porter
I've got you under my skin...
I've got you, deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me,
I've got you -- under my skin.
I've tried so, not to give in.
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well,
But why should I try to resist, when Baby, I know so well,
That I've got you under my skin?
I'd sacrifice anything, come what might
For the sake of having you near --
In spite of a warning voice, that comes in the night,
And repeats, and repeats in my ear:
"Don't you know, little fool?, you never can win."
"Use your mentality -- wake up to reality!"
But each time that I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop, before I begin --
'Cause I've got you -- under my skin...
Pete Turk
WILD FLOWERS
------------
Phil Bartlett
(Open Univ Poets, 1997)
When I see a flower, I think of you,
Thistledown quiet in the morning light.
Your flaxen hair billows as you study the view
With your orchid-like lips and eye bright.
Yours is a beauty that only grows wild,
Unhindered by man's cultivation.
You thrive in the sun like wild columbine
And your cheeks are as sweet as clematis.
I roam remote, untrodden places:
Cliff top, moorland, marsh and mead,
Seeking solace and scented traces
Of love-in-a-mist that I feel for thee.
Where rue and thyme and bluebells show,
Eternal hopes and violets grow.
Pete Turk
YOU'RE ...
----------
Sylvia Plath
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A Common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fool's Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Further off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our travelled prawn.
Snug as a bug and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.
Pete Turk
OH TELL ME THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
-------------------------------
W.H.Auden
Some say that love's a little boy,
And some say it's a bird,
Some say it makes the world go round,
And some say that's absurd,
And when I asked the man next-door,
Who looked as if he knew,
His wife got very cross indeed,
And said it wouldn't do.
Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,
Or the ham in a temperance hotel?
Does its odour remind one of llamas,
Or has it a comforting smell?
Is it prickly to touch as the hedge is,
Or soft as eiderdown fluff?
Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?
O tell me the truth about love.
Our history books refer to it
In cryptic little notes,
It's quite a common topic on
The Transatlantic boats;
I've found the subject mentioned in
Accounts of suicides,
And even seen it scribbled on
The backs of railway-guides.
Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,
Or boom like a military band?
Could one give a first-rate imitation
On a saw or a Steinway Grand?
Is its singing at parties a riot?
Does it only like Classical stuff?
Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?
O tell me the truth about love.
I looked inside the summer-house;
It wasn't ever there:
I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,
And Brighton's bracing air.
I don't know what the blackbird sang,
Or what the tulip said;
But it wasn't in the chicken-run,
Or underneath the bed.
Can it pull extraordinary faces?
Is it usually sick on a swing?
Does it spend all its time at the races,
Or fiddling with pieces of string?
Has it views of its own about money?
Does it think Patriotism enough?
Are its stories vulgar but funny?
O tell me the truth about love.
When it comes, will it come without warning
Just as I'm picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.
Pete Turk
AND YOU, HELEN
--------------
Edward Thomas
And you, Helen, what should I give you?
So many things I would give you
Had I an infinite great store
Offered me and I stood before
To choose, I would give you youth,
All kinds of loveliness and truth.
A clear eye as good as mine,
Lands, waters, flowers, wine,
As many childen as your heart
Might wish for, a far better art
Than mine can be, all you have lost
Upon the travelling waters tossed,
Or given to me. If I could choose
Freely in that great treasure-house
Anything from any shelf,
I would give you back yourself,
And power to discriminate
What you want and want it not too late,
Many fair days free from care
And heart to enjoy both foul and fair,
And myself, too, if I could find
Where it lay hidden and it proved kind.
Pete Turk
A POEM
------
H. Steven Passehl, 1997
There was a time that seemed sublime
Walked hand in hand, her hand in mine.
And beauty basked in warm sunshine.
Down by the willow brook.
I shared a distance day and day.
Missed not a word that she would say
Along those banks where we would play
Down by the willow brook.
For every day our passions grew
As if this Love was something new.
T'was praised with song by birds that flew
Down by the willow brook.
The seasons slaved us to out-toil
Blistered these hands and sun did boil.
Our languished lives in fields of royal
Down by the willow brook.
We two, just one and more did come.
The blessing kept God given one.
Forever hers and mine a son:
Down by the willow brook.
The weather coarse and hardened skin.
Held witness to these souls within
Each morning day anew begin.
Down by the willow brook.
O blessed Father Lay to rest
For tired and torn; these days be blessed.
Fulfilled the challenge, passed your test.
Down by the willow brook.
A spirit cries as moonlight sighs --
These days of splendor gone.
But memory -- t'is left of thee.
Down by the willow brook.
--oOo--
copyright H. Steven Passehl 1997
Pete Turk
LONG TALL GLASSES
-----------------
Leo Sayer
I was travelling down the road, feeling hungry and cold
I saw a sign saying "Food and Drinks for Everyone"
So naturally I thought I would take me a look inside --
I saw so much food, there was water coming from my eyes!
There was ham and there was turkey, there was caviare
And long tall glasses, with wine up to hyar!
And then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair --
Said "Before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire"
You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
You know I can't dance, you know I can't dance
I can't dance!
I am a man of the road -- a hobo by name,
I don't seek entertainment, just poultry and game
But if it's all the same to you, then yes I will try my hand --
If you were as hungry as me, then I'm sure you would understand...
<hmmm -- now wait a minute!...let me see now..>
Of course I can dance, of course I can dance
I'm sure I can dance, I'm sure I can dance..
I CAN DANCE!!
I can DANCE -- I really hit the floor
Ah -- feels good -- look at me dancin'..
I did a two-step, quick-step and a Bossa Nova
A little Victor Silvester, and a Rudy Valentino,
You should'a seen me movin', right across the floor --
Hand me down my Tuxedo, next week I'm comin' back for more...
I can dance -- oh YES! I can dance
Look at me dancin' the floor -- movin'
I feel good -- I can dance
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance.
--oOo--
Pete Turk
YOU'RE SO VAIN
--------------
Carly Simon
You walked into the party
like you were walking onto a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye,
your scarf it was apricot.
You had one eye on the mirror
as you watched yourself gavotte!
And all the girls dreamed that
they'd be your partner,
they'd be your partner, and --
You're so vain,
you probably think this song is about you.
You're so vain,
I'll bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you, don't you?
Well you had me several years ago
when I was still quite naive.
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair,
and that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved,
and one of them was me.
I had a dream there were:
clouds in my coffee,
clouds in my coffee, and --
You're so vain,
you probably think this song is about you.
You're so vain,
I'll bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you, don't you... don't you?
Well I hear you went up to Saratoga
and your horse, naturally, won.
Then you flew your LearJet up to Nova Scotia
to see the total eclipse of the sun.
Well, you're where you should be all the time,
and when you're not, you're with
some underground spy
or the wife of a close friend,
wife of a close friend, and --
You're so vain,
you probably think this song is about you.
You're so vain,
I'll bet you think this song is about you,
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Pete Turk
BABOOSHKA
---------
Kate Bush
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do...
A pseudonym to fool him
(She couldn't have made a worse move)
She sent him scented letters
And he received them with a strange delight,
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears --
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter:
"All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"
She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go --
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito...
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little Lady's
Capacity to give him all he needs...
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out:
"I'm all yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya!"
Brenda Ehmka
Pete Turk wrote:
I find this one very interesting, Pete...
--
Brenda Lee
Lady DreamCatcher of the RFA
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You cannot kindle a fire in any other heart until it is burning
in your own."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING
----------------------
Hal David
Raindrops keep falling on my head.
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed --
Nothin' seems to fit!
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling...
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun.
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done --
Sleepin' on the job.
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling.
But there's one thing I know...
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me!
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red.
Crying's not for me,
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free...
Nothing's worrying me.
Pete Turk
FANTASY
-------
Adrian Green
(Open University
Poets, 1998)
I dream of you in tartan,
demurely plaid, a restrained
and sober wrapping
for a sensuous silken skin,
with the patterns of tradition
hiding fantasies within.
I dream of you in tartan,
A wild and naked temptress
who writhes beneath the cloth,
the unexpected lover
under sombre northern check.
I dream of you in tartan,
warmly kilted over nothing
but your soft inviting skin,
and the tremors of your passion
barely waiting to begin.
Pete Turk
I AIN'T HIS CHILD
-----------------
Dory Previn
My Daddy says I ain't his child --
Ain't that something? ain't that wild?
Daddy says I ain't his child,
Ain't that something wild!
My hair is curly, my freckles are tan,
Could my Daddy be the garbage man?
My legs are stumpy, my fingers are short,
Like my uncle Will who's the bowling sport.
My eyes are slanty, like Mister Woo --
Hey, Mister Laundryman, is it YOU? :-)
I'm ugly as Steve with the big mustache,
But Mama says Poles are a piece of trash.
My Daddy says I ain't his child --
Ain't that something? ain't that wild?
Daddy says I ain't his child,
Ain't that something wild!
Hey, anybody I might have missed,
Would you care to state that I exist?
I ain't quite sure what it is I did
To make him swear that I ain't his kid.
But he told Mama, and she told me,
Back when I was just about three.
She felt my face and she kind of smiled,
And she said "HE says you ain't his child"...
My Daddy says I ain't his child --
Ain't that something? ain't that wild?
Daddy says I ain't his child,
Ain't that something wild!
Pete Turk
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
---------------------
Johnny Nash
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind,
It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day.
I think I can make it now, the pain has gone,
All of the bad feelings have disappeared --
Here is the rainbow I've been praying for;
It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day.
Look all around, there's nothing but blue sky
Look straight ahead, nothing but blue sky....
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind,
It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day.
Pete Turk
NO CROOKED LEG...
-----------------
Elizabeth I (circa 1554)
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
Pete Turk
WHAT MY LADY DID
----------------
Roger McGough
Liverpool poet
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a silver flute and smiled.
A musician I guessed, yes that would explain
Her temperament so wild.
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a comb inlaid with pearl.
A hairdresser I guessed, yes that would explain
Each soft and billowy curl.
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a skein of wool and left.
A weaver I guessed, yes that would explain
Her fingers long and deft.
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a slipper trimmed with lace.
A dancer I guessed, yes that would explain
Her suppleness and grace.
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a painting not yet dry.
A painter I guessed, yes that would explain
The steadiness of her eye.
I asked my lady what she did
She gave me a fountain pen of gold.
A poet I guessed, yes that would explain
The strange stories that she told.
I asked my lady what she did
She told me -- and oh, the grief!
I should have guessed, she's under arrest
My lady was a thief!
Pete Turk
SPRING GOETH ALL IN WHITE
-------------------------
Robert Bridges
Spring goeth all in white,
Crowned with milk-white may:
In fleecy flocks of light
O'er heaven the white clouds stray:
White butterflies in the air;
White daisies prank the ground:
The cherry and hoary pear
Scatter their snow around.
Soliloquoy
Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk> wrote in article
<891872...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>...
:
: WHAT MY LADY DID
: ----------------
: Roger McGough
: Liverpool poet
ROTFL - Pete, this is hilarious! Thank you. Just when I needed some
comic relief the most!
*Soli wipes the laughter tears from her eyes, and goes back to
washing the dishes.*
--
Soli - Official Banana Bread Baker of the RFA
<><><><><>
Soliloquoy - thoughts spoken by person while alone.
"Love is an excess of friendship" - Aristotle
For e-mail: replace 'nospam' with 'soliloquoy'
Pete Turk
CLEANUP TIME
------------
John Lennon
Moonlight on the water,
Sunlight on my face.
You and me together,
We are in our place.
The gods are in the heavens,
The angels treat us well;
The oracle has spoken,
We cast the perfect spell:
Now it begins --
Let it begin....
Cleanup time.
The Queen is in the counting-house,
Counting all the money.
The King is in the kitchen,
Making bread and honey.
No friends and yet no enemies
-- Absolutely free!
No rats aboard the magic ship
Of perfect harmony:
Now it begins --
Cleanup time.
However far we travel,
Wherever we may roam;
The centre of the circle
Will always be our home.
The gods are in their heaven,
The angels treat us well;
The oracle has spoken...
We cast the perfect spell:
Cleanup time!
Ann Byrne
Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk (Pete Turk) wrote:
> CLEANUP TIME
> ------------
How very appropriate Pete. A lesson for a lot of us. :-)
Hope the Easter Bunny is kind to you this year.
Hugs
Ann
__________________________________________________________
aby...@pcug.org.au
Life might be a bitch, but some of the puppies are cute.
Pete Turk
FLOWERS
-------
Wendy Cope
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly bought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts --
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, Look, the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while.
Pete Turk
THROUGH YOUR EYES
-----------------
Charlene M Flora
If I could have a wish,
I would want to have the
chance to see me through your eyes
to hear me through your ears
to touch me with your fingers
to know me in your thoughts
so I may appreciate how
you love me, why you love me
in the way you love me
--oOo--
4/9/98 ©1998 Charlene M. Flora
Pete Turk
IMAGINE
-------
John Lennon
Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try,
No hell below us, above us only sky --
Imagine all the people living for today.
Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too.
Imagine all the people living life in peace.
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one,
I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.
Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can?
No need for greed and hunger, a brotherhood of man.
Imagine all the people, sharing all the world.
You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one,
I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.
--oOo--
Pete Turk
LIVERPOOL LULLABY
-----------------
Stan Kelly, 1959
["to be played:
Affectionately -- ma non sloppo"]
Oh you are a mucky kid,
Dirty as a dustbin lid.
When he hears the things you did,
You'll gerra belt from your Da'.
Oh you have your father's nose,
So crimson in the dark it glows,
If you're not asleep when the boozers close,
You'll gerra belt from your Da'.
You look so scruffy lying thur
Strawberry-jam tarts in yer 'air,
Though in the world you haven't a care
And I have got so many.
It's quite a struggle every day
Living on your father's pay,
The bugger drinks it all away
And leaves me without any.
Although we have no silver spoon,
Better days are coming soon
Now Nelly's working at the Lune
And she gets paid on Friday.
Perhaps one day we'll have a splash,
When Littlewoods provide the cash,
We'll get a house in Knotty Ash
And buy your Da' a brewery.
Oh you are a mucky kid,
Dirty as a dustbin lid.
When he hears the things you did
You'll gerra belt from your Da'.
Oh you have your father's face,
You're growing up a real hard case,
But there's no one can take your place,
.... Go fast asleep for yer Mammy.
Pete Turk
DON'T LET THAT HORSE
--------------------
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Don't let that horse
eat that violin
cried Chagall's mother
But he
kept right on
painting
And became famous
And kept on painting
The Horse With Violin in Mouth
And when he finally finished it
he jumped up upon the horse
and rode away
waving the violin
And then with a low bow gave it
to the first naked nude he ran across
And there were no strings
attached.
Jessica
The poem has a positive intention - to know 'how you love me and why you
love me'.
But it made me have a negative feeling: I want to see me through my
boyfriend's eye because I want to certify whether he loves me or not
then I'll know if I should stay or leave. So I have the same wish but
different intention.
The poem is wonderful indeed.
Pete Turk wrote:
> THROUGH YOUR EYES
> -----------------
> Charlene M Flora
>
> If I could have a wish,
> I would want to have the
> chance to see me through your eyes
> to hear me through your ears
> to touch me with your fingers
> to know me in your thoughts
> so I may appreciate how
> you love me, why you love me
> in the way you love me
>
> --oOo--
>
> 4/9/98 ©1998 Charlene M. Flora
>
rickj...@hotmail.com
I am sorry, but I do not agree.
You do not need to see yourself through another's eyes to know if he loves
you, or why.
You can tell by what he says and does that he loves you.
If your loved one is honest and true, he will say why he loves you.
You don't always need to understand. If you have a good self image, you can
accept what he says, and you can accept his love.
The problem comes if you are not able to accept love, or love yourself.
Then sometimes your loved one seems to be continually struggling to remind you
that you are beautiful, and worthy of his love.
This is hard for someone to deal with: loving someone who wants love, but does
not know how to accept or believe it.
Some hearts have been broken, tragically, because of this problem.
I know because I am one of those sad souls.
In article <3530E21...@hknet.com>,
Jessica <jess...@hknet.com> wrote:
>
> The poem has a positive intention - to know 'how you love me and why you
> love me'.
>
> But it made me have a negative feeling: I want to see me through my
> boyfriend's eye because I want to certify whether he loves me or not
> then I'll know if I should stay or leave. So I have the same wish but
> different intention.
>
>
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COAT
----
Vicki Feaver
Sometimes I have wanted
to throw you off
like a heavy coat.
Sometimes I have said
you would not let me
breathe or move.
But now that I am free
to choose light clothes
or none at all
I feel the cold
and all the time I think
how warm it used to be.
--oOo--
comp...@iname.com
Peter, I hope you do not mind me speaking in your column regarding this reply.
Please let me know and the next time I will refrain.
Mr. Rick Jones:
I am not sure who you are speaking to regarding your post. As for the poem's
words, you have missed the depth of its concept. I can hear me. I know how I
sound and I like and love how I sound. If I had the chance to hear me through
the ears of someone endearing, I will hear me as that person hears me...a totally
different resonation and that resonation that brings how you love me, why you
love me, in the way you love a more loving way to appreciate the person. It is a
separate thought from what you have written below.
You cannot assume what you have written as always being true. For you to write,
".....worthy of his love," is a crock of shit. The struggling comes from such.
If I were involved with someone and he told me I would have to be worthy of his
love or told me I was worthy of his love, would be a deceitful, conceited,
demeaning attitude on his part and the relationship would not flourish any
further. I would walk away and not look back because everything would be
questioned from thereon....the gifts, the laughter, the lovemaking, the crying,
the sharing of secrets, everything. What I mean, if that person spoke those four
words, it would tell me the only reason he made love to me was he found me worthy
for him to make love to me and how unbelieveably hurtful that would be...there
would be no love involved and it would not matter how many zillions of times the
person said I was beautiful. He simply voids the statement of telling someone
she is beautiful to nonexistence with those four words, "worthy of his love."
No wonder why I got a divorce 8 years ago.
Sorry, Peter....you know how I get when I am on my soap box.
Charlene
Brenda Ehmka
Pete Turk wrote:
Interesting one, Pete. The old *we never realize till it's gone*...
--
Brenda Lee
RFA Lady DreamCatcher
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Lao Tzu Te Ching
Pete Turk
WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND
----------------------
Alan & Marilyn Bergman
I'm like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
I'm never ending nor beginning, on an ever-spinning reel.
Just like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,
Or like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
Just like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,
Way down a hollow to a cavern where the sun is never shown.
Just like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream,
Or like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream.
'Cause like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,
See that the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
Just like the circles that you find, they're in the windmills of your mind.
There's a jingle in your pocket, there's a jangle in your head,
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
See lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand,
Or is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
See people streaming in the hallway, see the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
'Cause when you knew that it was over, you were suddenly aware
That the Autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair.
Just like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending nor beginning on an ever-spinning reel,
It's just these images of mind, just like the circles that you find,
They're in the windmills of your mind.
Pete Turk
BLACKBIRD
---------
Paul McCartney
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life...
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life...
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly -- Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
J. Corral
On Sat, 18 Apr 1998, Pete Turk wrote:
I like this one--when I was in college chior the Jazz chior performed
it--really nice memories
Thanks--Jeannette
You ever wonder why hugs are so good
when they come from the one you love?
___
{~._.~}
_( Y )
(:_~*~_:) **He's got arms and he's not afraid to use them!!**
(_)-(_)
007 Bear
Pete Turk
CREATE MASTERPIECES WITH ME
---------------------------
Charlene M Flora
Create masterpieces with me
watching the sun rise on a snowy day
sprinkling cinnamon on toast
walking the streets and
saying hello with the neighbors
kissing 'good morning'
swapping love notes
smiling
hugging
Create masterpieces through me
sharing wisdom and advice
having courage and knowledge
exchanging our views
blending ideas
supportive
nurturing
caring
Create masterpieces as we
your hand with my hand
a duet on love's keyboard
each note, our voice
singing
giving
loving
Create masterpieces with me
that will speak our hearts
as a wondrous legacy
when we are gone
and life goes on
others will know
we were in love
and loved
--oOo--
4/18/98 ©1998 Charlene M. Flora
Lovebug
In article <Pine.A41.3.96a.98041...@dante20.u.washingt
on.edu>, J. Corral <jean...@u.washington.edu> writes
>On Sat, 18 Apr 1998, Pete Turk wrote:
>
>I like this one--when I was in college chior the Jazz chior performed
>it--really nice memories
>Thanks--Jeannette
>
>
>>
>> BLACKBIRD
>> ---------
>> Paul McCartney
>>
>> Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
>> Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
>> All your life...
>> You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
>>
>> Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
>> Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
>> All your life...
>> You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
>>
>> Blackbird fly -- Blackbird fly
>> Into the light of the dark black night.
>>
>> --oOo--
>> Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
>> Official Moonshadow of the RFA
>> --
>> May your doorstep ever be dirty.
>> -- Romany blessing
>>
>>
>>
>
>when they come from the one you love?
> ___
> {~._.~}
> _( Y )
> (:_~*~_:) **He's got arms and he's not afraid to use them!!**
> (_)-(_)
> 007 Bear
>
>
>
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LOVE AND AFFECTION
------------------
Joan Armatrading
I am not in love, but I'm open to persuasion,
East or West, where's the best for romancing?
With a friend I can smile,
But with a lover I could hold my head back
I could really laugh, really laugh!
Thank you -- you took me dancing,
'Cross the floor, cheek to cheek...
But with a lover I could really move
Really move, I could really dance
Really dance, I could really move,
Really move...
Now I can feel the sun in my eyes,
And the rain on my face...
Why can't I feel -- Love ?
I can really love, really love,
love, love, love, love...
Now I got all the friends that I want,
I may need more but I shall just stick
to those things that I have got.
With friends I still feel so insecure,
Little darling, I believe you could help me alot,
Just take my hand and lead me where you will --
No conversation, no wave-goodnight!
Just make love with affection.
Sing me another love song
But this time with a little dedication
Sing it -- you know that's what I like.
Once more, with feeling,
Give me love,
Give me love....
Pete Turk
FLAPJACKS
---------
Carol Baxter
(Open Univ. Poets, 1996)
The familiar smell of flapjacks
Reminds me of you
The time we sowed our wild oats
Clinging together honeyed and warm
Gas mark 5
Nothing moderate about our romance
Bun in the oven
Jack in a flap
Pete Turk
GOOD AND CLEVER
---------------
Elizabeth Wordsworth
If all the good people were clever,
And all clever people were good,
The world would be nicer than ever
We thought that it possibly could.
But somehow, 'tis seldom or never
The two hit it off as they should;
The good are so harsh to the clever,
The clever so rude to the good.
Filip M Gieszczykiewicz
To My Dear and Loving Husband
-----------------------------
Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by his wife, then thee;
If ever a wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
--
Filip "I'll buy a vowel" Gieszczykiewicz | http://www.paranoia.com/~filipg/
Now exploring whatever, life, and the meaning of it all... and 'not' :-)
Filip M Gieszczykiewicz
A bit different mood now. Think: "boundaries" ... People who
respond in ways other than "Duh" will have a lot happier
lives... [sigh]
Mending Wall
------------
Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters in another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingertips rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"_Why_ do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
wills...@hotmail.com
Mr. Turk,
According to Dejanews, You have been feeling pensive for some time now.
Is this a chronic condition? I'm no professional in the field of psychiatry,
but it seems to me that chronic or continuous pensiveness could lead to much
more serious abnormalities or even chronic depression. Please, for everyone's
sake, seek help. You have admitted that you feel pensive, and that's great.
You've taken the first step. But now it's time to take that all important
second step. We're all rooting for you. You can do it!
William
Pete Turk
OTRA VEZ
--------
Moises Adel
Por que escribo esta carta de tristeza?
Por que estoy hablando con mi soledad?
Por que me encuentro aquí llorando esta noche?
Por quien mas, si no es por ti.
Ya que en este mundo
un alma se encuentra dividida en dos,
y por toda la eternidad busca unirse a la otra,
para volver a ser una sola con Dios.
De esa forma te busco yo,
ya que aun que no te conozco físicamente,
mi alma esta incompleta sin ti,
y desde que nací, sufro por no poder estar a tu lado,
Mi amor...
Palabras, lagrimas y euforia...
todo pasa por mis manos al unísono.
Mas no me queda mas que esperar
el momento, en que los dos nos volvamos uno por ultima vez...
Y poder decir que no me arrepiento,
de haber esperar por ti mi ser.
y en la felicidad de Dios
estemos por siempre.....otra vez.
Pete Turk
> According to Dejanews, You have been feeling pensive for some time now.
> Is this a chronic condition? I'm no professional in the field of psychiatry,
> but it seems to me that chronic or continuous pensiveness could lead to much
> more serious abnormalities or even chronic depression. Please, for everyone's
> sake, seek help. You have admitted that you feel pensive, and that's great.
> You've taken the first step. But now it's time to take that all important
> second step. We're all rooting for you. You can do it!
Hmmm... "Stop thinking..?" Interesting.. Thinking about
stopping thinking? Maybe even.. thinking about thinking
about stopping thinking?? Yo, something to think about... ;)
Yes!.. It might be a chronic condition!!
Mind you, I never owned that thread. Someone else might
carry it on without me (Charlene?, Filip? Joanna?) Who
knows -- maybe nobody. The condition might be transmissable...
Meanwhile .. second step.. how to stop thinking! There's
one obvious way, so root for me all you want. }:-)
PS. I'd be very happy to take my medication in line
with a certain Gordon Ray Parker of Philadelphia.
He'd take his medication, then I'd take mine. Deal? :-)
--
Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
Official Moonshadow of the RFA
--
I acted so tragic, the house rose like magic,
The audience yelled "You're sublime".
They made me a present of Mornington Crescent
They threw it a brick at a time.
-- W.F.Hargreaves
(The Night I Appeared as Macbeth, 1922 song)
Pete Turk
TRY TO REMEMBER
---------------
Tom Jones
Try to remember the kind of September
when life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
when you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember,
then follow.
. . . .
Try to remember when life was so tender
that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
that love was an ember, a bout to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember,
then follow.
. . . .
Deep in December it's nice to remember
although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December it's nice to remember
without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
the fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December our hearts should remember
and follow.
--oOo--
--
Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
Official Moonshadow of the RFA
--
Pete Turk
RONDEAU DE PRINTEMPS
--------------------
Rene Charles d'Orleans
(tr. Oliver Bernard)
Le temps a laissie son manteau
De vent, de froidure et de pluye,
Et s'est vestu de brouderie,
De soleil luysant, cler et beau.
Il n'y a beste ni oyseau
Qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie:
Le temps a laissie son manteau
De vent, de froidure et de pluye.
Riviere, fontaine et ruisseau
Portent en livree jolie
Gouttes d'argent, d'orfevrerie;
Chascun s'habille de nouveau:
Le temps a laissie son manteau.
--oOo--
The weather's cast its cloak of grey
Woven of wind and cold and rain,
And wears embroidered clothes again
Of clear sunshine, in fair array.
No beast, no bird but in its way
Cries out or sings in wood or plain:
The weather's casts its cloak of grey
Woven of wind and cold and rain.
River and spring, and brook this day
Wear handsome liveries that feign
More silver stars than Charles' Wain,
Mingled with drops of golden spray,
The weather's cast its cloak of grey.
ldu...@rohan.sdsu.edu
Pete Turk wrote:
>
> In article <6i2d6u$usv$1...@nnrp1.dejanews.com> wills...@hotmail.com writes:
>
> > According to Dejanews, You have been feeling pensive for some time now.
> > Is this a chronic condition? I'm no professional in the field of psychiatry,
> > but it seems to me that chronic or continuous pensiveness could lead to much
> > more serious abnormalities or even chronic depression. Please, for everyone's
> > sake, seek help. You have admitted that you feel pensive, and that's great.
> > You've taken the first step. But now it's time to take that all important
> > second step. We're all rooting for you. You can do it!
>
> Hmmm... "Stop thinking..?" Interesting.. Thinking about
> stopping thinking? Maybe even.. thinking about thinking
> about stopping thinking?? Yo, something to think about... ;)
>
Yeeesss, I'm thinking to stop thinking right now, and I'm
getting a headache
Pete Turk
WHO WILL BUY?
-------------
Lionel Bart
Who will buy this wonderful morning?
Such a sky you never did see.
Who will tie it up with a ribbon,
And put it in a box for me?
So I can see it at my leisure
Whenever things go wrong.
And I would keep it as a treasure
To last my whole life long...
Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high, I swear I could fly.
Me, oh, my, I don't want to lose it,
So what am I to do, to keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy.
angusma...@hotmail.com
<trimmed to ARC only>
Pete posted:
> WHO WILL BUY?
> -------------
> Lionel Bart
>
> Who will buy this wonderful morning?
> Such a sky you never did see.
> Who will tie it up with a ribbon,
> And put it in a box for me?
>
> So I can see it at my leisure
> Whenever things go wrong.
> And I would keep it as a treasure
> To last my whole life long...
>
> Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
> I'm so high, I swear I could fly.
> Me, oh, my, I don't want to lose it,
> So what am I to do, to keep the sky so blue?
> There must be someone who will buy.
>
> --oOo--
Thanks a lot, Pete. I love "Oliver!", and the whole marketplace
scene is just wonderful to see, and to listen to. I guess that your
post proves that not only do I share Oliver's wonderful feeling whenever
I watch the scene, or hear the song, but even when I just read the
lyrics. :)
Angus
fl...@deltanet.com
In article <893772...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>,
>
> --
> Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
> Official Moonshadow of the RFA
> --
> May your doorstep ever be dirty.
> -- Romany blessing
>
>
Hé! Qu'est avec la substance française? Nous avons assez des Français!
Qu'ont-elles fait pour nous récemment? Et, nous vous disons: Jerry Lewis
n'est pas drôle!
Chiquenaude
comp...@iname.com
Peter,
It is fabulous to see the great broadway music posted and also these spanish and
french poems. I could understand most of the spanish will have to use my french
translator. However, you are certainly giving the audience a wonderous elegant
forum to enrich ourselves.
BRAVO, to Peter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
love,
charlene
yes, he deserves more than a bravo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pete Turk wrote:
> --oOo--
>
> --
> Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk>
> Official Moonshadow of the RFA
> --
> May your doorstep ever be dirty.
> -- Romany blessing
.
.
Pete Turk
MISSING YOU
-----------
Chris De Burgh, 1988
I've been missing you...
I've got the roses, I've got the wine,
With a little luck she will be here on time,
This is the place we used to go,
With romantic music and the lights down low,
And as you stand there amazed at the door,
And you're wondering what all this is for,
It's just a simple thing, from me to you,
The lady that I adore, 'cos there's something
That you should know, it's that:
I've been missing you, more than words can say,
And that I've been thinking about it every day,
And the time we had just dancing nice and slow,
And I said now I've found you,
I'm never letting go.
There is no reason for the things that we do,
You can break a heart with just a word or two,
And take a lifetime to apologise,
When the one you love's in front of your eyes,
And I will fall to my knees like a fool,
If it's the only way of getting through,
You see if I think you are beautiful,
Someone else is going to feel it too,
So there's only one thing to do, tell you that:
I've been missing you, more than words can say,
And that I've been thinking about it every day,
Well tonight's our night for dancing nice and slow,
Because now I've found you, I'm never letting go,
No, now I've found you, I'm never letting go.
I've been missing you...
--oOo--
Pete Turk <Pe...@ragtag.demon.co.uk> ICQ# 11981084
Pete Turk
THE BEST
--------
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearl'd;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-deck'd and curl'd
Till its pride is over-plain;
Light, that never makes you wink;
Memory, that gives no pain;
Love, when, *so*, you're loved again,
What's the best thing in the world?
-- Something out of it, I think.
Pete Turk
In article <3546A1...@bham.ac.uk>, A.Boodoo <axb...@bham.ac.uk>
writes
>LOL!
>
>Pete, stop trying to stop thinking. It's impossible. You end up going
>round in ever decreasing circles and having to lock yourself in your
>room...
>
Yes sir, certainly sir, anything you say, sir.. >:-)
>> I acted so tragic, the house rose like magic,
>> The audience yelled "You're sublime".
>> They made me a present of Mornington Crescent
>> They threw it a brick at a time.
>
>No! Not Mornington Crescent! uk.railway got clogged up for weeks when
>somebody decided to move the game from alt.games.mornington-crescent.
>
>Anyway, I digress, the station's open again IIRC. And all the old bricks
>have been thrown at this unfortunate bloke.
>
>A.Boodoo
It'll be the most visited U/G station ever.
The thousands that have heard of it and who've
never been there!
Pete Turk
MY DELIGHT AND THY DELIGHT
--------------------------
Robert Bridges
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell and love alone,
Whence the million stars are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
--oOo--
Pete Turk
LOVE: SHYNESS
-------------
C.K.Williams
By tucking her chin in toward her chest, she can look up darkly through
her lashes at him,
that look of almost anguished vulnerability and sensitivity, a soft,
near-cry of help,
the implication of a deeply privileged and sole accessibility ... yours
alone, yours, yours alone,
but he's so flagrantly uncertain of himself, so clearly frightened, that
he edges into comedy:
though everyone at the party is aware she's seducing him, he doesn't
seem to understand;
he diddles with his silly moustache, grins and gawks, gabbles away
around her about this and that.
Now she's losing interest, you can see it; she starts to glance away,
can't he see it? Fool!
Touch her! Reach across, just caress her with a finger on her cheek;
fool, fool -- only touch her!
Harold S.
TIME IN A BOTTLE
Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'till eternity passes away just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then again, I would spend them with
you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you wanna do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I wanna go through time with
If I had a box just for wishes and dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory of how they were answered by
you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you wanna do once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I wanna go through time with
If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day 'till eternity passes away just to spend them with you
--oOo--
--
Harold Sosa, Official Barbecue Chef of the RFA
reply to: (replace "NOSPAM" with "harold")
http://www.eecs.uic.edu/~harold/hal
"God put me on Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right
now I am so far behind, I will never die!"
Pete Turk
SUMER IS ICUMEN IN
------------------
English trad., 13th C
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth the wude nu --
Sing, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Louth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Well singes thu, cuccu --
Ne swik thu naver nu!
--oOo--
Spring's arrived! Sing out loud, cuckoo!
Seed's growing, the meadow's flowering,
and now the wood springs up with leaves.
So sing, cuckoo!
The ewe's bleating after the lamb, the
cow's lowing after her calf, the bullock
starts, the buck farts -- so sing merrily,
cuckoo!
Cuckoo, Cuckoo, you sing so well, cuckoo
-- now don't you ever stop.
Pete Turk
THE ROSE
--------
Amanda McBroom
(Sung by Bette Midler)
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless acheing need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes...
The Rose.
Pete Turk
GLAD TO BE UNHAPPY
------------------
Richard Rodgers
Fools rush in, so here I am
Awfully glad to be unhappy
I can't win but here I am
More than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a bore, yeah
And I've got it pretty bad
But for someone you adore
It's a pleasure to be sad.
Like a straying baby lamb,
With no mama and no papa,
I'm so unhappy, yeah,
-- But oh so glad.
A.Boodoo
Pete Turk wrote:
<snip>
> that look of almost anguished vulnerability and sensitivity, a soft,
> near-cry of help,
> the implication of a deeply privileged and sole accessibility ... yours
> alone, yours, yours alone,
<snip>
> though everyone at the party is aware she's seducing him, he doesn't
> seem to understand;
I wish...
> he diddles with his silly moustache, grins and gawks, gabbles away
> around her about this and that.
> Now she's losing interest, you can see it; she starts to glance away,
> can't he see it? Fool!
> Touch her! Reach across, just caress her with a finger on her cheek;
> fool, fool -- only touch her!
Hey, don't call my moustache silly!
I think this has happened to me before... how was I supposed to know that
someone looking me in the eyes that way meant she wanted me to kiss
her...
Needless to say I did nothing and thought nothing of it until well
afterwards...
A.Boodoo
Pete Turk
THE LADY'S YES
--------------
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Yes!" I answered you last night;
"No!" this morning, Sir, I say!
Colours, seen by candle-light,
Will not look the same by day.
When the tabors played their best,
Lamps above, and laughs below --
*Love me* sounded like a jest,
Fit for *Yes* or fit for *No!*
Call me false, or call me free --
Vow, whatever light may shine,
No man on your face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.
Yet the sin is on us both --
Time to dance is not to woo --
Wooer light makes fickle troth --
Scorn of *me* recoils on *you!*
Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death --
With a loyal gravity.
Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies,
Guard her, by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries.
By your truth she shall be true --
Ever true, as wives of yore --
And her *Yes*, once said to you,
SHALL be Yes for evermore.
Pete Turk
MY OLD MAN
----------
Joni Mitchell
My old man
He's a singer in the park
He's a walker in the rain
He's a dancer in the dark
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my lonesome blues
He's my sunshine in the morning
He's my fireworks at the end of the day
He's the warmest chord I ever heard
Play that warm chord and stay baby
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my lonesome blues
But when he's gone
Me and them lonesome blues collide
The bed's too big
The frying pan's too wide
Then he comes home
And he takes me in his loving arms
And he tells me all his troubles
And he tells me all my charms
We don't need no piece of paper
From the city hall
Keeping us tied and true
No, my old man
Keeping away my lonesome blues
Pete Turk
BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN
-------------------------
Kate Bush
With her hand in his hand,
They were both happy again.
You started taking sides.
They started arguing.
He said it was her fault.
She said it wasn't at all.
But the truth lies somewhere in the middle.
Where angels fear to tread,
You go rushing in.
Well, I had to tell you then,
And now I'm telling you again:
Stay out of this
You must not interfere
Don't you see this is
Between a man and a woman?
Every day and night I pray,
Pray that you will stay away forever.
It's so hard for love to stay together,
With the modern Western pressures.
I don't want to say it,
But I had to tell you then,
And now I'm telling you again:
Stay out of this.
Oh, I know you mean to help me,
And I know you've good intentions.
But stay out of this.
This isn't your problem.
Do not interfere, you are not needed here.
Let the pendulum swing
Between a man and a woman.
Don't you see? you're in the way
Between a man and a woman.
Every day and night I pray,
Let the pendulum swing
Between a man and a woman.
Between a man and a woman.