The Child Bearers

Jean, death comes close to us all,
flapping its awful wings at us
and the gluey wings crawl up our nose.
Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs,
whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle,
mine pushed into gnawing a stilbestrol cancer
I passed on like hemophilia,
or yours in the seventh grade, with her spleen
smacked in by the balance beam.
And we, mothers, crumpled, and flyspotted
with bringing them this far
can do nothing now but pray.

Let us put your three children
and my two children,
ages ranging from eleven to twenty-one,
and send them in a large air net up to God,
with many stamps, real air mail,
and huge signs attached:
SPECIAL HANDLING.

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poem by Anne Sexton
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Time passes him (English ballade)

His world falls into disrepair,
as if pulled out of the universe,
his life shatters into fragments
he looses his work, his house

chorus:
time passes him
days becomes weeks, weeks turn into months,
full of lonely evenings
months change into years.

his wife leaves him for a lover,
both of his cars are stolen,
his brown Labrador passes away from tick-bite fever
his black and white cat gets cat-flue

and nothing turns out well,
but he looks at life level-headed,
daily searches for work
and write poems one after the other.

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Loveless......

Tina knows her way
try looking on the way she sways her hips
and walks on her feet on stiletto shoes
a la maya angelou
her goddess and idol and role model

she dresses the way she feels she likes it
sometimes she looks like a Christmas tree
or a refrigerator less the handle and the metal stand
for she is short and a little bit fat

(nothing flattery about her bangles
and her tinted goggles with matching
lavender ribbons on her hair
and scarlet bracelets on her arms
and her platinum trinkets and golden anklets
and diamond earrings

all genuine and expensive
branded)

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After Bike Ride

Jim's younger sister
Followed you everywhere
and stood watching

as you rode the old car
around the field
or whizzed around

on their motorbike
to the cheers and shouts
from the fence

Monica why don't you
go off and play
Jim said

yes
said Pete
her other brother

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poem by Terry Collett
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~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! ! ~! My City

Night rode pillion* in city
Where neighbours meet;
Only in seminars
Night rode pillion in city
Where mortar of fear
Hold bricks together
Night rode pillion in city
Where only sex can be
Legally traded for hunger
Night rode pillion in city
Whose beaches have to answer?
For their wet look
Night rode pillion in city
Where green n white hangs in shame
Rest brazenly flutter
Night rode pillion
Holy are the whores and
righteous are hounded
Night rode pillion in city
Where pillion riding is banned

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poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Ma
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A Simple Explanation Of Your Misery.....

sometimes you feel so unlucky.
you feel that you are carrying the whole earth
in your shoulder.
very heavy, and your shoulders feel like breaking into
glass pieces.

sometimes you feel like a slave.
following orders, all orders from the higher up
from those cloud
gods.

sometimes you feel like sitting down on the pebbles
muddy ones, from the river,
you feel like throwing your body in a mud-hole
and cover every part of your body with mud
or buffalo dung.

everyone is making you feel like a dirty towel,
a rusty shovel,
an unwanted discarded spare part of a motorcycle

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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High & Dry

two jumps in a week i bet you think that's pretty clever don't you
boy.
flying on your
motorcycle.
watching all the ground beneath you
drop.
you'd kill yourself for recognition.
kill yourself to
never
ever
stop.
you broke another mirror.you're turning into something you are not.
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
drying up in conversation
you will be the one who cannot talk.
all your insides fall to pieces.
you just sit there

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song performed by Radiohead
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A Cup Of Tea

That fusion of spices
Lemon grass, what I know as mchaichai
And ginger.
Makes me travel,
To a land far away
Across mountains and seas.

To a land
Where the soil is brown,
Like milk chocolate,
And the beaches white.
Where the people smile not frown.
Stretched out savannah
With animals of all colour,
And a mountain that peaks over Africa
Topped with glittering glaciers.

But as those spices
Bubble in my teacup,
I don't see tourist attractions

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poem by Mariam de Haan
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Tora, Tora, Tora (Out With The Boys)

Pay-day Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
gonna raise Hell on Union Street,
thirteen guys and a packet of three.
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin',
tonight this city's gonna be all mine.
I wanna talk about motorbikes, cars and things,
no sophistication or designer jeans.
I'm no angel, but I know what I like,
a little rough and tumble on a Friday night.
I'm like a cornered rat, I gotta explode.
Goodbye baby don't know when I'll be home.
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high,
ain't nothing in the world that I won't try.
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off,
Barman said, " You boys have had enough.
Join the army, get yourself a decent job."

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song performed by Rod Stewart
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Tora, Tora, Tora

(Rod Stewart)
Pay-day Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
gonna raise Hell on Union Street,
thirteen guys and a packet of three.
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin',
tonight this city's gonna be all mine.
I wanna talk about motorbikes, cars and things,
no sophistication or designer jeans.
I'm no angel, but I know what I like,
a little rough and tumble on a Friday night.
I'm like a cornered rat, I gotta explode.
Goodbye baby don't know when I'll be home.
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys,
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight.
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high,
ain't nothing in the world that I won't try.
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off,
Barman said, ' You boys have had enough.

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song performed by Rod Stewart
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Nutbush City Limit

A CHURCH HOUSE GIN HOUSE
A SCHOOL HOUSE OUT HOUSE
ON HIGHWAY NUMBER NINETEEN
THE PEOPLE KEEP THE CITY CLEAN
THEY CALL IT
NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
TWENTY-FIVE WAS THE SPEED LIMIT
MOTORCYCLE NOT ALLOWED IN IT
YOU GO TO THE STORE ON FRIDAY
YOU GO TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY
THEY CALL IT
NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
YOU GO TO THE FIELDS ON WEEKDAYS
AND HAVE A PICNIC ON LABOR DAY
YOU GO TO TOWN ON SATURDAY
BUT GO TO THE CHURCH EV'RY SUNDAY
THEY CALL IT
NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH

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song performed by Tina Turner
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Controlled Rebellion

Trouble always starts with a smile,
especially when punctuated with deep
hazel eyes. Come seven on a Saturday,
my heartbeat syncs with the song on the radio,
my left foot sinks as it races nightfall,
and the goblin within heads for
where the wild things are.

Wild nights – Wild nights! Were I with thee…
we would charge the alleys of hailstorm abandon.
But beware the badgering foe of fun:
the Lilliputian leash of children asunder.
A mental head-on collision ensues,
night racing past me twenty years to victory.
I surrender the sport and retreat to the driveway.

I am far from curfew,
and this is not my parents’ home.
Yet, I am doomed to restriction nonetheless.

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poem by Lori Boulard
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You Know What To Do

(carly simon/jacob brackman)
The night is filled with pretty girls
Dancing shoes and flying hair
Not one of them would refuse
To follow you up the stairs
You could have your pick of them
Why decide to pick on me
You promised me youd stay away
You promised me youd set me free
Pounding of my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings Ill just never understand
Chorus:
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do
The night is filled with shooting stars
I watch them fall cause I cant sleep

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song performed by Carly Simon
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Bottoming Out

Im cruising fast on a motorcycle
Down this winding country road
And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
Where last week I fell off
Theres still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dead squirrel that I hit
But if I hadnt left, I would have struck you dead
So I took a ride instead
Bottoming out
Bottoming out
Bottoming out
Bottoming out
My doctor says, she hopes I know
How lucky I can be
After all it wasnt my blood
Mixed in the dirt that night
But this violent rage, turned inward
Can not be helped by drink
And we must really examine this and I say
I need another drink

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song performed by Lou Reed
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly

I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands

I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.

So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)

My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior

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poem by Rik Bertrand
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Picasso's Pugalist

All I can really say is that my new face
Looks like Picasso got punched,
And that’s okay: a little crooked, like President
D$ck, unsymmetrical, but big,
Like Dolly Parton’s tits- Some things which
Are real: speedy motorcycle, hearse’s right-of-
Way, sea-shanties which stormy areolas mermaid:
The phone rings from another planet,
Or demoted Pluto- I think its just you, but it never
Is: Solicitors, tax collectors, sisters.... Rivers
Run to the sea, but that is not where you can find me,
So for very long I’ve been reading naked in the igneous
Rockslides of her undraped back, crooning-
Video games say I’m overweight, but they’re stupid,
As the hands arrest empty Michigan, your groom’s
Flannel tuxedo accordions- When you didn’t answer,
As you can see, it was a Holocaust, a default,
The bankruptcy of a favorite super center- The trick
Lady’s overweight shoulders shrug, and we light off
Fireworks: Semis honked, this is the great America stretching

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poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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She slammed

She slammed the door from the back
She was outrageous and had developed a crack
She was burning from within and ready to strike
I ran fast and fled away on motorbike

I had loved her from my heart
It had very nice and flawless start
She meant to be everything for me
We used to visit frequently and felt very free

She would not let me know her mind
I tried very hard to know and find
It failed me in my attempt miserably
Yet I felt it nice and spent the time happily

For her the love was super most in all the way
She may mind it and take seriously any way
I took enough care not to offend her
This thought hunted me for ever

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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They All Went To Mexico

Wheres my pal, wheres my friend
All good things must have an end
Sad things and nothings
On and on they go
I guess he went to mexico
Chorus:
They all went to mexico
Buenas dias, got to go
Tengo que obedecer
Mi corazon
They all went to mexico
Wheres my mule, wheres my dray
Straw hats packed up and gone
Away
Mule dont go north and dray go slow
They both went to mexico
Wheres my sweetie, wheres the face
That lit dark corners every place
She put up with me long time you know
And then she had to go to mexico

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song performed by Santana
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Safe & Sound

(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Strange times in portland, maine
Lobsters dancing on the dock
Switzerlands been wierd since they unplugged the clocks
Man and a woman living in brooklyn heights
Each convinced that the other is in the wrong
Last year the divorce rate trippled in hong kong
If through all the madness
We can stick together
Were safe and sound
The worlds just insode out and upside down
Flash from mexico...the tornadoes have all turned gay
Roman whores have quit to seek a better way
Dope has undermined the morale of the buckingham palace guards
Motorcycle gangs ride naked down hollywood boulevard
If through all the madness
We can stick together
Were safe and sound
The whole worlds just turned insode out and upside down
Marahaj wants you to lead a pilgrimage to tibet

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song performed by Carly Simon
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My House

The image of the poets in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
My house is very beautiful at night
My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
Hes dead, at peace at last the wandering jew
Other friends had put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that I had ever met
Sylvia and I got out our ouija board
To dial a spirit, across the room it soared
We were happy and amazed at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name delmore
Delmore, I missed all your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My dedalus to your bloom, was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house makes things perfect
I really got a lucky life
My writing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
Is living in this stone and wood house with me

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song performed by Lou Reed
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