The Elf Singing

An Elf sat on a twig,
He was not very big,
He sang a little song,
He did not think it wrong;
But he was on a Wizard's ground,
Who hated all sweet sound.

Elf, Elf,
Take care of yourself.
He's coming behind you,
To seize you and bind you
And stifle you song.
The Wizard! The Wizard!
He changes his shape
In crawling along--
An ugly old ape,
A poisonous lizard,
A spotted spider,
A wormy glider
The Wizard! The Wizard!

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poem by William Allingham
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Collected Thoughts

Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning
the quartz, O December.

Time to hang my boots
and listen the call to quarters.
Windows would kill me.

I had my horrors
I had my wine.
The moon was still calling.

My thumb bleeds
for white skin of sun.
Who was depressed in night?

The collateral damage
is bound to happen; if drones
don’t listen to me.

poem by Satish Verma
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Houghton's Bank

HOUGHTON'S BANK

Herd instinct wannabes beg bridge funds, but
Often, spendthrift, find requests for loans
Unsecured denied. Bank makes no bones
Grabbing from those who’d raise themselves from rut,
Hand extended, scored, endures deep cut,
Turns topsy-turvy projects, risk condones,
Obstructing time-vault access with crisp tones,
Neat writing on the wall cites scuttlebutt.
Banking’s a profession where the gut
Active role takes, stakes past winners, drones
Need putting in their place. Prudence postpones
Knackers’ needs, weeds, tightens screw, bolt and nut.
However write-offs rise as profits fall,
Because tight guidelines can’t encompass all.

13 July 1992 revised 2 January 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Remember, Remember The Eleventh of September (9-11 poem)

Remember, Remember
The Eleventh of September,
The year: Two thousand and one
Never forget the day
That we lost
And they won

Four airliners
Flying at hundred miles per hour
At the hands of self-proclaimed martyrs
Became weapons of mass destruction

People died
That should have lived
Some as heroes, most were victims
Robbed of what could have been

Remember, Remember
The Eleventh of September,

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poem by Ronberge
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The birds are flying north

The birds are flying north
before winter bites
with the first chill,
but coming south
with a whistling whine of rotors
An ugly enemy helicopter gunship
hangs deadly in the air.

It’s just another ugly monster
with a canon in the nose
and a bunch of sinister rocket pods,
that flies past.

a Missile flies into the blue sky
and the monster explodes and is gone
from the air
and some more birds fly past
heading north.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Leading You Astray

Bad people,
Power cuts!
Aspire,
Inspire,
Milk and honey,
Sugar and tea,
Survival of the fittest! !
Strength,
Change, challenge!
And, it took place in her room twice.
The 4th Empire was the Roman Empire!
The 4th Beast was the Roman Empire! !
Drones, thrones, stone;
Like the great sword with eyes all over it,
but, your uncontrolled lust is leading you astray.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Counting Airplanes

I put ketchup on my scrambled eggs
And everybody thinks it's funny
I don't get mad
I don't laugh cause you don't shave your legs
But everybody thinks it's funny
No need to get mad
I don't spend my time with anyone
Who doesn't think I'm wonderful
Or somewhat cash refundable at times
Now I'm out here counting airplanes
Trying to make sense of the change
And I don't wanna be just anybody
So don't try to figure me out
I won't try to figure you out
I don't wanna be some average anybody
Now I got friends that ride into the storm
And ride out of the storm with nothing
They rode into the storm with
And there seems to be a price for everything
You get what you pay for then you pay for

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song performed by Train
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A New Horizon

Up in the clouds of the sky is a new horizon,
Felling the trees down below is like invasion.
How are the clouds so superb with those waterfalls?
May God speak suddenly about the nightfalls.

With this we end our talk on special landmarks,
Heaven dabbles with the rich and their birthmarks.
Mighty are the rivers of beautiful terrain,
Mighty is the mountain from the aeroplane.

We abstain from speech that destroys us,
The very favours on our human race come from a thesis.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Vapor Train Reflected in the Frog Pond

The old watch: their
thick eyes
puff and foreclose by the moon.The young, heads
trailed by the beginnings of necks,
shiver,
in the guarantee they shall be bodies.

In the frog pond
the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps,

I hear its drone, drifting, high up
in immaculate ozone.

poem by Galway Kinnell
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The Laundry In The Clustering Aloe

All over the yard, I’ve placed my
Guns in the snow:
My mother is drying the laundry in the clustering
Aloe,
And Alma is somewhere close to here,
Gossiping to conquistadors while the
Airplanes fly so low to listen;
And the television breaks the news, and the
Kidnappers don’t look so bad:
So soon it will be Christmas, which makes all of
The vanishing children very, very glad.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Vanishing Children

All over the yard, I’ve placed my
Guns in the snow:
My mother is drying the laundry in the clustering
Aloe,
And Alma is somewhere close to here,
Gossiping to conquistadors while the
Airplanes fly so low to listen;
And the television breaks the news, and the
Kidnappers don’t look so bad:
So soon it will be Christmas, which makes all of
The vanishing children very, very glad.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Open All Night

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out shes hummin like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and point
Well, Im goin out tonight. Im gonna rock that joint
Early north jersey industrial skyline
Im a all-set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby. Im running late
This new jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape
Now, the boss dont dig me, so he put me on the night shift
Its an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy
Radio relays towers, wont you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Good night, good luck. one, two power shift
I met wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at route sixty bobs big boy fried chicken

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song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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We can also fly

A winter afternoon
Just snowed and
Everything white everywhere

I was waiting in one of the busy
Airports of United States of America
To board a flight to New York

Delayed flights
I was wandering in the lounge
Afternoon turning to twilight
So soon, was my wonder

Checking in,
Security checks
Announcements
Calling people by name to board
All were busy

And I was waiting for

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poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Be My Hero Be My Knight

When all the men died in my world
I have you the only one left
When all the important men died suddenly
You're taking a helicopter to come
You started a new revolutionary
But be careful, don't die yourself in it.
Let everybody know your name
Let you be my Hero be my Knight.

I'm a slim woman with a mask
and a walking stick
Let you be my Hero be my Knight
If you still have a little pity on me
Come on time, be My hero be My knight.

poem by Yihuai Ying
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Boneheads Bank Holiday

You know I need a little break
To get away for a holiday
So I can see the sun
Cos in the sun they say its fun
If you can get some
Well I could take a train or a boat or an aeroplane
Or I could steal a car
Cos in a car you can go far
Just depends on what kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
What kind of car you are
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I met a funny looking girl
On a crowded beach in spain
Her name was avaline
She said she came to spain to have a good time
But she was with her mum
Who had a face like a nun in pain
She said her name was dot
She didnt half talk a lot

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song performed by Oasis
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October 1962

Missiles from hidden silos,
submarines, ships and aircraft
are ready for war
and the super powers of the east
and west is testing each other.

The world is poised
on the brink,
of eternal death and annihilation.

People see the sun
hanging in a blue sky
and wonder if it will be
the last time
that it will rise,
before suns out of man’s hand
bloom with crimson flame
and white mushroom cloud.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Night Journeys

did you travel by plane
train bus or car?

enjoy motion waves
of moonlit land night travels
so much better than stasis
commercial aircraft

night journeys can be
such emotional fun
choice to sleep or feel
let glee excitement run

at journeys end sweet blessings wait
bundles of blessings do not be late
travel with ease avoid excessive freight

Godspeed in your travels fast lightweight

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Cottage Of Love Smashed

An old-man after the burial of two sons,
A daughter and his aged faithful wife,
Began to search contents of the cottage,
With anxious perturbed eyes
Bearing the expression of helplessness.
A few worried men, women and children
Of the locality gathered around to sympathise
With the cumbersome grave hearts.

He rummaged around ashes of the rubbled cottage,
Two goats and their young babes
Lay all shredded amid the wreckage;
A parrot in the cage was ragged, torn to pieces,
But lay liberated from the encagement of life.

The old man searched and searched,
At last found he a bag made of aged patched cloth,
It contained neither money, nor gold nor silver
But a handkerchief, a ring and a few letters,
The relics of his wife: an expired companion

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Charred Cross

That winter's night the sky did glow
A flaming amber 'neath the stars,
As the city blazed the bombs lit up
The old cathedral spire,
Wave after endless wave they came
The whining drones the sounds from hell,
That echoed through the searchlights
And the anti-aircraft fire.

The city folk were helpless
As they saw their homes and streets destroyed,
The factories and the workshops
One by one were wiped away,
They watched as the cathedral burned
And saw its mighty roof collapse,
That smouldered through the morning
In the cold light of the day.

As the city lay in ruins
And the fallen bricks did fill the streets,

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poem by anonym
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Law

Laws, as we read in ancient sages,
Have been like cobwebs in all ages.
Cobwebs for little flies are spread,
And laws for little folks are made;
But if an insect of renown,
Hornet or beetle, wasp or drone,
Be caught in quest of sport or plunder,
The flimsy fetter flies in sunder.

poem by James Beattie
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