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    Smile Beautiful poetry

    [This text is very moving so read it with the knowledge that you may cry]
    I thought that I would like to start a thread on beautiful petry that held the theme of dance somewhere within it.
    I was at my Aunties funeral yesterday and she chose this poem to be read, and I felt her arms stretch out and comfort me. Read it when you have a few moments of silence, its really beautiful.
    Diana


    You would know the secret of death.
    But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
    The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day
    cannot unveil the mystery of light.
    If you would indeed behold the spirit of death,
    open your heart wide unto the body of life.
    For life and death are one,
    even as the river and the sea are one.

    In the depth of your hopes and desires
    lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
    And like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow
    your heart dreams of spring.
    Trust the dreams,
    for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
    Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd
    when he stands before the king whose hand
    is to be laid upon him in honour.
    Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling,
    that he shall wear the mark of the king?
    Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

    For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind
    and to melt into the sun?
    And what is it to cease breathing,
    but to free the breath from its restless tides,
    that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

    Only when you drink from the river of silence
    shall you indeed sing.
    And when you have reached the mountain top,
    then you shall begin to climb.
    And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
    then shall you truly dance.


    on death - kahlil gibran

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    Slow Down

    Slow Down

    Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?
    Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?
    Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
    Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?


    You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.


    Do you run through each day On the fly?
    When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?
    When the day is done Do you lie in your bed
    With the next hundred chores Running through your head?


    You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.


    Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
    And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?
    Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die
    Cause you never had time To call and say "Hi"?


    You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.
    Time is short. The music won't last.


    When you run so fast to get somewhere
    You miss half the fun of getting there.
    When you worry and hurry through your day,
    It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.
    Life is not a race. Do take it slower
    Hear the music Before the song is over.


    Author unknown

    Allegedly written by a little girl dying of cancer.
    Also, alegedly, a hoax!!

    Either way, pretty words!

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    I love this one........

    I am resigned it is my fate,
    To live my life in beats of eight.

    I walk along a city street,
    Whilst stepping out that tango beat.

    And then I push upon a door,
    And walk up to a tango floor.

    I take a partner’s hand in mine,
    No word is spoken, just a sign.

    We pause a moment on the floor,
    Our senses seeking dance rapport,

    And then we move off with the beat,
    Each stepping out with silent feet.

    The balanced pause, the poised advance,
    This is the essence of the dance.

    The grace that is a giro turn,
    The music that makes passions burn.

    The closeness as our bodies flow,
    The frisson sparking to and fro.

    I may not know my partner’s name,
    May never dance with her again,

    But for those moments we become,
    Two bodies moving, merged as one.

    I hold her near, I move away,
    I block, I turn, we pause, we sway.

    No word is said that might detract,
    And break the dance’s silent pact.

    For as we dance the floor around,
    My signs and signals make no sound.

    A finger’s press, a slight deflection,
    Is all that’s needed for direction.

    A torso turn is signal sent,
    And sign enough of my intent.

    And suddenly the dance is done,
    Two people part who just were one.

    Three minutes is but little time,
    To sense a tempo so sublime.

    Then I rejoice it is my fate,
    To live my life to beats of eight.

    John Villiers 2002

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    Another one - no dancing though!! :C

    Tieme Ranpiri


    The day may be clouded yet ever the sun
    Will sweep on its course, 'til the cycle is run
    And when into chaos the system is hurled
    Again shall the builder reshape a new world

    Your path may be twisting, uncertain your goal
    Move on! For your orbit is fixed to your soul
    And though it may lead into darkness of night
    The torch of the builder will bring it new light.

    You were. You will be. Know this whilst you are
    Your spirit has travelled both long and afar.
    It came from the source, to the source it return.
    The flame that was lighted eternally burns.

    It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave.
    It roamed throught the forest. It rose from the grave
    It took on strange garbs for long eons of years
    And now in the form of yourself it appears.

    From body to body, your spirit speeds on.
    It seeks a new form when the old one has gone
    And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought,
    From the loom of the mind, from fibre of thought.

    As dew is drawn upward in rain to descend
    Your thoughts drift away, and in destiny blend
    You cannot forsake them, for petty or great
    Or evil or noble, they govern your fate

    Somewhere on some planet, some time and some how
    Your life will reflect your thoughts of your now.
    My law in unerring, no blood can atone
    The structure you built, you will live in, alone

    From cycle to cycle, through time and through space
    Your lives and your longings will ever keep pace
    And all that you ask for, and all you desire
    Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.

    Once list to that voice and all tumult is gone
    Your life is the life of the infinite one
    In the hurrying pace you are consious of pause,
    With love for the purpose and love for the cause

    You are your own devil, you are your own god
    You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
    And nothing can save you from error or sin
    Until you have hark'd to that spirit within.

    [Anon - possibly a maori]

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and
    laugh
    when I feel like crying.
    Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
    smile and say how perfect it is.
    Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you
    up
    and take you to the park to play.
    Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
    teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
    Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
    computer
    off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
    Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
    when
    you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if
    he
    comes by.
    Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be
    when
    you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are
    concerned.
    Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I
    won't
    stand over you trying to fix them.
    Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a
    Happy Meal so you can have both toys..
    Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
    about
    how you were born and how much I love you.
    Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get
    angry.
    Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the
    porch
    and count all the stars.
    Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
    favorite TV shows.
    Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you
    pray, I
    will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever
    given.
    I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
    missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their
    children's
    graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in
    hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming
    inside that they can't handle it anymore.
    And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a
    little
    longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for
    nothing,
    except one more day.............


    THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FATHER WHO HAD JUST FOUND OUT THAT HIS 10 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER HAD CANCER.

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    The Audience Awaits

    For the first time in my life
    I can't fight my way out of my own little corner
    And I don't like it one bit
    Have I lost what it takes?

    I seem to make progress
    A pill here, a potion there: Oh they keep on coming
    But they don't hide my fears
    Oh, no, they don't stop the aches

    Life is like a boxer
    Always one more punch to throw
    A jab, a hook, an uppercut
    Oh, the pain grows blow by blow

    Put the face on, leave the door
    Now I'm mentally prepared to face the roaring crowd
    But they don't know or care
    They just don't want to see

    The real me, the state I'm in
    This pitiful pile on the corner of the floor
    Londsdale belt?!? I'll never win
    No, it wasn't meant to be.

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    things that go bump in the night
    should not really give one a fright.
    It's the hole in each ear
    that lets in the fear
    That and the absence of light!

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    To Risk

    Risk


    To laugh is to risk appearing the fool;
    To weep is to risk appearing sentimental;
    To reach out for another is to risk involvement
    To expose feeling is to risk exposing your true self.

    To place your ideas and your dreams
    before the crowd is to risk being called naive
    To love is to risk not being loved in return
    To live is to risk dying
    To hope is to risk despair
    To try is to risk failure.

    But risks must be taken,
    because the greatest risk of all
    is to risk nothing
    The person who risks nothing, does nothing,
    has nothing becomes nothing and is nothing;
    They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
    but they simply cannot learn,
    feel, change, grow, love or live .
    Chained by their certitude, they are a slave,
    they have forfeited freedom;
    Only the person who risks is truly free.

    Author Unknown

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Roses are Red,
    Violet's are Mauve,
    You'll look great,
    Chained to my Stove....

    (c) 2004 - D.Barker

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Roses are Red,
    Lager is Brown,
    Hell will freeze over,
    Before I get in a round.

    (c) 2004 D.Barker

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Seaweed
    Standing, eyes closed
    I feel your breath
    Perfectly calm, a breeze, a flutter
    the quick swirl of movement.

    I touch your hand,
    it rizes slowly..
    the enchantment is deep.

    Slowly, in perfect silence
    I move your body,
    Your senses waiting for each gesture

    Quietly, I lay you to rest,
    Still.

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    Fcuked up poetry!! :O

    Found these words of wisdom about parenting ..... enjoy!

    Mum and Dad

    They **** you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were ****ed up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another's throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don't have any kids yourself.

    Phillip Larkin

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Lyrics for new tune (possibly titled "Apology" or "Dry Your Eyes" if neither is too cheesy): thoughts always welcome. Am not sure I'm TOTALLY happy with them (shall have better idea once I sing live with the band), they may be a bit weak compared to the punch I want to pack.

    I just don't know if it's weak/naff or distasteful or even too harsh and kind of militant. Help?!?!?
    __________________________________________________ _______________

    Such is your quest for power, does it meet the needs of your ego?
    And when you do devour, I ask, "How depraved will you go?"

    No depth for you is too low
    When she says, "No," then No means No.

    There are no excuses: (No Means No)
    And when she chooses: (No Means No)


    So when it's you and a gun, that's when you know you'll get the girl?
    "They're whores, they're there for our fun. 'Ts my right to give her c**t a whirl."

    My blood boils, you make me hurl
    U don't belong in this world.

    There are no excuses: (No Means No)
    And when she chooses: (No Means No)
    __________

    For every rape committed, I can but apologise
    I know it changes nothing, just hope it helps to dry your eyes

    If rape you have committed, I hope a cancer eats your soul
    No death too slow or painful, I hope you rot in a hell hole.

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Quote Originally Posted by Ceroc Jock
    Lyrics for new tune (possibly titled "Apology" or "Dry Your Eyes" if neither is too cheesy): thoughts always welcome. Am not sure I'm TOTALLY happy with them (shall have better idea once I sing live with the band), they may be a bit weak compared to the punch I want to pack.

    I just don't know if it's weak/naff or distasteful or even too harsh and kind of militant. Help?!?!?
    __________________________________________________ _______________

    Such is your quest for power...

    I hope you rot in a hell hole.
    That's powerful stuff CJ. but strangely obvious so why not write it about male rape? just change the "she" to "he" and "c...t to 'c...k' and explore the different responses to it..

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Quote Originally Posted by DianaS
    That's powerful stuff CJ. but strangely obvious so why not write it about male rape? just change the "she" to "he" and "c...t to 'c...k' and explore the different responses to it..
    Strangely obvious??

    The piece, in my mind (and probably heart too), is an apology to every woman that has ever experienced anything like that. When I hear of that kind of stuff, I feel sick in my gut and genuinely ashamed to be male (and therefore the same as the creatures that can do this).

    Also, male rape doesn't tend to happen on dates, within a relationship, etc so the notion of saying no is less of an issue. Obviously, they are not saying yes, but the dynamic (as a rule) tends to be different. Male rapes tend to be one-offs and not so systematic, but I feel kind of unsure of my facts here and am wandering somewhat.

    That said, thank you for your thoughts, Diana.

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Quote Originally Posted by Ceroc Jock
    Strangely obvious??

    The piece, in my mind (and probably heart too), is an apology to every woman that has ever experienced anything like that. When I hear of that kind of stuff, I feel sick in my gut and genuinely ashamed to be male (and therefore the same as the creatures that can do this).

    Also, male rape doesn't tend to happen on dates, within a relationship, etc so the notion of saying no is less of an issue. Obviously, they are not saying yes, but the dynamic (as a rule) tends to be different. Male rapes tend to be one-offs and not so systematic, but I feel kind of unsure of my facts here and am wandering somewhat.

    That said, thank you for your thoughts, Diana.
    Hmmm
    It is an apology CJ but personally I find som of the imagery it contains violent and reminiscent of the origional act of violence. So instead of experiencing an apology I respond imediately to more talk of violence, and to me its rather disturbing...

    'I hope a cancer eats your soul
    No death too slow or painful, I hope you rot in a hell hole...

    'My blood boils, you make me hurl'

    So it looses its power here for me, as to protest about male violence whilst posturing in an aggressive violent way seems rather silly like

    Fighting for peace is like f...king for virginity!

    Women discussing rape tend to focus on emotions of sorrow, empathy and yes anger!!! Left alone with the perterprator I wonder how many would wreck a revenge given the opportunity, but is this different to a man saying how angry he is and what he would like to happen to the guy? To me and I admit that I must have some prejudice here I hear an alarm bell ringing..
    like not more male violence

    CJ When you perform it give your audience some warning on the copntent and give it context... can't remember the stats on rape now but in a room of 50 its bound to be very emotive for a few!!
    Brave topic I don't know many guys who would go there!

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Again, Diana, thank you for your words and your thoughts. I appreciate you taking the time to read this enough to formulate a response.

    'I hope a cancer eats your soul
    No death too slow or painful, I hope you rot in a hell hole'

    ... sums up what I feel would be "natural justice." What I am NOT saying, though, is, "I am going to beat 7 shades of jobey out of you," or anything such like. Yes, I'm expressing an anger, a contempt and probably a complete ignorance and lack of understanding.

    'My blood boils, you make me hurl'

    ... is a particularly weak line. Was best I could do under the rhyming pattern, but is probably the first candidate for change.

    I deliberitely used some "violent" terms and the word "c**t" to get over the point how distasteful the act/perpetrator is. (I know is a tad on the overstating the obvious side) Again, some of it is working out some of my own disgust.

    I fully take on board your comments and await to see what others feel.

    However, I shall forewarn punters at a live show (with context) and also put a warning on our website AND CD sleeve where the lyrics will be typed out.

    Thank you, again: I really do appreciate it.



    (and anyway, when we getting a dance, woman?!?!?!?!!?! )

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Quote Originally Posted by Ceroc Jock
    Again, Diana, thank you for your words and your thoughts. I appreciate you taking the time to read this enough to formulate a response.

    'I hope a cancer eats your soul
    No death too slow or painful, I hope you rot in a hell hole'

    ... sums up what I feel would be "natural justice." What I am NOT saying, though, is, "I am going to beat 7 shades of jobey out of you," or anything such like. Yes, I'm expressing an anger, a contempt and probably a complete ignorance and lack of understanding.

    'My blood boils, you make me hurl'

    ... is a particularly weak line. Was best I could do under the rhyming pattern, but is probably the first candidate for change.

    I deliberitely used some "violent" terms and the word "c**t" to get over the point how distasteful the act/perpetrator is. (I know is a tad on the overstating the obvious side) Again, some of it is working out some of my own disgust.

    I fully take on board your comments and await to see what others feel.

    However, I shall forewarn punters at a live show (with context) and also put a warning on our website AND CD sleeve where the lyrics will be typed out.

    Thank you, again: I really do appreciate it.



    (and anyway, when we getting a dance, woman?!?!?!?!!?! )
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    nicely put cj like Yes! to a dance

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    Re: Lyrics for new tune

    Rape is a very tricky subject.

    The awful truth is that to wish away rape would probably be to wish away the whole of the human race, and certainly some of my distant relations.

    FWIW I had some adverse reactions to these:

    How could I know / creatures in the night
    ============================

    And they had told me there were creatures in the night
    how could I know , How could I know
    They tell such dreadful tales to give a child a fright
    How could I know, how could I know

    of dragons, and princes and giants and kings
    of invisible cloaks and magical rings
    of genies brought by a whis-per-ed word
    that's what I heard
    that's what I heard

    the tooth fairy, Santa and many such things
    monsters fearful and absurd
    Evil wizards and horses with wings
    You can't believe a word that I heard
    No, you can't believe a word

    I was brought through a world of mythical enchantments
    and I grew up to learn that it was all nonsense
    that's what I'd heard
    that's what I'd heard

    yesterday this nice old man, said my ma was sick
    he'd take me to the hospital, we've got to get there quick
    my ma had warned me of strangers
    they'd all warned me of dangers
    but I'd heard of the man my dad worked with
    so I got in the car with nice Mr. Smith
    Yes, so I got in the car with Mr. Smith

    and they had told me there were creatures in the night
    how could I know , How could I know
    They tell such dreadful tales to give a child a fright
    How could I know, how could I know

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    Re: Beautiful poetry

    Warning

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    And I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


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