Poetic Pieces for the Mind and Spirit

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   1. The apparition of these faces in the crowd;       Petals on a wet, black bough.

       (In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound)

2. Like a drummer's brush
   The rain hushes the surface of tin porches.

      (Rain by Emanuel Di Pasquale)

3. i thank You God for most this amazing day:
    for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
   and a blue true dream of sky;
   and for everything which is natural
   which is infinite which is YES

      (ee cummings)

4. As they slept, they dreamed of the world they were now part of:
    A world...within a world
    Time...within time
    A dream...within dreams.

      (Rick Wakeman)

5. When I was small, I was in love
    In love with everything
    And now there's only you
    And now there's only you...

      (Thomas Dolby)

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Steve Wyzard Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: March 30 2017 Location: California Status: Offline Points: 2567	Post Options Post Reply Quote Steve Wyzard Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: November 07 2024 at 17:18
	1. The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. (In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound) 2. Like a drummer's brush The rain hushes the surface of tin porches. (Rain by Emanuel Di Pasquale) 3. i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is YES (ee cummings) 4. As they slept, they dreamed of the world they were now part of: A world...within a world Time...within time A dream...within dreams. (Rick Wakeman) 5. When I was small, I was in love In love with everything And now there's only you And now there's only you... (Thomas Dolby)

David_D Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: October 26 2010 Location: Copenhagen Status: Offline Points: 15086	Post Options Post Reply Quote David_D Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: November 17 2024 at 10:34
	Frank Zappa and The Mothers have made quite a song about the brainwashing function or effect of many TV programmes: The Mothers - "I'm the Slime" (an excerpt) I am gross and perverted I'm obsessed and deranged I have existed for years But very little has changed I'm the tool of the Government And industry too For I am destined to rule And regulate you I may be vile and pernicious But you can't look away I make you think I'm delicious With the stuff that I say I'm the best you can get Have you guessed me yet? I'm the slime oozin' out From your TV set (from the album Over-nite Sensation (1973))
	quality over quantity, and all kind of PopcoRn almost beyond

David_D Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Reviewer page Forum Senior Member Joined: October 26 2010 Location: Copenhagen Status: Offline Points: 15086	Post Options Post Reply Quote David_D Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: November 17 2024 at 13:40
	Marillion wrote in 2012 maybe some of the most poignant and touching, modern socially-engaged/political lyrics, which were about what the Israeli-Palestinian conflict meant for the life of Palestinians living in Gaza, and were written after many conversations with ordinary Palestinians living in the refugee camps of Gaza and the West Bank: Marillion - "Gaza" (excerpt) When I was young it all seemed like a game Living here brought no sense of shame But now I'm older I've come to understand Once we had houses Once we had land They rained down bullets on us as our homes collapsed We lay beneath the rubble terrified Hoping, dare we dream? We gave up waiting For us, to dream is still a dream When I woke up, the house was broken stones We suddenly had nothing And nothing's changed We live, eight people, in this overcrowded heat Factory-farmed animals living in our own sweat Living like this is all my baby brother ever knew The world does nothing, what can we do? ....................... For thirteen years the roads have all been closed We're isolated, we're denied medical supplies Fuel and work are scarce, they build houses on our farms The old men weep, the young men take up arms ................... It's like a nightmare (With the love of our family) (We can rise above everything) Towards Bethlehem (Some day surely someone must help us) Someday surely someone must help us (from the album Sounds That Can't Be Made (2012)) Edited by David_D - November 17 2024 at 14:52
	quality over quantity, and all kind of PopcoRn almost beyond