You come from Vietnam,And you painted my toesWith indefatigable devotion. You didn’t even take a lunch break.I think you’re used to back breaking workAnd you were willing to sacrifice your restFor my relaxation.But you made me think, As I flicked through my copy of George MonbiotAnd assessed the points he made on the urgent need…
There is a moment When we let go of the balloonsThose small and tugging desiresThat we hope will lift us off the groundAnd away from the earthBut are not quite Up to the job. But one dayThe sky so blueWe want to see them colouring the heavensReflecting the Spring sun in the glistening airAnd away…
Jesus, you are so freeFreer than the whole universeFreer than the multiverseThrough which you stroll before morning coffeeAnd in that part of the universeThat births 32 suns a secondYou stretch and yawn and say “Nice work!..I knew you’d like that” and we both smile. Jesus, you are so freeThat you can choose to be boundWithout…
Hammad, who composed the music on my CD and follows events at the Bard School from Slough and Pakistan, and whose name means “One who sings for God”, stayed up all night after hearing the news of Shahbaz’s brutal killing, to compose this lament for him. You won’t need to understand urdu to be moved…
You cannot utter something, Speak or draw it,Unless somewhere in your being You have given your consent;Allowed this now experience to enterAnd come up through the doorway of your soulInto the world of light. But do not get me wrongI don’t say that your conscious mind must know itBut somewhere in the musical menagerie of…
I like you because you make me feel likedI don’t like you because I know youI don’t know youI don’t see you I see only that you like meAnd that I like. I like you because you make me feel pleasingSo I’ll do what it takes to please youWhether I like it or notAnd I…
I must leave youBy the fountainBy the garden’s inner wallI shall close the door behind meSo I cannot hear you call. I look towards the mountainThough the mountain looks so farYou are so much further from meSitting where you are. I must leave youBy the fountainBy the garden’s inner wallI shall close the door behind…
Natalie Nice did not like viceShe ironed all her creases twice. Her smile was wideHer eyes were brightShe knew that she was wholly right. Her voice was sweetHer knife was sharpShe thought she’d like To play the harp. She always had a lot to sayAnd taught the world to work and prayAnd when she knew…
It is a very funny scene and as with most good comedy, has a serious subtext that makes the humour work. Harry Potter fans will know the scene, though it doesn’t apear in the film of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which is why I’d forgotten all about it till yesterday. Just by…
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