Suzanne takes you down
To her place near the river.
You can hear the boats go by
And you can spend the night beside her.
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there.
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China.
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover.
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched
her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower.
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them!"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
And forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath our wisdom like a stone.
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think you'll maybe trust him
For he's touched
your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river.
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters.
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed.
There are children in the morning.
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror.
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you will trust her
For she's touched
your perfect body with her mind.
So many nights
I sit by my window
Waiting for someone
To sing me his song.
So many dreams
I kept deep inside me
Alone in the dark
But now you've come along.
You light up my life!
You give me hope
To carry on!
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song!
Rolling at sea
Adrift on the water.
Could it be finally
I'm turning for home?
Finally, a chance
To say "Hey, I love you!"
Never again to be all alone!
You light up my life!
It can't be wrong
You give me hope
To carry on!
You light up my days
And fill my nights with song!
When it feels so right
'Cause you
You light up my life!
A woman�s faults are many
While men have only two,
Everything they say
And everything they do!
Consider how our cyberspace
With all its bits and bytes,
Comprising codes and interface
Adds sparkle to our sites.
H-T-M-L and cybermates
That give life to our sources,
All co-conspire to regulate
And become our Order Forces.
We write our code redundantly
Add graphics by the stacks,
Install it all abundantly
And push storage to the max.
So when one day we fill our ship
With no bytes left in store,
Some brain will make a better chip
And give us zillions more!
AMBITION
By William Davies
I had ambition
by which sin
the angel fell.
I climbed
and step by step
ascended into hell.
Returning now
to peace and quiet
and made more wise,
Let my descent
and fall
be into paradise.
I SHALL NOT CARE
By Sara Teasdale
When I am dead
and over me bright April
shakes out her
rain drenched hair,
Though you should
lean above me
broken-hearted
I shall not care.
I shall have peace
as leafy trees are peaceful
when the rain bends
down each bough,
And I shall be
more silent
and cold-hearted
than you are to me now.
WOMAN
By Elinor Wylie
I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
The little nourishment I get.
THE BUSY BEE
By Lewis Carroll
How does the little busy bee
improve each shining hour,
and gather honey all the day
from every opening flower!
THE CROCODILE
By Lewis Carroll
How does the little crocodile
improve his shiny tail,
and pour the waters of the Nile
on every shining scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin
how neatly spreads his claws,
and welcomes little creatures in
with gently smiling jaws!
BITS AND BYTES
By Pat Murphy
An opera buff programmer named Mario
Played megabyte CDs on his stereo;
He wanted arias from The Met
But the most he could get
Were magnetic blips in binario!
REVELATION 101
By Pat Murphy
We�re cranky when the code is bad
When graphics don�t appear,
We�re cranky when the gif won�t show
Or the animates act queer.
We get the urge to chuck it all
And put it on the shelves,
But then we know without a doubt
The one to blame�s ourselves.
No matter how we fuss and fume
Our computer can�t dispel it,
It can only do one simple thing
Exactly what we tell it.
PROWLING AROUND
by Pat Murphy
Prowling around in cyberspace
One does a bit of browsing,
Some things we find are commonplace
While some are quite arousing.
Let's give each site an even chance
Each has a tale to tell,
For what seems so-so at first glance
May turn out simply swell.
HEY! MACHO MAN!
By Pat Murphy
Girls are just as good as boys
In almost every test,
They�re not too far behind you�ll find
As we calibrate the rest.
So forget the macho mood you�re in
And its chauvinistic sequel,
Accept the girl for what she is
She is every bit your equal!
MY DADDY
By A. Nonny Muss
When Daddy signs his name
He always writes M. D.
That�s so people all will know
That he belongs to me.
For M. D. means My Daddy
Or something just the same,
And that is why he always puts
Those letters in his name.
Some letters in his name are small
But those are not, you see,
He always makes them big like that
Because he�s proud of me.
A FRIEND IS A TREASURE
By A. Nonny Muss
A friend is someone we turn to
When our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone we treasure
For our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
With beauty, joy, and grace
And makes the world we live in
A better and happier place.
MY WAY
By A. Nonny Muss
I wish you joy and happiness
And plenty of it too,
Just because I like your style
And think so much of you.
So please do me one favor
And enjoy life every day,
For you�d always have the best there is
If I could have my way.
TOO MANY ROADS
By A. Nonny Muss
Sometimes it seems like there are too
many roads, and you are not sure that
you will ever find the right one.
But that is only because we all make
our own story, and exploring is how
each new adventure is begun.
BALL AND CHAIN
By A. Nonny Muss
When you wear
the ball and chain around your ankle
And the stony-hearted jailer is your wife,
There�s no virtue in repentance
You have got to serve the sentence
Which is labor hard for life.
You�ve a number
and you bet your wife has got it
Any hope of a reprieve is all in vain,
Matrimony is a crime
for which they�ve got us doing time
When your ankle wears the ball and chain.
YOU CALL EVERYBODY DARLIN�
Song Lyrics
You call everybody darlin�
And everybody calls you darlin� too,
You don�t mean what you�re saying
It�s just a game you�re playing
But you�ll find some one else
Can play the game as well as you.
(And maybe better!)
So you call everybody darlin�
And love won�t come a knocking at your door,
And as the years go by
You�ll sit and wonder why
Nobody calls you darlin� anymore!
DADDY�S LITTLE GIRL
Song Lyric
You are the end of the rainbow
My pot of gold.
You�re Daddy�s little girl
To have and to hold.
A precious gem is what you are.
You�re Daddy�s bright and shining star.
You are the spirit of Christmas
The star on the tree
You�re the easter bunny for Mommy and me.
You�re sugar and spice.
You�re everything nice.
And you�re Daddy�s little girl.
I�VE TOLD EVERY LITTLE STAR
Song Lyric
I�ve told every little star
Just how wonderful I think you are.
Why haven�t I told you?
I�ve told ripples in a brook
Made my heart an open book.
Why haven�t I told you?
Friends ask me am I in love?
I always answer yes.
Might as well confess
If I don�t they guess.
Maybe you may know it too
And my darling if you do
Why haven�t you told me?
FRIENDSHIP
By AMG
The thoughts that you find written here
Are sent for friendship�s sake,
Tucked in each thought, the warmest wish
That anyone could make.
Whenever it�s a special day
And even when it�s not,
You�re someone I appreciate
And think about a lot.
I appreciate each nice thing
You take the time to do,
I think about the way we met
And how our friendship grew.
And as I send these thoughts
All my warm heart can extend,
I add one final line to say
I�m glad that you�re my friend.
WHEN I DON�T FEEL LIKE FEELING
By Ashley BMA
When I don�t feel like feeling
Or trying at all,
When life looks too hard
And the road seems too long.
When I�m broken in a hundred pieces
And can�t face one more mile
You pick me up
Put me back together
And make me smile.
PERHAPS LOVE
By John Denver
Perhaps love is like a resting place,
A shelter from the storm.
It exists to give you comfort.
It is there to keep you warm.
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home.
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door.
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more.
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.
Oh, love to some is like a cloud,
To some as strong as steel,
For some a way of living,
For some a way to feel.
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go.
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know.
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of change,
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains.
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you.
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the breadth and depth and height
My soul can reach, when reaching out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day�s most quiet need
by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely as men strive for right.
I love thee purely as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs and with my childhood faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears of all my life!
And if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death.
I have a friend called Chewy
She's a cyber cafe hostess,
You can bet she sets the standard
For the hostess with the mostest!
She greets you with her winning smile
That lightens up the place,
The exact same way that every day
She brightens cyberspace!
Somehow remembering good friends
And embracing them with your heart
Is like the warmth of a home fireside
And the loveliness of a rose garden.
All the vexations and irritations of a busy day
Are softened by the remembrance
Of times spent together with you.
May those who love us
Continue to love us.
And those who do not love us
May the force turn their hearts.
If the force cannot turn their hearts
May the force turn their ankles
So we may know them by their limping.
Wireless
Over the ocean and far away
We have our special friends,
Who come from different cultures
But there�s where the difference ends.
We see and taste and feel the same
We hurt when we are bruised,
We laugh and cry and twitterpate
We get angry and amused.
We share one common goal in life
That no one wants to lose,
When things come up that we oppose
We want our right to choose.
The forces of good and of evil
Keep pulling at our strings,
They tease us in opposing ways
To indulge in different things.
Let�s hope the force of good prevails
And all of us comply,
To form a world of love and peace
With friends like you and I.
While surfing out in cyberspace
I spotted something slick,
It passed me in a flash of light
It was moving by that quick.
I haven�t seen that something since
But I bet you I�d be right,
Should I assume a surfing probe
Reaching out from site to site!
I like day kisses, night kisses
Hard kisses, light kisses,
Slow kisses, fast kisses
First kisses, last kisses.
Low kisses, high kisses
Bold kisses, shy kisses,
Spring kisses, fall kisses
Any kisses, all kisses.
More kisses, more kisses
As long as they are your kisses.
Enjoy yourself! It�s later than you think!
Enjoy yourself! While you�re still in the pink!
Your time goes by as quickly as a wink.
Enjoy yourself! Enjoy yourself!
It�s later than you think!
Julie plays the tuba
Like a pro in any band,
The best in all Mooroopna
Let�s give the girl a hand!
She also knows piano
A fact I gladly state,
You can tell that what I say is true
When she strokes the eighty-eight!
So send up a cheer for Julie
Let�s tell her face to face,
She brightens up the atmosphere
Out here in cyberspace.
The Bluebird Of Happiness
by Sandor Harmati
The beggar man and the mighty king
Are only different in name
For they are treated just the same by Fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear
We�re never sure what�s in store
So learn your lesson before it is too late.
So be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there�s a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you�re deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so, remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there�s a bluebird of happiness.
The poet with his pen
The peasant with his plow
It makes no difference who you are
It�s all the same somehow.
The king upon his throne
The jester at his feet
The artist, the actress
The man on the street.
It�s a life of smiles
And a life of tears
It�s a life of hope
And a life of fears.
It�s a blinding torrent of rain
And a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing thing
And bubbling, sparkling fun.
And no matter what you have
Don�t envy those you meet,
It�s all the same, it�s in the game
The bitter and the sweet.
And if things don�t look so cheerful
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness
There�s a little bit of light.
For every bit of hatred
There�s a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning
There�s a midnight moon above.
So don�t you forget
You must search
Till you find the bluebird.
You will find peace
And contentment forever
If you will . . .
Be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there�s a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you�re deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there�s a bluebird of happiness.
The Foggy, Foggy Dew
When I was a bachelor
I lived all alone,
I worked at the weaver's trade.
And the only, only thing
I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
Part of the summer too,
And the only, only thing
I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night she knelt close by my bed
While I was fast asleep,
She put her arms around my neck
And then began to weep.
She wept ~tsk~ tsk~ she cried,
She pulled her hair
Ah me, what could I do.
So all night long
I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
Again I am a bachelor
I live with my son
We work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time
I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer too.
And the only, only thing
I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.