Humbug was severed in her head
I tried to think of what she said
But cleaving permafrost dispute
Kept anchored her by bad repute.

(c) lostlyrics ... ~*~

Andromedical: are you okay ?
you are not blaming me for abuse of semantics by pharmacy industry right ? ~*~ .

wär's nicht wider die natur mein stern ich folgte deiner spur ...
(c) lostlyrics equipoise for sue anne ... ~*~

accumulated in decades. Gals !
At a time you got to decide what to spoil - your carpet or
your life, so choose wisely between a dog and a husband ... . ~*~ ...

is an illustrated archive on censorship which you can browse, as well as add cases to. ... ~*~ .

JamesHird: there's no personal indicator.
probably a feature to be requested on a different board
together with the due monitoring of moderator actions. ~*~

JamesHird: does it work well ? ... . ~*~ .

Usurper: last but not least awaken the beast ... . well well well ... ~*~

bumble: whut ??
not even a melting pot ? ... ~*~ .

Usurper: ahhhh
I see my spring call found fertile grounds ... ... ~*~ .

bumble:. . just a little copa cabana ... ... ~*~

'

'

Warm breeze like a ribbon blue
Buds longing out for morning dew
Lake a mirror, meadows fair
Wake up, spring is in the air ... ~*~ .

'

'
you killer clown
the house is yet down
your nose just brown

i smell the rat
the creep being wet
for rampage my pet
can't point up your set.

~*~

Bruno Jesus: . . I’m With the Slam (by Carl Hanni)
A competition that pits poem against poem, poet against poet ... ... ~*~ .

'

'

Waiting for a morning
That never seems to get here
Searching for a spring
from winter's wicked sting
Anticipate a heaven
that never seems to get clear
The world awaits away-
the world awaits Someday

The aeroplanes are playing
Tic- tac- toe in skies
While the telephone poles
Are singing out their souls
Holding hands, up high,
To transmit intermittently-
if they can, so urgently,
Then so can we, so can we

A sift of sprinkles in the dark-
There powdered light sprinkles in
if we can't dance by day,
in the splashing stars we'll play
'til heaven wipes her face of sleep
and shows her sunny grin,
we'll await a way-

We'll await Someday
We await today

Mindy: nice rhythm and an appealing vibration ... ... ... ~*~

*

*
I know you're magical,
Honest, maybe rastered (sometimes)
Let the whole of Babylon uprise to sample
Drifting past with their master
And his unknown plan (but)
If you know it's out there
(And for you)
Have the nerve to take it home.

~*~ Daniel 11.01.2005

*

*
Help Dethrone The Dubya
The Worst President In A Long, Long Time
Who Should Have Concentrated On Osama
Who Has Left Afghanistan In Chaos
Who Led Us Into Iraq Under False Pretences
Who Bungled That Very Same War And
Turned Iraq Into A New Terrorist Base
Lost 1,000 Americans, 20,000+ Iraqis
Blew $200 Billion And Counting
Turned The Entire Muslim World Against Us
And Is Now Losing The War On Terror
With Unilateral, Reckless, Dumb Strategies
Plus Created A Shameful Prison Scandal
Who Has Absolutely Nothing To Be Proud Of
Yet Still Exploits 9/11 For Votes

Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Abandoned American Foreign Policy
Made America Hated The World Over
Made The World A More Dangerous Place
And Been Taken To Task In Various Books
By Former Republican Administration Members
Yet Does Anybody Still Read Books?
Whose Team Stole The Election In 2000
And Undermined The Democratic Process
Yet Does Anybody Still Pay Attention ?

Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Undone Thirty Years Of Environmental Progress
And Put On A Green Face While He's Doing It
Who Has Run Up The Biggest Deficit In U.S. History
And Put The Economy And Social Security In Jeopardy
A Cowboy Who Shoots Bullets Of Double-Speak
A Coward Who Manipulates With Misinformation
An Opportunist Who Has Turned Science
Into Politics ... And Politics Into A Science

Help Dethrone The Dubya, Who Has
Done Everything For Halliburton and Big Energy
Done Everything For Big Business In America
And Done Nothing For The Average American
Who Is Leading Us To Ruin In So Many Ways

America, Turn Off The Talk Radio And Read A Book
America, Turn Off The TV And Read A Newspaper
America, Wake Up Before The Mess Gets Bigger

** J.C. McGowan

silenzio for a poem please ! ... BOOOOHOOO ... huh who was that ? :D ... ~*~

Dies ist mein, und es ist nur durch Dich.
Nicht die Stirne mehr am Fenster kühlen,
D'ran ein Nebel schwer vorüber strich ...
♪ City ~*~

*

*

Lord God, our power evermore,
Whose arm doth reach the ocean floor,
Dive with our men beneath the sea;
Traverse the depths protectively.
O hear us when we pray, and keep
Them safe from peril in the deep.

Submariner's verse for the Navy Hymn

about how angelo branduardi translated and wished to publish ... ~*~

*

*
quando andrai a scarborough fair
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
tu porta il segno del mio rimpianto
alla donna che allora io amavo

vorrei in dono una camicia di lino
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
tu dille che non voglio ricami
ma che sappia che ancora io l'amo

per me basta un acro di terra
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
quella casa tra il mare e le dune
e la donna che allora io amavo

tornerò a coltivare i miei campi
salvia, menta, prezzemolo e timo
e distese di erica in fiore
perchè sappia che ancora io l'amo

indeed have a certain poetry also. ~*~

good to see ... :") ... ~*~

She was a child of the stars, she was full of charm
Sometimes laughing on my knees, sometimes crying in my arm.
She called loud out, my name - pulled me on my hair
Her gaze sometimes silly with her eyes so fair.

She was a child of the stars, she was straight and frank
and the world she had to shoulder seemed of burden blank
Now for her there's no direction, she's fed up by crank
About the train of no return remained the song she sang

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

She was a child of the stars, was raised in perfect guide
What's being wrong, what's being good, her sense had realized
Now she's just mute and omniscient, and left it far behind
that some are barking with the masses, some dare no bark of any kind

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

Now she's lieing on my knees like on a far, far ray
as if she'd try to spot the distance to a hide-away
She was a child of the stars, no problem could appear
I'll never understand, what really happened here ...

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

*** Anne Haigis - transposed to english 08.11.2003 by Daniel ~*~

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, sie war voller Charme,
lachte auf meinen Knien, weinte in meinem Arm.
Sie rief laut meinen Namen, zog mir an den Haaren,
ihre Blicke waren albern, ihre Blicke waren warm.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, geradeaus und frei,
und die Welt auf ihren Schultern war kinderleicht.
Jetzt kennt sie keine Richtung und hat schon genug
und spielt mit ihrem Fahrschein für den letzten Zug.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne und wuchs prächtig auf,
was gut oder schlecht war, fühlte sie genau.
Jetzt schweigt sie allwissend, hat für sich abgeklärt,
die einen kläffen mit der Meute, die anderen gar nicht mehr.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie liegt auf meinen Knien und ist weit, weit weg,
so als sucht sie in der Ferne irgendein Versteck.
Sie war ein Kind der Sterne ohne ein Problem.
Was ist passiert ? Ich werd' es nie verstehen.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie war ein Kind der Sterne,
- war ein Kind der Sterne -
war ein Kind der Sterne
und findet nicht mehr heim.

*** Anne Haigis
.

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas
still walking in their shades:

Lenny Bruce, declares a truce
and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin',
head buried in the sand.

Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.

Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food
and the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde.

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade,
he know in a scent, you can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
smiling at the majorettes
smoking Winston Cigarettes.

And as the song and dance begins,
the children play at home with needles;
needles and pins.

*** Genesis

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why ?"

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

"Tell me how hungry are you ? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

** Suzanne Vega

Hi Sigrid :)
you might know it still from our club -
about msg 800-900 - before I visited her 2001 ~*~

to get to the archive click here ... ~*~ :)

Johnny Walker - always browned by sun
Johnny Walker - I shall let you run
Johnny Walker - come and take my hand
Johnny - you are my only friend ...

Johnny Walker - there you are again
Johnny Walker - I do enjoy your chain
Johnny Walker - come flow into my glass
Johnny - you are my favorite mass ...

I tried, seems cannot live without you though
- Why anyway ? I'm daily used to bow
Nobody else does listen like you do,
You'd never laugh at me or, at my view ...

Johnny Walker - I don't believe that crap
Johnny Walker - you'd wear the devil's tab
Johnny Walker - go merely roast me grind
Johnny - I'm king after the next pint ...

transposed by Daniel
from german songlyrics of
Marius Mueller Westernhagen ... ~*~

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
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
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll 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 can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

*Leonard Cohen

YAY ! :D

such poetry of math must be at the right board here ... :)

happy birthday, Granny !!
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Amore e 'l cor gentil"

Dante Alighieri
(1265-1321)
Tuscan Dialect


Amore e 'l cor gentil sono una cosa,
sě come il saggio in suo dittare pone,
e cosě esser l'un sanza l'altro osa
com'alma razional sanza ragione.

Falli natura quand'č amorosa,
Amor per sire e 'l cor per sua magione,
dentro la qual dormendo si riposa
tal volta poca e tal lunga stagione.

Bieltate appare in saggia donna pui,
che piace a li occhi sě, che dentro al core
nasce un disio de la cosa piacente;

e tanto dura talora in costui,
che fa svegliar lo spirito d'Amore.
E simil face in donna omo valente.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ '._ --'--;{@ _.-' ~~~~~~~~~~ ~*~

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Translation:

"Love and the gentle heart"

Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
as the wise one sets forth in his poem,
and one can be without the other only
as much as the rational soul without reason.

Nature creates them both when it is turned toward love,
love as the lord, the heart as his mansion
wherein he abides and sleeps
sometimes a short while, sometimes long.

Then beauty comes forth in a lady who is wise,
so pleasing to the eyes that in the heart
a desire in born for that beautiful thing;

and lasts so long, sometimes, in the heart,
it makes the spirit of Love awaken.
In woman's heart a man of worth brings forth the same awakening.
_

And the preste haffys the poppys power in hande,
Betuix thre and sex - whoso wyll understande -
Mekyll baret ande bale shall fall in Brutis lande.

When pryde is most in price, ande wyt is in covatyse,
Lychory is ryffe, and theffis has haldin thar lyff,
Holy Chirche is awlesse, and justicis ar lawlesse,
Bothte knychtis and knawys clede in on clething,
Be the yheris of Cryst, comyn and gone,
Fully nynty ande nyne (nocht one wone):
Then shall sorow be sett ande unsell,
Than shall Dame Fortowne turne hir whell.
Scho sall turne up that ar was doune,
And than sall leawté ber the crowne.

Betweyne the cheyff of the somer and the sad winter,
For the heycht of the heyte happyne sall wer;
And everyche lorde shall austernly werk.
Then shall Nazareth noy well awhile;
And the Lilly so lele wytht lovelyche flouris
For harmes of the hardé heyte sall hillyne his ledis,
Syne speyde hime at sped, and spawne in the wynter.

All the Flowris in the Fyrth sall folow hime one.
Tatcalders sall call on Carioun the noyus,
And than sall worthe up Wallys and wrethe othir landis,

And erth on tyll Albany, if thai may wyne.
Herme wnto alienys, anever thai sall wakyne!
The Bruttis blude sall thame wakyne and bryttne wyth brandis of stell:

Ther sall no bastarde blode abyde in that lande.
Then Albanattus the kene, kynde kynge offe erthe,
Unto the Libert shall leng - leve yhe non othir.

The Lyone, leder of bestis,
Shall lowte to the Libert and long hume wytht,
And shall stere hume at stryff be stremis of Humber.

The stopsonys of the Lyonne, steryt up at ones,
The Leoperde sall thame stryke doune, and stroy thame for ever.
He sall thame kenly kersse, as Cryst has hume bydyne,
And thus He sall thame doune dryff, ewyne to the ende.
For thai luf nocht the Lylly nor the Libert lelle,
And thai halde to the hardé, happyn as it may,
Ay to the tayle of somyr tyne hir lappis.
Wytht that sall a Libert be louse, when thai lest weyne.
Ane Egle of the est, ande ane aventruse byrde,
Shall fande flowrys to fange in that fyrste sesoun;
Sterte to the stopsonys, stryke thame doune to-gether,
To bynde bandis unbrokyne that salbe furthe broucht.
He sall hime garlandis gete of the gay flowrys
At in that sesoune spredis so fayre.
And all sall fawle the foulke that the freke strykis;
A sely northyrune flaw sall fadyne for ever.

Herafter on othir syde sorow sall ryse,
The Barge of Bar-Jona bowne to the sonkyne,
Secularis sall set thame in spiritual clothis
And occupy thar offices, ennoyntyd as thai war.
Thar tonsurys tak wytht turnamentis inowe,
And trow tytyll of trouth that the strenth haldis.
That salbe tene for to tell the tende of thar sorow
That sall ourdryff the date doune to the boke.
This most betyde in the time - throw yhe forsuthe -
Qwhen A B C may sett hume to wryte.
Anon efter M1, evene to rewlle,
Tre CCC in a sute semblyt to-gether,
Ande syne, efter ane l, as the lyne askis,
Tris X ande ane R enterly folowande:
This is the dolorouse date - understande yhe the glose -
Wheroff whyll Merlyne melys in his bokis.

Busk ye wyell, Berwyk, be blyth of this wordis,
That Sant Bede fande in his buk of the byg bergh.
The trew towne upon Twede wytht towrys fayre!
Thow sall releve to thi keng, that is the kende eyr.
Ande othir burghys abowte, wytht thar brade wall,
Sall wytht the Lyoune be leffe ande longe for-ever.
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also known as The Second Scottish Prophecy

Willow tree wooden, were you once a woman
Crying forlorn on the bank of a stream
For some tragic loss of a friend or lover
Hoping that time will somehow intervene

Is all that you need just someone to believe
Stand under your boughs and reach out a hand
The truth of the hand that touches your leaves
Release you and end your perpetual stand

Willow tree wooden, I've watched and waited
I've been lit both by moonbeam and sun of the day
Biding my time here, just sitting and thinking
How many years before you fade away ?

Roger Chapman 1970

that's a good bridge ... 0:) ... ~*~

thanks ... some people know why I should have put that ... :D ... ~*~

Weaver's Answer

Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by,
Shown on your tapestry.

Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could have fit within this room
Does it of my youth show, tears of yesterday?
Broken hearts, within a heart, as love first came my way.

Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand.
Did your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white
As long as we embrace as one upon our wedding night.

Did you capture all the joys the birth of our first son?
The happiness of family made a brother for the one.
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
is it there in detail? Is it their to view?
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed?
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led.

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon thou woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain.
Does it show, does it swipe, grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took my sight from me.

Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe
Does it by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry.
Wait there in the distance, over your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me?
After days of wondering I see the reason why.
You kept it to this minute, for I'm about to die.

Weaver of life,
At last now I can see
The patterns of my life gone by, shown on your tapestry.

what is falling down like snow from high above
brightening night as if someone would laugh
faces passing - pictures moving me
years like days I do see

I don't know is it dream or fantasy
you girl there under an almond-tree
the magic woods in blooming pride
what keeps me up all night

stardust falls
into my heart
stardust falls
into my heart

words whirling up like autumn-leaves
voices call, odd but like from relatives
what does the boy do in the thorny wall
what will he give you after all

do you call me, am I meant to be called
you better cry as child, before you're old
is this your book please show it to me
winds balancing all the sea

stardust falls
into my heart
stardust falls
into my heart

I see the blue flower
embedded in green grass
is time asleep
I merely let it pass
dreaming of you so my sight gets deep.

what is it, all night telling me
that I have yearned so long for thee
perhaps I missed you when I hurried by
is one still asking why

who are you boy fallen from high above
is your objective changed for what to love
you merely lure me into firebowls
there's green rising from thorny walls ...

Stardust - transposed by Daniel VIII 2003

was ist es, das wie Schnee vom Himmel fällt
dies Lachen, das mir meine Nacht erhellt
Gesichter kommen, Bilder, die ich mag
Jahre seh ich wie ein Tag

ich weiß nicht, ist es Lüge oder Traum
das Mädchen dort, unterm Mandelbaum
im Zauberwald mit seiner Blütenpracht
was hält mich wach, die ganze Nacht

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

Worte falln mir ein wie buntes Blätterlaub
Stimmen hör ich, fremd und doch vetraut
was macht der Junge in der Dornenwand
was hält er für mich in der Hand

rufst du mich, hast du mich gemeint
ich habe viel zu wenig kindgeweint
ist das dein Buch, komm zeig es her
gleichgestellt sind Wind und Meer

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

ich seh die blaue Blume
sie blüht im grünen Gras
Zeit wird einerlei
ich denk mir nichts dabei
ich träume von dir und ich sehe was

was ist es, das mir heute Nacht erzählt
du hättest mir so lange schon gefehlt
hab ich dich in der Eile übersehn
was gibt es zu verstehn

wer bist du, Junge, der von Himmel fiel
was willst du, warum änderst du mein Ziel
lockst du mich in das Feuerland
Grün sprießt aus der Dornenwand

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

* lyrics by Klaus Hoffmann

ahhh so viele Leute ... 0:)

und so viele Sprachen ... multilingual - I think it's good we dare ... ;) ~*~

don't nail me to that yet but well enough that I've always understood ... ;)
good to encounter the appealing air from this dine of natural hospitality ... :) ~*~

))) ))) Moloko (((

Where is the what if the what is in why ?

What is a god of phoney creation,
Where am I going with no destination,
What if the fish came from the sea,
What if my lover made me feel free,
What if my intake caused revelation,
What if the point was reincarnation,
What if my shoes don't match my jacket,
If it's not working why don't you smack it,
What if your mamma said you were fat,
If you are lost find where your at,
What is a number without any time,
You can't get higher with nothing to climb,
Why have a body if you ain't got a mind,
What is a searcher with nothing to find,
Why is the traffic refusing to stop,
Why climb the ladder if you can't reach the top,
Where is the what if the what is in why,
Where is the what if the what is in why
Where is the what if the what is in why,
What do you dream of when you sleep at night,
Wee how the blind man fills up with light,
What is a bird with nowhere to fly,
How can you leave and not say goodbye,
What is a hunter with nothing to find,
What is the goodness without the unkind,
When did the outfit fall out of fashion,
When did the lover run out of passion,
My reincarnation time a phoney creation rhyme,
With no destination mine my information's fine,
Why did the voice say don't step on the floor,
Why did the sign say so float through the door,
What is a god of phoney creation,
Where am I going with no destination,
What if the fish came from the sea,
What if my lover made me feel free,
What if my intake caused revelation,
What if the point was reincarnation,
What if my shoes don't match my jacket,
If it's not working why don't you smack it,
What if your mamma said you were fat,
If you are lost find where you're at,
Where is the what if the what is in why,
Where is the what if the what is in why,
Where is the what if the what is in why,
How did the loser get to be rich,
What is a salesman with nothing to pitch,
When did the fool get to be king,
Why did you leave when they asked you to sing,
Why loose belief if you got a dream,
What is a train that ran out of steam,
what is a spy with no-one to spy,
On who do you sleep with nothing to lie on,
What if the fruit don't fall from the tree,
What if these questions just won't let you be,
Why waste your time looking for proof,
What if the answer is never the truth.
'

I don't understand poetry altogether ... 0:) ... ~*~

thank you - but sorry again, without incompatible me ...

I would accept only female judges myself anyway ... ~*~

grrrrrrrr ... :P ... ~*~

PS:
and nobody remind me now of the minnesingers please :)

poetry and competition are mutual exclusive in my view ... ~*~

Nel giardinio dei salici

Nel giardino dei salici ho incontrato il Mio amore;
Ià lei camminava con piccoli piedi bianchi di neve.
Là lei mi pregava che prendessi l'amore come viene,
cosě come le foglie crescono sugli alberi.
Cosě glovane ero, io non le diedi ascolto;
cosě sciocco ero, io non le diedi ascolto.

Fu Ià presso il fiume che con il mio amore mi fermai,
e sulle mie spalle lei posň la sua mano di neve.
Là lei mi pregava che prendessi la vita cosě come viene,
cosě come l'erba cresce sugli argini del fiume;
ero giovane e sciocco ed ora non ho che lacrime.

Transposed from german, by Daniel for D.J., II 2003
inspired by the original lyrics of a Klaus Hoffmann song
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When I sing
There's a mantra in me
When I sing
I'm singing with thee
When I sing, oh when I sing
Your vibes seem so close to me

When I sing
No fears are in me
When I sing
A moment gets free
When I sing - oh when I sing
I'm as close as I cAn be, to thee

When I sing
It's slinging everything out
That might have been killed,
Been injured, been bent,
Not allowed or, just tilt
When I sing, oh when I sing
I'm as close as I cAn be, to thee.

When I sing
No suppression surrounds me like mist
When I sing
Voice and lyrics seem to turn to a fist.
When I sing oh when I sing
I'm as close as I cAn be, to thee ...

When I sing
It's vibes from my head,
From my cock and, my heart
When I sing
Hope bests sorrow,
And all pain falls apart
When I sing oh when I sing
I'm as close as I cAn be, to thee ...

When I sing
I still dont't know why I sing
But I sing
To be close to myself, too
When I sing oh when I sing
Perhaps it's just singing you ...

~*~