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Driftin' 4. Waitin' For You. Janis 2. Donovan's Reef 3. Heartaches By The Number 4. Ring Of Fire 5. Tennessee Stud 6. Rockin' Round The World 7. Flyin' High 8. Seen A Rocket 9. Waiting 2. Evil Ways 3. Just Don't Care 4. Savor 5. Jingo 6. Persuasion 7. Soul Sacrifice 8. How Have You Been 2. Rainbows All Over Your Blues 3. I Had A Dream 4. Darlin' Be Home Soon 5. Younger Generation. Spanish Fly 2.
She's Gone 3. Too Much Thinking 4. Believe In You 5. Invocation 2. The Letter 3. Gather 'Round 4. This Moment 5.
Come With Me 6. I'm Her Man 2. Going Up the Country 3. Rollin' Blues 5. Woodstock Boogie 6. On the Road Again. Blood Of The Sun 2. Stormy Monday 3. Theme From An Imaginary Western 4. Long Red 5. Beside The Sea 7. Waiting To Take You Away 8. Dreams Of Milk And Honey 9. Southbound Train.
Stephen 2. Mama Tried 3. Dark Star 4. High Time 5. Turn On Your Lovelight. Sebastian Canned Heat Mountain. Born On The Bayou 2. Green River 3. Bootleg 5. Commotion 6. Bad Moon Rising 7. Proud Mary 8. Keep On Chooglin' Suzy Q. Raise Your Hand 2. To Love Somebody 4. Summertime 5. Kosmic Blues 7. I Can't Turn You Loose 8. Work Me Lord 9. Piece Of My Heart Ball and Chain. M'Lady 2. Sing A Simple Song 3.
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Love City 6. Heaven And Hell 2. I Can't Explain 3. It's A Boy 4. Amazing Journey 6. Sparks 7. Eyesight To The Blind 8. Christmas 9. Acid Queen Do You Think It's Alright? Fiddle About There's A Doctor I've Found Go To The Mirror Boy Smash The Mirror I'm Free Tommy's Holiday Camp We're Not Gonna Take It Summertime Blues Shakin' All Over My Generation. The Other Side of This Life 2.
Somebody to Love 3. Eskimo Blue Day 6. Plastic Fantastic Lover 7. Wooden Ships 8. Uncle Sam Blues 9. Volunteers Come Back Baby White Rabbit The House at Pooneil Corners. Rockhouse 2. Dear Landlord 4. Something's Coming On 5. Feelin' Alright 7. Just Like A Woman 8. Let's Go Get Stoned 9. I Don't Need No Doctor I Shall Be Released Hitchcock Railway Something To Say Rock And Soul Music 2. Love 3. Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine 4. Sing Sing Sing 5. Summer Dresses 6. Friend, Lover, Woman, Wife 7. Silver And Gold 8. Maria 9.
The Love Machine Crystal Blues Rock And Soul Music Reprise Spoonful 2. Good Morning Little Schoolgirl 3. Hobbit 4. Help Me 6. I'm Going Home. Chest Fever 2. Don't Do It 3. Tears Of Rage 4. We Can Talk 5. Long Black Veil 6. Don't Ya Tell Henry 7. Ain't No More Cane 8. This Wheels On Fire 9. The Weight Mama, Talk To Your Daughter 2. Leland Mississippi Blues 3. Mean Town Blues 5.
Tobacco Road with Edgar Winter 8. Tell The Truth with Edgar Winter 9. Johnny B. More And More 2. Just One Smile 3. Somethin' Comin' On 4. Spinning Wheel 6. Sometimes In Winter 7. Smiling Phases 8. God Bless The Child 9. And When I Die Set One - Acoustic 1. Suite: Judy Blue Eyes 2. Blackbird 3. Helplessly Hoping 4. Guinnevere 5. Marrakesh Express 6. Mr Soul 8. I'm Wonderin' 9. You Don't Have To Cry Pre-road Downs Long Time Gone Bluebird Revisited Sea Of Madness Find The Cost Of Freedom Born Under A Bad Sign 2. Julius T. Csotonyi Harbour Publishing.
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Payne PhD. Reed Heart By Design. Seligman Potomac Books. Newman Yale University Press. Taylor Johns Hopkins University Press. Sun Bear yesterday at the Oakland zoo I was walking alone for a moment past the enclosure holding the sun bear also known as beruang madu it looked at me without interest it has powerful jaws and truly loves honey it sleeps in a high hammock its claws look made out of wood and if it dreams at all it is of Malaysia Matthew Zapruder b.
That bitter hiding. My daughter picks up new habits from friends. Layli Long Soldier. Hoa Nguyen b. Light Shining out of Darkness God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. William Cowper Blackberrying Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it, heaving.
Blackberries Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Ebon in the hedges, fat With blue-red juices. These they squander on my Sylvia Plath — Up-Hill Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? Christina Rossetti Trillium the animal in me is constant. Gwen Benaway Echolalia Once one gets what one wants one no longer wants it.
One no longer wants what? One no longer wants what one wanted. Ian Williams b. Liz Howard b.
There are secret passwords you Joy Kogawa b. Stuart Ross b. Now, speak! Gregory Scofield b. Common Magic Your best friend falls in love and her brain turns to water. You stop for lunch in a Bronwen Wallace Matthew Rohrer b. Jordan Abel b. Kateri Akiwenzie-Damm b. Oh, Hope! How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!
For me wilt thou renew the withered rose, And clear my painful path of pointed thorn? Ah come, sweet nymph! Charlotte Smith Pierre Nepveu b. The Cremation of Sam McGee There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, Robert W. Service And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings Alfred, Lord Tennyson William Shakespeare Wayne Keon b. We laugh. Everyone is half-naked in I-See-U.
Behind a grey curtain, a thump and quiet invoke Code Blue. We uncover your bottom line, the Left Main of a black-and-white heart, hand-drawn Madhur Anand b. But to look up from the leaves, remember, is a choice also, as if up from the shame of it Carl Phillips b. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot Robert Frost The pools low lying, dank with moss and mould, Glint through their mildews like large cups of gold.
Among the wild rice in the still lagoon, In monotone the lizard shrills his tune. The wild goose, Pauline Johnson Their numbers as he watched, Beat on the dusty shore and were obscured. Hart Crane K was supposed to come with the key, I was K was supposed to come with the key, I was to wait outside the gate. I arrived on time, the time we had agreed on and waited, as agreed, outside the gate. I waited a long time, waited and waited, waited a very long time. I stood next to the security guard from Securitas, who also stood outside the gate.
I waited, the security guard Ulrikka Gernes b. The Poet Out of the deep and the dark, A sparkling mystery, a shape, Something perfect, Comes like the stir of the day: One whose breath is an odor, Whose eyes show the road to stars, The breeze in his face, The glory of heaven on his back. He steps like a vision hung in air, Diffusing the passion of eternity; Yone Noguchi The Tree Fair tree!
When thou to birds dost shelter give, Thou music dost from them receive; If travellers beneath thee stay Till storms have worn themselves away, That time in praising thee they spend Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea A Stone Diary At the beginning I noticed the huge stones on my path I knew instinctively why they were there breathing as naturally as animals I moved Pat Lowther Not Waving But Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking Stevie Smith John Keats When I was a little girl At Shubenacadie school.
You snatched it away: I speak like you I think like you I create like you The scrambled ballad, about my word. Two ways I talk Both ways I say, Your way is more powerful. Rita Joe — Channel Firing That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright. While drearisome Arose the howl of wakened hounds: The mouse let fall the altar-crumb, The worms drew back into the mounds, The Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands.
All Greece reviles The Fish wade through black jade. Marianne Moore Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. Under the Answering Sky I can manage being alone, can pace out convivial hope across my managing ground.
Someone might call, later. I would catch, not my echo, but their guarantee that this Denise Riley b. Ralph Waldo Emerson Here I am, a labyrinth, and I am a mess. I am located at the corner of Waterway and Bluff. I need your help. You will find me to the left of the graveyard, where the Wright Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares Sir Walter Raleigh These Poems, She Said These poems, these poems, these poems, she said, are poems with no love in them.
These are the poems Robert Bringhurst b. I wanna live, son. But which son are you? What still Canisia Lubrin b. John Donne Charles Lamb Nicole Brossard b. Salmon Courage Here at Woodlands, Moriah, these thirty-five years later, still I could smell her fear. Then, the huddled hills would not have calmed her, now as they do me. Then, the view did not snatch the panting breath, now, as it does these thirty-five years later, to the day, I relive the journey of my salmon mother.
NourbeSe Philip b. Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head William Ernest Henley I think I should have loved you presently I think I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted honest eyes for you to see, And caught your hand against my cheek and breast; And all my pretty follies flung aside That won you to me, and beneath your gaze, Naked of reticence and shorn of pride, Spread like a chart my little Edna St.
Vincent Millay Cowboy Story The books sit on the shelf, a row of coma patients in a ward, a series of selves no longer able to learn and trapped at the point of injury: the last page. At the donor clinic I offer my arm to the spigot of the needle and think, as I see the bag fill with blood, there goes some of me.
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The other slushes chords. Then they switch. They close my eyes. I close their eyes. A horn Blares its inner air to brass. A girl shakes Her ass. Some dude does the same. Rowan Ricardo Phillips b. A Fixed Idea What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught Remembers on unceasingly; unsought The old delight is with us but to find That all recurring joy is pain refined, Become a habit, and we struggle, caught Amy Lowell On Shakespeare.
Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument John Milton Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air Her breath perfumed the while: And wake for her the gifted line, That wild and witching lay, And swear your heart is as a shrine, That only Letitia Elizabeth Landon El Jones. Not Horses What I adore is not horses, with their modern domestic life span of 25 years.
Natalie Shapero b. The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dionne Brand b.
Ode on Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, Alexander Pope Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Sara Teasdale Invitation to Love Come when the nights are bright with stars Or when the moon is mellow; Come when the sun his golden bars Drops on the hay-field yellow.
You are sweet, O Love, dear Love, Paul Laurence Dunbar Robert Creeley The New Experience I was ready for a new experience. All the old ones had burned out. They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside And blew in drifts across the fairgrounds and fields. Suzanne Buffam b. Rachel Boast b. Five Postcards from Jericho Dear Regret, my leaning this morning, my leather foot, want of stone, age old, my burnished and bruised, hair lingering, hand caked, spongy as November, my dear Relentless, my dear Aging, Sina Queyras b.
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Empress of Ice Cream. Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Wilfred Owen Of old age too, and in his bed! And could that mighty warrior fall? And so inglorious, after all! And could he be indeed so old Jonathan Swift Walt Whitman Gerard Manley Hopkins Kessler Mr.
For things that are Edgar Lee Masters I say drop a mouse into a Billy Collins b. Or as Robin teaches the gap, from which all things emerge. A left handed compliment. Bats, houses of parliament, giants, stones. What woman, witness to such Thought, does not feel Sharon Thesen b. Favourite place to hide. I didn't breathe. They looked so long I died. Don Paterson b. Heat From plains that reel to southward, dim, The road runs by me white and bare; Up the steep hill it seems to swim Beyond, and melt into the glare. Upward half-way, or it may be Nearer the summit, slowly steals A hay-cart, moving dustily With idly Archibald Lampman Poor Speaker I understand you.
I get it. You want me to understand. Got it. The Lonely Land Cedar and jagged fir uplift sharp barbs against the gray and cloud-piled sky; and in the bay blown spume and windrift and thin, bitter spray Smith Hip-Hop Ghazal Gotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips, decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips. As the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak, inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru hips. Patricia Smith b. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, Andrew Marvell Do you understand, or was your silence intentional?
Northwest of The Seven Ken Babstock b. From Summer Grass The willows are thinking again about thickness, slowness, lizard skin on hot rock, and day by day this imaging transforms them into what we see: dragons in leaf, draped scales alongside the river of harried, spring Roo Borson. Adam Posed Could our first father, at his toilsome plow, Thorns in his path, and labor on his brow, Clothed only in a rude, unpolished skin, Could he a vain fantastic nymph have seen, In all her airs, in all her antic graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child, Money Coin Exhibit, British Museum. Their misshapenness strikes the table in tiny splashes, like still-cooling splatters of silver. Stater and shekel, mina and obol. Athens an owl, Messana a hare, a jar for Terone, Melos a pomegranate. Call it museum money, written Carmine Starnino b. Song for a Silent Treatment. I told her, in plain language, how I felt. It doesn't matter. Allons, feignons David McGimpsey b. Spring When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear, Sighing, I sit, scribbling in ink this pidgin script.
I sing with nihilistic witticism, disciplining signs with trifling gimmicks — impish hijinks which highlight stick sigils. Milton Acorn — Miniver Cheevy Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Edwin Arlington Robinson Susie Asado Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Susie Asado. Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Susie Asado which is a told tray sure.
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