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Friday Poetry Corner - back by popular demand

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    #11
    Spod, didn't have you down as a Maiden fan?
    Yup, and Deep Purple.

    I used to listen to the Friday Rock Show when I was "snobbut a yout"!

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      #12
      Abide with me

      Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
      The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
      When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
      Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

      Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
      Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
      Change and decay in all around I see;
      O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

      Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
      But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
      Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
      Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

      Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
      But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
      Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
      Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

      Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
      And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
      Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
      On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

      I need Thy presence every passing hour.
      What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
      Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
      Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

      I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
      Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
      Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
      I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

      Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
      Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
      Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
      In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
      Hen*ry F. Lyte, 1847.

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        #13
        ChicoLondon you are so boring,
        with your tales of Jesus and God,
        'coz you have us almost snoring,
        Here's advice from Uncle Spod!

        GET A LIFE YOU FREAK!!!!

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          #14
          It was popular when Alf did it.

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            #15
            Human Condition


            God spreads out His hands

            In the rays of the sunlight at daybreak

            To embrace the day and all it holds:

            The good and bad.

            The happy and sad.

            The calm and mad.



            They frolic and mingle with each other

            Walloping in a global tapestry

            That blends evil with divine;

            Balls of souls roaming up and down:

            The streets and alleys.

            The mountains and valleys.

            The homes and galleries.



            Searching for the answer to a question

            They are not sure of its seeking origin.

            In their confusion they blame:

            The night and the day.

            Their parents and the way.

            Their jobs and their pay.



            And finally they stare heavenwards

            And curse God for every single one of:

            The void and the confusion.

            The lusts and its elusion.

            The soul and its defusion.



            That leaves their lives craving for something.

            At night God folds back His arms in disappointment.



            The good realise they are bad

            And the bad realise they are the good ones.



            They wait and see what tomorrow

            Will bring under its weary wings.



            O Osunsan
            2002

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              #16
              I come from Alabama
              With my banjo on my knee
              I'm going to Louisiana,
              My true love for to see

              It rained all night
              The day I left
              The weather it was dry
              The sun so hot,
              I froze to death
              Susanna, don't you cry

              Oh, Susanna,
              Oh don't you cry for me
              For I come from Alabama
              With my banjo on my knee

              I had a dream the other night
              When everything was still
              I thought I saw Susanna
              A-coming down the hill

              The buckwheat cake
              Was in her mouth
              The tear was
              In her eye
              Says I, I'm coming from the south
              Susanna, don't you cry

              Oh, Susanna,
              Oh don't you cry for me
              For I come from Alabama
              With my banjo on my knee

              "Oh Susannah"

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                #17
                Temple of the Dog

                Wooden Jesus where are you from
                Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan
                I didn't know it was the Holy Land
                But I believed from the minute
                The check left my hand, and I pray
                Can I be saved, I spent all my money
                On a future grave
                Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in
                On twenty percent of my future sin
                Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
                Looking for virgin territory
                Coat hanger halos don't come cheap
                From television shepherds with living room
                Sheep, and I pray
                Can I be saved, I spent all my money
                On a future grave
                Wooden Jesus I'll cut you in
                On twenty percent of my future sin

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                  #18
                  Re: Temple of the Dog

                  I don't care if it rains or freezes

                  Long as I got my plastic Jesus

                  Sittin' on the dashboard of my car

                  Comes in colors pink and pleasant

                  Glows in the dark cuz it's iridescent

                  Take it with you when you travel far

                  Get yourself a sweet Madonna

                  Dressed in rhinestones

                  Sitting on a

                  Pedestal of abalone shell

                  Goin' ninety I ain't scary

                  Cuz I got the Virgin Mary

                  Assuring me that I won't go to Hell
                  _________________________________
                  Cool Hand Luke.

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                    #19
                    Seeing as today's corner has a heavy rock theme, something from my adolescence...

                    One day in the life of the lonely
                    Another day on the round about
                    What do they need
                    Somebody to love

                    One night in the life of the lonely
                    There's a miracle on the screen
                    What did they see
                    Somebody to love

                    He guarantees you instant glory
                    Get your money on the line

                    Gotta send me a plastic Jesus
                    There's a check in the mail today
                    That's what I need
                    Somebody to love

                    We just won't eat on Sunday
                    Gotta buy him a limousine
                    Somewhere to live
                    Somewhere to pray

                    Every penny from the people
                    Keeps the wolf outside the door
                    Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
                    But he'll give you more, yeah

                    Holy father, holy ghost
                    Who's the one who pays the most
                    Rock the cradle don't you cry
                    Buy another lullaby

                    Jack is nimble, Jack is quick
                    Pick your pocket, turn a trick
                    Slow and steady, he's got time
                    To commit another TV crime
                    TV crime

                    One day in the life of the lonely
                    Back again on the round about
                    What do they need
                    Somebody to love

                    Yeah

                    One night in the life of the lonely
                    Another miracle on the screen
                    What did they see
                    Somebody to love again

                    A supermarket of salvation
                    Take a look inside the store
                    Shop around and find forgiveness for yourself
                    But he gives more

                    Holy father, holy ghost
                    Who's the one who hurts you most
                    Rock the cradle when you cry
                    Scream another lullaby

                    Jack be nimble, Jack be slick
                    Take the money, get out quick
                    Slow and steady, so much time
                    To commit another
                    TV Crime, TV Crime

                    -Black Sabbath, 'TV Crime'.

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                      #20
                      'At the Meuzzin's call for prayer
                      The kneeling faithful thronged the square;
                      Amid a monastery's weeds,
                      An old Franciscan told his beads,
                      While on Pushkara's lofty height
                      A dark priest chanted Brahma's might,
                      While to the synagogue there came
                      A Jew, to praise Jehovah's Name.
                      The One Great God looked down and smiled
                      And counted each His loving child;
                      For Turk and Brahmin, monk and Jew
                      Had reached Him through the gods they knew.’

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