Poem
Poem
NO MORE CARING
You can dance for little children, sitting at their mothers knee,
You can dance for jerseyed golfers, waiting on the second tee,
You can dance for dying winos, who have lost their fight to be
But all you people out there, I only dance for me.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
You can sing for ageing hippies, thinking they've a point of view,
You can sing for Champagne Charlies, waiting in the theatre queue,
You can sing for baptised babies, standing in your sacred pew,
But all you people out there, I will not sing for you.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
You can fight with Christian soldiers, answering their holy call,
You can fight for homeless victims, with their backs against the wall,
You can fight for schoolgirl mothers, who are heading for a fall,
But all you people out there, I will not fight at all.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
You can dance for little children, sitting at their mothers knee,
You can dance for jerseyed golfers, waiting on the second tee,
You can dance for dying winos, who have lost their fight to be
But all you people out there, I only dance for me.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
You can sing for ageing hippies, thinking they've a point of view,
You can sing for Champagne Charlies, waiting in the theatre queue,
You can sing for baptised babies, standing in your sacred pew,
But all you people out there, I will not sing for you.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
You can fight with Christian soldiers, answering their holy call,
You can fight for homeless victims, with their backs against the wall,
You can fight for schoolgirl mothers, who are heading for a fall,
But all you people out there, I will not fight at all.
For I have done with caring, now I know the score,
The giving time is over, I will care no more.
Spoken like a true cynic. This poem really drives it's power from lines 3 and 4 of verse 2, and lines 1 and 2 of verse three. The idea of not supporting something so pure shows the author's absurdly firm stand on taking back his power and looking out for number one.
Nicely done.
Nicely done.
Last edited by GoinCohen on Fri Jan 24, 2014 5:09 am, edited 1 time in total.
oh dear.
Here we go again.
la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la.

Here we go again.
all together.......la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la laYou can dance for little children, sitting at their mothers knee,
You can dance for jerseyed golfers, waiting on the second tee,
You can dance for dying winos, who have lost their fight to be
But all you people out there, I only dance for me.
la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la.

Thank you (most of you) for the kind comments. Yes, it was intended to be a song which I wrote for a musician friend. Unfortunately, at the time, he was not in a band, and neither of us can sing, so nothing came of it. Anyway, I do find it totally different writing songs from writing poetry and do not think I am very good at it. It does not seem that many people are able to do both successfully; Cohen and Dylan excluded! So, putting songs on the back-burner, I have put a poem on new topics.
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T, the words areTeratogen wrote:perth and c2 like to duet on their version of john cale's "paris 1919."
"you're a troll, la la la la
la la la la la
you're a troll, la la la la
la la la la la
i'm the best and i have come
to beat you with an iron drum
la la la
la la la la
la la la"
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You're a ghost la la la
You're a ghost
I'm in the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
la la la la la la
it's not "I'm the best"
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btw the two new baby trolls are, I presume the same person, still suffering from the same obsessive hatred of me. He is to be pitied and treated kindly please, as he must be very unhappy indeed in his life.
the only "interest" I have in his fake posts is that anyone should think I am such a poor writer as him. beyond that, I know of only one poster here who has fallen for paint's tricks before. considering he has started more than 30 threads that's a pretty poor return for his efforts.
a final matter, this will be an exciting day for paints/mirth/perth etc. that I have actually responded about his post. can you try not to feed him anymore. he will eventually give up if ignored.
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My dear boy,
Give up? What on earth makes you think I would abandon you? True, I've been off on a business trip but I'm back now. I know I should have told you so you wouldn't feel alone and for that I apologize.
We have come so far in such a short period of time I couldn't possibly leave you now. Why, I believe that soon we will all enjoy something from you that has some substance to it! I know there is a deep thought in you somewhere, we simply must stay focused.
It's so sweet of you to be concerned about the number of replies to my posts! Why, I'm getting misty. However, you should know by now that I don't concern myself with such matters. I'm only here for you, and here I shall stay until we have filled that gaping hole in your writing. So please don't let these things bother you, you must concentrate on your writing, such as it is.
Before I forget, I have a good computer guy if you want to get that PLONKED button fixed. Let me know and I'll send him your way.
Give up? What on earth makes you think I would abandon you? True, I've been off on a business trip but I'm back now. I know I should have told you so you wouldn't feel alone and for that I apologize.
We have come so far in such a short period of time I couldn't possibly leave you now. Why, I believe that soon we will all enjoy something from you that has some substance to it! I know there is a deep thought in you somewhere, we simply must stay focused.
It's so sweet of you to be concerned about the number of replies to my posts! Why, I'm getting misty. However, you should know by now that I don't concern myself with such matters. I'm only here for you, and here I shall stay until we have filled that gaping hole in your writing. So please don't let these things bother you, you must concentrate on your writing, such as it is.
Before I forget, I have a good computer guy if you want to get that PLONKED button fixed. Let me know and I'll send him your way.
Sound advice to all aspiring poets:
"Just experiment!" Critic2
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"Maybe it will work, maybe it won't." Critic2
Wow.
"Just experiment!" Critic2
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"Maybe it will work, maybe it won't." Critic2
Wow.