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Collection of poems from Ms. Wendy Winter Garcia of Pillagoda fame, now resident in Spain |
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Rude songs for rude people A
wandering minstrel I A
thing of rags and tatters Like
an Emperor with no clothes Do
you think it really matters? Gaily
the troubadour Strummed
his guitar If
he's an Indian He'll
strum his sitar. The
Lay of the Last Accountant From
Land's End to Landsker John
O'Groats and Finisterre Texaco
and Burmah You
can hear a cri de coeur Why
does our computer Suffer
from mal de mer While
still on terra firma? Incest and incipient insanity Great
Potiphar Egypt's
pharoah Was
potty for His
father and mother Were
sister and brother. Monogamy Were
I footloose and fancy free A
merry widow or a gay divorcée Or
if they legalize polyandry I'd
have you for breakfast and dinner and tea. The pension fund Had
great grandma been tempted to sin Whilst
dancing a passionate samba With
a gaucho from Vilcabamba Would
heredity then result in Such
incredible longevity That
a moment's quick calculation Would
give us a rough estimation Of
what our new pension would then be? Non-Valentine No
heart nor love have I to spare And
I'm quite certain you don't care Instead
of a Valentine I send a Yellow
inter-office memoranda. No
cooing dove To
tell my love Or
marguerite You
to entreat No
red rose I
enclose Only
this verse I've penned To
you I promptly send On
a pretty yellow Inter-office
memo. Ballad of Davy Jones Locker-O! (Or
the doubtful fate suffered by a ex-naval computer expert in a cosmetic
company) Once
sailor Davy roamed the sea But
now he buckles at the knee No
long can he heave-ho-O! Did
he with Raleigh westward go? Like
Henry Morgan sing yo-ho? And
a bottle of fine bay rum! Now
nevermore can Davy sleep Rocked
in the cradle of the deep To
dream of Robinson Crusoe. But
he must burn the midnight oil And
at his figures work and toil Try
hard to subtract or add'em. Nocturnal
vigil he must keep While
our computer's on the bleep The
day he came he rues so-O! Now
two by two when multiplied Make
four not five - can he divide By
three, six or eight, a fathom? Like
Ralph the Rover, he tears his hair Our
Davy's sunk in deep despair Because
he cannot do so-O! Oh!
For a life on the ocean wave So
far from pesky aftershave Toilet
water, eau de parfum! Lipsitcks
bright red and powder pink Lower
and lower did he sink Together
with his crew go down-O! Did
he long sail the seven seas With
electronic expertise By
astrolabe - or rule of thumb? By
Southern Cross and Polaris He
doesn't where Plymouth is Or
why the west wind blew so-O! Neptune's
Trident, St. Elmo's Fire Not
in South Hants but Devonshire Sound
loud the fife and beat Drake's Drum! Coral
is red and the Aegean blue For
Davy and his motley crew Ah
why? They never knew, no-O! Please
someone find the scurvy knave A
windy, wet and watery grave Down
in the deep ocean's bottom. By
Barbarossa, Davy Jones Jolly
Roger, skull and crossbones Blackbeard,
ne'er dare fly so-O! Hymn for the Electronic Eighties All
thing bright and beautiful All
people great and small On
wealth, health and happiness Pay
taxes one and all. The
rich man in his castle The
poor man at his gate We
pay them, high or lowly These
servants of our state. Tax
each humble charity The
blind, the halt, the lame Do
not exclude from V.A:T. Mite
which from widow came. The naked civil servant Bare
but inflation proof Don't
increase his pension And
he will raise the roof Diplomat
who fornicates With
buxom Russian maid Wild
passion on taxes and rates The
paedophile's well paid. Professor
emeritus He,
by appointment, queen Exhibits
such detritus All
honours traitors glean. Surveillance electronic On
populace to spy Methods
telephonic Great
eyeball in the sky. Each
pansy soon shall open Each
little bird shall sing Philby,
Maclean and Burgess Who
will the future bring? Yellow
butter mountain Wine
river running by Milk
and honey fountain Let's
feed a Russian spy. Feed
not the starving millions On
Affrick's sunny shore Just
let then die by trillions Save
not, San Salvador! If
by hypothermia The
aged shall not die Let's
try euthanasia Soon
in the grave they'll lie. The
cold wind in the winter Our
pensioners will freeze No
coin to fill the meter Pay
all the strikers please. Suffering little children Come,
come to Heaven's gate Jolly
will thee hasten With
his D.F. one one eight. If
in royal London's city Shall
virgin child conceive No
contraceptive scarcity Abortion
she'll receive. Handicapped
or sound of limb All
infants weak and small Engles
shall watch over thee Trotsky,
Marx et al. Aborted
babe, hush cry thee not Great
God did thee create Thee,
in furnace brightly hot Man
shall incinerate. Those
in peril in the sea Eternal
Father save Whale
and seal and manatee From
oil polluted wave. Defoliate
lush forests Under
the tropic sun The
tall trees in our greenwood Just
cut them, one by one. The
sunrise in the morning Bright
sunset or rainbow Horizon
far adorning Or
nuclear afterglow? Aurora
borealis In
a polluted sky L.S.D.
or cannabis In
summer's heat they dry. Jail
the jobless nigger The
Ripper may roam free Asian
we'll repatriate Though
he hardworking be. God
rest ye merry churchmen Priests
female thee dismay But
in the Church of England The
vicar may be gay. Patriots
with burning bow Your
hovel shall burn down No
defence Excalibur Because
your skin is brown. Lament,
O swan of Avon Pendragon
slumbers on In
Albion fair, no haven For
refugee forlorn. The quango(Facit
indignatio versum). Just
what do you do all day? Tell
me quango, quango, quango Sitting
on your derriére Torpid
quango, quango, quango Spewing
paper in your tray Superfluous,
quango,quango While
the sun shines making hay Fruitless
quango, quango, quango If
you should go far away With
your quango, quango, gang-oh
Not
a person you'd dismay Would
we care a hang-oh, quango? Just
what do you do all day? I
will tell you quango, quango Just
dulce far niente Useless
quango, quango, quango Just
disappear we pray With
a loud explosive bang-oh. O Tempora! O Mores! In
golden tongue of wise Hellenes Economy
housekeeping means Milton
Friedman or Maynard Keynes Raised
they kids on cans of beans? Chorus.
Ho! Ho! Ho!, the jolly working man With
Foot he'll slog With
Benn he´ll ban He'll
close the country down If
he can! On
dreaming spires that soar or stand In
ivory towers this happy band Elysium
for us they planned Valhalla
midst cloud cuckoo land. Crumbling
tower blocks they built high Towers
of Babel to reach the sky Whose
Mums with prams and grannies try Climbing
Jacob's ladder - and sigh! Great
pyramid and Parthenon By
moonlight Taj Mahal lives on Built
by slaves, not Oxbridge don They're
still here - our tower block's gone. Utopia
they promised us Not
train on time nor autobus In
Brave New World - please do not fuss To
prison - if in streets you cuss. Solomon
in his wisdom knew How
he could find a mother true She
who would to another give Her
babe - so that it may live. Aborted
babes incinerate Unwanted
- in our Welfare State By
artifice inseminate All
those who cannot consummate. By
Merlin's ancient prophecy Plagues
shall suffer Albion - three To
fungus by some strange fairy Shall
all our metal turnéd be. An
armoured giant, he shall steal All
Britain's store of corn and meal On
Mayday shall great tumult peel That
makes our whole kingdom reel. By
inflation and EEC
By
Foot and Benn and TUC Those
who plan our economy Is
fulfilled Merlin's augury. Ye
socialistic Oxbridge deans O
give us more than cans of beans Milk
and honey, not tower that leans Nor
concrete cows in Milton Keynes. In
Fleet Street once have fletchers strung Bows
of wych elm or yew that flung Clothyard
arrows that death have sung At
Agincourt, like bees have stung. Nodens
I pray my arrow fleet Soft,
silent, sure mine foe may meet Make
Victory mine - my foe to beat May
they never Death's clutches cheat. Land's End Lost
Lyonesse beneath the sea A
tolling bell Rings
out its knell. By
Tamar's stream pale Guinevere Laments
Lancelot In
Camelot. Cloud
banners wave from highest tor Dark
sentinel Of
Tintagel. Dozmary
flaunts Excalibur Which
Arthur bore To
Bodmin Moor. With
windswept mane, on moonlit shore White
stallion Of
Avalon. Enchanted
isle of Pendragon By
Merlin bound Sleeps
'neath the mound. Great
Arthur once and future king Gareth,
Gawain Yseult,
Ygraine Brave
Parsifal and fair Elaine Mordred
and Kay Morgan
le Fay. Still
dreaming lie in Avalon To
wake one morn To
Roland's horn. Of
silence and small things Death,
come not as a stranger. When
you hear the sound of silence, I am come. The
whispering ivy tendrils wrapped About
the walls of your deserted cities Restless
wings of fluttering swallows In
the solitude of shadowy eaves And
soft grey mice scuttling In
greyer shadows of a shrouded house. The
speckled deer grazing in fallow fields That
were once high with brazen corn. Now
sleeping enmantled Under
a scarlet profusion of poppies. Songbirds
in deserted gardens Wrapped
in love-in-the mist and columbine Tangled
sweet briar and Canterbury bells Where
the Purple Emperor now holds sway In
his court of Peacocks Painted
Ladies and Red Admirals. The
sound of silence heralds my coming. The
sea waves' sibilance over shifting sand Whirlpools
swirling round stones That
were once the proud spanning arches Of
your arrogant bridges Now
no more; the haunt of swans. The
russet rustling autumn leaves Snowflakes
swirling soft as swansdown The
gentle spring blossom lacing The
abandoned orchard, newly greened When
you hear the sound of silence, remember me. The
swan's song Not
life, but the manner of my living Not
death, but the manner of my dying This,
the sum's total. Swan
boat, thy sails unfurling Black
wings me enveloping Across
the dark seas The
moon's path following To
a new awakening On
a far shore. To
heaven ever ascending To
earth again descending My
soul, how like dark water! Brief
phosphorescence my living The
ocean's surface rippling My
fate, how like the wind! Suspiro
del moro In
sorrow sighed the Moorish king, On
leaving noble Granada Through
his bitter, salt tears gazing At
the high Sierra Nevada Snowcapped
mountain Where
a knight was cruelly slain Of
Abencerraje's race For
loving a fair Moorish queen A
palace of petrified lace, Leonine
fountain. Through
avenues, cool waters rise In
a secret and walled garden Where
the fountains of paradise Spray
dew on lily, jasmine, rose Garden
of Eden. Renaissance In
may blossom silken gowned Blushing
Sprinrg, infant new born The
dew on spider's silver net Crystalline:
at dove grey dawn. At
dusk, the captive evening star Caught
on sickle moon's sharp horn, Mirrored
on the river's flaw Smoothly
glides the snowy swan. Rays
of dandelion suns Gild
fair summer's mantle green Pearled
day-eyed marguerites Iris
sceptred, rose-crowned queen, Amidst
the dormant wheat, wind-blown Scarlet
poppy's banner seen. Heard
on cloudless azure height Plaint
of burnished falcon keen. Pierced
and torn the mist-veiled sky Swift
spiralling swallows flight, Flaming
spears of autumn trees Fiery
red, the rowan bright; Leaves
windblown, the steely rain. Gleaming
gold the brackens' light, Shadowed
on the harvest moon Poplars,
stalwart, black, upright. Chandeliers
of pendant ice Scintillate
in star's cold shine White-winged
winter, ermine-cloaked, Raven'darkened
skies enshire. With
feathered snowflakes frosted, Black
lace of bare trees entwine, Ivy,
holly mistletoe Eternal
spire of fir and pine.
Watersprite
My
laughter echoes in the song of the stream My
whisper is heard through the damp mist's grey hush Moisture
I breathe on the mossy velvat bank On
stalwart iris and the rose's morning blush. My
gown's foamd laced, the rainbow's iridescence, Veiled
in the waterfall's spray. I am Ondine, The
grass silvers, caressed by my dancing feet My
tears, the dew at dawn, diamantine My
face is mirrored in the emerald pool My
fingers, rain tapping on the window I
leap joyously high in the fountain cool. Througho
the heather's purple, in the highland brook The
river ripples my water weed tresses Running
scented by the pine forest's green Tumbling
wind tossed in the weir's turbulent froth In
the calm of the still mountain lake I'm seen. SPANISH Levante Tu
que naciste Debajo
de un sol abrasador meriodinal Que
nunca viste Los
cisnes blancos como la nevada boreal O
la encina Contra
el cielo gris, negra, desnuda, helada Con
la escarcha Como
la filigrana de las rejas forjadas De
casas blancas Dormitando
bajo el sol de mediodia Tan
inquietas Las
golondrinas revoloteando dia por dia Sus
alas negras Buscan
la solana, huyen la nevisca fria Y
ansiosas Como
yo buscando tu cلlida caricia Del
aire del sur. Si
me querيas Como
vuela el halcَn Hacia
el sol Volarل
mi corazon Si
me querيas Como
dulce cancion Del
ruiseٌor Cantarل
mi corazon Si
me querيas Como
paloma blanca Busca
pareja Mi
anhelante alma Busca
la tuya Si
tu vendrيas Sobre
las salinas Se
ciernan Las
golondrinas Del
mar Y
alegres vienen Para
siempre amar Si
tu vendrيas En
mis brazos quedar Y
me besarيas Sin
jamas parar Como
el ave marino Te
amaré Sempiterno
cariٌo Te
entregaré. Wenn
ich ein Vِglein war Si
yo ave fuera Y
dos alas tuviera Volarيa
junto a ti. Como
no soy pلjaro Y
volar no puedo He
de quedarme aqui. Aunque
estas lejos Te
veo en sueٌos Aْn
hablo contigo. Pero
cuando despierto Me
encuentro solo No
estas conmigo. Ni
por la noche siquiera Pasa
hora cualquiera En
que no despierte Mi
corazon, velando Mil
veces pensando
Que
el tuyo me diste. (Traducciَn
del poema de Goethe) Orihuela Ay!
que huela Orihuela Aurariola
como apesta! Su
urbanismo padece estrabismo Porque
no ven como construyen Sin
ninguno permiso chaletito para extranjero. Como
defraude el ajeno y el borrego foraneo Aurariola
que tufo, de la Segura sumidero! Su
Palacio de Justicia no toma nunca noticia De
denuncia cualquiera Sus
funcionarios son justicieros callejeros. En
el fuero de Teodomiro En
el reino de Leovigildo En
Orihuela no hay justicia aunque en el portal hay diosa Que
los ojos no venden pero injusticias no ven Saque
de los ojos el madero antes de juzgar el vecino. Aurariola
que hedor Orihuela sin pudor Orihuela,
que ramera, ciudad pazpuerca Juzgue
que no sea juzgado que con el mismo fallo No
serل juzgado en el
ْltimo juicio Por
el Juez Supremo del Universo entero. De
Abderahman el reino de Cَrdoba
el emirato De
Alfonso decimo Auroriola el feudo San
Juan de Jerusلlen hospitalero Resuscita
y ven al Hospital de Bartolomeo Matasano
y matadero De
la fértil Vega Baja, Orihuela legaٌosa Verguenza,sinverguenza
de la Espaٌa entera. El
sueٌo Viniste
a mي En
la oscura Y
fresca noche Cuando
dormي En
ti soٌaba En
silencio Al
amanecer Se
disipaba Mis
sueٌo de ti Como
niebla Se
desvanece Por
la maٌana Pinatarense Verde
pino Pinar,
pinatar Oloroso De
resina Cristalina Ambarinos Tus
ojos Morunos De
ciervo Del
monte pinoso Pinar,
pinatar Verde
mar Barcos
de pesca En
mar de plata Bajo
la luna Luz
de luna En
el pinar Pinatar Tu
beso Olor
de romero Como
hiedra Cariٌosa Que
abraza La
glorieta Te
abrazo Blanca La
paloma Del
palomar Mi
amor lleva A
tu ventana Del
rosal la rosa Roja Gloriosa Perfumada Mi
amor seٌala Recuerdos A
rememorar, romero Que
a ti te quiero Mucho Una
rosa para mi amor Por
un beso una flor Doy Trebol
para la suerte Laurel
hasta la muerte Fiel Guirnalda
de ciprés No
me olvides Nunca Flores Limon,
limonero Flores
del naranjal Oro
de Levante Clavel
en el ojal A
la desposada Flores
del naranjal Al
fiel amante Flores
del romeral A
la bien amada Las
flores del rosal Flor
refrescante Para
amor leal. |