Reply to: Friday Poetry Corner - back by popular demand

I lick my lips and make advances
You lay on down and let me in
But you can't fight
You got no chance.
I'll tame you and rub my cream in . . .
Shock me
Right in between my legs.
Rock me . . .
Oh you're so tight.
Oh wham Bam, Thank you ma'am.

Sweet Surrender - Wrathchild.

'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.’

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'.

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.

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

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"

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

It was popular when Alf did it.

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!!!!

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.

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"!

Re: The number of the Beast

Numbers of the beast!

660 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Approximate number of The Beast

-666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Negative number of the Beast

DCLXVI &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Roman numeral of The Beast. This is 666, but also note that this resulted from writing the first 6 Roman numerals, in order from largest to smallest... wonders never cease!

666, 1332, 1998 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Years of the Beast

666.0000000000 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Number of the High Precision Beast

0.666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Number of the Millibeast

/ 666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Beast Common Denominator

0.005015 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Reciprocal of the Beast

666i &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Imaginary number of The Beast

6,666,666,666,666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The deficit of the beast (nearly accurate!)

1010011010 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Binary number of The Beast

-0.80902 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The Sine of the Beast

443556 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Square of the Beast

25.807 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Square root of the Beast

295408296 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Cube of the Beast

0.58779 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Cosine of the Beast

-1.37638 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Tangent of the Beast

2.8235 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Log of the Beast

6.5913 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Ln Beast

1.738E289 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Anti-log of the Beast

6.66E2 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Scientific number of the Beast

29A &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Hexadecimal number of the Beast

666! &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Factorial of the Beast

2, 3, 111 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Factors of the Beast

665.5-666.5 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Range of the Beast

660 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Beast rounded down

670 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Beast rounded up

6, uh...

what was that number again? &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Number of the Blonde Beast

1-666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Area code of The Beast

00666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Zip code of The Beast

[email protected] &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp E-mail address of the Beast

www.666.org &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp web-page of the Beast

1-900-666-0666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Live Beasts! One-on-one pacts! Call Now!
Only $6.66/minute. Over 18 only please!

1-888-666-6666 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Toll free number of the Beast

Beastly Math Trivia I -&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The sum of the squares of the first 7 primes is 666: 666 = 2² + 3² + 5² + 7² + 11² + 13² + 17²

Beastly Math Trivia II - 16661 is the first beastly palindromic prime (having the form 1[0...0]666[0...0]1. The next one after 16661 is:
1000000000000066600000000000001

Beastly Math Trivia III - The Dewey Decimal System classification number for "Numerology" is 133.335. If you reverse this and add, you get: 133.335 + 533.331 = 666.666

Beastly Math Trivia IV - A Smith number is an integer in which the sum of its digits is equal to the sum of the digits of its prime factors. 666 is a Smith number, since: 666 = 2·3·3·37 while at the same time: 6 + 6 + 6 = 2 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 7.

Spod, didn't have you down as a Maiden fan?

In the timeless tradition of this forum, time for a topic change...

The souls did from their bodies fly

Has anybody else seen "21 Grams"?

One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly,--
They fled to bliss or woe !
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow !

-S.T. Coleridge