I am weezerd

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Alphabetter (or Verse?) 1971

As I pass through this world today
Bemusing on what wonders may
Come to my eyes
Drag forth sighs
Each time my lips
Fall open,
Groping for the truth am I
Hoping that, down from the sky
Into my arms
Jostling with harm's
Killing desire
(Laced with fire),
My answer will come.
Never before into my heart
Overwhelming love became a part
Pushing all else out.
Question is:- What about
Reason, in this the mating
Season? Do birds sing
Their hearts out in the pie
Until the king hungers to try
Victuals offered by his queen
(when out they fly themselves to preen)?
Xenophobic ancients say
yesterday we thought we'd play
zithers, and again today.

or an alternative ending which came from I'm not sure where,
but my daughter pointed out that the correct lines are the ones now shown above:
Xylophones are bound to play
Yearning for the love I may
Zanily acquire today.

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Curse That Verse 1972

AmazingIy it seems to me
butter's costing more than tea,
coffee beans are cheaper than
draught beer when it's sold by can.
Exactly what that little verse is
for I do not know, but maybe this
grabs you better:-
Had a letter...
In it rny friend said
jokingly: "I'd like you dead."
Killing humour that young
lad has. When he's sung
my praises again I feel
now that I am down at heel,
out of work and on the dole
perhaps the little blighter's soul
quickly will realise
rubbish in my eyes
stems from inability
to spell grammar with a "g".
Uselessly I try to write
verse but it all is a sight.
Watch that paper going through
Xerox machines - how d'you do!
Yesterday thought I could see
Zebras playing under th'tree.

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Engaging

I watched you read the words one day
.... of my song of love so gay.
.... .... Now I watch your eyes and pray
.... .... .... that you'll hear the words I say.

There is a love pent-up in me
.... of honesty and being free;
.... .... but it seems I cannot see
.... .... .... what God has in store for me.

There was a girl I thought was my
.... one true love. Then one day I
.... .... lost that love - how I did cry
.... .... .... after she had said good-bye.

After work back home I'd go
.... wishing I could let her know
.... .... my love for her was true; but no,
.... .... .... an answer God had yet to show.

So when I felt really blue
.... I turned to the Lord I knew
.... .... could show me an answer true
.... .... .... to the problem of "Just who?"

might one day come round my way.
.... Every day I used to pray
.... .... that a perfect partner may
.... .... .... come at last, and with me stay.

Still I do not seem to see
.... what my Lord has planned for me.
.... .... So I wonder just what He
.... .... .... plots while I go fancy free.

Searching for the answer I
.... reach out for the help of my
.... .... 'friends', but with me they'll not try;
.... .... .... and yet they wonder why I cry.

Persons come and people go;
.... now and then just one may show
.... .... that he or she might want to know
.... .... .... the extent of my love, and so

this ring which I give to you
.... as a mark of friendship true
.... .... also is intended to
.... .... .... show you, love, how I love you.

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My Lord, My Lord

I love my Lord and every day
unto my Lord I talk and pray;
and with my Lord in love so gay
am I. Please Lord, here with me stay.

Love of my Lord has brought for me
grace from my Lord, my name for thee.
As with my Lord, my love for thee
like for my Lord makes me feel free.

My loving Lord has shown me my
true love. Thanks, Lord! I wonder why
on Earth the Lord of earth and sky
loves me. Dear Lord don't pass me by.

Here in the Lord my love will grow
and like my Lord I think I know
the way my Lord is going to show
his love. Good Lord, stay here, don't go.

I love my Lord, my God I do
and with my Lord I love you too;
and through my Lord my love for you
like for my Lord becomes so true.

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Ode To A Loved One
(dedicated to PMJ)

As I beneath the stars do lay
an idle man this sunny day,
I hear a voice inside me say:
"Get up, and out there, making hay."

Oh! How I wish that I could be
amongst the stars, beyond the sea.
It is a love that's holding me
of blissful, true, serenity.

Below the clouds up in the sky
my lonely, shackled heart does lie
echoing nature's lullaby.
Oh! How I wish that I could fly

whilst o'er my head the birds do go.
I lie there contemplating so
that I might not be held so low;
I wish I could the answer know.

Oh pretty birds, sing to me do!
I listen to the pigeons coo
and wonder if that pheasant knew
that now it will be food for two.

The dog that brings it hither may
not know just why it acts that way;
it may find out later today.
Who knows? What is the answer, pray?

Observe the leaves upon that tree,
their wondrous patterns showing me
that, truly, a God there must be
to fashion all that we can see.

I sit, and open wide my eye
hunting for a reason why
my soul should, oh, so loudly, cry;
to find the answer I must try.

It is my lifetime's aim but oh!
I feel that I will never know
the answer in this world, and so
I up and start to homeward go.

In nature’s wondrous open zoo
(so beautiful it's hardly true)
I linger, wishing that I knew
how to express my love, for you.

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Realisation 1972

I walked the world and lost my way;
for as I walked from day to day
gazing at the new-mown hay
it happened that I failed to see
an owl sitting in a tree
and looking funnily at me.
'Cause I passed that wise one by
I failed to see, there in his eye,
the sparkle that could tell me why
as I staggered on so slow
worry weighed me down real low.
But I can say now I know
what it is that I must do!!
For I'm on a road that's new
since I shared my load with you.

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Smug

All the flowers on the moors
bring, for you and me both, spoors
covering nature's wonderland,
decking out with liberal hand.
Every spore means there must be
first some pollen and a bee;
golden fields are balanced by
hills that fade into the sky;
ivy is all free to climb
junipers, and oaks in time.
Killing smog that's made by Man
leaves a dirty film that Pan
musically cannot fight.
Now I'm sure that isn't right!
Our heritage must surely be
pollution unless you and me
quickly realise the plight.
Rally and put muck to flight,
sense the futile mess that we
tossed about so thoughtlessly.
Understand that by and by,
victims of a leaden sky,
we may soon begin to see
Xmas with black snow?? Aw gee!!
You get worse! If that's A to
Zee, then I give up.

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The Wondering Wanderer

I stroll down this path every day
to come upon the shining sea
and watch the ships go sailing by.
I often ponder where they go,
what they bear, why they do.

Once upon a summer's day,
as I was wand’ring o'er the lea,
a wondrous sight came to my eye
that caused my heart to wonder so...
I caught a fleeting glimpse of you.

You were strolling down the way
and did not even notice me.
The sun shone down from up on high
and made your lovely locks to glow
and glitter in a golden hue.

I nearly called out then but nay,
a seal upon my mouth would be;
I murmured just a quiet sigh;
decided not to let you know,
lest you did not feel this way too.

Upon the hillock I did stay
and rested, a little wearily.
I gazed up and admired the sky
with clouds that, just like pure white snow,
sculpted pearly views of you........

Wandering through the fields I pray
that some day you'll come to me
and, finding that you're part of my
heart, will linger and not go
but stay, and give me your love true.

Holding out your hand you may
capture mine which would there be
in the twinkling of an eye;
grasping lovingly, although
the feeling would be something new.

........and later on in that same day
I woke again in time to see
your mystic figure strolling by,
as you once more did homeward go
oblivious of my love for you.

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What? 1972

Zulu warrior in the Veldt...
Yankee Ranger with gunbelt...
xenophobic ancient Celt
wrapped in super sheepskin pelt...
visions splendid just like these
upon my super colored lease
T-V I just squat and watch
sipping at my ice-cool Scotch.
Really it's Vodka for me,
queen of the spirits is she -
possibly I'm confusing it with
Oberon, but she's just a myth.
Nearly got into a little bit of a
mess there with the verse. Ha!
Likely you're getting quite terse
koz this is getting much worse;
just pauze a minnit,
I’m working onnit...
hang about for a while,
got to get this into style.
Feeling for the word
ev'rybody's heard.
Desperately I've hunted
can't find what is wanted.
By the way - you've been had
after all, I am quite mad!

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And Hell 1971/2/3

Be-elzebub to the Jew,
Devil-man to me and you
forces men to do his labour;
hardens hearts, and man hates neighbour.
Jesus just asked for us to
love each other and to do
no harm to man or to beasts
popularize loving feasts.
Really we should learn
that we can very easily earn
victory over the evil
X-ray machine!
Zounds, er, hell? I mean.

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Legal Advice

I watched you read the words one day
....	of my song of love so gay.
....	....	Now I watch your eyes and pray
....	....	....	that you'll hear the words I say.

There is a love pent-up in me
....	of honesty and being free;
....	....	but it seems I cannot see
....	....	....	what God has in store for me.

There was a girl I thought was my
....	one true love. Then one day I
....	....	lost that love - how I did cry
....	....	....	after she had said good-bye.

After work back home I'd go
....	wishing I could let her know
....	....	my love for her was true; but no,
....	....	....	an answer God had yet to show.

So when I felt really blue
....	I turned to the Lord I knew
....	....	could show me an answer true
....	....	....	to the problem of "Just who?"

might one day come round my way.
....	Every day I used to pray
....	....	that a perfect partner may
....	....	....	come at last, and with me stay.

Still I do not seem to see
....	what my Lord has planned for me.
....	....	So I wonder just what He
....	....	....	plots while I go fancy free.

Searching for the answer I
....	reach out for the help of my
....	....	'friends', but with me they'll not try;
....	....	....	and yet they wonder why I cry.

Persons come and people go;
....	now and then just one may show
....	....	that he or she might want to know
....	....	....	the extent of my love, and so

this ring which I give to you
....	as a mark of friendship true
....	....	also is intended to
....	....	....	show you, love, how I love you.