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NIGHTINGALE

SINGS

THE

SUBWAYS

The story behind this poem is quite sad. I was on the dole at the time in the 80s.

I was coming back from signing on and was walking through the subways.

There was this young lad singing Beatles songs with a guitar.

In the next subway there was a young girl singing "Scarbourough fair" with just her voice.

She had quite a good voice and I stayed to listen for a while.

I had to meet my wife in town as it was our Anniversary.

When she finished the young lad from the other subway came past and said that he

hated subways and was heading for the pub. She replyed,"Lucky for some, I'm singing for food......"

A NIGHTINGALE SINGS THE SUBWAYS

NIGHTINGALE NIGHTINGALE NIGHTINGALE NIGHTINGALE
SINGS SINGS SINGS SINGS
THE THE THE THE
SUBWAYS SUBWAYS SUBWAYS SUBWAYS

The other day, I came away, after signing on the dole

I heard a voice, I had no choice, and the sound just touched my soul.

And in her hat, was a little tat, not enough to buy some bread

But she faltered not, with the angelic voice she'd got, and this is what I said.

"I have no dough, but your voice is so, could you please sing a song for my wife?"

She waved o.k, so I went away, to find the lady of my life.

When we returned, we talked awhile, being a Christian I tried to reach her.

She sang again with a wonderful smile, now she remains the teacher.

The other day, I came away, after signing on the dole.

The nestless nightingale sang, through my heart it rang, the sound that touched my soul!

Dave.Roberts 14th October 1993.
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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT	ON ON ON ON
EARTH EARTH EARTH EARTH

"There's no other place for us to move to......"

It is estimated that travelling at the maximum speed in space flight today,

it would take us 70,000 years to get to another planet that would sustain human life!

Therefore we are not going anywhere for a while.

This planet of ours is fantastic. For our own sake and for future generations to come

we had better look after it. The point I try to make at the end of the poem is that one man,

Jesus Christ, whether you believe it or not, changed this planet profoundly and if one man

did this, imagine what millions of us could do to help!

What on Earth

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT	ON ON ON ON
EARTH EARTH EARTH EARTH

Drastic change is called for now, to wipe the sweat from our planets brow.

For she's in desperate medical need, we see the warning signs we must heed,

Or else we'll become an extinct breed, the veins and arteries have started to bleed.

Listen to her beg and plead, the grubs have become to many to feed.

It's no good putting things of and wait, we had everything handed on a silver plate,

We've got to bend instead of going straight, don't hang around till it's to late,

She's becoming a sponge that will saturate, I think we all know the ultimate fate,

We can't afford to let our efforts slack, Make a bit, take a bit, but give a bit back!

Our beautiful mansion is becoming a shack, she's been put on the enviromental rack,

and we're about to break her back, nervously exhausted she's about to crack.

There's too much emphasis on finacial gain, our mother cannot make herself more plain,

Ozone, green house and acid rain, would we give our own mother so much pain?

Why do we have to be so incredibly vain, there's only one answer we must all be insane!

There's no other place for us to move too, so treat her gently that's what we must do,

Make everyone see this serious issue, mop up her tears with your caring tissue.

Stick together that's what we must do, It's desperation and that's very true.

Pugnilistic attitudes we must rid, for not against we must bid,

Lift of your blind causing lid, there's nothing wrong who are they trying to kid?

They say that one man can't change the world, but remember one man did!

Dave.Roberts
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I can't say a lot about this poem, except it's true toLIFE

LIFES

CHANGING

SEASONS

The spring is where we are all born, a new awakening, a brand new morn.

We have no words but screams and cries and a misty world we see through our eyes.

We sleep most times in contented dreams and attract attention with our screams.

And as we are fed we mature and grow, we seek more satisfaction about the things we don't know.

Then summer arrives in all its glory, with changing body and a different story.

Hair developing everywhere, we rise too life without a care.

We play the mating game for years, though trial periods causes tears.

Till we find our love ones and settle down and create new life to inherit our crown.

Then autumn comes with slower pace, silvery hair and lines on our face.

and as the leaves our hair doth fall and the ones that were tiny above us stand tall.

But as the saying goes its when life begins, we have plenty of time for other things.

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The story behind this poem is quite sad. I was on the dole at the time in the 80s.

I was coming back from signing on and was walking through the subways.

There was this young lad singing Beatles songs with a guitar.

In the next subway there was a young girl singing "Scarbourough fair" with just her voice.

She had quite a good voice and I stayed to listen for a while.

I had to meet my wife in town as it was our Anniversary.

When she finished the young lad from the other subway came past and said that he

hated subways and was heading for the pub. She replyed,"Lucky for some, I'm singing for food......"

The other day, I came away, after signing on the dole

I heard a voice, I had no choice, and the sound just touched my soul.

And in her hat, was a little tat, not enough to buy some bread

But she faltered not, with the angelic voice she'd got, and this is what I said.

"I have no dough, but your voice is so, could you please sing a song for my wife?"

She waved o.k, so I went away, to find the lady of my life.

When we returned, we talked awhile, being a Christian I tried to reach her.

She sang again with a wonderful smile, now she remains the teacher.

The other day, I came away, after signing on the dole.

The nestless nightingale sang, through my heart it rang, the sound that touched my soul!

"There's no other place for us to move to......"

It is estimated that travelling at the maximum speed in space flight today,

it would take us 70,000 years to get to another planet that would sustain human life!

Therefore we are not going anywhere for a while.

This planet of ours is fantastic. For our own sake and for future generations to come

we had better look after it. The point I try to make at the end of the poem is that one man,

Jesus Christ, whether you believe it or not, changed this planet profoundly and if one man

did this, imagine what millions of us could do to help!

What on Earth

Drastic change is called for now, to wipe the sweat from our planets brow.

For she's in desperate medical need, we see the warning signs we must heed,

Or else we'll become an extinct breed, the veins and arteries have started to bleed.

Listen to her beg and plead, the grubs have become to many to feed.

It's no good putting things of and wait, we had everything handed on a silver plate,

We've got to bend instead of going straight, don't hang around till it's to late,

She's becoming a sponge that will saturate, I think we all know the ultimate fate,

We can't afford to let our efforts slack, Make a bit, take a bit, but give a bit back!

Our beautiful mansion is becoming a shack, she's been put on the enviromental rack,

and we're about to break her back, nervously exhausted she's about to crack.

There's too much emphasis on finacial gain, our mother cannot make herself more plain,

Ozone, green house and acid rain, would we give our own mother so much pain?

Why do we have to be so incredibly vain, there's only one answer we must all be insane!

There's no other place for us to move too, so treat her gently that's what we must do,

Make everyone see this serious issue, mop up her tears with your caring tissue.

Stick together that's what we must do, It's desperation and that's very true.

Pugnilistic attitudes we must rid, for not against we must bid,

Lift of your blind causing lid, there's nothing wrong who are they trying to kid?

They say that one man can't change the world, but remember one man did!

I can't say a lot about this poem, except it's true toLIFE

The spring is where we are all born, a new awakening, a brand new morn.

We have no words but screams and cries and a misty world we see through our eyes.

We sleep most times in contented dreams and attract attention with our screams.

And as we are fed we mature and grow, we seek more satisfaction about the things we don't know.

Then summer arrives in all its glory, with changing body and a different story.

Hair developing everywhere, we rise too life without a care.

We play the mating game for years, though trial periods causes tears.

Till we find our love ones and settle down and create new life to inherit our crown.

Then autumn comes with slower pace, silvery hair and lines on our face.

and as the leaves our hair doth fall and the ones that were tiny above us stand tall.

But as the saying goes its when life begins, we have plenty of time for other things.

We are wiser now and try to spread it, a new path we walk and slowly tread it.

Then winter is the very last season, we know all the rhymes and reason.

We sit and watch the things we were once able to do.

and give advice all the best to you.

Our job is done our bodies are bent, but gratefulness from heaven is sent,

and into permanant hibernation we go, and thats lifes seasons and that is so!

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