"You came back" – 5022 rezultate
0.04 secundeMeilisearchPete Brown
(b 25 Dec. \'40, London) Poet, lyricist, singer, producer, percussionist. Active on London jazz-poetry scene early \'60s, then worked with Cream, writing lyrics for hits \'Sunshine Of Your Love\', \'White Room\', \'I Feel Free\', \'Politician\' etc which he said would pay the rent for the rest of his life. After Cream split \'68 he continued to work with Jack Bruce (see his entry), also his own Jazz Poetry \'66, A Meal You Can Shake Hands With In The Dark \'69 (as Pete Brown and His Battered Ornaments, Chris Spedding on guitar), Things May Come And Things May Go, But The Art School Dance Goes On Forever \'72, and Thousands On A Raft \'70 (as Pete Brown and Piblokto, with Jim Mullen). He worked with other groups; an album of demos by Back To The Front was later issued. He co-led Bond and Brown with Graham Bond \'72 (see Bond\'s entry); was part-time A&R and producer for Deram \'73--5; well-received poetry album The Not Forgotten Association \'73 had backing incl. Viv Stanshall on tuba....
1 poezii, 0 proze
RMRoger McGough
Roger Joseph McGough CBE (born 9 November 1937) is a well-known English performance poet. He presents the BBC Radio 4 programme Poetry Please and records voice-overs for commercials, as well as performing his own poetry regularly. He is a Fellow of Liverpool John Moores University and a member of the Executive Council of the Poetry. Poetry Summer with Monika 1967 Watchwords Cape, 1969 After The Merrymaking Cape, 1971 Out of Sequence Turret Books, 1972 Gig Cape, 1973 Sporting Relations Eyre Methuen, 1974 In the Glassroom Cape, 1976 Mr Noselighter André Deutsch, 1976 Frinck, A Life in the Day of, and Summer with Monika: Poems Joseph, 1978 Holiday on Death Row Cape, 1979 Unlucky for Some Bernard Stone, 1980 Waving at Trains Cape, 1982 Crocodile Puddles New Pyramid Press, 1984 Melting into the Foreground Viking, 1986 Noah's Ark Dinosaur, 1986 Worry Toni Savage, 1987 Counting by Numbers Viking Kestrel, 1989 Selected Poems, 1967-1987 Cape, 1989 You at the Back: Selected Poems, 1967-87 Cape,...
3 poezii, 0 proze
MNMillosh Gjergj Nikolla
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (October 13, 1911 - August 26, 1938) was an Albanian poet born in Shkodër, Albania. Migjeni, pen name of Millosh Gjergj Nikolla, was born in Shkodra. In a letter of 12 January 1936 written to translator Skënder Luarasi (1900-1982) in Tirana, Migjeni announced, "I am about to send my songs to press. Since, while you were here, you promised that you would take charge of speaking to some publisher, ‘Gutemberg’ for instance, I would now like to remind you of this promise, informing you that I am ready." Two days later, Migjeni received the transfer he had earlier requested to the mountain village of Puka and on 18 April 1936 began his activities as the headmaster of the run-down school there. The clear mountain air did him some good, but the poverty and misery of the mountain tribes in and around Puka were even more overwhelming than that which he had experienced among the inhabitants of the coastal plain. Many of the children came to school barefoot and hungry, and...
2 poezii, 0 proze
Dan Moldoveanu
'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski
17 poezii, 0 proze
Chwoika
mă plictisesc. într-o zi așa urâtă chiar nu am ce face. melodia se repeta obsesiv. îmi place. mă gândesc la tine și pe ritmul agresiv al lui marylin manson încep sa mă ating. mâna mea coboară lasciv pe tot corpul. îmi imaginez că ești tu, iubire. mintea mi-o ia aiurea și m-i te imaginez la picioarele mele, sărutându-mă cum numai tu știi să o faci. mâinile tale mă ating peste tot, iar buzele tale moi mă alintă. Mâna mea alunecă… „ I don’t care if you don’t want me… ‘ Cause I’m yours, yours, yours anyhow… “ și nu mă interesează nimic. mă gândesc numai la mâinile tale fine, la săruturile fără sfârșit. închid ochii și mă pierd. deodată simt o mână. aș putea să o recunosc oriunde. mă privești curios și mă întrebi ce fac. mă rușinez… nu am mai făcut-o niciodată … - Mi-era dor de tine iubire… când ai venit ? nu spui nimic și îmi faci semn să continui. mi-e greu la început, dar intru în joc. continui să mă mângâi și din când în când îți arunc câte o privire. mă privești și îți umezești...
1 poezii, 0 proze
RRexusthe1st
Hello all,, I hope you do enjoin reading some stuff, take care guys and GOD Bless you all.
6 poezii, 0 proze
Bangau Cristina Simona
hmm... i can be whatever you want me to be... ...ador zilele de toamna tarzii, in care simt ca e ultima zi cu soare care va mai exista... cred ca intr-un final vom ajunge cu totii sa suferim de depresii, degradandu-ne treptat, pentru ca aceea entitate suprema sa poata savura momentul in care ne vom autodistruge prin combustie interna... imi place teatrul de calitate, lectura, intr-o zi in care s-a intrerupt electricitatea din cauza furtunii, la lumina unor lumanari pe cale sa se stinga. imi place sa cred ca exista sfarsitul lumii... lipsit de paradis totusi. as vrea sa pot crede in basme cu creaturi fantastice, in care mai exista o farama de speranta in zambetele schingiuite de caldaramurile mizerabile. cand voi simti prima urma de fericire adimensionala, nedistorsionata, ma voi arunca de pe o stanca, in speranta ca voi reusi sa strang in gheare, nemurirea. pana atunci, iubesc...un nu stiu ce, nedefinibil, pe o margine de banca deformata de imaginea soarelui oglindit in ghetarul pe...
1 poezii, 0 proze
Jimi Hendrix
La 27 noiembrie 1942 se naste la Seattle James Marshall Hendrix dintr-o familie in care s-a amestecat sange de alb, negru si rosu. La unsprezece ani, putin dupa moartea mamei sale, incepe sa cante la chitara. La 16 ani abandoneaza scoala si devine un muzician ratacitor. Ei, nu trubadur, nu, ci rythm&blues si rock’n’roll. Dupa ce face armata la parasutisti, la 21 de ani devine session man, adicatalea canta si el cu cine avea nevoie de un chitarist de acompaniament. In ‚65 isi face primul grup, dar nu are prea mare succes in America, asa ca un baiat dragut, Chas Chandler de la Animals il duce la Londinium, unde Jimi devine star. Dupa ce da niste albume tari gen „Are you experienced?”(‚67) sau „Electric Ladyland”(‚68) si dupa ce face istorie la Woodstock(‚69) si in insula Wight(‚70), Jimi moare din cauza unei supradoze in anul de gratie 1970. Daca va fascineaza chitara lui ca si pe mine, va invit sa-i cititi si versurile. Merita.
28 poezii, 0 proze
Jim Morrison
The facts are very simple. So simple that they might mislead you into thinking that the young man whose picture you see on this page is- well, a lot like a lot of other young men. But he isn`t. His full real name is James Douglas Morrison. He was born on December 8, 1943, in Melbourne, Fla.- which is near Cape Kennedy. Jim is six feet tall and has brown hair and haunting blue-grey eyes. After attending Florida State University, he moved to California, where he studied film-making at UCLA. Fortunately, he was side-tracked into the world of music (which had always held great interest for him) and he soon found himself the lead singer of a group called the Doors.
44 poezii, 0 proze
GSGheorghe Stanila
M-am născut în 1971, în mult iubitul oraș,Caransebeș din sud-vestul României. Eu, aici, acum și la vârsta asta, stiu cam târziu dar, "mai bine mai târziu, decât niciodată" ! Lăsați-mă vă rog să-mi împărtășesc visele cu voi ! Riddle…!!! Then, there, surreal dreams Yesterday, choices, regrets, rewards Now, here, reality, alive Tomorrow, opportunities, unknown, surprises Combine all of those, and, you get what else? ...than LIFE itself… So, lets: -dream, choose, live, cry, love, laugh, celebrate…LIVE YOUR LIFE! Don’t waste it!
4 poezii, 0 proze
Famous blue raincoat
de Leonard Cohen
It\'s four in the morning, the end of December I\'m writing you now just to see if you\'re better New York is cold, but I like where I\'m living There\'s music on Clinton Street all through the...
“Where Dreams Begin”
de Florin DeRoxas
We’ve got a picture “Where Dreams Begin”, I hold your hand And you deep within. You kissed me first For the rose I gave you, Then I kissed you back For just being you. I am so happy I cannot explain,...
Cyber Lesson Learned
de Ohm
A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by your absence. My mind...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 13 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary The funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together. I attended to all the ghastly formalities, and the urbane...
The Self-Seeker
de Robert Frost
Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...
IV
de El Grande Gringo
I=IV that's everyone we could find "get in! shut the door!" the mousy woman yelled as i was creeping in. a metaphor. an as she threw me out the door, offended, cursing at my metaphor, i crept a smile...
the end
de Jim Morrison
This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend The end of our elaborate plans The end of ev\'rything that stands The end No safety or surprise The end I\'ll never look into your...
A Page in the book of Destiny
de lidia
That day was like any other... or so I thought. Little did I know that in a spider\'s web I would be caught. Walking along the street a man was staring at me from the other side. Had I known what...
Dracula
de Bram Stoker
Chapter 21 - Dr. Seward\'s Diary 3 October. Let me put down with exactness all that happened, as well as I can remember it, since last I made an entry. Not a detail that I can recall must be...
The Death of the Hired Man
de Robert Frost
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...