Long Scarborough Poems

 La Fête foraine de Scarborough (La Version complète)
 
      For the medieval English poet and Simon and Garfunkel 
-	In admiration -

Allez-vous à Scarborough fête foraine ?
(Sur la côte d'une...

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A man living in Tobago 
but he was born in Trinidad 
he loves his next door neighbor 
this is his story it might be funny or sad 

he really loves this woman 
he cant live...

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La Fête foraine de Scarborough

    For the anonymous medieval poet

and Simon & Garfunkel - in admiration

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Are You Dreaming of Winning a Race?
(After "Scarborough Fair" by Simon and Garfunkle)

Are you dreaming of winning a race,
Harley, Sym, Suzuki, Triumph!
Find sweet success when you win the great chase.
You once flew like the wind...

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Our image of a future saint after his exit
this wonderful man we knew could fix it,
so generous with his time and finance
full of vigour, love, respect and romance,
to hospital patients a most welcome relation
gracious, certainly...

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Trinidad 

My island in the sun
Where my birthright belongs
My ancestors sail from far
... And there I was born

They came from India
Across the oceans
Work in the cane fields
And the plantation

Bring their curry spices 
And Indian recipes...

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ARE YE GOING TO MARRY THAT WITCH OF A DAME - Counterfeiting the CANTICLE by T. Wignesan

(With self-lacerating apologies and scathing penance to that great troubador medieval English poet who longed for his lovely lass...

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Whitby is a great little town 
Nearby Scarborough is too noisy by far
Here at Whitby. you can sit around
On the beach dreaming of castles afar

To Transylvania, to the castle of Bran
Where. I saw a vision...

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I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!

So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He...

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Now this is a little story of the caravan that rocked
Whether parked in roadside lay-bys, the locals were never shocked

They travelled from the Highlands and motored so far and wide
Exercising their freedom, oh my! that...

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October the 8th we said our goodbyes .
Im Still left sat here wondering why.
But today I'll come up to your tree.
And think of all the good memories.
How you kissed it better when I got hurt.
How...

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Don't Give Up



The earth once teemed and buzzed with life

Then came the spear, the gun, and knife

And man who once was kind and just

Gave way to greed, to want, and lust


He had to have all...

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The war was finally over,
so Parsley, Sage, Rosemary
and Thyme were all waiting 
in anticipation by the clover,
standing in the town square
all dressed up to the nines,
wearing their bodice gowns and
bonnets trimmed with lace and ribbons,
and...

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It’s mine.

Not the shooting in the bus that killed their brothers.
Not to avenge.
It’s mine.

But I pray that our leader just give it away.
It’s just mine.
The creatures thrive in most waters anyway.
I fear that if these...

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fewer …

stars there are
in the heart of heaven
than the myriad ripples of brine that
gently placed me here -
tender tongues of tide that tossed me
and polished my bark away
shaped me smooth from jagged -
turned from beast,...

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He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic way
Following the coastal road
On to Robin Hood's Bay.

The very place...

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My dream has come true,
Today the greatest day of my life,
Turning over the opened sign,
Yes! I thought! It’s my cafe, 
My own place!
Right on the busy seaside edge,
Scarborough people love to come,
With beautiful views,
Everything ready!...

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•Humbly Bound Together•

Sitting calm and still, the atmospheres vibrant and warming. I'm not alone, when just the thought of you is so alarming. We're so close, yet we go the farthest, a true desire granted....

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205. She was my dreamer weave, roaming grace in my dreamland
                      Unbridled a mystic...

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Gesturing, in the scarborough fair,
Behind the ears, tucking those black and white hair, he shall eat the pain and fight the fear... 

The black nails which outgrow from his white hands, lets the people stand...

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With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari...

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EVENING FAIR (sing to Scarborough Fair)

Crust of bread and strawberries red
Cheese and wine will go to your head
And when you dance    the room becomes magic
Step and whirl at Blithe County Fair

Warm the...

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