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A Copper
I once knew a cop by the name of Pete
A copper, a copper
His manners were perfect and couldn't be beat
Was proper, was proper
He was a nice guy--
Couldn't hurt a small fly
Without him, the force: incomplete.
This copper was really the nicest I knew
So pleasant, so pleasant
I'd always give Peter the finest I'd brew
A present, a present
He'd say, "Hi!" with a smile,
Make my life worthwhile
We were friends -- Inseparable, us two.
But on one summer morning, while out on his beat,
Discerning, discerning
An average day, aside from the heat
Was burning! Was burning!
He found a drunk driver
A prison survivor
Out on bail, but he'd catch this cheat!
And so he began a high-speed chase
He's speeding! He's speeding!
He pulled the car over and won the race
Succeeding! Succeeding!
But to his surprise,
Before his own eyes,
The man floored it and sped out of the place.
He found the car crashed a mile down the road
On fire! On fire!
The driver was dead: croaked like a toad
A pyre! A pyre!
But under the
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Literature
That Rainy Day
All is dulled
in shades of blue
grey, and black
Slight lines
Very slight lines
fall, wetting the sidewalk.
Dew gathers again on garden leaves
Dew, like in the morning
when the very tips of the sun's fingers
gently touch upon them.
The leaves turn a deeper green
A livelier green
while the rest of the world runs,
hides from the rain.
I walk out,
I let the rain wash me away.
Rain pitter-patters again
on the sidewalk,
splashing,
making small ripples in the puddles.
It runs down my face,
wetting my hair
Dampening my clothes
but I don't care.
Rain, don't leave
Don't come again another day
Keep falling,
Keep washing everything away.
Dancing across the lawn
Feeling the rain on my face
the mud on my toes
cleansed,
blissful
and happy
with the simple joy
of being purified
One again, with myself.
Down gutters
Down streets
The rain gathers in pools,
only to be drained away.
I see the sunlight again
peering from between the clouds.
And so I walk inside, towel myself off
And wait for that rainy day a
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Night Music
Crickets chirp,
mosquitoes buzz,
bullfrogs croak in the distance.
Footsteps sound--
The crunch of grass
The rustle of leaves.
I stride over the shaded green,
silent,
gliding across the meadow.
Shadows conceal my face
from the full moon,
but I have nothing to hide.
I come,
my soul laid bare
under the night sky,
beneath the stars' unbiased judgment.
I raise my arm and beckon
The crickets cease their cacophony.
And when I lower it
their sound begins anew.
I let the night music flow around me
Let my nocturne drift up to the sky.
I direct my song upwards, set it free,
Hold it up so it can fly.
Violins and cellos
sound through the night breeze,
a steady, chirping ostinato.
Beautiful, ornate,
exquisite, resplendent
Colors of melody flow and ebb
like the ocean tide.
A percussive buzz cuts through the night
A splash of sunlight
on the moonwashed leaves.
A flare of sound
Bold fanfares thunder--
Boom!
The wind ruffles my hair
and the moon illuminates my eyes.
They shine hazel
with the spark of li
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I once knew a cop by the name of Pete
A copper, a copper
His manners were perfect and couldn't be beat
Was proper, was proper
He was a nice guy--
Couldn't hurt a small fly
Without him, the force: incomplete.

This copper was really the nicest I knew
So pleasant, so pleasant
I'd always give Peter the finest I'd brew
A present, a present
He'd say, "Hi!" with a smile,
Make my life worthwhile
We were friends -- Inseparable, us two.

But on one summer morning, while out on his beat,
Discerning, discerning
An average day, aside from the heat
Was burning! Was burning!
He found a drunk driver
A prison survivor
Out on bail, but he'd catch this cheat!

And so he began a high-speed chase
He's speeding! He's speeding!
He pulled the car over and won the race
Succeeding! Succeeding!
But to his surprise,
Before his own eyes,
The man floored it and sped out of the place.

He found the car crashed a mile down the road
On fire! On fire!
The driver was dead: croaked like a toad
A pyre! A pyre!
But under the rubble
There was yet more trouble:
A girl, trapped under the load.

The girl screamed shrilly with obvious pain
And fear! And fear!
Unable to help her, though it was a strain
To hear! To hear!
But what could he do?
It's not like he knew
Can't just wait for the weather to rain.

He couldn't approach her though he wanted to try
The heat! The heat!
A crowd gathered 'round, watched the smoke drift to the sky
Poor Pete! Poor Pete
Stood in front of the mob
But all heard, with a sob
The girl scream that she wanted to die.

He couldn't just kill her: That'd be a crime!
The law, the law
But to let her suffer: Not worth a dime!
A flaw, a flaw
Decisions to make,
Lives to take,
And still the girl screamed all this time.

And so the crowd shouted with no lack of breath,
"Just kill her! Just kill her!"
He stood, indecisive, just like Macbeth
A pillar, a pillar
Didn't know what to do,
And as he thought it through,
She screamed as she burned to her death.

And after what happened in poor Peter's tale
So tragic, so tragic
That cop quit work, disappeared without a trail
Like magic, like magic
Poor Peter's gone
They say he's withdrawn
Some have searched, but to no avail.

But you see the man there who looks like a flop-er?
The drunkie, the drunkie
Who'll drink beer after beer 'till he's out full and proper?
The junkie, the junkie
I knew that man, once
Wasn't always a dunce:
I tell ya, he once was a copper.
A Copper
Written in 2009

Inspired by a true story
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All is dulled
in shades of blue
grey, and black
Slight lines
Very slight lines
fall, wetting the sidewalk.
Dew gathers again on garden leaves
Dew, like in the morning
when the very tips of the sun's fingers
gently touch upon them.

The leaves turn a deeper green
A livelier green
while the rest of the world runs,
hides from the rain.
I walk out,
I let the rain wash me away.

Rain pitter-patters again
on the sidewalk,
splashing,
making small ripples in the puddles.
It runs down my face,
wetting my hair
Dampening my clothes
but I don't care.

Rain, don't leave
Don't come again another day
Keep falling,
Keep washing everything away.

Dancing across the lawn
Feeling the rain on my face
the mud on my toes
cleansed,
blissful
and happy
with the simple joy
of being purified
One again, with myself.

Down gutters
Down streets
The rain gathers in pools,
only to be drained away.

I see the sunlight again
peering from between the clouds.
And so I walk inside, towel myself off
And wait for that rainy day again.
That Rainy Day
Written in 2008

Inspired by Stan Kenton's arrangement of "Here's That Rainy Day"
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Grillen zwitschern
Mücken summen
Ochsenfrösche krächzen aus der Ferne.
Schritte ertönen--
Das Knarren des Grases
Das Geknister der Blätter.

Ich schreite aus der schattierten Grünfläche,
geräuscharm,
spazierte aus dem Tal hervor.
Schatten verschleiern mein Gesicht
von dem Vollmond,
aber ich habe nichts zu verstecken.
Ich komme,
meine Seele legt bloß
unter dem Nachthimmel,
unter dem unverfälschten Beurteilen der Sterne.

Ich hebe meinen Arm und gestikuliere
Die Grillen hören ihre Kakophonie auf.
Und wann ich ihn tieflege
ihr Geräusch beginnt neu.

Ich gestatte der Nachmusik um mich herum zu fließen
Gestatte meine Nocturne zu dem Himmel zu driften.
Ich weise mein Lied aufwärts an, mache es frei,
Hebe es aufwärts, so dass es fliegen kann.

Geigen und Cellos
schallen durch die nächtliche Brise,
ein beständiger Ostinato aus Zwitschern
Großartig, kunstvoll
herrlich, schön
Farben aus Melodie fließen
wie Ebbe und Flut.

Ein erschütterndes Summen durchörtert die Nacht
Ein Spritzer aus Sonnenlicht
auf den mondhellen Blättern.
Eine Aufhellung aus Geräusch--
Dreiste Fanfaren donnern,
Bumm!

Der Wind zerrauft meine Haare
Und der Mond hellt meine Augen auf.
Sie glänzen haselnussbraun
mit dem Lebenszeichen
dann sind sie abermals verdeckt.

Ich strecke die Hand nach dem Taktstock des Dirigenten aus
seine raue Baumrinde feucht mit der Nachtbetauung.
Seine Spitze schaukelt mit dem Takt
Flüssig,
mit Ausdrucksfähigkeit,
die humane Wörter nicht wissen.

Ich gestatte der Nachmusik um mich herum zu fließen
Gestatte meine Nocturne zu dem Himmel zu driften.
Ich weise mein Lied aufwärts an, mache es frei,
Hebe es aufwärts, so dass es fliegen kann.

Ich gestatte das Musik mich mitzuführen,
gestatte es mir mich zu neue Welten zu schleppen
Befremdende Welten, andersartige Welten
Merkwürdig, aber gewohnt.

Ich singe unter dem blauen Himmel
Unterhalb außerirdischer Sonnen,
aufwärts in die Nacht.
Ich tanze durch schöne Farben,
Fuchtele meine Armen,
tanze mit der perfekten Geliebten.

Wir umarmen uns.

Ich leben an hoheitsvolle Seen
in grausame Dschungel
In Romanzen
in Tragödien.
Ich lebe glücklich und zufrieden
während der Takt durch meinen Körper klopft
während die Rhythmen meinen Rucken abwärts tanzen.

Ich gestatte der Nachmusik um mich herum zu fließen
Gestatte meine Nocturne zu dem Himmel zu driften.
Ich kann kaum wiedererkennen, was ich sehe.
Alle ist abermals neu,
neu vor dem geistigen Auge.

. . .

Grillen zwitschern
Mücken summen
Ochsenfrösche krächzen aus der Ferne.
Schritte ertönen--
Das Knarren des Grases,
Das Geknister der Blätter
verklingt zu einem langsamen Fine.

Dann verbeuge ich mich
zu meinem Hörerkreis von Blättern und Bäumen
Vor stillen Teichen und friedlichen Lilien.
Ich lasse den Zweig herunter, den ich die ganze Zeit hatte,
gestatte ihm auf das Gras zu fallen
ohne eine reifliche Überlegung,
ohne ein Geräusch.
Meine Haare verschleiern mein Gesicht
vor meinem Beurteiler
und meinen Kritikern,
der Mond und den Sternen.
Ein einzelner Leuchtkäfer glüht aus der Ferne.
Alles ist still.
Alles ist geräuscharm.

Danach--
ohne ein Wort
ohne einen mündlichen Befehl oder ein Stichwort--
Spielt mein Orchester
seine Nachtmusik um mich herum.
Nachtmusik
Written in 2008

Read the original [here]

Translated to German for a school project.
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Crickets chirp,
mosquitoes buzz,
bullfrogs croak in the distance.
Footsteps sound--
The crunch of grass
The rustle of leaves.

I stride over the shaded green,
silent,
gliding across the meadow.
Shadows conceal my face
from the full moon,
but I have nothing to hide.
I come,
my soul laid bare
under the night sky,
beneath the stars' unbiased judgment.

I raise my arm and beckon
The crickets cease their cacophony.
And when I lower it
their sound begins anew.

I let the night music flow around me
Let my nocturne drift up to the sky.
I direct my song upwards, set it free,
Hold it up so it can fly.

Violins and cellos
sound through the night breeze,
a steady, chirping ostinato.
Beautiful, ornate,
exquisite, resplendent
Colors of melody flow and ebb
like the ocean tide.

A percussive buzz cuts through the night
A splash of sunlight
on the moonwashed leaves.
A flare of sound
Bold fanfares thunder--
Boom!

The wind ruffles my hair
and the moon illuminates my eyes.
They shine hazel
with the spark of life
and then they hide again.

I reach over and grab my baton,
its rough bark slick with the night dew.
Its tip sways to the beat
Fluid,
with expression
that human words do not know.

I let the night music flow around me
Let my nocturne drift up to the sky.
I direct my song upwards, set it free,
Hold it up so it can fly.

I let the music take me
I let it carry me forwards,
let it pull me to new worlds.
Strange worlds, different worlds
Odd, yet familiar.

I sing my soul under blue skies
Under alien suns,
up into the night.
I dance through a field of colors,
Wave my arms,
waltz with the one I love
My true and only love.

We embrace.

I live on majestic seas
in ferocious jungles
in romance
in tragedy.
I live happily ever after
time and time again
as the beat washes over me
as the rhythms dance down my spine.

I let the night music flow around me
Let my nocturne play up to the sky.
I hardly recognize the sights I see
All is new again,
refreshed in my mind's eye.

. . .

Crickets chirp,
mosquitoes buzz,
bullfrogs croak in the distance.
Footsteps sound,
my footsteps--
The crunch of grass,
The rustle of leaves
fades away to a slow fine.

And then I bow
to my audience of leaves and trees
Of still ponds and peaceful lilies.
I drop the twig I've been holding all this time,
let it land on the grass without a second thought,
without a sound.
My hair conceals my face
from my judge
and my critics,
the moon and the stars.
A lone firefly lights its lantern in the distance.
All is still.
All is quiet.

Then, without a word,
without verbal command or cue,
my orchestra
plays its night music around me.
Night Music
Written in 2008
Winner of the PTA Reflections National Award of Merit in 2010

There is beauty all around us. All you have to do is listen.

[auf Deutsch]
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Tentatively,
Hesitantly.
I remained anchored
On steady ground
On steady, boring ground.
What left is there
In lands already traversed?
With a deep breath
But without confidence
I plunge forward.

Seven.

I give myself to the wind.
I wonder to myself
I worry
I ponder,
Unsure of myself.
Did I do the right thing?
I gulp
But I keep my eyes open.
Wide open.

Six.

The exhilaration,
The thrills,
The lingering doubt.
My eyes begin to water
But I keep them open.
I want to see through
The whole ride,
The entire experience.

Five.

There is no looking back.
No looking back
To the life I left behind.
Onwards I go,
Always progressing forwards.
Onwards I go,
Seeking peace.

Four.

The wind in my face
The gust, blowing
My hair, billowing backwards.
Time flies by
But the world
Stands perfectly still.

Three.

There is a smile on my face.
I know where I am going.
I let myself go.
I soar onwards,
My fate without a doubt.

Two.

My fate is sealed.
There is only one direction
That my life can go.
I plunge forward.

One.

I close my eyes.
Now I know what it truly means
To fly.
Seven Seconds
Written back in 2007

Sometimes, you just need to have faith in yourself and take that leap forward, no matter how scary it may seem.

. . .

It wasn't until 2014 that I finally found the help I needed. That's seven years, plus seven more leading up to it, of pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Seriously if you find yourself identifying with this work at all, please tell someone you trust. There are many wonderful people out there who want nothing less than to see you back on your feet and walking with your own strength. And if someone close to you is struggling, please let them know that you will be there to support them no matter what, and find them the help they need!

/soapbox
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Foxfeather248 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for the watch! :)
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Hi! Thanks for the watch.
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No problem! ^^
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