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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have the wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for this pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups still full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Police
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Tea In The Sahara
My sisters and i
Have this wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please dont ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession
We want our tea in the sahara with you
We want our tea in the sahara with you
The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure
With a joy you could not measure
They would wait for him here
The same place every year
Beneath the sheltering sky
Across the desert he would fly
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
The sky turned to black
Would he ever come back?
They would climb a high dune
They would pray to the moon
But hed never return
So the sisters would burn
As their eyes searched the land
With their cups full of sand
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
Tea in the sahara with you
song performed by by Sting
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Thieves Look Holy
To fart is, of course, unpleasant.
To fart silently is to steal
The wind and escape as a thief.
A thief fights thieves to hide his thefts.
(26.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Breakfast Of The Old Farts
the old farts
did meet for breakfast
of coffee and cookies
and fish and rice
and a pomelo and camote chunks
and they all fart
and part and meet again
only to fart some more
this lunchtime.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brown Study from the Lowlands
My fart's in the Lowlands, my fart is not here,
My fart's in the Lowlands disgracing I fear -
embracing the oh dear, hear three in a row!
my fart's in the Lowlands, no place else to blow.
Farewell to the colon[y]'s whale of a gale,
the column of calor, one gale won from whale;
wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
my fart blows from private parts, I'm treasure trove cove.
Farewell from gust mounting high in the air;
Hello to disgust leading on to despair,
Hello ivy league bladderwort fount in puds;
Hello to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My fart's in the Lowlands, my fart is not here,
My fart's in the Lowlands disgracing I fear -
embracing the oh dear, three more in a row!
my fart blows from Lowlands, so little to show.
[c] Jonathan Robin parody Robert Burns My Heart's in the Highlands 1 July 2008 robi3_1781_burn3_0004 PXX_MXX
My Heart's In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Robert Burns - written 1789
tune- 'Failte na Miosg.'
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Sahara Ocean
The Sun scorching on the Sahara Ocean
Marvels at my delicate skin with a sun tan
It is a vast ocean of sand
Lying restfully in the scorching sun
Severe sand storms
Shower mud made shelters
As the sand moves south
This is the formidable Sahara
Occupied by religious scholars
Covered regularly in protective shawls
As they scrape the sands
Off their door steps
A peaceful sound
Announces spirituality
Allowing endless space for study
Only those with strength
Can survive this barren society
At night lingers a sophisticated sadness
While the burnt out brown skins
In the strange cold, gaze at the stars
Somewhere there is solitude
Lined up in silver clouded sands
The stylemark of the Sahara Ocean
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In Dismal Gorge
The lost can stay lost down here,
in laurel slicks, false-pathed caves.
Too much too soon disappears.
On creek banks clearings appear,
once homesteads. Nothing remains.
The lost can stay lost down here,
like Tom Clark's child, our worst fears
confirmed as we searched in vain.
Too much too soon disappears.
How often this is made clear
where cliff-shadows pall our days.
The lost can stay lost down here,
stones scattered like a river
in drought, now twice-buried graves.
Too much too soon disappears,
lives slip away like water.
We fill our Bibles with names.
The lost can stay lost down here.
Too much too soon disappears.
The Tuareg
A message of the Tuareg in the Sahara,
And of the heat of Africa that greets you;
But, you do have more stories for us to learn.
'Amen-Ra' and 'Hapi' to the Egyptians,
And of the copies made to the whole world!
But this message of the Tuareg is here to stay.
Greetings to the camel market in Cairo!
And of the sand's storm over the delta of the Nile;
But, let us love the salt water around us.
The salt of West Africa,
And of the caravans of camels on the Sahara;
But, i will keep on moving with the gladiators in my mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Silly; Gross: Fart!
Having just exclaimed 'what can I write about? ' I heard a muffled noise,
...followed by a pungent cheesy smell which FEW of your ilk enjoys.
Now farts have gotten a bad reputation....along with burps and belches.
In our society they are THINGS...which a more 'polite' person often squelches.
And I'd say I'm one of the 'more polite'...in my normal daily life; that is except when I'm alone...with my loving, understanding WIFE.
Why even my wife farts on rare occasions.....Don't let her know I've told.
But she generally does it behind a CLOSED door. Unlike me, …she's not so bold.
So 'FART' is what I'll write about tonight, .... stretched out in this chair.
You'll excuse me please if I let one loose...though it MAY foul the air.
Farts come in at least four varieties. I'm sure you all know THAT.
I could break it down to sub-varieties, but I'll KEEP those in my hat.
First there are farts that are quiet and smelly. Not my cup of tea.
At least one should make some noise....so others won't HAVE TO SAY 'not ME'.
Then there are those quiet but NOT smelly; I think women mostly do those.
They give off nothing obnoxious….. to offend your ears or nose.
There are noisy farts that are also smelly. Some would say they're WORST OF ALL.
There are noisy farts that are NOT smelly, ...some like a bugle call.
I've heard of 'farting posts'....used in competitions, ....and
I've heard of using cigarette lighters...to ignite fart emissions.
I've been around dogs that fart and I guess some cows do too.
Probably lots of species fart (now and then) ...not just a FEW.
I believe what's behind all farts...is simply what we.....eat.
If you eat too much or the 'wrong thing'....you MAY be blown....OFF your feet.
Personally that's never happened to me. I'm not lying; ....it's really TRUE.
No 'Captain Ahab' has ever said of me: 'My god! There he blew! '
poem by Bri Edwards
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Love
is it new, is it old
is it something sahara can hold
is it you, is it me
is it something sahara can see
jump in the middle of something you want it to be
was it love at first sight
did you have to think about it twice
what's the word, what's the deal
was it love in an automobile
jump in the middle of something you wanted to feel
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
is it new, is it old
is it something sahara should know
is it you, is it me
in the future sahara will see
we'll jump in the middle of something we wanna believe
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world [daddy's ok, things are so effecient]
we want love all over the world [kids are allright watching television]
we want love all over the world [momma's ok , her dress is really bitchin']
we want love all over the world [everything cool when she's in the kitchen]
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world [daddy's ok, things are so effecient]
we want love all over the world [kids are allright watching television]
we want love all over the world [momma's ok , her dress is really bitchin']
we want love all over the world [everything cool when she's in the kitchen]
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
we want love all over the world
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Harmattan
Sahara desert is coming with its dry wind
Dry wind that desiccates the skin
See it come with its cold wind
Cold wind that makes oil sleep in tin
It comes to dry the lips
To force the lips to tear
Then the tongue licks the lips
To reduce its burden to bear
Sahara desert is here with its moistless wind
Our fields are loosing its fresh foliage
Our moist soil is now arid and drained
It makes all things look its old age
The young wrinkles like the old
And their future old nature unfold
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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Snowfall On The Sahara
Your love like wine
Tasting sweeter to me everyday
Your kiss, divine and it melts the cold inside away
All of my life Ive been waiting for a love like this
And now that youre here, romance is just a second away
Its gonna stay
Till the snowfalls on the sahara and the sun freezes over
Till the mojave red turns into blue
When my lungs get tired of breathing
And my heart stops its beating
Then Ill stop loving you
And if the dark, when theres no one calling out your name
Well Ill hold you so tight
And Ill whisper to you once again and again
When the snowfalls on the sahara and the sun freezes over
When the mojave red turns into blue
When the musics no longer playing and the faithless stop praying
Ill stop loving you
When the snowfalls on the sahara (oh, oh)
And the sun freezes over
When the mojave red turns into blue (thats a long time)
When my lungs get tired of breathing
And my heart stops its beating
Ill stop loving you
I dont wanna miss a single heartbeat
Sometimes my words get in the way
But I hear your love just fine---
Just fine-----
And its gonna take a long time
When the snowfalls on the sahara and the sun freezes over
When the mojave red turns into blue (thats a long time)
When the musics no longer playing and the faithless stop praying
Ill stop loving you
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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O L D F A R T H O O D
No, of course I don’t…
I mean, who’d want to be
a mere two scornful words
in a stand-up comic’s
patronising patter…
‘The other day, at the ticket office,
there was this old fart in front of me…’
…just you wait, young man,
until your sciatica, arthritis and rheumatism
feel the cold and wet today; your
toupée (always good for a visual laugh)
has blown off, your dentures have
just cracked into a plastic cleft palate,
the battery’s just gone in your hearing aid,
and you left your walking stick
by your seat in the bus or tube in panic
when you couldn’t find that place
no longer there, where you used
to spend a penny…
and you’re hoping to clear up
with that immigrant ticket clerk
(not the best job for him, surely?)
which of the wildly variant twelve fare systems would apply
to the ticket to visit your married daughter, where
you might or might not stay the night…
no of course I don’t…
but the camera, which never lies,
has lost patience with me..
its expensive self-focus system
registers ‘old fart’ – quite possibly
uses some built-in stock image…
and even if some prestigious
occasion requires a photo credit
and one goes to a ‘studio photographer’
of ever-increasing price,
hoping they’ll catch some firmness
of a feature, some line of wise concern,
an eye betokening a life well lived,
some profile signifying gravitas…
but no…often now,
I see my face above some article
in an in-flight or a waiting-room magazine,
read it in self-congratulation or self-disdain,
think, I don’t remember writing that…
then realise, it’s by some other
identical old fart, grinning vacantly,
ingratiatingly, shapeless of any feature,
devoid of any mystery of shadow,
hoping that the editor
will remember these wise words of age..
but no… so here’s
one old fart
issuing another…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Just A Mirage
He knows his end is near
He thinks
There is a river flowing
In the Sahara
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vastness
I saw the
Sahara
Desert
When
I went to
Africa
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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He knows his end is near
He dreams last night that
There is a big river flowing
In the Sahara
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'd like to think I'd never do a gratuitous fart joke.
quote by Harold Ramis
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My philosophy of dating is to just fart right away.
quote by Jenny McCarthy
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