He who brings firewood infected with maggots in his house should not complain when lizards start visiting him.
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A Firewood House
living on a firewood
house one gets to understand well
the essence of conflagration
a spark
a flint if taken for granted
can cause
what you do not expect to happen at all
so do not ever talk about
a matchbox
or even a candlelight
it will be too dangerous
to dream about you
you're hot
and flaming
and you may want a light
after a tryst
i guess once is enough
of you
the firewood house is about to burn itself
and soon i will be
lying helpless along the road
enough
of this ash
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Will Teach?
have you ever
built a house,
plowed a field,
cut firewood,
caught a fish,
and cooked it over
your own fire?
have your children?
what happens when
it all falls down,
and we have to start over?
who knows how to survive?
and who will teach others?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Visiting Aunts
This is a memory from my childhood, when I was about Nine years old.
The visiting Aunts have come through the door,
They haven't been here for six months or more,
Their presence is such an incredible bore,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts are so out of date,
I soon noticed that when they came through the gate,
Their dresses date back to nineteen-o-eight,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts have kisses that smother,
With whiskery chins as one will discover,
Each one is just as bad as the other,
Well I think so!
The visiting Aunts look all around our place,
Tutting and waving their hands, so the lace
Which encircles their wrists shakes a pace,
Why don't they go!
The visiting Aunts are staying to tea,
They're both very fat and will eat more than me,
There'll be nothing left, just you wait and see,
I told you so!
The visiting Aunts they gossip away,
About this and that and 'not in our day',
They never will listen to what others say,
I really feel low!
The visiting Aunts say it's a disgrace,
The way I'm allowed to get dirt on my face,
And go running around with an undone shoelace,
Well, I can't tie a bow!
The visiting Aunts have had 'forty winks',
Mother had said they will go soon, she thinks,
They're both motionless like a couple of sphinx,
Why don't they go!
The visiting Aunts are off down the lane,
Thank goodness they've gone now, they're really a pain, .
I hope that they never visit again,
Please, days go slow!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Nuclear Infected
I'm nuclear infected
I really don't mind
I just go out when the sun goes down
And have a real good time.
I can clear out any ballgame
In a minute and a half
Just show up - glow up
And have a real good laugh
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
I'm nuclear infected
Really ain't that bad
In fact it's about the best time
I guess I ever had
I'm nuclear infected
Looking for a mate
So slip on something lead, babe
And go out on a date
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue, yeah
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
Nuclear infected....... don't make me angry
Nuclear infected....... don't make shake
Nuclear infected....... don't get me to sneeze
Nuclear infected....... that's a big mistake
I want to live on Three Mile Island
Where things are clean and neat
'Cause we don't have no health freaks
Clutterin' up our streets
I'm nuclear infected, I need something to eat
A China Syndrome Salad with plutonium and cheese.
When I'm happy I glow yellow
When I'm sad I glow blue
And I glow red hot when I'm in bed with you
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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[03] House Lizards
Two house lizards— hugging
Under florescent lamp
Making love— love stops at lust
Lust is the last station— get down
East-west-north-south beckoning
Let's move— but where is home
Homeless soul— run and run
Floating imagination poetic cool
Summer follows— to blaze
Like house lizards— confined
Within love-lust boundary
Fortune burns life effectively
Poem 08
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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Us And Our Dreams
we have enough
firewood
to feed a fire
for our
long night
together
now we must
sleep and dream
about firewood
still?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From Russia Infected
Seen the man?
New disease
Everybodys infected.
Seen the man?
Hell storm your heart
Everybody believes.
Seen the man?
Sly new game
Kiss another cute baby.
Seen the man?
No war machine
So everybody wants peace?
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
Ive been looking for something
But it just gets harder
I could look for ever
What am I going to do.
Storm the heart
Boy threw up
Everybodys disgusted.
Storm the heart
Girl went down
Everybody looked shocked.
Storm the heart
New young thing
Everybodys obsession.
Storm the heart
levi jeans
Think its cool to kill.
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
One more reason
One more lie.
Dreams are cruel
This is life
It replaced religion.
Change your mind
Make it mine
Everybody looks sad.
Dirty film
Ten years old
This is russia infected.
Party time
Time runs out
Everybody go home.
Everybodys infected
Everybody believes.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Come Get Some
[Lil Jon]
We gon' start this thing off right (say what?)
We got the Dirty South in the house tonight
We gon' start this thing off right (say what?)
We got the ATL in the house tonight
We gon' start this thing off right (say what?)
We got some sexy ladies in the house tonight
We gon' start this thing off right (say what?)
We got TLC in the house tonight
Chorus:
Baby, if I drop it down to the ground
Then put it in your face, now what'chu gon' do?
Shorty, if I shake it then turn around
Then back it up on ya, what'chu gon' do?
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, come get some
If you want some, shorty come
song performed by by TLC
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Regret
Maybe Ive forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone Ive ever known
Its nothing I regret
Save it for another day
Its the school exam and the kids have run away
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine
I wouldnt even trust you
Ive not got much to give
Were dealing in the limits
And we dont know who with
You may think that Im out of hand
That Im naive, Ill understand
On this occasion, its not true
Look at me, Im not you
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess thats what they all say
Just before they fall apart
song performed by by New Order
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We Complain
We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain
I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough
We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain
People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain
People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain
poem by Bianca Edwards
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Friendship increases in visiting friends, but in visiting them seldom.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Complain
I can sing about love lost
But what if there's no love to lose?
If everyday I saw sunshine
And it never rained the blues
If my fears were tears
I wonder would they fall
If a smile could stretch a mile
Even if I had no money at all
But I'm willin' to take
Whatever life brings
Cause you're the only one
Who seems to know me
And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn't complain at all
I can dream about tommorrow
If it's still today
I'd wear down my knees every night
Even if I had no hands to pray
If my friends were dead and gone
Leavin' me here alone
Could I depend on some spirit
To ease me when my soul's on its own
If my eyes were blind
And I couldn't feel at all to see
Nothin' in this world but you complete me
And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn't complain at all
Come back to me
If you just wanna hang out with the boys
I wouldn't complain
I wouldn't make a fuss
No not a noise
I wouldn't complain
Leave your socks on the dresser
And not in the drawer
I wouldn't complain
Just as well if you wanna watch your favorite sport
song performed by by Tweet from Southern Hummingbird
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The Maggots in my Meatloaf
The maggots in my meatloaf,
Often cause me too much strife.
They take advantage of me,
And they need to get a life!
The fattest one he asked me...
'May I have a piece of ham?
Will you make some fish and chips?
Or a little leg of lamb? '
The skinny one she asked me...
'Could you spare a yummy yam?
Do you have extra ketchup?
Are you out of red plum jam? '
The maggots in my meatloaf,
They sure have a lot of nerve!
I don't mind if they eat here...
But my kitchen is SELF-SERVE! ! !
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Past a house
We yesterday
drove past a house
near a shopping centre
and at the front wall
the plaster was broken,
the garden that was something
at a time
was treaded to pieces
and left uncared.
The front door hanged decaying
and when my eyes
walked down the corridor
some of the ceiling was missing,
and the wooden floor
was being used for firewood
It seemed as if the house
was now really becoming a ruin
and a naked black toddler
were crawling outside
and a very thin dog
looked as if it never got food
and my darling said:
“We stayed here at a time
and once this house
belonged to us
and it was a beautiful place
and just see how it looks now.”
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Doves
The house where I was born,
Where I was young and gay,
Grows old amid its corn,
Amid its scented hay.
Moan of the cushat dove,
In silence rich and deep;
The old head I love
Nods to its quiet sleep.
Where once were nine and ten
Now two keep house together;
The doves moan and complain
All day in the still weather.
What wind, bitter and great,
Has swept the country's face,
Altered, made desolate
The heart-remembered place ?
What wind, bitter and wild,
Has swept the towering trees
Beneath whose shade a child
Long since gathered heartease ?
Under the golden eaves
The house is still and sad,
As though it grieves and grieves
For many a lass and lad.
The cushat doves complain
All day in the still weather;
Where once were nine or ten
But two keep house together.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself.
quote by Harold Brodkey
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On A Plain (Live) (10 Jan 92 Soundcheck, MTV Studios, NYC)
Nirvana- On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that I scratched 'til I bled
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
My brother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say
It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
One more special message to go
And then I'm done then I can go home
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
song performed by by Nirvana
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Hopeless poem
They say hope is good
- hope is the house
in which faith dwells,
faith that swears by god.
I say desire is the house
from which all seeds
called hope,
in mortal clusters sprout.
If desires are dead maggots
hopes the bad eggs,
faith is an empty cauldron
from where no steam rise.
Saranyan BV © October 2011
poem by Saranyan Bee
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Cauldron with no Steam
They say hope is good
- hope is the house
in which faith dwells,
faith that swears by god.
I say desire is the house
from of which all seeds
called hope,
in mortal clusters sprout.
If desires are dead maggots
hopes the bad eggs,
faith is an empty cauldron
from where no steam rises.
Saranyan BV © October 2011
poem by Saranyan Bee
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Jaundiced Eye
Black is beautiful, white is so pure
Can you see a difference? all I sees a blur
Is one color a virtue how can you be sure
Ignorance the disease education the cure
So how can you say that your proud of your race
Proud of your bender
Or proud of your faith
Fascism racism all starts out the same
Stop feeding the fire and smother the flame
Some people are smarter than others so dumb
The reason behind this a cultural one
And greatness isnt carried by blood
So get off your high horse
Youre no better than us
All seems infected that the infected spy
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye
Youre the infected you can never deny
Youre arrogant, youre insolent, youre living a lie
song performed by by NOFX
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