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Gliding In The Air
A bird is wrestling the wind with its feathers,
Even then the flight is smooth, as smooth as the air.
Best of the eagles are against the flight of others,
Eventually they look like a mouth, as smooth as the air.
A strange spectacle has been captured in the rain,
After a bird, not reptile, does fly south, as smooth as the air.
When strangers bespeak a multifarious journey through the air,
I gather it is more than just levitation or youth, as smooth as the air.
I love the young journey to the east,
A happy rhythm up north, as smooth as the air.
Why do we hesitate to look powerful?
When we glide in the sky, as smooth as the air.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Smooth
i want words
to be smooth
smoothly said
and smoothly
understood
like rum sliding
in my throat
directly inside
my belly
smooth as tiles
on the floor
effervescent as
your breath in
my mouth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Microphone Fiend
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, yes yall!
They tried to take it, and say that Im too small
Cool, cause I dont get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brothers done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?
Im raging, ripping up the stage and
Dont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz its sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You cant solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone thats thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And Ill put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, its the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people aint stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When Im fiending for a microphone.
Cause I take it to the maximum, I cant relax see, im
Hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke
More than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
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Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Kiss Me Red
I could paint your picture in the sky tonight
Your lipstick on the moon it shines so bright
Baby its full and white
Honey its full tonight
(chorus 1)
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
I could paint your picture in my room tonight
Your bodys on my mind its clear and bright
Oh but youre far away
And what I wouldnt pay
(chorus 2)
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
Its black out
And Im alone in the dark
But light a candle to replace your heart
What I wouldnt give to have you here in my bed
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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A Day In Your Lifetime...
make a day
like an embroidered
handkerchief
personalized for your
favorite kid
the colors mix
blue sky
golden sunrise
green fields of hay
shimmering
glossy streams
at the left side
there is a red breasted bird
chirping
all silk
smooth so smooth like
your love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Success can make you go one of two ways. It can make you a prima donna - or it can smooth the edges, take away the insecurities, let the nice things come out.
quote by Barbara Walters
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Your Woulda Be Smooth
If you treat me decently,
I'd be the last one to scratch your number.
If you treat me decently,
I'd put the sandpaper to rough lumber.
If you treat me decently...
Your woulda be smooth.
If you treat me decently,
I'd be the last one to scratch your number.
If you treat me decently,
I'd put the sandpaper to rough lumber.
If you treat me decently...
Your woulda be smooth.
No shoulda coulda.
Your woulda be smooth.
No suit too loose.
Your woulda be smooth.
No loot to boot.
Your woulda be smooth.
And you can do anything you wish to do,
Cause...
Your woulda be smooth!
If you wanna stay cute,
You've gotta keep your mouth muted.
And...
your woulda be smooth.
If you treat me decently,
I'd be the last one to scratch your number.
If you treat me decently,
I'd put the sandpaper to rough lumber.
If you treat me decently...
Your woulda be smooth.
No shoulda coulda.
Your woulda be smooth.
No suit too loose.
Your woulda be smooth.
No loot to boot.
Your woulda be smooth.
And you can do anything you wish to do,
Cause...
Your woulda be smooth!
If you wanna stay cute,
You've gotta keep your mouth muted,
And...
Your woulda be smooth!
If you want to be the one to put your business in the streets,
That wouldn't be cool!
If you want to be the one to keep your business in the streets,
Go ahead and be a fool!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rough Ride
The path of love is rarely smooth
but love can obstacles surmount.
True love will find a way to soothe.
Objections which it can’t remove,
pitfalls too numerous to count.
The path of love is rarely smooth
These words I say are simple truth.
An old adage which I recount.
True love will find a way to soothe
With the resilience of youth
if you should fall you will remount.
The path of love is rarely smooth.
You know just what you have to prove
and play your cards to good account.
True love will find a way to soothe
Though you have hurt feelings, forsooth
a lesser or a great amount.
True love will find a way forsooth
the path of love is rarely smooth.
11-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Counterfeit
When you stay before my eyes
You make me feel your love is firm,
But out of sight how different you are!
How long does false gold shine?
Master of sweetness, I know your ways.
Your heart is counterfeit.
Your love is words.
Speech, love and humor
All are smooth
And only meant to tease
When you shed a girl,
Do you laugh?
Are your arrows always
Poisoned with honey?
poem by Vidyapati Thakur
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Warp Asylum
Been down yeah! well I look down and my mind blows
Away - deep in the darkness illuminate beyond a
Million miles - something slid up to my head circling
Around my eye - eye - eyes and I said, smooth operator
Sez: get up - get up - and outta here, smooth operator
Sez: yeah! lights - band the traffic thunder two blocks
West of the rest - tore away the bottom and saw life is a
Test - beyond 1,000,000 miles - well I ricocheted through
My head - one hand kill the others cra-a-crazy -
What she said - smooth operator sez: get up! get up! and
Outta here, smooth operator sez: yeah!!! sail into night-
Ghost ship a tripping - struck by the plunge something to
See - yeah - bootleg the girl - she is a looka - pure is the
Fear that breaks away - straight to the sun I am a
Walkn state of the art - all that I see [yeah] new gods
Move whippn the shore and dash
On the reef - surf city... I walk
Alone and stare, man, right in the
Sun - tear-jerk asylum and cemetery
Run - well, howd I ever get this far
Man? smooth curves switchback the
Sweat - underneath the body, baby -
Where what you see is what you -
See and what you get
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Warp Asylum
Been down yeah! well I look down and my mind blows away
Deep in the darkness illuminate beyond a million miles
Something slid up to my head circling around my eye
Eye
Eyes and I said, smooth operator, sez:
Get up, get up
And outta here, smooth operator sez: yeah! lights
Band the traffic thunder two blocks west of the rest
Tore away the bottom and saw life is a test
Beyond a 1,000,000 miles
Well I ricocheted through my head
One hand kills and the others cra-a-crazy
What she said
Smooth operator sez: get up! get up! and outta here
Smooth operator sez: yeah!!! sail into night
Ghost ship a tripping
Struck by the plunge something to see
Yeah
Bootleg the girl
She is a looka
Pure is the fear that breaks away
Straight to the sun I am a walkn state of the art
All that I see [yeah] new gods move wippn the shore and dash on the reef
Surf city... I walk alone and stare, man, right in the sun
Tear-jerk asylum and cemetery run
Well, howd I ever get this far man
Smooth curves switchback the sweat
Underneath the body, baby
Where what you see is what you see and what you get.
song performed by by White Zombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Touching
She has a four inch scar-
vertical-
from above her navel,
to her almost there.
Slightly raised
it has it's smooth parts
and its bumpy parts
which I feel most nights;
each time wondering if
the bumpy will get smooth
or the smooth bumpier.
It at times
seems to signify
her good half
and her better half.
She doesn't notice
since I touch it so often
like a nightly ritual.
It must soothing to her;
she doesn't protest.
'Thanks Dear' she most often says.
I imagine
she imagines
this is our way
of staying in touch
and I feel her
in this.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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An Unhurried Evening
an unhurried drive to the library
in the lazy evening
an easy find and smooth park
and a quiet hour between shelves;
and a slow walk to the shopping centre
knowing smiles and words and pleasantries exchanged
and a smooth flow through the deserted aisles;
and a slow walk back to the car
and a drive home as the night prevails
and the cool air returns
and we celebrate with warm soup
poem by Raj Arumugam
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So that you will hear me
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.
Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Im In A Philly Mood
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Turn out the light - I can see
Your face
Its you and I - in the time and place
The radio playing teddys groove
The city nights - nothing love
Couldnt do
Oh, baby, its been too long
I need to feel the same thing
That made that time our own
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come down
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
Lay down your love - I can feel
Your soul
When night is gone let our hearts
Carry on
As sure as you are of the love
We made
I know sometimes weve been so
Out of place
Oh, lately, girl it seems that weve
Come home
To the place that made that time
Our own
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it nice and smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come down
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
Oh, lets make it groove
Taking it twice as smooth
Im in a philly mood
Oh, baby come on
I wanna hold you now
Im in a philly mood
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Winter Winds
winter winds so cold
winter winds blow old
the way it moves
fits into grooves
how smooth it blows
like a smooth robe
the way it feels against my skin
it could make me sin
how cold i am
i can not stand
winter winds
yet i say
winter winds are here to stay
I Cant Think Straight
I cant think straight
Take a look, look at me
What you get is what you see
Ride a bike drive a car
Vegan pie cut a fart
On the bus on the train
Tami d on the brain
Cant explain like the who
Now its time to do the do
I cant think straight
On my couch with a pen
Wheres the phone again again
Cant control rhythm rhyme
Naked beats on the mind
Goodevening ladies
My name is roy cormier I like it smooth terribly.
I mean, a lot of fellas, they like it raw.
Personally, I prefer smooth, you know, like the coconut lotion,
Im talkin I run a lot of productions company productions,
Keepin it on the smooth, generally. on the coconut, and uh,
You know with the coconut lotion and all, keeping it lovely, its uh,
You know, nothing but love, baby baby
I am yes you are no
I am yes you are no
You are no I am yes
I cant think straight
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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I Got A New Satin Jockey
IT FEELS so smooth on my skin
deep down under my
thighs i feel like a
god
my inner glands
are so curious about something
smooth and new
and tickling
like your feather dusters
and i like you looking at me
like i am a
born-again christian
on the other hand what really matters
is not this satin jockey
it is still what is bobbing inside
that really counts
feel it like your
throbbing heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tyring To Be Smooth In Speech
this morning i read
some notes
about myself and i notice how i tried to be
smooth
in my speech as my notes still want to insist
ethical considerations
the motif of my day, the struggle to be always
calm and cool
the war against the tendency
to hurt another without our conscious knowing
but
all seems to be
a kind of futile attempt to be kind
and gentle
like a dog wagging its tail when you meet
along the doorsteps
of your house
i open some pages again of my
diary
or journal of the day
on a cup of tea
and two pieces of cookies
at first the language flows like a river
clear and
i even tasted a cup of its water
smooth to my
esophagus
and cool to my gum and i think
sweet, even sweet to my tongue
and i can feel
it flowing again smoothly
to my intestines
and then here i am finally
vomiting
i suppose nostalgia
is nothing but
nausea, the speech of loneliness
about a memory
long gone and very far away
the words are smooth
and then
somehow they kill
i close the journal at once
i open the window
let the air come in
as i wait for the morning sun
to shine and then
warm me a bit
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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