The antelope detests the one who announces its whereabouts more than the one who sees it.
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Whereabouts
Where is the missing one, the missing one
Where is the missing one, the missing one
There is a missing person that Ive just got to find
Now just how long they have been gone
I cant say at this time
I glanced outside my window surprisingly to see
The reflection of a broken man who looked somewhat like me
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
I looked inside an album of happy photographs
To try to match the feeling
In the joy I used to have
I travelled through the moments that held a special place
But everytime what came to mind is that smile upon your face
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what can I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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A man from a primitive culture who sees an automobile might guess that it was powered by the wind or by an antelope hidden under the car, but when he opens up the hood and sees the engine he immediately realizes that it was designed.
quote by Michael Behe
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The antelope is graced
I find an antelope in her swiftness,
Fragility, narrow head and coyness,
Yet, an antelope as such I had no love for.
She should be more than it to love for.
03.02.2002, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mubarak Slaps Face Of Egyptian People
Mubarak announces stirs public
all protester demands will be met
demand number one was Mubarak
remove his own dictator neck.
Mubarak announces through army
protester demands will be met
Mubarak announces through his
political party demands will be met.
Six to eight hours Egyptian
protest people patiently excitedly wait
to learn Hosni Jackal God has
again lied to an entire Egyptian nation
to learn Hosni Jackal God has
shame lied to entire global community.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A blind Gypsy and his piccolo
He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation
While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin.
She fiddles to another heart a different tune
And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.
* I love you and hope you love me
I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
-Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina-
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Home On The Range
Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Oh often at night, when the heavens are bright
From the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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An old poor guy
No girl loves an old poor guy
No one bothers to ask why
The love he cherished for so many years
No one wants that love no one ever cares
His hopes and dreams are like winter's white clouds
No one is keen to know their whereabouts
The tears he sheds for the girl he needs most
Nobody sees those tears from coast to coast
poem by Asif Andalib
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Under the Sorrow Tree
By the river,
under the sorrow tree,
the universe says
the bones must dance,
and she, who goes out with a net
to catch the spirits,
returns, her hands filled
only with the dark briars
we have hummed
these many years.
The one who sees sorrow
cannot staunch it,
yet by her side
something white
announces itself.
The bones are sucked clean,
the one nearest the heart
becomes a flute,
when you blow,
the dead come
and behind them,
the other bones in a circle
The universe says
loss demands birth
and the two
are lovers.
poem by Deena Metzger
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The artist should not only paint what he sees before him, but also what he sees in himself. If, however, he sees nothing within him, then he should also refrain from painting what he sees before him. Otherwise his pictures will be like those folding screens behind which one expects to find only the sick or the dead.
quote by Caspar David Friedrich
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A hole in the roof
The old prison cell and there's no ceiling
And a hole in the roof.
The person in confinement
Who sees the night sky.
No changes at all
The old stars and the Moon as earlier.
The North star seems very old
And the bachelor thinks of the next-door widow Violet and her whereabouts.
And he's not seen his old friend Jack Daniel's smile since a long time.
Someone says the President's Birthday comes soon and there will be an amnesty for prisoners?
He's sentenced for ten years and the half of the term almost gone.
* To my poet friend George.Murdock in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fall of Greatness
The fall of greatness comes
When one believes himself the best
He sees his quest uncontested...
And he second guesses the foe he shuns!
The fall of greatness comes.
Suspicion rides a guilty back,
Who announces the enemy prepares for attack!
When even the boarders aren't secure!
How much of this nonsense can people endure?
The fall of greatness comes.
And only the ones who lie can be blamed.
A culture of crooks whose strategies are lame.
And they claim themselves to be superior to who?
They took a gamble and lost!
Losing integrity to a dollar and their credibility too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High Speed Train
When I look into your eyes.
Your drop like an anchor eyes.
I scudded and clipped the sky
Just shy of making it.
And you almost got away.
I told you I was afraid.
Did I really want to try
You're holding me to my claim
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
and you caught me on the sly
you've taken me by surprise.
you've mirrored my best disguise and
turned it back on me.
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
To Berlin, Kyoto or Marseilles
I'd go anywhere for you
I'll bring you a big bouquet
I picked it myself today
it compliments your eyes
there's love at the end of the line
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
I flail like the antelope
Who jumped from the building
I jump on a high speed train
I'll never look back again
To Berlin, Kyoto or Marseilles
I'd go anywhere for you
And that's what I always knew
I'd like to have hung the moon.
I'd wrestle you for a spoon inside your sleeping bag.
Just us.
No war. no hate. no past.
It's real.
I'm here. I'm yours. I'm fast.
I'm long in the eye
I'm cry when I try
I just want to fly
Just you and I, together
song performed by by REM
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A hunting expedition
Far off in the bush veldt near to Marken,
where the red sand lies like sea sand,
a young hunter on a day
takes a old.303 rifle with open sights
and walks following a tracker,
that they call a guide,
past green thorn trees
with long white camel-thorns
to where a impala
is standing against a hillock
and he aims for a headshot
and I say to him: “shoot for the shoulder-blade”
but he doesn’t listen
and when the shot resounds
the antelope lowers its head
and the bullet whistles away from a rock plate
with the antelope
running away in a red brown stripe
disappearing into the bushes
and the bush veldt sun
burns without mercy down on us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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God detests a man who rushes to accuse a neighbor.
Somebody Who Cares
When your body is coming apart at the seams
And the whole things feeling low youre convincing yourself
That theres nobody there, I know
I know now you feel
Like somebody has taken the wheels off your car
When you had somewhere to go well its annoying
Not going to get very far I know
But somebody cares
Theres always someone, somewhere, you should know by now
Always somebody who cares its happening day in, day out
Well you know by now always somebody who cares
If you dont know it how will it find you?
How will we know your whereabouts?
But I know how you feel
I know how you feel
Like somebody has taken the wheels off your car
When you had somewhere to go well its frustrating
Not going to get very far I know
But somebody cares
Theres always someone, somewhere, you should know by now
Always somebody who cares its happening day in, day out
Well you know by now always somebody who cares
If you dont know it how will it find you?
How will we know your whereabouts?
But I know how you feel
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.
quote by Desiderius Erasmus
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Alan Watts Blues
Well Im taking some time with my quiet friend
Well Im takin some time on my own.
Well Im makin some plans for my getaway
Therell be blue skies shining up above
When Im cloud hidden
Cloud hidden
Whereabouts unknown
Well Ive got to get out of the rat-race now
Im tired of the ways of mice and men
And the empires all turning into rust again.
Out of everything nothing remains the same
Thats why Im cloud hidden
Cloud hidden
Whereabouts unknown
Bridge
Sittin up on the mountain-top in my solitude
Where the morning fog comes rollin in
Just might do me some good.
Well Im waiting in the clearing with my motor on
Well its time to get back to the town again
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside
Well it wont be long before I get back here again.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Woman’s Agitation
Every woman is in agitation
When she faces men she detests
And when she seeks attentions
Of men she desires for the end.
(23.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you are merciful to the antelope, you go to bed hungry.
A turtle dove weeps
I know that you are in a harmless war struggle with life to make us happy.
What is the use of being?
Sun and Moon in this vast sky
When I am asleep and you are awake?
Do you hear my distant cooing?
Anyway please do not run behind a mermaid's sad song.
I have the faith still as same as the unsaid love.
A turtle sees a light once in a blue moon.
My unmoved heart is waiting for my weather-bird and I pray day and night storms won't come into your world.
I never expect wealth and take care of your health.
My calendar's motion is very slow and I feel days are not moving like.
Though I am afar I see you in my faded dreams
And I know all of your whereabouts?
To the poetess Linda Haungs, Linda Ori & Dorothy Spooner.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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