Well, it was just, the bars was all just like the bamboo roofs and everything. You know. As I say, to me, it's completely spoiled all, all these places now. Make them all just tourist traps.
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Josh And Justin
I’m with you, Josh
Over here in Prospect Heights,
only a moron would clam
that Vanderbilt Avenue
without all the bars and restaurants
was better than Vanderbilt Avenue
now WITH all the bars and
restaurants.
Nighttime foot traffic is your friend.
And so are places to go.
Those guys in Gowanus
are choking their
neighborhood.
Now Josh, you’ve already got one
Jim Mamary restaurant in DP.
I moved from Ditmas Park to
Clinton Hill this past summer,
and have completely stopped
eating out.
The take out and eat in places
on Myrtle Ave. are all half as good
and twice as expensive as anything
on Cortelyou.
You could be living somewhere
much worse, and the
Q trains are all fancy now,
too.
bye. take care.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The average tourist wants to go to places where there are no tourists.
Invisible Bars
It's not prison bars in front of my face
that take my freedom away.
It's people that want to control the world
that won't let my freedom stay.
It's not a cage that traps me inside
and won't allow me to fly.
It's the powerful ones that always hide
just waiting for me to die.
7 billion bodies now on this earth
and most of them aren't free.
It's a tragic play for most of us
that turned into a comedy.
But then the stage was always set
before we came to this place
to take my freedom away from me
with invisible bars before my face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bamboo Bimbo
Well he caught his first whiff in the jungles
Ofnam
That slant-eyed catfish tasted better than mom
Now every single night she drops her big bomb
Cause hes a bamb00 bimbo
Those hook marks really show
Cause hes a bamboo bimb0
He went for it now everyone knows
Hes a bamboo bimb0
He caught his first glance in field and stream
That salt water taffy was a fishermans
Wet dream
Now every single night hes still gettin
That big ream
Cause hes a bamboo bimb0
He fell it and everyone knows
Hes a bamboo bimbo
Just a monkey with a ring in his nose
Hes a bambo0 bimbo
Cant say I never told ya so
Hes a bamboo bimb0
It go on and on and on
song performed by by Devo
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Nature
How tranquil is this little mountain lake
It’s filled with water like a cup
Bamboo looks just like little houses
And trees above – a sea of roofs.
Yet cliffs are sharp, encroached like pagodas
Among the flowers they rise
Eternal nature always learns from us –
That makes my heart and soul rejoice.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Bathroom Peeper
Lured by the light in the bathroom come he,
The bathroom peeper,
Prowling through the layers of black.
Seeing two paws clinging on the window bars
Of secrecy, or a pair of hot eyes
Burning through the holes of lust,
Village virgin whoops,
When the bathroom peeper slinks away.
As the romantic sun rays make the canal ripples smile,
He hides in the bushy banks,
Throwing his blue eyes in to the distant nudity.
Sometimes, he is seen being chased
By the boors with bamboo sticks.
But quick oblivion is a bliss,
And he gets duty bound again.
Hiding is a risk
But peeping is a pleasure.
His aesthetics taught him
To peep and relish
Through the bars and twigs with risk,
Mocking at the creation while being mocked ever.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognize you as a tourist.
quote by Russell Baker
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The tourist who moves about to see and hear and open himself to all the influences of the places which condense centuries of human greatness is only a man in search of excellence.
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Ginger cat (Villanelle)
I am a spoiled, lazy ginger cat
I am lying on the sofa all day long
And yes, i am a cat that is very fat
I am posh and proud to be your pet
I n your eyes i never do wrong
I am a spoiled, lazy ginger cat
I will not chase that dirty rat
I am OK, on the sofa is were i belong
And yes, i am a cat that is very fat
You can bash the rat with a bat
Cook him in a pot, feed him to Mr Chong
I am a spoiled, lazy ginger cat
Other cats see me and they frat
I am a top cat, i lead with a midnight song
And yes i am a cat that is very fat
I am that fat cat who sat on the mat
all morning, until you heard the gong
I am a spoiled, lazy ginger cat
And yes, i am a cat that is very fat
poem by Milica Franchi De Luri
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Spoiled Girl
(simon/kunkel/payne)
When you got a pretty boy
You want a smart one
When you got a smart one
You want him pretty
When you got one whos all over you
You wish hed hold back
Then when hes being cool
You want him to attack
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
Someones there to cut her hair
Will you wear it up or down
What, no bubbles for the bath?
Send the chauffeur into town
Youll have fun tonight
Now youre gonna call him up
hi? you say Ill call you back?
He waits and waits but no such luck
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
When you want her, you cant have her
When you need her you cant find her
She is busy keeping dizzy with the business of a little
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Downtown Money Waster
To my low down downtown
Money waster
Your only saving grace
Is that I like to taste ya
But your flower is spoiled
Too easy to make ya
You got a .38 and your book of revelations
I got a .44 and a lead of temptation
Chorus:
I am a rounder, like to round around
Two for one at the store on the corner
Little girl like to drink and sniffin powders
Like the bars that stay open after hours
Like the boys that go 24-7
Too many late nights and you dont go to heaven
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Reluctant Traps
Today...
Many are living lives no longer valued.
Shown by the expressions worn on their faces.
Traced with an obvious depression.
Adorning faked grins,
No longer protect them from this impression.
Since the measure of success for them,
Has either been foreclosed or repossessed.
And many things once lavishly blinging,
Gone to pawn.
Standards held to appraise the good side of life,
Has taken a hike...
To repress pretentions and the getting of attention,
Once so loved.
And for some coming to grips with this,
A broadened insight for them has begun to exist.
To finally rid themselves of reluctance.
And reluctant traps...
Are just that.
A reluctance that is trapped until removed.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Once released for them,
One should make a break...
Doing what it takes.
And don't buy...
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
Reluctant traps are just that!
Sit back.
And don't buy,
Into gloom.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Lake (1)
Mountain monks facing chess sit
Board on bamboo dark quiet
Shine bamboo no person see
Sometimes hear down chess piece sound
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain,
The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear.
Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow,
One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
(Sincerity Poem) Completely
Utter Nonsense,
Just Let It End Here.
Lets Bring Everything Together.
Got To Make This World Whole.
Got Them All.
All I Have To Do Is Make The Pieces Fit.
Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Hands Against The Wall.
One More Push And It Will Fall.
Sometimes All One Needs Is Fresh Start.
Lay The Foundation,
Build The Support Structures
And Raise The Roof.
You Just Got Go Into It Whole Heart'dly And Completely.
No More Distraction,
No More In ambitions,
No More Excuses To Just Say The Words You Got To.
Say It Now And Walk Right Through.
Turn It Into Your Heaven Or Hell.
You Just Have To Have The Follow Through.
You Can't Get Stuck On Just One Thing.
No More Addictions,
No More Sick And Twisted Afflictions.
Their Is One Prediction.
Say It With Me You Have To Go Into It Whole Heart'dly And Completely.
Not Knowing The Outcome Doesn't Really Matter.
If It Fails Then You Must Do It Again
Till You Get It Just Right.
Perfection In The Art Of Repetition.
A Vision Being Painted Into This World Every Day.
Are You the Dreamer, Or The Redeemer.
Once Again Say It With Me You Must Go Into This Whole Heart'dly And Completely.
Don't Ever Look Back Till You Done,
Otherwise You'll Get Lost In The Past And Won't Last.
There Is Only The Here And Now.
Say It With Me You Have To Go Into This Whole Heart'dly And Completely. Whole Heart'dly And Completely.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Iron Bars Of Mine
I stand behind these old iron bars,
To see the things, that I can see
I see a world that is changing everyday,
A world, that will not wait for me.
Behind these iron bars where I must lay,
Behind these bars where I must stay.
In this world where I am alone
Its a world that I helped build,
I make not the laws for how I live,
Time for me, she is held still.
As tomorrow is the same as it is today,
And today is the same, as yesterday.
Behind these bars, its where I am
It is the place where I sit and lie,
My destiny for me has already been chose,
For this is the place where I will die.
When the youth of mine turns into old,
When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow.
The world that I made out of iron and stone
Where freedom and life is locked away
Where life is a waste, and living a haste,
It is where myself alone will forever stay.
Days and years for me, I have no care.
My only solitude, is sleep and prayer.
My day for me; she will someday come
When from my bars I am allowed to leave,
I will welcome that day with open arms and hope,
As those iron bars, will close behind me..
And for that day I will constantly pray,
As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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If I Were Happier
i always go back to the places
where i'd been to.
she thinks there is no need to see
a place more than twice
unless there is another reason which
i think she knows too well
i went back to Guimaras with her
the fire burnt her eyes making her blind
to what i once was, the past where i
once thrived, weakened, and made strong again
until i met her and i began to make promises
she is trying to recollect them now
what we really are as of this moment
whether we are the chains or the chained
i look at the old man with nothing in his dwelling
except rugs and a bamboo bed
i could have been him if i did not meet her
and i imagine myself if
and for which i did not dare tell her
...if i were happier.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tourism
Decisive tourist
Chancellor Adolph Hitler
Visits Paris
The final tourist
President George Bush
Visits Baghdad
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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An Arrangement
.. and so we went to her place
in a house where her only furniture
is a bamboo bed
she holds my face
she kneels down
she kisses my hand
as though she is my slave
... and so something which should not have happened happened
there's that tinge of guilt
i wanted her to say she loves me
but she didn't
she made me happy all the way
all way through that lonely night
on that bamboo bed
that following morning
when she was still fast asleep
i kissed her hair
put something beside her
that she loves most
it will make her survive perhaps for a month
even without love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bamboo Tunes and Cat Eyed Girl
In the murmuring evenings,
Cat eyed girl, worn ear-rings,
Stands by bamboo cluster,
Putting down pots of water.
Gilded bamboos sing and sway,
And the tired path becomes gay.
Bamboo hearts throb ever;
Unnamed tunes cease never.
Her bamboo throes resounded
In the gloomy wind unbounded.
Melodies of earth does shower
On her soul that does hover.
Finger tip of the wind brings
Sweet tunes from bamboo strings.
Music enters her inner grove,
Where the forlorn dreams rove.
Cuddled bamboos swing and say
What the lovers failed to say.
Never dying natural music
So keeps her hopes rhythmic.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Listen To Yourself
It is all in the open now!
And I hope you are not feeling,
Too ridiculous.
Listen to yourself.
What are you saying to me today,
That I didn't say to you yesterday?
Or the day before?
There is a difference though.
When I told you I could no longer afford,
To keep paying for things that didn't make me happy...
You laughed.
Even more so when I walked away.
Telling you to stay and keep your traps intact.
Remember that?
Your traps were repossessed.
I thought you told me you owned them?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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