Language is like songs, like food, like dance-it is the expression of what we think.
quote by Holly Near
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This Is Heaven
I wake up each morning
with the songs of the birds
and in the air are the smell
of the greens and blooms
and of the fruits on the table.
This is heaven
yes, this is heaven.
I feel no hunger
I see no guns
I may have to work all day
but I am always greeted with peace
by the downing sunset.
I am in heaven
yes, I am in heaven.
But I tell you my friend
It's lonely here in heaven
there is drinking
but no music
there is food
but no feast
there are songs
I cannot sing
and dance
I cannot dance
there are gatherings
I couldn't get in
and yes,
this is heaven
but I feel
all alone.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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So Pure
You from New York you are so relevant
You reduce me to cosmic tears
Luminous more so than most anyone
Unapologetically alive knot in my stomach
And lump in my throat
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
So pure such an expression
Suppossed former infatuation junkie
I sink three pointers and you wax poetically
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
So pure such an expression
Let's grease the wheel over tea
Let's discuss things in confidence
Let's be outspoken let's be ridiculous
Let's solve the world's problmes
I love you when you dance when you freestyle in trance
So pure such an expression
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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Gaiety
The gayest songs of the morning
As the mist hangs over the hills,
For they dance, and they dance, in the Eastern world
While humanity pays its bills.
For the song of the Moonlight Sonata,
And the frost on the snow-white fields,
Oh! they dance, and they dance in the Eastern world,
While the yellow harvest yields.
The gayest songs of the morning
Forever the world goes round,
While the clock ticks by on the mantelpiece.
And the birds in the trees make a sound,
For ever and ever all nature sings,
While the lark up above doth soar on its wings,
And they dance, and they dance in the Eastern world
The gayest songs of they morning.
poem by Peter Buss
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Long Tall Glasses
Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
I was travellin down the road, feelin hungry and cold
I saw a sign sayin food and drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me a look inside
I saw so much food, there was water comin from my eye
Yeah there was ham an there was turkey, there was caviar
An long tall glasses, with wine up to yar
An then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like fred astaire
You know I cant dance, you know I cant dance
You know I cant dance, you know I cant dance
I cant dance
I am a man of the road -- a hobo by name
I dont seek entertainment, just poultry and game
But if its all the same to you, then yes I will try my hand
If you were as hungry as me then Im sure you would understand
Hmmm
Now wait a minute
Let me see now
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
Im sure I can dance, Im sure I can dance..
I can dance
I can dance
I really hit the floor
Ah feels good
Look at me dancin
I did a two-step, quick-step and a bossa nova
A little victor silvester, and a rudy valentino
You should a seen me movin, right across the floor
Hand me down my tuxedo, next week Im comin back for more
I can dance -- oh yes! I can dance
Look at me dancin the floor movin
I feel good -- I can dance
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance.
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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A Loving Tale
Oh the ballad of us star crossed two,
we sing we dance we parade
as we so often actually do,
our songs are quiet
introspective sweet nothings
to the ears of the heart,
our dances are wild
spontaneous as our whims
and our parades are private
as we gallivant amongst each other,
our eyes speak this language.
a language i could swear
was divinity in its purest,
no mistakes no misperceptions
just bliss. from one eye to the next.
i wish so hard to feel that one-
exact moment... where for us both
i know,
everything fades away
and all that remains is two,
one soft touch against another.
(that is what i want)
poem by David Thomas
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Neither can embellishments of language be found without arrangement and expression of thoughts, nor can thoughts be made to shine without the light of language.
Dance Dance Dance
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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You Dance Till I Sing
You dance till I sing
you dance till my song is not complete
you dance till your each body language
becomes each word of my song
Your dance is merry making
with full nimbleness making the audience
unable to withstand the glare of strong light
emitting due to rhythmic vibration of each limb
You dance gently, you dance quietly
that submerge the melody of my song
your dance is potent to the climax
of visualization as rigel on the sky.
You dance like Natraj
tinkling the whole universe
with the tide of felicity
You dance,
you dance
you dance
till my heart, mind and soul
does not vibrate
with every tune of my song.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Dance, Dance, Dance
After six hours of school Ive had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
Ohby!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when its slow and jump it when its fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The language with largest vocabulary
It has only seven letters
And has the largest vocabulary
There is no dearth
Of expression
For any situation or emotion
One same thing
Can mean a million things
King Solomon deciphered
Ants’ impression using this language
Indian mythology has it that
A much revered teacher
Taught all his disciples
Using this language
Clearing their all doubts
On any subject
It is not written
It is not spoken
It is not heard
But has in-depth meaning
And a lot application
It is not formally taught
As it has no syllabus
People pick up this
In their life paths
Some do not just pick this up
But, make excellent use of it
And successfully overcome
Difficult and challenging maneuvers
This language came into being
Long before the creation of this universe
Yes, it is not a just a global language
It is a universal language
This is in use world over
This is a common language
But often not used
This language has no grammar
No problem of spelling words wrong
There are no present, future or past tenses
There is no subject, predicate or object
As there are no sentences framed with this language
When used the person can still keep smiling
Often understood as a consent granted
Even the just new born is
As much as much eloquent
With this language
As the person who is preparing for departure
There is none to teach
But the language is learnt
The language is quoted as golden
As it can hurt no one
Much learned people resort to this
When they are to negotiate
Challenging situations
Some great philosophers
Teach their students
Comprehensively with the use of this language
By using this language
You are sure to win
Great many things
Use this wonder language
Effectively and appropriately
The language of silence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Sexual Category With Taste Of Chocolate
Deep chocolate cover kisses in the shower
Starving heart and mouth set in action again
Soothe food for you, sexual category and chocolate
Script love poetry on your hot glowing skin
Mouth warm chocolate rolls upon the tongue
Songs from my heart written on sandy beach
Unchained to dance, sweep up in a original tidal current
Deep chocolate cover kisses in the shower
He smiles at me, lick me clean and beg for more
Burning bright, he whisper and chant the words
Sweet songs my heart wrote for your ear alone
Starving heart and mouth geared up to begin again
Untied to dance, swept up in a original tidal current
Sexual category and chocolate, soothe food for the essence
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Some food
Some food is
Medicine...
Medicine is some food...
Some food is poison...
Some food is Tenson...
Some food is Fear...
Some food is lovely...
Some food is Bland...
Some food is sweety...
Some food is spicy...
Some food is nothing...
Food is not only food
A good eatable medicine...
At only some food...
Some food...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Transmission
Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.
Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
of the show
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.
song performed by by New Order
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Hypocriticisms
YOUR hypocriticisms,
Seem not to be able...
To prevent your children,
From using foul language...
And exposing themselves.
Although you argue their rights,
To free expression.
Is that with parental guidance?
YOU may consider,
Taking your vocal compaign...
To defend the political correctness,
Of language use.
And use a few cuss words on your kids,
To get their heads together.
Because somewhere in your explanation,
Respect and the application of it is missing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Old Songs
There goes another one
Another happy couple on the road to emptiness
I think of my father and mother
Can they imagine how two people can get in this mess
But the old songs say - loves forever
And the old songs never say die
But a song cant keep us together
How can that beautiful song be a lie
Me I blame the old songs
Filling hearts with rebellion and romance
Our book of revelations
And all we had to do was dance
Play us another one
Play us the hopes and dreams of twenty years ago
Theyre all over the bloody radio
Its like theyre telling us theres nowhere left to go
And the old songs say - be my baby
And the old songs say - she loves you
All the songs well sing come what may be
I like those songs
But Id like something new
Me I blame the old songs
Protect us all against a change of course
All our great expectations
Turn to alimony and remorse
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The Language
Language is no bar to music;
It is to dance and sports as well.
Absolutely no bar to sex;
Yet language brings out emotion.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
To the music
Dance, Dance
To the beat
Dance, Dance
To the rhythm
Stomp your feet
Dance, Dance
Even though
Your tune they don't hear
Dance, Dance
For yourself
Have no fear
Dance, Dance
If you're alive
You're doing well
Dance, Dance
And grin
So the world can tell
You know you've got
A life to live
You're looking at the joy
This world can give
And you're dancing and laughing,
Won't be dragged down
You'd rather keep moving
Than stay with a frown
Dance, Dance
'Til it's played to the end
Dance, Dance
With a smile
My truly brave friend
poem by Atara Gedalowitz
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