All in all, I wouldn't call it a bad outing. It was a short outing.
quote by Frank Robinson
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waterfall outing
in between every splash
fluid laughter
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A visit to a cinema is a little outing in itself. It breaks the monotony of an afternoon or evening; it gives a change from the surroundings of home, however pleasant.
quote by Ivor Novello
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Nutty Neitizens.
The pressure of work, projects and,
Urgently targeted unfinished assignments,
Vanished as dews, when get a call for outing,
Is the pressure due to things that we love and detest?
Is this an illusion to visualize that,
Something there is actually not here,
Something not here seems to be there,
What a hallucination, that is not smart.
Unseen emotional net is stronger than any
Other net that is tangible.
Nothing is new to human,
As generations repeat without fail.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Oh You Know …
Just rusting with my ever maddening locks
Secretly inside-outing odd and stripy socks
Catching short but cleverly deepening sighs
Fishing in whirling eddies of wonder whys
Unravelling coils in a slow and seeping melt
Feckless flow of words to go wily but misspelt
Unfurled undone unzipped and tripped to fall
Conditioned to slide denied my splatter scrawl
poem by Dean Meredith
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It was sort of that in-between area when people don't talk about their personal lives. That's the kind of life I think Kerry would be living now if it weren't for the Lopez character sort of outing her.
quote by Laura Innes
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Good pitchers, after a tough outing, bounce back. Real good pitchers don't let too many poor games get in there.
quote by Don Cooper
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Aspects
To explore,
Behavioural traits;
To interact,
And with time management;
Basis,
And to emphasize;
Outing!
But try to eliminate the negative in you and,
Accentuate only positive character;
For there are some aspects of your character that need changing,
And like the alarm clock in your room.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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All About The World
Have you ever heard the streets,
The way how it turns into beeps,
and the beeps turn into beats.
and the fun of childern having fun to be wild,
even though they are mild,
they have to be free out there somewere
My outing is bitting
and there is so much fighting
the clock is tikking
and my time is out
nevrer to ve back again
this world of bait of all hate
their is still some fate.
poem by Gabina Gomez
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My Loaf
Then we strive for a living too perfect,
How angered God constructs the lesions
Of your brain, innards are intact for the life.
Loaves of bread ingested will give output,
My outing resides in my head, with a foul;
The picnic is of course a picked loaf
From the parlour of discontent.
The religion surrenders with a people
Always governed by the authorities of God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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2. Frying Tonight
Fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Newspaper vinegar drips
A shower of dark brown malt liquid
Helps salt crystals stick to your chips
The smell is a stunning reminder
Of many an outing since gone
When fish chip and mushy pea suppers
Were quickly devoured every one
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Sponge
Vic Chessnut)
pleasure is melting like chocolate
my blue ribbon gumption is gone
all my gravy must have soaked into something
and the world...
the filthy steps, the cold concrete
the phony earth below my feet
the ancient odor of the streets
yes the world it is a sponge
and when the crisis passes
when the coast is clear
I'll be buffed down to a liquid
and the world it is a sponge
throughout this entire ugly outing
I've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shouting
but I'll soon be silent you'll soon hear nothing
'cause the world it is a sponge
song performed by by REM
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040810c We Have Laughs, We Have Fun
yesterday i have fun, very happy
we went to panera for dinner
we chat we joke, taken very well
so wonderful to be with family
over a bowl of soup, sandwich
just being out there is remarkable
after a dinner we went shopping
it turn out to be gathering suspects
then we went to golf driving range
to iron out swings or learn how to
girls tried it first; balls rolls downhill
we didn't do much, we have our fill
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unexpected outing with my family
on sunny afternoon in hampton roads,
virginia.
we have laughs
we have hugs
we have kiss
we have fun,
we have dreams
to do it again
and it will be soon
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Your Congratulations
I wouldn't have compromised so much
so much of myself for fear of
having you hating me
I would've sung so loudly
it would've cracked myself!
I became self-conscious
of anything exuberant
I wouldn't have sold myself short
I wouldn't have kept my eyes
glued to the ground
if I had've known my invisibility
would not make a difference
I would've run around screaming proudly
at the top of my voice
I wouldn't have said it was in fact luck
i'm talking idealism here
I would not have been so self deprecating
I wouldn't have cowered
for fear of having my eyes scratched out!
I wouldn't have cut my comfort off
I wouldn't have feigned needlessness
I would not have discredited
every one of their compliments
it was your approval I wanted
your congratulations
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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My rights..
My parents take me to the Malls one after another,
Where I have seen local people and foreigners,
Young boys and girls hug and kiss each other, while shopping,
My parents did not bother to notice what I am watching,
Every Sunday we visit the Malls to shop and roam,
Until our legs are tired and then only we come back home,
Exam is nearer and I am grounded with books and tuition,
Outing, entertainment and TV all out of reach,
My father, a professional, wants me to excel,
My professional mother prays for me to succeed,
Both of them try to educate me as much as possible,
Even they may think of programming the brain of their child,
I am not as excellent as them and I want to practice,
How I was brought up. But they scold and curse,
That I am rebellious, not cultured and loose.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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To a new-born poem
The midwife’s tidying up
with professional detachment
and there you are; wrinkled; pink
with a glow that no man ever made;
and I, a part of you for ever, yet
knowing, now, you’re you…
one day in a little time
I’ll take you for your first High Street outing
in the pram or baby buggy;
trying to pretend you’re someone else’s…
not one I’d fight my life for..
pausing to allow some friendly soul
to glance permission to have a peep;
smile; glow; say a few kind words;
then after that first stranger’s looked at you,
I’ll look at you myself; to see
if you look different, or look differently at me
now someone else has met you.
Sometimes, you are more beautiful,
more full of life, more independent and more you;
as if your path through life had taken
its first step away from me; and yet
along with pride, there’s quiet, sweet relief:
you’ll make it on your own.
But still, I touch your pillow, smooth your cover,
look at you for some reassurance
that we both know where poetry may go;
and you – you laugh, and kick the world away.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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One More Red Nightmare
Pan american nightmare
Ten thousand feet fun-fair
Convinved that I dont care
Its safe as houses I swear
I was just sitting musing
The virtues of cruising
When altitude dropping
My ears started popping
One more red nightmare
Sweat beginning to pour down
My neck as I turn round
I heard fortune shouting
Just get off of this outing
A farewell swan song
See you know how turbulence can be
The stewardess made me
One more red nightmare
Reality stirred me
My angel had heard me
The prayer had been answered
A reprieve has been granted
The dream was now broken
Thought rudely awoken
Really safe and sound
Asleep on the greyhound
One more red nightmare
song performed by by King Crimson
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Wishing I'd Been Spartacus
Wouldn't it have been something
To have been a Gladiator in ancient Rome
Instead of being stuck in a call centre
Having to talk to irate people on the phone?
Wouldn't it have been really exciting
To have been a cowboy in the Wild West
Instead of working in an office
Advising people on how to invest?
Wouldn't it have been exhilarating
To have been a pirate on the seven seas
Instead of being employed in a shop
Stacking shelves with tins of soup and peas?
Wouldn't it have been truly dangerous
To have been a gangster like Al Capone
instead of having to cold call people
Asking them if they need a loan?
And wouldn't it have been totally awesome
To have been an Apache Red Indian
Instead of sitting here daydreaming thinking,
I wonder what it's like to be an Alien?
poem by Kevin Halls
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In Blood She Sat
The machine roared into life, high spirits in a rover
Two lovely love birds had clang to each other
She a college fresher
He a young village school teacher
Yes,
It was an outing, never to be, up and down hard
They had met the earth, not a roar was heard
Under the stars, she sat, in her blood
Him, a fountain from his head, was blood.
Hmnn!
Help! And a slap from a would be Samaritan
Pockets ransacked, cash and cell phones gone
In darkness, they leaped, returning was none
One, two, three, her lover, would not stand up, lo! It was dawn
Yes,
She had sat there, in blood, oblivious of her lover's departure
Found at the break of dawn, to hospital for care
A soul gone by the wind, was her lover,
The times and places he would haunt, memories would linger!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Harlem Renaissance
he passes me a poem a love
song by Langston Hughes and
in black, the gist of our emotions so
dexteriously woven over a glossy page
snow white, the sheen of a riveting jazz
filtering from a luminuous Harlem club on
to a young heart so entertwined in romance,
all it takes is a pair of warm and reassuring hands
to make this outing at Harlem a night to cherish
and remember, this cold autumn night where
a black boy too saunters by and lavishes us
with a scintillating syncopated jazz matchings
all his own....Obama make a difference, make
a difference to this great American land
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Time My Companion
nature hands in a child marriage
and willy nilly we become companion
a suspense holds us like two hands of the clock
we go round and round with an exactness sometimes
we long for that misstep to fall behind each other
like ballet dancers we let the world twirl round us
sometimes we wonder how long we can go on like this
but yes, depending on your station you will be
happy, wealthy, joyful or are bound to a plodding
outing you wish you could call it quit in no time
like lovers we are tied in for strange adventures
the most awesome comes knocking in the dead of night
when time would be his mischievous self, stealing out,
taking me in his hands on a stroll through fantasy gardens
throwing me head over heel with his Harry Potter witcheries
i could fly, i could sing, i could be another person,
i could meet with angels, jesus, late grandma
in the flesh and blood that one can go gaga
sometimes, he would run me out of my wits so
that i woke up sweats and tears all over
we live with each other through thick and thin
taking one another as each's alter ego
the only question we never quite ask each other
is when we would live each other out or when
the two hands that hold us would start giving us up
we know none can can tell because
we are a match made in the heavens
with a dimension noone can break through
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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