It's off the leg and into the left field of Doug Radar.
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Radar For Love
Passion fire runnin through my veins
Get a little bit of love and I go insane
I may talk big, baby, I dont lie
Ooh the guys dont know but the girls know why
Ooh girls know why, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar for love, ooh yeah
When you feel so hot that you cant hold still
And you dont know how youre gonna get your fill
Send an s.o.s. baby, Im your man
If I dont make good baby no one can
Oh no one can, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, come on
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar, radar for love, oh
Yeah, ooh yeah, one more time
Get down, ooh get down, get down, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, ooh baby, baby
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar for love, n-n-n-n-now, radar for love, come on
Radar, ooh, radar, ooh yeah
Radar, oh, radar, oh yeah, radar, oh yeah
Radar for love, radar, come on, radar, ha, radar, radar
S.o.s, radar, radar, get the message, sugar, radar, radar for love
song performed by by Kiss
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Every human being you see in the course of a day has a problem that's sucking up at least 70 percent of his or her radar.
quote by Doug Coupland
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The Victim In Me
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Can feel the desperation.
Can you see the celebration.
The joyous occasion of misery.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
On the retreat.
A sign of defeat.
Isn't it neat.
The blood flows right beneath your feet.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
It's never easy for a king to capture his throne.
Be careful of mercy.
Be you not considered weak.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
One taste of sweet victory and theirs no going back.
The brutality of ambition.
Look at all the heads of your enemies.
Piked all over your kingdom for all too see.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Tears fall upon their deaths.
Jeers and cheers fall upon their deaths.
Rage fills some.
Others completely fall apart.
A sickness that cause them to come undone.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
They are always so plenty.
And one is me.
Oh yes one is me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Underneath The Radar
Unknown
Unseen
We live underneath the radar
No sign - on screen
We dance underneath the radar
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
We speak
Unheard
Like ants we dance between the towers
We sleep
They move
Come sailin over the horizon
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
He says I am the doctor -
In a b-52
I come across the horizon -
Drop my love on you
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all - watch out!
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all
See ya later!
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
So get hip!
(all the best)
song performed by by Underworld
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To Greet, Meet And To Brag
My eyes never left the ball.
Afterall...
I became disciplined to keep my focus on it.
And when I joined on the field with others,
Who made claims they came with aims to play...
In a way to prove with me they could complete.
My eyes never left the ball to reach.
My eyes never left the ball not at all.
And when it was thrown in the air others stared.
But my eyes were right there to catch it...
To run with it and score a goal.
I came on the field prepared to win.
Not to say I just came to play.
Like others who came just to huddle.
My eyes never left the ball. afterall...
I did not come to greet, meet nor to brag,
With embellished exaggerations...
Of what I could do or had done in my past.
My eyes never left the ball...they couldn't.
And I was there on the field to win not pretend,
I came just to play to socialize and go away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pumpin' With A Thumpin
You can take a look.
And take that look away.
But my eyes are opened wide...
Fixed on you,
Like a radar.
You can take a sneak peek.
But on you my eyes stay...
Feeling myself getting weak,
Seeing you cross the street...
At a traffic stop!
You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.
Since the pumpin' with a thumpin'...
Has already begun to start.
You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.
You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.
You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.
Jaw drops.
Traffic stops.
And I can't believe my eyes,
Wide opened and popped.
And I am fixed on you,
Like a radar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Higgs-Boson* Is A Particle, God's Not
it has always been
unfathomable to me
how physics can posit
any unified field theory
without first factoring in
the Intelligence that formed
the equation in the beginning.
i mean,
it's as if
not even
one synapse
of gravity
is given to the question
* the 'God' particle
poem by Doug Bentley
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Action Radar
I don't see 'bout that radar but I don't see that i'm wrong
'cuz its a will-fire action-seeking radar baby
I don't see 'bout that radar but I don't see that i'm wrong
'cuz it's a sure-fire action-seeking radar baby
or
Give em what you got
Go give em all your action baby
...cuz its a sure-fire action-seeking radar baby
Live it up, dont wanna give it up
Live it up...
A little action is all I need
song performed by by Prodigy
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Doug the Collector
“Put your paintings in galleries” was his retort,
Doug collected art for fun and sport.
Finding antiques and unusual art,
Doug looked for in the morning right at the start.
The flea market is where he’ld find his finds,
Interesting items of all unusual kinds,
Like a carved wooden piece that was handmade,
he enjoyed before he went to his grave.
Now Doug is a Canadian that likes his wine,
he drinks French wine from France that’s fine.
While listening to the chimes that make sounds
Keeping him smiling without a frown.
Doug grows plants with his magic green thumb,
he likes watching people on street for fun.
Maybe I will see him soon,
have breakfast with him before 12 noon.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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Doug the Collector
"Put your paintings in galleries" was his retort,
Doug collected art for fun and sport.
Finding antiques and unusual art,
Doug looked for in the morning right at the start.
The flea market is where he'ld find his finds,
Interesting items of all unusual kinds,
Like a carved wooden piece that was handmade,
he enjoyed before he went to his grave.
Now Doug is a Canadian that likes his wine,
he drinks French wine from France that's fine.
While listening to the chimes that make sounds
Keeping him smiling without a frown.
Doug grows plants with his magic green thumb,
he likes watching people on street for fun.
Maybe I will see him soon,
have breakfast with him before 12 noon.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
www.purplepoems.com www.christinasunrise.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Love Field
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your lips still sealed
In a love field
Lost in a sea of imaginary women
Everything youd want
From the dawn to the dimming
Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
In a love field
Cold ground for a pillow
Under a blanket of stars
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Headlights that startled
This embrace of hours
In a love field
In a crooked house
Where things can be arranged
You think youre different from the rest
But you dont see how youve changed
Under an archway
On a road of white linen
In a love field
Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Shes so tense but its never mentioned
In a love field
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Peach Extender
When 'not much left exists in right'
meets 'little right in left',
all weft no warp,
all warp no weft,
no weave appears in sight.
But every now and then detected,
a pulse of left in right,
a flash of right in left:
'There's the breach I hoped, expected;
the exception proves the rule:
full fathom five no fellow lies
full-on right-wing fool,
full-on left-wing tool.'
Follow-on from my poem 'Doug's Peach'.
Partly inspired by Q&A debate between Cardinal Pell and Richard Dawkins on 9.4.2012.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.
quote by Doug Larson
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In baseball you hit your home run over the right-field fence, the left-field fence, the center-field fence. Nobody cares. In golf everything has got to be right over second base.
quote by Ken Harrelson
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radars broken...by Talile Ali
havin these feelings
thinkin it's real
so is the woman
its the real deal
a lot on her platter
just found her son
husbands a bit reckless
don't know how it begun
i felt like it was love at first sight
but it may've been something just ain't right
my radar must be broken
i'm always in a mess
and when i am being honest
it just destroys the rest
the truth they say is good
but it seems to fall behind
devastation and destruction
and i don't think thats kind
some ones having fun and it ain't me
why the momma have to hit on me
my radar must be broken
cause i am in a mess
the daughter is all upset
mom wish i didn't confess
but i saw it so simple
just bring it in the light
we'd sit and talk about it
until we got it right
but that was just an illusion to this soul
it will take a lot more than talk to make this whole
poem by Talile Ali
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You Do Know That The Lights Are Out?
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Do you practice for a new game to begin?
With a planning done in my presence.
I am not going to say you are bold...
And cold.
I'd call this...
Straight up heartlessness.
With a tilted head,
And a lot of salt and pepper.
You are playing alone.
And in left field.
You do know that the lights are out?
Why are we arguing between us about faults?
And what had been accepted,
Now hated so that has you hissing.
You do know that the lights are out?
Here!
And you can,
Play the field.
Did you come here...
To hear again,
That reminder?
A pain healed, seldom repeats that process again.
When one's duty is to booty,
Loses compassion...
Don't expect a lost action,
To rekindle itself on memories.
Few...
Were the good ones.
Do you remember your entrance?
That is also your exit.
And...
Those lights that are out?
You did it.
You turned them off.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Being mean about other people isn't on my radar.
quote by Geri Halliwell
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I try to stay under the radar.
quote by Jason Patric
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Pyramid
an alien tower
left by arcane builders
who command visceral gods
must first be mastered.
seven slow steps
to peak at crown,
steel spine
ascended,
illumination all around,
levity too,
but contraction
of human
gravity too great
quick descent
on spiral vortex
soon impels
poem by Doug Bentley
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Inspired by Issa - your rice field, my rice field
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our sons in tokyo
inspired
your rice field
my rice field
the same green
-Issa,1815
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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