Innocent citizen
A dark brown elephant
Raising its trunk madly rushing
Towards another grey one
This is may be their mate time
Or may be the time for election
The opponent quarrels and fights
All the lies of the incumbent
Who refutes and puts counter allegations
In the middle crashed and stampeded,
The people, common and innocent.,
poem by Abdul Wahab
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It’s election time again
Picture postcards in the mail
Election time again
On every campaign trail
Election time, election time, election time
It’s election time,
A photo opportunity everywhere
Yes election time,
Cleaner streets and cleaner air,
Election time, election time, election time
In every seat across the nation
Never seen so much enthusiasm
So many nice people wanting to shake my hand
Tell me they’ll do all they can
To fill my wish list
It’s election time,
And they’re all promising to do more
Yes election time
Than they did before
Election time, election time, election time
I’d love to have a house by the sea
Handpick my neighbors to suit me
Drive a car on my own road
Free education for young and old
A health system that doesn’t tear at the seems
Throw in world peace by two thirteen (2013)
It’s election time
Picture postcards in the mail
Election time
On every campaign trail
Election time, election time, election time
I’d love to have a house by the sea
Handpick my neighbors to suit me
Drive a car on my own road
Free education for young and old
A health system that doesn’t tear at the seems
Throw in world peace by two thirteen (2013)
The future for our children, may hold a little pain
But who’ll bite the bullet, come election time
Election time, election time, election time
Copyright Colin Coplin 2005 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Ask The Dragon
Ask the dragon why shes crawling with eight legs,
And she says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a giraffe why hes keeping his neck straight,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a bird why hes flying so high,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a girl why shes dancing in the wind,
And this is what she says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Ask The Dragon
Ask the dragon why shes crawling with eight legs,
And she says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a giraffe why hes keeping his neck straight,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a bird why hes flying so high,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a girl why shes dancing in the wind,
And this is what she says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
Ask an elephant why hes raising his trunk,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a tiger why hes running so fast,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a monkey why hes swinging from a tree,
And he says, donno, Im just doing it.
Ask a guy why hes dancing in the sun,
And this is what he says:
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunset
sunset
weak rays of the sun
not so warm
dying
a brown dog plays in the sunset of grass
taking a jaw bone of
a pig from the farm nearby
a white dog comes to play with
him, but there is no more time
for this silly
thing to do,
this time all quarrels end
it is dimmer
now and all the children have to go home
now,
sunset, the white and brown dogs
find comfort in the dark with their glowing eyes in the dark
tonight
not just the jaw bone, the hind legs and the ears
and the belly of another pig
come astray.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sunset
weak rays of the sun
not so warm
dying
a brown dog plays in the sunset of grass
taking a jaw bone of
a pig from the farm nearby
a white dog comes to play with
him, but there is no more time
for this silly
thing to do,
this time all quarrels end
it is dimmer
now and all the children have to go home
now,
sunset, the white and brown dogs
find comfort in the dark with their glowing eyes in the dark
tonight
not just the jaw bone, the hind legs and the ears
and the belly of another pig
come astray.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elephant On The Telephone
There’s an elephant on the telephone
Who wants to make a trunk call
To the elegant but pleasant gent
That he calls his negligent uncle
Who had forgotten, since he’s not
An elephant with great foresight,
To tie a tight knot upon the spot
In his cotton handkerchief, a fortnight
Ago in November, so he’d remember
That December’s the time for going shopping
For expensive gifts he intends to fit
In the elephant’s huge Christmas stocking.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Any Other Time
I remember there was a time,
I found it easy to do things controversial.
With a doing to offend those...
Politically correct and doing their best,
To have themselves perceived...
As having proper etiquette.
Upholding standards that were then valued.
Today my maverick ways are so passe they bore.
Even today a great leader can pretend to debate,
But then again appear to snore.
While he lets his opponent win,
When any other time this same opponent...
Would find himself ignored.
'Why do you think he allowed that to happen? '
People are already aware of his skills and abilities.
I think he made it understood by all...
Just how effective his opponent will be as a leader.
'Do you think it was a new strategy? '
No, not really.
I just think the President felt he would use the time,
To get some sleep!
'Do you think the next debate will be any different? '
Well, that depends.
'On what? '
If the opponent decides to appear,
Without the need to play charades.
Or disguise in yet another masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am an opponent of Saddam Hussein, but an opponent also, of the sanctions that have killed a million Iraqi children and an opponent of the United States' apparent desire to plunge the Middle East into a new and devastating war.
quote by George Galloway
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Planting Corn
To say that I am out of touch,
Is preposterous.
It is said I am a proponent,
Of the strategies applied
By the current administration.
I am appalled by those allegations,
Wholeheartedly.
My family and I are aware of the needs,
Of the common people.
Annually my wife and I take it upon ourselves,
To ensure each one of our servants
Is given a turkey each Thanksgiving without fail.
They are pleased and happy.
We witness their smiling faces.
We are 'there'.
We see this!
In fact,
This very act of 'giving'
Reminds me of John Winn.
Now John,
Was a common man and a good neighbor.
Who grew to learn the value of sharing.
He recommended and devised a method of planting corn,
To supplement income.
An advocate of self sufficiency...
During hard economic times,
What did John do?
He was able to hire a few of his neighbors.
And 'this' is the kind of growth,
My running mate and I feel important.
'And 'where' is John today?
How has he maintained his quality of life,
Under these circumstances.'
Well,
He did pass away back in 1723!
'Three hundred and sixty five years ago? ? ? '
It is not the circumstance...
But the substance of the point I make!
I say we can do these things.
Our workers are the best in the world.
John's ambitious, independent nature...
Is a robust quality just as valued today,
More than at any other time in our great country's history.
My opponent...
He wants to raise taxes on the middle class.
He wants to spread the wealth around.
You see my hips?
See them shift to the left and shift to the right?
I tell you...
When you see them shift like that...
Your taxes will 'not' be raised overnight!
My opponent wants to impose the same policies,
Of King Henry VIII
How can that be justified?
And he took Catherine of Aragon as his bride.
Founded the Anglican Church.
Which later became the Church of England.
And the first king to authorize an English language Bible!
'What policies were those? '
That's besides the point.
But he will still implement them.
His lack of experience poses a threat.
He is a 'socialist' and I stand by my record.
Close to thirty years I've stood right there!
I am a maverick and I know what needs to be done!
And...
I know my history!
Plus...
I assure you,
I do not have daddy issues!
I sir,
Was a prisoner of war.
I know what needs to be done,
To protect our national interests.
And you, Ms Palin?
Your views?
'I've said this before.
And I think this bears repeating!
From my second floor window...
I can actually see them having dinner at the Kremlin!
You betcha!
And that's Russia.
Lots of palaces too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oh! Lisa With These Lovely Eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
So please tell my soul to sympathize,
We shall cry forever in overcast skies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes,
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Heartbroken heart spoken, not taken back
To change a mind so is lifes dream
Lisa with the dark brown eyed
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
That blends your butter scotch face insight
Smiles which brings sparkles to my mind
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Many pre thoughts of your strays hypnotize
French, African, English culture dies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
She dabbles her life in fiction trash
her soul with curious follies
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Loneliness, has come far a sad. sad day
Emptiness in your mind and heart pay
Lisa with the dark brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
You walk the world in beauty forgotten
They speak about you something forbidden
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Lisa with the dark, dark, brown eyes
Your body your mind so whole same so
Your gave birth and I wish I could understand, understand
Lisa with the dark dark raven eyes
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes
Curiosity is so special time flies, my sighs
Persuaded a fool to be wise, so wise how wise
Lisa with the dark dark brown eyes.
poem by Klayne Mario Burton
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Confidence boosts
A dog barks when it is in its yard.
An elephant fights a crocodile on land.
A crocodile fights an elephant in sea.
A team plays well in its home ground.
One gathers strength in the uniform.
What they feel and with what spirit they act
Is confidence. Confidence is the faith
One has from the counted advantages.
26.06.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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It's Time
Time to love me or leave me
Time to think and act
Not time to pretend and play more games
Not time to fake things you don’t feel
Not time to put on that sweet innocent smile
Time to fight or back down
Time to love or be lost
Time to show who your heart really lies with
Not time to ignore and act like you don’t care
Not time to try and make me change my ways
Time to look at the future
Time to make the memories last
Or leave them behind and in the past
Time to fess up or forget and let me leave you alone
Time to tell the truth with no more lies
Time for you to take off your disguise
poem by Danielle Floyd
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Morse Moose & The Grey Goose
Right on down at the bottom of the sea
Tell me are you receiving me?
My name is morse moose and Im calling you
The grey goose was a steady boat
People said shes never float
One night when the moon was high
The grey goose flew away
As we were sailing round the rocks
The mate took out his compass box
And said the wind is like a fox
But the grey goose flew away
When out upon the open sea
The admiral, the mate and me
Prepared to face eternity
But the grey goose flew away
She flew into the stormy sea
Davy jones was calling me
But heading for tranquility
The grey goose flew away
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Countryside
Patches of dark grey clouds
and streaks of white clouds
on the greenish brown hills
blocking the daylight;
The water-filled paddy fields
the swaying of the coconut tree leaves
the raindrops on mustard flowers;
some black and white coloured
cows tied under a tree
and a herd of mooing cows heading home;
The smiles of children playing in
rain puddles, various coloured
umbrellas scattered from
here to there, people rushing
to their homes, a small
temple sheltering all;
The cool breeze, the droplets of
water on every face,
the smell of damp brown-earth
made the time stand still.
I paused and resumed
my journey of life.
Copyright©2011Rizvana Parveen
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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Quarrels are essence.
Internal quarrels produce poetry.
Societal quarrels bring out story.
External quarrels adduce theory.
Sexual quarrels reproduce arts.
05.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oscar's Drawing
oscar draws a woman
with a long black hair
and light brown skin
holding a big Grey cat
her red lips are tight
as a bud
her cheeks do not
have a dimple
her eyes are blank
without a blink of an eyelid
very much like the cat that stares at you
when you steal a glance at it
i ask him if he can compromise a falling leaf
at the back of the woman
or a little red sparrow flying away from a branch
of a tree to a blue cloud nearby
at least there is a movement to feel the wind
or something to hear like the fluttering of a wing
as a matter of compromising
the smirk of mellowing sorrow
but he does not say any word
and without batting an eyelash
he puts in there
some old letters which he kept for quite a time
inside an old family trunk
a little bit blurred and
distant so i may never have
the chance of reading them again
something so sad maybe, but i think Oscar
knows what he is doing with the scar
he knows the ways of the
deep, the mysterious and the beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here you are again
Here you are again
Back in my memorie
My memory of you
No more lies, no more fights
Time and memory...
Hurst and blames always,
leaving their mark
I dont ever want to remember
That sadden sife of my life.
Memories turn into tears,
Pain and lies only sink,
into grey.
Memory
Here you are again,
Back in my memorie tearing
My heart apart.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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When Is The Right Time To Lower The Anchor?
sometimes he
asks
in the middle of his
sorrow
where is that soul mate
that must appease
longing
upon a cliff
one sees layers of
time's scars
upon cut timber lies
epochs
myriad circles
yet missing
that center of
the soul
that is the journey
of the boat
looking for its
right port
it longs for the right
time
to lower finally
its stable anchor
at the bottom
of the
ocean floor
the storms are here
but who shall
care?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life Lies And Deceit
Eyes of the innocent
Lies of the guilty
float around like loose atoms
Ready to collide
Ready to explode in my mind
False confessions
To tie in with lies,
lies of the witnesses
So they don't have to hide
Will they ever come forward
and say it was all a lie
Or will they
Let the innocent people die
In their life lies and deceit
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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