Yin and Yang
The television downstairs is blaring
“Americans don’t want National
Health-care” from the Fox network;
But there are no conservatives
In our house
To listen to that stations commentary.
Upstairs my wife is in her sanctum
Chatting with cyber junkies on facebook.
What I consider a waste of ones time.
But she works all day and if she wants to
Push a mouse
Around a pad and type the keyboard, Amen.
It is amazing how different we are:
What she considers something relaxing
And fun, I think it banal and dull.
Telling her that, I would come across
As a louse
And I wouldn’t want that said of me.
Withal, we obviously have chemistry
That works well together and for so long.
It could be a lot worse I should think:
I could be living alone without her
And that’s one option I’d never consider.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Technology
When i turn the television on
i change the channels on and on
i find the right channel with the remote control
i see my idols, they make me lose control! !
When i turn the computer on,
i go to websites in the internet
typing its letters with the keyboard
clicking games with the mouse,
and with no one disturbing me, cause i do it in my house
from generation to generation,
gadgets and gizmo's made by amazing inventors
but three things so simple, i cant be without,
the remote control, keyboard and mouse,
dont need to outside, their inside my house
poem by Trisha Mae Galia
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It's time to look beyond the budget ax to assure access to health care for all. It's time to look for bipartisan solutions to the problems we can tackle today, and to work together for tomorrow - building a health care system that works for all Americans.
Its Amazing
At a stand still, somebody, somebody put me here.
As I heal you, its not that much difference, well be there.
Cant you all see, what it says?
Its says okay now, okay now, now you go.
And I think i, Ill make it,
Because I love you, I love yes you know.
Its amazing, that were still here.
Its amazing, how?
I know you fear me now,
Why did you leave it in my hands?
I cant explain,
How can you leave me out,
How can you push me out,
How can you push me around again?
Its amazing, that were still here.
Its amazing, how?
Oh, amazing that were still here
Its amazing.
Its amazing, thats were still here.
Its amazing, how?
Its amazing that were still here.
Turn it into my direction,
Why did you leave it, leave it in my hands?
How can you put down, how can you put me out,
How can you push me around, push me around, amazing...
Its amazing...
(life, it gives, what you were living, and theres something telling me that I need to go...)
song performed by by Candlebox
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Honky Tonk Down Stairs
Verse:
Well, it wont be long now
Til that ol sun goes down
And darkness helps me hide my shameful tears.
My wife works all night long
For a man whos halfway gone
Shes the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs.
Chorus:
Its a shame she wears the name
Of a man whos locked and chained
To a bottle thats destroyin all hopes and cares.
To the men with hungry eyes
She works and hides her pride
Shes the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by George Strait
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Time Difference Annoyance
The Earth revolves through night and day
Dawn, dusk, midnight and noon
We shoehorn much in waking hours
It's over all too soon
I stretch my love of friends no end
An arm right round our sphere
Not virtual, no, but cyber
Type
Keeps them in touch and dear!
A picture on my network sits
4D will have to wait
Whilst words and minds rehearse and play
Their world I contemplate
I look at time and how it
works
It's difference round the world
I guess there is no other choice
Our planet's always twirled
I wouldn't wish an endless day.
The sun always in sight
And never would I send someone
To drown In eternal night
Sometimes I dream, as chat cuts short
With these good friends of mine
That we could shape our 24
And fashion our own time!
poem by Stevie Taite
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What Type Of Man
What kind of a man goes after a married woman
What kind of a man does it and proclaims his faith in GOD
What kind of man does the things that he shouldn't
Does that type of man think that he will never be caught.
What type of man leaves his children and his wife
What type of man puts his needs and his wants first
What type of a man is scared to fight his own fights
Does that type of man cares whose soul that he hurts.
What type of man talks behind other peoples backs
What type of man lies to make himself look tall in front of others
What type of man is scared to admit the guilt that he has done
Does that type of man think that we are his brothers.
What type of man will not work for a living
What type of man wants others to take care of him
What type of man thinks he is something but he's not
Does that type of man thinks that manhood is his friend.
What type of man cannot be used as an example
What type of man does not keep promises that he's made
What type of man should not be father to any child
Does that type of man know the price that a real man has paid.
What type of man thinks but he cannot think
What type of man looks but he truly does not see
What type of man hears but he does not listen
Does that type of man know that he could never be me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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Spring Cleaning
You said you had
been; deceived by a man.
A man who you said
had; said he would not.
I fear he was no man
not even a mouse
but a deceitful louse.
Time to wash him
out of your hair
more importantly
out of your heart.
Time to wash that louse
clean out of your house.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Kavasutra’s Relaxing Times
KAVASUTRA’S RELAXING TIMES
Kava is a relaxing drink,
served cold by Mr. Pink.
Yes, go to Kavasutra on Lake
sit back and relax and feel great.
Owner Dillon started Kavasutra some years ago,
also in West Palm Beach didn’t you know?
Now Funk Factory is going to play
on November 14, it will be great.
Come meet Yandi and even Draino,
they will serve you Kava all night till you go.
Now visit them on the net.
go to facebook, tweeter and your best bet.
their website which is www.kavasutra.com.
type a comment on their blog.
Then click your mouse around and go
to play some games and watch a video.
Or just stop down on Lake Ave.,
it will be the funniest time you ever had.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on November 13,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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O...what...?
women are
works...
with over the world...
very heary hard...
men also works...
but womens works many...
in house...
in office....
in others...
all wys womens
works...
over then men...
with vey hard works...
but...
money earn
men will bee high
women will bee low...
what is this...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Renda Writer - Cubicle Cages
Work to live or live to work
For better or for worse
Most of us put work first
But what hurts worse
Is the world was built by blue shirts
But white shirts get respect first
It should be vice verse in the network
What's your net worth?
Evenly disperse
The paychecks and the perks
Who ever gets first
Is whoever knows how the network
And the experts
Do less work
While the rest work
Til' their heads hurt
Excessive stress and work
Is situation red alert
We're working for oppressive jerks
'Til our backs and our necks hurt
Interview is the first date
First impression
Flirt
Fired from a line of work
Surrounded by spineless lying jerks
Frowns surrounded by smirks
But now I'm outta work
Working hard or hardly working
This is hard
Cause not working hardly works
And it's hurting
Looking for a job in a city where jobs hide
All time jobless high
National debt is colossal sized
A need to eat and stay alive
Collides with human pride
War is prophesized
Even the prophets lie
And still jobs hide
Behind curtains of diversions
I'm nervous
Working on the side
Haven't found a job so far
Only found the sound of jinglin' change
Inside of an empty pocket
Listen close for the hot stock tip
Just to get to the top quick
And that's it
Now get back in your cage
poem by Renda Writer
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To All Future Husbands
No matter
How much
I educate
My daughter,
If she's not
A good cook
Nor a good
Whore to you
In bed, you
Wouldn't fancy her.
It's the age of
Equality.
If you want your
Wife to work
And bring in
Money…
Why not ask
Your mothers
To teach you
Some cooking
And cleaning
So you can
Share the
Housework.
Instead of being
Brought up
To think
That no matter,
How much
Your wife
Works…
She'll always be
Up and ready,
To do all the
Serving…
And you, the
Lord of the house,
The most deserving,
Unflurried by the fact
That - to be the lady
Of the house, being
A mother, a wife,
A daughter-in-law,
Is Oh! So! Nerve-wracking,
So very tiring, for a woman
Working…
(Theme: Message)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Day I Met Cherie Blair
When you have spent most of your life,
Suffering from panic attacks, Agoraphobia, and strife,
The last thing you need to happen to you,
Is for your glasses to suddenly break in two.
Only an hour before you meet Cherie Blair,
Help, what a total nightmare.
Then on the next table you spot DAVID BLUNKETT,
As you sit there filling your face with junket.
there is always someone Worse off than you,
Especially at this type of do.
Then she comes over, CHERIE BLAIR, and starts to talk to us.
It feels like a dream, we are chatting to the Prime Minister’s wife,
Telling her all about my broken glasses and strife,
Telling her how we can hardly see.
She is so nice, as nice can be.
She’s done her homework, She knows what we were all about,
She impressed us, without a doubt,
I just hope I didn’t stare,
The day we met CHERIE BLAIR.
Bukowski Blues
I live in a dirty, dingy house,
The haunt of the beetle, bedbug and mouse,
But I don't care at all about the flea and the louse
So long as I'm sipping the Famous Grouse!
A taste of that and I feel a lot better
Than the day I got that Dear John letter
And wished by the gods that I'd never met her!
Yes, when I drink whisky I feel a lot better.
I don't care about the mess on the floor
Or the piles of rubbish at the back door -
This place is a pig-sty, that's for sure,
Please pass me the bottle and I'll have some more!
It gives me a kick that chases my blues,
Ignites my humour and provokes my Muse,
It the one panacea a poet should choose
And I'm swigging it now 'cos I've nothing to lose!
It'll ruin my liver, they keep telling me that,
I'm old, unfit and far too fat,
But I'm keeping their warnings under my hat
While my soul's as frisky as a mad tomcat! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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0200 Dementia
Now what did I come upstairs for?
Of course I haven’t forgotten your name,
young lady, it’s just that I can’t remember it
Why am I going upstairs?
I only just got up
No dear, you’re wrong,
I always pay on account
Where’s my bed?
Isn’t this upstairs?
Take the paper back
to the newsagent, someone’s
already done the crossword
Of course I’m undressed,
I just came upstairs
Of course you can sign my name dear,
they know me at the post office
Why is it so dark downstairs,
I’ve only just got up
Why should I give you money for the gas,
Young man? I don’t even know you
I’m sure there are more stairs
than there used to be
Stop being so insulting, young man,
it’s only money
No of course I don’t need help with the stairs,
I know my own house
No dear, you sign for it, I’m sure
your boss will understand
Somebody changed the stairs
when I was out, they
aren’t the same
Why are people so rude about
money these days?
Ask my father to speak
to that young man
The stairs are steeper than they were,
somebody’s changed them
Who are you, I didn’t
ask you to come in…
Of course it’s my house,
it’s just that you changed the stairs
Tell the bank manager to
come and see me in the morning.
Why does that man upstairs
move the stairs at night?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Magic Of His Designs
The magic of His designs
all around us we see,
the working of His divine skill
nature continually displays
and in mysterious ways
His unending love
works selflessly
falling for evermore
like showers from above
and even if we do not want to admit
that He exists and judge His works
by our own feeble sense
make statements by our science
we still do err in incompetence
while His works persist,
His amazing grace and love stays boundless.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Way The World Works
the world works with trageties and happieness to bad the children don't know it or care for it but that one incodent can change a childs life the world works in a mist of war ad peace death and life the world works with everyone this is how it works our world moves from one shooting to a bombing what is going on with our people why must we act like dip shyts over nothing without war we have peace and without peace we have war but our world runs off both if you understand what is going on in the world can someone please tell our president he has no idea about how the world works to him it all war death and money
poem by Ian Singer
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The Keyboard
Great feelings and great love,
For you are very loyal with a lovely heart to keep me going;
And uniquely designed to spell out my name!
Stimulating powers,
I am home alone to sign up for your beauty;
For you are my darling and i am ready to show you the way!
This type of love needs the natural light,
And this type of care needs the natural soul;
For the blessings and the joy of it all is about you.
Amazing love,
I will be there always to make you smile;
And like the panda and the bear playing the keyboard.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I think they should take everyone who works for The National Enquirer and the Star, and everyone who works for Us Weekly, and put them all to work looking for terrorists. I think they would find the terrorists. All of them. It would be genius!
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No Chance For Me
Weekends gone and work it beckons
Like the film in 60 seconds
Wife is making packed up lunches
Son's upstairs he's doing crunches
Daughter's holed up in her room
itunes blaring favourite tune
God her ears they must be ringing
Mine are from her bloody singing
Cat has gone to walk it's round
And see what food is to be found
Dog is curled up on the mat
He's missed his stroll the lazy twat
Wife sits down with glass of red
And magazine she's mostly read
Reflecting on her tiring day
And wonders where's her Mr Grey
While I am sat just contemplating
Why this life i've started hating
Dreary dull and without spice
A life long shift that's not so nice.
Dare i dream of far off places
Different scenes and different faces
Not a chance I have to say
There's no such thing as Mrs Grey.
poem by Dave James
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