On the Conduct of the World Seeking Beauty Against Government
Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri,
like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine
Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs
before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped itself round
The Tree of Knowledge? What would Roque Dalton joke about lately
teeth chattering like a machine gun as he dabated mass tactics
with his Companeros? Necessary to kill the Yanquis with big bomb
Yes but don’t do it by yourself, better consult your mother
to get the Correct Line of Thought, if not consult Rimbaud once he got his leg cut off
or Lenin after his second stroke sending a message thru Mrs Krupskaya
to the rude Georgian, & just before his deathly fit when the Cheka aides
outside
his door looked in coldly assuring him his affairs were in good hands no need to move - What sickness at the
pit of his stomach moved up to
his brain?
What thought Khlebnikov on the hungry train exposing his stomach to the
sun?
Or Mayakovsky before the bullet hit his brain, what sharp propaganda for
action
on the Bureaucratic Battlefield in the Ministry of Collective Agriculture in
Ukraine?
What Slogan for Futurist architects or epic hymn for masses of Communist
Party Card holders in Futurity
on the conduct of the world seeking beauty against Government?
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Bullet Train
Sunrise showing every flaw
Paying for the night before
Dark eyes, scanning every vein
Exploding - cannot stand the strain
With each new mile they death defy me
Standing on trial scrutinize me
And questionize my
Strong denial
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Windows illuminating stains
Breakdown closing in again
Freefall as I close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Changing my course blurred and scorched
Breathing exhaust as we distort
By gravity
Of such g-force
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Breakdown close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Stained glass bursting in
Shattering my world again
Freefall but never can
Ever reach the ground again
Dark eyes scanning in
Feel my mind explode within
Wanting much more i implore you
Near to deaths door to ignore
The screams of all
Who fall before
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Bullet bullet bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Bullet
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Battlefield Of Love
I am a soldier
A casualty of love
I've been from heaven
All the way to hell
I've had a journey
Much more than I can tell
I've got stories
Much more than I can sell
All this mass confusion
Causes chaos in my brain
I'm on the battlefield
The battlefield of love
With all of the illusions
I won't ever be the same
I'm on the battlefield
The battlefield of love
I'm a prisoner
A prisoner of love
I have been captured
And kept underground
I have been tortured
But I don't make a sound
'Cause I know one day
One day I will be found
All this mass confusion
Causes chaos in my brain
I'm on the battlefield
The battlefield of love
With all of the illusions
I won't ever be the same
I'm on the battlefield
The battlefield of love
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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I Vote For Peace
Hell's march parades
mass military power
great armies stomping
up and down proud
pomp ceremony spectacles...
Latin ‘ceremonia'
awe reverent rite rituals
in modern empires
uniform devoted killers
trained in mass destruction...
I must be old fashioned
I see more value
in a well cooked meal
in the stomach
aid and care given
with compassion
in sickness or accidents
instead of a bullet in the brain
this view true holds
for me for both genders.
I vote no army no military globally.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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(V - 2004) The Lad who was called Mad
People called him mad.
Many a days
He came to my mother
He would then say
‘There is fire in my stomach’
My mother would then hurry her cooking
Soon she would serve
Rice and curry
Spiced with love and care.
He would eat to his full
And at the very next door
He would again say
‘There is fire in my stomach –
I am hungry still’
And so one day
I looked deep into him
Wondered what his hunger was for
And saw fire in his heart.
Still, he little knew that
He simply said, ‘there is fire in my stomach’
And people called him mad.
He was a sensitive lad
Some had led him astray
So he lost his senses,
Lost his way
And people called him mad.
This hurt him more
Still he had them guide him.
So, finally one day
Into the temple pond
He drowned himself
To quell for ever
The fire in him
And then the people
Who had called him mad
Said with pity, ‘Oh, how sad! ’
Man Of Action
You got all the time in the world
You count the minutes like beads on a string
Open the floor for a little debate
While you sit and watch the rug unravelling
You got a message from the weather man
Youre looking for a thumb when theres a hole to fill
Who bites the bullet?
Man of action will
Call me. have gun. will travel.
Think about it, ponder on that
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on this
With a fist or a kiss
Ill put your dreams in action
Pressures building up and down the line
You see the difference in the smallest thing
Put a new tape in your message machine
Hit the shelters til you see what change will bring
Sometimes justice seems a fragile thing
You paralyze it with a lack of will
Trade in your karma
Man of action will
Call the avenging angel
Think about it, ponder on this
If you cant make that move, man of action will
Think about it, ponder on that
Time to cut through the fat
I am your first reaction
Someones got to push it on
Someones got to shake it on
Someones got to take it on
Man of action will
song performed by by Utopia
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Down The Line
She met this guy, she thought he was kinda good lookin
Yeah she met this guy, she thought he was funny sometimes
His mom and daddy had a little money tucked away
They were someday bound to come down the line, to come down the line
He had a job but you could not call it working
She had cuban boyfriend out of town
Shed do anything in the world not to hurt him on down the line
Imagine that, on down the line
Well the old man caught her and he moved out last summer
Yeah she was down for awhile but she came around with time
She met a guy at work she thought was kinda good lookin
Yeah on down the line
Down the line...
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The problem is no longer that with every pair of hands that comes into the world there comes a hungry stomach. Rather it is that, attached to those hands are sharp elbows.
quote by Paul Samuelson
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Gain Using Brain
Think carefully thrice
Throw decisions' dice
On the fine brain-floor
Success will knock at your door
You must be brave
Do not think about the grave
Surely from worry-fever
You will soon recover
The World you must leave
But before leaving, you must leave
Principles for ambitious youth
Living in East, West, North and south
Make cowardice face death
For this stop fear's breath
Valuable thoughts you must contribute
Forever then the World will pay tribute
If thought -fertilizers are scant
How can grow brain-plant?
Let brain make the right move
Then only obstacles you can remove
Wonderful plans brain can easily invent
Any hardship it can surely circumvent
A sharp brain is hard-work's gift
For coming up in life, it is the lift
Man has developed great cultures
Remain the same all other creatures
The obvious reason is brain
Thinking is to the brain grain
Life-river when you cross
Hindrances will come across
So skilfully construct the brain-bridge
Keep guiding thought-boards in the edge
If brain remains dull and negative
How can actions become superlative?
Brain is the basic root
That gives sweet success-fruit
If life-land is arid
Sweat can help get rid
Of aridity which is a success -killer
Provided brain becomes an expert-tiller.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Adam and Eve Apple Fantasy
I am bored Adam
I am bored Eve
Let's walk together in the garden
It is afternoon Adam
It is afternoon Eve
Our tummies are empty
Let's have something to eat
It is beautiful garden of Eden
How wonderful the fruit trees!
Adam look honey
This beautiful Apple tree
No Eve this is the knowledge tree
Look Eve there is sign in the sky
Can't you see?
Lord command 'Don't eat from the apple tree'
Ha Ha Ha
Who is that?
I am serpent of the garden
Listen Adam
Listen Eve
Go pick the big apple
from the tree
Adam my honey
Do you hear me?
My stomach is aching
go get me this delicious apple
Eve I would not disobey the Lord
Oh Adam
Oh Honey
You seduce me Eve
Ooh Adam
Ooh Eve
Something happened after
we ate the apple
Go Adam get some Fig leaves
Adam Let's rest
under the shaded tree
Adam let's have babies
Eve let's have off-springs
poem by Sherif Monem
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My New Worst Holiday-Halloween
candies, cookies, cakes galore! i dont know if my teeth or stomach can take it anymore! my stomach is mad, but my brain is ecstatic! i think i am a candy fanitic! i am going to burst soon, soon i will burst. i cant make or eat another candy broughtworst! my mouth is sore from screaming 'TRICK OR TREAT! ! ! ' and my legs are standing at their peak! Halloween is my new worst holiday, but for now, relief i seek!
CREATED ON: 10-31-08
poem by Bonnie Joe
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The press should be not only a collective propagandist and a collective agitator, but also a collective organizer of the masses.
quote by Vladimir Lenin
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Book Of Changes
I consult the I Ching with a question
Only I myself will ask.
Giving Taoism my full attention
Three pennies I will cast.
Six casts in all will yield a hexagram
Chance determines each line.
The bottom three shows plainly who I am
The top three will divine.
Depending on the hexagram result
In it lies a message.
The book of changes I must now consult
Determines the presage.
Wind followed by wind
Is self-realization
One continuum.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Mom, I'm Hungry
A funny in my tummy
I want to eat something yummy
I grabbed the phone to call my mommy
And told her, 'mom, I am hungry'
When my mom came home she baked me a cake
I munched and I crunched the cake she had baked
After a while my stomach had growl
The word mommy I just howl
My mom came as quickly as she could
And gave me snacks that looked so good
She gave fruits that looked so nice
And a glass of water she filled with ice
After I ate
My stomach had ache
I never knew I ate so many
I'll never eat food so plenty
I always say 'Mom, I'm hungry' at our house or even outside. I made this when I was in the 6th grade.
PS: This poem is not a true story =)
poem by Geneen Meyers
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This Poem Is Disturbed
it is written on a hungry stomach
a gas-filled brain
it knows no law
it has only raw, cheap passion
it has but
emptiness for a tutor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feet
Listen you! This concerns us all;
Poor, wealthy, kind and cruel.
So necessary, yet so neglected;
Greatly used, poorly acknowledged.
Brain, heart, stomach and hand,
Eyes, Tongue and all manner of meat
Sacrifice your pride you lofty band
And pay what is owed to the working feet.
'Why should I hearken? ' remarks the brain,
'I am our memories, knowledge and power.
To me give your ears and from this foolishness refrain
Lest you should stray from hearing my answer.
I, the master, you, my slaves,
I am told what occurs, I tell you what to do.
Without me, you are useless knaves,
So I bid you, ignore that voice untrue! '
'Why should I care? ' purrs the small heart,
'I give our joy, our love and more,
Could you, could you really with me part?
Allow me to decide this matter as you have before.
Those twin workers never have complained,
Not a word from their soul has ever been raised,
They must be merry, for this work were they not trained?
Applaud them not; they need not be praised.'
'Why should I bother? ' belches the stomach,
'I am a worker too, very important and busy!
Yet, e'en with my lack of time, I will say this fact,
I will put these comrades back, out of their reasoning silly.
Look here, my friend, we all have our place,
Each quite noble and well scored,
So now you see by my great grace
That your motto should be: duty is its own reward.'
'Why should I pity? ' spits the hands,
'We are the same, we work alike,
There is no reason why they should grumble on crossing lands!
They are pathetic! Unable to deal with their dislike.
You should try my troublesome job,
You wouldn't tarry long I assure you,
The first challenge, a single sob,
You would be running back, back down low! '
Warned were you! This concerned us all,
Proud, deceptive, insensitive and scornful.
So necessary, yet so neglected;
Greatly used, poorly acknowledged.
Brain, heart, stomach and hand,
Eyes, Tongue and all manner of meat
Doomed you are, you lofty band
To suffer the wrath of the overworked feet!
'He cannot disobey' steams the brain,
'We thought you merry! ' screams the heart,
'This is done to rashly' tries the stomach,
'Woe approaches rapidly! ' cries the hands.
No! You were told, pleaded with and warned,
Now hear the feet in all it's anger unwound!
'Walking, hasting, running and crashing,
I was told this was the job I was given, the job I deserve;
Made this way because of my wrong-doing,
Must obey, duty the only thing left I have to preserve.
Long I did so, with obedience and commitment worked,
But I came to realise that as false words, hollow comfort!
Even now I do my work, however, a new purpose devised,
You cannot beat me any of you, I am the humble foot!
'Hasting, running, sprinting and crashing,
I lead you forward in the path I choose:
Through fire, nettle, stone and lightning
I continue, slowly winding the body deathly loose.
You cannot stop me, nor can you keep going.
Brain you are starved and heart you are faltering,
Stomach you are breaking and hands you are flailing.
You could not stop me, now you are past dying.'
Doomed are you! This destroys us all,
Proud, deceptive, insensitive and scornful.
So powerful yet so humble;
Meekest soul, never a mumble.
Brain, heart, stomach and hand,
Eyes, Tongue and all manner of meat
Ignorant at warning, you lofty band,
You are at the judgement of the mighty feet!
poem by Mark Challenger
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Dream Love
Thee created from shine
thy shine soft smiling face
ye the latest
updat from God
that sleepers
can't ever see
light i must see
when ye cross
the dim boulevard
But thy only mine
when i dream
when i wake
i wanna stream
thy not mine, all alone
Fate decide
who to see in life
but heart decide
who to get in life
i got the letters
I-LOVE but can't
get U
my love for ye
is older than Adam
but my heart was afraid
for the truth
When ever
i face thy beauty
My brain dance round
and round
but i never drunk
how to stop ye
how to start
what to say
come to my dancing brain
but was the first time
to fall in love
Trembling began
and she embrace me
but two minutes sure
We have the same love
thus my lips
reluctantly kissed her heart
thus passion began
i never thought
she could be mine
but i was wrong
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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Cocaine
You take sally and Ill take sue
Their aint no difference between the two
Cocaine, running all round my brain
Headin down scott, turnin up main
Looking for that girl that sells cocaine
Cocaine, runnin all round my brain
Late last night about a quarter past four
Ladanyi come knockin down my hotel room door
Wheres the cocaine--
Its runnin all round my brain
I was talking to my doctor down at the hospital
He said, son, it says here youre twenty-seven,
But thats impossible
Cocaine-- you look like you could be forty-five
Now Im losing touch with reality and Im almost out of blow
Its such a fine line-- I hate to see it go
Cocaine, runnin all round my brain
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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I Have Seen
I have seen many birds, but the peacock is different.I have seen many snake, but the bead-like snake is the most beautiful! it has a robe of velvet.There species spinach but the red spinach is the most fresh.I have met many girls but the lady i saw FUNMILOLA i affirmed that there is no end to God creative mysteries! her beauty come's in different forms, her beauty is unique, she's lovely and fresh, she walks elegantly in beauty, her eyes are angelic, her thight are honey! brain and beauty! tall slim with a crown of rich hair, silver white teeth, when i sing of your beauty don't plug your ears, my music is dance-able.The butterfly cannot but the flowers, you own the house i want to live in, you own the door tha i am knocking at, open the door and let me in.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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The Soothing Caress Of The Serpent's Flattering Tongue
At one time or another
The politician himself was a snake
A big boulder of a boomerang rock
Fell on the man snake
He was staring death in the face
The pious tender man saved him
But true to form there and then
The ungrateful politician went all
Out to prostitute himself before
The world and the other crosstitudes
And before the world the pious man
He threatened to backbite and betray
And back stab all this was true to
The form of the slick darkie politician
Before you back stab me and backbite me
And betray me let's consult the consult
That spin doctor known as the jackal
The out maneuvered pious man said
Jackal is like Ban Ki Moon and Kofi
Annan rolled into one-they're notorious
For charming the world into shaking
The hands of the Basher Assads and the
Muammar Ghadafis of the world that are
Dripping with the blood of the innocent
Ban and Kof are at the forefront of the
Self servers who give the democratic world
The package of democracy without justice
On the plight of the miserable poor The
United Nations is usually silent but it
Defends to death the rights of the murderer
To receive clemency and skip the noose...
To the deceiving snake man thus spake Jackal
Crawl under the big bouldering rock
And try as he did the snake could not
Get the rock off his heaving chest and there
They left the snake to ponder to death
The lot that's to befall the politicians
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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The Sickness
he cannot imagine himself
now
swallowing from pill to pill
his stomach
becoming more like
a pharmaceutical
storage cabinet
there is a pill for his
numb arms
another pill for his
acidic stomach
more pills for him
to sleep
another pill for his
throat infection
another one for his
allergies
side effects of some
drugs that he had been
taking
this sickness into death
until one day
he refuses any pill
not that he cannot pay the bill
he is ready for
the thrill
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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