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Salvage

Daily the cortege of crumpled
defunct cars
goes by by the lasagna-
layered flatbed
truckload: hardtop

reverting to tar smudge,
wax shine antiqued to crusted
winepress smear,
windshield battered to
intact ice-tint, a rarity

fresh from the Pleistocene.
I like it; privately
I find esthetic
satisfaction in these
ceremonial removals

from the category of
received ideas
to regions where pigeons'
svelte smoke-velvet
limousines, taxiing

in whirligigs, reclaim
a parking lot,
and the bag-laden
hermit woman, disencumbered
of a greater incubus,

the crush of unexamined
attitudes, stoutly
follows her routine,
mining the mountainsides
of our daily refuse

for artifacts: subversive
re-establishing
with each arcane
trash-basket dig
the pleasures of the ruined.

poem by Amy Clampitt
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Lasagna

La-la-la-la-lasagna
You want-a some-a lasagna magnifico
Or a-maybe spaghetti
Ay, you suppers a-ready now, where you go
Mama mia bambino
Mama mia bambino, samatta you
samatta you, samatta you
You should-a taste my lasagna
Ay, you no like-a lasagna
Thats okay too
How about-a calzone
Some-a nice minestrone, ats good for you
Have-a some marinara
Have-a some marinara, I know-a you like
I know-a you like, I know-a you like
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
Would you like some-a zucchini
Or-a my homemade linguini, its hard to beat
Have-a more fettuccini.
Ay, you getting too skinny, you gotta to eat
Ay, mange, mange
(gargling)
Ay, you-a pass the lasagna
A-dont you get any on ya, you sloppy pig
Have-a more ravioli
You-a get roly poly, a-nice and-a big
Like you cousin luigi
Luigi, luigi, capisce paisan
Capisce paisan, capisce paisan
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
La-lasagna
Hey
Hey
(laughing)

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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My Room My Prison Be

Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.

The bars at the windows
are what keeps me here.
They imprison not only me,
but also my heart and soul.

I plead sometimes
for them to disappear,
but my mind will not do it,
as it put them there.

I‘m imprisoned in my fortress,
the place I call my home.
Imprisoned by my mind,
because my mind decrees it so.

Imprisoned by a daily routine,
I find it hard to break,
and sometimes,
I do not want to break it.

Without that daily routine,
what would my life be?
Going around in circles,
until eternity?

My own guilt,
put me in my own prison,
and only I have,
the key to release me.

17 June 2007

poem by David Harris
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Mandates of Their Empire

Do not let language be used against you.
Refuse the rhetoric of mass control.
The system will not reveal what is true,
For honesty emancipates the soul.
Do not debauch your ideas or words.
If you do, you choose to refute meaning.
Why would one desire to be left unheard,
Relying on others intervening?
Do not wait for the world to become fair
When billionaires plan your daily routine.
Renounce the indoctrination, despair,
And injustice of their content machine.
Do whatever you sincerely desire.
Disregard the mandates of their empire.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Name of the game...life.. destiny...fate

Big ol’ houses…
lil’ studio apartments
Limousines
Little bitty Kia cars

Haute cuisine
Beans and weenies
Back porch people
Movie stars

Caviar
Microwave popcorn
Same pleasures,
Different name

From Cars to culture…
food or fame
From samovars…or mason jars
...The coffee’s still the same...

poem by David Whalen
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Of Things Missed

So many, the people
With clear cold command
Of the language
And fully utilized by them
in daily discourse

And yet know little, or not…
Of the texture and design
In the weave of the words, and
Know or suffer not
A whit or hint of remorse

Of the richness of
The pleasures inherent
Tho' obviously to most,
not apparent
In the daily, depths
Of Deep discourse

The wealth of treasure
In daily words
By most is simply, sadly, missed
Yet in the majority not e'en noticed
For most…ignorance is bliss

poem by David Whalen
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Up Above The Daily Hum

Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum

song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Robotic Routine

We wake up in the morning
to a cup of coffey
to some it's just a cup
to others a trophy

We do our daily needs
get ready for work
we feed our hungry stomaches
like pathetic jerks

Then we climb into our cars
and away we go
to join the other millions
on this circus show

We really should stop
and think for a while
we're doing the same thing
and with no damn style

We need to change our lives
by adding some color
we have to change routine
in our tuned out motor

We have to come alive
and change our scene
we need to say good-bye
to our robotic routine.

(Charlie vergara/07.14.2008/25117)

poem by White Tiger
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I Refuse

Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
[fade]

song performed by by Cars
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I think one of the things that language poets are very involved with is getting away from conventional ideas of beauty, because those ideas contain a certain attitude toward women, certain attitudes toward sex, certain attitudes toward race, etc.

quote by Diane Wakoski
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Some Aspect Of Truth

There is much more to life,
Than having the ability to sit...
And create grudges.
To smear and smudge others.

Although in the doing...
The screwing feels good,
To many who would if they could...
Find some aspect of truth in what it is they do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Will I Daily Look Upon God's Face? (Cavatina)

How will I daily look upon God's face,
while I do sin
and still daily continually do fall?
When I begin
each day with a prayer, inside my heart
His love is in,
while He daily makes my life again new,
much more pure than all of the morning dew

poem by Gert Strydom
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The Other Woman

Jesse Mae Robinson
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone

song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Mubarak Torture Regime

Thousands of WikiLeaks
released documents,
diplomatic cables from
2009 and 2010 from
the US embassy in Cairo.
Prove the Barak Obama
administration knew
a dictator Hosni Mubarak
regime held onto power
by terrorizing Egyptians.

US Ambassador Margaret
Scobey in a cable dated
January 15,2009. The letter
calls police brutality “routine
and pervasive” and states that
“police using force to extract
confessions from criminals [is]
a daily event.” A daily shame
written in blood screaming pain
“routine and pervasive” torture.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Satisfaction

(m. jagger/k. richards)
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm watchin' my tv
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm ridin' round the world
And i'm doin' this and i'm signing that
And i'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see i'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no, i can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

song performed by by Rolling Stones
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It's me

I am early riser,
Simple man but not wiser,
Try to remain as closer,
With HIS blessings never a looser,

My day starts with HIS prayer,
Dark sides close and open bright layer,
Serving birds feed on the roof top,
Daily routine which continues non-stop,

Mild Sun rays on closed eyes and face,
Struggle with thoughts and ready for race,
Ground ready with new ideas lace,
Find new ways from place to place,

Struggle to continue for survival,
Earnest efforts for genuine revival,
I shall be there to face the moment,
Watch every steps and single movement,

Day may have it’s up and down,
Not so worried with face more frown,
Will have to wait when seed is sown,
Surfacing on scene with full tree grown,

Day may end with success or failure,
Satisfaction I may have that is for sure,
When I lay on bed with feelings pure,
No room for deviation that I ensure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The problem with the auto industry is layered upon the lack of consumer confidence. People are not buying cars. I don't care whether they're or American cars, or international cars.

quote by Jennifer M. Granholm
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Other Woman

Jesse mae robinson
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And shes never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with french perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys thats scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
Hell find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when shes by his side
Its such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Daily I Crucify Him

Daily I crucify Him while I dwell in sin,
while I stumble forth in life;
daily a new life for me He does begin
even when I fall down in strive

and from every sin, every iniquity
daily He sets me free.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Soul Searching

Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
"seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you? "
It questions
simple and straight.

"Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.

So
Are you dead?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet, "
whispers my mirrored friend.

"Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity."

"Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don't dump into dustbin
God's own creations."

"Being humane you can't be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed."

"Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion, love and giving
should only be my goal."
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
-----o-------
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul

poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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(The) Bigger Lie

Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,
To coverup any known!
Only shows that lies,
Are being told!
And on a daily basis,
They have been sold!

The entire system created,
Has been built on them.
Where has the honesty ever thrived...
When even the churches,
Are dens of sins!

Integrity seems to be known by those ostracized.
Those who speak with a truthfulness,
Who are character assassinated...
And dragged through the mud,
Despised.

A society that is witnessed falling apart...
Tries hard to masquerade its decadence.
By criminalizing petty offenses...
Of those who privately smoke their dope,
And munch on candy bars!