What Are You Up To?
What are you up to?
I have smelt something fishy
I don't have a clue!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Something Fishy
There must be something fishy going on
You said you were goin on a fishin trip with some old friend
You said that youd be home tonight somewhere around ten
Well here it is, its two oclock and youre still not at home
I think theres something fishy goin on
I think that Im a sucker thats swallowing your line
I try to make myself believe that its all in my mind
But you never asked me if Id like to go along
So there must be something fishy goin on
Chorus:
Theres something fishy goin on
On these fishin trips youre goin on
Im gettin tired of stayin home alone
Some night when you come home and discover that Im gone
You can bet theres something fishy goin on
I guess some large-mouth bass left that lipstick on your shirt
I dont think youre a fisherman, honey
I think youre a flirt
Well if youre goin fishin then why dont you bring em home
I think theres something fishy goin on
Repeat chorus
Tag:
Yes, you can bet theres something fishy goin on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Some things that can happen with a fish
A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A fish that drinks like a fish, that is a fish in excess
A fish that fishes in troubled waters, that is a fish taking advantage of another fish in trouble
A fish that fishes or cuts bait, well, to be or not to be, to retreat or to attack, that is the fishy question
A fish that is neither fish nor fowl, is a fish that is neither one nor the other, lacking some convictions
A fish out of water, is a fish feeling left out, no longer in his accustomed environment
Do you have other fish to fry for now?
Is there other matter requiring my attention?
Poor fish,
the lake is finally fished out from his fishy mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Haven't A Clue
I haven't a clue of what to do.
Even though I know it's true.
Anxiety fills my body through.
The thought of rejection makes me blue.
Although the thought of success pushes me to.
Should I take the chance to find romance?
Or should I just pull back from this uncertain dance?
I want it bad. I'm going mad.
If you reject me I'll feel sad.
I haven't a clue of where to go.
The coming of it seems so slow.
Massive impatience inside me grows.
Despair and hoplessness greatly flow.
If it's time how will I know?
I haven't a clue of what to say.
All the answers come in shades of gray.
I can't continue in this awful play.
It seems I'm bound to lose in every way.
I haven't a clue now what I'll do.
I guess I'll sit here like a fool.
Never moving for what's cool.
I haven't the balls to claim this jewel.
Where to go and what to do?
All I can say is I haven't a clue.
poem by Michael McParland
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Field Path
The beams in blossom with their spots of jet
Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever met;
The level meadow grass was in the swath;
The hedge briar rose hung right across the path,
White over with its flowers--the grass that lay
Bleaching beneath the twittering heat to hay
Smelt so deliciously, the puzzled bee
Went wondering where the honey sweets could be;
And passer-bye along the level rows
Stoopt down and whipt a bit beneath his nose.
poem by John Clare
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Like My Father Before Me
Like my father before me,
and in the way that my son,
my daughter will do
I have sprouted from this fertile land
have felt the rain falling in big drops
upon the red-brown hot sand,
have smelt new life springing forth
from the wetness of rain,
from the wetness of human seed
I have smelt the sulphur of blue-white thunder,
have experienced the wonder
of seeing new seedlings bursting
right through the ground
and this continent of Africa
where the sun hangs
in a cobalt blue sky,
will as long as I am living
be home to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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O Baby I Love You
O baby I love you
More than you think I do!
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Now I feel so sorry too
But I don’t know what to do
Why don’t you give me a clue?
You have made me so crazy
I need your mind and body
But I don’t know what to do
Why don’t you give me a clue?
You are so perfect for me
I want your mind and body
But I don’t know what to do
Why don’t you give me a clue?
poem by Asif Andalib
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My Recipe
For love I design the name of wondrous nature,
I love its wondrous age, the animal inside;
Offering a man his peeling of fruit and vegetables,
A cook is designing new food for heavy consumption.
The cooking is simple, and plates are filled with heaven-
On that is regard for taste, on this is peace and bliss.
Joke on him, the big chef, who dearly paid for mistakes,
Oiling the pan with more food and spreading special
Ingredients, like there was an illegal clue
Of beauty.
I love that recipe, that wondrous name that smelt of heaven.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There's always something fishy about the French.
quote by Noel Coward
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There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I can't be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.
quote by Pamela Stephenson
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The Letter Y
thy letter y is messy
y is smelly
fishy
y?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lust versus Ethics
Lust never rests
Between two souls
But tends to crossfire.
She drew to me closer
While at work we were.
There were under-currents
Deep in the placid ocean.
She feigned her presence
Propelled by Lust,
But refrained from advance,
Repelled by Ethics.
Be merry, Lust lured;
Be virtuous, Ethics warned.
Is she to give in or not?
Lust and Ethics were at war.
I felt her and smelt her
But bent not to taste her,
Yet it is as much worth
As if she was tasted.
A flower when smelt
Is not spoilt but is, when plucked.
So she is not abducted.
Lust and Ethics were at par.
09.07.96
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Valentines Day
Beneath the tide the fishes glide
Fin to fin and side to side
For fishy love has now begun
Fishy love, finny fun
Paper moon, paper heart
Pink balloon, work of art
Al capone, bugs moran
Valentines day
Bootleg gin, porkpie hat
Dew drop inn, dirty rat
Through the heart, cupids dart
Valentines day
Day to repay the one that you love
Gentlemen take off your hats as I speak thereof
Just a brief break from the push and the shove
We may go a few rounds without boxing gloves
Land your punch, I stand my ground
We break for lunch and a second round
We set them up, we knock them down
Valentines day
Me and you, you and him
Him and her, us and them
We keep score, love as war
Valentines day
I lost my teeth, I lost my hair
I lost my mind, you dont care
Love is war, all is fair
On valentines day
song performed by by James Taylor
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Sandpaper headlines
Sandbags stolen from sandbank
Fishy tail news flash
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Hooked And Eyed
hooked
is the eye
the fish
cannot get
away
caught and
sliced
salted and spiced
on the table
breakfast
one fishy morning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heaven
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)
Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
This life cannot be All, they swear,
For how unpleasant, if it were!
One may not doubt that, somehow, Good
Shall come of Water and of Mud;
And, sure, the reverent eye must see
A Purpose in Liquidity.
We darkly know, by Faith we cry,
The future is not Wholly Dry.
Mud unto mud! - Death eddies near -
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time.
Is wetter water, slimier slime!
And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
Who swam ere rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
Squamous, omnipotent, and kind;
And under that Almighty Fin,
The littlest fish may enter in.
Oh! never fly conceals a hook,
Fish say, in the Eternal Brook,
But more than mundane weeds are there,
And mud, celestially fair;
Fat caterpillars drift around,
And Paradisal grubs are found;
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.
And in that Heaven of all their wish,
There shall be no more land, say fish.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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Poem To A Stoner....2
I had a dream
this dream it was so real
but a dream which i could feel
and my broken heart this dream began to heal
because moments from love it began to steal.
i had a dream which felt so real
i had a dream wich gave me emotion to feel
i had a dream, a dream of you
this dream seemed to be my only clue
this deam was a dream of me and you,
maybe my dream was not really a dream
but becase i closed my eyes a dream is what you seemed
so i took my clue.
that clue being you.
and as iopened my eyes i saw the dream
the dream of me and you
poem by Maneshree Govender
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Even Though Some Do Not Show They Have a Clue
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
There has been a breakdown of concern,
Others display for one another.
There is a total lack of empathy,
In many environments where people bleed.
And are homeless and go hungry.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
And it is difficult to sympathize,
With those who have 'had' now 'have' not' in their lives.
Those who made it a point to criticize and devalue,
Others they despised.
And now they cry their own tears they can not hide.
I do not have to respect you.
I choose to do so.
I choose to be respectful,
Even though some do not show...
They have a clue to what that means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So my own suspicion is that the attorney has stopped this prosecution because part of her defence was to question legality and that would have brought his advice into the public domain again and there was something fishy about the way in which he said war was legal.
quote by Clare Short
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An Alcoholic
You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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