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Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics

World politicians adore the stat,
It can hide their lies in any format,
They can say we are now out of recession,
Despite the fact we're still in a depression.

What is this miracle we call the stat,
I hear you all ask what exactly is that,
Politicians will tell you that yes it's a fact,
If it's based on a stat then they will act.

They are the ultimate masters of the stat,
It can hide their deceit during a chat,
They truly are masters of their craft,
They'd have us believe that we're all daft.

Homes repossessed are contained in a stat,
Their figures are lower than we know they're at,
But the truth is different we're out on the street,
The fact is their stats are full of deceit.

Inflation is always contained in a stat,
They're as clear as treacle in a darkwood vat,
The prices we're paying are not as they seem,
Believe that if you like and let out a scream.

To believe what's contained within a stat,
You'd have to be a total prat,
While all of our lives are being enjoyed,
They can tell us nobody's unemployed.

The state of the world is based on a stat,
How many are thin how many are fat,
The information supplied is supposed to relieve,
Truth is none of it you can believe.

The way that they can present a stat,
Is a fish is a bird and a dog is a cat,
They're a strange way of saying all is well,
When truth is we're all heading for hell.

Whoever invented the bloody stat,
Was surely brought up as a spoiled brat,
Nothing better to do with their tedious life,
Than to devise a way of lying about life.

Facts just don't exist within a stat,
Or they could well show our world is flat,
This would have a terrible effect,
As quite frankly it's not politically correct.

Politicians couldn't live without their stat,
They'd be like a cricketer without his bat,
Without the stat their system dies,
Like them they're all based on lies.

But none of them care for they love the stat,
Though everyone else can smell a rat,
Stats tell them what they want to hear,
Like darkened glass they're crystal clear.

The fact is you can never believe a stat,
It's meant to beguile us it can wear any hat,
You'd retrieve more facts from a team of mystics,
Than you'd get from those,

‘' Lies, Damned Lies And Statistics ‘'

poem by Bri Mar
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Pa pa discourse

And now I bet
my stat be swept
by a bitman's cat
lol lol lol lol lol

this institution is
under the protection
of Dr House
direct

my stat on his doormat
dormant sleeping

good I ain't no statis
good they got no situation of
pa pa pa ranoia

'no more no more no more no more'

Note:
Pa pa-Serb. Bye bye

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Admini Blind I Say

you want to be my enemy
but I am your best friend
stratoringly reminding you
the strata are open to all
don't stat me in

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Olufsen

En Daase gav Du Land og Stat,
Men Snuus fik Folk af Dig privat.

poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Figures.

Now year five,
Hundred and seventy five not alive.
This figure, we are told,
The 'dead' figure we are 'sold'.
Yes everyone an hero,
Every praise we bestow.
However there is another stat',
Continually an 'unknown' fact.
Hundreds wounded and maimed,
People and figures hardly named.
Too much an embarrassment,
The truth is 'inconvenient.'
Figures not revealed,
They remain concealed.
The true cost of the war,
And what it is for!

20/03/08

poem by Guy Lipmore
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A frozen statis got nothing to prove

And now I bet the stat has met
A certain circumstatic set
A frozen day cannot move
A frozen statis got nothing to prove

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Med Freiligraths Digte

Ved Islands Geyser staaer hans Sommertelt,
Han rider paa den afrikanske Løve,
Han, Poesiens unge, tydske Helt,
Med ham det nok er værdt en Dyst at prøve;
Han har en riig Provinds i Kunstens Stat.
Her kommer han, — hans Navn er Freiligrath.

poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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If I Had You

If I was blind - you could make me see
If I was down - you could comfort me
Well I aint got a lot - but what I got is true
Theres nothihg that I cant do - if I had you
I could walk on water - I could dance on air
Go any place - go anywhere
Could climb the empire stat - and the rockies too
Theres nothihg that I cant do -if I had you
If I had you - for what else could pray?
If I had you - I could make my way
The sun is up - the sky is blue
Theres nothing that I cant do - if I had you
If I had you, - for what else could I plead?
If I had you - Id have all I need
The sun is up - the sky is blue
Theres nothing that I cant do - if I had you
Theres nothing that I cant do - if I had you

song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Into God Worship

You shall not pernit a false teacher to seduce you or,
Pull you away into God Worship! !
And stay away from the genetic engineering which involves the mixing of two species,
For, they are all part of Satan's work to elude many into her fold.

Par, stat, tar, car, far, bar, gar, jar, oar, war!
Spies,
Species,
Alone once again! !
And, back to square one;
But, stay away from the genetic engineering which involves the mixing of two species!
And, live like the muse of love in the land of your joy.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Six oh nine

I ain't no thes-
I ain't no sis
and though I've got tits
no sis to thes- at all
I'm neither a thesis nor its ante-
I'm a syn- of theses all
sorry to sin against your wall

I ain't no cathe-
I ain't no -gory
It's your catheter
Cath- gather your story
And go away

I ain't no statis
I ain't no tistics
Though I've got tits
No sis to stat at all
Sorry to sin against your wall

I'm a lady dynamic
Gonna blow you up all
Sans merci
‘Cause I'm
Poetry
No spanky for my axis in jeans
there ain't no wall to write me on

Schitz!

Written in 2010.

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Keys Of Memory~6191

Memory
Plays the keys
Of my heart
Just like a Baby Grand

The melody-the tune
All off key
In an orchestra
Of fine tuned instruments

I follow the music
With my minds eye
To where-ever it leads me
And into the depths of Ballads
Of 'HeartBreak'

I, at last find myself
Locked-tethered-chained
To memories, bitter and sweet
Despairing and off key with no
Harmony, in the least

A re-write is in order, STAT
A re-play-a fine tuning, immediately
A re-awakening, a re-newing-NOW:
Of Hope
Of Hope That Sings
You know, that feeling, with wings

poem by Theodora Onken
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Sometimes they come, you know

when the weather is not really nice
to put me somewhere into some chart
a table of contents and pagination signs

to mis-ex-spell me when I don't do it right
to capitalize me ontitle me onbook me somewhere
when I am lost in virtual waves shortness bioged
I change the direction of my settling
even though the scores remain
we stay equally misguided
which is the easiest thing in the world, I think
(I think sometimes, proverbially on Monday :))

I'm sure one day we'll break even
idiolectally mutually unrecognised
my corrector masking tapes and me-
solely instrumentalized
as I am trying to see into the sense
of what I am doing free of charge

they'll stat me camp me encompass me
I'll shout eternities beyond this light
I'll shout mein ubers regardless of all
existentialist designs
who always meant for the best
which - even the worst student of Latin knows-
is a pave to hell

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Spring Break

This is our time now
Spring break
Is finally here
It time to chill, relax and have fun
I been waiting to do something or go somewhere nice
I’m going to beach, mall, hang with friends,
Bahamas or just have time to myself
I can be away from school and people for a week
Spring break
It going to start gets warmer and nice
I’m going to party, put music on, go on date, and just having good time
Wohoooo, I’m so excited and happy
We all need this
Spring break
On other hand you might have to work, or babysit, or stat home or do homework
You might get upset at first
Try made fun out of it
Things will get in our way when we plan to go away or do something fun
Is finally here and its was so slow to get here
Spring break

poem by Christina Phan
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Conversion

Tall, fit and strong
the player stands.
Waiting.
The stat#dium, like
a grand cathedral,
hushed, heads bowed.
Other players wait and look,
a sacramental moment.

With his heel he makes
a space, . as meditation.
Then pacing back he waits,
around he looks,
the silent prayer is made,
the crowds are dazzled,
dazed.
And then.

He moves and kick lifts
the oval ball
over it goes.
Amen is said in cheers.
The colored vestments raised,
and unity is done
in public prayer.

The priest,
is carried,
cheered around the aisles,
and fellow priests smiles,
satisfaction has ben gained
the previous losses
no longer ordained.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Classic Situation (Revised)

First time in months Mme La Pompadour managed to arise and make
the long, hazardous journey back – instructing all to complete every
job stat, ordering our small work community to walk around partitions
when conversing instead of neighbourly hanging over fences; I sighed
with content, little things stir feelings and we shall have fun again

It has been too quiet and rational without her here to end everyone’s
comfortable life, we shall grumble as she makes existence in the
trenches a living hell – for this we are paid, for this we shall stand
and fall as we toil on behalf of deprived language groups; it is so
good to be the target of aggression

It makes the adrenaline flow, puts our hackles up, unites us against
a common foe who looks down on us, the common folk, while Mme
La Pompadour does as she likes – this is the classic situation of
government employees everywhere, so glad to join the ranks of
the bitterly oppressed…

[ORIGINAL]

For the first time in many months
Madame La Pompadour managed
to get up and make the long and
hazardous journey to work

Instructing all to carry out every job
stat, ordering members of our small
work community to walk around
partitions when conversing

Instead of hanging over the fence in a
neighbourly way; I sighed with content
little things can stir up feelings and
we shall have fun again

It has been too quiet and rational around
here without her contribution to end every
one’s comfortable life, we shall grumble
as she makes life in the trenches

A living hell – fot this we are paid, for this
we shall stand and fall as we toil on behalf
of deprived language groups; it is so good
to be the target of aggression

It makes the adrenaline flow, puts our hackles
up, unites us against a common foe who looks
down on us, the common folk, while Madame
La Pompadour does as she likes

This is the classic situation of government
employees everywhere, so glad to join
the ranks of the oppressed…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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ER COMMERCIO LIBBERO (The Free Trade)

Be'? So' pputtana, venno la mi' pelle:
Fo la miggnotta, si, sto ar cancelletto:
Lo pijo in quello largo e in quello stretto:
C'è gnent'antro da dì? Che cose belle!

Ma ce sò stat'io puro, sor cazzetto,
Zitella com'e tutte le zitelle;
E mo nun c'è chi avanzi bajocchelle
Su la lana e la paja der mi' letto.

Sai de che me laggn'io? No der mestiere
Che ssarìa bell'e bono, e quanno butta
Nun pò ttrovasse ar monno antro piacere.

Ma de ste dame che stanno anniscoste
Me laggno, che, vedenno quanto frutta
Lo scortico, ciarrubbeno le poste.

English

What's wrong? Yes, I'm a prostitute, I sell myself:
I'm a whore, yes, I work at the window [1] :
I take it in the wide and in the narrow [2] :
Nothing else to say? Wonderful! [3]

But, dear mister fool, also I have been
A maiden like any other girl;
And now there is nobody
Who has not yet visited my bed.

Do you know what I dislike? Not the work itself
Which is fine and, if it's well going,
There's no pleasure like it.

But these great ladies, who remain undercover
And who, having realized how profitable
This business is, steel our customers.

poem by Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
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~ Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others [SO4] ~

~ Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others [SO4] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26 July 26,2010

I’m in my own I
Phew whew scrap trash
Mega bytes of biblios audios visuals
Pouring every millisecond
From all comers luring
Strange and uncalled for
And unforced for!

Why be prey to that?
As I wish I’ll be
Sociable but
Why be Socialite? ~ Lol!

Why elude equate in
Plus minuses of calories
Curves crevices pop outs
Vital stat to satiate others’
My oomph appeal by
Lingerie lulu ~ sucks up ~ lololuuud?

Socialites personages
Of Page Three
Party animals nocturnals
Stay boozed binged in
Satiating their un-fillable bulimia
For libido lucre gloss glitter!

I’m no petite Page Three
But nonpareil Page A~One
I’m happy with e’er full
Innate richness of my
Ace alto audio of abode ~
Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others.

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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice

~~~~~~
Copyright reserved by author.

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Not Regular Visitor

I am not regular visitor
To shrines, churches or mosques
Yet I believe firmly in creator
But I find long wait and queues

I am blessed with his kind eye
That sees whole universe with smile
I find no tense moments when stat to write
As the wind carries in sky my little kite

We are held firmly by his wishes
How many may be daily waiting to perish?
Some may be parting with so much pleasure!
And some may be unfulfilled with discomfort and unsure

I did the work with difference
Projected all views through sentences
Might have gone here and there without precision
Yet that was perfect moment with clear decision

I knew no meaning of good poetry
I thought it may fine putting of words like good oratory
It proved little difficult when put into practice
It seemed all the more difficult to fulfill promises

It remained very in tense at heart
Some one rightly said” it is prayer with art”
Not all can sing a praises in his songs
As we are selfish and prove all the time wrong

My heart aches when hear some bitter words
I don’t take it to heart and believe in lord
I close eyes and pray for next good moment
Never bear a grudge in mind or lament

This makes me less vulnerable
I am more confident and capable
Poetic words flow from innocent heart
I think life can make with it a good start

What else can I do to project it properly?
But I have found the way to feel it happily
I think it is pure grace that poems flow directly
Those words create some harmony in mind divinely

Sure those words may be cutting across
People may be finding it boring or clear loss
I take it simple way of reaching to kind people
If little can be done to relieve their problems and troubles

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life in Motion