I don't think aliens or ghosts like black people. We never get abducted; our houses never get haunted. It always happens in rural areas, where no ethnic people live.
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Sans People
Will you let me have a glimpse of people?
People on the streets? People sauntering by, people smiling.
People intending to take a right turn,
Suddenly changed the mind and took to the left.
People across the meadows,
Past the shops, cinemas, theatres, Opera houses,
People racing down, people in the cars, bus, tram, train.
How I wish to have a glimpse of them, the procession of people!
Will you let me have a glimpse of them-
Men, women and children in the houses?
Am I to live only with the fluky glimpse of a strip of cloud
Or the streak of sun, penetrating through the chinks of my window?
People, they said are barred out,
I've to live the rest of my life sans people.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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Obtained By Ghosts
Ghosts obtain justice from us,
As we are near extinction.
Ghosts monitored our moves
Like houses of parliament.
Their revelry is unjustified
As far as lieutenancy.
I marry those ghosts meaningfully
To images of past poltergeists.
I have conquered burgers and chips
With a few of them.
They sedate me, cast a crate of food
On the floor in malpractice -
Professional or educational?
Both of these men are ghosts
And I am teased, when I am haunted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Martian Abduction
They spoke to aliens on the bridge,
Who were the faces? What could we envisage?
The aliens subjected us to torture,
When we met them, who was the abductor?
It was a Martian of red colour,
The colour of magic and creature.
I love it not for the pain it created,
And the suffering with which it abducted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Aliens
A glass of beer and the smoking of cigarettes!
What is the meaning of your name and,
Where do you come from?
For, you are either black or white around me;
However, whether you like it or not,
There are illegal people all over the world today in every country.
We are all aliens in this world and,
I am only here in your land because of your love;
But, the words of my parents will always guide me on.
Campus life,
My love to you is like Disneyland!
But, the rain came and i was lost on my way;
However, i will always remember your muse.
Cottage grove,
Coconut grove,
And like the sun's rays through these green leaves;
For the wind of Autumn is now around me,
And, the streets are now empty.
Aliens on this earth,
There are illegal people all over the world today in every country!
And like a cup of coffee with sugar and milk;
But, i am in this small village to think of my life.
Aliens everywhere! !
With a cap on my head and a cup of tea beside me;
But think about it and be very wise!
For, we are all aliens on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Extra-Terrestrial Ghosts
Ghosts are needed because they are rare,
Open the doors for their passage, and let
Speech inhibit their talk, in the world.
Haunted is a planet as well as a soul,
Going to houses haunted is unallowed, unfaithful
To the rest of humanity. We are travelling with experts
Who have green and red and blue, the primary colours.
In each is the seed of pleasure in the eye, in the one who beholds
As a man of silence. Describe this planet, I say to you.
Haunted planets are the worlds of non-delight,
And a Martian Landscape is far too ugly for us,
We shall outline them now with disgust.
poem by Naveed Akram
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People don't understand rural America. Sixteen percent of our population is rural, but 40 percent of our military is rural. I don't believe that's because of a lack of opportunity in rural America. I believe that's because if you grow up in rural America, you know you can't just keep taking from the land. You've got to give something back.
quote by Tom Vilsack
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We must do all we can to reduce congestion in our urban areas and increase access and mobility in our rural areas, and this extra funding will help us get there.
quote by John Warner
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Meth is a major problem not only in our urban areas, but in most of the rural areas of Colorado. No region has been immune from this scourge and it is getting larger.
quote by Ken Salazar
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The Big Country
I see the shapes,
I remember from maps.
I see the shoreline.
I see the whitecaps.
A baseball diamond, nice weather down there.
I see the school and the houses where the kids are.
Places to park by the factries and buildings.
Restaunts and bar for later in the evening.
Then we come to the farmlands, and the undeveloped areas.
And I have learned how these things work together.
I see the parkway that passes through them all.
And I have learned how to look at these things and I say,
(chorus)
I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I couldnt live there if you paid me to.
I guess its healthy, I guess the air is clean.
I guess those people have fun with their neighbors and friends.
Look at that kitchen and all of that food.
Look at them eat it guess it tastes real good.
They grow it in the farmlands
And they take it to the stores
They put it in the car trunk
And they bring it back home
And I say ...
(chorus)
I say, I wouldnt live there if you paid me.
I couldnt live like that, no siree!
I couldnt do the things the way those people do.
I wouldnt live there if you paid me to.
Im tired of looking out the windows of the airplane
Im tired of travelling, I want to be somewhere.
Its not even worth talking
About those people down there.
Goo goo ga ga ga
Goo goo ga ga ga
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Ghostly House
You need language of ghosts
To communicate with spirits that impose on us.
You crave for the very food our ghosts need.
Come with the religion of yours to distract them.
For it pray and they will go away, for all eternity!
Your House is Haunted. Be so wary!
Even call the police, and they will never enter your home.
Your House is Haunted. It needs some policy to rid it of evil and despair.
You House needs some care. It requires the life to adjust. You must.
If ghosts are about then leave the house and complain.
Nobody listens except the Priest, and he is not around.
Go to the doctor, and feel doom in abundance. The ghosts do not win.
Good Luck!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Real Aliens
We are all aliens
One way or the other
Seeing through different eyes
The things around us
Feeling differently
Towards each other
Fighting like aliens
In this world of
Ours ever since
The dawn of mankind
Aliens we are indeed
In our own world
Like wolves in sheep's clothings
We are cloaked as the human race
But in the core are the aliens
Divided and seething over
Every concern like
Where to live, what to eat
Who to wed and even
Who to offer our prayers to
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Emo people
Emo people are ok sometimes
Emo people are sad a lot
I wish i could help the emo people
There is nothing i can do
Emo people cut their selves
Why? Some may ask; they say it releases stress
Emo people are sad when they do toat it seems
All emos are that way
Emo people are sad
Cheer up emo people
It will be ok
I can help if you want
Cheer up
Emo people dress in black
They wear it when they are sad
Black is a depressing color
Emo people like black
poem by Pamela Nikkole White
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Too Many People
(tennant/lowe)
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I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The husband or the hedonist
The businessman or the communist
The artist or the showbiz creep
The lover or the nervous geek
The question of identity is one thats always haunted me
Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The tactless twit putting his foot in it
Or the sensitive soul whos a role model
The urban jet setter - never at home
Or the country recluse - just leave me alone
Extrovert or introvert
Love is kind, and love hurts
Rebellion or conformity
What is my identity?
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
The intellectual and bon-viveur
Or the naive simpleton, so immature
A devoted son and family man
Or the wicked uncle who doesnt give a damn
How often these have tempted me
The question of identity depends on what Im meant to be
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that Im too many people
Too many people, too many people at once
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ardent Lover
Deserving commendation,
In urban areas to satisfy your lover!
But i am well known at the rural areas;
And like an ardent lover in your town,
For, the Editor-in-Chief came along to respect my works.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When I drive through Laingsburg
When I drive through Laingsburg
I wonder why people build houses
in a water-basin,
but who expects
a big cloudburst
with rain pouring down
in the middle of the Karoo?
The word murder now jumps
out of the names of residential areas
and insurers talk about a act of God
as if Laingsburg
is like Sodom and Gomorra
where God let out His judgement
when a flood swept building, houses
and squatter’s shacks
away with its waters
and caused people to drown
and if I would think similar
only the righteous stayed alive,
but it’s nonsense
as a disaster stays a disaster
and here nobody
preached for conversion
and our incompetence
to grasp it
far too easily lies the guilt
on Him from who all good things comes.
[Reference: Laingsburg 25 January 1981.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Life Without Money!
Could it be possible to live without money?
Why can’t man live without money in the world?
Long back I saw an African movie about this;
It is called “Gods Must Be Crazy! ”
One can get the idea to live without money!
Even today people are living life in farm houses
Far away from the civilised world of materialism
Without needing money for any purpose there!
In the forest and farm houses far away from towns
Life of the people needs no money at all it seems!
We can live without money but not without hunger!
Nature has given hunger and also all things to survive;
It is man’s own creation to live as slaves of comforts
In the world where nothing is permanent in time bound life!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Alien Abduction
You were what darlin? !
Abducted by who?
Sorry... your slurring, can't understand you...
Bless you! what aliens? are you really sure
How many....what two, three
No.... more like
Four
Nights ago you stepped out for a drink
Friday to tuesday
How stupid do'ya think?
Oh bless you!
Your sobbing and your head really aches
Let me check, back of your neck
For the marks aliens make
Your tears they are enticing
Your distress certainly shows
Oh my gawsh darling
Your nose it doth grow
I wish they had kept you
For experimental muse
Cause quite honestly honey
Im regretting the
One i doth choose
Ill run you a bath
Ill cook you some tea
Now sleep on the sofa
You filthy rotten sleaze
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Are They Really Right?
Aliens, Bigfoot and monsters in spite
Who people talk about day and night
But the thing that concerns me
That most people can't see
Is that maybe those people are right
poem by Jordan Davis
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I like black people
I like black people, black people are pretty cool.
But the way they used to be treated was very cruel.
They couldn't eat in restaurants and they had to ride in the back of the bus.
White people should've treated black people the way they treated us.
It's nice to know that black people have come a long way.
Now it's possible that a black man may be the President of the USA.
poem by Randy Johnson
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