Flight to Dubai
Clouded farewell pains;
Hopes from pauperism did flee;
And took off from Kochin air base.
Mr.Jas, bucolic purely,
Landed in Dubai, as in heaven.
Mummies of Arabian culture in museums;
Building striving to kiss the moonlet;
Marvellous lights
In the street,
Luring as the first smile of a lover…
Mirth floating creek;
Date bunches, fresh as virgins;
Pleasure selling girls exotic;
Beach with beauties chainless…
Mr.Jas does spree after each day’s toil.
Soon an Indian air-craft
The mind boarded;
Body followed it within fortnight;
Concentration camp of insolvency Mr.Jas returned.
Why?
“Great is Dubai with its fame;
Greater is the goal;
But the greatest is warmth of home,
Rebounding always.”
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Burj Khalifa
A tower reaching for the sky
The tallest in the world they say.
The tiny country of Dubai
is very proud they can display
A master piece in steel and glass
A building that must be world class
A tower meant to demonstrate
the power of this little State.
Luxury writ unashamed
Which some think can be blamed
for wrecking the economy.
Which could be true quite possibly.
Dubai is asking time to pay
the debts incurred along the way
It could be that they aimed to high
and now they’re forced to question why.
The Tower of Babel was destroyed.
They say because God was annoyed
at the arrogance of men.
Dubai has dared to try again.
Wednesday,06 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Dubai
Dubai.
Dubai, the shiny city amongst sand dunes, is built by migrant workers
and their blood. Yes, in this unparalleled luxury, hotel staffs smile like
bright buttons...or else. Your discontent may cost them their job,
suicide amongst migrant workers goes unreported; so guests can sleep
in peace in their gilded beds. Should you ever go to Dubai, remember
it will drown in the sand, when the economic forces move elsewhere.
And this hubris on parched soil will be an historic interlude.
The wind in the night will murmur about untold suffering and the soul
of the disposed shall whisper words for no one ears and the wailing of
the conceited haves shall be goats bleat when sacrificed on the altar
of time without end. For this is the universal law, those you enslaved
will arise and possess you.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dubai Desertstorming Commitment
Yes
without a vision
Dubai would still be a desert
through vision
skyscrapers are
towering along Sheik Zayed road
through vision
gigantic malls
are sprouting above the then
acres of dunes
through vision
majestic hotels, recreational pace
high-end villas are mushrooming
at nearby beach residences
through vision
there is now the cosmopolitan
a city for multi-cultural diversity,
a job-provider, a tourist-comforter
with air Emirates connecting east and west
but it would be all superficial
if no moral influence
no desertstorm of strength
by all in achieving of
what had the Dubai founding-fathers
committed
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Witsel
Your love to me is like grasshoppers playing in the field of joy!
For i am Witsel living in Dubai;
But, there isn't much rain over here! !
Chariot, chair, hair, air, rat, tar, at, car, to, it, chart, cart, hat, chat;
But with words of love and peace to satisfy my muse!
And like the modern slavery in Dubai;
But, i will still wait for you on this beautiful love that we share.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ah, the Pleasure
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover,
to feel body warmth,
soft gently breath of contented sleep,
comfort in a space shared,
an arm gently over your body,
a movement in sleep which leads to a cuddle or embrace,
perhaps even a sleepy kiss and to sleep again with your lover,
to know so much pleasure in time not concious to the woken mind,
to touch and feel safe,
to gently waken after sleeping with your lover,
Ah, the pleasure to sleep with your lover..............
This was my thoughts after a shared wonderful weekend with my lover.
poem by Linda Dyer
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tonight she takes us to Dubai
the place where new dreams are woven
from sand
they left the lands of their birth
to work in the land where
the color of gold is black
my friend writes:
the pot of gold is found right here
come, come and be with us
there is nothing in the land where you live
the promise is broken
there is no token
come, come and be with us
let us partake of this sadness
from the sand and sun of Dubai
you must say goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pot Of Gold At The End Of The Rainbow
tonight she takes us to Dubai
the place where new dreams are woven
from sand
they left the lands of their birth
to work in the land where
the color of gold is black
my friend writes:
the pot of gold is found right here
come, come and be with us
there is nothing in the land where you live
the promise is broken
there is no token
come, come and be with us
let us partake of this sadness
from the sand and sun of Dubai
you must say goodbye.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dubai Tax Free... Irony
why expats are
here?
tax free
what is tax?
tax is a limitation
on liberty
then dubai wages are tax free
therefore expats are here
tax free
where is the irony?
tax limits liberty
and there is free-tax in Dubai
in an absolute monarchy
and
why Filipinos
work here?
escape from Philippine tax fees
poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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Good Girls Go To Heaven
Some girls do some girls don't
Don't mean type don't mean smoke
Lay me down can't seem to sleep
My mind's been thinkin' real deep
(bridge 1)
All my thoughts are runnin wild out of control-outta my mind
(chorus)
'cause good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women
I'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
Late at night when she comes out
The lady moves prowls the town
A perfect match of looks and charm
Where she goes it's light and dark
She's so hot i burn my tongue when i kiss her lips she turns me on
Good girls go to heaven
Bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women
I'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
(solo)
Made my choice made it well had my pick of heaven or
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If i had my choice of women i'd pick the ones that'd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven all bad girls go everywhere they like
Good girls they've got manners bad girls got what matters
Good girls leave at home bad girls come with the singer
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere that they like
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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The Great Encounter
The Great encounter
The mountains, that kept the sky from strangling us,
has all but disappeared. The sky has now swallowed
the roof of our houses. It is alarming, to be squished
between soil and sky as they embrace with selfish
lust in their hearts; finally intercourse. We must prise
them apart by building egocentric Dubai towers and
boasting Malaysian skyscrapers, to keep the sky pure,
and not let it sink into debauchery with mother earth.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Un Conference In Dubai Nov 13th,2012
If most UN conferences are now held in Dubai
Maybe the whole UN should move there and say goodbye,
We don't seem to know much of what is happening over there,
Being as oil-rich as they are, is extremely rare.
Have you heard the UN may soon control the Internet web?
With International Telegraph Union rules - their spider web,
They'll decide at another UN conference soon in Dubai,
For us the results could mean the Internet goodbye.
And how will Canada vote at that conference over there?
This could mean a lot to those of us; Internet aware,
Canadian Civil Liberties wants to veto this UN event,
But UN dictatorships want to monitor their own local dissent.
They and their UN dictator friends like this whole affair,
Under the wire and completely out of the public glare,
Which is why they are now writing the new regulations,
Don't you dare point a finger at their UN foundations.
poem by James Bredin
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Some Girls Like Roses Or Carnations
Some girls like roses or carnations
in bunches in glass vases,
others love marigolds
and sometimes one on a pillow
with a letter or card
speaks to a girls heart,
burning candles and dimmed lights
sometimes helps to set the scene
and soft soothing music has its magic too
but none are like you
who values everything
and your smile lights the night
like a rising sun
and baby any time with you
is a lot of fun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Loneliness Of A Homecoming
the man older than me
(by 20 years) writes about his
going back home
(after 30 years of working
in the U.S.) AND he was
talking about
changes: the old house where he
spent his childhood
was demolished giving way to a new
mall,
the creek was reclaimed
for an italian restaurant
the park is still there
dotting with the younger generation
who cannot recognize him
neither him knowing them
he is a stranger now in his
hometown
all his friends are gone
some dead
some went away to find greener
pastures abroad
canada, new zealand
dubai, malaysia
others have gone underground
wanted rebels of the
system
he is practically alone now
perhaps regretting why he
came back
what made him do that?
he has no home now, he has no country,
no people.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Acting school was summer camp, and I needed concentration camp. I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.
quote by Ajay Naidu
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Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
Some girls do some girls dont
Dont mean type dont mean smoke
Lay me down cant seem to sleep
My minds been thinkin real deep
(bridge 1)
All my thoughts are runnin wild out of control-outta my mind
(chorus)
cause good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If I had my choice of women
Id pick the ones thatd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
Late at night when she comes out
The lady moves prowls the town
A perfect match of looks and charm
Where she goes its light and dark
Shes so hot I burn my tongue when I kiss her lips she turns me on
Good girls go to heaven
Bad girls go everywhere
If I had my choice of women
Id pick the ones thatd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven
All bad girls go everywhere they like
(solo)
Made my choice made it well had my pick of heaven or
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere
If I had my choice of women Id pick the ones thatd go anywhere
All good girls they go to heaven all bad girls go everywhere they like
Good girls theyve got manners bad girls got what matters
Good girls leave at home bad girls come with the singer
Good girls go to heaven bad girls go everywhere that they like
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Mini Dubai
Silvered canal sprawls with a smile of wisdom.
Like a tamarind seed, my town nicknamed Mini Dubai
Burgeoned, then branched on Kanoli canal bank.
To come up to their own town, busy pedestrians step down
An ancient bridge of imperialism built by the British.
As the traffic lights have lost the eye balls,
A potbellied police man dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle: ambulance with the wounded
And van with a wedding party halt side by side,
As the southern and northern hemispheres of
Emotions meet at a single point, by chance.
Among the concrete buildings seethe under the tanning rays,
Splurging women whirl in the hurry wind. Stink of sweats
And aroma of Arabian perfumes choke the air in the shops,
Where, sometimes, chicanery and dupery peek through the glassed.
To the government offices nearby, applications drafted in blood
And salt scurry only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets.
The sots creep like snakes in the yard of Sandra Bar.
Nostalgic smell of canal mud sops in sizzling tang from a cafeteria.
Two love birds kiss
On the high bough of the tamarind:
Fluttering of natural mirth –
Paradise is in the height.
A crow sits on electric post and watches all beneath with a smile of wisdom.
FABIYAS M V
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Ballad IV
Farewell, my lady dear and dread,
Farewell, of all sovereign and queen,
Farewell, perfect and sacred head,
Farewell, who dost all honour mean,
Farewell, true heart, loyal and clean,
Farewell, best flower the world doth bear,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, O wise, that no ill said,
Farewell, river that made life green,
Farewell, in whom fame harboured,
Farewell, voice that all ears could win,
Farewell, solace of all my teen,
Farewell, whose grace is wide as air,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, soft look that through me sped,
Farewell, more fair than Helen queen,
Farewell, body and sweet soul wed,
Farewell, thou most gracious demesne,
Farewell, pole-star, joyous and keen,
Farewell, fountain of valour rare,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
Farewell, Princess of noblest mien,
Farewell, thou aweing smile serene,
Farewell, without fault, sin's despair,
Farewell, yet not farewell, O white and fair !
poem by Christine de Pizan
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End Of A Story
Arnel made a point,
his friend who works hard in
Dubai
comes home for a much needed
vacation with
wife and kids,
in Palawan
a big wave swallowed him
and since then
he was never found
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Call For A Creative Home
A derelict building stands
Windows boarded, gardens overgrown
A gate firmly locked
Keeps the world at distance
Turning the building into a tomb
Of wasted potential
Artists gather looking for a place
A home to share their craft
That they may entertain the world
Spread the love of their art
They are met with stony walls
And the locked gates of a tomb
Those who can make the difference
The holders of the keys
Sit in their well lit, warm offices
Dipping biscuits into cups of tea
Seemingly unready to listen
Or just make a decision
A derelict building stands
Gate locked, windows boarded
The artists gather looking for space
They ask for a helping hand
But those who could help
Sit silently in their offices
Dipping biscuits into tea
poem by Matthew Holloway
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