I Have No Objection
I have no objection to
Meaw with cats
If it is for public interest.
I am not afraid of dogs
If they are with thiefs.
I am ready to cooperate ants
In killing poisonous cobra
Harmful to society at large.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Meaw With Cats
For public interest I have
No objection to meaw with cats.
If dogs are with thief
I have nothing to afraid of.
I have no objection to kill the cobra
With ants harmful to society.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every man ought to be supposed a knave, and to have no other end, in all his actions, but private interest. By this interest we must govern him, and by means of it, make him cooperate to public good, notwithstanding his unsatiable avarice and ambition.
Alexander Hamilton in A History of the American People by P. Johnson
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Cats In The Well
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.
The cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She aint hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin her deep.
Bridge #1:
The cats in the well and grief is showing its face
The worlds being slaughtered and its such a bloody disgrace.
The cats in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cats in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley sally is doing the american jump.
Bridge #2:
The cats in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
Bridge #3:
The cats in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cats in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cats in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Auntie’s curse
She said to me, now in her old age
to stay away from the dogs and cats,
as if they were spiders, snakes and bats
being scared
that I would catch
something from them
like lice or ticks or fleas
or maybe some hidden disease
and although I had used frontline on them,
had dusted them with karbadust,
had sprayed shoo-fly on their heads and necks
she wished that I would catch lice from them,
or the illness which they were carrying
like a member of the flat earth society,
still believing in vain
as if cats and dogs infected with
the one or other pest
were going to rain down
out of the sky
and infect every one
and then she bought some expensive shampoo,
bathed, washed her head
five times a day
to kill the pests
which she believed
was now crawling over her
and was very angry at me
for not comprehending
life exactly as she did.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Crazy But Happy.....
how come that we save money
like it is a morsel that we even refuse
to feed the dogs and the cats?
how come that we spend the same
in a night like it were raining dogs and cats?
crazy? yes, crazy, but
happy.
period.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stray dogs
Here and there and everywhere
Stray dogs doing business
And barkedup wrongtrees
And spoiled the working
Environments.
Stray dogs have no
Commonsense not true
Stray dogs encounter
The alien.
Stray dogs safeguard
The interest
And ensure to make
The area clean.
Stray dogs welcome
Common mass
Stray dogs do not like
Corrupt class.
Stray dogs can only think
The morrows
Stray dogs have practical
Experience and knowledge
You know I know all know.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The society is a necessary evil.
A lone man, with a football,
On a lone ground, when heading the goal,
Can derive no interest out of it.
He requires court, rules, competitors,
And overwhelming spectators.
You have interest in life
As, with interest, the society watches you.
The society grooms you and brooms you.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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Souls
the infantile belief
that only human beings
have souls...
comes from the fear
driven ego...
wake up!
dogs and cats, birds and horses...
trees, stones, and rivers
all have souls....
mice and ants lead us
on this journey!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Be Afraid
be afraid of the things that you see
and does nothing for you
be afraid of those who appear like
the people that you meet
for they may not be the way they seem
to be
be afraid of those that shake your hands
for they may have other plans
be afraid when you do not fear
something so harmful maybe near
be afraid of almost everything &
when all the fear is spent when things are over
be strong and confident be another lover forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2008: Held In Custody
copyright 04-21-08
for single-parent urban Moms
Happy Mother's Day
When I was growing up
She was like
The large green dense bush
That now grows in my yard
You wouldn't want to
Brush up against it's
Stiff spiked green leaves
They protect not only the bush
They serve as an effective barrier
Only allowing those in
That are small enough to perch
Inside and flit around
Protected from stray cats
Roaming dogs
Large birds
Heavy storms
In our old neighbothood
The shootings assaults robberies
Drugs rapes riots - - - when we lived at home
Her presences above and all round us
Kept us safe - gave us a place
To grow and show we were ready
To fly away on our own
Into the even less friendly world
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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All That I Need
all that i need robert
is a little nap
beside a kitten
unclad and then
i will continue
writing the poems
for all the cats and
dogs and for all those
who have forgotten
what sleep is,
all i need is a little
dark corner, a little light
from the candle and
an open window where
i can see the moon,
without a star
there are no stars, i so
think, in real poetry
it is more of like ants
building castles on their hills.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Do We Go From Here (Tricky Remix)
Where do we go from here.
Where do we go from here,
Where do we go from here.
If we sweep the bottom of the rivers
We find bodies that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the courts and offices
We find heads that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
If we sweep the shelters and asylums,
Well find women that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the dark streets and alleys,
Well find dealers that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Why do we miss you so if youre just a speck of dust?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror? (where do we go from here? )
Are we getting ready for God and terror? (where do we go from here? )
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to,
Where do we go from here?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Where Do We Go From Here
Where do we go from here.
Where do we go from here,
Where do we go from here.
If we sweep the bottom of the rivers
We find bodies that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the courts and offices
We find heads that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
If we sweep the shelters and asylums,
Well find women that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the dark streets and alleys,
Well find dealers that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Why do we miss you so if youre just a speck of dust?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror? (where do we go from here? )
Are we getting ready for God and terror? (where do we go from here? )
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to,
Where do we go from here?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The cobra will bite you whether you call it cobra or Mr. Cobra.
Like Cats And Dogs
like cats and dogs shall we
be in the morning till nighttime
that is how they want to see us,
in a brawl, a fight, an argument
a wrestle, a push and pull,
but whew, time gets so tired
too, and well, we got to talk
and settle the inevitable,
tonight we shall give them
rain, and again, as they
expected, we shall be
like, sort of, raining
cats and dogs, but this
time, we shall be inside
a dark room, we shall
try how is it just to listen.
you know what i mean,
unrobe me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Culture Of Impunity
This culture of impunity,
Raising up lack of unity,
Killing all the art of creativity,
Disregarding the countries majority,
Letting the country in hands of stupidity,
A people with no activity,
This culture of impunity,
One that is killing humanity,
Killing each other in the community,
A government of totality,
One that forgets society,
Breaching all the arts of morality,
This culture of impunity,
One that has forgotten reality,
Embracing mediocrity,
Leading to future uncertainty,
Activating public liability,
But concealing its materiality,
This culture of impunity.
poem by Maselo George
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