Why Regret
Didn't you like the way the ants help
the peony globes open by eating the glue off?
Weren't you cheered to see the ironworkers
sitting on an I-beam dangling from a cable,
in a row, like starlings, eating lunch, maybe
baloney on white with fluorescent mustard?
Wasn't it a revelation to waggle
from the estuary all the way up the river,
the kill, the pirle, the run, the rent, the beck,
the sike barely trickling, to the shock of a spring?
Didn't you almost shiver, hearing book lice
clicking their sexual dissonance inside an old
Webster's New International, perhaps having just
eaten out of it izle, xyster, and thalassacon?
What did you imagine lies in wait anyway
at the end of a world whose sub-substance
is glaim, gleet, birdlime, slime, mucus, muck?
Forget about becoming emaciated. Think of the wren
and how little flesh is needed to make a song.
Didn't it seem somehow familiar when the nymph
split open and the mayfly struggled free
and flew and perched and then its own back
broke open and the imago, the true adult,
somersaulted out and took flight, seeking
the swarm, mouth-parts vestigial,
alimentary canal come to a stop,
a day or hour left to find the desired one?
Or when Casanova took up the platter
of linguine in squid's ink and slid the stuff
out the window, telling his startled companion,
'The perfected lover does not eat.'
As a child, didn't you find it calming to imagine
pinworms as some kind of tiny batons
giving cadence to the squeezes and releases
around the downward march of debris?
Didn't you glimpse in the monarchs
what seemed your own inner blazonry
flapping and gliding, in desire, in the middle air?
Weren't you reassured to think these flimsy
hinged beings, and then their offspring,
and then their offspring's offspring, could
navigate, working in shifts, all the way to Mexico,
to the exact plot, perhaps the very tree,
by tracing the flair of the bodies of ancestors
who fell in this same migration a year ago?
Doesn't it outdo the pleasures of the brilliant concert
to wake in the night and find ourselves
holding hands in our sleep?
poem by Galway Kinnell
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Cable Tv
I used to think my life was so empty
I used to think life was passin me by
Well, I was just about ready
To curl up and die
But then one day I got a visit
From the cable company
Well, they hooked me up and plugged me right in
And now I got cable tv
And now I get to watch the stock report in korean
Midget wrestling on channel three
It costs me fifty bucks a month just to see em
Yeah, but thats all right with me
I got cable tv (cable tv)
Cable tv (cable tv)
Oh, eighty-three channels of ecstasy
I love my cable tv, yeah
I love my cable tv
I got the siamese faith healers network
The news and weather from peru
I got celebrity hockey
The racketball channel too
Bugs bunny direct from atlanta
Mr. wizard is on at five
I got a satellite dish on the trunk of my car
So I can watch mtv while I drive
Im talkin bout real quality programs
The kind you just cant get for free
Now I never wanna leave my apartment
cause theres just so much for me to see
On my cable tv (cable tv)
Cable tv(cable tv)
Well, if you need to find me
You know where Ill be
Watchin my cable tv, yeah
Watchin my cable tv
cause I love my cable tv, yeah
I love my cable tv
My friends are gettin kinda worried
They think Im turning into some kinda freak
Oh, but theyre just jealous cause Ive seen porkys
Twenty-seven times this week
On my cable tv (cable tv)
Cable tv (cable tv)
Yeah, the greatest thing thats ever happened to me
I love my cable tv, yeah
I love my cable tv
Well, I got to have cable tv, yeah
I need my cable tv
Well, I love, I love my cable tv (tv)
Got to have cable tv (tv)
Well, I got to have my cable tv, yeah (tv)
Cant live without my cable tv
Well, I said, got to have some cable tv (tv)
Ive got to have my cable tv
I said cable tv, yeah (tv)
Got to have cable tv
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Look At Me Now
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt
I remember that boy throwing it
High up in the air then catching it
While the oak tree leaves cheered
Oh,look at me now All grown up looking back again
Sitting here wondering where the time all went
What do I know now that I didn't know then
Not much
Oh, look at me know,
On the fifty-first floor looking down on it all
With my name on the door and degree on the wall
Yeah, Look at me now
(Chorus)
I did everything right, but I got it all wrong
Heaven please forgive me for taking so long
You see, all that I've done it doesn't matter at all
It's what I leave here when I'm gone
Oh, look at me now
Where is that young boy I used to be
Who was never afraid of anything
Now I'm watching that clock catch up with me
And it's frightening
(Chorus)
Oh, Look at me now
All grown up looking back again
Sitting here wondering where the time all went
What do I know now that I didn't know then
Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt
I remember that boy throwing it
High up in the air then catching it
While the oak trees cheered
(Chords)
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
(Previously published in Megaera, #4, Fall 2000)
poem by Laurence Overmire
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You define a good flight by negatives: you didn't get hijacked, you didn't crash, you didn't throw up, you weren't late, you weren't nauseated by the food. So you are grateful.
quote by Paul Theroux
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I Hate Eating Alone In Public
I sat alone to eat at a restaurant today
For the first time in public today
I gotta say I hate eating alone
I used to ask total strangers to eat with me
And I would tell them that I would pay
So they would eat with me
This one guy must of thought I liked him
And that wasn't the case
I just wanted someone to eat with me
He gave me compliments
We had a great conversation
It was fun eating with him
Than I realized
He thought we were on a date
When he said
I never had a girl ask me out
But I didn't have the heart to tell him
I only asked him out to eat
Because I didn't want to eat alone in public
He asked for my number
So I gave him my number
But I never called him back
And if that had been a date
I would of called him back
But it wasn't a date
Now I'm sitting in a restaurant eating alone
And having all these people stare at me
And it make it worse they're all here with a date
And I'm eating here alone
I Didn't Realize
Hey, why are you sitting on a cloud, dangling your legs over the edge?
Come down to earth and find reality, not dreams, and make a pledge,
to try and make an effort to succeed
with your feet firmly planted on the ground,
and where no shadows can obscure your mind,
so that your future’s sound.
Hey, WHY ARE YOU sitting on a cloud?
Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your situation,
but of course you're dead right, I can see that now.
Please accept my commiserations.
Eternal dreams!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Of Ants and Life
…guess me correct
of ants and life they connect
causing a traffic jam on their trails I cannot forget
of ants as they swam from tree barks to get
a source of existence cannot let
the ants in drought to starve
for food is what they have once collected
and stored;
that which none has never rejected
nor objected
of ants and life
the futuristic species
that know when to pick up the pieces
of anything,
and the guard ants making sure nothing misses
from whence it were piled and stored
of ants and life ‘am never bored
as I observed how they nod
in respect and honor on board
as they pass each other a hustle they accord
of ants and life as they seek to conform
to a life in all its form
if ants can manage their own
why can’t we not of our own?
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Sonnet: And The Devils Came!
The Red-Ants took over the guava-tree!
They built their leafy nests by body-glue;
Some soldier-ants patrolled the surface free;
They fed on fruits, unripe, ripe; old and new.
Then Satan came to take them all to hell!
A group of crows invaded every nest;
The foes were too much; every soldier fell;
They could not succeed despite attempts best.
When you had harmed another unfairly;
The Lord allows your death-knell to be met;
The end comes on so fast and suddenly;
There is no escape from His mighty net!
So, never harm another here-after;
And if you do, cease may your own laughter!
poem by John Celes
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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Sitting In My Room
Sitting in my room
Record player on
Sitting in my room
humming a sickening tune
Sitting in my room
Something to do soon
We know what we think of them
the problems just keep piling in
They got complains about everything
It's us against them
It's us against them
It's us against them
They just wanna worry
that's not what any kid
should have to do
They just wanna be so lame
Maybe they should
try and sniff some glue
song performed by by Ramones from Pleasant Dreams
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Call in the midnight
I used to make my dinner thinking
About what you'd like to eat
I used to pass all night drinking
Because you didn't like of meat
I used to fall in laugh every second
Because you liked my way to smile
I used to tell histories with once upon
Just for keep you quiet for a while
I used to drink wine every saturday
Because you weren't at home
I used to smoke always in a trip away
Because I knew you weren't waiting on the phone
For a call in the midnight
Now I can't think about the dinner
Because I'm eating in my mom's house
Now I can't watch TV in soccer's winner
Because I'm not with my blouse
Now I can't smile for any stupid
Because I lost my eye's passion
Now I just keep in internet's cupid
Because I'll learn a new lesson
Now I'm coming from the rehab
And going to bed early, same in weekends
Now I just don't or can't laugh
Because I know I'll it pretends
For a call in the midnight
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Two On Glue
Who huffed at the party? Me and you
At the party, two on glue
Gonna get up going down
We're just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We're just two on glue
Living large and getting small
We're just two on glue
Turn this place into a den
We're just two on glue
song performed by by NOFX
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Three Starlings
I've seen three starlings in the sun-set
And the cold wind blows all over,
Three starlings flown from the Russian Front
Til the cold wind blow blows over.
Til the cold war wind blows over all
In the cold of the cold war warring,
Three starlings sit in the English mist
With the English Channel calling.
16 March 1974
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Where Are The Others
I'm the only one you can think of to come,
When the end of a rope...
A dangling you do has been done.
And you are upset because I express no regret,
When a life you chose to live...
You did with the showing to me much disrespect.
When I suffered through my needs,
You weren't there to assist.
When I sat in loneliness and cried for years...
Not one time during that period did you appear.
And now you are here on my doorstep to say...
What you should have done,
Could have been done my way.
But the advice I gave,
You refused to accept another.
Where are the others,
You claimed to be your brothers.
Where are the others,
You followed to leave me behind...
In a grief you didn't seem to mind,
At that time.
Where are the others?
Those who you claimed,
To have been your close brothers.
Where are your...
Brothers?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The perfect date for me would be staying at home, making a big picnic in bed, eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.
quote by Kim Kardashian
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Sonnet: From Soldier-ants To God
Who gave the soldier-ants their formic-sting?
So small a brain yet, intellect so vast;
To run in columns, organise and bring,
Their prey piece-meal and larvae very fast.
To choose their sites of nest-building on trees;
To glue the leaves with spider-like resin;
To sentinel their nest in war and peace;
To labor ceaselessly and wars to win.
What wondrous creatures, ants tho’ small can be?
Their industry, man ought to emulate;
In sun and rain and wind, they slog truly;
They stood the test of centuries till date.
How much more splendid Being, God must be?
The universe’s Ruler, Almighty!
8-26-2002
poem by John Celes
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Despair is like a cable that is buried just under the surface of the ground. You pull it up and pull it up, but that cable just keeps right on going, clear across a field, until you come to a bunch of guys who are burying the cable. Then just walk up to them and go, 'Hey, have you seen Fred' And they'll say, 'Fred who' And you say, 'Fred of snakes' Then cover your ears, because big laughs are coming.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Cit and eat
Sit to
Eat...
Any thing...
Any budy...
Cit and eat...
Simply sit and
Eat...
Eating is
Sitting is best...
With out sitting
You eat...
Waste...
Not food
Your Time
Enjoy your tenson...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The mag-pie-robins
Two mag-pie-robins
Sitting on an electric cable
Are singing love song
poem by Asif Andalib
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Eating Banana fruits
Eating Banana fruits,
I like to eat it,
By cutting into bits;
But my father eats it
By bites;
Which is good and decent?
Biting we have to open the mouth wide,
Eating by cutting, you open your mouth little,
And chew it bit by bit,
It is so tasty.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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