Ghostly Floss
Ghostly Floss
Your form, an evenness of attention
a cause of synchronized emotions
to travel routes of eternal blossoms
to accompany my souls extension.
No solar tide in my ocean travels
red roses blossom in surmised garden
with her glance Atropos unravels
solitude rules in my carried burden.
Ghostly floss, relentless rain mortised
joint symmetry, worlds of grievance
Ghostly floss, where monodies abide
feeling of persecution's distance.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Ghostly Man
Ghostly man
Look at my Life
I can see thru and thru
Ghostly man
You're alot like me...
And you...
Pale grey heart
full of wisps of love
Oh, Ghostly man
What reason do...
Pale in sight
Hollow, Hollow, vision
Do you haunt my way
Ghostly man
poem by Midnights Voice
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Cavity Search
Listenin to the muzak
Hearin people scream
Sittin in the waiting room
Readin crappy magazines
With a toothache
This is it, pal
Root canal
My molars are impacted
Im gettin gum disease
Im gonna need some fillings
Got twelve cavities
Can you help me
Have mercy
Doctor, please
My teeth are a fright
Got a huge overbite
Numb me, drill me
Floss me, bill me
You jab at my nerve endings
Its driving me insane
Just give me nitrous oxide
Shoot me up with novocaine
Help me out here
cause Im in severe
Pain
Please stop for a bit
Now let me rinse and spit
Numb me, drill me
Floss me, bill me
You validate my parking
I think that Im okay
But you my one more appointment for
A week from saturday
cause you came upon
A little problem on
My x-ray
Oy vey!
Its getting absurd
Well, I hope Im insured, now
Numb me, drill me
Floss me, bill me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Mental Floss
I'd like to be a jelly fish
Cause jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some euro-trash accents
They're just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss
It's the small small problems
That keep me so upset
And send me seeking shelter
Beneath my mosquito net
I stay there for hours
Protected from the nights
All those insects and vipers
Other things that bite
In one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss
I'd like to be a jelly fish
Because jelly fish don't pay rent
They don't walk, they don't talk
With some euro-trash accent
There just simple protoplasm
Clear as cellophane
They ride the winds of fortune
Life without a brain
It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss
It's in one ear and out the other
Don't you get criss-crossed
I recommend you try a little...
Mental floss
Yea, don't forget to floss every day!
Mental!
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett, music by Jimmy Buffett (1996)
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The little things that make my teeth clean
Of course, the champion is the toothpick
Always the wooden, bamboo toothpick
Or could be the fine dental floss
But I always need a mirror to use that
And eventually I find it more expensive
And time consuming
And then I can have a little twig
Of guava,
I like the odor and I have the
Last chew and
Oh my
I can chew the same and swallow
But without the toothpick or the floss
And when I am in a bus and there is
No guava tree
I simply have my tongue and the
Nail helping it to get rid
Of
You know what.
Life is like that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Haunted Hollow
The hollow is a group of trees,
whose branches intertwine to form an arch.
A column of noble trees,
standing tall and erect.
However the hallow is haunted,
by ghostly lovers who died there,
on one stormy night,
walking arm in arm
underneath a cloudy moonlight.
Now when the north wind blows,
and clouds drift across the moon.
You can see the ghostly lovers
in the shadows of the hallow,
where they walk for eternity,
linked arm in arm.
Their love has lived beyond the grave,
for everyone to see.
Two ghostly lovers
simply called you and me.
poem by David Harris
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Swept Idea
Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem,
to coincide with my remorse, and dream,
and there, as my unguarded pride rings,
another solitude to invent on lost sea links.
A shudder from the northern blow travels,
an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels
kills silent worlds where my failures hide
pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.
On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter,
a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter,
your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma,
a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..
And still.. Today's dream is one more code,
that laughs as only one visitor will approach,
a wind carries last year in his cold embrace
my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.
The wind cries; it passes my soul's burden,
a message dim never read, call of a maiden,
that invites stranded souls of lost wars,
to wait on Heaven roads where ether soars.
A swept idea of a smile and another of tear,
her ghostly upwardly turned hands and stare,
guide my senses and my route towards tides,
where I felt her to wait for me inside Hades.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Wanted Soul
A broken glass allows light
cuts my solitude in half
ways search to find a bight
and asks for your away laugh.
Humble light, and evanescent
was my destiny to count upon
a failure? Maenads demented
enfold me in a travel I conn.
Wanted man by ghostly blithe
I loved her! there she imbues
counts my petals and a scythe
sepia shades monotonous hues.
Wanted man, of ghostly dawns
with you not there! I string
gallivant song that mourns
designs lost, poems to sting.
forms dim that dance and lilt
lanterns that half hide dark
river of sorrow deposits silt
tears to sting, as souls lark
Wanted soul, to travel across
a slender ghost, and lissome
Was it a gift, a golden cross
and your benign smile dystome.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
George Eliot in The Mill on the Floss (1860)
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Surmised Garden
How true and astounding was your soft laugh,
how smooth and flawlessly you beckoned,
but it was an edge of sword above our luck,
and it was a riddance, a death toll, that echoed.
Surmised garden ideally, shed rose blossoms,
so we attended all of this, a memory of glow,
because my feelings reached for your emotions,
and cried as my steepers in, allowed of the flow.
Frontal of heart, a crucifix, became a blunt cry,
of those stingers that once convinced us to abide,
in a sweet eternity, in stable skies and strive,
and it was a promise of a Nyx, our unguarded pride.
Bouquet of myrtle, you offered me, a rain's drops
a close exploded lightning became our symbol,
for ever after we molded words, our souls force,
and it was your dominion the clouds of your idol.
Dominion of altitudes in an immense of heights,
where we emit eternally, outside of any horde,
to love the alliteration of worlds never surmised,
and it was your smiling my soul's alone world.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Bunyip
Oh, came you up by the place of dread
(west red, and the moon low down)
where no winds blow and the birds have fled
and the gum stands dead and its arms gleam white,
and the tribe sneak by with a stealthy tread
in the ghostly light,in the ghostly light.
Brave Worraland went one grey nightfall
(A woi! woi!) where the grim rocks frown;
he came no more to the camps at all
(Skies dark, and the moon low down).
As we came up by the gully side
(Deep dusk, and the moon low down)
A Dingo whined and a Curlew cried
and the reeds replied as in hushed affright
where tall brae Worraland screamed and died
in the ghostly light, in the ghostly light.
For the Thing lurks there in the haunted place
(A woi! woi!) where the pool is brown,
where lost ones vanish and leave no trace
(Day dead, and the moon low down).
Of, go not by near the bunyip's lair
(Stars dim, and the moon low down)
or tip-toe past and beware, beware
the dark pool snare and be set for flight,
for things of terror have happened there
in the ghostly light, in the ghostly light
and in the gunyas we crouch and hark
(A woi! woi!) where the dead men drown
The monster's bellow across the dark
(Stars gone, and the moon low down).
poem by James Martin Devaney
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My father was in the civil service. I can remember standing in a bus shelter in the pouring rain, and that we were allowed candy floss at the end of the holiday if we had behaved.
quote by Honor Blackman
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Never floss with a stranger.
quote by Joan Rivers
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My quill's trails
Cumulus dance so nicely, an isotropy of moves
and dimensions, a nimble flirt of Aeolic whiffs
and my minds explorations. My solitude rules.
A crucifix hung from your neck, a golden chain
your dreamy form attends my calls, your bliss
was it an autesthesy of souls esteem, position vain?
Your glance demure, my crimson run, a wince
a blow of winds, took me up high, afar from pain
Dryads accepted me in mist, a travel of whims.
A visitor of evenness, a sanctuary of your ails
your wings invited me, to fly in higher air streams
Your flash of soul lives since, in my quill's trails.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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My Last Dream
If you look,
you still can
find empty
Summer meadows….
where paths
and roads
are made
of grass….
there, early
Rabbits run
wild through
pink eyed
flowers….
and the Sun
sprinkles mornings
with dew-
dripping showers.
But later as
the late sun runs….
you sleep,
as
candy floss
blossoms
drift down
to colour
the black
picnic cloth.
And now...
you are gone.
Singer In The Dark
It fills the silent spaces
Floating on evenings air.
A gentle lilt, harmonic;
Carried on alien winds
Soft as summer rain,
It tickles the senses,
Tingles the spine.
Sweet and heady,
A perfumed dream.
A ripple of notes,
A crystal liquidity,
And just as brittle.
Seemingly eternal, unending,
A ghostly bird,
A singer in the dark.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Childhood has no forebodings, but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.
George Eliot in The Mill on the Floss
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A Requiem
Neobule, being tired,
Far too tired to laugh or weep,
From the hours, rosy and gray,
Hid her golden face away.
Neobule, fain of sleep,
Slept at last as she desired!
Neobule! is it well,
That you haunt the hollow lands,
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Plucking, with their spectral hands,
Scentless blooms of asphodel?
Neobule, tired to death
Of the flowers that I threw
On her flower-like, fair feet,
Sighed for blossoms not so sweet,
Lunar roses pale and blue,
Lilies of the world beneath.
Neobule! ah, too tired
Of the dreams and days above!
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Out of life and out of love,
Sleeps the sleep which she desired.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Oh to be in England
Oh, to be in England
now that April's there
fish & chips, candy floss
and sun hats everywhere
Lord Bunion
poem by Neil McGreevy
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Apparition Despair
Apparition Despair
By: Adam M. Snow
My ghostly apparition doesth not be seen,
by thy child of my ghostly fiend.
But though the twinkle lights despair me;
my wake be that of a lore of me.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Life Blossoms into vitality
Petals blossoms into flowers,
Clouds blossom into rain,
Seeds blossoms into trees,
Minutes blossom into hours,
Bricks blossom into dwellings,
Anger blossoms into destruction,
Exuberance blossoms into newness,
Nervousness blossoms into exhaustion,
Teamwork blossoms into unity,
Perseverance blossoms into success,
Beauty blossoms into enchantment,
Intrigue blossoms into enigma,
Trends blossom into innovations,
Eggs blossom into fledglings,
Rose blossoms into scent,
Sun blossoms into optimism,
Stars blossom into radiation,
Soil blossoms into vegetation,
Art blossoms into exoticism,
Ice blossoms into waterfalls,
Fire blossoms into compassion,
Imagination blossoms into concepts,
Wine blossoms into sedation,
War blossoms into hatred,
Pearls blossom into resplendence,
Dreams blossom into floatation,
Fashion blossoms into style,
Roots blossom into stem,
Salt blossoms into tanginess,
Strength blossoms into fortitude,
Resilience blossoms into conviction,
Surrender blossoms into despair,
Truth blossoms into harmony,
Relationships blossom into empathy,
Violence blossoms into prejudice,
Discrimination blossoms into bloodshed,
Scalp blossoms into hair,
Love blossoms into passion,
Peace blossoms into solidarity,
Rainbow blossoms into vivacity,
Endeavor blossoms into sweetness,
Tunes blossom into songs,
Mind blossoms into ingenuity,
Wilderness blossoms into mysticism,
Flames blossom into ardor,
Corpses blossom into ghosts,
Retreat blossoms into sadness,
Bondage blossoms into rebel,
Faith blossoms into worship,
Infidelity blossoms into nemesis,
Idiosyncrasy blossoms into nothingness,
Spiders blossom into webs,
Benevolence blossoms into humanity,
Independence blossoms into character,
Renunciation blossoms into divine,
Introspection blossoms into discovering,
Emotions blossom into yearning,
Death blossoms into extinction,
And life blossoms into vitality…..
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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