Khushi Or Joy
I looked at her appearance first
She seemed to be perfect soul as best
'She must be an artist' I imagined
The thoughts raced in chain
She may not be quick in response
May retort for want of no reasons
I dared to approach for adding her as reader
Possibly she may consent to it as silent bidder
You are in my list
Perfect choice to enlist
What more about me?
Writer of verses and style very free
I was in jovial mood and elated
My search for it was certainly related
It is how we make friends for cause
They may be ready there of course
She said nothing but consented
Appreciated approach and not resented
This is how world and people come closer
Feel warmth and get easily nearer
Nice and beautiful females are centre of attraction
They get alienated by our thoughtless actions
Otherwise who may not want to be praised?
Level of beyond reach is certainly raised
I don't know what poets are supposed to perform
Read and write more to be in or out of form
But one thing is sure to be taken note of
They are worth to be taken along and make a laugh
It is said there is no medicine to enhance life span
You may depart at destined time even after full proof plan
The depth and insight enhances the will power to survive
Get back all lost energy and zeal to put in and vigorously survive
I find favor with my style of functioning
Their talent and achievement is worth mentioning
So many may be shying away on gender base
But it is worthwhile to probe their mind and chase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life to define
How to term life and define
What is so nice about it and feel fine?
It is hollow till you fill in
Make it worthwhile and to be seen
No one can feel contended
It is to be carefully attended
Not a single corner to be left out
Life story is certainly good and to be talked about
We cry, rejoice and suffer also from pain
All our energy goes in search and sometimes in vain
Nothing to be missed in golden drive
We all have to struggle and survive
Take help from nature
Make it memorable for future
How birds sing with melody on tree?
We too air nicely and feel free
Till life spells doom
Till it finds no room
Life must be lived on
Mission is to be carried on and won
Not to end abruptly till the last
As it may end with its approach very fast
So to say “go on” with lively object
Till you have overcome and enjoyed the subject
We may come across many hurdles
Difficulties may come in lot or in bundles
We have enough of strength to counter
We have the courage and will power at the centre
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet not to remain quiet
It is essence of poet not to remain quiet
Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic
The thoughts and images must reach to the masses
As they may have enough of it to read in classes
The flower may not know what fragrance it has
There might not be awareness yesterday as it was
Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate
It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate
The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far
They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness
Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive
It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure
Not that people are cruel and less sentimental
They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental
Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved
He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed
Everybody may be passing through critical phase
There may be mad race and long chase
Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach
Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach
Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty
It is not that only poets do great service
People from many walks of life also suffice
Their contribution is well known and of very good standard
It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward
But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart
By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start
It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike
Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Poet not to remain
It is essence of poet not to remain quiet
Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic
The thoughts and images must reach to the masses
As they may have enough of it to read in classes
The flower may not know what fragrance it has
There might not be awareness yesterday as it was
Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate
It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate
The poets are called crazy and thought driven
They do not bother for their appearance even
They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are
The world is so close to them and not very far
They are part of each living object
They accept it in mind and never reject
They try to feel natural belongingness
And it is there as gift to feel oneness
Not all can feel the impulse of nature
Not all can see the well being of future
Only few can breathe with it and survive
They make it perfect and try to revive
It requires third eye to feel the real soul
You may witness it casually and not as whole
You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature
You express sorrow when over apathy to cure
Not that people are cruel and less sentimental
They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental
Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved
He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed
Everybody may be passing through critical phase
There may be mad race and long chase
Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach
Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach
Some of them may be called nationalist
Some one may be well known as futurists
Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty
Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty
It is not that only poets do great service
People from many walks of life also suffice
Their contribution is well known and of very good standard
It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward
But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart
By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start
It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike
Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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New Generation
New generation have come long way
With lots of inspirations to sail away
With dashing approach and will power to handle
Everything to compete and easily to avail
'Within reach' is new approach
Slogan with criteria as such
Not to loose feminist character
And at the same time perform as domain ting actor
Good education and new environment
Has made it beautiful movement
Everywhere you find women in charge
Ably assist and commendably manage
What do they look at while passing?
When goal is near but needs chasing?
It is critical time and needed bold decision
Then comes real intelligence to be excelled with precision
This can be expected as minimum
If god has allowed then it as maximum
To love and present beautiful body
Should be concern of no body
Luxury is style now
Person should know its use with when and how?
Knowledge is power and so are the means!
Females have all the way found to excel and win
Women are no lame duck
They are firmly seated and struck
With whatever power and brilliance they have
They are beautiful dug in and now can crave
It is mater of time that they may overcome
All their inheritance weaknesses to welcome
New trend with all elegance and charm in it
We have only to observe and honorably greet
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Break The Chain
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R:now its time to break it
A:come on come on
Come on come on
R:break it down
A:i wanted to break your chain, yeah
Make the right chioce in life
You gotta do it now
You gotta to do it now
You gotta to ah yeah
You gotta oh
R:2 unlimited
Break it
Break it
A:break the chain, break it for me
Free your sprit, set your soul free
Break the chain, feel it in your hands
Break the chain so nothing can hold us back
R: if you gonna break the chain, think of the main source ( source )
Do your job and take the right course ( course )
Dont let your mind dont play no tricks in the world; alot of things to face
Your life in this world goes up and down
You gotta pay attention to stick around
Get this one thing striaght in your brain
Set yourself free and break that chain
A:break the chain, break it for me
Free your sprit, set your soul free
Break the chain, feel it in your hands
Break the chain so nothing can hold us back
A:break the chain, break it for me
Free your sprit, set your soul free
Break the chain, feel it in your hands
Break the chain so nothing can hold us back
A: your future is in your hands...
R: bass bass
A: break or fake or make your chain
R: and break that chain
A: come on come on
R: break it break it
A: come on come on
R: break it break it
A: let nothing stand in your way
R: so get yourself together cause the music makes you better
You gotta rearrange, stand up and make that change
cause if you dont, then you wont and you never gonna see the perfect life in reality
Can you see what I mean, can you hear I what I say
Can I break it ah yeah ( ah yeah ), yes I may
On a mission we go, sunshine or rain
Set yourself free but you gonna break that chain
A:break the chain, break it for me
Free your sprit, set your soul free
Break the chain, feel it in your hands
Break the chain so nothing can hold us back
A:break the chain, break it for me
Free your sprit, set your soul free
Break the chain, feel it in your hands
Break the chain so nothing can hold us back
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As poet
As an poet I was little afraid
As virus threat was often laid
Computer stood silent for many days
This was unknown trap laid in many ways
I politely said for being an ordinary poet
Preferred to write in low tones and remained quiet
Assessed the mood correctly and wrote in earnest
It was just an approach to serve it at best
I was blamed by many as having soft corner
Poets are generally believed to be good poetry lovers
Move easily with sentiments and Played lovingly
I laughed at criticism and went on willingly
She knew about some local language
Some of the words were put and managed
I could not conrol but laughed and expressed
I appreciated her and skillfully assessed
She said about her appreciation of life
Happy in home with kids and leadig as very godo wife
Poetry as her second best choice to express sentiments
I was moved with her resolute approach and movement
I don't how she made her forceful impact!
I had no reason to offer and certainly act
She was coming near with all her creations
It was full of authentic assertion and presentation
She may stay as long runner
I presumed and felt as beginner
She had intent of improving wih time
I saw in her a well known potess for times to come
I was drawing near her
Her approach was nice and friendlier
Why not? All poets must exchange fairly
Love the work, read it patiently and preserve dearly
(to be continued)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A somebody to know
I know it is impossible to stand alone
you may lack the strength to face the cyclone
your feet are supposed to hold the ground
the logic stands good and suitably found
You can't face the challenge and survive
you lack the enough will power to strike
you look helplessly towards the sky
you may wonder all the time and ask only why?
it can never be the right attitude in question
it has to be strengthened and weighed in relation
if you can't face the solid rocks then attempts to scale
Else you will be hunted and swallowed by Whale
You may come ac cross many hurdles
difficulties too may be lot in bundles
it makes you to stand firmly to face
you can plan and withdraw in that case
if you loose high hopes and slide into frustration
it may not be solved and increase its duration
they may form permanent part of illusion
you will live amidst uncertainty and confusion
The object should never be magnified
it should be faced and defied
it may discourage you for time being
but yo are gifted with powerful wings
There is always hope in every despair
there is fragrance and sweetness in air
the appearance of dews even for short moment
leaves us to face it with counter movement
If small ant can carry the weight of many fold
we can certainly survive and firmly hold
we may face the reversal or defeat
but we may consolidate the position and not repeat
Not all the people may be blessed with favor
they may still be going ahead and fighting for
it is known fact that lucky will be only one
yet the attempt is made by everyone
There is nothing like gain or loss
Not all can become owner or boss
someone has to play subsidiary role
to defeat all should not be the only goal
there is something like contentment
this looks very nice statement
it can lead to permanent solution
we should have perfect aim with resolution
What do we lack is pure zeal?
killer's instinct to be seen as real
one side ready to enter a deal
at the same time muster the medicine to heal
Nothing can be taken as granted or for sure
they may show appeasement and make you to lure
you he too guide the destiny the and reach the shore
not a single opportunity is to be missed but try to seek more
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Get Ready For This (Instrumental)
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style, house on the ground
Please when I squeeze, pump to your knees
Who wants to play? I'm in here to stay,
Ready to take you around the way
So get ready for this. Mind your own biz
'Cause I invented the microphone biz
No need to sit, cause we're 2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this!
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
Doin' everything yo just to survive
A wall to wall, I think I stand
Being on stage with a mic in my hand
Bustin' it live to the crowd
The age is 20, I'm from the south
1-Be a part, break my heart
Get ready for this, mind your own biz
People in the front, show me what you want
And I won't give it in...
Get ready for this!
We're 2 Unlimited, so people won't you sit?
Movin' up and down, dancin' on the ground
Feelin' kinda free; security
House is style that moves you from the ground
House on the ground, bass in your face
Racin' the place, no time to waste
Feelin' hypnotized, I can see it in your eyes
Feelin' kinda better, put on your sweater
Feelin' like a white, I think it doesn't matter
Super, dope, deaf, and even outrageous
If I was an animal, they've kept me in cages
So get ready for this! Ya'll ready for this?
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Bono Rezak
'She is mom's special friend'
'I have read their conversation with nice end'
My reader friend disclosed me about you
As I was discussing 'Bono' with her and felt so true
'Are you early riser' she was on line
It was all quick with surprise
I was thrilled to see her talk
It was as if cuckoo's voice heard while on stroll or walk
'The mind is fresh and ideas creep' she went on
Mind is steady and thoughts just keep
Perfect flow is maintained
That is how thoughts are composed and sustained
She seemed to me as an icon
Well behaved and mannered to be won
She was excellent in her oratory
As I visited and saw her work in poetry
She was in praise for all poets
At least that was keeping them occupied and quiet
I learned a lot from her conversation
As it was nice to go head and build relation
I felt her warm and as good human being
Nice with humor and good in chatting
But poems are all addressed to her hubby
As it seems to make her all the way happy
It is nice to visit and feel about good soul
More of it when she responds to the call
I feel it as beautiful chance to have little chat
May turn it into solid bond when we make further start
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Discordant Note
Little stories for little people lifting my thoughts from
eternal battle and strife to survive life without hope in
a future except what I can fantasise, an ability almost
lost as Less-Than-Effective reaches for Mediocre – a
status I have not even reached yet and which I detest,
I suppose Fully-Dysfunctional suits me better; constant
battle in my mind is not all that much fun
Living in a perfect world where I am the only discordant
note, being the only failure tolerated among my seniors
who love routine and doing boring tasks without going
out of their minds; I stopped making up stories and life
lost all its colour and spice – so I shall make up stories
again and put in all the beautiful things I missed so
much, taking care not to involve anyone else
Except the characters of my favourite authors, they do
not mind me being stupid and lost, they kick-start the
games that give zest to life, looking beyond the surface
to see the dreams that no-one ever need to bring alive
for them to give meaning to every idealistic treatise I
love to read, strengthening belief in an expanded
consciousness when my body dies and I shall
Break free from this perfect world in which we live...
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You Can't Lose
Artist(Band):98 Mute
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There's so many corridors for you to explore
Just when you think you've seen it all you find something more
Always one more aisle to pursue in this department store
Just be sure you don't forget to purchase what you came for
Take a look around do you like what you see
A vast ocean of opportunity
You can always make a change if your view does not suit you
So many splendid paths from which to choose
You can't lose
Stumbling through the world one day I met a man of depth
He was kind and spoke wisely this is what he said
For what it's worth life's worth the wait
Try to sample life from many plates
Paint your life use palates with many paints
And in gold you'll be worth your wait
Lose sight of yourself for a while
And act foolishly just like a child
Make sure you live your life out of style
Break free from the rank and file
An endless storybook always another page
And each chapter can end the way you choose
You've been cast the leading role and your whole life's a stage
Experience is the one thing you can't lose
You can't lose
If you never try you've already died
So you better try
I'm telling you no matter what you do
You can't lose
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I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Perfect Gent
He was a perfect gent,
Who having thus been lent,
This, Oh such precious key,
With which to view a property,
Which he hoped she might like to buy.
She'd deemed him a lovely guy.
He was a perfect gent,
Who seemed to be intent,
On making so sure that she,
Felt absolutely free,
To look around the place,
And, perhaps, consider it her base.
He was a perfect gent,
Who seemed to be content,
To follow just behind
Her, whilst she was thus inclined,
To take her time to survey,
Each room along the way.
He was a perfect gent,
Who smiled at her and sent,
A shiver, down her spine,
Which to her was quite divine,
Leaving her with a special kind,
Of fascination, in her mind.
He was a perfect gent,
Who hoped that she'd consent,
To become his future wife,
And to travel so, through life,
Hoping too, that this property,
Would hold the vital key.
He was a perfect gent,
Who in the time they spent
Together, in this prime location,
Made her feel such wild elation,
That, standing entranced by his side,
She consented to become his bride.
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Magic in different style
She is on screen and just few inches away
Spelling magic in different style al the way
I sink with all happiness in a day
She is simply wonderful and standing at bay
I might have not taken note of her
If she was just normal and had nothing to offer
But here she stood exceptionally in unique position
All smiles in one direction to raise lot many questions
I slipped into past history of ancient era
Where even saint had lost concentration
I thought of my being as poor human being
She was there for all praise from me as king
I am aware of natural beauty in person
Some are looked nice with many reasons
But here she stood as marvelous art
All body parts engraved from marble parts
She laughed at when I praised with words
This was just excuse for looking forward
I failed to grasp her mood in time
Shivered within and crumbled sometimes
"Will you be my perfect man" she uttered
The situation was now fully altered
The whole scene was slipping away from my grip
I thought I may fall down on earth for early sleep
It happens sometimes when unusual things happen
Your minds runs faster and sometimes sharpen
So many things shape up there after even
As such things are taking place all of sudden
I am elated at the words spoken
I thought about them as token
But no, she was serious enough to accept
Me as her dream man in mind and to be kept
I am lucky person to find a beauty with brain
Even though to find a beautiful lady is not my aim
She must be as natural as possible
To stay for ever without crating any troubles
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A close look
It was stone's throw distance
but she did not look at once
did not take notice even
everything seemed very casual for her and nice
It is great to fall in love with strong attachment
It is still great to consider it as pride moment
when everything is moving in direct direction
you may not be able to hide emotions or actions
it is herculean task
I dared not directly to ask
it was pleasant surprise
the speculation was not allowed tor rise
She consented for honest drive
it was invitation of full warmth and live
I fell for it and gave final approval
It was considered as spring's actual arrival
The colorful flowers started to boom
the garden had enough space and provided room
I saw the change and was bit elated to zoom
I imagined how I would be looking as future groom?
She filled me with enough of joy
I could not guess it may be ploy
I took it as open and frank invitation
This was time to consolidate the relation
She had bright eyes and looked elegant
her attraction was powerful and instant
I believed in today and at present
I took the chance as heavenly sent
who can decline the powerful drive
she was so beautiful and eyes could not believe
I was simple human being and tend to fall prey
I consciously probed but finally gave away
It was good beginning with all the promises
I took care not to make any misses
I preferred good sweet dishes on the table
It looked all fine and I was able
After all life is full of adventure
it speaks of good fortune with future
One strives very hard to make it sure
the relation has to be string and pure
I was all out for its durability
Though I did not lack vision and ability
I assured her life time support
with promise to maintain good rapport
It was agreed and mutually consented
there was no scope for it to be resented
it was still going well with my capabilities
one fine morning it dashed all the probabilities
The wind started flowing in opposite direction
all my plans were going in misdirection
they were falling in reverse gear
I was warned off with worst founded fear
She was proving as difficult nut
I had made all sincere efforts but
She had double mind to speak
I was serious enough but proved very weak
It was going to be dead locked or end in stalemate
she was not interested now to become mate
I accepted it with grace and blamed the fate
the bad luck had struck very late
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our Games Of Chance, A Game Of Chess
whether you like it or not
(are you a man who wants everything to be too secure
without any risk at all?
say no.We cannot proceed further)
our lives are games of chances
every moment is a choice
every hour is a risk
every minute is a bait
sometimes we are the pawns and they are the kings
and bishops and queens
i am talking now of the game of chess
sometime we kick back and we become horses
and we invoke the power of the church
we take the robes of divine power: Jesus is King!
the King in us gets authoritative and checks the
queen of her fidelity
we impose taxing obligations
we make love and take the necessary romance
in a further note however, i like the feelings of being the spy.
roving eyes, ten to twenty disguises, and when caught in flagrante
i always say, 'Hey, i am just an ordinary poet!
what can poets do? Can they do harm to you?
Can they put the bombs and kill thousands of innocent people?
Do they ever know what 9/11 is? Or ' What do poets know about middle east issues, ? The Palestine Thing? The human rights problem?
What do poets say about international humanitarian law concerns? '
Perfect! Too perfect! The agree on one thing: Poets are fools!
They laugh and cry! Those mean and serious thinkers of our society!
They bound me
And in pity
They all set me free!
Like a turtle, I was thrown to the coolest river...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty In Essence
I read beautiful sentence 'beauty is joy forever'
How best to understand 'beauty lies in the eyes of beholder'
I was restless and decided to search
But I had imagined it as beyond reach
God only knows how to define beauty
He has created it and certainly is his duty
I shall have to feel or be the part of beautiful universe
If I am granted black color then it should not be the cause of curse
Oh God! What a project I have taken on hand?
Not even almighty has tried to understand
It was freely distributed on earth by nature
Many flowers have come up in garden to reassure
'No, it can't be as simple as that' I was amused
I opened eyes but in misbelieve refused
Why was it not attracting as it should have been?
I thought for a while but lacked the power to be called divine
Wherever I moved and tried to guess
I saw the same power with divine face
He was there in each particle
Each one speaking itself as independent article
I found beauty in black eyes
With same attraction and force it tried
Not that white lacked any appeal
But black represented nothing to repeal
I raised my hands and looked at his mighty power
Only rain god had the blessings to offer
Bring life and beauty to earth in general
So many appeared quickly and many disappeared with funeral
I tried to read and decode the beautiful language
I was not young enough to understand that page
Where all the material was available to feel beautiful
But I found it at no place and remained unsuccessful
I find each object better than the other
Among the females I could see only mother
In the garden I could find only rose flower
Where else I need to go now to find beautiful cover?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Say Somethin'
I'm over here
Looking at you
You're over there
Watching me too
Both painting pictures of
Of how we'll kiss and hug
So what we gonna do?
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do?)
Tell me why we're standing here
The moment's passion's all so clear
You've got my mind blown
And baby, I'm ready to go
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
(Let's make it)
Hot as you can stand it
Something like volcanic
You know it seems organic
Just like the stars and planets
Yeah, we are
So what you gonna do?
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do?)
Tell me why we're still in here
There's nothing for us to fear
I could tell with my eyes closed
Now baby, I'm ready to go
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
Snoop Dogg:
Everytime I fall though
Want me to speak on the word or two
It's the D-O-double-G
And I do it so lovingly
Diggin this track by the Neptunes
Babygirl, follow me to the west room
Now get buck wild
Shhh, don't make a sound
I'll take you, lay you down
Make your body go round and round
Do you want me to?
Don't say you won't
I know you do
Most girls play shy
It won't hurt until you give it a try
I know you like my smile
Dig my style, dig the bow-wow
But uhh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me.
song performed by by Mariah Carey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Say Something
I'm over here
Looking at you
You're over there
Watching me too
Both painting pictures of
Of how we'll kiss and hug
So what we gonna do
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do)
Tell me why we're standing here
The moment's passion's all so clear
You've got my mind blown
And baby, I'm ready to go
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
(Let's make it)
Hot as you can stand it
Something like volcanic
You know it seems organic
Just like the stars and planets
Yeah, we are
So what you gonna do
(So what ya gonna do? What ya gonna do)
Tell me why we're still in here
There's nothing for us to fear
I could tell with my eyes closed
Now baby, I'm ready to go
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
[Snoop Dogg]
Everytime I fall though
Want me to speak on the word or two
It's the D-O-double-G
And I do it so lovingly
Diggin this track by the Neptunes
Babygirl, follow me to the west room
Now get buck wild
Shhh, don't make a sound
I'll take you, lay you down
Make your body go round and round
Do you want me to
Don't say you won't
I know you do
Most girls play shy
It won't hurt until you give it a try
I know you like my smile
Dig my style, dig the bow-wow
But uh
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
If it's worth your while
Say something, say something
If it's worth your while
Say something good to me
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
If it's worth your while
Do something good to me
song performed by by Mariah Carey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On My Worth As A Writer
On my worth as a writer I do cast great doubt
Though one could never run out of things to write about
And poetasters are many and poets they are rare
Yet so much to write on of the big World out there
One can say I've written a whole heap of stuff
Yet out of millions of writers few are good enough
To make a success out of the wordsmith trade
So many there are and so few make the grade
Not many writers the literary critics impress
And so few out of writing become a success
For every literary success of which we do read
So many are destined to never succeed
And only a tiny minority do make writing pay
But then such is life as some are known to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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