BA Business Class (Life Poem)
Neighbours resent the forced eye-contact intimacy,
Seat barrier raised despite friendly pre-flight hello,
Too English to be happy, too weird to be interesting,
Smiling Simon says, “Nice to have you, with us, Sir”.
Irish Grubeen, Mature Scottish Cheddar after dinner,
The port on London to Miami is strangely Stiltonless,
Scottish Tracy saves the day with First Class foray,
Admits she is a Lockerbie lass with nerves of steel.
Captain Lightfoot lands this little piece of England,
More gently than his movie namesakes ever could.
I count 55 Miami immigration stamps in my passport,
Maybe yoga would make this commute more fun.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Miami
Words and music by bob seger
They saw the lights on the horizon
Out of the seas it came shinin
The buildings so high
They seemed to touch the sky
Miami, oh, miami
They felt the warm breezes blowing
From off the strange new ocean
They reached the end safe
It was a new day
Miami, oh, miami
Oh, it mustve seemed
Something from a dream
Shinin through the night
All those city lights
Staring at the shore
Hungry, tired and worn
Could it really be
Were they really free
And so they came
A hundred thousand
To find a way of life
They could believe in
Far away from home
With nothing of their own
To miami, oh miami
They saw the lights
Miami
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Memo
There's a girl over there
With the rhythm everywhere
She's a very fine girl
And she's been awfully nice to me
When we walk
As we sometimes do
All the way out Collins Avenue
Well it's very very fine
Very very special
Very
Gee I love Miami
It's so nice and hot
And every building's so pretty and white
And I always get into so much trouble
When I'm down there
I know these two old stiffs
Live on the Waterway
That's where I like to stay
When I'm down
In
Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down!
There's a man over there
With the conk in his hair
He's a very bad man
Don't look now
He's really very bad
And his name is Medina
And he comes from Argentina
See that little dog there with him
Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy
Oh, I love Miami
It's so hot
And the women down here
Are so impure
I love to hang around
The big hotels
And sleep in the sun all day
I know this double jointed guy
With the circus in St. Pete
He's with me now
He says hello
>From 14th Street
In
Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down
song performed by by Randy Newman
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But this is Miami, you can't come to Miami and not show any skin. You gotta show something. If you're all covered up in this heat, you're gonna make me pass out out just to look at you. It's sweaty in Miami-but the diamonds will keep me cool.
Miami
Theres a girl over there
With the rhythm everywhere
Shes a very fine girl
And shes been awfully nice to me
When we walk as we sometimes do
All the way out collins avenue
Well its very, very fine
Very, very special
Very
Gee, I love miami
Its so nice and hot
And every buildings so pretty and white
And I always get into so much trouble
When Im down there
I know these two old stiffs
Live on the waterway
Thats where I like to stay
When Im down
In
Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And its free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your hawaiian shirt
And come down!
Theres a man over there
With the conk in his hair
Hes a very bad man
Dont look now
Hes really very bad
And his name is medina
And he comes from argentina
See that little dog there with him
Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy
Oh, I love miami
Its so hot
And the women down here
Are so impure
I love to hang around
The big hotels
And sleep in the sun all day
I know this double jointed guiy
With the circus in st. pete
Hes with me now
He says hello
From fourteenth street
In
Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And its free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your hawaiian shirt
And come down!
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Sic a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel to e'en our Scottish name
Sae fam'd in sang and story.
Now Sark rins tae th' Solway sands,
An' Tweed runs t' th' ocean..
Tae mark whaur England's Province stands:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station.
But English gold has been our bane:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Oh, would or had I seen the day
That treason thus could sell us!
My auld grey head had lien in clay,
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But, pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll make this declaration:
We were bought and sold for English gold!
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
poem by Robert Burns
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AA First Class (Life Poem)
Gigi remembers the frozen vodka with flowers
If she likes you, you get to know her first name
Cuisine in the sky is now Armagnac-free coffee
Gilles conflicted by gourmetless veal burger
To be sure to be sure I have the rubber chicken
Made tasty with a reasonably decent Sancerre
Tacky blue tape repair to swivel seat and desk
I hope the engines not maintained like this
Captain tells us not enough fuel get to Miami
Heart beats fast wondering if First Class first out
Oops now falling fast……
poem by Ian Beckett
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One of my favorite vacation places is Miami, because of the people, the water and the beach - of course - and the architecture on Miami Beach is so wonderful.
quote by Oksana Baiul
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Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O, would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll mak this declaration:
We're bought and sold for English gold—
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
poem by Robert Burns
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Everybodys Got A Cousin In Miami
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
By: jimmy buffett, michael tschudin
1993
--spoken:
Hey jimmy, you know anybody in miami that can get me a passport
Real quick?
Oh yeah, yeah man. Ive got a cousin up there. he knows
Everthing about everything. lets see if Ive got his number
Here somewhere, yeah. no, he works out of a payphone...oh yeah.
Ive got it here. okay. todays international investor,
Whatever that is. yeah, everybodys got a cousin in miami. here
We go.
It was was ninety miles to freedom
But they took the risk
Though ocean was all motion
And the wind was brisk
The deadly gunboats never saw them
In the pale moonlight
They were off to cayo hueso
By the dawns early light
The gringo in the garden called the customs man
They answered all his questions
Were allowed to land
The ladies shared a hairbrush
And their husbands had a coke
And they were taken up to krome
To meet with there kin folk
Chorus:
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
(everybodys got a cousin in miami)
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat
That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
In a third world jungle
Not so far away
Lives a natural drummer
With a dream to play
Hes the brother of the lizard
And the flying fish
But hes enchanted by the pictures
>from the satellite dish
So his mama packs his bag
Knots his red neck tie
Send him north to her relations
With a kiss goodbye
Hes bewildered by the plane ride
And the immigration line
Until he sees his christian name
Upon a cardboard sign
Chorus:
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
(everybodys got a cousin in miami)
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
Everybody want to win that lottery
--spoken:
And the winning numbers are...7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9. uh, close, so
Close. history lesson, history lesson.
Its hard to believe this city started as a trading post
Home to the seminole pirate and pioneer
Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast
Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
It brought me life, it brought me love
I never have outgrown
Brought me one too many nights along that biscayne shore
And one too many mornings in the grove drugstore
And one way or the other were all refugees
Livin out this easy life below the banyan trees
Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
Weve got a style weve got a look
Weve got that old panache
Chorus:
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
(everybodys got a cousin in miami)
Everybody understands the impromptu
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
--spoken:
I do, I do. lets take it down boys. down south to those
Little latitudes. ya ya, ya ya. thank you robert.
Chorus:
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
(everybodys got a cousin in miami)
Everybody is an aborigine
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
Under the stars in the bars down by the sea
Oh me now
Everybodys got a cousin in miami
(everybodys got a cousin in miami)
Everybody has to have that impromptu
--spoken:
What are we doing now?
Dancing in the heat to the beat
It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
Everybody needs to have a dream come true
--spoken:
I do. I do. I had this dream the other day. I was down on the
Equator. I didnt know whether I was up or down. I couldnt
Tell the difference. it was hot and we were rockin. and the
Coral reefers gathered around me and they said: we want a raise
Or were going to quit. and thats when I woke up. so play
Boys, play.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Miami
Miami has a pickle smell,
A smell that tells you all is well,
You enter in a restaurant,
And eat and eat all that you want.
And there is herring too, you know,
So white that it resembles snow,
'Light Bagels' with some cream and lox,
That even would please Mr. Fox.
Miami how I love your name,
I come and go, you are the same,
Maybe a new hotel or two,
But that won't change my love for you.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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I love David Caruso. I know it's not cool, but I do. I watch CSI: Miami. I think he's interesting.
quote by James Denton
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Across the Universe (Life Poem)
1,000 miles from the Merry Christmas muzak in Port Moresby
Fat Brisbane taxi philosopher’s poor mouth moaning season
Navan road Sydney AMEX girl pining for the cold in Dublin
Along with traditional stuffing of turkey ham and trimmings.
10,000 miles to London via sticky Bangkok “Merry Clistmas”
And cattle class envy of First class lounge showers mid-flight
But Jetlag is the same nightmare at both ends of the plane
As we fly across the universe to be home for Christmas.
1,000,000 people flying to their friends and families
Do all those sad, glad, bad, mad once-a-year reunions
Make it to Happy New Year without killing each other
Resolving to be prosperous, viceless and happy again?
poem by Ian Beckett
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Murder (Life Poem)
Looking to snooze on AA922 to Miami today
Little monsters scream all the way for fun
Seat kicking for exercise and expression
Murder in mind as red wine spills on shirt
Wishing it was little darlings’ blood instead
Open the door and take them wing walking
Angry parents complain for some reason
Perhaps because I did not bring them back
Now sleeping, no apologies, dreaming that
Business Class minimum age the best policy.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Land Grievances
Get in line. Young Maori. Get in line.
Death Death March legally signed
before young Maori intensely pined.
Killed was ancient ancestral spirit
cleaving Celtic Isle mist lost lands.
Butchered guttered tie affixed lost
birthright mystic Celtic legendary lands.
Blood washed uprooted cast out are clans
purged from beloved Celtic ancestral lands.
Umbilical cord was cut brutally severed
with stealing steal tongue beastly fire.
For more sheep landlord pasture profit
Scottish smashed in are cottages homes.
Flocks free bleating beasts tended roam
rule ruined outcast vacated ghost villages.
Starvation claims sickening women children
destitute dying in London’s stinking slums.
Scottish men die dye red ranging regiments
across stolen globe with British firing guns.
Scottish bag-pipes screaming brave Scotsmen heard
wounds silhouette bleeding sunset blood-red suns.
In Ireland peasants dye starvation stained
with green mouths on bitter famine food.
Eating grass inland coastal eating seaweed
bounty stock free for rash starved Irish peasants.
British blight plague infests deflowered land
bloated corpses manure pastures Irish rued.
Providential not pestilent genocide inflicting Ireland;
English lords taxing life breath to death never sued.
Sweeping rubble rabble forth dark memories purge
upon ship passage exiles permanently migration move.
Homeland is lost family plot burial land
countless wakes memories survivors ban.
Get in line. Young Maori. Get in line.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An Arabic Woman & The English Countryside
I am neither a Celtic,
Who lived in ancient Britain,
Nor am I an Arian,
Or a Normandy whose ancestors
Ruled England for a while,
And the blood in my veins
Do not go back
To the Germanic tribes
Who invaded England,
And mingled with the Celtic
In the savage old time.
Nor am I an Immigrant of any kind,
I do not belong
Either to the patient Indian men,
Nor to the Pakistani
Whose fathers helped in
Paving roads for the underground
That connects the lanes of London,
I did not study or lived there
Except in the summer time.
Yet loving the English meadows
Larks and nightingales
And the other birds
That marvellously garnish
springs, rivers,
Woods and lakes,
Birds that happily fly
In its semi blue sky,
Runs like blood
In my Arabic
Passionate veins;
I am an Arab who adores
And can't live without sunshine;
Whose skin is tinted by the golden
Heat of the glorious sun
Just like the sand of the spreading
Desert of the Holy land,
Who lived under the clear sky
With its glaring moon
And twinkling stars,
I adore the sunset
By the seaside
I love the crystal clear waves
Of the Red Sea
And its true blue shade,
I am madly in love with the smell
Of Makkah’s rain when
It quenches the thirst
Of the dry soil,
Yet Wonder I
Am I in love with England,
And Why?
Why do the English hill,
The Irish rivers and springs
The Scottish countryside
Have on my spirit a splendid effect,
Some fools accuse the English
To be snobbish and racists,
But I did not see these qualities
In the majority I knew;
Look closely
At London’s million persons
Demonstration against the latest war,
And the recent Edinburgh March
You can see
What I mean;
Though East and West
Did not communicate well,
Did not go well
From ancient to modern time,
In my heart they are nicely combined
For hearts of true poets
Do not differentiate between mankind.
poem by Nadia Abduljabbar
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A different type of homework
Being a science student I attended cookery class for only one term
(3 months) in Class 8th...This poem is a small contribution for the
Cookery Class when we had to make Cookies at home and take
them to school for checking/inspection :) I have tried to make it a
funny poem :)
I was given homework to do,
a good presentation I made.
Next day I showed it too,
and all my friends admired.
My teacher came to inspect it,
and she sniffed it like a puppy.
Then she took a small bite,
chewed it and looked happy.
She took another bigger piece,
munching away and smiling.
I watched not feeling nice,
seeing my homework disappearing.
Soon she had finished it all,
I stood with my mouth agape.
My homework seems vitamins full,
that a teacher ate it with a burp?
Normal marking of assignment is to make you pass,
What of tasting and then eating your homework?
Your marking is done like this in class!
in cookery class the teacher eats your work. :)
renukakkar 28.10.2011
Copyright@2011
poem by Renu Kakkar
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12 Hours
12 hours flight from Miami to columbia,
In Search of my lover to respect my muse;
For the words of his wisdom are all over me!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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London Holds My Heart
I'd kill to see the lights of London
Out of the windows of my room
Or to gaze upon the streets of Cairo
And farther out all of the pharaohs' tombs
I'd love to see the Eiffel Tower
And the Louvre's pieces of art
But there is only one city I could stay in
For only London holds my heart
To gaze across Scottish meadows
And bask in the light of an Irish moon
To hear the street musicians of Rome
Doling out their classic tunes
I want to fall asleep at sunset
In the snug bed of an Israel inn
And sip the finest of Greek wines
And lay with Arabian silks caressing my skin
How it would be to walk the deserts of Mecca
Or bathe in the Nile river for a few nights
To wander the vast jungles of Africa
And see the exotic birds take flight
What I wouldn't give to run up the stairs of old cathedrals
In ancient cities made up of ancient art
Though there is only one city I can ever belong to
London Holds My Heart
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Miami
Written by John Mellencamp
Well I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls
Who toast their flesh in the sun
Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home
To keep up appearances to have fun
CHORUS:
Hey baby
Living in Miami
I know you're hip to those hotel alibis
I know you're nowhere near twenty
But I ain't the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies
Well they are easy to look at, they are hard to hold
They have high opinions of themselves
But at night you can find them drinking in the bar
Wishing that they could find somebody else
CHORUS
Well they pull and tug on their high fashion clothes
As they strip off their armor in their apartment bedrooms
They wish that somewhere they can find a spark
Well their sights and visions and dreams are set high
They think the world can be won with a smile
I hear 'em giggle out loud, lost in the crowd
Give me a cuddle when we get outside
CHORUS
Hey baby
Living in Miami
I know you're hip to those hotel alibis
I know you're nowhere near twenty
But I ain't the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Foreign Drunk
When you get tight in foreign lands
You never need go slinking,
No female neighbours lift their hands
And say “The brute!—he’s drinking!”
No mischief-maker runs with smiles
To give your wife a notion,
For she may be ten thousand miles
Across the bounding ocean.
Oh! I’ve been Scottish “fu” all night,
(O’er ills o’ life victorious),
And I’ve been Dutch and German tight,
And French and Dago glorious.
We saw no boa-constrictors then,
In every lady’s boa,
Though we got drunk with Antwerp men,
And woke up in Genoa!
When you get tight in foreign lands,
All foreigners are brothers—
You drink their drink and grasp their hands
And never wish for others.
Their foreign ways and foreign songs—
And girls—you take delight in:
The war-whoop that you raise belongs
To the country you get tight in.
When you get tight in a foreign port—
(Or rather bacchanalian),
You need no tongue for love or sport
Save your own good Australian.
(A girl in Naples kept me square—
Or helped me to recover—
For mortal knoweth everywhere
The language of the lover).
When you get tight in foreign parts,
With tongue and legs unstable,
They do their best, with all their hearts
And help you all they’re able.
Ah me! It was a happy year,
Though all the rest were “blanky,”
When I got drunk on lager beer,
And sobered up on “Swankey.”
poem by Henry Lawson
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