What Suits Me May Not Suit You
The bubbles in my pink champagne
Add to my air of gaiety.
I have no reason to complain.
The bubbles in my pink champagne
Remind me that I must retain
My place in high society
The bubbles in my pink champagne
add to my air of gaiety.
I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale
as any Englishman would do
I do not doubt that’s true for you
Because I have no reason to
But I prefer good honest ale
I do not doubt that’s true for you
But I prefer good honest ale.
Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.
So I accord your due respect.
Each to their own I must accept
I have to say I don’t expect
To change established precedent.
Each to their own I must accept
Taste leaves little room for argument.
(31 August 2011)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Lady in Pink
Me thinks
Pink is her favorite color
In which, she is
So elegantly dressed.
She is the grand dame, in
Pink Sweater,
Pink skirt,
Pink coat,
Pink hose,
Pale shoes
And pink pearls clipped in her
Perfectly coifed
Champagne colored hair
And diamonds in her smile.
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Champagne Si, Agua No
Folks, gull reef regrets the water shortage.
Wild night out there!
Water in the sea, water from the sky, no water in the club,
But while the pump gets repaired, lets live!
If the water cant flow, the wine can!
Champagne party in the lobby!
Champagne si, agua no
Let it rain, let it blow
To hell with the h2o
Champagne si, agua no
The gull reef clubs not too ship shape
Time for a party time for a break
Tonight all our troubles will soon disappear
Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si, agua no
A toast to the french who gave us these bubbles
A toast to your host who stands in this rubble
Running this hotel is no piece of cake
So cut me some slack people give me a break
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si,agua no
A toast to columbus, arawaks and caribs
To pirates and patriots, rascals and thieves,
The limbo, the cha cha and what we love most
A free champagne party put on by our host
Champagne si, agua no
Champagne si, agua no
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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this summer she wears her pink kimono
and she will walk under the pink blossoms of the pink sakura
she will carry a pink umbrella
and she will cross the pink bridge of kokoma
pink leaves on her feet
pink fingernails on her pink wooden shoes
in honor of her love
that never bloomed to complete red
she will sit on a pink bench
praying for pink clouds to drift
on the pink skies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sacred Bubbles
Why do I need
a bottle of
champagne
when I can have
sips of tears
made of
sacred bubbles
derived from
undisputed
conqueror
of my heart
Our tears
could be
the finest
champagne
on earth
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Pink Pink
pink pink
Confirmed that it was armed
pink pink
Was right to be alarmed
pink pink
Ensured that nought was harmed
pnk pink
Steady hand and mind
pink pink
Micro-chip designed
pink pink
The password was declined
pink pink
Another course to take
pink pink
Caution not to shake
pink pink
Captivity a mistake
pink pink
Beads upon the brow
pink pink
Experience the how
pink pink
No chance to turn back now
pink pink
Be certain not to slip
pink pink
One last wire to snip
pink pink
Two hearts that skip a beat
penk penk
The sound that gives a lift
penk penk
Time to collect the gift
penk penk
The robbery will be swift
poem by Chris Dawson
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Dump The Good
Dump the good and accept the bad
Reject the happiness and always feel sad
Accept the foes and reject the friends
Push the realities and accept the end
Call day a night
Wrong a right
No peace but fight
Wish a barren sight
No God but only devil
Worship and pray only evil
No heart but nice to feel
Aim at and wish to steal
Respect to none and care for one
Self only one and rest all gone
Rule the world and create one fold
Try to look young despite being old
Stay behind and reap the harvest
Wish the sun to rise from west
Think not good and expect the best
Live on fate, sleep and rest
Prefer the own and listen to at night
See it blurred even with good sight
Look not at and present as you are keen
You will be then successfully seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Not Good Enough
I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH
I am not good enough.
I will never be good enough.
I will die not having been good enough,
And the world will go on
Without my name
My memory
My immortality
My place among mankind’s true creators.
I have not been good enough
I will never be good enough
I have had enough evidence
And lived long enough
To know this.
Why then can I not be wise
And accept it?
Why must I try to the end
To be what I will never be?
God Who has given me so much
Has not given me this
I should simply accept it..
But I do not and cannot…
So I write this.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A man with a pink umbrella
Pink day
Pink hedge
Pink porch
Pink balcony
Pink woman
Pink ghost on a pink road!
Pink door
Pink hello
Pink dream
Pink sparrow
Pink night
poem by Framarz Bagheri
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Being plus is the strength
Be good to the good;
Be good to the bad too.
Goodness has strength.
Be honest to the honest;
Be honest to the dishonest too.
Honesty has strength.
Be true to the true one;
Be true to the untrue one too.
Truth has strength.
Be just to the just one;
Be just to others too.
Being just has strength.
Be in love with the one loving;
Be in love with one ignoring.
Love has strength.
Be positive in action;
It generates strength.
It promotes health.
13.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Choices
i prefer smooth peanut butter
to crunchy
mind you
crunchy is all right
but i prefer smooth.
i prefer strawberry jam
to raspberry
mind you
raspberry is tasty
but it's got all those seeds
and i prefer strawberry.
i prefer mustard
to mayonaisse
mind you mayonaisse has it's place
amongst condiments
but is likely to go bad
if left out to long
and poison everyone
so on the whole i prefer mustard.
i prefer cooked meat
to raw meat
for much the same reason
as i prefer mustard to mayonaisse
although it also has to do
with the fact that i don't
like my meat to bleat
or moo or make chicken noises (BAGOCK!)
when i eat
so i tend to avoid the raw
though mind you
the meat that i prefer
may at some time have been raw.
i prefer not to say
why i think so
but i do
and i suppose it's all
just a matter of taste
so if you'd prefer to think so
then crunchy is better
than smooth
even if it does interfere
with the texture of the
peanut butter
and jelly (strawberry) sandwich
which ought to be somewhat
devoid of substance
merely a sticky sweet something
to fill your stomach
put mayonaisse on it
if you like
i'd prefer not to think about it.
poem by Laura Sewell
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The Pink Room
When you get to the pink room
do not forget to leave her
a rose.
I want her to know
we have remembered the pink room,
I want her to remember me.
I dreamt of the pink room last
night, of a time when it kept me safe,
a time when it kept her safe.
The pink room is hidden from view
now, has been stripped bare of the
lilac, the silver - someone
I will never know has carelessly
splashed blue paint over my memories.
If you should go to the pink room,
you know you will see me there.
I never could leave the pink room -
remember to leave me a rose.
poem by Morney Wilson
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Give Me A Reason
Well we change from one extreme to another
Can you help me with my shame
I didnt mean to when I kicked and punched
From nowhere this demon came
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
I only meant to wipe away the cries
With the softness of my hand
I didnt mean to break the tie
Im after all a family man
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
Give me the reason
Give me a reason
I am the master of this house
Dont try to run away
I tried the same things at your age
And I was also made to pay
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Mister patience and misses alike
Upon and throughout the land
A lot of attention
With a heap of affection
Wouldnt go astray
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
This is the reason, one of the reasons
I am the reason so Ive got only myself to blame
I am the reason so Ive got no-one else to blame
song performed by by Madness
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If Annoyed Beyond Reason
Imposing one's opinions and beliefs,
To enforce upon others without a giving of relief...
Does not leave those impressed,
By something done by another that is wished...
They were prepared to accept as being agreeable,
Or reject as upsetting.
Before such imposition happens,
To soar to heights that leaves a negative taste.
But wait!
There's more.
Some people honestly believe,
Their activities interpretated by some as being obnoxious...
Is a way they can prove,
Not only do they wish others accept their nonsense...
As a thinking process that is correct,
But also is the best from them anyone can get.
Even if others are left annoyed beyond reason and/or explanation,
That affords them an opportunity to express the presence of doubt.
'Why aren't you accepting MY beliefs? '
~Maybe it is because I am comfortable with my own.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crack Hitler
Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne
Hes the one, no doubt
Walkin on a tightrope
Hes the one, no doubt
Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin in the sheets
And on the streets
In the heart of every stranger
Here he comes, look out
Teach the world a lesson
Here he comes, look out
Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin by the roll of the dice
Reachin up to the top
Were dependin on you
Reachin up to the top
In regards to
My usage of the drug...
It modified my personality
To the extent that I was
Highly irritable
I was like a crack hitler
Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up
Ooh..ahh..
Look out
song performed by by Faith No More
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I Am Only, Your Pet Pig
Yet, i am an honest one..i am pink,
i have wings, i can fly..i do eat the roses,
you frown...when i find a pearl, a pink one..
you do more than pay me in smiles of your praise.
You, ..you oinks pink, to the world, rolls over and winks..and cries...
poem by Is It Poetry
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Pink
A blush of pink:
She'd caught a roving eye -
He gave a wink.
Her smile had played a shy
And quaint florescence;
The siren of pubescence
Drew him in.
She bade him touch her hair,
Suggesting that he dare
To kiss her pulsing lips!
E'er the fool a man, he did:
The drips of blood began to cheer -
And so, another rid:
Tips of fangs are sharp, you know -
Dancing ivory feeds her soul -
See her claim a howl upon a chilling wind!
Slain, he lay across a crimson floor:
She grinned in her repletion.
A blush of pink;
Beneath a glowering sky
Her savoured drink
Was done.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Do You Want To Play?
Met her on a friday afternoon
In a neon dayglo pink
Chiffon satin room
She never looked back
She always looked good
Dressed in black
And she says oh
Do you want to play?
She lived beneath the
Disco discount store
With pictures of Randy Newman
Scattered all across the floor
I said "This place
Looks sort of desolate"
She said
"Are you only half alive?
Or have you simply always
Been this inarticulate?"
Oh
Do you want to play?
Don't think too hard
Don't think too fast
Don't ever try and say
What you can't take back
Don't try and comprehend
What you can't understand
Beneath the disco daylight
Neon crystal chandeleir
Pink champagne deity
I said "Take it back
Take it back
Take it back"
Oh
Do you want to play?
Oh
Do you want to play?
song performed by by Jewel from This Way
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Pink
Pink handkerchief
'Pink' username
Pink bag
Pink eyeglasses
Pink earrings
A girl in all-pink walking
A girl in all-pink talking
A girl in all-pink eating
A girl in all-pink hurting
A girl in all-pink crying
But a girl in all-pink, dazzling
A boy in a pink t-shirt, bedazzled
by a girl in all-pink
A girl with a Pink Soul.
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Pink Clouds Never Rain
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.
I have only seen a magenta bolt of lightening try to strike my heart, and
Aqua tears trickling from my dazzled misty eyes, down my
Flushed and lonesome cheek, though
I have never see a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have seen spotted purple snakes crawling up my bedroom walls, and
Transparent bubbles filled with dreams floating before my very eyes, though,
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, though
I have seen a reddish sun cast shadows down upon a tortuous, rippling river;
I have seen tears cascading down a sloping hill, and
Gulls flapping their gentle, feathered wings atop some cragged cliffs, although
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have heard eerie and commanding thoughts and voices
That no one else could hear.
I have had disturbing, stabbing thoughts that have injured me inside, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although
I have slid down an icy mountainside on a very sunny night.
I have wept a sea of deep blue and purple tears, though
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before.
I have never heard thunder clap behind a rosy cloud, or seen
Tears fall from heaven or have heard angels singing.
I have had morbid thoughts of loss, death and suicide,
While thunder clapped, and
These pink clouds could not rain.
Perhaps someday I shall see a pink cloud rain upon a
Magnificent world, which I have created for myself,
Where tall green and golden reeds are surrounded by swirling water pools, and
A hallucinogenic sun sets behind high and mighty mountains-
And there, people would be trustworthy and true to heart.
No, I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, although,
I have seen almost everything there is to see-
Some good sights and some bad-
I have heard some screaming voices echo in my mind, although,
Some quiet ones as well.
I have seen some orange and, pinkish sunsets, and mirages in
The fortress of my own mind, however-
I have never seen a pink cloud rain before, and
I have never seen a pink cloud weep before….
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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