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Disgusting

I sighed and wept, then I farted
Thinking of my dear departed,
Imagine how upset I felt
That she couldn't stand the way I smelt!
I haven't had a bath for years,
But surely that's no cause for tears?
If a man can't smell like a rotting bin
What kind of world are we living in?
I reserve the right to fart at will
And burp whenever I've had my fill!
If you don't think that this is fair
You can take your posh ideas elsewhere!

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A Fart

Looking out at the beautiful night-sky filled with stars
I crossed my legs and gently farted.
I had a lot of beans with my evening meal
And I couldn't help it.
I suppose a lot of people would have thought it unacceptable,
But I simply farted.
I don't pretend to be a connossieur of art or beautiful things
But I do my best to respect what is
Considered pure and sacred.
I'm sorry that I farted, OK?

For God's sake, it was only a FART! ! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Never Wanted to Die (Tombstone Blues)

You probably think I'm a flirt,
That I'm only after a bit of your skirt -
You're wrong about that - let me explain,
There was never much pleasure in my love affairs,
No, indeed, there was plenty of pain,
I'm only attracted to girls who hurt,
And they hurt me again and again!
So if you look in my eyes
You'll see an expression of deep surprise
That you haven't punished me yet,
I haven't walked home alone and upset,
I haven't even broken down and wept
In front of you because
You are too kind,
Too sensitive,
And perhaps a little bit blind!
How strange that I should find
Someone so sympathetic,
Perhaps you'll visit my grave
And put flowers there
And mourn for me and shake your head,
Not quite convinced that I am dead,
Perhaps you'll shed a tear
And wonder why
You cannot really cry,
It's because I've used up all the tears already,
I never wanted to die.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A World Without You

As I collected, the children
from school yesterday
knowing you were far away
I wondered what I’d do
if you didn’t come home
and I had to live without you.

The thoughts were so sad
they brought tears to my eyes.
I don’t think I could go on;
I would want to live
in a world without you.
I couldn’t be that strong.

A world without you
would be an empty place.
There would be no laughter
to greet my ears
and just the very thought
brings tears to my eyes.

A world without you,
how unhappy I would be,
you fill my every moment
with love and understanding.
You make me feel safer
just knowing that you are here.

A world with out you,
I just cannot imagine that.
The thoughts are so painful.
There would be no joy
within our happy home,
and the walls would be bare.

Just thinking of it
brings tears to my eyes,
but I so happy
because you are still here
and always will be
here at my side.

6 March 1996

Author's Note:

While sorting through some old papers this week I found this poem I had written fourteen years ago. I hope you like this little discovery.

David Harris
23 May 2010

poem by David Harris
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Me And My Big Ideas

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind

It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish we'd both been more discret
Like light that it caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Well they love you when you're weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
It's that thing we call control
There's a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someone's ears
Like me and my big idea

So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go

In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover

There's no reason why
There's just me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

song performed by by Tears For Fears from Raoul & The Kings Of Spain
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Imagine the World

Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?

poem by Bouche Cousue
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Me & My Big Ideas

Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind
Go get a volunteer
Well pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind
Its a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish wed both been more discret
Like light that it caught between night and day
Youre stuck between me and my
Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind
Well they love you when youre weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
Its that thing we call control
Theres a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someones ears
Like me and my big idea
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go
In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover
Theres no reason why
Theres just me and my
Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind

song performed by by Tears For Fears
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I Imagine

i imagine
you
thinking woman

your elbow
calloused
on the table
by so much
thinking

your legs
scarred
your bottoms
bothered
by innumerable
ideas
coming out
from your
head
like the
colored
sparks
of the fourth
of July

i imagine
you sitting
on your study
a heated
chair
a burning
table

a room
crowded
with a lot
of warring
ideas

a bed
not enticing
you to sleep

i imagine
you thinking
woman

scribbling
your poems
burning
a dozen
candles

i imagine
your fury
your disappointments
your disgrace
your fall
from their
grasp

the bump
of your head
on their
shallow waters

thinking woman
be pleased
in truth

i have not
offended you

all my hairs
have decided
to fall
on the floor

and my eyes
have lost
the need
for eyelids

and be happy
we still talk
in the lines
of this
unstoppable
poetry

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nausea

imagine yourself
facing the computer the whole day
eating lunch and supper
beside it
forgetting breakfast
escaping coffee breaks
disregarding calls
and not taking any bath
at all
imagine it is a sunday
and no one's home
because they all left you
because you
are weird
imagine at night when darkness
falls like a curtain
and you left the computer on
and you become dizzy
your head aches
and there is no one to call for
imagine that this happens
that this can happen
imagine
the truth
the nausea of having too much
of that
imagine this
and tell me if i am wrong about you
shutting yourself
from the world and yet opening yourself
to another reality
one that they have not ever seen
or heard
or felt.

it is your reality and be thankful
you finally find it
at less time spent.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Farting Is Such Sweet Sorry

he couldn't help
but laugh

about his recent
encounter of the third kind

when after the kissing and the hugging
instead of the usual
bye bye

(the parting should have been ok but he..uhhumm)

he farted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Imagine

This came about because of the growing hatred level in my College

Imagine a world without anger or hate
Imagine bigotry, intolerance and racism become obsolete
Imagine a world without Heaven or Hell
Imagine a world without borders or possession
Imagine a world without hungry or murder
Imagine a world that isn't imaginary
Imagine an imaginary world materializing
Can you live without hate?
Can you live with love?
Can you live in peace?
Can you Metal Head, stand with hand with Juggalo?
Would you even let this world come to form?
Or would you let it remain an idea?

Imagine a world where we don't die waiting for care
Imagine a world where we don't kill each other for land
Imagine a world where we don't care about language
Imagine a world where we don't kill the children anymore
Can you live this way?
Would you want to?
Can you?
Would you?
Would you really?
I may be a dreamer, but I feel like the only one

poem by Electric Tripp
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The Zalonka

As you know I’m not one to fantasize,
but last night I saw a Zalonka’s eyes.
It seemed to come from out of the sky,
but please don’t ask the reason why.

You may of course think and wonder
how I recognised it as a Zalonka.
Well, I remembered it from a pictured text,
and now you want to know what’s next.

Well, with its evil green and bloodshot eyes,
like all Zalonkas’ it began to hypnotise.
I felt my feet and body rise from the ground,
and then I heard an unearthly sound.

It had transported me to Zalonkasar,
its home world on this far away star.
The unearthly sound was that of the Zabaway
that never stopped chattering night or day.

Zalonkas’ have no nose, so it cannot smell,
but they do love Zatts’ and that I could tell.
So it got me to hunt for a healthy baby Zatt,
and really there was no easier task than that.

When I caught this awfully smelling Zatt it cried,
and told me as a captive it would surely die.
Full of sorrow I untied its bonds and set it free,
which got the Zalonka most annoyed with me.

He said that I would spend the rest of my days
inside a turning wheel that dips and sways.
Unexpectedly the Zatt I released came and rescued me,
and took me to its home, a place of sanctuary.

The problem with this was its awful smell,
which made living there a living hell.
With deep regret I had to tell friend Zatt
I couldn’t stand any more of that.

However, he had a friend called Zuzazonet
who could transport me from that planet.
With his large blue green, relaxing eyes
he proceeded to talk and hypnotise.

I felt my feet and body rise from the ground,
and then I heard an earthly sound.
He had brought me back to planet Earth,
in fact to the place of my birth.

From that day I never look into strangers’ eyes,
for the fear they may try to hypnotise
and take control of my thoughts, and mind,
and leave me in a world of a different kind.

poem by Orlando Belo
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We Are Running On Reserve...(raw, For Edit/revision)

we've been together for so long...
know which route we always take...
when the rains blur our windshields
and the sun heat our seats...
we sleep atop the moon bathed hill...
on beaches with calming waves...
roamed each road we never planned to take

but never we have felt before...

we are running on reserve...
we just cannot tell...
because we are running on reserve
our ride could not end well...

we are running on reserve
we are running on reserve...
we are running on reserve...

a red light keep flashing unnoticed
each bump were too much to take
we are running on reserve
so our end, we cannot tell...

the headlights are dim,
the horns shout making us deaf
the brakes push automatically
we are running on reserve...
and we near our end

poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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Wake Up (Set Your Sights)

Let me see the sunshine. Let me feel the rain.
Let me go where I wanna go.
Well I want to smell the flowers, see the dawn again.
Find those friends I used to know.
Find those friends I used to know.
Well I spent twenty long years in a dirty old prison cell.
I never saw the light of day.
If you could understand, oh that kind of living hell.
That's the price I had to pay. Oh yeah!
That's the price I had to pay.
They say I killed a man, but I never told 'em why.
So you can guess what I've been through.
And so for twenty long years I've been thinking of that other guy
and what I saw him do to you.
What I saw him do to you.
Listen. So when tomorrow comes and I walk outside that door,
try to understand the strain.
But if you smile that smile I know I couldn't ask for more.
I know I'd do it all again. Yes I would.
I know I'd do it all again.

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Imagine-A Breast Cancer Tribute Song

Rewrite of the John Lennon classic

Imagine there's no such hell
It's easy if you try
No sickness to befall us
Only an endless blue sky
Imagine all the women free of that terror today

Imagine there's no longer a threat to our boobies
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to cry or shake for
Every woman young and old alike
Would be able to forever keep
Her own fablous two
Imagine all the women living in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us and our sisterhood will stand together as one

Imagine no body image hang-ups or obsessions
No need for dread or fear, a sisterhood of women
Imagine all the women living to see another bright day in this world

You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us and our sisterhood will stand together as one

2009 Ramona Thompson

poem by Ramona Thompson
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Unburdened.

It's not the sort of house
You'd want to go to again,
Mildred said, the smell hits
You first, the kind of smell
That climbed in your nose
And didn't leave for days.

She sipped her wine and
Sat down on the couch,
Carefully holding the glass
With her other ringed hand.

There was an unhappy
Feel About the place as
You entered in, a feel
Of neglect. She looked
At the black and white
Mat under the coffee
Table, at the books lying
There: Fashion books, art,
How to Dress for the Occasion.

We found the first child
Drowned in a bath, the hair
Was floating there on the
Water's skin. Someone sort
Of sobbed or maybe they
Didn't, seemed as though
They had. The second child
Was lying beneath a blanket
Where they'd suffocated.

That's where the main smell
Came from. She breathed in
And smelt pine air freshener
That Caser used in his house,
She wanted to smoke, pull
Out a cigarette and light up,
But didn't. The third child,
Baby really, was stiff in a cot.

Unfed, unwashed, a token of
Neglect. Someone pulled back
Curtains, light broke through
Darkness, lit up the sad scene;
Another nearby let out a cry,
The under the breath kind.

She pushed her knees together
As if about to give birth to a
Different tale, her hands played
With the glass, a finger tapped
The side. The mother was found
In a darkened room, wrists slit,
OD'd days back, slouched in a
Chair, dressed in death and black.

Had sleepless nights after, she
Said, ought to be used to, but
You never are, kind of gets
Under the radar. Caser looked
At her sitting there, her hair
Pulled in a bun, her eyes looking
Up at the Picasso print he'd bought.

She had told him at last. She had
Unburdened herself of the one
Last thing that she couldn't tell
Him at the psychiatric sessions
They'd had at his in town clinic.

Never did like Picasso, she said,
Turning away, putting down the
Glass, as of nothing more to say.

Caser watched her as she got up,
Brushed down her dress, sighed
And walked down the hall, left
His apartment, victim of the Fall.

poem by Terry Collett
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These tears of mine

Tears of mine, lover of mine
Until when shall i mourn,
Your presence which is ever absent,
I miss the days we never spent,
The kiss you never gave,
The scent i never smelt,
And the tenderness of yours,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine

I thought i touched you,
I thought i kissed you,
I thought i felt you,
It was just but a dream,
I miss you so,
These are the tears of mine

My nights are desolate,
My bed is empty,
My hands are damp,
My lips so dry,
Rescue me oh my love,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine

I see myself,
I imagine,
I cogitate,
Then i cry

Yes come to me,
Yes set me free,
My cheeks are wet,
I miss you so,
These tears of mine

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you will join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you will join us
And the world will live as one

song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Hold On

Today you came by to tell me you are leaving me
And to say that the love
And all that we knew had just drifted away
And i look in your eyes
And i couldn't bear the pain i felt inside of my heart
To think that i'm gonna be lonely again
And if ever you go then i know at a glance
I don't stand a chance
Hold on to my love i'm nothing
And i can't get along without you
You're the light of my life
And no living without your love
It's so hard to believe that you're going away
Couldn't make me feel so down
'cause i know that from this moment on i won't have you around
And if ever you go then i know at a glance
That won't stand a chance
Hold on to my love i'm nothing
And i can't get along without you
You're the light of my life
And no living without your love
Oh oh baby
Nobody's taking your place
But for you , but for me
Our love would live on for the whole world to see
So hold on to my love , i'm nothing
And i can't get along without you
You're the light of my life
And no living without your love
(repeat last verse 2 times and fade out )

song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Song of Quoodle

They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.

They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.

The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.

The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.

poem by G.K. Chesterton
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The Green Thicket

All in a green thicket I heard a bird sing,
And blithe though his song was it made the tears spring,
To hear a bird sing as he swung on his spray,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.

All in a green thicket his song it did pour
That told of the Springs that shall come nevermore,
That sang of sweet blossoms, now faded and dry,
All in a green thicket in Aprils gone by.

All in a green thicket that morning in Spring,
I smelt the sharp scent of each young growing thing,
I smelt the sweet herbage all drowned with the dew,
And the time that's gone from me was with me anew.

All in a green thicket at break of the day
It was like the dear voice of a friend far away,
It was like the kind touch of a hand that I know,
And the smile and the tears of dead Aprils ago,

All in a green thicket one morning in Spring,
For to smell the young woodland and hear the bird sing,
Oh, long did I loiter and dream by the way,
All in a green thicket at break of the day.

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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