1. Clothesline
at the clothesline
is hung the fun
of the whole family
when heaven
affords a blessing -
a breeze -
the clothesline
leads the way
for the whole family
to strut, boggie
sister's lace shawl
goes up in a straight line
turns hand of wind
flutters up, down
a choreographer
pointing out
the way to swing
with hands, legs
and enviable physique
brother's new jeans
well, like him refuses to
go unnoticed
though pegged -
as is mom controlled -
left, right, right, left
the leggy pant turns
one leg ultimately gets
stucked to the line
if only they have
taken off the tack
it (the pant) would have
flown right next door, into
the heart of his fancied girl
dad's tie does a non stop
flight, like his inspired mind
never at a moment, stops working
mom's long skirt, it swings
in the most gracious fashion
as if it owns the whole field
and the bras, wow,
do they look obscene?
not at all, innocently, they fly
a ballet dancer's frilly skirt twirls
granny too joins
in the fiesta of colours,
shape and style
her blouse with
its heavy pads
maintains an edge like her
firm, strong and
unperturbed by the
thermal circus going round her
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Clotheslines dont do clothes
clothesline does
not do clothes
here is hung the fun
of the whole family
when heaven
affords a blessing,
a breeze -
the clothesline
opens the way
for the whole family
to strut, boggie
sister's lace shawl
goes up in a straight line
turns hand of wind
flutters up, down
a choreographer showing
the way to swing
with hands, legs
and enviable physique
brother's new jeans
well, like him refuses to
go unnoticed
though pegged -
as is mom controlled -
left, right, right, left
the leggy pant turns
one leg ultimately got stucked to the line
if only they have taken off the tack
it (the pant) would have flown
right next door, into the heart of his fancied girl
dad's tie does a non stop
flight, like his inspired mind
never at a moment, stops working
mom's long skirt, it swings
in the most gracious fashion
as if it owns the whole field
and the bras, wow, do they look obscene?
not at all, innocently, they fly
a ballet dancer's frilly skirt twirls
granny too joins in the fiesta
of colours, shape and style
her blouse with its heavy pads
maintain an edge like her
without giving way to the wind
it hardly even tilts
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rupert
Rupert:
Sey yuh waan know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Sey yuh waan know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Verse 1:
Mi get up dis mawning
Sey mi nah ga a nuh work
Put on a pants and a likkle pretty shirt
Yow burn steel wi a go mek a gal splurt
Me hear a man start lick out alert
People dead! Me sey who? - Rupert
Mi go over deh a mi go see him inna dirt
Di way how me bex, mi sey everybody hurt
Mi a di fus' man sey, nuh mek di jeep splurt
A man draw fi a stone outta di dirt
And sey A obstacle must get hurt
Boop an lick a girl in har skirt
Mi hear she shout out Blouse and skirt
Dem deh time blood a decorate di skirt
Rupert:
Sey you waa know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Sey yuh waa know Rupert
Blouse and skirt
Verse 2:
Bop! Bop! shot start fire
A man sey "Hombre come we retire"
Shines say "no man, puncture di tire"
Yeah! Yuh go dweet, cause yuh a Bag-A-Wire
Bop!Bop! more shot start pop
"What is a uzi dat, no is a glock"
Yow! Stop yuh noise man, a chat you love chat?
See smoke deh, a tear gas
Tek yuh sheet dem, move di mattras
Lock di door from di bottom to di top
Mi did wake but mi gone sleep back
Mi naw go out deh fi get nuh gun shot -
Rupert:
Suh yuh nuh know Rupert, alright
Blouse and skirt
Verse 3:
Mi a go tell yuh how di youth get hurt
Him sey him eat till him belly did a run
So him wake up and go do-do Over di burial ground
So a come him a come See a jeep and go run
Bow! an dem shoot him dung
A man started to talk whey did dumb
Three couple man jump a fence Whey dem
Nobody know dem nuh waa get gun dung
Rupert:
Sey yuh know Rupert
Blouse and Skirt
Repeat
Verse 4:
As him a come di door lock An look how long it did open
yet him inna line, thru dem start back voting
Look how much time poor people heart been broken
Long time dem a dweet dem fi stop di joking
Mine what yuh drinking, Mine what yuh smoking
Life worth living don't tek it fi joke ting
Yuh nuh see poker box, stop pay out token
Rupert:
Sey yuh nuh know Rupert
Blouse and Skirt
Verse 5:
Learn if yuh white an yuh can learn if yuh black
God give yuh breath and him can tek it whey back
Wrong yuh doing, a full time yuh fi stop
Shot a kill people more than how dem have heart-a-tack
Mi sey mek some more way and dem set some more trap
A good thing mi find out sey ants falla fat
Mi nuh drink outta dem glass Mi nuh eat outta dem pot
Sey dem bright like a bulb But dem dunce like a bat (So whey
Smaddy get shot - Rupert
song performed by by Zebra
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The End Of The Family Line
With no complications
Fifteen generations
(of mine)
All honouring nature
Until i arrive
(with incredible style)
I'm the end of the line
The end of the family line
The end of the line
No baby pulled screaming
Out into this seething whirl
By chance or whim
(or even love ?)
Our family tree hacked into decline
And i'm spared the pain
Of ever saying
("goodbye")
I'm the end of the line
The end of the family line
The end of the line
The decision is mine
The end of the family line
The end of the line
I'm the end of the line
The end of the family line
The end of the ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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The Clothesline
talking about incisive mind;
my life's laid bare
on my clothesline
right under the sun
if noosy neighbour
really knows where to read it.
our laughters and moods
trail with the frills, shades
pastels, chiffons
a myriad shapely wear
that dance in the morning breeze;
a party in the open.
the butterflies and bees
lose out to their allure;
a cartoonist's inner world
at work as we figure
all the characters
in the wear
trooping through
the avenue with their
infectious laughters.
in the dawn of a new season
how the shapes have changed,
and the colours
fly away like autumn.
the dull colours!
the dull colours!
how they invade my
clothesline, my life.
the falling leaves!
the falling crown!
how everything start
giving up on each other
split, broken, trail
with the wind!
the void! the void!
Right in this warm
blooded creature!
So cold the days
finally become...
my clothesline,
the delicate theatre
of my life
that trails with the wind
day in and day out.
if only the noosy neighbour
know where to read
all my secrets;
they dance in the winds...
each morning....
when the sun is bright
and the wind blowing....
this morning i watch
with witheld tears alone
knowing full well
some shirts will
never return to the line.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Like Your Style
[kool keith]
Hey girl, swing it over here with your long legs
Let the master work, let the master flirt
Yes, you look good in that mini-skirt
I gotta tell ya, sweet and i can smell ya
Mmmm, what you wearin, liz claiborne?
Giorgio, or that other stuff avon?
You walk away, but love, i still follow you
And if i had a chance, i may swallow you
Chew you like doublemint, gum like spearmint
Juicy fruit, i'm a real live brother
Respectable man, talkin to you undercover
Watch, look, i like the way you smile
Yeah baby, i like your style
Chorus: {*singers*}
I like your style (so baby let me tell you)
I like your style (i really really want you)
Girl i like your style, the way you wear your smile
I like your style
Everytime i get with you you seem to blow my mind
I like your style
[ced gee]
Yo listen baby
It takes more than a boomin system
To turn my head, make me flip and listen
You gotta know how to walk, you gotta know how to talk
You gotta know how to stand, you gotta know how to smile
You gotta know how to wiggle, you gotta know how to move
Just to catch my attention
Now after that you gotta have a personality
I'm talkin class, not a skeezer's mentality
Know when to wear your jeans, how to wear your jeans
And where to tear your jeans, and when to keep the jeans
Hangin in the closet
And when it's time to wear a fly silk dress
You wear it well - i like your style
Chorus
[kool keith]
You cold mack at the clubs with your girlfriends
You ain't lookin for games or no boyfriends
A kid tryin to kick the dil-deally line
A fake rap or two, a hillbilly line
I get smooth and offer you a big drink
I like the way, you're pumpin in hot pink
Italian, black, you could be puerto rican
Yo give me your number, i'ma call you on the weekend
You got a head on your shoulders, plus i like that
You ain't no dummy no fool, i still like that
Style, body, you're perfectly fine
Remember kool keith, the man worth the while
Yeah, i like your style
Chorus
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother
He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - Housemartins
The road is long
With many winding turns,
That leads us to
Who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to care
Ah, He ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he,
To where, we'll get there
But I know
He will not uncomfort me
Ah, He ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
The road is long
With many winding turns
That leads us to,
Who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong,
Strong enough to care
Ah, he ain't heavy
Cause, he's my brother
When the going gets rough,
I've got a brother
When the going gets tough,
I've got a friend
Ah, you must call me
Yeah, yeah
All you must call me
He, he's my brother
He's my brother
song performed by by Housemartins
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Circus
Little man with his eyes on fire
And his smile so bright.
In his hands are the toys you gave
To fill his heart with delight.
And in the ring stands a circus clown
Holding up a knife.
What you see and what you will hear
Will last you for the rest of your life.
And its sad, so sad,
There aint no easy way round.
And its sad, so sad,
All you friends gather round
cause the circus left town.
Little man with his heart so pure
And his love so fine.
Stick with me and Ill ride with you
Till the end of the line.
Hold my hand and Ill walk with you
Through the darkest night.
When I smile Ill be thinking of you
And every little thing will be all right.
Chorus
Chorus
The circus left town, left town.
The circus left town, left town.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Cataract Operation
The sun comes like a head
through last night's turtleneck.
A pigeon in the yard turns tail
and offers me a card. Any card.
From pillar to post, a pantomime
of damp, forgotten washing
on the washing line.
So, in the breeze:
the olé of a crimson towel.
the cancan of a ra ra skirt,
the monkey business of a shirt
pegged only by its sleeve,
the cheerio
of a handkerchief.
I drop the blind
but not before a company
of half a dozen hens
struts through the gate,
looks round the courtyard
for a contact lens.
poem by Simon Armitage
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Brother & Sister
When I was young
I would scream blue murder
Till I had my own way
Run from the family
And tell of a story to spite my elders
Round and round, the boy
In the garden of lies and science fiction
Brother and sister and father of mine
Keep us together and keep us in line
A lot we depend on a lot we can do
Send love to mother Ill be good to you
To pollute the mind of a minor
The only escape from the rigours of life
Pretend were a family and believe
In the virtues of truth
Round and round, caught up
In a garden of lies and deception
Brother and sister and father of mine
Keep us together and keep us in line
A lot we depend on a lot we can do
Send love to mother Ill be good to you
Round and round and round and round
song performed by by Erasure
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Tiny Dancer
tiny dancer, dance for me
take away every dream and memory
trick me into believing everything is fine
dance til this rain turns to sunshine
as i watch you in my hand
...heal with with your beautiful dance
tiny dancer take me away
show me the way with your ballet
dance until my heart stops bleeding
kiss these wounds so they'll stop leaking
......now shes in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
she dances with her heart and soul just so i can stand
poem by Tanesha Davenport
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Brother And Sister
When I was young
I would scream blue murder
Till I had my own way
Run from the family
And tell of a story to spite my elders
Round and round, the boy
In the garden of lies and science fiction
Brother and sister and father of mine
Keep us together and keep us in line
Alot we depend on alot we can do
Send love to mother I'll be good to you
To pollute the mind of a minor
The only escape from the rigours of life
Pretend we're a family and believe
In the virtues of truth
Round and round, caught up
In a garden of lies and deception
Brother and sister and father of mine
Keep us together and keep us in line
Alot we depend on alot we can do
Send love to mother I'll be good to you
Round and round and round and round
song performed by by Erasure
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Swing It
(jon-jon/babyface/r.phillips)
Oh yeah
Hey hey
I wanna know, do you have style?
The kind of style that makes a woman want to lose her mind
And I wanna know when you make it worth my time
Will it be like all the rest wont give you best, just fall behind
coz I wanna know what turns you on
And you keep the loving strong
coz with me you dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Theres not a thing that I wont do
Once I find a man that gives me love its kind of cool
Take any night by candlelight
I wanna be to you the one you never had before
coz I wanna know what turns you on
And you keep the loving strong
coz with me you dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, come on
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
coz I wanna know what turns you on
Oh baby, keep it strong
You dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Come on baby
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Do you, do you
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Do you
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Do you swing it
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Swing it, swing it, swing it
You can do it
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Cirque D'Hiver
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy,
fit for a king of several centuries back.
A little circus horse with real white hair.
His eyes are glossy black.
He bears a little dancer on his back.
She stands upon her toes and turns and turns.
A slanting spray of artificial roses
is stitched across her skirt and tinsel bodice.
Above her head she poses
another spray of artificial roses.
His mane and tail are straight from Chirico.
He has a formal, melancholy soul.
He feels her pink toes dangle toward his back
along the little pole
that pierces both her body and her soul
and goes through his, and reappears below,
under his belly, as a big tin key.
He canters three steps, then he makes a bow,
canters again, bows on one knee,
canters, then clicks and stops, and looks at me.
The dancer, by this time, has turned her back.
He is the more intelligent by far.
Facing each other rather desperately—
his eye is like a star—
we stare and say, "Well, we have come this far."
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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the ballet dancer
twirls and swirls
turns my world around
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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He Aint Heavy, Hes My Brother
The road is long, with many a winding turns
That leads us to who knows where,
Who know where
But Im strong, strong enough to carry him
He aint heavy, hes my brother
So on we go, his welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bare, well get there
For I know he would not encumber me
He aint heavy, hes my brother
If Im laden at all, Im laden with sadness
That everyones heart isnt filled with gladness
Of love for one another
Its a long, long road from which there is no return
While were on our way to there, why not share
And the load, it doesnt weigh me down at all
Hes my brother, hes my brother
song performed by by Cher
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Spring breeze
his new shirt flutters
at the clothesline
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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One Leg Anne and the Kid
Anne poked Monica
the girl with burn scars
with one of her crutches
and said
Scam scar face
me and the skinny kid
want to be alone
and Monica moved off
and said
I'm going to tell
Sister Bridget about you
Anne indicated for you
to sit in one of the chairs
on the lawn
and said to Monica
Go tell her then
and kiss her arse
while you're there
and Monica went off
and Anne eased herself
down into the other chair
and laid her crutches
against the round table
Well Kid how's it going?
All right
you replied
Just all right?
aren't you blown away
and isn't your heart faster
on my approach?
she laughed
and stared at you
Well?
she said
after a few moments
of silence
Did you manage
to bum me a smoke?
you fumbled
in your shirt pocket
and pulled out
a cigarette slightly bent
Well done you
Skinny Boy
and she took the cigarette
and put it in the pocket
of her cardigan and said
I'll have that later
when I'm in the john
having a pee
What if someone sees you?
you asked
What in the john?
I hope there'll be
no one in the john
with me
well unless you want to come
you're quite welcome
No
you said looking at
her straight black hair
and her dark eyes
and the one leg
sticking out
from her red skirt
she saw you staring
at her leg and said
I think you've fallen in love
with my lone leg
and she lifted her skirt
and revealed the leg stump
coming a little way
from her panty line
Have a good look Kid
and she laughed
and pulled your left hand
onto the stump
and held it there
and you sensed
the warmth and softness
and when she released
your hand you seemed
to take the impression
of the leg stump
on your palm and fingers
and odd
that years after that
that impression
like some ghost
still lingers.
poem by Terry Collett
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Clearing The Mind
bored, nothing to do
walk the streets
the world would give you
a treat here lavishing you a tale
of the most imaginative kind
flowers, stilletos, skirts, flashy cars,
designer coffee fragrances,
women talking in musculine voices,
mad men speaking to oneselves,
fortune tellers trying to reveal
heaven's secrets to ambitious clients
this life and even the next and butterflies
of night that flutter among neonlights
settling on anything that smells dollars and cents
visuals and a heart thrown in
for you to taste their twist and turn
it could be as simple as
an evening stroll of a sultry indian woman
who for a moment thinks herself an aswarya rai,
in her long blue floral skirt
the first time she has worn
it carries her or rather she carries it so well
you forget yourself as she sails down
the channel of your heart with
extraordinary verve and grace
a loose fitting casual blouse, julia roberts' hair
clearing the slightest jaded piece of the mind
a wondrous creature
who feels so good
about herself - a fountain of spring -
you cannot help being drawn into her paradise
smiles amid lean physique that accentuate
the edges the male mind feeds on to survive
twists and turns
that loosen the knots
in the heart, clear the lens in the mind
and oil the nerves for a bout of inspired verses
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I see these guys, they throw a guy into the ropes and they do a back flip and then clothesline the guy and it looks stupid. Why don't you just clothesline the guy?
Oh, Brother
Im not much for making little wishes
But Id like a little wish to come true for you
Im not talking about loaves and fishes
But I wish that there was something I could do for you
Heres a little bit of cheap advice
To be taken in an hour of need
Dont assume that the life you left
Is the life you have to lead
(chorus)
When you come home what you gonna do
Oh brother, oh brother
Dont you try to deny
What you know to be true
The same mess of misery that you done been through
Standing in line
And its waiting for you
One kiss leads to another
Brother when you come back home
Id like to know whos knocking on door
Id like to know what they come here for
Youd like to say no
But the words wont come
Come in and sit down, seem to roll off your tongue
You forget to remember, to never die young
One kiss leads to another
Brother when you come back home
Standing in line, all of your friends
Standing in line, party never ends
Standing in line, the river flows, the river bends
Standing in line, all of your friends
- chorus -
And that moon will be
Shining in the trees
All night long
Something bound to happen for sure
Soon youll be
Stopping by talking to a friend again
Swear you aint never tasted nothing so pure
- chorus -
When you come home, your friends are dropping by
When you come home, the moon is gonna shine
When you come home, I tell you no lie
When you come home, theyre gonna offer you a line
Standing in line, all of your friends
Standing in line, party never ends now
Standing in line, the river flows, the river bends
Standing in line, all your so called friends
Standing in line, when you come home
Standing in line, oh brother, oh brother now
Standing in line, when you come home
Standing in line, what youre gonna do now
Standing in line...
song performed by by James Taylor
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