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First Encounter - Munir Majid

something doesnt
change much - the talcum
powdered face

first met at an interview at NST early 1981. He must have been in his 30s. Looks like you cant do away with old habits... like you just dab yourself with talcum powder after a bath, and getting ready for work.

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Gunpowder

Warmonger's fiancee
By mistake
Used as Talcum powder!

*[The scope of Moammar Gadhafi's control was whittled away Wednesday as major Libyan cities and towns closer to the capital fell to the rebellion against his rule]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Reflection On Babies

A bit of talcum
Is always walcum.

poem by Ogden Nash
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At The Airport Lounge

All the trappings dropped
Some pretensions still clinging
I stand
At the crossroads
Of life's intersecting paths
Busy passers-by engrossed
In routine businesses
Walk hand in hand
Hands across shoulders
Endlessly with eyes closed
Their faces with sprinkled
Talcum powder and pantomime paint...

I stand
Feet straddled

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Favourite smells

Freshly cut grass
home made bread
sweetness of jam and honey
just washed sheets on the bed.
Tarmac being laid on the road
Brylcream on my fathers hair
the aroma from coffee
leather of a brand new sofa or chair.
Talcum powder on a baby's body
smell coming from a flower
the pages of old and new books
and the air after a heavy shower.
Scent that was worn by my mother
the aroma of a Sunday roast
candy floss at the fair
and Cheddar Cheese on toast.
Just some of my favourite smells
aromas that just make me feel good
as they can evoke moments in time
and take me back to my own childhood.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Rany Scouse Git

By micky dolenz
Shes a wonderful lady
And shes mine all mine
And there doesnt seem a way
That she wont come and lose my mind.
Its too easy humming songs
To a girl in yellow dress
Its been a long time since the party
And the room is in a mess.
The four kings of e.m.i.
Are sitting stately on the floor
There are birds out on the sidewalk
And a valet at the door.
He reminds me of a penguin
With few and plastered hair,
Theres talcum powder on the letter
And the birthday boy is there.
Why dont you cut your hair?
Why dont you live up there?
Why dont you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?
Now theyve darkened all the windows
And the seats are naugh-a-hyde.
Ive been waiting for an hour,
I cant find a place to hide.
The being known as wonder girl
Is speaking I believe.
Its not easy tryin to tell her
That I shortly have to leave.
Why dont you be like me?
Why dont you stop and see?
Why dont you hate who I hate,
Kill who I kill to be free.
[progressive scat vocals]
Why dont you cut your hair?
Why dont you live up there?
Why dont you do what I do,
See what I feel when I care?
Why dont you be like me?
Why dont you stop and see?
Why dont you hate who I hate,
Kill who I kill to be free.

song performed by by Monkees
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Thoughts Memorized

Made up face
With 'Remy' talcum powder
Smiling with a smile
Cleansed with Colgate..
But just changed for heart's curiosity
To Ponds and Pamolive
Brushing with Binaca and Forhans..
Playful choices to changes all
Fascinated fancy onto a fantasy
A season of cousins and kids
Sweet thoughts memorized..

Aged mind but matured
In a high-style-masquerade
Musing erudite thoughts
On frequencies of happy journyes
A habitual hobby of the gray
To shrines near and far
Pleasant memory mine traverses
Farther to that Lord of Batu caves
An awaiting wish of yet another chance
Sweet thoughts memorized..

But why sweet thoughts alone...?
Pricking bitter recalls
Themselves stay on to haunt
Like hovering my unhappy heart
Lamenting the loss of two poems
In frail search over and over
Shaded in my domesticity
Numbered nineteen and twenty
Lost somewhere beyond my ken
Bitter thoughts memorized..

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Old Habits Die Hard

(graham lyle / terry britten)
Its my decision
You look my way
With innocent expression
Just as if to say
It would be easy
The mood is right
Forget for just one moment
Who we are tonight
I start
To weaken the musics strong
My conscience speaks, I know its wrong
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Temptation makes a fool out of us all
I made my mind up
It had to end
So why this indecision?
When youre close again
Oh, the thoughts appealing
I cant deny
With those old memories stealing
Back across my mind
I thought by now that the flame had gone
I realise that Im still holding on
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Temptation makes a fool out of us all, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ill just keep holding on
Its easier said than done
(old habits die hard)
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday, no
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard
Give it up
Remember what you said
This kind of loving doesnt happen everyday
Give it up
Thats the way it starts
Discover old habits die hard

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Mademoiselle From Armentières

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières,
She hasn't been kissed in forty years,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
She had the form like the back of a hack,
When she cried the tears ran down her back,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
She never could hold the love of man
'Cause she took her baths in a talcum can,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
She had four chins, her knees would knock,
And her face would stop a cuckoo clock,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
She could beg a franc, a drink, a meal,
But it wasn't because of sex appeal,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
She could guzzle a barrel of sour wine,
And eat a hog without peeling the rind,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

The MPS think they won the war, Parley-voo.
The MPS think they won the war, Parley-voo.
The MPS think they won the war,
Standing guard at the café door,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

The officers get the pie and cake, Parley-voo.
The officers get the pie and cake, Parley-voo.
The officers get the pie and cake,
And all we get is the bellyache,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.
The sergeant ought to take a bath, Parley-voo.
The sergeant ought to take a bath, Parley-voo.
If he changes his underwear
The frogs will give him the Croix-de-Guerre,
Hinky-dinky, parley-voo.

You might forget the gas and shells, Parley-voo.
You might forget the gas and shells, Parley-voo.
You might forget the groans and yells
But you'll never forget the mademoiselles,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Mademoiselle from Armentières, Parley-voo?
Just blow your nose, and dry your tears,
We'll all be back in a few short years,
Hinky, dinky, parley-voo.

poem by Anonymous Americas
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It Doesnt Have To Be

You are on one side
And I am on the other
Are we divided?
You are on one side
I am on the other
Are we divided?
Why cant we live together
There are no rights
This isnt your decision
We need to talk of changing things
But no one wants to listen
It doesnt have to be like that
It doesnt have to be like that
It doesnt have to be like that
A heart on the inside
The same as any other
Are we divided?
Someone always has to suffer
We are broken
Theres no one left to change it
Is that the way it has to be?
Why cant we rearrange it?
It doesnt have to be like that
(one against one)
It doesnt have to be like that
(one against one)
It doesnt have to be like that
What is the secret
In calling me a brother?
Are we divided?
Always one against the other
We are strong now
Put down the ammunition
For what we know is right
Is gonna breakdown this division
It doesnt have to be like that
(one against one)
It doesnt have to be like that
(one against one)
It doesnt have to be like that
(one against one)
(one against one)
It doesnt have to be like that
You are one side
And I am on the other
Are we divided?

song performed by by Erasure
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More Food

Toy us, toy food with instinct saving you,
Then definitely work on that which makes,
Surrender yours, so action failed - it aches,
It aches and aches, forever it imbue.
So face this sound like fodder and horseshoe,
I see a bath may profit my backaches,
Then present food described us as brakes,
Cakes bring the joy to danger - interview!
I see the toys, I think I am a tool,
My tools as one that lusts for pain are grand,
The work I feed shall win, shall fit, preserve.
Inquire into food and carrots cool,
This energetic choir sings so bland,
My work is concentrating on my nerve.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Becoming a Nun

For Jennifer Josephy

On cold days
it is easy to be reasonable,
to button the mouth against kisses,
dust the breasts
with talcum powder
& forget
the red pulp meat
of the heart.

On those days
it beats
like a digital clock-
not a beat at all
but a steady whirring
chilly as green neon,
luminous as numerals in the dark,
cool as electricity.

& I think:
I can live without it all-
love with its blood pump,
sex with its messy hungers,
men with their peacock strutting,
their silly sexual baggage,
their wet tongues in my ear
& their words like little sugar suckers
with sour centers.

On such days
I am zipped in my body suit,
I am wearing seven league red suede boots,
I am marching over the cobblestones
as if they were the heads of men,

& I am happy
as a seven-year-old virgin
holding Daddy's hand.

Don't touch.
Don't try to tempt me with your ripe persimmons.
Don't threaten me with your volcano.
The sky is clearer when I'm not in heat,
& the poems
are colder.

poem by Erica Jong
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I do not believe that I have had an interview with anybody in twenty-five years in which the person to whom I was talking was not annoyed during the early part of the interview by my asking stupid questions.

quote by Harry Stack Sullivan
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So Far Away

(carole king)
So far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know that your just time away
Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh how I wish I could
But youre so far away
One more song about moving along the highway
I cant say much of anything thats new
But if I could only work this life out my way
Id rather spend it being close to you
But youre so far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know youre so far away
So far away, yeah youre so far away
Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
And I sure hope the road dont get to own me
Theres so many dreams that Ive yet to find
But youre so far away
Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore
It will be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesnt help to know
Youre so far away, youre so far away
Youre so far away, youre so far away
Oh I need to get in touch with ya baby
Youre so very, very, very far away
Youre so, so far away

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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He Doesnt Know Im Alive

Cha
No no
No no no no no
Ooh baby
Ive got his picture
Its on my dresser
Right next to my bed
He doesnt know me
But I sure know him
I cant get him out of my head, no
(talk to him)
No no
I havent even tried
He doesnt even know that Im alive, no
He doesnt even know that Im alive
I got his number
I call him up, hehe
Just to hear him say hello
And when he answers
I always hang up
Ooh, that boy scares me so, woah
(talk to him)
No no I havent even tried
He doesnt even know that Im alive
(he doesnt know that Im alive)
He doesnt even know that Im alive
No-oh
No no no no
Oohhh yeah
No no yeah
Someday Ill find the nerve
To talk to him and stop acting so preserved
I told myself girl you gotta change
cause nothing ventured is nothing gained
No-oh woah
Late last evening
I dropped on by
Just to see if he was home
And when he opened the door
I could have died
There we were all alone
(talk to him)
I said excuse me I thought my friend lived here
Well he doesnt even know that Im alive
(he doesnt know that Im alive)
He doesnt even know that Im alive
He doesnt even know that Im alive
(he doesnt know that Im alive)
He doesnt even know
(he doesnt know)
Ooh
Im alive
No no, no no
No
No no, no no
Ah!
No no, no no
Ooh ooh yeah, no woah
La la la la la la la la lah

song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Hair Cutting Saloon

Thick mirrors of transparent glass,
slates of graphite stuck to wall,
big bottles of shaving foam,
flammable containers of liquid spray,
a tetra assembly of royal chairs,
with protruding headrests of cushioned rexin,
fluorescent light rods producing blue light,
arrays of scissors made of stainless steel,
razor switch blades in plastic shells,
brown hairbrush with artificial teeth,
polygonal cans of medicated shampoo,
soft white towels dipped in hot steam,
aromatic hair oil in copper tins,
giant clock hung to wall nail,
electronic hair drier suspended from a jugglery of
wires,
wooden boxes of talcum powder,
tantalizing odour of body cologne,
huge paint brush coated with black dye,
rectangular green tablets of antiseptic soap,
flocks of silky hair lying dead on the floor,
offering a wide range of services like,
haircut, massage, facial, bleach,
special shave and shampoo bath,
with an iron safe for stacking currency notes,
and a large tumbler of cool water,
shaping hairy demons to presentable gods,
as i stretch my legs,
in the crowded ambience of the hair cutting saloon.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Rain Bath

Clouds was happly

Crying....

Smiley earth was

Take bath...!

If you are ready

At home put inside

Dresses...

To take rain bath

Rain bath

Reduse the body pain

And minor mentel

Dis order...

Some time given

Cold and running nose

With also free...

But don't miss

The rain bath

Enjoy the nature

Shaver...tap...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Freedom Doesnt

freedom doesnt starve it's children,
freedom doesnt sell it's people into slavery.
freedom doesnt see skin color,
doesnt always speak english.
freedom doesnt have one religion.
freedom doesnt choose sexual preference.
freedom doesnt regulate love.
freedom doesnt trade joblessness for profit.
freedom doesnt take your home.
freedom doesnt create reservations, slums,
and low rent trailer parks.
freedom doesnt ban books.
freedom doesnt invade and conquer.
freedom doesnt trade blood for oil.
freedom doesnt imprison those it cannot use.
freedom doesnt live by the lie.
freedom doesnt have different levels of justice,
depending on how much money you have.
freedom doesnt abandon it's elderly.
freedom doesnt turn away the sick.
freedom doesnt kill in the name of god.
freedom doesnt lie about the past.
damn it to hell!
this doesnt smell like freedom!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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One of the first things I did was interview the President of the United States. Some people work their whole lives and can't interview someone of that stature.

quote by Maria Menounos
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Shocking but true - A newspaper Interview

One top newspaper
The job interview:
Manager: 'just take any pay and work'

20 years later
The job Interview
Manager 'just take any pay and work.'
The newspaper now struggling to remain relevant

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Old Habits Die Hard

(criston barker, david moyse)
Seems like yesterday my life had begun
As we went through life
Tryin to make it so much fun
And I know that Im still in love with you
Cause youre one bad habit that I cant refuse
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Lifes been strange to me since youve been gone
And its so hard tryin; to say that I was wrong
Now I know that Im still in love with you
Cause youre the one bad habit that I cant refuse
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
You know and I know that you cant live on memories alone
Theres just one memory that Im thinking of
Just one habit that I cant shake off, its you
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
And theres just one memory Im thinking of
Just one habit that I cant shake off, its you
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard

song performed by by Air Supply
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