First Encounter - Winnie Loo
Winnie Loo
just quite a cut
above the rest
wikipedia - Winnie Loo is world renowned for her pair of magical hands that can enhance an individual's beauty with her creative craftsmanship and audacious hair styles. A prominent figure in the world of hairdressing, she started off only as a junior stylist in London and strived all the way to become one of Malaysia's most awarded hairdresser bearing the title of the Best Hairstylist for the Malaysian International Fashion Awards (MIFA) 2003 and also winning the World Master of Craft in New York in 1997. Her achievements are recognized globally with her appointment as the Creative Ambassador for Schwarzkopf since 2001.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Winnie The Pooh
(Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)
Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy nilly silly old bear
Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff
He's Winnie the Pooh
Winnie the Pooh
Willy nilly silly old bear
song performed by by Carly Simon
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My vision of the world
I see a world tomorrow,
I know its a dream world,
I know its like an utopian dream,
Still I believe that world can exist.
I see everywhere people,
From different races, belief and colour,
Meet and hug without any pretension,
Not drawn together by any profit motive.
I see a world,
Where the beauty of living,
Will be reducing pain,
And spreading universal love and peace.
I see the world in my vision,
And it’s a true world that can exist.
05/02/09
poem by Winnie Angel
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Winston Churchill My Kind Of Host
Let us party with Winnie
Winston Churchill.
Perhaps we might partake
of brandy and cigars?
I rather liked the wine tipped
rum flavoured cigars as a lad.
Winnie is my kind of host
Champagne Pol Roger.
Winnie offers guests unlimited
Champagne, Cigars and Brandy.
Champagne chilled a little please
room temperature simply appalls.
Champagne in the refrigerator
an hour and a half before serving please.
Or into the ice bucket with a suitable
ice-water mixture, at least twenty minutes,
before serving really if you please.
Ah a nice vintage-dated Champagne
a high-quality bubbly, let the bottle then,
warm up we don’t want to miss out on,
mature character of seasoned Champagne.
An awful lot of character, particularly
with respect to aroma can be lost,
when wine is served a little too cold,
a little too warm don’t you think?
Champagne and dry white wines of quality,
are best served at a temperature,
between 8ºC and 10ºC perhaps a little higher?
Perhaps you would care for
a Churchill Martini mixed?
Shake gin with cracked ice,
strain into chilled cocktail
glass, & garnish with olive.
Winnie rather likes to drink it while
looking at a bottle of dry vermouth.
Perhaps a Highball then Sir?
Winnie prefers just whiskey & water.
In Africa Winnie adds whiskey,
to make unsavory horrid water potable.
Yes of course Hine Brandy an excellent choice.
Distilled. As Winnie always says.
'I have taken more from brandy than brandy
has taken from me.' A health elixir!
Simply superb Johnnie
Walker Red Scotch.
Winnie is a good friend
of Sir Alexander Walker.
Yes Winnie is my kind of host. Winnie
truly is the epitome of a great man.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thoughts
Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone
On empty shores of hopeful bliss
Their beauty can my life enhance
As your tender kiss
Creative thoughts-Not touched by things
Nor pierced by words or sound,
Or distractive clowns
In ecstasy
I feel their fashion of lifting wings
That raise me far from distractive things.
poem by Howard Johnson
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Creative Mind
So gentle and warm
is the creative mind,
tender is the heart
for a creative mind.
You bring down the
love from heaven
with your creative mind
and thoughts from within.
A gift you have sharing
your inner feelings,
from your heart,
so the world can see,
the love you have
for the beauty of
things you see
through your eyes only.
(4-10-07)
First Encounter - Yasmin Ahmad
the first and the last
at long last
best director at home
Malaysia Film Festival awards for Best Director (2009) Talentime. Her first and last for best director from the Malaysian premier film festival. was there at Putra World Trade Centre for the ceremony. She was clad in a yellow ensemble.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The gays like 'Project Runway' because it's a fashion, and the gays are into fashion and into design. It's a creative industry, and most of the gays are pretty creative, in general. That's just like the culture. We're not all into politics necessarily. We're more into the creative environment. I also think Heidi is a big draw. The boys love Heidi and think she's so fabulous. I just think it's a glitzy, fun show, and there are also always lots of gay boys on it, and, you know, that's fun.
quote by Christian Siriano
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The Torture
It sounds very inhuman and stinks as excrement.
If an individual or a prominent organization could eradicate this ugly word from dictionaries or Encyclopedias or give a timely pleasant different meaning to the next generation,
That would be a great merit.
* [ We had inspection everyday in prison, two wardresses walk in, They order you to stand up, They take off your clothes.They start by inspecting your shoes as you stand there stark naked.They go through your panties, your bra, They go through every seam of every garment.Then go through your hair and-of course they never succeeded with me, But with female prisoners it's a common practice-They inspect the vagina.]
'Part of my soul went with him: Detention and Trial,1969'
-Winnie Mandela
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Corporate Industrialists Engineering War
spider web links
all over the world
not louts or thugs
crooked but clever minds
controlling servant millions
a frightening surreal scenario
orgistrators creators of wars
master minds manipulating
nations world body politic
creators of World War One
World War Two Korea
Vietnam Bosnia Chechenya
proudly boasted on their CV
well writ curriculum vitae wars
the skull and cross bones club
proudly engineered like thugs
Yale's infamous secret society
322 club beastly power perversion
One world government
One world religion
One world currency
old quest new leverage
to control to earth enslave
globally all earth’s billions
electronic accounting
digital angel disrupting
creative vibration rate
count industrially orchestrated
profit producing wars slaughter
massacres speak for themselves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.
quote by Marcel Duchamp
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We won the European Championship last September and now the world title. That is some year for French beach soccer! Now comes the hard part. We have to keep improving and that's difficult because it's tough to do better than winning a world title.
quote by Eric Cantona
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The Haircut
They sat me down upon their chair
Anxiously and impatiently I sat there
Nervous was I, so I whimpered out a sigh
But I was ready for them to cut my hair.
The hairdresser she talked to me for a bit
I felt happy and handsome I must truly admit
She felt my hair, as the patrons did stare
As upon that swivel chair I did sit.
I was then taken to the Shampooers sink
The Hairdresser shampooed my hair as I did think
I spoke, but I stalled, happy I am that I am not bald
So instead I gave my hairdresser a happy wink.
I was then led back unto my chair
I smelled the scent of her perfume in the air
I was then afraid, as I saw the tools of her trade
But she promised me all of her loving care.
Clip, clip, clip the scissors I then did hear
So close was that sound was to my ear
My hair it fell, from my head it was expelled
As I watched her craftsmanship from her mirror.
Then not long later she finished her job
I looked at my hair and I gave her an appreciative nod
She then finished the clip, I gave her a tip
At her work and gentleness I was both pleased and awed.
RANDY L. McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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World Without You,
world without you,
I can never fathom,
A world without you,
I only see your Kingdom kissing me,
I love the success we shared,
You and me,
Eventually I found redemption of you,
Me and you,
Where I perceive nature's beauty,
This is the revelation,
World without you is insanity,
World without you is sadness,
World without you is no world,
World without you is all ugly,
World without you is foolisness,
World with you is Beauty Unfathomable,
World with you is their envy,
World with you their hatred,
World with you is their cofusion,
World with you made them raise hell,
World with you we are even more than conquerer's.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Creative Desires
Satisfy your creative desires into the world of my poems,
And be ready to learn from me;
Because as the poetry goes,
So is the state of my mind with the writer's pen.
A youthful love is the desire of my ink and,
The vibrant act of my muse is all about us;
But many people do have creativity as well.
The love of my words is from the literature of my pen,
And like cash and carry in the world of business;
But never be on my credit if you have no love.
Satisfy your creative desires into the world of my muse,
For a little success will surely breed more success!
Because i have a message for this world and,
My ink will keep on writing to touch you always over there.
Imaginations and love,
My poems are woven around a fascinating kernel of truth;
So cry your cry and paddle your own boat,
And be ready to learn from me as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The creative and the receptive
To sing is creative; to listen is receptive.
To play is creative; to watch is receptive.
To write is creative; to read is receptive.
In sex, man is creative and woman, receptive.
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Around The World
Around the world, I've searched for you
I traveled on when hope was gone
To keep a rendezvous
I know somewhere, sometime, somehow
You'd look at me
And I would see the smile you're smiling now
*It might have been in County Down
Or in New York
In Gay Paree or even London Town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you
(Repeat *)
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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THE HAND (A Mechanical Genius)
To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn't climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God's world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there's nothing your hands can't do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.
poem by Albert Price
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Odessa - My Principessa
About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
You will smile to the famous Duke,
From the second hatch at him you'll look
And if he gives you the welcoming hand
You will have to understand
That Odessa is the smile of God.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
The girls in our city are the pearls,
God gave them sense of humor and a charm.
You come here and you will see
The beauty of the bluest sea
And you will be surprised but not alarmed.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
And Sasha Pushkin was an odessite,
As here he recalled a wonderous moment
He cursed and praised our and his Odessa
Because he really loved principessa,
Which was and is and always bright.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
You can go any place you like
To New York, Paris or even London,
All of them are really so nice,
But in Odessa you'll be certainly surprised
By the smell of sea, acacia, cherry, linden...
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There's no city in the world
I love so much.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Sonnet: All Can’t Win Laurels
This world has many unsung heroes past;
All cannot wear a glorious crown on head;
All cannot be ship’s rudder or mast.
And ‘fore the world can even know them, they’re dead.
The ones who won the Nobel Prize are still
Not the best who survive on planet earth;
How many waste their lives researching till,
Gone from the lungs is their very last breath.
And some may steal the achievements of ken;
Some only are lucky to win a prize;
The rest belong to list of unnamed men,
Who sadly missed the turns of every dice!
But that’s the way; this world will go on, on!
In earth, you can’t the fairness raiment don.
6-24-2001
poem by John Celes
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Both the revolutionary and the creative individual are perpetual juveniles. The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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