Inspired by Issa-The Rear Goose
the rear girl
well, well all her reasons
for lateness again
inspired by
the rear goose-
well, well
a sore foot
-Issa,1812
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - A screaming child
a screaming child
as auntie lifts knife
to chop frog's head
inspired by
pond snails sing
they're in the kettle
but don't know it
-Issa,1812
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - Behind my Back
behind my back
two women's tale of their life
to that on the screen
inspired by
behind my back
fingers rolling prayer beads...
evening cool
-Issa,1812
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To Roumania
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Rattling through the rain,
Falling back and falling back
To make a stand again –
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Shall you die in vain?
Rifles of the Rear Guard.
In the cold and wet;
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
We’re coming – do not fret!
The rifles of the Rear Guard
Shall be the Vanguard yet.
poem by Henry Lawson
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I'm Not Here to Kiss Your 'Boo Boo
I'm not here to kiss your 'boo boo'.
I am here to put my foot up your rear end.
I am here to bring a stinging of reality.
With a hope to knock you away...
From your neccessity to pretend.
Do you know what time it is?
Do you hear the ticking nonstop of any clock?
Steps you should have placed have not moved,
One bit!
And all you have are tears to drop?
I'm not here to kiss your 'boo boo'.
I am here to put my foot up your rear end.
I am here to bring a stinging of reality.
With a hope to knock you away...
From your neccessity to pretend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never comment on a woman's rear end. Never use the words ""large"" or ""size"" with ""rear end."" Never. Avoid the area altogether. Trust me.
Rear View Mirror
Uh Yeah
A Keys
Rear View
Uh Oh Uh Oh
Uh Oh Uh Oh
AK 2000
Oh Uh Oh
It happened quickly
All of a sudden
I was caught up with another man
Who wanted
To be closer
But now
I know better and I'm
Hoping
We Can
Start Again
I know that there's nothing for me what I have done
So
Let me show how deep my love goes
For you
Cos you'll really live and learn and that's how you find out who is true
And I found out that you were the one
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
Now that we are
Back again together
I want to show you
How I'm made from heaven
I'll do my best to shower
You with a bit of 'tention
Don't ever have to mention
This song if it ends
I know that there's nothing for me what I have done
So
Let me show how deep my love goes
For you
Cuz you'll really live and learn and that's how you find out who is true
And I found out that you were the one
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
I can't change what I had done before
But now I know that you love me so much more
Than anything that had ever come my way
Keep your eyes on what we have today
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
We can get best of this
Don't have to go so fast
We can get rid of them in the rear view mirror
I was deceived
Baby please forgive me
Don't know what we had to change
It's easier for us to get further
Don't look in the rear view mirror
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Wiggle Giggle for M' lady Lucia
Some women wiggle as they walk
as a pretty woman should.
But others jiggle as they stalk.
It’s not a very pleasant view.
If you are looking from the rear
To see a fat posterior
that’s larger than it ought to be
Still it’s something you often see
A womans wiggle’s wonderful
I think it’s really beautiful
but then I am a connoisseur
of Lady’s pretty derrieres
A wise girl pays attention to
what she looks like from the rear view.
9-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Inspired by Issa - While i was away
just a little while
to live
a little while
to die
slit in between
a drama
of senses
inspired by
while I was away
just for a while...
a splendid young bamboo!
-Issa,1819
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - Wisteria Trellis
morning glory
two yellow butterflies'
frolicking flight
inspired by Issa's
wisteria trellis-
behind it, in the light
wildflowers
-Issa,1809
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - In the lightning
taming desires
so may faces
the buddha
inspired by
in the lightning
how he laughs...
Buddha!
-Issa,1814
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Right in Front of the Army
"Where 'ave you been this week or more,
'Aven't seen you about the war'?
Thought perhaps you was at the rear
Guarding the waggons." "What, us? No fear!
Where have we been? Why, bless my heart,
Where have we been since the bloomin' start?
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army
Teaching 'em how to fight!"
Every separate man you see,
Sapper, gunner, and C.I.V.,
Every one of 'em seems to be
Right in front of the army!
Most of the troops to the camp had gone,
When we met with a cow-gun toiling on;
And we said to the boys, as they walked her past,
"Well, thank goodness, you're here at last!"
"Here at last! Why, what d'yer mean?
Ain't we just where we've always been?
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army,
Teaching'em bow to fight!"
Correspondents and Vets in force,
Mounted foot and dismounted horse,
All of them were, as a matter of course,
Right in the front of the army.
Old Lord Roberts will have to mind
If ever the enemy get behind;
For they'll smash him up with a rear attack,
Because his army has got no back!
Think of the horrors that might befall
An army without any rear at all!
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army,
Teaching 'em how to fight!
Swede attaches and German counts,
Yeomen (known as De Wet's Remounts),
All of them were, by their own accounts,
Right in the front of the army!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Army of the Rear
I listened through the music and the sounds of revelry,
And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;
I heard beyond the music and beyond the local cheer,
The steady tramp of thousands that were marching in the rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
They seem to shake the air,
Those never-ceasing footsteps of the outcasts in the rear.
I heard defiance ringing from the men of rags and dirt,
I heard wan woman singing that sad “Song of the Shirt”,
And o’er the sounds of menace and moaning low and drear,
I heard the steady tramping of their feet along the rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
Vibrating in the air —
They’re swelling fast, those footsteps of the Army of the Rear!
I hate the wrongs I read about, I hate the wrongs I see!
The tramping of that army sounds as music unto me!
A music that is terrible, that frights the anxious ear,
Is beaten from the weary feet that tramp along the rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
In dogged, grim despair —
They have a goal, those footsteps of the Army of the Rear!
I looked upon the nobles, with their lineage so old;
I looked upon their mansions, on their acres and their gold,
I saw their women radiant in jewelled robes appear,
And then I joined the army of the outcasts in the rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
We’ll show what Want can dare,
My brothers and my sisters of the Army of the Rear!
I looked upon the mass of poor, in filthy alleys pent;
And on rich men’s Edens, that are built on grinding rent;
I looked o’er London’s miles of slums — I saw the horrors there,
And swore to die a soldier of the Army of the Rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
I’ve sworn to do and dare,
I’ve sworn to die a soldier of the Army of the Rear!
“They’re brutes,” so say the wealthy, “and by steel must be dismayed” —
Be brutes among us, nobles, they are brutes that ye have made;
We want what God hath given us, we want our portion here,
And that is why we’re marching — and we’ll march beyond the rear!
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
Awake and have a care,
Ye proud and haughty spurners of the wretches in the rear.
We’ll nurse our wrongs to strengthen us, our hate that it may grow,
For, outcast from society, society’s our foe.
Beware! who grind out human flesh, for human life is dear!
There’s menace in the marching of the Army of the Rear.
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
There’s danger in despair,
There’s danger in the marching of the Army of the Rear!
The wealthy care not for our wants, nor for the pangs we feel;
Our hands have clutched in vain for bread, and now they clutch for steel!
Come, men of rags and hunger, come! There’s work for heroes here!
There’s room still in the vanguard of the Army of the Rear!
Tramp! tramp! tramp!
O men of want and care!
There’s glory in the vanguard of the Army of the Rear!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Inspired by Issa - Dirty Snow and Flyover Stairs
eking out a living
little plant on
flyover stairs
inspired by
clinging fast
to my house's rear wall...
dirty snow
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Remembering Issa - Nightingale arrives
the owl watches
the forest floor
eyes wide as the moon
excited owl
the mice runs
in its eyes
inspired by Issa's
the nightingale aims
and arrives...
my fence
-Issa,1806
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - Cycle of births
the cycle of births
from my hand, a pigeon pecks peas
grain by grain
inspired by
grains of rice
pecked by birds...
my futon
-Issa,1814
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - Altar food
sticking to to Buddha's
be compassionate dictum
he lets rat nibble at altar food
inspired by
while praising Buddha
with wide-open mouth...
a thicket mosquito
-Issa,1816
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Cows Rear Leg (Fun Poem 57)
A cowbell sounds for milking time,
a milkmaid on her three-legged stool,
remembering all the time that golden rule.
Never get behind a cows rear leg
as it could give you a nasty bump.
A jet of milk fires into the bucket
as she caresses the utter teats
with her soft hands.
Always watchful and wary
of the cows rear leg.
29 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Being Tall
Those men who are considered tall,
defined as more than five foot nine,
are smarter than the ones who’re small.
that’s less than five foot nine. That’s fine
by me, for I was, in my prime,
a little more than five foot ten,
and though I’ve shrunk, it’s not yet time
for me to join the little men
who’re under five foot nine, becoming
less smart than I was when I stood
as tall as smart men, not down dumbing
myself so I’d be understood
by those who are so tiny that
they cannot follow mighty minds
of those who’re tall. Nobility
of soul I claim so long as I
retain with my virility
the size that girls like in a guy,
not small but smart. I’ll deal with fat
in my next poem. Big behinds
don’t correlate with smartness but
that topic is on my agenda
in what I'll call 'Of Brain and Butt, ”
which is a head and tail rear-ender.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Inspired by Issa - Prayers
all the lotuses
aides in
my prayers
tanka:
the lotuses have fully
bloomed to
embrace the sky
like my heart after the
dawn prayers
blossomed
inspired by
this day-
even stirring gruel
is a prayer!
-Issa,1814
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sickened By the Wicked and Kicked
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So many moaning thrown under the bus.
And overdosed by phonies...
Now busted of trust.
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
They once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
They chose not to see!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
So sad are these believers,
Deceived to grieve.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
With hearts they show to others,
Upon on their sleeves.
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
To those spoiled by a lifestyle fed to fall.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And signs of empathy don't come at all!
'You and me too.
Used and abused!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked in the rear!
And O.D.'d by these phonies,
We once believed.
O.D.'d by straight phonies,
We chose not to see!
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked and kicked.
Now...
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked.
Sickened by the wicked and kicked! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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