Monster
they know they
are losing grounds
because they are
not native, native
to the land, which is
all that matters
they also know
that all would be
losing grounds
if this frustrating matter
is not handled with
proper care
they have put in
so much of the work
to make sure
everybody thrives
and they hope all
would know but racism
seems to be a monster
that always rears its head
at the wrong places
and wrong time
the devil shrouded
itself to be the mother
of those who would
lose grounds materially,
spiritually all round
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Adultery - which is the only grounds for divorce in New York - is not grounds for divorce in California. As a matter of fact, adultery in Southern California is grounds for marriage.
quote by Allan Sherman
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Moribund, The Burgermeister
Caught the chaos in the market square
I don't know what, i don't know why, but something's wrong down there
Their bodies twistin' and turnin' in a thousand ways
The eyes all rollin' round and round into a distant gaze
Ah, look at that crowd!
Some are jumping up in the air--say "we're drowning in a torrent of blood!"
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh mother! it's eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, i'm gonna lose control
What can i do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!
Bunderschaft, you going daft? better seal off the castle grounds
"this is moribund, the burgermeister, i'm going to keep this monster down,
Somebody sent the subversive element; going to chase it out of town."
No-one will tell what all this is about
But i will find out.
This thing's outrageous, i tell you on the level
It's really so contagious must be the work of the devil
You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way.
Ah, close the doors!
"we've tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures,"
Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws,
Check if you can disconnect the effect and i'll go after the cause
No-one will tell what this is about
But i will find out
I will.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Moribund Burgermeister
Caught the chaos in the market square
I dont know what, I dont know why, but somethings wrong down there
Their bodies twistin and turnin in a thousand ways
The eyes all rollin round and round into a distant gaze
Ah, look at that crowd!
Some are jumping up in the air--say were drowning in a torrent of blood!
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh mother! its eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, Im gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!
Bunderschaft, you going daft? better seal off the castle grounds
This is moribund, the burgermeister, Im going to keep this monster down,
Somebody sent the subversive element; going to chase it out of town.
No-one will tell what all this is about
But I will find out.
This things outrageous, I tell you on the level
Its really so contagious must be the work of the devil
You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way.
Ah, close the doors!
Weve tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures,
Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws,
Check if you can disconnect the effect and Ill go after the cause
No-one will tell what this is about
But I will find out
I will.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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We believe the use of force against Iraq, especially with reference to previous resolutions of the UN Security Council, has no grounds, including legal grounds.
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Monkey Gone To Heaven
There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From new york and new jersey
This monkeys gone to heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in ahole
Now theres a hole in the sky
And the grounds not cold
And if the grounds not cold
Everything is gonna burn
Well all take turns
Ill get mine, too
This monkeys gone to haven
Rock me joe!
If man is 5 [3x]
Then the devil is 6 [5x]
Then God is 7 [3x]
This monkeys gone to heaven
song performed by by Pixies
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Cant Stand Losing You
Ive called you so many times today
And I guess its all true what your girlfriends say
That you dont ever want to see me again
And your brothers going to kill me and hes six feet ten
I guess youd call it cowardice
But Im not prepared to go on like this
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I see youve sent my letters back
And my lp records and theyre all scratched
I cant see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesnt make no sense
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you dont care, so I wont cry
But youll be sorry when Im dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess youd call it suicide
But Im too full to swallow my pride
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing...
song performed by by Police
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Can't Stand Losing You
I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I see you sent my letters back
And my L.P. records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care, so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't...
song performed by by Feeder
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_-Failing...Is Losing-_
Staying down is failing,
Failing is losing
Losing is a part of life…
But if there’s nothing else there
And you’re forced into despair
Why even try
When in the end we all die?
Why try to prove people wrong
When you know that there right,
Why try to stay in the battle
When you know you’ll lose the fight?
Why try to make a difference
Why even care,
When you’re left with only failure
And the sent of despair.
poem by No Reason To Care
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Patterned...
i must remember
we all love sunsets
we waited in fact
when it comes
by the sea sometimes
or on the grounds of
the university
we face the mountain
of curves and we
are silent...
we know what doubts are
and we make promises
never shall we be this and
that.............we shall only
be what they want us to be
what is likable
and acceptable.....we are so naive
and young and
so innocent.....when ages come like
layers of earth for
each kind of deluge
we accept we are wrong
we only have to be us
we do not have to be what they want us to be
because we have become
so unhappy.......after all those years we meet again
on the grounds of the university
waiting to another sunset....
we hate one another now
we have assumed patterns
we have common shapes
we are almost identical
all unhappy pieces of their art
.......we finally shy away
parting....we hate sunsets
more than ever......
we forget our names
we did not have any.....well anyway...
who are you?
and where are you going?
how sad and tragic
these patterns
these common pieces
these us and them...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fighting The Devil
When we argue - I must concede
Because on this the devil feeds.
The devil gets his greatest sensation
When he disrupts any relation.
He is there waiting for the spark to ignite
So we can begin to fight.
He knows that love can conquer all
And waits for us to weaken so we can fall.
Like a lion waiting for its prey
In the bush he will lay.
The devil has many stomping grounds
And you never know when he's around.
His greatest victory is when we go astray
And to GOD we no longer pray.
Yet he can not tell what's in the heart of man
When we decide to take a stand.
Since We were blessed at our birth
With his holy water from this earth.
And we were taught right from wrong
And we became very strong
We will fight whatever the devil
throws our way, and live to fight another day.
So to the devil I say to you
With a pure heart there is
Nothing that you can do.
We have - FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE
Given to us from up above.
poem by Louis Rams
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There is a small glen in the clouds
There is a small glen in the clouds
where cumulus receive nice forms,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Up there the Sun his golden crowns,
faithful rises to brighten morns,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Strong currents sing solitude's sounds,
on glen souls bare of painful thorns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
The winds affray in gray surrounds;
air streams repeat some lyric calls,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Beholden soul on glen, astounds,
a dream is remnant while it mourns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Souls rise on glen to feast in bounds,
air callithumps atop the knolls,
there is a small glen in the clouds;
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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A Sight Too Sad
I walked the cemetary grounds and saw
the names engraved on stones.
I knew underneath the dark green grass
lay old and brittle bones.
How they died it did not say
just that they had gone away
on a certain date, now long forgot.
All of the stones a sorry lot.
Few had flowers. Most had naught.
Some were planted anew.
But most were desolate on the ground.
Their visitations all were through.
Who were these brave souls that had lived?
I would never know.
I walked the stones that lay in rows,
pacing to and fro.
I came upon a stone so sad
turned upon its side.
I picked it up and righted it,
looked and then I cried.
It belonged to a baby that died too soon
and never got to see
a smile on my face when she was born
when she was taken from me.
Cemetary grounds are repositories
and never do they tell
where the ones that are buried there
now reside and dwell.
So, I now don't venture to these grounds.
They make me feel too low.
Would it not be better to cremate the bodies
and let their ashes blow?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage.
quote by Robert Anderson
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Losing me
Why do I feel like I am losing me..
Everyday I lose apart of me............ I forget what I used to be....
All I see is you...... Why I am losing me? Why am I losing me............
I don't want to feel this way... I dont want to feel like thi s........
A piece of me is fading, running to your land.......... Always wondering if your here?
All I see is you, and I am disappearing....... I know I am alive, when I sit down and cry........ Is this love or is this a lie......... Loving you do I have to lose part of me?
I am lost dont want to feel this way............. When I look in the mirror, I dont know who I see............. I just dont remember me...............
All I see is you...... Why I am losing me? Why am I losing me............
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Losing You
(orbison-dees)
Teardrops tell me that Im losing you
Lost and lonely and Im losing you
Dreams remind me that Im losing you
Heartaches find me and Im losing you
If you could forget that love affair
I wonder
If you could how much would you still care
Its no use now for Im losing you
No excuse now yes Im losing you
I love you much more than yesterday
In sorrow
I love you less than tomorrow
I love you with all my love today
But I guess I threw your love away
Im losing you
What can I do?
I dont want to but Im losing you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop (1976)
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Penny Wise?
Woman is a paradox,
maid man, unmade-up, shocks:
first fair, then jet, straight, curly locks
preferring, spends her pounds
in losing pounds and thus she mocks
her wai(s) t on earth - weight grounds
high hopes for lightness - Goldilocks,
spends cents sans sense, from birth to box -
like men who her pet mirth are found,
both sage and jester, light, profound -
lies soon, sighs, swoons, earth bound.
2 December 1995 revised 18 July 2007
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Penny Wise?
Woman is a paradox,
She heights and depths both plumbs;
who golden here, there curly locks
prefers, who spends her pounds
in losing pounds and thus she mocks
her wai[s]t on earth - weight grounds
high hopes for lightness - Goldilocks
lies soon, sighs, swoons, earth bound.
2 December 1995
© Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Red With Native Blood
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.
Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Map Of Your Head
I'm sick of feeling my soul
To people who'll never know
Just how purposeless and empty they've grown
Because the language confuses like computers refuse to understand how I'm
feeling today
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I saw a liquid control
That gives life to a soul
I hit my head on it and woke up to know
That I was all alone
Wearing just socks and a phone
Someone is screaming like their world might explode
Yeah I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
Freezing and losing my way
I don't want another map of your head
I'm freezing and losing my way
I don't need another map of your head
song performed by by Muse
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Fear
what am i most afraid of?
losing my health?
losing my job?
losing my family?
losing my virility?
losing my self-image?
losing my dignity?
losing my sanity?
losing my life?
or ending up alone
in the darkness
without reason or form
or direction.
what am i most afraid of?
and why?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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