A To Z Of All I Hate
Artists indiscriminate,
Billionaire bulls bears berate,
Careless kids insatiate,
Domination by dread State,
Effete fools effeminate
Frogs, slimy snails fat Frenchman ate,
Growing old, ungrateful state -
Hypocrites who soon deflate,
Intellectuals irate,
Jobbing backwards when too late,
Kits and cattens mewling mate,
Litigation, legislate.
Matrimonial stale_mate,
Neglecting rendez-vous, birthdate,
Overacting, things ornate,
Pastry spilt from pattern plate.
Queues, where late folks always wait,
Refusing poor, unfortunate,
Straying outside narrow, straight,
Trust betrayed. Unfortunate
Undermining minds more great,
Varnish, make-up, snaring gait,
Wishy-washy writers' prate,
XX XY exaggerate,
Youths fine fortunes dissipate,
Zurich subprime speculate.
A to Z of all I hate
A rtists inarticulate,
B oors who bears and bulls would bate,
C areless kids insatiate,
D omination by the State,
E fforts' unrewarded wait,
F rogs and snails the Frenchman ate,
G rowing old, - a sorry state -
H ypocrites who soon deflate,
I ntellectuals irate,
J obbing backwards when too late,
K its and cattens mewling mate,
L egislation to equate.
M isogyny, divorce stalemate
N ot remembering the date,
O veracting, things ornate,
P astry upon patterned plate.
Q ueues, and where one has to wait,
R efusing the unfortunate,
S wearing, straying from the straight,
T rust betrayed. Decrees of Fate.
U ndermining minds more great,
V arnish, make-up, snaring gait,
W ilting women overweight,
Y ouths who fortunes dissipate,
Z urich gnomes who speculate.
A to Z of all we hate
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Mediate
(a farriss)
(additional keyboard sounds - warwick bone)
Hallucinate
Dessegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate
Love your mate
Dont suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crate
A heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty kate has sex ornate
Now devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animal we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
Deliberate
Fascinate
Deviate
Reinstate
Liberate
To moderate
Recreate
Or detonate
Annihiliate
Atomic fate
Mediate
Clear the state
Activate
Now radiate
A perfect state
Food on plate
Gravitate
The earths own weight
Designate your love as fate
At ninety-eight we all rotate
Hallucinate
Dessegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate
Love your mate
Dont suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crate
A heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty kate has sex ornate
Now devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animals we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
Deliberate
Fascinate
Deviate
Reinstate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
song performed by by INXS
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Our Friendship Ain't Fateful
Late out of state without absolute hate,
I decline to incline my fate into failure’s plate
I perceive not me able to be for you that great
Yet you make perfect of me, even in my state
Looking down upon me not, yet looking upon me without hate
Of how it came to being is a mystery that revives history in slate
Oh how I hate the thought I could lose my current state
In hate I’d sulk to ever cross a path that seals this fate
Can destiny and fate really drag me away? I doubt; they’re late
poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
poem by Prakash Joshi
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(V – 1988) Fighting Fate
Oh, things out of control we call real fate
For factors far unknown too decide our state!
But things there are we must not see as mere fate;
Such things if controlled can oh, alter our state!
No thunder or tyrant is ever such fate
If faced with courage and soon held to checkmate!
Oh, thou art the architect of thy own fate!
So fight well with will and thus safeguard thy state!
At times we may fall to some strange, cruel fate;
By them should never our will still abate!
With arrows of resolve and faith, fight thy fate!
Oh, give no space ever to stand or to wait!
So bow not or falter before any fate;
Oh, fear and despair will thy fate aggravate!
Grim panic and anguish will strengthen our fate;
They make us, oh, lick a time unduly late!
So well in advance to, oh, face any fate
Thou equip thyself and thus secure thy state!
Challenges of life are challenges of fate –
So meeting them well, oh, means living life great!
Waiting For The Man
Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late ( such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that you'd wait ( such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (it's such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (it's such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldn't want your hate (it's such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late ( such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (it's such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (it's such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state ( such a waste)
Don't change my mind at such a late stage ( such a waste)
Oh baby, don't you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish you'd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why don't you wait
Oh, how I really wish you'd wait
Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate
( someday)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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That Can Wait
As you are growing older,
The time just flies with fate,
Some normal chores can be done
While other chores can wait. Try to have fun every day,
Plan for another state,
Yet slow down for more pleasure
Because the rest can wait. Pleasure becomes important,
and golf may be the bait,
Enjoy the fun of playing,
Since other things can wait. Trips can be quite wonderful,
When you surprise your mate,
Other plans will change quickly,
But they can surely wait. Try to write a new poem,
Then plan completion date,
Enter it in the contest,
Everything else can wait.
poem by Eleanor M. Dirksen
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The Wait of Water - (Villanelle)
a shift in the tectonic plate
early morning siren screeches
across the ocean people wait
awakened to this twist of fate
tsunami warning, clear the beaches
a shift in the tectonic plate
minute by minute news updat
listen to the experts speeches
across the ocean people wait
all trying to anticipate
how far this devastation reaches
a shift in the tectonic plate
don’t live in a complacent state
lessons Mother Nature teaches
across the ocean people wait
as the local pastor preaches
although his prayers come too late
a shift in the tectonic plate
across the ocean people wait
poem by Charlie Parant
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Wait
Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldnt, but well wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late (... such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that youd wait (... such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (its such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (its such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldnt want your hate (its such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late (... such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (its such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (its such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state (... such a waste)
Dont change my mind at such a late stage (... such a waste)
Oh baby, dont you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Ooohhh ...
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish youd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why dont you wait
Oh, how I really wish youd wait
Oh, how I wish youd hesitate
...
...
(... someday)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Beginnings
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Dewayne
Meeting you was due to fate
Being with you was due to our first date
Which then lead you to be my mate
What we have is more than great
Us together gets the highest rate
At times we have our differences like you being late
But all that doesnt matter because your my soul mate
We talk on the phone for hours and sleep in late
When we are together I want to be intimate
I'm glad we are together and we did not wait
Because with out you in my life I couldn't create
poem by Traci Peace
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The Beginning
1914-18
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.
Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.
It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.
It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Good things come to those who Wait
When people get abusive someway
Are spreading hostility and hate
Harness your emotions, control your state
Indulge neither in discussion, nor debate
Leave certain things to God and fate
Good things come to those who wait.
Spiteful words and double meaning talks
Backbiting and spying so difficult to tolerate
On encounters, they always negate
Cash in your patience, better to collate
Time will answer such foul mates
Good things come to those who wait
Patience is a virtue
Some learn, others have innate
Whether it present or future state
Gratification delays makes one Great
Tame your energies, stay steady and sedate
Good things come to those who wait.
Can you Relate?
poem by Samima Shah
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Pick, Choose, And Refuse
Pick, Choose, And Refuse
Written by: Wilfred Mellers Monday, September 6,2010 @ 12: 18 PM
They hate, debate, castrate, and then try to eliminate you
They dictate, humiliate, and try to penetrate you
They calculate, deliberate, delegate, and then frustrate you
They congregate, close the gate, and keep you off the great estate
They agitate, commensurate, hesitate, and deflate any of your achievements
They get high-rate, never letting you participate, and make you wait for an update
They truncate, terminate, and vacate the workplace
They narrate then locate a mandate that they notate for the people
Prices inflate with the excitement they create
On you they fixate and their words they filtrate
They want to make you an inmate or see you lay instate
They want to see you not participate so they convince you not to graduate
They hydrate while the disease planted will mutate and migrate
Bees no longer germinate, embryos no longer gestate, and we all become dead-weight
Wars they instigate to control the birthrate
Death and destruction was their classmates
Poison was the feast they ate
Eyes dilate as billions they donate to those who already have too much
The economy procrastinates and madness for goodness they equate
We tolerate as the world vibrates to the insanity these primates concentrate on
Redemption for mankind no longer waits
Rain-checks we except for our rebates
Ourselves we segregate for the truth we can’t separate
Words need not to translate for ourselves we are going to obliterate
The truth is never straight and the constitution they violate
Backwards the clocks rotate for their toilet’s they gold plate
Destroy to clean the slate as wars comes to a deadly stalemate
Recognition comes too late for the masses they didn’t hesitate to sedate
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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In Gestation - For You I Wait
For you I wait
On Nature’s way,
Run round night, day,
Yet stand on fate.
One month too late
Unseen from play
I'll slip away
Won't stand on state -
At golden gate
In Peter's plate,
To time a prey.
I’ll wile away
Now while you wait -
Growth rapid, great.
Each cell array
Strings D.N.A.
To duplicate.
Amalgamate
The smiles that sway
In interplay
Our joys, our fête,
New meeting's date!
Gesticulate
Explains brain's way
Says much of rate
The changes weigh
In, conjugate
Conflict, delay,
Until debate
Lifts cares away
As questions skate
To answers sway.
Ideas, sung, may
Now percolate,
Gain strength, relay
Its not too late!
Now heed display
Anticipate
Smiles in a spate
Open truth's ray
None ever may
Gainsay or grate,
To populate
Our every day
Divinely gay.
As we relate,
Yes, gest states jest... guess I just ate!
© Jonathan Robin – acrostic For You I Wait In Gestation Gesticulating In A Song Today
written 26 March 2005 modified 12 April 2008
For you I wait
On Nature’s way,
Run round night, day,
Yet stand on fate.
One month too late
Unseen from play
I slip away
Won't stand on state -
At golden gate
To time a prey.
I’ll wile away
Now while you wait -
Growth rapid great
Each cell array
Sets D.N.A.
To duplicate.
Anticipate
The smiles that sway
In interplay
Our joys, our fête,
New meeting's date!
If this song may
Lift cares away
Let percolate
Smiles in a spate
Intense, a ray
None ever may
Gainsay or grate, -
To populate
Our every day
Divinely gay.
As we relate,
Yes, I gest state jest guess just ate!
26 March 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Baby you are my soul mate
Baby you are my soul mate
But now it seems it's too late
O those old days were so great
Then secretly we could date
But now we can't change our fate
Coz now it seems it's too late
Sometimes we had tete-a-tete
I stared at you when you ate
You were like my heaven's gate
But now it seems it's too late
Your love has turned into hate
Coz you are now so upset
Your thought now makes my eyes wet
Coz now it seems it's too late
Everything is not said yet
Read my poems in internet
You will forgive I can bet
Though now it seems it's too late
Forget me not don't forget
Otherwise you will regret
Don't treat me like a lost pet
Though now it seems it's too late
poem by Asif Andalib
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Empire State
Written by lindsey buckingham.
New york, open your eyes to me
Let me be what I want to be
Tell me, tell me its not too late
Big apple, takin a bite of me
Whole world movin below my feet
Not like, not like we do in l.a.
New york, make me a part of you
Straight, straight through the heart of you
Tell me, tell me its not too late
Flying high on the empire state
Flying high on the empire state
New york, watch me burn ya down
Straight, straight through the heart of town
Tell me, tell me Im not too late
Big apple, takin a bite of me
Whole world movin below my feet
Not like, not like we do in l.a.
Flying high on the empire state
Flying high on the empire state
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Cant Wait
Rush/linde
Cant wait till we get back together
Cant wait, the sooner the better
Its late, I should have told you long ago
I hope that we can set things straight
What Ive got in my heart wont wait
Tomorrow may be too late to apologise to you
Ooh I wish that it was tonight
With our troubles behind us, tonight
Go where no one can find us tonight
With no city to blind us tonight
As I sit here and say oh gee
As the feeling just sweeps over me
Takes me into the night floating free
In a skyward direction
My soul has been freed by your love and affection
Cant wait till we get back together
Cant wait, the sooner the better
Its late, and I still cant taste your kiss
And you know that a love like this
It just cant wait
It cant wait, no no no
It cant wait, no no no
It cant wait, no no no
It cant wait, no no no....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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State Of The Heart
I know your name
I told you mine
Weve stopped and passed the time of day
You work in town
I work at night
That gives us six until seven to work this out
If I seem a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
You are the moon
I am the sea
You pull me in and gaze on down at me
I was alone
I thought I was immune
Its good to know
The door can still be open wide
If I feel a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
Its just the state of the heart
I wait in the dark
I the state Im in
We get closer and closer
To falling out or falling in
I go over and over
But I cant change the state
This heart is in
If I seem a little strange
Its just the state of the heart
Im waiting here for you
In the state Im in
Its just the state of the heart
You know I wait in the dark
In the state Im in
It s the state of the heart
The state of the heart
The state of the heart
The state of the heart
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Suspicious
I looked for you
but you were late.
You know my impatience.
I hate to wait.
I started to think
about when we met
You never were late
and I could set
my watch by you.
But now my love
it seems all I do
is wait and wait.
I saw your approach
with guilt on your face.
You know my suspicion
I can't erase.
' I'm sorry I'm late.'
You started to explain.
' I lost track of time.'
I didn't complain.
I checked my watch,
the time, the date
and knew I would never again
wait and wait.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Psalm Of Patience
O kid! with face of healthy tan,
With lunch-bag, books and slate;
You needn't long to be a man,
Self-confident and great;
For ever since the world began
Each boy must spring to Nature's plan,
Must worry through as best he can —
Make up your mind to Wait.
O young galoot! you find it rough —
This iron hand of Fate!
Your confidence is mostly bluff,
And doubts preponderate —
Are you the genuine all-wool stuff?
Are you a daisy or a muff? —
Patience! you'll find out soon enough,
If you can only Wait.
O baffled bloke! with no resource!
Whose knowledge comes too late;
Whose prospects change from bad to worse,
Till Hope gives place to Hate!
Sick of existence, and perforce
Impatient for the long divorce —
You'll get your call in proper course,
Take my advice, and Wait.
O geezer! drawing near the test
That none may obviate;
Don't waste your time in fruitless quest
Re man's post-mortem state.
That doubt will soon be set at rest —
You'll be extinguish'd, grill'd, or blest,
Or spook the world from east to west.
Meanwhile, you have to Wait.
poem by Joseph Furphy
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