Advice to an Applicant - Parody Rudyard KIPLING – If
If you can back your boss and keep on smiling,
while toning down his brash absurdities,
if, having watched the man manhandle filing,
you rearrange the folders pretty please,
if coy and charming, beautiful, beguiling,
anticipating all contingencies,
you manage new accounts, contacts redialling,
correct crass spelling, cover vagaries...
If you can keep your head while he’s resiling,
evolve successful counter-strategies,
if ‘mum’s the word’, discrete, effective tyling,
from busy-bodies safe when he agrees.
If you can spend your time in reconciling
his intellectual inanities,
never upset his fragile ego, heiling
whene’er he feels the need, or profits sneeze...
If Windows easy comes, while modem dialing
to DSL migration’s not a tease,
if firewall free from viruses hostiling
you clean can keep, recalling password keys,
if the above you show him recompiling
the data lost when he lacks expertise, -
yet know your place as cypher, never riling,
remembering to bow before ‘big cheese’...
If you can stand him publicly reviling
your good ideas, then claim them his with ease,
can watch while rival’s ruin he’s compiling
so coldly that a lizard’s blood would freeze.
If when betrayed by his ambitious wiling
you triumph through innate abilities,
ignoring basic scheming, baser guiling,
you seize the precious point he never sees! ...
If you won’t blush when, rash, he’ll rush, exiling
your intuitions as freak fantasies,
but confidently while free-time he’s whiling,
circumvent his incapacities.
Surpassing him in brains, tact, versatiling,
you never strive to swap your salaries,
but both feet on the ground, still patient, smiling,
can counteract his incoherencies...
If you are sure his image needs restyling,
select the suits that suit down to the tees,
if you are ever ready camomiling,
or sprinkling sugar, creaming, coffee, teas,
if you can trick his wayward infantiling
and censure not his immaturities,
ignore his clumsy tries at fond defling,
yet fondled, tactful, rise from off his knees...
If you take three degrees while reconciling
your private life to further Ph.D.’s,
if you can children bear without work piling
and keep them free from trouble and disease,
if you can spring his quick promotion – vile thing –
and play the game of happy families...
Your’s is the job, the rest’s cosmetic styling,
the prized princess and pride of... secret’ries!
21 Februrary 1990 & 23 May 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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If You can Keep your Cheese - after Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your cheese while few about you
are holding onto theirs', all envy ease.
If none can get your goat nor cow could doubt you
your scent which, heaven sent, can tell true bries
from gorgonzola, parmesan without you
planning for house mouse contingencies,
or short supply where larder rats may scout to
grind, compromise the tasty rind most please.
If by a whisker cheshire follows trout to
provide fit end for sweet delicacies,
or cheddar meat meal follows leaves no gout to
blur enjoyment, taste buds' harmonies.
If desert heat no threat presents, no pout too
in winter's cold where lizard's blood would freeze,
If neither flood nor drought can mar, throughout you
may triumph over blue mould colonies.
If all kowtow, if none would ever flout you
remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...
if hole in one you score in club you clout to
take golden trophy - competition flees.
If all above's accomplished taste devout, true,
while others fail to prove their expertise,
your's is the world, which elsewhere's up the spout, few
can make their time your rhyme's real_I_tease!
IF - A Writers' Guild Gild Guile Guide
If you can form and not make norms your master,
conformity, performance formal, flame.
If you inform, share, [fl]airing, flow far faster,
yet let not copyright bind tight to shame.
If you treat critic's inconstructive blaster
with humour, beat him at his game's lame claim,
take not to hea[r]t his tumour, bandage, plaster
half-heartedly, pretend [s]he never came.
If you can couple energy creative
well in advance of others in your field,
without confusing nominative, dative,
rei[g]n arguments through cogency revealed
in context, in a manner innovative,
code palimpsests from all but s[t]age concealed,
If trust in self is never compensative
reaction used when you refused to yield.
If you can link great ends with small beginnings,
and yet not brag, nor tag each copy sold,
If dialogue's more vital than piled winnings,
to trim the quill where will won't be short-sold,
If, ignorance ignored, your story's spinnings
creates a pot no Potter has outsold,
yet you can fi[e]nd the flaw, to fresh beginnings
return to steer towards horizons bold.
If you can write without cash motivation,
self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
create consensus round an innovation
embraced by all without appearing vague,
If you can span from logic to emotion
set constant course from vested interests clear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
while conscience clings to all that it holds dear,
If you can set the good within you flowing
without the itch to pitch beyond kitsch brink,
If you can give the nod and wink while knowing
that mental states aren't always in the pink,
If you use inner kinks to keep on growing
without denying others' right to think,
If you continue for tomorrow sowing
refusing using methods now that stink.
If you can lead lead soldiers Caxton crafted
without kowtow before cold compromise,
If neither editor nor public shafted
the output that your inner soul supplies,
If you can improvise, provide redrafted
communication keyed to catalyze,
you'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
alone on conscious stream your just dream buys.
Writers' Real Mirror Reflection Reel
With inside out, and out, surprised, inside,
When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
When rhyming reel with real can coincide
Your's is the world and everything that's in it.
If you can write without cash motivation,
Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
Create consensus round an innovation
Embraced by all without appearing vague.
If you can scan, span logic to emotion
Set constant course from vested interests clear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
While conscience clings to all that it holds dear,
If rhymes may improvise, spurn prose redrafted,
Communication key to catalyze,
You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries.
On stream it seems when wit reverse dream tries
You'll find to your surprise that you have rafted
Communication key to catalyze.
If rhyme may improvise, spurn prose redrafted
While conscience clings to all that it holds dear,
If you can ban all untoward commotion,
Set constant course from vested interests clear.
If you can scan span logic to emotion
Embraced by all without appearing vague,
Create consensus round an innovation,
Self-righteousness avoiding like the plague,
If you can write without cash motivation,
Your's is the world and everything that's in it
When rhyming reel with real can coincide
When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it,
With inside out, and out, surprised, inside!
Cropped Apologies to Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your crops when all the nation
rails, vain assailing creepy crawly bugs,
If you can thrive when most lives' reputation
is knocked for skittles, stumped by snails and slugs,
If you can sow, show though you stay surrounded
by failing harvests sere upon the stem,
where hopes unfounded, speculations grounded,
face farmers who through jealousy condemn.
If greenhouse gases can't delay your planting,
with fallow Brussels' edicts all ignored,
If CO² you compensate by chanting
an incantation to the heavens poured.
If snail trails slip upon your sensor networks,
if nano tech protects your fields' high yield
which on the Futures markets harvests net perks
that from the tax collector stay concealed.
If you can fight Monsanto's sterile sowing,
deny blight warnings, nor fear climate change,
if cash in hand exceeds debts most's greed's owing,
if you're the early bird with worms in range,
If you free farm through seasons, thank your maker
from man's pollution, safe solution find,
yours is the race, you, ace, may need pacemaker
for luck can turn, earn bridges burned behind.
Advice to an Applicant
If you can back your boss and keep on smiling,
while toning down his brash absurdities,
if, having watched the man manhandle filing,
you rearrange the folders pretty please,
if coy and charming, beautiful, beguiling,
anticipating all contingencies,
you manage new accounts, contacts redialling,
correct crass spelling, cover vagaries...
If you can keep your head while he's resiling,
evolve successful counter-strategies,
if ‘mum's the word', discrete, ignoring tyling,
from busy-bodies safe when he agrees.
If you can spend your time in reconciling
his intellectual inanities,
never upset his fragile ego, heiling
whene'er he feels the need, or profits sneeze...
If Windows easy comes, while modem dialing
to DSL migration's not a tease,
if firewall free from viruses hostiling
you clean can keep, recalling password keys,
if the above you show him recompiling
the data lost when he lacks expertise, -
yet know your place as cypher, never riling,
remembering to bow before ‘big cheese'...
If you can stand him publicly reviling
your good ideas, then claim them his with ease,
can watch while rival's ruin he's compiling
so coldly that a lizard's blood would freeze.
If when betrayed by his ambitious wiling
you triumph through innate abilities,
ignoring basic scheming, baser guiling,
you seize the precious point he never sees! ...
If you won't blush when, rash, he'll rush, exiling
your intuitions as freak fantasies,
but confidently while free-time he's whiling,
circumvent his incapacities.
Surpassing him in brains, tact, versatiling,
you never strive to swap your salaries,
but both feet on the ground, still patient, smiling,
can counteract his incoherencies...
If you are sure his image needs restyling,
select the suits that suit down to the tees,
if you are ever ready camomiling,
or sprinkling sugar, creaming, coffee, teas,
if you can trick his wayward infantiling
and censure not his immaturities,
ignore his clumsy tries at fond defling,
yet fondled, tactful, rise from off his knees...
If you take three degrees while reconciling
your private life to further Ph.D.'s,
if you can children bear without work piling
and keep them free from trouble and disease,
if you can spring his quick promotion - vile thing -
and play the game of happy families...
Your's is the job, the rest's cosmetic styling,
Oh prized princess and pride of... secret'ries!
A l'assistante de l'Indirection
Si tu peux supporter de voir tes dossiers
démolis sans souffler mot et puis reclasser,
si tu sais appuyer partout ton PDG
sans sceptique rester quant à ses qualités...
Si tu souris, beauté, sans être emmerdante,
si vive mais jamais surprise, impatiente,
le soutenant quand des contresens fous l'enchantent,
ses lubies supporter sans paroles tranchantes...
Si tu sais sans délais t'adapter au progrès,
les autres anticiper, sans jamais hésiter,
bien le préparer avec de bons conseils,
des envieux protéger ton patron hébété...
Très expérimentée, mais sans prendre de l'age,
compréhensive aider avec ses rattrapages
sans pourtant mériter accéder aux voyages
‘d'études' et aux congrès, - ces minables volages!
Si tu sais lui montrer se servir du clavier,
aux réseaux si primés vite se connecter,
de l'Internet cliquer sur l'intranet branché,
son PC débugger sans jamais se broncher...
Si sa peur du souris, du clic-clic, du mulot
tu peux sans interdits dépasser au boulot,
à ses flagrants délits trouver tout ce qu'il faut,
si tu ses buts poursuis en soufflant le bon mot...
Si tu sais compenser l'orthographe qu'il perd,
scanner, penser, noter, téléphoner, tout faire,
son planning programmer, sans être trop mémère,
le soutenir, si gaie, quand son coeur désespère...
Si tu peux accoucher à l'heure du dîner,
tes enfants élever tous en bonne santé,
ton patron remplacer - ronronnant au soleil -
sans pour autant rêver qu'on t'accorde sa paye.
Si tu sors d'H.E.C. sans prétendre à la gloire,
Sciences Po, c'est fait, sans en faire une histoire,
ou Enarque tu es, faisant dans ton pouvoir
le tout pour manier les re(i) nes du Pouvoir.
Lors mieux qu'homme d'affaires, ou chef de cabinet
mieux que tous ces experts si souvent égarés,
tu seras à tout faire une bonne rêvée,
mieux que mère, sacrée ASSISTANTE tu es!
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on';
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling 1865_1936
Biff! The same father to the same son, now grown up.
If you can keep your job when all about you
Are losing theirs (by cutting down of screw) :
If you can keep yourself - for, make no doubt you
Won't get allowance, just for you to blue.
If you can make a heap by all your winnings
Risked on outsiders backed at Kempton Park,
Don't think that you will always get your innings
And kiss your boss's daughter in the dark.
If you should risk promotion, aught should tempt ye,
Eyeing the safe when all the staff have gone,
And, jemmying it open, find it empty,
And hear the watchman growl to you, ‘Hold on! '
If you should fill the unforgiving ‘minutes'
With names of all the people you have ‘done, '
Yours is the gaol, and everything that's in ti,
And, what is more, you'll get six months, my son.
Rachel Ferguson Nymphs and Satires 1932
A London Sparrow's IF
If you c'n keep alive when li'l bleeders
Come arter t' wi' catapults an' stones;
If you c'n grow up unpertickler feeders,
An' live on rugidge, crumbs, an' ‘addock bones;
If you c'n nest up in the bloomin' gutters,
An' dodge the blinkin' tabby on the tiles;
Nip under wheels an' never git the flutters,
Wear brahn an' no bright-coloured fevver-styles;
If you ain't blown b'nippers (Cor, I'd skin ‘me!) :
Stop y'r shells nah, warm-like, under me;
Yous is the eggs an' everyfink ‘at's in ‘em -
An' when they ‘atch, yor be cock-sparrers, see?
J A LINDON
If You can Keep Your Man
If You can Keep Your Man when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
Avert a break-up when he starts to doubt you,
Without behaving like a tart or shrew;
If you can bake a cake or change a nappy,
Although you've got a good Redbrick degree,
And yet can say you're reasonably happy
When other graduate wives dropp in for tea;
If you can lose yourself in ‘To the Lighthouse',
Yet, changing books, seek first the Thriller shelf,
If you can laugh at Mrs. Mary Whitehouse,
But sometimes wince at Wednesday Plays yourself;
If you stand up for Women's Liberation,
Think sex equality long overdue,
Yet purr when men evince consideration
And in a bus or train stand up for you;
If you can be a protest march frequenter,
But sometimes think the marchers a bit queer,
Yet, spite of everything, stay left of centre,
Oh, well, who knows? You may be right, my dear.
Stanley Sharpless
If You Can Crush
If you can crush, when all your chums are cribbing,
The urge that beckons you to do the same;
Can keep your tongue from telling tales or fibbing,
And can, when others err, take all the blame.
If you can nurse a crush on dear Miss Withers,
Yet bully off with just one silent tear;
Be resolute when even Matron dithers,
And weld the House together with a cheer.
If you can foil the fiendish Russian spy-ring,
Who've ‘got a hold' upon the Head (the swine!)
And by example selfless and inspiring,
Can make those ghastly Juniors toe the line.
If you while staying virgo quite intacta,
Can scoff at those who label you a prude;
And, when you leave, can know you've never slacked or
(Except to Ma'moiselle) been flip or rude.
If you can scale such pinnacles of virtue
And earn your teachers' praises as ‘a brick',
The truth, dear girl, (I do so hate to hurt you) -
The simple truth, dear Daphne, is you're thick!
Martin Fagg
IF
If you can stand the Quest and all her antics
When all around you turn somersaults upon her deck;
And go aloft when no one has told you
And not fall down and break your blooming neck;
If you can work like Wild and also like Wuzzles
Spend a convivial night with some old bean,
And then come down and meet the Boss at breakfast
And never breathe a word of where you've been.
If you can fill the port and starboard bunkers
With fourteen tons of coal; and call it fun;
Yours is the ship and everything that's in it
And you're a marvel; not a man my son.
Ernest H Shackleton
(28 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Man who Lost His Keys!
The man who lost his keys
Begged God while on his knees
For sometimes God agrees
And doesn't play the tease
But first there came no ease
That poor man to release
Who hoped the search would cease
So he could make coffees
Then life would seem a breeze
If he could find his keys!
The man who lost his keys
Had lost all certainties
Saw all his doubts increase
His mind like melted cheese
He prayed God pretty please
And offered reward fees
Yet money God won't seize
Who owns the woods and trees
God chose to grant him peace
And helped him find his keys!
(August 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Che Soave Zefiretto
All seek sweet breeze emotions frees -
above life’s mediocrities
which petty compromise appease.
One special one who shares, who sees,
by choice not by decrees.
We’d seize shared opportunities:
surprise, - no good-byes, no degrees, -
no 'ifs' no 'buts' no pleas[e], no freeze.
no need to look for keys,
complementarities.
There neither chalk nor cheese,
only spontaneity
dissolving care brings ease
with two as one till three's
a gift of families.
In health, disease, wealth, poverty's
challenge met, no pedigrees
we’d need who’d future face with ease -
two hearts as one forsees
joy’s reach each guarantees...
19 September 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Panties
ft. Tweet and Missy
[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
[Missy:]
NEW TRINA
[Trina:]
Look boo what da deal
you got my cash for you up in here
I know you be packing the steel
but I can't give you brains
and get my lipstick smeared
look playa don't be grabing my braids
you got some cash then I'm easily
persuade this ass thats all it
takes see I can last all night
and all day Miss Trina zem zema
had a Bema I got me a Benz and some rims
tinted windows and some tens
I tell you time again I fine enough
to even take your mens look a here
slim I swear the South Beach let me
speak for you touch me you gonna treat
and put some sandtins on my feet
take me to the beach
now I'm a show you a real freak
oww
[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
[Missy:]
NEW TRINA
[Trina:]
Trick you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey
I think your man like me
he had me in the car
with his hand on my bra
breathing in my face
saying
TRI-NA
I ain't trying a disrespect
I'm just trying to keep you in check
see I ain't done yet
shoot I'm the type of chick break
up happy homes like Trick
so mo easy joe you so and so
I'm a superwoman you don't know
Damn I look good
Talk trash in your hood
and if you man want you
daddy would Missunderstood
Slip and slide Miss Trina
been sold out the arena
like a rock and roll singer
you hate me you get the finger
all up in my gut playa what
[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
[Trina:]
Hey playa whats the word
watch my hips don't you like these cruves
I wanna crib in the deep suburbs
2 dogs and a mocking bird
Versae sprad on my water
and give me some head give me some head
Miss Trina likes kicks all red and I'm the first to say
I'm the badest chick
[Tweet (Chorus):]
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
No panties comeing off
my love is gonna cost
cause ain't no way
that you gonna get up
in this for free
[Missy:]
NEW TRINA
song performed by by Trina from Diamond Princess
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Part Of My Life
Can you be a part of my life?
Can you be a part of my life?
Oh its easy to find some one to play with
And almost anyone will do to fill your idle time
But that very special someone,
You can share all your dreams with is so hard to find
And it use to be like me to settle for the physical
But these days it aint too easy to make up my mind
Cause apparently you body just to temporally to take up my precious time
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
I still appreciate the beauty of a man
But theres more to what I need now than what meets the eye
And if beautys only skin deep,
Then your pretty skin wont send me to my highest high
Oh its been along time come for maturity
And I believe that its truly what it has to be
Cause as much as I admire you
My sexual desire, aint controlling me
See Ive got to know that
That I can be free with you and
Youve got to show that
That youre worthy of my time
Can you stimulate my mind?
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
And I know that it looks good,
But can you be a part of my life
And Im sure that it feels good
But can you be a part of my life
And it probably even taste good
But can you be a part of my life
Ive got to know
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
Can you be a part of my life?
I got to know that
song performed by by India Arie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bad Judgement
I'm between a rock and a hard place.
I don't even know what soft means.
I'm caught up in so much trouble
from some cockamamie scheme.
Everything looked so easy
and it would only be just once.
All I had to do is look the other way
and others would pull the stunts.
But things never work out the way you think
and there's a price to pay.
When you play with fire you get burned
for bad things come your way.
So here I sit in a pin stripe suit
with the dregs of society.
Can't smell clean air. Can't see the sun.
What's to become of me?
Inside these walls they read the Bible
and work out with heavy weights.
But I'm not like the rest of them.
I'll serve my time and wait.
I'm between a rock and a hard place
and I now know what soft means.
It's all about being free and easy
and keeping your conscience clean.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Free
I wanna know when you're gonna come
I wanna jump when you wanna jump
I wanna touch where it makes you mine
I wanna push till I get it right
Cause I'm free
Free to do the dirty things you like
I'm free
Free enough to do what's on my mind
When you go down and freak on me
That's when I'm free
That's when I'm free
I wanna fall so you can pick me up
I wanna scream until it hurts
When you think that I can't come up
I'm gonna lay down and show you what's right
Cause I'm free
Free to do the dirty things you like
I'm free
Free enough to do what's on my mind
When you go down and freak on me
That's when I'm free
That's when I'm free
I know what you're thinking
That you can't deny
Don't act like you don't want it darling you can't lie
Let me read your mind so I can come inside
Say you want it, say you want it one more time
I'm free
Cause I'm free
Free to do the dirty things you like
I'm free
Free enough to do what's on my mind
When you go down and freak on me
That's when I'm free, yeah
That's when I'm free, woah
I'm free
Don't you know I'm free
Don't you know I'm free and high
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Children Rise Up
Children rise up
Children rise up
You are free
You are free
From Satan's reach
Children rise up
Lead the way
You are the light
That sees us through each day
Children Rise Up
You are from God
Made in his image
And closest to his heart
Children Rise Up
Young and Old
Go out and profess the word of God
With earnesty and with soul
Children Rise Up
You are special
You are special
More so than the God's angels
For you are the angels
The leaders of the world
The light from the darkness
The most precious of us all
We are the children
Each one of us
Young and Old
Are from God's soul
In Him we believe
In HIm we shall succeed
Through turmoil and toils
God protects us from Satan's ploys
poem by Lee John Siebritz
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Be With Me
Youre going out tonight
You put your real cool looking clothes on
Youre getting uptight
About some little thing I said
All that I said
I couldnt play the game
It shouldnt make any difference to you
Go walking around night
The winds really blowing
Its too cold to talk
I wonder if shes knowing
She should be with me
It could set her free
Come with me
Be with me
A part of me
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
Everything we will see
Everything we will be
We will be
A new child is born
The mother is still waiting
Fathers over there anticipating
Wont you be with me
It could set you (us) free
Come with me
Be with me
A part of me
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
(free)
Da da da da da da da da da da
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Woman
And I say no (no), no more, I cant see you again
But I dont know if I mean it
I dont know if I just pretend
I make up my mind the feelings dead
But whos fooling who inside my head
And I know that I had the feeling
That somethings wrong
Its been out of my control for much too long
I always seem to want to fall in love
With the iron hand inside the velvet glove
But it feels too good
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
The voices say (stand up), I wish that I could
I feel the nail being driven in
But theres something about it that feels so good
Youre always the talk of the town
And the town wont shut up talking
til the king is crowned
And I know that I know you like it, hard and tough
Theres a lot of heat and spark, but thats not enough
The actor wants to skip the final scene
Tho the keys are in the getaway machine
I just cant go
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
And I know that I get the feeling
Theres something wrong
Its been out of my control for much too long
I always seem to want to fall in love
With the iron hand inside the velvet glove
But it feels so good
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Neutralize
In cluttered heads where worries lie
amid the harmless reveries,
A myriad of troubles vie
with varying degrees of pleas.
The winning ones reclassify
the rest as trivialities,
But lest such dreads intensify
cool heads employ penned strategies.
Self medicate with lullaby,
indulge poetic fantasies,
Let rhyme and rhythm overfly
or sample free verse subtleties;
A friend had a great idea for a game. He said-
'Well, you give everyone a suit of armour and a hockey stick',
'And what are the rules'? I asked,
'What rules'? he replied,
'I see', I said.
In lines of warp and weft I'll ply
a blanket of absurdities,
And thereby try to stifle my
hierarchical anxieties.
poem by Diane Hine
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Turning Back From The Abyss
Watch the contents of the bottle go down the sink.
Oh, how I want a drink.
I must resist, I must resist.
The smell of alcohol in the air.
I can almost taste it there.
Temptation is rife.
I must resist the urge, I must resist.
I open the window,
breath deeply in air
This is the first hour,
of the first day.
Time is my enemy
I have to ignore.
If I watch it go slowly,
I’ll only want a drink more.
Must go for a walk,
so its outs of sight
Oh, day turn to night,
night turn to day.
The streets are too busy
for anyone to notice me.
The road back is harder,
than the one I slipped down
The way is steeper.
Take a little step at a time.
With each new passing day,
Must keep the demons
and nightmares at bay.
I might stumble,
but I dare not slip again.
First rid your life of bottles,
shave everyday,
try to look presentable,
clean your clothes.
Theses are my daily vows.
Step out into the sunlight
Hold your head up high
Your going to make it,
through this day.
Tomorrow is somewhere else,
just think of today.
The minutes stretch like hours
You look at bottles on display
The demon inside you tells you
“Go in and buy one.”
No, you can’t go back
now that you’ve started.
Walk by, ignore what you see.
Take no second glance.
Just keep walking away
Temptation may be rife.
You’ve got to fight the urge.
No one said it would be easy
There was no magic cure.
You’ve got to think future,
make it your goal.
With every step you take,
think of smiling faces, cheering you on.
Family and friends, you thought were all gone.
Remember their faces.
See what they see.
They want you back,
the way you used to be.
Happy and loving and care free.
You owe it to yourself,
to see the whole thing through.
If you want that life again
Walk by the temptations,
every step along the way.
Dispel the demon,
everything he has to say.
You can do it if you want to.
Hand will outstretch
to help you through.
The way back is never easy
Take each day as it comes.
Oh, sure there will be bad ones.
You’ll cry for the bottle,
to ease all the pain.
Don’t reach for it
and drag yourself down again.
Remember if you fall this time.
you may never get another chance.
Take it while you’ve got it.
Go one make your stance.
The choice is yours.
The bottle or a new life.
The bottle, loneliness and empty again.
A new life, job, family and friends.
The choice is yours.
Think carefully my friend.
Make all the nightmares end.
I’m strong now, I’ll walk by.
I want what I lost,
all those years ago.
Straight ahead I look,
no second glance take.
I must climb this road,
no matter how long it takes.
29 Jan 2007
poem by David Harris
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Free n Easy
Aint it strange
That when youre onely
And your friends theyre not around
So you make your big decision
Get your feet back on the ground
When youre down
And no one wants you
And you wonder who you are
When your friends
They dont desert you
When you make it youre a star
But Im gonna stay
Free and easy
I know just what I am
Im gonna be free and easy
Well, Ive been through
All the heartaches
And Ive been through all the pain
But when youre up and riding high
Everybody stakes their claim
Im gonna be free and easy
I know just what I am
Im gonna be free and easy
Im gonna be free and easy
I know just who I am
Im gonna be free and easy
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The boss is away
When the cat is away,
The mice rejoice and play.
Freedom to relax and to sleep,
Only play, no work please.
Free to gossip, free to loiter,
Tell everyone it’s time to fritter.
No urgency, no hurry, no tension,
Everything must wait,
As long as you want to.
Personal work, personal problems,
Are more important folks.
So while the boss is away,
No checks, no supervision,
We are our own bosses.
Work at will or have a holiday,
Tea, coffee, merriment all day.
Let the workaholics slog and say,
Hard work, sincerity, honesty.
When the boss comes let’s see,
Whether to work or shirk,
Today is the day to rejoice,
Tomorrow will be a different day,
So be it.
poem by Ramesh Adwant
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Golf Tees Lament
Golf tees on my dresser
Golf tees in my bed
Golf tees on my pillows
Where they poke me in my head
Golf tees in my closet
Falling from my shirts and pants
Golf tees along the baseboards
Just like army ants
Golf tees in the carpet
And underneath my feet
Golf tees lined up on the mantle
Oh, they look so neat
Golf tees in my couch
And in my back and thighs
When I sit and watch TV
I feel those little guys
Golf tees in the kitchen
In Jurassic coffee mugs
Sometimes when I pass them
They look like prehistoric bugs.
Golf tees in the bathtub
Like sailors on plastic ships
Golf tee in her make-up
Like little bald q-tips.
Golf tees in the attic
Golf tees in the shed
Golf tees, golf tees everywhere
I wonder where they bred?
Golf tees out the backdoor
Like Hansel-and-Gretel’s trails
Golf tees in the flowerbeds
Among the mulch and snails
Golf tees in my car
And underneath the mats
Golf tees in the backseat
Like little baseball bats
But when I am at the golf course
I ask my partner, like a louse…
“May I borrow some of your tees? ”
I left mine at the house!
poem by Larry Buddin
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A free advice
In all the corners of world you may find readers
There is no dearth of talent and you will find many leaders
Every household is having President Obama and Princess Margaret
You may find their wisdom call at any time and they will proudly state
They are running commentary and have solution for all the problems
Unfortunately no one has approached anytime and consulted them
They are ready to render ant kind of service and boost of their image
They are furious at not being taken note of and express open rage
“It happens all the time” they may confide to friend circle of their dismay
How important role is waiting for them and they are readily available to play
They have no other choice but fall in their line and render the service
But unfortunately they can’t blame the system as no one comes for their advice
All statistical data are generated by them for ready reference
They may express unhappiness that why people draw no interference
There were times when people use to rush to them for direction
Now they are jobless and find easy time to comment for action
It is very easy to set some body’s house on fire
It is also very easy to avail services from others on hire
People may move round you all the time and admire
You will have your area to work with as golden empire
There is no dearth of people to gain their support
Ships may anchor at free and all weather port
How bees are attracted toward sweets to make honey?
People too may look towards you for easy money
It is said world can be made to bend
You act in good manner with feelers to send
They may work for you to crate impression
You will have all the right then for expression
Leaders are not crated over night
They have worked day and night for people’s rights
They claim to have far off vision with sight
They may prove their prophecy all the time right
You need go out for your rightful place
It is star studded gamble and mad race
You may be down with defeat and loose the face
There may be few who may emerge victorious in the case
World may listen to them with utmost care
They may want to know where they are
There where about may be known world over
They will be provided with safety cover
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Smilin'
The cover of a magazine, nothing but a paper dream
Just another fantasy for sale
Telling me what I need, what I should do, who I should be
That stuff don't matter to me at all
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
Guru man on my TV set, selling the secrets to happiness
1-800-Change-Your-Life-Today
Dreams, I've got my own; I ain't looking for a yellow-brick-road
I'm just gonna go my own way
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
Smiling (smiling), smiling (smiling)
The sky is blue and the sun is shining
I feel like a bum with a pocket full of diamonds
I'm free as a bird and my spirit's flying
That's enough to keep me smiling
I'm still smiling, gotta keep on smiling
I'm still smiling
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Take The Money And Run
Stuart elliot vocal
Ask yourself a question now there's a multiple choice
"you've only one shot, get it right", says a distance voice
Don't get your head into a spin
If only you could see the mess you're in
The enemy is closing in see the white of his eye
He's taking in his prey in sight it's just a matter of time
May the games begin the best man win
If only you could see the mess you're in
Is it the pride in you that wont let go
Is it the fool that wont let it show
Free yourself
If only you could see yourself
If you could see yourself
And when the heavens opened up and the walls come tumbling down
You know there is the only place to go
And when you've had enough of fighting
And every mean trick under the sun
But still you fear the worst is yet to come
Take the money and run
Countthe bottles one by one as the fall to the ground
Search your mind your heart your soul until the answer is found
But watch your step the ice is thin
If only you could see the mess you're in
The man in black looks down on you the insignificant one
To be or not if all so true the deal is almost done
It matters not you're lost to him
If only you could see the mess you're in
Is it the pride in you that wont let go
Is it the fool that wont let it show?
Free yourself
If only you could see yourself
If you could see yourself
And when the heavens opened up and the walls come tumbling down
You know it is the only place to go
And when you've had enough of fighting
And every mean trick under the sun
But still you fear the worst is yet to come
Take the money and run
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Time, Baby... Just Time!
jail time, heroin time,
back alley shuffle time,
standing in the soup line time....
sleeping in old cars time,
day work, selling blood time,
lost your job, no work time,
lost your house, nowhere time....
get your school in prison time,
radical free thought time,
fighting against the man time...
bum a smoke, a cup of coffee time.
woman done gone, aint coming back time.
food stamps and unemployment time...
kick off your damn chains time.
forgive, and forgiven time...
stand up and fight time,
hands joining hands time...
time, baby... just time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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