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Bilingual talent is a game
Enjoyed to stretch the mind, to test
A thought with humour - life’s a jest
To spend although the end the same
Remains - regardless tears or zest.
Intrinsic to the ludic frame
Creative rite writes ‘on[e] is best’ -
Eternity inters all fame.

26 June 1996
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Be At Ease As Poet

BE AT EASE AS POET

Be at Ease As Poet
Behind the poet's weighting game
Encouraging free mind to test
All limits passed, Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
End meets whatever tears or zest
Are shed within our brief time-frame.
Sustained creation's doubly blessed,
Expresses much, yet mocks vain fain
As fit for those who'd talents tame
Surrendering free choice, impressed
Perchance by base externals pressed
Out over reputation lame.
Ease grows through harmony, on cue
Transforms to guest strange reader's view...

See Source poem JUST JEST
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JUST JEST
Backchat repartee plays game
Encouraging free minds to test
All views with wit. Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
Remains regardless tears or zest.
Insightful is each ludic frame.
Creative art is doubly blessed,
Expressions shocking, mocking fame,
Belong to those who’d talents tame
Exploring – not that prepossessed
Arty-farty crafty pest
Tarting reputation lame,
Receiving much, and giving … blame …
ICE cold within {s[p]}oiled self acclaim.

26 November 2006
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n.b. {s[p]}oiled – soiled, spoiled, and oiled … soi led = self led

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Just Jest

26 November 2006
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n.b. {s[p]}oiled – soiled, spoiled, and oiled … soi led = self led

see below BE AT EASE AS POET
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BE AT EASE AS POET
Be at Ease As Poet
Behind the poet's weighting game
Encouraging free mind to test
All limits passed, Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
End meets whatever tears or zest
Are shed within our brief time-frame.
Sustained creation's doubly blessed,
Expresses much, yet mocks vain fain
As fit for those who'd talents tame
Surrendering free choice, impressed
Perchance by base externals pressed
Out over reputation lame.
Ease grows through harmony, on cue
Transforms to guest strange reader's view...

See Source poem JUST JEST
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Single Bilingual

They call this a community
I like to think of it as home
Arriving at the airport
I am going it alone
Ordering a boarding pass
Travelling in business class
This is the name of the game
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
I come to the community
From U.K. p.l.c.
Arriving at my hotel
there are faxes greeting me
Staying in a junior suite
So there's room to meet and greet
and after work explain how I feel
'Perdoneme me llamo Neil'
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
In Brussels, Bonn or Barcelona
I'm in demand and quite at home there
'Adelante!' Through the door
'Un momento, por favor'
This is what I get paid for
'Muchas gracias, senor'
I'm a player in the continental game
With unlimited expenses to reclaim
Information's easy
Tapping at my PC
That is the frame of the game
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
I'm single, bilingual
Single, bilingual
'Hay una discoteca por acqui?'

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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I liked the game, I enjoyed the game, and the game fed me enough, and gave me enough rewards to reinforce that this is something that I should spend time doing, and that I could possibly make a priority in my life, versus other sports.

quote by Julius Erving
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Must

She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.

poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Picture Frames

Picture frames that enclose the art
make the art stand out.
If the frame is not just right
better to do without.

For the artist had in their mind
what the frame should be.
But the framer who made the frame
did not know what the art would be.

So acquiring the knack of pairing them
is a talent all its own.
The picture itself cannot speak out
but it has always known
what its frame should be.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Gary Speed

Glory came early as did fame.
to Gary Speed there on the pitch.
Cheers he heard from adoring crowds
among the elite he found his niche.
With time’s passage he lost a step
even if he felt the same
but as he ran he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.

He coached to stay around the game.
After the cheers for him had faded
A friendly face, a familiar name
but as he coached he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.

For many, Gary was an icon,
a living legend of the game.
They failed to see the mortal man
with silence weighting on his frame
As he tied the rope he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Thanks for the MindGym

Thanks for the exercise
I like it
Keep my heart beat fast
Keep the blood enter my brain so fast
But it's not a good game
If it will broken many hearts
If it hurt many loving thought

Thanks for the mind set
Who set that kind of game
Sorry for unnotice the hints
For me try to life in a real thing
But sorry i love writing
I will keep doing
Even it will hurting
Many people who are hate me doing this thing

poem by Moonlight Tears
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Ill Spend My Life With You

By tommy boyce and bobby hart
People come and people go
Movin fast and movin slow
Im in a crowd yet Im all alone
The road is long the road is rough
I do believe Ive had enough
Im gonna turn around and head for home.
And I hope youre there
And you still care
And if you do,
Ill spend my life with you.
Ive had all the time I need
To rearrange my mind and lead
The life I thought I wanted yesterday
I played a game that couldnt last
And now some memries from the past
Have turned my thoughts around a different way.
And girl, I find
Youre still on my mind.
And if you want me to
Ill spend ny life with you.
[instumental]
And girl, I find
Youre still on my mind.
And if you want me to
Ill spend ny life with you.

song performed by by Monkees
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The Lost Master

"And when I come to die," he said,
"Ye shall not lay me out in state,
Nor leave your laurels at my head,
Nor cause your men of speech orate;
No monument your gift shall be,
No column in the Hall of Fame;
But just this line ye grave for me:
`He played the game.'"

So when his glorious task was done,
It was not of his fame we thought;
It was not of his battles won,
But of the pride with which he fought;
But of his zest, his ringing laugh,
His trenchant scorn of praise or blame:
And so we graved his epitaph,
"He played the game."

And so we, too, in humbler ways
Went forth to fight the fight anew,
And heeding neither blame nor praise,
We held the course he set us true.
And we, too, find the fighting sweet;
And we, too, fight for fighting's sake;
And though we go down in defeat,
And though our stormy hearts may break,
We will not do our Master shame:
We'll play the game, please God,
We'll play the game.

poem by Robert William Service
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Dear, Dare A Red Read - Polyacrostic

Jingle verse enjoy. In reversed jest
our game is hid - no orchestra in song, -
no signature, as no fit, link, strung strong
and taut traced are, for few see game addressed.
The care of each theme's wording to the test
here is pulled sharper. Read each line. Along
a web admired, placed true, is set among
new net mix dear. Note our name as none guessed.
Reach soul. Oh dare to free the thread expressed!
Over all sweet sound ends work to link, belong, -
bestirring can be. If thought inbinding's wrong
its warp reread in fairness, shriven guest!
Nut/kernel plan none smirk at, sense contest.
Judge, smile, and joy glean from a jest red blessed.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Best Always

Best always,
West always,
Crest always,
Rest always,
Nest always,
Pest always,
Guest always,
Arrest always;
But, it is set apart for a special use.

Lest always,
Jest always,
Test always,
Chest always,
Quest always,
Vest always,
Zest always;
But, you are set apart for a purpose.

Litter, glitter, bitter, critter, hitter, fitter, quitter, sitter;
And like a name well pronouced by its bearer! !
But, try to build up your life according to the plans of a positive character.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Your Diamonds

I do not own the hand
That writes freely your words
Nor will I try to tell you
How and what to write
No demands here, my friend
No selfish impositions
To stifle the ink that is yours,
The feelings only you can have
Little diamonds drilled
By your creative mind
They are your treasures
Yours alone!
So I in deep affection
Set you free
To be YOU
To lay before us
Your own colors
Your Jewels
Because you have
My Respect.

Cynthia BuhainBaello
June 5,2012

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Biz

ft. Hump

[Lil' Flip talkin']
ay this is for everybody
that wanna get in the rap game
this is for everybody
that think you just get in the rap game
and blow up over night
this is for everybody that think
its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's
and buy rolex's ha its better known
as bleed and suck look

[Verse One: Flip]
I started rappin when I was about thirteen
I was into basketball not this hip hop thing
I started doin talent shows I was bein curious
but I didn't know one day I would be serious
I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat
and I use to take my demo's to the end of my street
to another local rapper I thought could help
but in this rap game people all about theyself

song performed by by Lil' Flip from The Leprechaun
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Claim To Fame

What gives you this crazy thought
That you can talk to my woman
Whats your claim to fame
What gives you half a mind
To even think her name
Whats your claim to fame?
Whats your name?
Gonna give you just one more chance
To make amends to my woman
You got yourself to blame
Only thing thats left to do
Is to think real hard about what youre gonna do
About your crazy game
Whats your name?
Whats your name?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Whats your game?
Are you some top of the pops star?
What gives you this crazy thought
That you think you can talk to my woman
Whats your claim to fame?
What gives you half a mind
To even think her name
Whats your claim to fame?
Whats your name?
(charlton)
Copyright 1978 nazsongs/panache music ltd.
International copyright secured. all rights resereved.
1979 a&m records, inc.

song performed by by Nazareth
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What A Friend

Lady of the G..spot...
You are just a dot...
I've always wish that you...
Sh- or get off the pot...
In you I do not plot...

To me you are...
A save-a-lot...
You are truly my friend...
And that I want to never...
End...

But every now and then...
I ask if I came come in...
But I keep in mind that we..are...

Truly freinds...Platonic at best...
So my asking...is always in jest...
And maybe that is best...jset...

And anything other...I would be a pest...
That would be a mess...
But you rest...
We both have pass..the test...
I would love to fail...in jest...

We shall remain platonic...
Now that takes balls...
But that is my call...
We are friends after all...
And I am the freind in need...in deed...
Keep one eye open...
And the other eye on...
Jest...

whisperkwane
swtlamb@y ahoo.com

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Fame

As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Fame

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Vagabond

Dunno a heap about the what an' why,
Can't say's I ever knowed.
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky,
Earth's jest a dusty road.

Dunno the names o' things, nor what they are,
Can't say's I ever will.
Dunno about God - he's jest the noddin' star
Atop the windy hill.

Dunno about Life - it's jest a tramp alone,
From wakin'-time to doss.
Dunno about Death - it's jest a quiet stone
All over-grey wi' moss.

An' why I live, an' why the old world spins,
Are things I never knowed.
My mark's the gypsy fires, the lonely inns,
An' jest the dusty road.

poem by John Masefield (1902)
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light

It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Related quotes

Be At Ease As Poet

Just Jest

Single Bilingual

Must

Picture Frames

Gary Speed

Thanks for the MindGym

Ill Spend My Life With You

The Lost Master

Dear, Dare A Red Read - Polyacrostic

Best Always

Your Diamonds

Biz

Claim To Fame

What A Friend

Fame

Fame

Vagabond

Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light

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