The House that Kevin Built 2008 Version
Buzzword b[l]eached pompos_city
unhinges poetic experience's
foundations.
Quickie contests try city zen patience,
sat on a mo[nu]ment
rapping at grief.
Contest[ed] cliques p[l]ay it forward
feature backward thinking,
[ill]iterative judgements often biased.
Uncommented gems, rhyme overlooked
alongside ready vers libres rants,
compete with time for lebensraum.
(5 June 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Chalk White
Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two
Forward/Backward
Save yourself, from nothing, from no one
Forward/Backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself ouy of it
You think you're right but it ain't right
You think it's right but it ain't right.
Cease the slide, use the talent god gave you
Forward/backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself out of it
You think you're right, but it ain't right.
You think it's right, but it ain't right.
Forward/Backward
Forward/Backward
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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My Foundations
A house is nothing
Without its foundations.
Just as much as
I am without my foundations.
Foundations hold everything together.
Safe, intact and ready for anything,
Ready for renovations,
Or in my case changes,
Ready for tornadoes,
Or in my case challenges,
Ready for earthquakes,
Or in my case very down days,
Foundations make things ready for life.
Without foundations
A house cannot be built,
Without a house.
A couple cannot make a family,
Without a family,
A home cannot be made,
And to me home is everything,
With my foundations,
I wouldn't have grown up in Guelph,
Without my foundations,
I wouldnt have had a perfect childhood,
Without my foundations,
I wouldn't have travelled across the world,
Without my foundations,
I wouldn't be who I am now,
Without my foundations,
My life wouldn't have so much love,
Without my foundations,
I would be nothing,
Just like a house is
Without its foundations.
I am proud and grateful,
To call my foundations,
My mother
And most of all my father.
poem by Music Galore
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Quickie
Ready for this one
Nivea
Rasheeda
Yeah
[Rasheeda:]
He like the way my pinkie sitting pretty
Underneath my mini Im ready for a quickie
Give him a quick striptease drop it low
Let him squeeze what my Bs like some double Ds
Only got a few minutes
I can play with
Show him how us ghetto girlz like to get it get it
I aint pimpin I see your body out of tension
So come and get it cuz Im working with a time limit
[Verse 1:]
Give it up give it up quick to me
I gotta run can we make this kinda quick you see
Give me your love like you always do it to me
(I need your love but we gotta rush)
Keep it low shine low not to loud
Do it all make it fast know I like it round
Make me scream like a witness on a murder scene
(Wont you come and break me of right here)
[Pre-Chorus:]
It can be outside on the hood of your truck
It can be how you want it just hurry up
Hit it up put it down till you get enough
Ooh ooh
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (oh oh)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Verse 2:]
Makin love all night sounds good to me
But I just need a little taste of my babys free
And only you can bring it to me like you need to bring it to me
(I need your love will you take over me)
Make a girl wander what the hell you put on me
When you pull up know its up Im so ready
And I dont mind if you say that Ima get it right
(Let me tell you what I need)
[Pre-Chorus:]
It can be outside on the hood of your truck
It can be how you want it just hurry up
Hit it up put it down till you get enough
Ooh ooh
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch me)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (oh)
I just cant get enough (ooh)
Come get all of my love (hey)
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Verse 3:]
You know what I want and
I cant hide it all from you
Change the way you work it
Im feenin baby hurry come on
(Give it to me)
Cuz baby I need you
(Im making you please)
I gotta feel all of you
(Feeling freaky you know what I need)
Got me bout to scream oh
[Rasheeda:]
He always touch me in the right spots
And do the damn things that keep me so hot
Love it when I get up on top
And ride him like 4-54 drop top
Dont matter the time or place
Cuz I think Im sitting in my car but Im sitting on his face
And I do it all on my lunch break
Quickie a day keep a playa so straight
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (Im feenin)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love (oh ooh)
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch (for your touch)
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
[Chorus:]
I feenin for your touch (touch me)
I just cant get enough (baby baby)
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
I feenin for your touch
I just cant get enough
Come get all of my love
Not tryin to be nasty
I just want a quickie
song performed by by Nivea
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You cannot avoid making judgements but you can become more conscious of the way in which you make them. This is critically important because once we judge someone or something we tend to stop thinking about them or it. Which means, among other things, that we behave in response to our judgements rather than to that to which is being judged. People and things are processes. Judgements convert them into fixed states. This is one reason that judgements are often self-fulfilling.
quote by Neil Postman
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How do I parody? after Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How do I love thee?
How Do I Parody?
How true I parody! Let me count the ways.
I parody in depth, taste copy paste insight
My mind can reach into your writing quite
Through APing Ways and Means, through rhyme’s mainstays.
I parody to the level of everyday's
post hosting feed, by sun, electric light.
In vers libres freely, sonnet set to right;
I pastiche purely, rarely spurning praise.
Reparody with passion put to use
through griefs, beliefs, rehearsed, though wanting faith.
I parody love’s theme, who dreams accuse.
Newfangled paints b[l]end colour bending brea[d]th,
Smiles, tears, [p]rune poem’s life! - and, if judge choose,
gold goblets garner, googled after death.
Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee
12 February 2007 revised 10 June 2008 and 30 September 2009
for previous versions see below robi3_1323_brow7_0001 PSX_IXX
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How do I Parody?
How do I parody? Let me count the ways.
I parody in depth, with taste and with insight,
my mind may reach into your writing quite
through APing Ways and Means, through rhyme’s mainstays.
I parody to the level of everyday's
intimate grace, by sun, electric light.
in vers libres freely, sonnet set to right.
I pastiche purely, rarely turn from Praise,
reparody with passion put to use
through your old griefs, beliefs, though wanting faith.
I parody with love I’d never lose,
use paints newfangled, shading E.B.B.ing breath,
still showing your life's smiles, tears, for, should judge choose,
my golden goblet fame lives loved past death.
Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee
[c] Jonathan Robin - 2 February 2007 revised 10 June 2008 robi3_1611_brow7_0001 PSX_IXX for previous version see below
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Parody Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet XLIII How Do I Love Thee
[c] Jonathan Robin - 2 February 2007 robi3_1611_brow7_0001 PSX_IXX for previous version see below
Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elisabeth Barrett BROWNING 1806_1861
poem by Jonathan Robin
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No Life Is Right Until Lived
When the thrill of living my life has quieted to end,
I will not be discovered procrastinating with any fears.
Or recovering from regrets,
Of not facing challenges to overcome when first met.
Nor is my life in any position for anyone to place bets.
Although I may choose to take those risks 'I' accept.
I am a work-in-progress taking forward not backward steps.
I live a life lived unafraid to make mistakes.
And those monitoring perfection based upon etiquette,
Are powerless to suggest what my identity should be to please.
Since this life I live is 'my' experience without boundaries.
And I will dream to adventure and explore to make known.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed.
With...
Or without,
Judgements heard that are passed...
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
No life is right until lived as one decides it.
And...
As one decides what life is right for them to live,
Who can demonstrate what perfection is?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rapping isnt just rhyming and Poetry isnt just loving.
Poetry is like Rapping a game of grate rhyming and of victory. Rapping is suposed
to be mean and poetry is suposed to be lovey and sappy.
I say rapping and poetry mean what they mean.
keep rapping and rhyming dont let no body tell you how to write what u feel
Rapping is a game of give and take Poetry is a game of rhyming and english words
Rapping is not just a game and poetry is not just the name of rapping with love.
poem by Debbie Ledford
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For Those Who Seek Comfort
Now that the race has been won...
You can move forward with your agenda.
And those plans you are ready to implement.
'Oh...
That's right! '
You 'are' ready to implement those plans?
'Uh, yeah.
As soon as we can figure out what they are,
We are certain to come up with something.'
But you won a race,
On the basis you are prepared to move forward.
'Uh...
Yeah.
Gee!
Well...
We'll have to go backward first,
To see if moving forward is in the best interest...
For those who seek comfort,
In a past that no longer exists.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Biased Rants
Biased rants channeled,
And done to convey one's frustration...
Comes across as a wasted and lost diatribe.
Especially if it is delivererd to one,
Who has vowed to stay as far away as possible...
From those expressing their sentiments intellectually.
When hearts are not trying to connect.
And some minds are just not into cross word puzzles,
At the time they are presented.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who stands with me?
True poets write in meter.
Not because they think it’s neater
but because the flow is sweeter
When their words are read aloud
as they perform before the crowd.
Their poems pass the acid test.
Prose writers do not choose to rhyme.
They see it as a waste of time.
Although their word choice is sublime.
Without meter it is prose,
not poetry as they suppose.
Their definition I contest.
Poetic prose it’s plain to see.
Can not be classed as poetry.
I can accept you disagree.
I know I have a biased view
I think I am entitled to
Decide which one I like the best.
I choose meter every time
Preferably with lines that rhyme.
I find such poetry sublime.
Though I enjoy well written prose.
Each to his own I must suppose
So write the way that suits you best.
I am old fashioned I admit
and not one whit ashamed of it.
I do not find rules inhibit.
Free expression of my views
They merely mean I have to choose
the words that will express them best
Free form, free verse, poetic prose.
Are methods other writers chose
as being fit for their purpose.
To rebel against fixed form.
Which was regarded as the norm.
Just to be different from the rest.
But fashions change and now free form
Must be regarded as the norm.
I see no reason to conform.
I choose to write my poetry
In the old way that pleases me.
A lonely voice raised in protest.
The wheel of fate will slowly turn
Metered poetry will return
and well deserved plaudits earn.
I hope I live to see the day.
when classic poets can display.
That fixed forms can outshine the rest.
Monday,06 December 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Gilt Written - after Shel Silverstein Snowball
I prayed myself a_trophy,
as golden as could be,
so Vivian and Sophie,
on PH poetry
could [g]ape at gilt reflection
praise find for rhyme ahead,
ignoring recollection
mind's guilt ridden instead.
Winged trophy I would merit,
make Pegasus so proud,
hear nightingale and ferret
recite my rants aloud.
Alas, verse earns no pennies,
points can't be traded in
for sense, cents, spinning Jennies,
lest stanzas' stall begin...
I'll seek through silver second
sweet consolation prize,
feat which at least is reckoned
worth more than Styxs hiss sighs.
Perhaps Judge tender-hearted
shall honour my request
if not, I'd best get started
on bronze song jest in_quest
Ingesting judgements hasty
my tasty morsels may
sell more than punning pastry,
internal interplay
perhaps bright bronze write earns me,
if not I'll add, ahem!
my Muse, pray never spurn me,
bestowing just H.M.!
[c] Jonathan Robin - Parody Sheldon Silverstein Snowball written 7 June 2008
Snowball
I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it's head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed.'
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Are You Ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Blind As Eachother
take me back to when
forever ment forever
together ment together
happily ever after.
I crave for you affection
i dont want to cause pain infliction
i wish for you to love me
set my soul free
from the bars of memory
some say past is dead
but the future and present is memory fed
it takes and plucks
lets them fly for the whole world to feature
unleasing many a creature
for we are not the ones the judge
who is blind and who is deaf
like the other
as we are all as blind as each other.
poem by Emily Ecstacy
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What It Takes To Achieve Patience
The returning back,
From a dead end that traps...
Will eventually teach patience,
To the one who rushes forward...
With a determination to prove,
Stubbornness prevails.
Fails.
And heartbreaking will be the attempts,
Observed by those who did their best...
To prevent the event.
But one this can not do...
When a child with an adult appearance,
Chooses not to listen?
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
We can instruct with books.
And believe it takes stern looks.
But experience is the teacher.
Experience does more for opening up the mind...
Than nagging or reminding someone,
Of what they should do for themselves.
And what is more important for them,
They should concentrate to find!
And...
What it takes,
To achieve patience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Comparing Deeds Done
An exhaustion that comes,
To the one giving...
Seems to go overlooked,
By what others do to share.
As if a competition in a race is there.
Instead of feelings that are genuine,
When comparing deeds done...
At social affairs.
Amongst those they are who benefit,
From their being in cliques.
Just to say how their time is spent.
Regardless if what is done is effective.
And generating an effectiveness,
Seems for many not to be their purpose.
Or an involvement to them really meant.
'Then what is their purpose? '
That's a good question to ask.
But I'm just an observer.
I am not the one behind the assigning to them tasks.
'Then you have time to waste! '
Are you kidding?
I am on my way to another hat fitting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ill Compete
Ill be your promotional copy in this here number one band
Take your business beyond your furthest dreams sounds
Sounds great sounds really grand but wait
Let us hurry now time is catching up
And it looks like the music hall race has caught me up
But Ill compete (yeah yeah)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (with the rest of the pack)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (on the beat)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (with a full deck)
For all that Im worth
Ill be your popswop, come floppy disc, race you along the upper deck
Retrieve from you my with-held treasure,
Then watch you sink with you sunken rotting wreck,
Let us hurry now, time is running out,
Lets not forget time is money said the business man to his faithful scout.
But Ill compete (in the national press)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (with the back chat)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (on the beat)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (international)
For all that its worth
We must hurry now time is closing in
And Im getting no younger in fact
Im five years closer to my pension scheme
But Ill compete (yeah yeah)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (for the ratings)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (on the beat)
For all that its worth
Ill compete (with the rest of the pack)
For all that Im worth
C-c-c-c-compete
C-c-c-c-compete
song performed by by Madness
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Ready For Love
I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity
I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing
I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patience
song performed by by India.Arie from Acoustic Soul
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Words Are Like
Bricks of literary masonry
Stones of literary foundations
Clay of poetic and prosaic compositions
Matter of sculptural creations
Gems from heart of unfathomable beauty
Elements of mind's mines of rarity
Threads of gossamer weavings
Cement of strength and love reinforcements
Basis of all literary activities
Lights that dispel darkness of minds and hearts
Stars that fill the thinking galaxies
Fronds that clothe all vegetations
Miracles that allure minds that read
Magic those entertain and make people revel
Feelings of hearts painted in style
poem by John Celes
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Almost Poetic
It's almost poetic
The way you speak
It's almost poetic
The way you think
The way you sleep and dream
It's almost poetic
The way I feel for you
It's almost poetic
The way we argue
It's almost poetic
When we say goodbye
Not knowing the next time
We'll see each other
You are the curved line
And I am the dot
That creates the question mark..
And it's almost poetic
If it were not so pathetic.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Motivated By Ambition
Competition?
Of course I welcome it.
I awaken ready to compete.
In fact,
I may get no sleep...
In preparation.
If I can do better than I did,
After I did something done...
I am not pleased with myself!
I can not rest,
To remain idle like some.
Wanting to prove that what I do,
Is merely a personal test to become better.
And I can not sit wishing for this!
I am motivated by ambition.
And resisting it I can not dismiss!
Competition?
Of course I welcome it.
I awaken ready to compete.
In fact,
I may get no sleep...
In preparation.
Who do I compete with?
Myself!
I do not need anyone else...
To leave behind in exhaustion.
That has been tried.
And I became too satisfied.
Proving to others what I could do...
Provided no challenge at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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