Wave Lengths
WAVE LENGTHS
Automobiles take toll as urban streets
no way resemble freeway, long delays
show shell to shell pace tortoise slow which beats
the point of transport freedom roundelays.
So many crocodiles from sidewalk bank
tip to stressed tail procession suss out ways
short cuts cut second thoughts, each would gain rank
in dawn to dusk's infernal interplays.
Trafficking influence, chrome status symbols
guzzle gas as traffic jams spread craze,
with here a siren, there crash loud as cymbals,
pedestrian crossing hazardous dismays.
Waves up, down, town, cross-country, all directions,
stop/go, lights glow, car droves snarl intersections.
30 December 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Auto Mobiles - 1268 - Parody Spectra Witter Bynner
Automobiles take toll on the streets,
decoded as route rout riot symbols trafficking influence,
clash crash of status cymbals -
so many crocodiles riding roughshod over pedestrian crossings,
slithering uncurbed from the high street banks
upstream tide marks into the flow of traffic waves.
Uptown, downtown, cross-country, all directions,
stop/go, they glow in their own night reflections
mirrored on some grid map geo-t[r]opic,
spreading pollution upon the predatory river road of time,
spinning wheels on track for appointment which completes
numbered plate phase, until each meets
planned obsolescence...
(22 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A tortoise
the tortoise is just inadequate
she has been treating
the same way everyone
of another kind
a supercilious front
to shroud weaknesses
broadcasting insouciance
with a hard hard shell
she knows she has a birthright
a hard headed advantage
with its shell signed
with letters from heaven
nobody is allowed even to knock on
it, protected species
here she is behaving in ways
that turn people away
without even knowing why
ten thousand years from now
she would be still in her same state
and behaving the same way
one big curvy hard hard shell
as the world shuttles to a new sphere
poor tortoise! poor tortoise!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No Short-Cuts To Success
The righteous shall prosper
By sweat of their brows and prowess,
There are no short cuts to success!
Equal opportunities for one and all,
And to develop the intellect,
Should at all times be stressed;
Without seeking short cuts to success!
The third class compartments in our trains
Got re-christened as second class,
But the status of our masses,
Got even worse!
Such gimmicks and eye wash
Can no longer hold,
For there are no shot cuts to success
You have always been told!
Let the deserving prosper,
With the right man for the right job,
We are not handicapped or retarded,
No concessions or quotas are required
To get things started!
For the country to prosper, go down
To the grass roots; genuinely uplifting
The status of the masses, as our single
Holy mission,
Since our forefathers have made adequate
Provisions in our Constitution..
But we have failed to implement or redress,
So now seek short cuts to success! !
Tortoise Shell
The Cross, the Cross
Goes deeper in than we know,
Deeper into life;
Right into the marrow
And through the bone.
Along the back of the baby tortoise
The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge,
Scale-lapping, like a lobster's sections
Or a bee's.
Then crossways down his sides
Tiger-stripes and wasp-bands.
Five, and five again, and five again,
And round the edges twenty-five little ones,
The sections of the baby tortoise shell.
Four, and a keystone;
Four, and a keystone;
Four, and a keystone;
Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone.
It needed Pythagoras to see life playing with counters on the living back
Of the baby tortoise;
Life establishing the first eternal mathematical tablet,
Not in stone, like the Judean Lord, or bronze, but in life-clouded, life-rosy tortoise shell.
The first little mathematical gentleman
Stepping, wee mite, in his loose trousers
Under all the eternal dome of mathematical law.
Fives, and tens,
Threes and fours and twelves,
All the volte face of decimals,
The whirligig of dozens and the pinnacle of seven.
Turn him on his back,
The kicking little beetle,
And there again, on his shell-tender, earth-touching belly,
The long cleavage of division, upright of the eternal cross
And on either side count five,
On each side, two above, on each side, two below
The dark bar horizontal.
The Cross!
It goes right through him, the sprottling insect,
Through his cross-wise cloven psyche,
Through his five-fold complex-nature.
So turn him over on his toes again;
Four pin-point toes, and a problematical thumb-piece,
Four rowing limbs, and one wedge-balancing head,
Four and one makes five, which is the clue to all mathematics.
The Lord wrote it all down on the little slate
Of the baby tortoise.
Outward and visible indication of the plan within,
The complex, manifold involvednes,s of an individual creature
Plotted out
On this small bird, this rudiment,
This little dome, this pediment
Of all creation,
This slow one.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Margo Wants The Mustard
I watch her move up and down the beach, well
The fellows drool, but shes out of their reach, and
These are not a part of the scheme, but
Let them hope, and let them dream
So many dreams in the mind of the men, well
Come to life through a good one love
Margo walks in another place, well
Its in their minds, and its on her face
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Shes only got to smile that way when
It lifts your heart, throws your troubles away, and
When she moves, well Ive got to say
This rhythm method goes a long, long way
Its in the bones, and its in the head
This precious thing has got to be fed, well
I shouldnt say, but it must be said
Its even better when its in your bed
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
(a wop bop a loo mop, a lop bom bom)
[classic es solo]
I cant explain what she motivates, but
Its all around, but its hard to relate
It must be close to heavenly bliss though
How I wish I could follow this and
Splashing out all over the place
Pour it all over the human race, yeh
I may be starting another sin, but
Sit right back, watch the fun begin
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top...
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Broadway
(ian hunter)
Green lights on broadway
All the magic seems to say
Come and ride with me baby you know
Its got to be the greatest show on broadway
Out here on the streets they say
You can see your life in one day
I long I long I long I long I long to hear every single street singer
Oh what a mood that feeling brings
You can capture life in a jar
Chances are that youll find out on broadway
Who you really are
Sitting in a lonely room
Staring through the evening gloom
Shell never make the grade on broadway
Shell never spend exciting nights
Surrounded by a maze of lights
And stars that line the streets on broadway
Broadway
When the neon lights are shining bright
She knows shes going to make it someday
Broadway
You can hear the music of the night
She knows that she will
Broadway
When the neon lights are shining bright
Oh I know shes going to make it some day
Broadway
You can hear the music of the night
I know that she will
I said
Broadway
Oh how I love you how I love you
Broadway
How I love you how I love you
Broadway
Its your show I know I know
But chances are youll find out on broadway
Who you really are
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Dont Leave Her Lonely Too Long
(kostas/marty stuart)
Well my friend you ask me what to do
If I were you, and feeling blue
I know inside that you still care
You want her here, but shes out there
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
You still have time to change her mind
She needs to know, the way you feel
And there could be no better time
Youve got to show her your love is real
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Theres strangers waiting in line
To take your place and leave you behind
And then too late youll change your mind
Your heart will break a million times
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Dont leave her lonely too long
cause shell be gone, gone, gone
Shell be gone, gone, gone
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Victim Of Love
Victim
She can take you
Anywhere she wants to
She can show you things,
That make you weak
She can make you think,
That youre the only one,
She can steal your heart,
With just one wink,
Why shell hold ya tight,
And she wont let go,
Shell make it last and shell make it slow,
She tell you things that you should not know,
Cause your the victim, the victim of lo-o-ove,
Framed by the night, touched by the glove,
Your the victim, the victim of love,
She can freeze you, when she doesnt want to talk,
She can work it on in, yea she can go take a walk,
She can have or leave it, she can do the skidoo-o ,
Well you better believe it, shes having fun on you,
She can hold you tight,
And she wont let go,
Shell make it last and shell make it slow,
Shell tell you things you should not know,
Cause your the victim, victim of lo-o-ove,
Framed by the night, touched by the glove,
Your the vic-tim, victim of lo-o-ove,
Thats right,
Oh when shes calling you out,
You better run to her-er,
When shes just falling out,
Youd better care,
Oh when she needs somebody,
Oh you better run to her-er,
Oh when she gives in too soon,
Its just not fair.
Oh well shell hold you tight,
And she wont let go,
Shell make it last and shell make it last ,
And shell make it slow-o,
Shell whisper things,
Youd never know,
Cause you the victim, yea,
Victim of lo-o-ove,
Youre framed by the night,
And touched by love,
Youre the vic-tim,
Victim of lo-o-ove,
(repeat, fade.)
song performed by by Cars
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The search
he asked why i wrote
so many sea poems
and i immediately told
him i am still searching -
my desire like waves
sweep onto shore -
for that bright shell that
would reveal the patterns
of my poetic thoughts
what is your poetic thought?
he asked and i told him it
would be the vastness of sea
with that one shell that holds
the fascination of a whole
creation
he asked how that shell is?
and i told him i am still
searcing for it in the sea of my thoughts.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sounds Of Reality
You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.
You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.
The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.
Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.
You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.
24 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Erica Kane
[verse:1]
Shes back on the street her fear for night
Feel you with grief she cuts like a knife
Beck you the things that no others could do
She turns a profess into a fool
Oh she aint hard to get the girl gets around
Those that she met their distant to drown
Shell make ya change like you like you never believe
She turns a working man into theif
Oh
[chorus:]
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica (erica kane)
Shes erica erica erica erica (yo yo)
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica(erica kane)
Oh back on the block shes at it again
Shell be your friend as long as you spend
I know she torn whole familes apart
She shoot a posion arrow straight threw your heart
Oh this is the day for erica kane
Theres nothing to lose none for her gain
Shell make a honest man steal from his folks
And drain a million man until he go broke
[chorus x2]
[bridge:]
I really dont think you should mess around
Cause all shell do is bring you down
And theres nothing for you to gain
And she goes by this name...
[chorus x2]
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Sea Shell
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, O Please!
A song of ships, and sailor men,
And parrots, and tropical trees,
Of islands lost in the Spanish Main
Which no man ever may find again,
Of fishes and corals under the waves,
And seahorses stabled in great green caves.
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Today I accidentally stepped on a snail on the sidewalk in front of our house. And I thought, I too am like that snail. I build a defensive wall around myself, a 'shell' if you will. But my shell isn't made out of a hard, protective substance. Mine is made out of tinfoil and paper bags.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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A broken string of a Cello
The poet TYP (Pseudonym) in the poetfreak who introduced me the greatest cellist Jaquueline Mary du Pre. Merits for him!
Jaqueline Mary du Pre was a British Cellist
One of the great players,
Her career was cut short
By multiple *Scierosis, which forced her to cease
Performing at the age 28, and led to her premature death
At the age of 42.
Death always a dilemma for me?
Just imagine a hard shell tortoise lives for a long
And this poor human beings bring to the guillotine
Within a short period?
Who thinks human being's a guinea pig for their experiments?
Anyway it's not fair indeed and the guise of the Life is ridiculous!
* Abnormal hardening of the body tissue?
Human should get only the soul and live a long like the tortoise!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Without Me Around
You said she asked if you knew where she could get
Some old boxes
Cause she was going to pack up everything she owned
Where the closest u-haul place is
And what the cost was
This time tomorrow shell be gone
She says she knows of a place to sell her ring
For a good price
That and what she saved will get her by
If she can find a job in that little town
That shes headed to
To start over with her life
Chorus:
Without me around
Taking up her time and tying her down
Without me in the way
Shell be free to enjoy the freedom
You say shes found without me around
Said she didnt know what she was getting into
When we got married
But she knows damn well what shes getting out of
Said shes had enough of a man whos never there
When she needs him
Shell be better off in the long run
Chorus
What she found without me around
song performed by by George Strait
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She Used To Say That To Me
Lets take a rest
Your kisses take my breath
You are the best
Its never been like this
Chorus:
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that to me
It thrills you so
When she whispers soft and low
Please hold me tight
I need your love tonight
Repeat Chorus
Im yours, she sighs
And she means it at the time
But someday shell go
If youre wonderin how I know
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that
She used to say that to me
Over and over so sweet
Shell tell you shell never leave
She used to say that to me
She used to say that to me
song performed by by George Strait
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The Image Of Me
Yes I know shes the life of the party
And without her things here would die
Oh but dont you be fooled by her laughter
She has her sad times, she knows how to cry
She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone shell tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed
That Ive made her the image of me
Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
And she loved me til I dragged her down
Then she gave up and drifted away
She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone shell tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed
That Ive made her the image of me
song performed by by Tom Petty
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358
you once said
you are unhappy
you live on this hard shell
of a tortoise
and your burden
is such that you cannot
really move freely
as a bird with its wings
you wish the burden
melts into your skin
and it is done
then you say
the skin binds you
and the flesh and bone
are burdens too
you want something
lighter like the feathers
of a free bird
something light and easy
and verily free
and it is done
i am happy to see
you flying in the skies
doing some acrobatics
in space
chirping some melodies
under the trees
diving in the sea
teasing the rivers
and this hovering
on the cows
and today i hear
a different song
a sad song from a bird
by my window
it is you
you want to return
to the hard shell of
the tortoise
you miss the silence
and the privacy
of your hiding
now, you have doubts
what burdens are
what freedom is
and this cannot just
be easily done
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What You Are Saying
you once said
you are unhappy
you live on this hard shell
of a tortoise
and your burden
is such that you cannot
really move freely
as a bird with its wings
you wish the burden
melts into your skin
and it is done
then you say
the skin binds you
and the flesh and bone
are burdens too
you want something
lighter like the feathers
of a free bird
something light and easy
and verily free
and it is done
i am happy to see
you flying in the skies
doing some acrobatics
in space
chirping some melodies
under the trees
diving in the sea
teasing the rivers
and this hovering
on the cows
and today i hear
a different song
a sad song from a bird
by my window
it is you
you want to return
to the hard shell of
the tortoise
you miss the silence
and the privacy
of your hiding
now, you have doubts
what burdens are
what freedom is
and this cannot just
be easily done
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secret Garden
Shell let you in her house
If you come knockin late at night
Shell let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
Shell let you deep inside
But theres a secret garden she hides
Shell let you in her car
To go drivin round
Shell let you into the parts of herself
Thatll bring you down
Shell let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, dont think twice
Youve gone a million miles
How fard you get
To that place where you cant remember
And you cant forget
Shell lead you down a path
Therell be tenderness in the air
Shell let you come just far enough
So you know shes really there
Shell look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
Shes got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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