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Afterthought

Stinking of hormonal musk,
Completely lost, distressed, distraught,
He's stiffer than an ivory tusk,
Upon this microscopic dot.

And yet he makes the best of things,
Without a plan, without a plot,
Strumming on his fine-tuned strings,
Harping on an afterthought...

poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Tusk

Written by lindsey buckingham.
Why dont you ask him if hes going to stay?
Why dont you ask him if hes going away?
Why dont you tell me whats going on?
Why dont you tell me whos on the phone?
Why dont you ask him whats going on?
Why dont you ask him whos the latest on his throne?
Dont say that you love me!
Just tell me that you want me!
Tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk!
Tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk!
Tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk!
Tusk! tusk! tusk! tusk!
Tusk!

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Keep On Strumming The Guitar Strings

my dear
keep on strumming the guitar strings
on this lonely night

where are the stars
are dead and gone

keep on strumming and let me simply
hum a tune for you

keep on strumming until your fingers
bleed until i stop singing until

the two of us become one
breathing soul
in our chosen spot
of silence.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ivory

You were born with a face that would let you get your way
Yeah you had everything you wanted child, that is until the day
you know you're much too fine and free, Ivory
You've been dressed in a vest, every minute of your day
You walk into a room, stand in a lit shade
Is your timer too high for me, Ivory
Ivory
How does it feel to be so high
Ivory
How long how long will it take for you to cry
Ivory
I'm in need
Ivory
Ivory
I'll touch your soul, might even touch your brain
I know you can't see me
I know your blind
Come back come back and see
Ivory
So good to me
Ivory

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Everything Is Going To Be Like My Plan

Duty must be fulfilled
But everything is going to be like my plan
People could lie to me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Pray may be often
But everything is going to be like my plan
Time flies uncontrolled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Destiny may not be cooperated
But everything is going to be like my plan
Other plan may ruin mine
But everything is going to be like my plan
Body is reaching the limit
But everything is going to be like my plan
The will should be strengthened
But everything is going to be like my plan
The anxiety may be doubled
But everything is going to be like my plan
Critics never disappear
But everything is going to be like my plan
Life is unfair
But everything is going to be like my plan
The way seems lost
But everything is going to be like my plan
Regret is gnawing my sense
But everything is going to be like my plan
The goal still far away
But everything is going to be like my plan
The future end may unseen
But everything is going to be like my plan
Source may not be enough
But everything is going to be like my plan
Things always change
But everything is going to be like my plan
Problem keeps occurring
But everything is going to be like my plan
World would laugh
But everything is going to be like my plan
Failure keeps happening
But everything is going to be like my plan
Memories may not help
But everything is going to be like my plan
Luck may test me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Love may not support me
But everything is going to be like my plan
Weather wants to rebel
But everything is going to be like my plan
The form may be different
But everything is going to be like my plan
Hope could fool me
But everything is going to be like my plan

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Gain and loss

I bought an idol made of ivory.
All said it was good; it got its glory.
Who must I be grateful to:
The seller, the maker,
The smuggler, the very tusk
Or the elephant slaughtered?
Is such gain worthy?

I lost the idol made of ivory.
A treasure was it; I got fury.
Who must I blame for the loss:
The inmates, the servants,
The thief, his need and creed
Or the society that valued it?
Is such loss a pity?

Credits and blames on tracing
Would fizzle out to naught.
03.07.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Away From My Moody Attitudes

The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.

The strumming of strings,
Heard on...
Your guitar,
Expands my mind with your melodies...
No matter if I'm moody.
Or...
Hard to please.

To witness the dew with mist lifting,
In the early morning dawn...
Comes to deliver a fresh acceptance,
With...
A feeling I can't miss,
To let drift away or go on with a need in me...
Internally I ssek to feed as if feasting.

The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.
I am not promised a repeating of these unique days.

The strumming of strings heard on your guitar,
Delivers a fresh acceptance with...
A feeling I just can't let,
Escape away.

Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
Away from my moody attitudes.
Only you can move me,
In the way you do...
Away from my moody attitudes.

Only you can move me,
In the way you do.

To give me what's overdue.

Only you can move me,
In the way you do.

To give me what's overdue.

Away from my moody attitudes.
And...
Only you can move me,
To give me what's overdue.
Away from my moody attitudes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fauna's lost and found!

To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its feather
to hats and decors
Another lost its fur
to those mink coats
One lost its tooth
to ivory bangles gosh!

Many lost their lives
to heartless hunters
Not only are they
on animal property encroaching
They are selfishly and greedily
also poaching
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Woe to that cut throat
fine and fancy fur coat
They lost it all to ruthless
merciless, thoughtless poachers
And even if this lost was found later
and confiscated by officers
Still how do you restore
this lost and found
to their rightful owners?
How do you return a severed tusk to the elephant?
Fur to the lynx cat?
Skinned skins to the python?
Or ripped feathers to the peacock?
And how do you restore life
to the poor dead fauna
As long as poaching is rife
Relax not in beach or sauna.

Peep through binoculars
instead of through guns
Shoot 'em' with cameras
instead of weapons
O' hunters shun hunting
with darned shotguns!

poem by S.zaynub Kamoonpuri
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Strumming The Strings Of My Heart

I watch you play,
Making a beautiful tune
The strings of the guitar shaking
As you sit in the light of the moon

Your plucking the strings
With great ease
Making a flowing melody
A pretty song, just for me

I continue to watch
You playing your guitar
Making me love you
While your strumming the strings of my heart

These strings will never be touched
By anyone but you
You go where no one else can
Leaving a mark, like a tattoo,
Saying I LOVE YOU

poem by Katniss Everdeen
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Elephant's Graveyard III

Sanctified by elephants since time began-
elephants who accept their end uncomplainingly
with relief and nary a snivel
having long ago made it a point to live their lives well
and confident of this just repose.

'Oh, my God, ' you think, 'all the ivory.'
Ivory laying about, half-sunk, everywhere
strewn, grass-entangled, trip-you-up ivory,
because that's what's left of an elephant, after a bit-
after a century or so, that's quite all that's left,
a tusk of ivory bearing in this respect

a sharp resemblance to a man's poetic toil
or the opera-ticket stub found in his breast pocket
by his grand-child, rummaging in the attic
a century after the time when the music stopped
and stopped forever, never to again resume;

toppled stalagmites of ivory, some taller than a man,
cracked by the sun, washed by the rain, buffed by the moon.
Surely, someone would buy all that ivory for market
dice to make, dominoes, piano keys, dentures;
But how to get it home-would Swiss-Air take it?

stowed in sheaths...

poem by Morgan Michaels
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Those Few Weeks...

i may be a surprise
you seeing me strumming the strings of an old guitar

and i shall not fail to remember on the first few weeks
after our wedding day
what a guitarist you are
strumming my smooth and glossy guitar

cautiously you made my my ribs sing
as i trembled with all joy

and perhaps you must remember too
how i caressed your hair
like i was finding some lyrics of my own song
for you that night
when the sky was young and the stars
were newly born

they were all flickering like some fireflies
we must remember....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Things I Have Lost

During my life I've lost many things...

I've lost my teddy bear

I've lost my blanket

I've lost my bottle and binkie

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I've lost my homework

I've lost my backpack

I've lost my books and glasses

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I've lost my keys

I've lost my cellphone

I've lost my wallet and my credit card

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But with all the things I've lost,

I've NEVER lost a person like you

and don't plan on it any time soon.

poem by Lydia Shivley
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Lost The Plot

There are people,
brainy, as can be
who live in a dream world
where everything is rosy
and never any troubles in sight.
They live in their fantasy
completely oblivious to reality.
They make decisions
that affect everyone’s lives.
Being so out of touch,
we often wonder if
they have completely lost the plot.

13 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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Prissy

There was a prissy missy
with morals, oh so silly
who tripped upon a lily
and fell into a pond.

Not wishing to be spotted,
looking wet and horrid
she never screamed or hollered
for help to come along.

So there, the prissy missy
bedraggled and distressed
did die beneath the water
in her fine new dress.

And as the mere did take her
she'd solace in the thought
that not a soul did see
her bedraggled and distraught.

The moral of this tale
is sad but very true
that if you're a prissy missy
no one will notice you.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Cau Sloncek

Little white lines will take your life
You smoke some stuff and try to ease your mind
Drown in booze your gonna lose
The stakes are your life when you try to pay those dues
You've got him breathing down your neck
And soon you'll see your just a marionette
Who pulls the strings
Who makes you do those things
Who pulls the strings
Who makes you do those things
You think your free but these chains you cannot see
They're wrapped tight on you and they never let you be
Sins desire will take you down to the fire
But God's the only one who can stop the twisted liar

song performed by by Zmelkoow
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Invisible Strings

(ian hunter)
One, two, three
Well I woke up this morning - theres a girl in my bed.
How did she get there? was it something I said?
I dont understand it but somehow it seems
She visits me in invisible dreams.
Over and over I try to explain
How did that girl get into my veins?
Did somebody send her - was it my velvet wings?
And how does she touch my invisible strings?
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Ill still be playing my invisible strings
Well maybe she dont have a world of her own
Maybe shes using me just like a phone
And sometimes shes cool and sometimes she stings
And Im all tangled up in invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing those invisible strings
Well she never leaves - Im never alone
I aint in the book but shes still calling home
I tried to lose her - watch the tv
But that womans always picking on me
Well, theres strings round my body, strings round my heart
Id like to know where the string-pulling starts
Id give anything to meet the angel who sends
Invisible ink to my invisible pen
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When youre wearing black and Im wearing wings,
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Now its all over when the fat lady sings
Well still be playing our invisible strings
Invisible strings - invisible strings
Oh yeah

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Ignorance Fuels Merciless Ivory Demand

Chinese middle class economic strong bursts
free of centuries poverty cycles in numbers
several hundred millions Chinese middle class
cannot honour live without new pride status

ivory luxury chopsticks jewelry 70% of Chinese
think are told elephant tusk teeth just fall out
of elephant mouths harvest like apples from trees
ignorance is reason merciless ivory traders can kill?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Carved Ivory

Walking naked and barefooted,
Moab will wail for Moab;
Naked and barefooted,
Gladness is taken away along with joy.

A Carved Ivory,
Fair as the moon with my mind on you;
To the heights of the mountains,
Bright as the sun with my mind on you;
To the bed of spices,
Love is like the fragrance of Lebanon!
To a Carved Ivory,
Our legs at war;
To a Carved Ivory,
Our toes for battle;
To a Carved Ivory,
Our bones so scattered;
Love is sweeter than wine.
prayers like incense,
Gladness is taken away along with joy;
Life is like a harp with ten strings where,
Wisdom is better than strength.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?

quote by George Villiers
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Guitar

Made up of six strings.
Has neck and body.
Just like a human being.

Sounds of the strings makes me smile.
Playing it and singing makes me more satisfy.
Whenever I see my guitar.
It makes me think of sitars.

Both are musical instruments.
Played by the musicians.
One time or two time.
Doesn't matter how many times...

poem by Yash Pradhan
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I Want You Around

Verse 1
On this day, Im walking a fine line
Imagining my minds fine, ok
Tougher than nylon
Safe as a house on the way
Chorus 1
My little darling
Dont you cry, it makes you look older
Cmon now hey, dont you be down
I want you around
I want you around
I want you arooooouuunnnnddd
Verse 2
Heres my plan, Im losing the halo
Its time to lay low man, some plan
Come the high water
Ill be your drowning man
Chorus 2
My little darling
Dont you cry, it makes you look older
Cmon now hey, dont you be down
I want you around
I want you around
I want you arooooouuunnnnddd
I want you around
I want you arooooouuunnnnddd
Bridge
While Im doing battle with myself and me
Im doing battle with gravity
And I cant face myself alone
I cant bear to be alone with me
Hey dont you be down
I want you around
I want you around
I want you arooooouuunnnnddd
Repeat to fade

song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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