As A Re-vamping Advances
Clamped!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
1-2-3...and,
Clamped!
Those with fantasies...
Tightening down with a clamp.
Those who don't believe,
A tightened down clamp...
Will be achieved,
And not romanced.
As a re-vamping advances...
To clamp!
'I love this.
I love the 'salsa' feel of it.
What are you calling this,
Rhythmic hypnoticness? '
~As A Re-vamping Advances~
'I like those key elements of change.
It's very close to a cha-cha.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Shall I Escape
Allergy symptoms, eyes skew, world upside
down everyone I know is gone, only empty
shells of ourselves left, the iron clamp on my
Hail Mary head still tightening-mea culpa-oh
yes I know full well something is wrong with
my vibrational skills I attract problems like a
magnet today, every choice made is wrought
with great danger-although what will happen
next is Heisenbergian uncertainty
I suspect it will continue the pattern of Unheil
und schmerzhafte Leidenschaft* - my early
morning attempt to change life into a lovely
safe place exploded and now I am lost at my
desk, the iron clamp tightening, tightening,
tightening still - and how shall I make my
escape - get a cup of coffee and regard
the world through a caffeine-induced
clearer eye?
*painful passion
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Your Stuff Is Enough
Look up
Not down
Or all around
When attitude you give,
Leave the blues.
You want to save that mess you address,
For some else,
Who's looking for bad news.
A clamp you wish to put on me,
To tie me up and chew me out as you please?
Well I ain't buying none of that,
Since I don't need a kitty cat with me to feed!
Look up
Not down
Or all around
When attitude you give,
Leave the blues.
You want to save that mess you address,
For some else,
Who's looking for bad news.
A clamp you wish to put on me,
To tie me up and chew me out as you please?
Well I ain't buying none of that,
Since I don't need a kitty cat with me to feed!
And fluffy you may think of me,
But your stuff is enough...
You best believe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ladys Aid Society
In every little town and village too
Somewhere in the neighborhood
Youll find a little band of ladies who
Cant stop doing good
Good for the pigeons in the park
Good for the weekly tea
Good for the national bank where they keep their treasury
Were the ladies aid society
And were really a great bunch of girls
Were the ladies aid society
And soon well take over the world
Here they come marching down the street
Witgh their picket signs in hand
With their blue and white pleated uniforms
And their all girl five-piece band
Down with long haired singing groups
Down with the mayor too
And if you;re under 65 theyre down on you
Were the ladies aid society
And we just want to sell you the truth
Were the ladies aid society
And its time we clamp down on the youth
Were the ladies aid society
And were really a great bunch of girls
Were the ladies aid soicety
And soon well take over the world
Were the ladies aid society
And we just want to sell you the truth
Were the ladies aid society
And its time we clamp down on the youth
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Voice
You may clamp the wings
You may chain the feet
You may snatch the sky
The heart can't still be caged
When the time comes to fly...
If you leave a graveyard
It will pull in vultures
When you make a garden
It gets you butterflies.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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You Run Your Mouth
Who doubt say, who doubt when i say, who doubt...
You cats keep beetin' up your chops
I had turn you over to the cops
I dig this spiel i'm going way on your gate
Don't cop your broom pop or buddy or mate
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You tell everybody i'm busted
You talk so much you got me disgusted
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
Yeh, you run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You start up telling me you're my pal
End up telling how to handle my gal
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You run your juicy mouth and i'll run my business brother
You run your juicy mouth and i'll run my business brother
You're always telling me what to do
Saying "i wouldn't do that if i was you"
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You clamp your liver lips and i'll run my business brother
Just clamp your liver lips and i'll run my business brother
If i follows your advice on how to make dough
I'd been in the jailhouse long ago
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
Yeh, you run your juicy mouth and i'll run my business brother
Just you run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
You tell everybody i'm busted
You talk so much you got me disgusted
You run your mouth and i'll run my business brother
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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You Run Your Mouth (And I'll Run My Business)
(words and music by Armstrong)
Who doubt say, who doubt when I say, who doubt...
You cats keep beetin' up your chops
I had turn you over to the cops
I dig this spiel I'm going way on your gate
Don't cop your broom pop or buddy or mate
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You tell everybody I'm busted
You talk so much you got me disgusted
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
Yeh, you run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You start up telling me you're my pal
End up telling how to handle my gal
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business brother
You run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business brother
You're always telling me what to do
Saying "I wouldn't do that if I was you"
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
(instrumental break)
You clamp your liver lips and I'll run my business brother
Just clamp your liver lips and I'll run my business brother
If I follows your advice on how to make dough
I'd been in the jailhouse long ago
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
Yeh, you run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business brother
Just you run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
You tell everybody I'm busted
You talk so much you got me disgusted
You run your mouth and I'll run my business brother
(C) Music Sales Corp.
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Inspect The Doors
Three, tree, free;
The sperms should fertilise the eggs is not,
There will not be a baby!
And like the muse of love in the land of lovers,
But i am diagonally stationed to respect you.
Clamp,
Provided,
Around;
Covered with love and fitted with roses,
But inspect the doors of your sweet love before you open them to others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pure Steel
Coming near the incarnation of an
unknown, sunflower seeds were cracking.
Trickling down the cleavage of a tormentor
reaching near the edge of poetry.
I ask you to clamp my name, the
gash on the book was bleeding.
Was it discretion of night to decorate
a battered and abused body of a doll?
Naked you cry on the shoulder of the moon.
This was my prophecy, this is my fate.
poem by Satish Verma
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New Me
Tossing away restlessly
Another night,
Sleepless with desire.
I wonder,
If I am living
Yet another dream,
Or is this
Another life?
But I did catch your eye
And in them
A glimpse of me.
Shameless,
Naked with
No abandon,
Just aching with desire.
Like the cool breeze
Who got lifted,
In the whirlwinds stride.
Its fire.
I feel the new me
Utterly beautiful,
Recklessly brazen.
No dark chains to clamp
My rainbow wings,
Their flight.
I hear the new me
Crooning the song of sunshine,
Bright, fresh notes
Not a touch of melancholy.
You sure have magic fingers
Love,
For no longer am i
The caterpillar
Crawling its painful path.
I am now this rainbow butterfly…
Just give me your hand
I am ready to fly.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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The stigma of the widowhood
When you strip a woman
Of her costumes and cosmetics
And clamp on her widowhood,
She might well turn to be
A mother, sister or daughter.
Doing it on an open yard
As a part of funeral
Is an injury inflicted
On a mother, sister or daughter.
Let her be free to do when
And let it be a private affair
What sanctity has it got
In the changed scenario,
Where widows are getting
Married as freely now?
Must she be bound with thali
And metti by the bridegroom
To be usurped in his death?
The stigma attached
To being a widow be torn.
Be she as free as a man
Before and after her marriage.
It is grace that man grants
Before woman demands.
15.05.2008
[the hindu custome]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Earthfast
Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,
Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;
Leave more than the painter's or poet's snail-bright trail on a friable leaf;
Can build their chrysalis round them - stand in their sculpture's belly.
They see through stone, they cage and partition air, they cross-rig space
With footholds, planks for a dance; yet their maze, their flying trapeze
Is pinned to the centre. They write their euclidean music standing
With a hand on a cornice of cloud, themselves set fast, earth-square.
Submitted by Stephen Fryer
poem by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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The Suicide Imp
You’re a kid in sandals sitting in a car
Whooshing high speed past heath
‘Say BOO! ‘ says the suicide imp
‘And you’ll all go spinning’
But you sit on your hands
You clamp your tongue in your teeth
You’re swinging alone in the park
The height of the stained glass pane
‘Slip off’ says the suicide imp
You tighten your hold on the chain
You’re cycling a hair-pin bend
Freckles speckling your face
‘Edge to the left, ’ he says
‘Woo empty space’
It’s the sunniest day in summer
You’re walking over a bridge
A hundred trees below are gently sighing
‘Jump, ’ says the suicide imp
‘And go out flying.’
The suicide imp is dark, he lives in a crack
The cards fall down for the joker in the pack
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Mina
Look and see the sadness on my face!
But, whose laughter will be the next and the best?
Look! ! For your own eyes have seen this day and,
Your own body has tasted my love.
This was what i have been waiting for!
And, you are a true friend and a true lover;
But now, the day is over and i can see clearly now.
I am the king's son-in-law but,
Your negative act today had brought sadness on my face!
Nut, but, hut, cut, brut, rut, out, lout, clout, bout, about;
And like the City that has gates and bars.
Flout, rout, grout, gout, pout, tout, stout!
But, i have now found honour in your sight;
And, i am deeply moved towards your love.
Mina! !
There kerosene lamp is closer to you;
Lamp, camp, stamp, amp, ramp, cramp!
But, try to do what is best always in this life.
Tramp, clamp, damp, champ, vamp!
I have now seen it in your eyes;
But, this night has been defiled.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aliens'....Mostly...
My right hand, clawed on arm rest starts to cramp
I dare not loose this tether lest I leap
My left hand shields my eyes, a trembling clamp
A millimetre gap affords a peep.
And so I watch as Ripley finds the nest
(This scene's the best, you're free to disagree)
...to rescue Newt, her suicidal quest
.....in whom the viewers have their hearts invest
.......she flambes eggs with amazonic zest
.........then plucks the girl before she is digest
...........finesses Queen in battle breast to breast
.............and leaves us high on cinematic crest!
But wait, we're told, it seems Newt WAS infest
Bad luck, she's dead, they said, in 'Alien 3'.
poem by Diane Hine
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Who am I behind You
my heart fall into the ground, like a moist in the ocean sea
mumbling like an oyster clamp into the ghetto of the lost
paradise of Poseidon
look my muscle like gladiator, weaken like Hercules, stress
out by Delilah on the eve of sleepless night, you have stand
in my memories, where everything loom so emptied in my
heart
give and strengthen, what might be seen, experience the
looting soul, crying with out tears, calling what the heart
cried and shout where nobody listens, the pain that numb all
because of love what then, is the prize but a tears that
bleeds deep into my soul
if the knot that hold you on the yoke of my shoulder, leaves
you the meaning of dying everything to me then, let me
touch thy sacred passion of who you are to me, where I
may looks up the sky and tell that you’re the pieces that
looses its taste in my heaven nest
as all may loosen the holy tie that close the door in your heart
this humble beginning of truth leaves no legacy that once in
your life time my heart lives in you the everlasting love of
mine who is and who was the future of your life......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Part Of The Club
A visit to the park.
Lets go play, yeah.
Your taking my home, job and lively hood but that's okay because I'm part of the club.
An anecdotal pun what fun.
We will be okay now hun.
Their here to save us from themselves.
That's the blind man kind of sense.
Your hands are not clean please rerinse.
For some reason it just so hard to believe the ones who deceive are here to help me.
I think more like their here to frisk me.
Make sure their is nothing left hidden.
With every cent, every dime I make with a smile they say oh hey that's mine and take
Now lets just dine on your food stamps.
Just stick your finger in this clamp after you already done it once and know of the pain.
Let me ask you a question, are you insane?
Better yet am I?
Am I so far gone that I can't see past the coming of a new dawn.
I think not.
I will not.
To join in your make believe reindeer games.
I'm just so sorry but the times have changed.
No matter how pretty the picture put upon this canvas is it is still the same.
So with you hands held out saying give give give watch as I spit in them.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Honey to Hussein
Honey-to-Hussein
Honey-to-Hussein
You've been a cloud in the sky,
Hussein did to my heart network.
Why me, did you get,
Did my heart Hussein oil.
I know now, are you there,
In secret, are you in secret,
Do you compete with the Yaren,
Hussein did to my heart mountains.
Do not release news from there,
I Do not Get Hi emission,
Carter Do not stay in my house,
Hussein did fit in my heart...
'Last spring I returned to Winter'
Demetevler I search,
I believe that the decision did not stay,
Did Hussein ties to my heart.
Çoş tu do fine spring,
He ran to the wedding of friends,
I was pretty choked voice,
Did my heart Hussein era.
Gözpı narları m does not stop,
Disease does not clamp down,
Thin wedding ring does not
Hussein Hu'ğ dun my heart.
City 24/02/2007 16: 18 Hour
sabit ince
poem by Sabit Ince
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In a Field on May Day
We lay within a bright yellow smear
of buttercups in a damp field in Suffolk
edged with Chantilly umbels of cow parsley
and our head and heart race ahead of themselves
as a May-Day wind that's half winter half summer
raises a swathe of goose bumps on your slight slim arms
that suddenly clamp the nape of my neck to crush
my face to yours and through my nostrils I can smell your
clean mouth and the old bonfire circle that's spiked with poppy seedlings celebrating the good fortune of their mineral rich home and in June their dark cherry plum flowers will slow passing cars and numb mouthed I break away first and fling myself down amongst the buttercups to study the tiny scattered brains of worm casts.
poem by Bob Dellar
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Be-bop-a-lula
*well
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby
Be-bop-a-lula dont mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby
Be-bop-a-lula dont mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula shes my baby doll
My baby doll my baby doll
Well
Shes the one in the red blue jeans
Shes the queen of all the team
Shes the woman walkin that I know
Shes the woman that loves me so
Repeat *
Well
Shes the woman whos got that beat
Shes the woman with the flying feet
Shes the woman walk around the store
Shes the oman gives me more more more
Repeat*
(come on riggs, clamp em)
Repeat*
Paul mccartney: thank you, thank
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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NICE TO BE MYSELF [Revised]
Exam over, steel clamp around my heart loosening
slowly, had to bind steel tightly around fearing loss
of motivation would kill my dedication, feared less
anxiety about outcomes, feared the ability to learn
was gone - that without rock-hard concentration I
would be unable to open a book, scared of proving
I am not able to retain what we learned in class,
scared myself into trying hard but I did not work
hard enough to achieve the highest mark, yet the
questions were fun, it was a privilege to follow the
course and I loved writing a blogspot note giving
my opinion on a movie - I chose ‘The King and I'
Which showed a woman empowered through
education and privilege in contrast with the life
of Edith Piaf - so tragic and sad, though she was
a celebrated artist - tonight is wonderful, fun
shows on TV - I am me - after having been
someone else, it is so nice to be myself…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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