Blind Bid to Boston
The pilot left his seat.
Some stood upon their feet.
They looked in disbelief.
But none of them could fly,
Or dared to even try.
The pilot munched on snacks.
And then he took a nap.
No one knew what to do.
No one there before had flew!
And then someone yelled,
'Hey, let's play 'Bid Whist'?
It's the best when there's tension.
Hey...let's all play Bid Whist.
Someone might get a Boston or two! '
As turbulence rocked the plane,
Someone bid a five 'no'...
Downtown without any fear.
Another nixed that,
By declaring a six low.
In 'diamonds' they said very clear.
And everyone there in the air,
Forgot their cares.
No one dared to mention their plight.
They were all in the game of 'Bid Whist'
And one aboard made a blind bid,
To Boston that night!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friendly Skies
Missy:
Yeah
A little slow jam
Kiss me Hold me
The weatherman says it's gonna be
Cold tonight
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever whatever
Whatever man you wanna do
I'll be the pilot
Don't miss your flight
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Until we reach the game
I'm stewardess of the plane
Feel the turbulence and maintain
Please refrain stay in your seats
Ginuwine:
Take me higher
Let's just go for a little
Joy Ride
Whatever man
Whatever whatever whatever whatever
Let's stay
Buckled up
And let's make love
Across the friendly skies
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain Stay in my seat
Till I reach the game
I'm passenger of this plane
I feel the turbulence I maintain
I will refrain
I stay in my seat
I want you (I want you)
Baby
song performed by by Missy Elliott from Supa Dupa Fly
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Don't Alarm The Passengers
Steward...
Is it my imagination,
Or is the plane flying without a pilot?
'Don't alarm the passengers,
But yes.
The conservatives aboard,
Have decided those liberal...
Are in too many positions of control.
And wish to replace the pilot,
Because it is assumed...
He is a Muslim, born in a different country.
And determined he is no longer qualified to fly.'
But don't they realize all of us might die?
'I have been promised a high paying position,
By them...
When the new pilot is found and we land.
However...
No one else aboard has the guts,
To sit in the pilot's seat.
So I'm doing my best to keep all of you calm.'
Are you NUTS?
'Sir,
I must beg of you to lower your voice.
We have many conservatives flying first class.
And they will be distubed by your outbursts! '
But we all will die without a pilot!
'Hopefully not.
Many are now praying to have someone appear,
Who poses no threat to their stolen traditions.
And that person not be of color.'
What difference does that make?
'Many on board...
Rather die than be saved by a Negro! '
Are they all INSANE?
'Sir,
I must beg of you to lower your voice.
Don't alarm the passengers,
But yes.
The conservatives aboard,
Have decided those liberal...
Are in too many positions of control.
And wish to replace the pilot,
Because it is assumed...
He is a Muslim, born in a different country.
And determined he is no longer qualified to fly.'
So...
What happens? ! WHAT HAPPENS? ? ?
'Sir,
Please lower your voice.
What happens?
Whatever happens...
I'm sure no one will ever learn a thing! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everybody Knows
I got your number right off the wall
Bristol 285 wont you give me a call
Well I was 15 thought I was hot
I didnt know if youd see me or not
And that night as we stepped out
We were hand in hand
But my friends all seemed to know you
I couldnt understand
That everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
You seemed so shy so all alone-y
Without any hint of ever being phony
But then the little things that came to light
Like the strange hours you worked late at night
And as we laid in your bed that night
You made me feel like a king
Then as I looked into your eyes
I heard that telephone ring
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
But nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
Oh no, they dont want to know your game again
(instrumental)
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
Nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
And everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
(instrumental to the end...)
song performed by by Ufo
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First Things First
There we were, on our flight to London, Paris and Rome
When I realized we must immediately return home
I insisted the Pilot turn the plane around
And get us back down on the ground
The pilot hemmed, jawed and hawed
After all, it was Europe we were headed toward
But when he finally understood, he agreed
To turn the plane around 180 degrees
So we wouldn’t visit the Eiffel Tower, or London’s Big Ben
Forget about the audience with The Pope in the Vatican
It was first things first and I understandably reckoned
That compared to where we were headed, they all came in second
After landing, we grabbed a cab and home we went
Got dollied up for our important event
We dared not be late, couldn’t be tardy
For our annual Writers Club holiday party
poem by Stanley Cooper
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The Miller's Bold Daughter
Es heult der Sturm, die Nacht ist graus,
Die Lampe schimmert im Müllerhaus.
Da schleichen drei Räuber wild und stumm -
Husch, husch, pist, pist! - ums Haus herum.
Die Müllerstochter spinnt allein,
Drei Räuber schaun zum Fenster herein.
Der zweite will Blut, der dritte will Gold,
Der erste, der ist dem Mädel hold.
The storm wind howls - a grisly night;
The lamp in the mill is twinkling bright.
Three robbers are sneaking, wild and still -
hush, hush, whist, whist! - around the mill.
The miller's daughter sits and spins.
There! In the window - three evil grins!
The second wants blood, the third wants gold,
The first is after the maiden bold.
poem by Wilhelm Busch
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Pilot Can At The Queer Of God
Oh god
Has she always lived here?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she always looked like that?
(I think she has)
Oh god
God, has she forgot me?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she joined the army?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she left here?
(I think she has)
In her grown up years
In her pilot years
(yes she has)
Like she came from outerspace
Oh god
Has she turned queer?
(yes she has)
In her grown up years
In a pilot dream
(yes she has)
Like she came from outer space
And now shes got helicopters
(yes she has)
Repeat 5 times
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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The Ship Of Earth.
'Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard,
And fires of Desires burning hotly in the hold,
I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword
At battle on the deck, and the wild mutineers are bold!
'The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky,
But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red.
A pilot, GOD, a pilot! for the helm is left awry,
And the best sailors in the ship lie there among the dead!'
poem by Sidney Lanier
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A Game We Shouldnt Play
(m&l - deris)
Do you believe in fate or chances
Design or coincidences
Would you say that all the people
Live their life for good and evil
Some have reached the end of patience
Start to play with gods creation
They know you
Control you
In a game we shouldnt play
Corrupt your heart
And make you part
Of a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its all a game we shouldnt play
If we shall die now it will happen
If were good well come to heaven
If we shall live it will be so
End your life and youll see limbo
All is fixed and predetermined
Only time will stretch new sins
He loves you
Alarms you
Of a game we shouldnt play
He tells your heart
To stay apart
From a game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play
Manipulations on the genes
Nuclear contaminated seeds
Clone of the clone in the breeders zone
Its a game
A game we shouldnt play
We run blind
In a game we shouldnt play
Its that kind of game we shouldnt play
song performed by by Helloween
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Costs crores
Costs crores
To train a pilot.
No body can fly
Without pilot.
You are my only pilot
I cost nothing
It is you to take my flight
Without any hazard.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Is it true, dear Sue?
218
Is it true, dear Sue?
Are there two?
I shouldn't like to come
For fear of joggling Him!
If I could shut him up
In a Coffee Cup,
Or tie him to a pin
Till I got in—
Or make him fast
To "Toby's" fist—
Hist! Whist! I'd come!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Rock & Roll Band
Well, we were just another band out of boston
On the road to try to make ends meet
Playin all the bars, sleepin in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didnt have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play
People came alive.
Rock and roll band
Everybodys waitin
Gettin crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancin in the streets of hyannis
We were getting pretty good at the game
People stood in line and didnt seem to mind
You know everybody knew our name
Livin on rock-n-roll music
Never worry bout the things we were missing
When we got up on the stage and got ready to play
Everybodyd listen.
Rock and roll band
Everybodys waitin
Gettin crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Playin for a week in rhode island
A man came to the stage one night
He smoked a big cigar
Drove a cadillac car
And said, boys, I think this bands outta-sight
Sign a record company contract
You know Ive got great expectations
When I hear you on the car radio
Youre goin to be a sensation!
Rock and roll band
Everybodys waitin
Gettin crazy
Anticipating love and music
Play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scholz)
song performed by by Boston
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Here, Sailor
WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?
Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect
pilot needs?
Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you,
offer.
poem by Walt Whitman
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There once was a fellow called Campbell,
Very partial to having a gamble,
He was quite good at whist
But he couldn't resist:
He would cheat and then speedily scramble.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Aearial Painting
Aerial Painting
The painting in the hall of an old bi-plane flying
a across a blue sky, was different this morning,
it had landed by a waterfall and the pilots stood
leaning against the plane’s fuselage slowly
smoking a cigarette, eyes closed enjoying every
moment, every inhale of scented tobacco.
I looked at the painting again the sky was dark,
there was lightning in the air the pilot had flown to
the front and collided with a barrage balloon,
the plane was a broken as thrown to the ground by
a spoilt boy who had wanted a fire-engine for his
birthday, and know only the blue sky prevails.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Play
I could wait all night and day,
To go to a party sit down and wait,
Give my request to the DJ,
Cuz my song hes gotta play.
And when i hear that beat,
I get my body up out my seat
I grab a guy and move my feet,
He's playin my song!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Dj just play that song,
Cuz i wanna be dancin all night long
Just play my, play my, play my,
Play my, play my favorite song!
I dont care if everybody's gone.
Turn it up cuz it turns me on.
Keep dancin all night long,
Feels so right that it cant be wrong.
I get chills up and down my spine,
Whenever I hear that song of mine.
When it stops better press rewind.
Let me hear it one more time!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Cuz I wanna be dancin' all night long!
I just wanna dance.
Is that a crime?
Alright then.
Play..Play..Play..Play..Play
Now Mr. DJ,
I've asked you three times..
Play My Mother f*ckin song!!
Play,
Come on play that song,
Play it all night long,
Just turn it up and turn it on!
Play,
Come on Dj play that song.
You know it turns me on.
(DJ just play that song)
Just turn it up and turn it on
song performed by by Prince
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Being Sassy is In My Genes
As a result of declaring,
My prerogative.
The knots and bruises,
Once appearing on my thick head.
Have cleared.
A reluctant introduction to patience,
Stood in my way.
And dared me to move.
I felt a wobbling in my legs.
And my feet froze too.
Blessed I was to have been made to listen.
That prerogative of mine,
With a braggadociousness.
In my mind I defined has gone.
And I'm glad it has.
But that sass I still have remains to alarm.
I was once told by my mom.
Being sassy is in my genes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lloyd II
Listen to the queen's music!
Artist, twist, whist, fist, wrist, list, mist, grist, gist, schist;
And like the sound-track of your love to my heart! !
But, i am Lloyd in the jungle of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fear of a loss
Ring, ring
That was phone,
Mum answered
In a moment
Lost in time
my mum was gone
Granny on the couch
Nervous, anxious, fearful
A Quiet, deathly silence
Filled the emptiness
We were told to pray
I dared not ask why
Praying, wondering, still dared not ask
Then the memory, gripping
Daddy hadn’t come home that day
Fearing the unknown
Dared not question
Fear of hearing
Fear of knowing
Fear of loss
Ring, ring
Granny answered,
Questions, silence, gripped by fear
Bravely, she spoke what we dared not ask
What we feared we would hear
Daddy was gone
We lost him
In the silence of this night
He passed on, quietly
As he had passed through this life
Through our lives
The silence continued
Time had stopped
The heavy quietness
The ominous silence
Overwhelmed my senses
Fear
Loss
My fear of loss
No longer a fear
A reality now
poem by Alessandra Maraschin
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When I started at the Globe 40 years ago, there were seven newspapers in Boston and now there are only two. There were only three or four television stations in Boston and now there are a dozen.
quote by Will McDonough
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K-Car
To the memory of the Rhodesian Helicopter Pilots and
the 20mm cannon Gunner.Two men one helicopter;
known as K-car…..Killer-car.
A formidable force in the Rhodesian Bush War.
RHODESIAN K-CAR
‘Chopper’ pilot calmness,
Cannon gunner’s skill,
Two minds in perfect harmony,
Flew in now for the kill,
Ten comrades in arms,
Pinned down by enemy fire,
Ambushed and compromised,
Their backs now to the wire.
One pilot and one gunner,
Men who knew no fear,
S.O.S. came through to them,
Urgent… but so clear,
“K-car, Call sign Bravo, ”
“Contact, contact, contact”!
Pilot with nerves of steel,
And veraciously exact,
“We have you visual, four o’clock”,
Crackled in the pilot’s ear
He responded calmly “Roger
Call sign Bravo… illuminate a flare”
Flare lit up and in they flew,
Oblivious of the danger;
Twas deaths turn to roll the dice,
With life their coin of wager.
Two hands upon the cannon grips,
One finger on the trigger,
Gunner’s eye took a site,
Through peep site to the jigger;
Bullets ripped into the cockpit,
Of that killer-car machine,
Barely two year out of school,
K-car gunner… aged nineteen
Fire Force airborne pilot,
Turned cannon to the smoke,
Gunner pressed the trigger,
And the dragon now awoke;
Twenty millimeter cannon,
Boomed forth volcanic life
Spewing deadly rounds,
Of instant death and strife.
No place for enemy to hide,
From this matchless opponent;
Terrorists now in full flight,
Were gunned down in a moment.
The Kill-car hovered overhead,
Just six foot off the ground,
Two enemy lay screaming,
But from thirty dead…no sound.
Most men of war, whom I knew then,
Have turned now to the Lord,
They have turned into plow shears,
Their weapons and their sword.
Lord please teach us here in Africa,
Love for one another;
Take xenophobic intolerance from us,
Teach us to love our brother.
poem by Alf Hutchison
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