Fuel Your Gratefulness With Thanks
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Crank it up!
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
So crank it up!
Pour and sip champagne from your cup.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Don't slow your roll.
Crank it up...
When you get on the road.
Don't get into a situation,
To see your ambitions curbed...
Blocked, Locked and stopped.
And eventually towed.
Crank it up!
Fill up your tank.
Fuel your gratefulness with thanks.
Crank.
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crank It Up
I've got to crank it up,
Just another notch.
To face those challenges inside,
That never stop.
There is so much in me I want to share,
And dare to uncover
To another to be shown.
If I didn't do this it will never be known.
I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.
I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.
Crank it up.
The faith I keep tells me I've got it.
Crank it up.
Sometimes I doubt myself about it.
Crank it up.
I push aside inside denial
Hoping that excuses wont seduce me to refuse.
Crank it up.
The faith I keep tells me I've got it.
Crank it up.
Sometimes I doubt myself about it.
Crank it up.
I push aside inside denial
Hoping that excuses wont seduce me to refuse.
I've got to crank it up,
Just another notch.
To face those challenges inside,
That never stop.
There is so much in me I want to share,
And dare to uncover
To another to be shown.
If I didn't do this it will never be known.
I've got to,
Crank it up.
Just another notch to show just what I've got.
If I stopped believing in myself,
Who would know
I could do,
A doing I could prove.
I've got to
Crank it up.
Just another notch.
Just another notch.
I've got to crank it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Theres Only One Way To Rock
One way to rock
Ive heard it called by different names all over the world, but its all the
Same theres so many ways to make love a million ways to make love a million
Ways, Ive been thinking of oh yea chorus:but theres only one way theres only
One way to rock so many things can get you high Im gonna try em all just once
Before I die and you can analyze this situation to me its all just mental
Masturbation [chorus] now quickly, check the hands on the clock its 8:05, its
Time to rock and this world can disagree they dont understand how it can be
And its not my point of view its a fact, and you know that its true [chorus]
Crank up the drums, crank out the bass crank up my les paul in your face
[chorus]
song performed by by Van Halen
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Blow Your Speakers Out
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
Under the stolen lights
feel the rhythm, the rhythm
and it will get you right
sweat it all out of your system
you gotta free your mind
let yourself unwind
cause it's your night night night
so get it right right right come on
can you feel it inside
it likes to go for a ride
i know you need it
i can see it in your eyes
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
I know you feel the heat
i see you feeling the fire
don't worry bout a thing
fulfill your every desire
the Dj's playing this song
so now you can't go wrong
cause it's your night night night
so do it right right right come on
Can you feel it inside
He likes to go for a ride
i know you need it
i can see it in your eyes
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
Oh whoa oh
Let me hear you say
Oh whoa oh
this party is never over no no no
oh whoa oh
ler me hear you say
whoa oh!
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
So hop in your ride
Roll your windows down
cause tonight's your night
get lost in the sound
gotta crank the music loud
baby blow your speakers out (Your speakers out)
poem by Jojo Jonna
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How Do You Make the Gorilla Com on Pocket God? - A Found Poem
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Light the torches using lightning,
place one islander on that central beacon
(he'll stick there spread eagle) .
Then, place one islander on
the drums on the right side,
and one on the crank on the left.
Their eyes will glow red.
Make sure it is night time,
then in a circular motion with
your finger, make the possessed
little dude on the left turn the crank,
spreading the hapless guy in the middle out
... but JUST until the little lights on
the bottom of the altar turn on...
crank too far and he'll explode.
THEN, FINALLY, lightly tap the
drums under the islander on the right...
and voila.
King Kong will eat the guy on the altar.
From there, you will have a bored gorilla.
http: //wiki.answers.com/Q/How_do_you_make_the_gorilla_ com_on_pocket_god
NOTE: A bored deity is a DANGEROUS deity! !
poem by Warren Falcon
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Bronc-bonk! Crank-conk! A LONE OWL on tree HONKS on the Riverbank!
Alone I am, I am mute; alone I am, a red bird hoots in me - a mess!
Alone I am, in my own abyss; alone I am - whispers aching loneliness;
Alone I am, my heart aches; alone I am - empty ache of loneliness;
Alone I am, a crowd surrounds me; alone I am - I walk in aloneness!
Bronc-bonk! Crank-conk! A lone owl on tree honks on the riverbank!
Alone I am, where should I go? Alone I am, what should I do?
Alone I am I don't want to be so lonely; alone I am, what to do?
Alone I opened the gates of my heart; alone I am - none reached out;
Alone I am a lonesome thing; alone I am a stone, a bone - I am out!
Bronc-bonk! Crank-conk! A lone owl on tree honks on the riverbank!
Alone I am, I beg thee loneliness - don't creep into my life;
Alone I am, I implore thee aloofness - don't peep in my life;
Alone I am, I beseech thee loneness - don't peek in to my life.
Alone I am - all the time, round the clock, around the life!
Bronc-bonk! Crank-conk! A lone owl on tree honks on the riverbank!
Alone I am, in deep Pacific Ocean; alone I am, in deepest emotion,
Among the titan stars shivers a Talcott - a pretty little one!
Among the colossal planets quivers a Pluto - disqualified one!
Alone I am in the lotus flowers, alone I am - a lily in hesitation.
Bronc-bonk! Crank-conk! A lone owl on tree honks on the riverbank!
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Echolalia
Autistically freed...
From a conformity enforced.
And inflicted!
A society drenched with beliefs...
That its 'normality' is sought.
Although chilling ills...
Upon it Mother Nature has brought.
And conflicting with it!
As a message is left...
To dust and sit!
Characterized by self-absorption!
Repetitive behavior...
And language dysfunctions!
Echolalia is on the rise.
And the infected have increased.
Observe it as it is practiced...
Everywhere and on every street!
A mental beast is unleashed,
To cease sensibilities.
Could this be...
Another designer disease to feed us now?
And strapped on the backs,
Of those divided between greed...
And unconsciously fed,
On racist attacks allowed!
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Crank the radio up...
And give us more of that! '
'Niggercrackerniggercrackerniggercracker get back! '
TURN THAT THING OFF!
That is disgusting and offensive!
~Huh? Why?
...get back?
Those ain't cuss words! ~
You have no idea how sick your madness is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crank Call
If youre waiting for a call
It is double trouble the pressure of it all
This line is due for communication
Not if youve lost all reason
Crank call
Aint no fun at all
They want love they want a pantomime
To cut you in two thats a sexual crime
They dig the dirt they deal in
They dig the dirt they feed on
Crank call
Aint no fun at all
Oh yeah, all right
We dont waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Im mad Im all right
That tonight
We drop in you in heaven or hell
Ape has taken control
Theyre breakin the kids
Theyre beating the bids
And that is all they feed on
Crank call
Aint no fun at all
Oh yeah, all right
We dont waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Im mad Im all right
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Im mad Im all right
That tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Im mad Im all right
Oh yeah, all right
Why waste time tonight
Oh yeah, all right
Im mad Im all right
That tonight
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Shivering And Not Singing
Cold and freezing in low degrees,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
Mittens, earmuffs and coats of fleece,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And breezes seem to hollar...
'Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
The snow is deep and boots are needed on feet,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets,
And warm bed sheets.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mechanix
The Mechanix (Later The Four Horsemen)
(Megadeth tune by Hetfield, Ulrich, and Mustaine)
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
You're a burner yeah, a real motor car
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
We were shifting this hard when we took off
Put tonight all four on the floor
When we hit top then you know it feels so slow
You say you want your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, you know, lucky for you
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
I'm giving you my room service
And you know it's more than enough
When you spark my plug you know I'm in love
You imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
With all four on the floor I feel what's in store
Who'd ever thought you'd be better
At turning a screw than me
I do it for my life
You made my drive shaft crank
You made my pistons bulge
You made my ball bearings melt from the heat
Oh yeah yeah
song performed by by Metallica
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~ Is The Way Of Life ~
~ Is The Way Of Life ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
17 July 17,2010
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Note: Exactly one year ago I first posted my poetry in PH [Checkmate]
Today [17 July 17,2010] to commemorate my humble offering ~ niv]
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Delete relit replete and complete ~ Is the way of life
Scan LAN ban can ~ Is the way of life
Junk funk drunk with pinch of crank ~ Is the way of life.
Excellent Poets
And poetries too
Isn’t that
Hey readers what you say?
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Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express
[1] Can: Can or tin [used as verb]
[2] Funk: An earthy type of jazz combining it with blues and soul; has a heavy bass line that accentuates the first beat in the bar
[3] Crank: An amphetamine derivative used as a stimulant to the nervous system
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Well in the end the world can crank itself up to sanctions, as it has with Zimbabwe, another sad case.
quote by Helen Clark
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And Seinfeld is so quick: we crank out one show a week, and the hours are very reasonable.
quote by Julia Louis Dreyfus
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Uhf
Put down your remote control
Throw out your tv guide
Put away your jacket
Theres no need to go outside
Dont you know that we control the horizontal
We control the verticle, too
We gonna make a couch potato out of you
Thats what we gonna do now
Dont change the channel
Dont touch that dial
We got it all on uhf
Kick off your sneakers
Stick around for a while
We got it all on uhf
Dont worry bout your laundry
Forget about your job
Just crank up the volume
And yank off the knob
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all on uhf
Disconnect the phone and leave the dishes in the sink
You better put away your homework
Prime time aint no time to think
All you do is make yourself a tv dinner
Press your face right up against the screen
We gonna show you thangs you aint ever seen
If you know what I mean, now
Dont change the channel
Dont touch that dial
We got it all on uhf
Kick off your sneakers
Stick around for a while
We got it all on uhf
Dont worry bout your laundry
Forget about your job
Just crank up the volume
And yank off the knob
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all on uhf
You can watch us all day
You can watch us all night
You can watch us any time that you please
You can sit around and stare at the picture tube
till your brain turns into cottage cheese
Well, now
Dont change the channel
Dont touch that dial
We got it all on uhf
Kick off your sneakers
Stick around for a while
We got it all on uhf
Dont worry bout your laundry
Forget about your job
Just crank up the volume
And yank off the knob
We got it all, we got it all, we got it all on uhf
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (we got it all)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (we got it all)
We got it all (we got it all) on uhf (we got it)
(we got it) we got (we got it) it all (we got it) on uhf (we got it all)
We got it all on uhf (we got it all)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all (we got it all) on uhf (on uhf)
We got it all on uhf
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all (we got it all) on uhf (we go it)
We got it all on uhf
We got it all on uhf
We got it all on uhf
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf (uhf)
We got it all on uhf
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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I don't want to write formula. I don't want to crank these books out like sausages. Every book is different, which takes a hell of a lot of ingenuity on my part.
quote by Sue Grafton
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Just as every conviction begins as a whim so does every emancipator serve his apprenticeship as a crank. A fanatic is a great leader who is just entering the room.
Mind Grinder
I'll take a side order of paranoia,
This morning.
I'll take some hash browns...
Fresh hashed from the fields.
Spread that toast with more tension
And pour me another cup of grief!
'Is the mind grinder in? '
We need to have more cocktails
Of poison passed.
Is the mind grinder in?
He's got more sessions...
Those last confessions were bought.
They believe him...
And his twisted way of making it alright.'
Do I need another dose of 'I told you so? '
Even though I feel full of substituted truth
Many seem to be craving with diets of coke!
And that's the joke!
Toking up in puffs of smoke.
'Weed please.
Rolled fine! '
The mind grinder can crank this whine into sorrow.
Making fear too high a price to pay to allow simple peace.
The mind grinder can crank up cruel pictures of life...
Insuring the future will be deep in doom and torment!
Do I need another dose of 'I told you so? '
Do you need another way to be told
How to forget who you are?
Do you need another way to plant fear in your soul.
What has happened to that bold stance for justice?
I'll take a side order of paranoia this morning!
I heard it was the rage.
I'll take a side order of paranoia this morning!
Why should I be the one left not crazed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
quote by Mark Twain
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I am an enthusiast, but not a crank in the sense that I have some pet theories as to the proper construction of a flying machine. I wish to avail myself of all that is already known and then, if possible, add my mite to help on the future worker who will attain final success.
quote by Wilbur Wright
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A man with a new idea is a crank -- until the idea succeeds.
quote by Mark Twain
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The wings are moved several times by hand to charge the crank chamber with mixture, which flows on through the external pipe and inlet valve to the compression space and cylinder.
quote by Lawrence Hargrave
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