Regulate Your Flowing
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.
Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop- a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a- doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Real neat.
And not a picky eater.
Toasted whole wheat,
With jam-a or rye-i.
Pickled beets,
Mixed with chili and green peppers.
Sweetens a deliciousness,
You've gotta once try!
Ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ah ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ahhh...
Doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ah ah...
Doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Ahhh...
Doom-a -doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
By going regular.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
Faster!
Regulate your flowing,
Faster!
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-doom-a-doom-a-doom.
Poopoop-a-do om-a-doom-a-doom.
Bah bah-2-poppa.
Regulate your flowing,
And go,
Regular.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staging An Escape
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
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Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
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Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
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Boom baby doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Baby! Doom bah doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Some nights.
Most days...
I'm craving,
A taste of heated fever.
To save,
Myself...
From raging,
And staging an escape...
From you.
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
Baby! Doom bah doom.
Boom baby doom,
From you...
oooooooo
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motownphilly
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Chorus:
Motownphilly back again
Doin' a little east coast swing
Boyz ii men going off
Not too hard, not too soft
It's long overdue but now
Philly's slammin'
Boyz ii men, abc, bbd
The east coast family
Never skipped a beat, na
While cooling on south street
Jet black benz, plenty of friends
And all the philly steaks you can eat
Back in school
We used to dream about this everyday
Could it really happen?
Or do dreams fade away, yeah
Then we started singin'
They said it sounded smooth
So we started a group and here we are
Kickin' it just for you
Chorus
Michael bivins' rap:
Yo these four new jacks is real
Smooth on the harmony tip
Nate, mike, shawn, and wan
You know the mentality
Keep flippin' the gift
The spotlight is on us now
Watch us do this
Da da, daaa da da, da da da da da da
Live and direct from philly town
Rap and hype and we can get down
We are ready to roll
So now the world will know that we flow
Back in school we used to dream about this everyday
Could it really happen?
Or do dreams fade away
Then we started singing them
They said it sounded smooth
So we started a group and here we are
Kickin' it just for you
Chorus
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Then we started singing them
They said it sounded smooth
Michael bivins' rap:
Now check this out
One day back in philly
Four guys wanted to sing
They came up to me i said
What's your name? (boyz ii men)
Ya know what i'm sayin'
Than i said alright fellas
Well let me see what you can do
And then wan said
Yo mike, check this out
See if this one moves you
Doom doom doom da da, doom doom doom da da
Da di da di da da, da da, daa daa daa
Doom doom doom da da, doom doom doom da da
Da di da di da da, da da, daa daa daa ohh
Chorus
Boyz ii men, boyz ii men, boyz ii men
Boyz ii men, abc, bbd
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Harbinger Of Doom
The dream I had frightened me
I couldn't help but ponder all day
Trying hard to the find the answers
They somehow never came my way
Harbinger Of Doom
I recall another place dim and cold
You reached for me in such fear
How I wanted to be with you
Instead shadows made you disappear
Harbinger Of Doom
It was evening and so much of a crowd
Assorted mask on faces I recall
Someone started laughing out loud
And there was a figure dark and tall
Harbinger Of Doom
I ran uo to a lady she didn't respond
My heart pounding over you
You were gone out of sight fast
And when I opened my eyes I knew
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Ooh-la-la Oompa-Loompa
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da
If you're not greedy, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do
I have another puzzle for you
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-da-dee
If you are wise, gas up before your tank reaches “E”
(Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory)
Paris to the rescue of an injured Oompa-Loompa,
Paris stayed at the Oompa-Loompa’s side until medics arrived,
The Ambulance came, and it did not run out gas,
To much her chagrin, Paris Hilton, did run out gas in her Bentley,
She had hoped for the best she continued to drive, -on vapors.
On a $300,000 Bentley there must be an idiot light to show you have a low tank,
Behold the paparazzi,
-her knight in shining armor,
-with camera in hand,
Who got her gas, she would have him to thank.
My goodness had she had been the ambulance driver,
She might not have saved the Oompa-Loompa.
(12-19-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Bird Song
Freshly hatched from seminary,
young unchary missionary,
picked New Guinea estuary,
for his work revisionary.
In the jungle aviary,
filamentary and airy,
soft, maybe imaginary,
boom......boom.......boom.
Straying from processionary,
for a matter urinary,
met a revolutionary,
mercenary cassowary.
Indiscretionary tarry
and insalutary parry,
gutted him in sanguinary
doom.....doom........doom.
' Mid the garlands, funerary,
honorary luminary,
warns in grim obituary-
'Be ablutionary wary'.
From a distant sanctuary,
baritone reactionary,
echoes faintly, fragmentary,
boom.......boom.......boom.
poem by Diane Hine
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Why Do Fools Fall In Love?
Doom bopa doom bopa doom bopa doo dut
Ooh wah ooh wah ooh wah
Why do fools fall in love
Why do birds sing so gay
Love is awake at the break of day
Why do they fall in love
Why does the rain fall from up above
Why do fools fall in love
Why do they fall in love
Why does my heart skip with a crazy beat
fore I know it will fail to beat
Tell my why why
Why do they fall in love
Why do fools fall in love
Doom bopa doom bopa doom bopa doo dut
Why do birds sing so gay
Love is awake at the break of day
Why do they fall in love
Why does the rain fall from up above
Why do fools fall in love
Why do they fall in love
Tell my why why
Why do they fall in love
Tell my why why
Why do they fall in love
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You've Got To
Well...
Hmmm.
Hmmmmm...
You've got to block out all those warnings,
Of a doom that comes.
You've got to,
Stop them in your head.
You've got to,
Step away from the voices of dread.
You've got to block out all those warnings,
Of a doom that comes.
You've got to,
Stop them in your mind.
You've got to,
Keep faith with you all the time.
Open the door,
To welcome the presence of hope.
Allow it in,
And remove those burdens from shoulders sloped.
You've got to,
Hmmm.
Hmmmmm...
Keep faith all the time.
You've got to,
Keep that in your mind.
You've got to,
Block out all those warnings of a doom that comes.
You've got to,
Not welcome them.
You've got to,
Keep faith all the time.
In your mind to overcome.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Doomsday Twenty-first December 2012!
Crack ah! A crack! Crack! Cling clang!
Jehovah's' whip would lash
World lamps would go off
Jehovah's bells would toll
All erased, a black out,
Accept not us true what they want us.
Our world would diffuse
Our lives quashed to infinity
That scripture prints dictate
Primary its not, doom prophets they are
They had done this the same times ago
Fear and confusion diffuse on masses days after.
Same scriptures make no judgment
Same scriptures engraved is Jehovah's math
Same scriptures God's time only him knows
Sumerian Nibiyu ball of Doom Nasa commits not
Mayan Calendar same as many a culture
Grind fear below your feet, Doom Sayers defeat them!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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My Lamentations.
As the antelope find is
way across the lion
den my years are numberd,
The fish have find it way to the
dry land, the moon light is
geting dim and the stars
are weak. Am a cripple bull
in the field full of lions and
snakes, doom doom hit my
ears, so i cry in pain, still
the sky is slient, my conrage
is in the the dragons mouth,
will i survive this moment of
terror?
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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My Poetry Shop Will Be Open On December 22,2012
Dear Friends, Poets and pessimists,
I am to inform you all that
MY POETRY SHOP WILL BE OPEN ON DECEMBER 22,2012 also
The day after the so called DOOM`S DAY.
Poems old new will be showcased as usual
And I shall be visiting your POETRY SHOPS as well.
Dear Friends, Poets and optimists,
Let us discard the DOOM`S DAY imposed on us.
Regards...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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A Political Lullabyebye
We sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
Sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
We’re briberal lateral uni bi
Sing a historical lullabyebye
We preserve conserve reserve we serve
Preserve conserve reserve we serve
Driving along a deadly curve
We critically knit an enclytical web
High tide low tide ebb
We’re red and green blue and white
Bring you bread and flags and human right
Make you sleep in tune so sweet and high
La la la la la la lullabyebye
We’re demo nomo homo cratic
Socio eco natio ethic
Immuno communo anesthetic
Impeached induced lobo lobbies
Cherishing different hobbies
Ding dong clinging to tin tin tin
Prank filled up bottom top chin
Dingily dongily pin pin pin
Pin you bingo bang bang sin
We sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
Sway you left and right
And central boom
We care about your doom
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The wind's FURY!
The wind called and spells doom
Manacing against hopes and ripping dreams apart
Chasing them into utter ruin; in no direction per se
I stayed still, watching in dispair
As dreams helplessly slip by....
Being impossible to harness.
The wind called and again, it spells doom
In its fury hopes were humbled
Emotions were wrecked beyond repairs;
Beyond every measure of amends....
I am faintly, weary of its wake
It ravages on recklessly;
Exhausting every spur of faith
The wind called and it spells doom,
Against all; you and i,
As we wrestle against its tide
Our zest is impaired,
Though we hinged on,
We were betrayed in our pale faces
The wind struck even harder
Daring us to a fight,
Ridding all positive desires
Reducing treasures to tinsels,
The wind; furious and untamed....
Ours is a grim symphony!
poem by Bolami lawal
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Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea
In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore,
And cite those Sapho's we admire no more:
Fate doom'd the Fall of ev'ry Female Wit,
But doom'd it then when first Ardelia writ.
Of all Examples by the World confest,
I knew Ardelia could not quote the best;
Who, like her Mistress on Britannia's Throne;
Fights, and subdues in Quarrels not her own.
To write their Praise you but in vain essay;
Ev'n while you write, you take that Praise away:
Light to the Stars the Sun does thus restore,
But shines himself till they are seen no more.
poem by Alexander Pope
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No Quarter
Close the door, put out the light.
No, they wont be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and dont you know?
The winds of thor are blowing cold.
Theyre wearing steel thats bright and true
They carry news that must get through, oooh
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter, they hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot thats slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter, they ask no quarter.
The pain, the pain without quarter.
They ask no quarter.
Yeah! without quarter, quarter, yeah!
The dogs of doom are howling more!
I hear the dogs of doom are howling more!
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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D & G
Rain drops hiding my tears
Holding inside deep, all of my fears
Of doom and gloom I write
Dark heavy clouds, no sunlight.
Walls are moving in,
Holding captive all of my sins
Darkness pervades
No sunshine to cast any shade.
In the darkness, no light
Save your smile so bright
I scribe the blues in gloom
Finger pointing inwards, indicating doom.
Time rushes by fast,
More now behind, in the past
Try to keep your mind light
Let your dreams take flight.
poem by Robert Green
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Too Late for Haste (Time will stop for You)
Too late for haste,
Hear from me the truth
For time will stop for you
And my voice you shall hear again
But then it will too late.
Too late for haste
For you are heading for doom
Doom will be your destiny
Is this also your priority?
Hear from me the truth
For gloom will be your eternity
Endless decades in Tartarus
Kingdom of Hades.
Too late for haste
Hear from me the truth
They are cming for your soul
I hear them these days in my sleep
They call for souls of dead
Death is innevitable my dear.
Only divine mercy can save us from hell.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Changes...?
Oh, these changes just keep on a coming...
Alterations of varying kinds-
Throwing us foul balls of discord
Often times just blowing our minds;
It has been a Summer of heated arguments...
Nestled 'neath an overpass of doom
Resounding 4th of July Fireworks, crackling
And everywhere else, a Winter of Doom;
Looking for the fingerprints of SpringTide
Morning comes crawling home to me...
Imperfect Falls russet is looming-bonfires burnished...
While temperatures of bad omens, rise by degrees;
Seasons of disagreements continue to challenge us-
Through the mountains of discontent, in the Vale
Waves of bitter words-now growing Tidal..
In a once deep blue sea, now gone pale;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Death Of A Favorite Chamber Maid
O death, thy power I own,
Whose mission was to rush,
And snatch the rose, so quickly blown,
Down from its native bush;
The flower of beauty doom'd to pine,
Ascends from this to worlds divine.
Death is a joyful doom,
Let tears of sorrow dry,
The rose on earth but fades to bloom
And blossom in the sky.
Why should the soul resist the hand
That bears her to celestial land.
Then, bonny bird, farewell,
Till hence we meet again;
Perhaps I have not long to dwell
Within this cumb'rous chain,
Till on elysian shores eve meet,
Till grief is lost and joy complete.
poem by George Moses Horton
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In The Long Run We May All Be Entropy
IN THE LONG RUN WE MAY ALL BE ENTROPY
In the long run we may all be entropy-
At the end of the end
We may all be scattered dust-
Ultimately after billions and billions of years
Our earth and our sun and our galaxy
may disappear -
But now
in this small time of our own lives
while we are in the middle still,
Let us love those we love with all our love-
And let us enjoy as deeply as we can the gifts life gives-
And let us be good to one another
And kind as we can be-
Let us find and make blessing of our own time here
Doom or no doom
Final death or no final death-
In our lives
Let us love and be good
with all we have to give.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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