This Is Getting More And More Outrageous
'What is the hold up here?
The orchestra is ready.
The chorus members are all in place.
The debaters are going over their notes.
The moderator looks impatient.
And the audience is becoming restless.
What is the delay?
What are we waiting for?
Even the media has begun to ask questions.'
It's...
The vendors.
'The VENDORS?
You've got to be kidding me? '
No.
I'm not.
They have decided to go on strike.
And since they are now unionized...
They seek more attention to discuss their needs.
'The VENDORS? '
Yes.
You see...
The debaters have mentioned,
Their focus on free enterprise.
And in a democratic system that supports capitalism,
The vendors feel they have every right to use this night...
To hold up the process of everything.
'The VENDORS?
This is getting more and more outrageous.'
What can I say?
People want their entitlements.
And the social media has made sure,
People are kept abreast of their democratic rights.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Salt
Early this morning
his mother asked his father
for some money
to buy salt.
But,
his father refused
and hit his mother
who did so much talking.
The boy
went out the house
and headed
to the market.
There,
he begged the salt vendors
for a little salt
but the vendors only told him,
'go home boy, and get some money! '
Now the boy
is running
with a bag of salt in his arms
and the people are screaming
THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!
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Reunion
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
I could feel the protection
Possession and anger
And I drove out of there
With no on behind me
Feeling funny and free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
Yeah
I laughed as I said it
This is my situation
Its not pictures or privilege
Its just self preservation
I dont want you to feel
Any obligation
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
We act empty and innocent
But we are fueled by distortions
(I remember you)
Of lives led in discontent
(when we were shiny and new)
Trading misfortunes
(now you guard your faith)
Cause faith is one thing
That is hard to deliver
(temper your speed)
It feels so funny to be free
All you pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent you precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
All of us arent we
Pretty pretenders
Negligent vendors
Arent we precious inside
I have no need for anger
With intimate strangers
And I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide
I had guards like watchdogs
Dogs in a manger
(I remember you)
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Traffic Jam The Third
What should conquer and move on the road are not vehicles and vendors
But the heart and consciousness of people that walk on the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The vegetable vendors
On the three-wheelers
The vegetable vendors
Roam to sell their stuffs
In suburban areas
For their daily livelihood
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The World Waits For You...
saturday, there are so many choices
the hammock lies waiting
swaying,
the green fields have trees
teeming with the ripeness of their fruits
they lack harvesters
the pathways are like open arms
the junctions are like vendors calling for
more customers
the clouds are umbrellas opening
without hands to hold them
the rains are planning to create
more rivers
the valleys are giving in to the
clarity of the plains
all for you.
Still asleep on last night's
hangover from those
wild merry-go-rounds.
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There are 4 billion cell phones in use today. Many of them are in the hands of market vendors, rickshaw drivers, and others who've historically lacked access to education and opportunity. Information networks have become a great leveler, and we should use them together to help lift people out of poverty and give them a freedom from want.
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I've been very happy with the commercial Linux CD-ROM vendors linux Red Hat.
quote by Linus Torvalds
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Mr. Speaker, less than 10 percent of our Nation's children walk or ride their bicycles to school, and too many schools continue to invite fast-food vendors into their cafeterias.
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Thinking This Would Prevent the Existence
To prevent themselves from the experience,
Of the onslaught of truths descending upon their 'realities'...
They decided to declare war against those who spoke it.
Thinking this would prevent the existence.
And as all mindless thinkers find ways to their own demise...
They rushed into their temples to pray,
To stop the vendors outside
From their threats of not making more cotton candy!
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The weather here is gorgeous. It's mild and feels like it's in the eighties. The hot dog vendors got confused because of the weather and thought it was spring, so they accidentally changed the hot dog water in their carts.
quote by David Letterman
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A Preparation...
how can i perhaps
explain
photographing every
nook of the house
all sides of the fence
and even the face of
the ceiling
the fingers of the stairs
each nail
and beam of the house
what is the use of
all these?
am i gathering memories
in order to
take with me somewhere
else?
am i ready to forget
how i made this
house?
the bright colors of the paint
shall haunt me
wherever i am
they will say, there was summer
here
there was harvest
after the seeding
the walls will say
what about those that you
conceal with us?
shall we now reveal them
to vendors
of biographies?
my bag is still not full
and i doubt what shall i fill it
when the right hour
steps in the door.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The lady is not at fault.
Dear lady, how enticing you are at first sight!
The milkman comes to you daily
The vendors, the technicians, the tailors
And such sorts visit you frequently.
They are more fortunate to get stirred.
You have no desire for us,
That does not mitigate our desire for you.
How enticing you are and yet how
nonchalant!
25.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Miserable venture
A vendor next comes to another buyer,
After his failure with many buyers.
A buyer grants access to a vender,
After her refusal to many vendors.
Yet the vender with hopes meets the buyer
And again fails to click with her a deal.
18.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An Ode To Poetry
i am buried in these noise
the demands shout like
market vendors
sometimes one is confused
where to start
seemingly there is no end
to all these bickering
spaces expand
distances travel like fading sounds of the day
there are storms
i am frightened but you
are there
that comforting whisper
to my ear
sweet sounds of sorrow
gentle groans of gypsy
ohh, poetry pampered...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moderate Two thousand and ten
At the market place the old cobbled street
Turned into a main street,
New vendors, Singers, Beggars
Call girls(with high-heels)
Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc.,
I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb
On an old lamp post,
And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar
That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Surroundings-10
Sounds
Chirrups rise from green and dawn
Sprinklings wake up men from yawn
Ringings pass by with milk in morn
Cyclings throw papernews with scorn
Vendors' turn at times in tone
Wheels' run-time hasten and horn
Mid-day quiet relays airplane tune
Many are so mild in monsoon drone
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Like It's 1999
Why is my presence becoming more negligent?
I have no interest is being entertained,
Observing those mindless destroy themselves.
Especially at local events.
When I see vendors selling their wares,
At huge affairs.
And the people living in the communities,
Not invited to benefit from the marketing of greed...
That is in a high profile 'everywhere'.
And the locals have no concern,
About what takes place there?
As long as they are seen on these scenes...
Dressed to the 'nines' and flaunting their taste for flair,
Everywhere!
However...
They do come and party,
Like it's 1999.
~WHY are you so negative,
ALL the time? ~
I guess this comes from a lack of understanding.
If I grow grapes...
I'm not going to watch someone else,
Make, sell AND drink the wine!
And I don't get a dime?
I guess this comes from a lack of understanding.
'Thank you, Prince.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cassandra
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter, Cassandra,
Whether the people believe
Your bitter fountain? Truly men hate the truth, they'd liefer
Meet a tiger on the road.
Therefore the poets honey their truth with lying; but religion—
Vendors and political men
Pour from the barrel, new lies on the old, and are praised for kind
Wisdom. Poor bitch be wise.
No: you'll still mumble in a corner a crust of truth, to men
And gods disgusting—you and I, Cassandra.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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for Dods.....
the twang of your
english
humiliates you
but i
ignore it
i am more
interested in you
now than
what you say
or can
possibly do to
me.
so we walk that
old boulevard
the sea is calm
and there are no
vendors, joggers,
beggars
and sweet twee-tums
it is noon
and i compromised
with a conversation
you are going
to surprise with
a wedding
invitation from you
and your dad
surely will
be happy
you are a grown-up
man and you
have many things to
still prove
you returned
to your house
and i am left
here watching
the sun set
in Dumaguete
i am sad
you are bound
to repeat
what i went through
and i am pretty sure
that i would
not like it,
i hope you
do.
good luck, nephew
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doughnut
She works in a doughnut outlet
as a part-time in the evenings
and the day time she goes
to a high school.
A handsome Shoeshine
shone in the sunlight
with his sachet on the pavement.
Nothing to be surprised
and they are eternal lovers
under the vast sky.
It's always and everywhere
there are obstacles
occur to the innocent love.
In the Municipality
the Mayor has passed a bill
to clear the road of vendors
and the doughnut shop was closed
as the Proprietor in bankruptcy.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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