Acronym Attic - SPP
The Acronym List truly is a ghastly mess
seeking the meaning of SPP I only learnt
Malay is way ahead in the SPP acronym
stakes with three definitions:
Suruhanjaya Perkhidmatan Pendidikan
(Education Service Commission)
Sumbangan Pembinaan Pendidikan
(Contribution of Education Building)
Sumbangan Penyelenggaraan Pendidikan
(Contribution of Education Maintenance)
It is the sing-song repetition of Pendidikan that
keeps me enthralled -matan -naan and –raan
lulls me to sleep beautifully
Slovakian provides the most fun: Slovensky
Plynarensky Priemysel (Slovak Gas Industry)
Canada being the most pedantic: Syndicat des
Professionnells et Professionels; male & female
South Africa seems to SPP extermination schemes:
Surplus Peoples Project; do away with them all, what?
And long winded France: Service de Physique des
Particules (Particle Physics Department - French
Atomic Energy Commissioner; what a bomb-shell)
SPP as Suprapubic Prostatectomy needs no comment
[Thanks For Sharing, Dear Internet, gag, urgh, aargh…]
While the note at the end: ‘We have 250 other definitions
for SPP in our Acronym Attic’ sounds the death knell for
my little search project
I give up, the reason for using SPP in an arrest warrant
shall remain forever beyond me….
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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JAG is an acronym for the Judge Advocate General, which is the judicial system of the military.
quote by Catherine Bell
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Acronym
Acronym,
Never give up!
Let it flow and let it be sweet;
Positive and moral,
Let it be lovely and let it be attractive;
And strive for excellence in all that you do.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hidden In Plain Sight
A name is more than a name
His true self lives in plain sight
Name reveals from where he came
Unscrambled letters bring to light
Barack Hussein Obama to be sure
Returns to Earth the “Sun of Ra”
Handsome, charismatic & cocksure
Young ‘n old alike do stand in awe
A true “Moab” with double meaning
“Of his father” or “Mother of all bombs”
Take from this the way you’re leaning
From The Koran or Biblical Psalms
Acronym exposes ‘neath the scab
“Sun Ra is back…He is a Moab”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Information Superhighway is really an acronym for 'Interactive Network For Organizing, Retrieving, Manipulating, Accessing And Transferring Information On National Systems, Unleashing Practically Every Rebellious Human Intelligence, Gratifying Hackers, Wiseacres, And Yahoos'.
quote by Keven Kwaku
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A Dream 2
A dream that I have found
From in my heart alone
Comes here again around
And feels like weighting stone
It is of all feelings true
And gives as much to tell
But its what it will do
That makes its weighty spell
And I therefore am in dim
Of what this song might be
With full of its acronym
That I cannot thoroughly see
Its wings fly in the night
And gives me dim metaphor
I cannot sketch its light
Nor know what its song is for
It goes here its own way
And I find its travel bemused
I hear only its wings play
But still I am all confused
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Fitting Conditions One Accepts
Look for them.
Definitions!
They will be there.
Used for what they are...
To become redefined,
To suit minds seeking reason.
On their terms.
To find a value that expresses,
One's way of life.
To either correct or ignore,
What is right.
To apply these definitions...
Fitting conditions one accepts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Quartet
PROTON-ENHANCED NUCLEAR INDUCTION SPECTROSCOPY
Famed pioneer of
N.M.R.in non-liquids
Alexander Pines
literarily known for
an engaging acronym.
LOFTY THOUGHTS
Pencilled crosshatching
parallel for strength and depth
fibre girded Art
the biomechanical
hydrostatic cylinder.
REALLY LOFTY THOUGHTS
Our measuring stick
four-dimensional spacetime
empirical rule
bluntly one-dimensional
yes-no, more-less, zero-one.
UNRELATED
A hatchling bonds with
a curious onlooker
duck and hound
recalcitrant chemistry
of contrary misplaced love.
poem by Diane Hine
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Woeing' Themselves Along
I too could carry around a list of tragedies.
A long one.
But...
To prove what to who and why?
That I am familiar with suffering?
To prove what to who and why?
That I can endure more of it?
To prove what to who and why?
That I have become immuned...
Or that I am seeking to add to my list,
To enable me to point out my scars...
As if I did this to brag.
I don't drag my feet to shuffle through my past.
I am not seeking companionship,
Amongst the many observed...
'Woeing' themselves along.
I don't believe pain with me belongs!
Although I may tolerate the feeling of it.
It's there attached and in masquerade.
I am not in need to be reminded of agonies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Open to Comprehend
Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.
Perfect I'm not!
Nor try with thoughts exposed.
I seek to understand.
Not to keep my mind...
Closed to go unopposed.
Go ahead...
'Mess' with me!
This I wish,
With invitation I allow.
If it means from us...
A removal of clouds.
To vow from now on...
We can be open to comprehend.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Definitely A Choice To Be Made
'What we need to do,
In a country that is accustomed...
To seeing those things done.
Is to ensure that they continue.
And...
We should move in that direction.
With those who can see ahead.
There is nothing like seeing ahead,
And being there knowing this can be done.
Everyone is not qualified to do that.
Seeing ahead.
Without looking back.
Who wants to look back?
We we should look ahead.
And that is the reason I endorse,
My campaign to stop...
Those who wish not to see,
The forest for the trees.'
~Thank you, Sarah!
What a profound and refreshing outlook.
With depth, meaning and revelation.
You are definitely a choice to be made.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life-Giving Spark (Revised)
Creating meaning for ourselves is a sublime
experience, the young are instructed to believe
life is meaningful, yet cannot feel it that way,
we only learn through experience
If we don’t learn to create meaning we will
suffer senseless phenomena instead of life;
some exult in depressive sensationalism as
it is more exciting than unfounded optimism
Most prefer the pain of rebellion to resignation, yet
as long as we create our own meaning, those who
indulge in the macabre by seeking suffering in
depressing intrigues, cannot touch us
Since life seems meaningless a quest is needed
to make sense of existence; I learnt meaning was
not hanging around just waiting to be found but
existed only in feelings
Mixing life’s ingredients like ancient alchemists
produces results, adding our own passion as the
life-giving spark, attaching ideals to beautiful scenes;
I honour these visions in my dreams
Pay homage to origins by cherishing favourite
stories and authors, find new perspectives and
unexpected aspects in the same, well-known
material whenever I look again…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Go Ahead On
(madeline bell / dusty springfield)
If youre gonna break my heart
Go ahead on
Guess you think youre kinda smart
Go ahead on
(well youve got another girl)
And youre having fun
(got her head in a whirl)
See what youve done
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
I said go ahead on
(go ahead on)
You never call me on the phone
Make me so sad
Sittin all alone
Feelin bad
(tired of being your fool)
cause you told me lies
(I cant take no more)
Of no alibi
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
For a little while
We had a good thing goin
Everything was peaches and cream
But the devil in you started showin
Do you understand now
What I mean?
You put me down
Every night
If you wanna be a clown
Thats all right
(when its all too late)
Then youll see
(shes done the same to you)
Like you did it to me
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
You put me down
Every night
If you wanna be a clown
Thats all right
(when its all too late)
Baby youll see
(shes done the same to you)
Like you did it to me
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Git, git, git
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Youd better pack your bag
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
(go ahead on)
Bye, bye, bye
(go ahead on)
Go ahead on
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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2010/05/16 Outlawed
Psychologically preparing for returning to
work tomorrow, making lists, Production
Sheet of everything I did during the month
Month Sheet for everything we ALL did
during the month
Work-On-Hand, a list of work to be done by
me in the coming week, another list of work
to be done by the whole Section during the
coming week, sheet upon sheet, a list of
lists to be listed
By the time we are finished listing I will have
done so much soul-searching, seeking out
shortcomings in my conscience, I shall know
I am a criminal, guilty for being born, even more
guilty for living on
Guilty for breathing and dreaming of a better world
where freedom and joy, love and acceptance abound
guilty for being a flawed human being who should be
kept in the straightjacket of legislation, laws and
regulations - guilty for being
A specimen of the species homo erectus - bureaucracy
has been designed to strangle all humanity out of me -
but I learnt to love breathing because breathing
has been outlawed...
*
Let’s kill the world, let’s all die out, it’s my highest dream
to become extinct, let’s kill the world, let’s all die out,
my highest vision is one of extinction...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Meaning Of Loneliness
Lost in a strange city, no where to turn
Far cry from the streets that I came from
It can get lonely when you're trav'ling hard
But you can even be lonely
Standin' in your own backyard
Nobody knows the existential dread
Of the things that go on inside someone else's head
Whether it be trivial or something that Dante said
But baby, nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No matter how well ya know someone
You can only ever guess
How can you ever really know somebody else?
It takes more than a lifetime
Just to get to know yourself
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
(Instrumental & sax)
I have to say a word about solitude
For the soul it sometimes, they say can be good
And I'm partial to it myself, and well I must confess
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
Well, it's Satra and Camu
Neitche and Hess
If ya dig deep enough you're gonna end
Up in distress
And no one escapes havin' to live life
Under duress
And no one escapes the meaning of loneliness
Well, they say keep it simple
When it gets to be a mess
And fame and fortune
Never brought anyone happiness
I must be lucky, some of my friends think
That I'm really blessed
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no-no-no-no-no
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness
No-no, no-ooh body knows the meaning of loneliness
Nobody knows the meaning of loneliness.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Wide Open Spaces
Who doesnt know what Im talking about
Whos never left home, whos never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Many precede and many will follow
A young girls dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasnt yet guessed
Chorus:
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes
She travelled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she wont be coming back with the rest
If these are lifes lessons, shell take this test
Repeat chorus
She knows the high stakes
As her folks drive away, her dad yells, check the oil!
Mom stares out the window and says, Im leaving my girl
She says, it didnt seem like that long ago
When she stood there and let her own folks know
Repeat chorus
She knows the high stakes
She knows the high stakes
She knows the high stakes
She knows the high stakes
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Mixed Messages
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Your messages are sending me a meaning.
I interpret most of them as being mixed.
I think you know it.
And that's intented.
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Is there something here we should be investing?
With some time given,
To digest!
If we conversated to replace the guessing.
I'm not the one to be confused about a message.
I'm the kind that likes it more direct.
If you've got some feelings for me confessed them.
Help me out here,
Let's not start a mess.
Eliminate the guessing,
And put this at rest.
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Is there something here we should be investing?
Let's eliminate the guessing,
And put this at rest.
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Help me out here,
Let's not start a mess.
The less guess work will put my mind at rest.
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Less guess work will eliminate a mess.
Help me out here,
Let's not start a mess.
Less guess work will eliminate to put this mess at rest.
Do you know,
What I think I do?
Your messages are sending me a meaning.
I interpret most of them as being mixed.
I think you know it.
And that's intented.
I think you know it.
And that's intented.
But mixed messages are not the kind,
I think are the best.
If you want some answers,
You're the one that must confess.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The List Goes On
Radio play, just depresses me today,
Why is it so throwaway?
The lists that you write just to classify this tripe,
When clearly it all sounds the same
I've heard it all done before,
100 years ago, or more,
Orginality is so passe
Just the same old politics
Through pretentious effects units,
By self obsessive slobs... the list goes on
Madia press has become an utter mess,
The opinions of failed pop stars,
They constantly try to divert the public eye,
Led by large cash advances and such
I've heard it all done before,
100 years ago or more
Originality is so passe,
Forgotten geners get re-hashed
Create the craze, create the cash,
Will you buy anything... the list goes on
And I will try, not to let this get to me,
But it goes on,
Yeah it goes on, and on and on and on...
I've heard it all done before,
100 years ago or more,
Originality is so passe,
I'll never lose my faith in you,
If nothing's good what can you do,
Just don't buy anything,
The list goes on,
On the list goes on
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.
quote by Willa Cather
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I Have Learned
I’ve learnt to understand that….
A prohibitive degree of inner freedom –
Not a caprice but a strain.
Up to the end it will remain!
I’ve learnt to understand that….
The tales we dream up
We write out of our own head.
And…. we should cherish that!
I’ve learnt to break up the rules,
So that no one should be hurt.
Using my own tools,
I would like to avoid the dirt.
I’ve learnt to believe that….
There are no ideal relations.
They can be sometimes a brief,
Very often with a frustration.
I’ve learnt to feel that….
Striving for harmony I love disharmony.
Loving in everything the truth
The lies sometimes sooth.
I’ve learnt to be patient,
Though not everyone knows it.
It’s better to be absent
Than to throw a stone into a shit.
I've learnt not to be afraid of any competition,
There is only right or wrong choice,
There is only someone's ambition,
There is only strong or weak voice.
I've learnt to understand that....
Love can't be found where it doesn't live,
If love exists it can't be hidden.
A true love can't be forbidden.
I’ve learnt to understand that….
Love can't be found where it doesn't exist,
Love can't be hidden where it is.
A true love you can persist.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Relevant It Isn't
The cost of living
Getting out of reach.
The English language,
Taught in schools...
Becoming overruled,
As not the only language to be used.
Outsourcing now is an acronym for loss.
While those on foreign shores,
Rule as the new boss.
Relevant it isn't!
Not to those blind to this.
Values once upheld and shared.
Standards of life disrespected and bared.
Crime and corruption now seduces like a treat.
And welcomed like a lost friend,
Eager to meet on urban streets.
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this.
Trapped in racist sentiments.
Mindlessness connecting this.
A consciousness limited to selfishness!
Self examinations go dismissed.
A finger pointing is quick to lift.
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this!
Politics dropping lives like flies.
Using alibis to deny a truth that hides.
And whose interests are left in the banks to dry?
Relevant it isn't.
Not to those blind to this!
But to those demystisfied...
Can not cry enough teardrops,
From their swollen eyes!
It's the pitifulness of it,
They wish can be admitted with this weeping!
Dripping like rain...
But gaining little attention,
From those drugged and entertained
By their own self importance.
And 'that' to them,
Is the only relevance that makes sense.
And even that has weakened in priority.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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