Life-Threatening Stilettos
I always think I am ready to face insomniac nights
until one strikes, it transpires that nothing inspires,
no energy to tackle a good book, TV shows seem
juvenile, my sense of humour gone, Ballando Con
Le Stelle is a culture shock for any follower of the
BBC's Strictly Come Dancing
The Italian show abounds with long, thin insect leg
people, the host cast in a crushing hip-hugging black
corset with life-threatening stilettos resembling a stick-
like ninja knight, she must be young but her heavily
made-up eyes make her seem middle-aged, her
voice flowing in an incessant stream
Aggressive in typical flat-vowel Italian, no fricatives
to make it soothing, it is unnerving; Baroque interior
in red is overwhelming; the men seem perfect to play
Captain Hook in Peter Pan - tall female contestants
stiffly balanced on extra-high heels distorting the
body's proportions in a salt-pillar stance
A female judge wearing only one super-large earring
looks unbalanced; all over the show is awe-inspiring,
all gestures exaggerated; all short, ugly, overweight
people have obviously been shot - what a strange,
intimidating show!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Look Forward To Being Robbed
Great, now I have fever and backache and stiff neck
and a sore ankle and cannot sleep, covered my head
and neck with Vicks, rolled myself into an old sheet
lay down but cannot sleep, listening to the sound of
criminals proceeding outside - or so it seems -
Planning a welcoming speech so they would not feel
unwelcome - what sort of life do I lead when I look
forward to being robbed - realising no such luck I got
up, ready to watch bland TV, cheesy Ballande with
long stick insect legs balancing on stiletto heels
Women falling over trying to seduce with evocative move-
ments which make me wish for insecticide - wearing thin
strips of material, the budget does not allow for ball gowns,
contestants have to look great in remnants & feathers, men
wearing jeans - the chattering presenter's raucous voice
Like incessant machine gun fire, she is so pretty but makes
such a terrible noise - where are the criminals and burglars
and housebreakers and thugs when you need them, how
can I prove that I shall be good to them if they do not try
breaking and entering, what use is all we have learnt
About self-defence if we never get a chance to use these
techniques; why am I reduced to watching Ballando when
Lyall Watson's moon and electro-magnetic sunspots make
life unbearable?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Italian Pride
pride… Italian pride is on my mind Italian pride is in my kind so step aside and let me through because its all about the Italian crew. Italian love is all around my fellow Italian people will never let me down so show your pride and show its true so show your pride and show its true because Italian blood follows through out you united we stand divide we fall you can shoot one Italian but you cant shoot us all we are Italian we are full of class mess with us we will kick your ass be true loud and proud to be Italian.
poem by Stephanie Testalamuta
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Where In The World
Where in the world did you go?
Without a clue, without a word
What on earth did I do wrong?
You won't believe how much I hurt
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every day
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Enough to taste of bitterness
Hits me in the face, someone else's wish
Here I lay awake, alone
Just wishing you'd come home
You leave me desolate and torn
Go and fight in someone else's war
And so you put us both to shame
Don't come near me
Don't you make it go away
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
No ones getting younger anyway
Can't you hear me, won't you make it go away?
I can't believe the mess we're in
My sense of humour wearing thin
Gets away with murder every other day
Can you hear me, won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
Won't you make it go away?
song performed by by Erasure
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In Strange Land
How long will you remain in strange land?
People call it illusory, foreign and dreamland
I am unaware of this slippery world
Develop fear now with feet turning cold
I am unable to make out what you can just be?
Lovely, good looking, white in color or black tree
Lovely moon face or glittering shine on cheeks
I am confused now how to ask for and seek
Beautiful things with apparent show has always fascinated
If I am drawn towards then it must not be co-related
As I am normal human being with all worldly desires
If I seek, what has been just pulsating, must be admired
Oh, those diamond jewelleries on beautiful ears
Necklace on neck with all pomp and show without fears
Simple and elegant walk just to pull a man in charmer’s net
I think all works as magic play simply stare and bet
Female as whole is considered as divine form
We must be conscious of it and remain well informed
At every stage that role is magnificently changed
As an actor we play different roles as orchestrated and managed
At some stage we loose some of our common sense
When she has been seen as beautiful object with nonsense?
Whole concept of glamorization appears before eyes
We go deep into bottom and then all such fancy flies
Most memorable aspect of female is her beautiful face
Then good smile and well intentioned move to invite in race
If those things are coupled with little show off and smart move
There remains nothing to be worth trying to prove
Sometimes I shifted to her face and then to her temperament
She was elegant, beautiful and made smart movement
All these things made me restless and pushed to deep thinking
The stage had nearly come where I was about to go down with sinking
Well, this is nice stage where beautiful heart pulsates
So many faces come on screen, compare and equate
Force him to focus on certain dominant features and compel
Dream of beautiful company and expect it to go well
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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(Why Don't You) See The Show Again
They tell me, I'm the man of the hour.
--Champagne, all around
It's been so long since I've been alone?
Sometimes, it gets me down.
And you, You're pretty as a picture
And I don't even know your name
But I sure would like to meet you?
Why don't you see the show again.
I've been singin' these love songs forever
Sometimes the words don't make much sense
So I'm living it all through the music
Using last nights compliments
I've been playing for thousands of people
Sometimes, it just never ends.
But the look in your eyes feels so good to me
Why don't you see the show again.
God knows, there's not much I can say
I don't have time for love in my life
But if I ever thought, about changin' my mind
It might be with you, tonight.
I've been on the road, for so many weeks now
And I'm losin' track of time?
Tryin' to make ev'ryone happy
I wonder what's really mine.
And you, You're pretty as a picture
And I don't even know your name
But I sure would like to meet you?
Why don't you see the show again.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Dancing Girls
Its all become a fantasy
She sits and reads about tiffanys
I moan all day about the state of the world
And the sun beats down
Her book if full of pastel shades
Filigree femmes in lusts of jade
While all around the bullets flew
And the sun beats down
Oh heavy heart, as deep as the endless sea
A thought for every fish, why dont you let them be
Your books so frivol, but Im tired of mine
Show me some
Make me laugh and make me sing
Dancing girls
Make me laugh and make me sing
Dancing girls
So many years but nothings changed
We curse the fire but we still feed its flames
My cards repeating the same sad song
Why dont you put them down?
Tonight is young, as young as she needs to be
Theres room for love, as much as there needs to be
Show me a drink, show me a smile
Show me some
Make me laugh and make me sing
Dancing girls
Make me laugh and make me sing
Dancing girls
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Death Of Peter Pan
The Death of Peter Pan
Peter Pan used to be black, he could sing and dance
and make jazz hands. He was so good that it made
sense to make him white, the world embraced him.
Everyone had a stake in him as he was transformed
into a pale ghost with a plastic nose, no one laughed
too much money at stake. Peter Pan liked children
too much for normal society to tolerate, but money
smoothed the way, but do not do it again.
Peter Pan was fragile doctors were always at hand to
give him injections that lifted his spirit and made him
feel good, and he needed more of it now that he was
middle aged, yet trying to look fourteen. His handlers
thought there was more money to wring out of his
tortured body. One, two, three, Peter couldn’t breath
collapsed in heap, and that’s a pity now that USA has
a black president and he could be himself again.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Show Dont Tell
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
How many times do you hear it?
It goes on all day long
Everyone knows everything
And no ones ever wrong
Until later
Who can you believe?
Its hard to play it safe
But apart from a few good friends
We dont take anything on faith
Until later
Show dont tell
Show me dont tell me
Youve figured out the score
Show me dont tell me
Ive heard it all before
Show me dont tell me
I dont care what you say
Show me dont tell me
You can twist perceptions
Reality wont budge
You can raise objections
I will be the judge
And the jury
Ill give it due reflection
Watching from the fence
Give the jury direction
Based on the evidence
I, the jury
Show me dont tell me
Hey --- order in the court
Show me dont tell me
Lets try to keep it short
Show me dont tell me
Enough of your demands
Show me dont tell me
Witness take the stand
Show me dont tell me
Show me dont tell me
Hey --- order in the court
Show me dont tell me
Lets try to keep it short
Show me dont tell me
I dont care what you say
Show me dont tell me
Lets see exhibit a
song performed by by Rush
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All Different, But Still The Same
Some people have short hair, some have long.
Some people have thick hair; some people’s hair is all gone.
Some people have black hair, some have gray.
Some people have brown hair, some blonde, some red.
Some people’s hair a color unsaid.
Some people are short, some people are tall.
Some people will love you; some won’t like you at all.
Some people like hot weather, some like cold.
Some people are timid, some people are bold.
Some people have dark skin, some people have light.
Some people have black skin, some people have white.
Some people eat meat; some won’t touch it at all.
Some people have a good memory, some can’t recall.
Some people accept Christ, some never will.
Some people are stingy, some people give.
Some people like school, some people don’t.
Some people will excel, some people won’t.
Some people smoke cigarettes, some never will.
Some people are honest, some people steal.
Some people have book knowledge;
But don’t know the Holy Book.
Some people burn food, some people can cook.
Some people are old, some people are young.
Some people do smart things, some people do dumb.
Some people just have a diploma
Some people have degrees.
Some people do things slow, some with a breeze.
Some people are complainers, some easy to please.
Some people hate shopping, some stay in the mall.
Some people hate God, but God loves us all.
We are all different, but still the same.
When I get cut, I bleed red;
You get cut, red blood you’ll shed.
Some people are plump, some people are thin.
But we are all the same, we’re all human being.
Copyright © 2010-Phyllis Strong
poem by Phyllis Strong
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A Little Bit
And it will take a little bit of extra time
To make it shine, to make it shine
And it will take a little bit of extra care
To bring it where you think it's there
And there's no one else around
This is what I've found Anyone you see
Anyone you meet
Some one at your feet
Anyone could be that one
Anyone you know
Anywhere you go
Some one in a show
Could be that one
And it will take a little bit of all you've got
To get a shot, get a shot
And it will take a little bit of extra care
To bring it where you think it's there
And there's nowhere else to go
This is what I know
Anyone you see
Anyone you meet
Maybe down the street
Anyone could be that one
Everywhere you look
Pages of a book
All the years it took
Everything got you down
And it will take a little while to get back home
The road is long, the road is long
And it will take a little work to get it back
To mend the cracks, to bridge the gaps
Anyone you see
Could be the one
Anyone you meet
Could be that one
Some one at your feet
Could feel the same
Maybe you'd complete
Could share your name
Anywhere you look
Pages of a book
Everything she took
Never let it keep you down
Holding out for used
Broken up and bruised
Losable to lose
Anywhere you go
Anyone you know
Think it doesn't show
Everybody knows
Anyone you meet
Maybe down the street
(And it will take a little time to get back home)
Some one at you feet
song performed by by A-Ha
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Show It At The Beach
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach
They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
And they won't let us show it at the beach
But you can show it in your parlor to most anyone you choose
You can show it at a party with your second shot of booze
You can show it on the corner wearin' overcoat and shoes
But they won't let us show it at the beach
No they won't let us show it at the beach friends
Ah they won't us show it at the beach
Oh they're sure we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach
So they won't let us show it at the beach
But you can show it in the movies on the cineramic screen
You can show it in the most sophisticated magazine
You can show it while you're bouncing on the high school trampoline
But they won't let us show it at the beach
But if you've got a gun it's legal to display it on your hip
You can show your butcher knives to any interested kid
But if it's made for lovin' then you'd better keep it hid
And they won't let us show it at the beach
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Who You Calling Shorty
I am the short girl who
is always at the end of the line
looking up at the shoulders of others
and I don't' like that.
All the models are tall and have long legs
me, I'm short and made to feel like a child
especially when standing in line staring at backs.
I am the short girl.
So I stand back when tall people approach
so as to not have to crane my neck looking up
I like shorter men most times for the same reasons and more
I have learned to resent the tall shelves built into my kitchen
and subway straps which stop too short
for me to reach.
Overly tall heels make me look like a stork walking
and hurt my feet;
I am the short girl
and I see guys
looking over my head
at other girls
when we talk.
So I make up for it by being smart
and putting cushions on my chair
by being a good dancer on the dance floor
although they told me I didn't have 'good lines'
in my ballerina class.
I am the short girl
and don't know what to do.
What would you do
if you were me?
I guess I could stop complaining
and grow up
but only if I could;
see what I mean?
Short people are the unseen minority
and please tell the rap people
to stop calling me shortie;
that is rubbing it in.
Some of us have bone implants
put into our shins
to gain an inch
but that is not me
that seems drastic and risky.
So I will relax into my navel landscape
and looking up at chins;
I suppose life could be worse
than merely being always called shortie.
But folks keep in mind
true though that might be
us short people
don't like that only our height is being seen
as the most important thing
people see.
So all you storks
gangly and tottering
know by aged 60
you will all lose height
and you tall folks
will sink right down
to the same height
as the rest of us.
Then you and I will
come to see eye to eye.
Until then
see this as the short person's manifesto.
(Smile)
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I love the Italian culture, it's a beautiful culture. I love the language, the Italian people, their music, their attitudes...I just love it! Sometimes I think I'm an Italian trapped in a Spanish woman's body.
quote by Penelope Cruz
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Save This Love Passion
Dance mon amour,
Please dance for me.
show me your perfect curve,
Make me alive, make me lured.
Dance my perfect love,
Please dance for me.
Show me what you can do,
Make me sweat, Make me full.
Dance my truly queen,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are the one,
Make me real, make me whole.
Dance you beauty soul,
Please dance for me.
Show me you only for me,
Make happy, make me feel.
Dance my dear companion,
Please dance for me.
Show me you are chosen one,
Make me love you, make last.
Dance my favourite song,
Please dance for me,
Make me true, make my session.
Make me save this love passion.
poem by Gianni Pintus
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Sonnet: Show Me …
Show me a hand that’s scarred by giving alms;
Show me an arm that helped others life-long;
Show me a face of greed that always calms;
Show me a voice tired by divine song.
Show me a foot that’s lame, walking with God;
Show me a tongue pale, speaking holy words;
Show me a soul that fears not God’s just rod;
Show me an eye blind that loves killing birds.
Show me a knee, pained by genuflection;
Show me a soul upright that fears its loss;
Show me body weak by meditation;
Show me a shoulder burdened by Christ’s cross.
Show me a heart gone small, loving brethren;
Show me a mind tired seeking Heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-14-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God, Let Me Be Straight
If straight I am, my mind cannot be weak;
If honest I'm, the liars make me weep;
If good I am, living is tough to eke;
If balanced I'm, I work well, play and sleep.
If humane be, the people ignore me,
If kind I am, the others fear me not;
If love you show, they misunderstand thee;
If forgiving, they think I can't be hot.
Hard-work in life, awaste can never go;
The cheats can't cheat for long and endlessly;
The day will come when success sure will show,
And God will clad His Upright in glory.
Let sufferings and failures threaten me;
I know I'll win on earth, ultimately.
poem by John Celes
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Nothing To Show
Nothing to show beyond the fear I had
Body so warm within his perfumed bed
Sleeping alone, the shadow of a man
He will entice you too, and if he can
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing is handed, power is changing fast
Many the empty hopes his lips caress
Sorry to say his days are spent in vain
Chasing a dream of doom of nights in pain
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Shadowy nights of memories of the grave
Gentle my love and sweetness sometimes sick
Keep up his time while his crimes are known
Only a fool can see he's sold his love
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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Sara
A senior in high school
Ready for graduation
A good student
A wonderful friend
A girl who means a lot
To many people
Someone who has an awesome
Sense of humor
A girl who changes peoples' lives
A girl who inspires people to write
One of the smartest people
In the worldA girl who will make your day
Make your week
Make your life worth living
A girl who opens your eyes
To a new way of living
A girl who can steal your heart
In just one conversation
You may begin to think
That's the girl who's going
To make it
Make it up and over that huge hump
We call life
And she is the greatest person I've
Ever met in my life
But she's just a girl
A girl with a
Kind and loving heart
That I will never forget
As long as I live
p.s.
Sarah I am so glad I met you
For because of you I found what I
Really want to do
In my life
Thank you Sarah for being Sarah
And teaching me what you did
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Have You Ever Been
Have you ever been
Have you ever been
To Electric Ladyland?
The magic carpet waits
For you
So don't be late
I wanna show you
The different emotions
I wanna run to
The sounds and motions, heeey
Electric woman waits for you and me
So it's time we take a ride
We can cast all of your hang-ups over the seaside
While we fly right over the love filled sea
Look up ahead
I see the loveland
Soon you'll understand.
Make love, make love, make love, make love.
I wanna show you
The angels will spread their wings, yeah
I wanna run to
Good and evil lay side by side
While electric love penetrates the sky
I wanna show you
Lord, Lord, Lord I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Haaa, haaa , haaa
I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Show you
Oh ! I wanna show you
You gotta believe i wanna show
I wanna show you
I wanna show you
Ah yeah, I wanna show you
I wanna show you...show you!
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Turn It On Again
All I need is a tv show, that and the radio
Down on my luck again, down on my luck again
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
Its driving me mad just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when shes not there
I, i, i...
Youre just another face that I know from the tv show
I have known you for so very long I feel you like a friend
Cant you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while
Can I meet you another day and we will fly away
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
I can show you I can show you some of the people in my life
Its driving me mad its just another way of passing the day
I, I get so lonely when shes not there
I, i, i...
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again i can see another face
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again I can see another face
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again
song performed by by Genesis
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