Opera or Ballet
Oh joyous delight - finally reached the end of
my lovely Agreement, it should be an opera
sung to the music of Carmina Burana - if a
ballet, danced to the courtiers’ march in
Romeo and Juliet, the climax amazing
The tenant should fund the bill for drafting and
signing the serious contract, the self-satisfied
landlord can inspect and evict as he likes, the
effacing tenant had better beware - I see two
men in Victorian clothing - fencing
About the nefarious terms, no favours shall
nullify the terms by which the landlord can
pocket the deposit, any wrong step made
by the tenant shall render beneficial
occupation impossible - Should the
tenant improve the premises, no advantage
shall accrue to him, should the place burn
down - it will be seen as a scheme and he
shall be held responsible, the end to be
perfect - The angry tenant
shall kill the overbearing landlord with one
blow, then enjoy exercising his right to
beneficial occupation indefinitely - at
least, in the opera or ballet
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Whether it was the tenant who seduced the landlord's wife, or the landlord who seduced the tenant's wife, it is the tenant who would leave the house.
The Ballad Of The Landlord
Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don't you 'member I told you about it
Way last week?
Landlord, landlord,
These steps is broken down.
When you come up yourself
It's a wonder you don't fall down.
Ten Bucks you say I owe you?
Ten Bucks you say is due?
Well, that's Ten Bucks more'n I'l pay you
Till you fix this house up new.
What? You gonna get eviction orders?
You gonna cut off my heat?
You gonna take my furniture and
Throw it in the street?
Um-huh! You talking high and mighty.
Talk on-till you get through.
You ain't gonna be able to say a word
If I land my fist on you.
Police! Police!
Come and get this man!
He's trying to ruin the government
And overturn the land!
Copper's whistle!
Patrol bell!
Arrest.
Precinct Station.
Iron cell.
Headlines in press:
Man Threatens landlord
Tenant Held Bail
Judge GIives Negro 90 Days In County Jail!
poem by Langston Hughes
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There once was a tenant from Dent
Who's nose was all battered and bent;
His Landlord was mad
And he felt rather glad
He'd attacked him for missing his rent.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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A Fair Division
Another Irish landlord gone to grass,
Slain by the bullets of the tenant class!
Pray, good agrarians, what wrong requires
Such foul redress? Between you and the squires
All Ireland's parted with an even hand
For you have all the ire, they all the land.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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A tenant is he
A tenant is he the would-be bee
Too husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher!
O her rose of purest white
Now crimsons the purple night
Clings ravenous the bower
That would-be sting endower!
O she would, encapsulate!
All of his space and time...,
O she would, emasculate!
Him, bring him unto her climb.
Bring him unto her watchtower!
He a homeless tenant, outlier...
He is her; man of the hour!
He is to be her bee emulsifier.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Agrarian Unrest....
my father is a landlord.
He sent me to a big university in the city.
I studied philosophy.
The university taught me about equality.
Compassion. We studied existentialism
The poverty of the masses.
The agrarian unrest.
The essence of man
The quality of life
Justifications of living
Explanations of death
After life.
I wrote a class report about a child who ate
only a handful of rice for breakfast
plus brown sugar as viand
and then a glass of water for his thirst
from the nearby river
and then he was left in the house
as his father works in the field
and his mother
sells vegetables in the market.
When i left the child, The
heavy silence of the world fell upon my shoulder.
One day father took me for a vacation in our land.
There are mountains. Lots of trees.
A beautiful place.
There is a house there
Dilapidated. A tenant lives there
There is a hungry child.
Drought. Long hot days.
I pity the poor condition. But i no longer ask for the cause.
Then the tenant asks me if i can give him land.
Or a part of father's land.
I have no answer.
I could have told him, I do not own anything,
I do not live here
and father is still alive...
And wants me to be firm and cruel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Lynch The Landlord
The landlord's here to visit
They're blasting disco down below
Sez, "I'm doubling the rent
Cuz the buildings condemned
You're gonna help me buy City Hall"
But we can, you know we can
We can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord man
I tell them turn on the water
I tell them turn on the heat
Tells me "All you ever do is complain"
Then they search the place when I'm not here
But we can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord
Let's lynch the landlord
Let's lynch the landlord man
There's rats chewin' up the kitchen
Roaches up to my knees
Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau
Til' the rain pours through the ceiling
But we can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord man
song performed by by Faith No More
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One Born here Has to Will-nilly Live Here!
My Lord, you know me well than I myself,
Every perceptive is deceptive,
I have my visions defective,
My perspective is deceptive,
My own senses runlike
hungry dog after sensual things!
My ego and what I call selfesteem,
Is my own lofty ego centrist thoughts!
May be thoughts rebound,
strike back the source than its target,
defective missiles are these thoughts,
Fall down on launching
On the launch pad itself!
How can be I am lord of my own,
You made me here a tenant,
where I neither can enjoy,
nor can pay taxes,
I have to pay taxes and penalties,
Just because I live here as tenant in this body!
Only I suffer more, than what I can bear,
I have to bear what ever pain!
Stars in the sky seem to smile,
Sun smiles with moon,
On this painful story of men and
Every life on Earth for them,
nothing but,
will-o'-the-wisps,
Will-nilly one born here has to live,
Can only death save me?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Tore Carefully The Edge, Open, Of The Thing
1
a New York, perhaps, story
drunken, again, postmaster/
mistress deposits, months,
your long sent gift into the wrong
mailbox downstairs, tenant of
said mailbox on vacation long away
only just arrived from Barcelona
only just got to his mail, found your
gift for me delivered at my surprised,
happily, door only this dull morning
making/waking up the coffee cup
which, too, was flat until the surprise
knocked, arrived, tore carefully the
edge of the thing, which
brought/brings me still surprise,
joy, eyes, scanning in the images/words
and I am greatly in the
entrance/in-trance of the
unfolding
and elusive eventing of it.
Thank you.
2
Just let you know:
I have written, angry, a note
to the post office, this, late
gift arriving not on time but
timely, blame is no good thing,
yes, to waste on minor salvation
at the door
when two filthy floors below,
just, a note post haste, landlord's,
on tenant door, yellowed paper,
scribbled, declaring, now premised,
BED BUGS
such tenement woes,
now go forth, I, afraid to
touch walls, fast walk
wide away, around, from
it, hard done,
the narrow
stair too
close it is,
fearing what
lives, skin
crawl, therein
and creeping
up,
now,
the
stair
3
That said, nearby flit,
I am in a thorough, now,
(enough) read/study of that
your arrival which would have
eluded me as, once, a young
man, now, yields if one can get
through the densities and
immense, his own, narcissism
but there is, clear, some
greatness therein, it, yielding,
for which Narcissus can
justly be stroked and fond-ed.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Any doctrine that will not bear investigation is not a fit tenant for the mind of an honest man.
quote by Robert G. Ingersoll
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A South American Ode
In all my Enna's beauties blest,
Amidst profusion still I pine;
For though she gives me up her breast,
Its panting tenant is not mine.
poem by by unknown author, translated by Oliver Goldsmith
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The Eviction
Unruly tenant of my heart,
Full fain would I be quit of thee.
I've played too long a losing part.
Thou bringest me neither gold nor fee.
'Tis time thou shouldst thy holding yield,
Thy will and mine no longer meet.
With cockle hast thou sowed my field,
With squanderings all the public street.
Thy presence doth disturb my pride.
Let me be owner of my own.
I fling thee with thy goods outside
And bar re--entry with a stone.
Begone and hide thee from my face.
I will not see thee chiding there.
Away, to live in my disgrace!
Away, to die in thy despair!
O impotence of human wit!
The law is mine, the fault in thee,
And yet in vain I serve the writ,
In vain I scourge thee with decree.
For lo, in stillness of the night,
O'erturning stone and guard and door,
Thou art come with thy lost tenant--right
And hast possession as before.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Within Pink Marble Walls
Within pink marble walls...
beneath the stars
to departed tenant
Godindwelt
the conch hums omkar
poem by Saiom Shriver
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I received a email from you
I received an email from you
that gives me notice
as if I am just a tenant
and another one before it
that no man
ever wants to get
which is like a sword
between us,
piercing and cutting much deeper
than what I know
and I think Lord God
I do not comprehend,
but maybe You do
and still I try to tell you
about my deep love
but between us
every thing now is dead.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mengcheng Cove
I have a new house, at the mouth of the Mengcheng.
The tree at the old one — the willow — feels more sorrow;
though someone new — I don’t know who — will come,
it still has just sorrow for the previous tenant.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by William P. Coleman
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Back To Childhood
i pay a visit to Apolonio today
now on his 60th year as tenant of my grandfather's farm
on my 50th year i begin to see the strangeness of the place
where i spent my childhood
the field of plain grass opens a view of a chase
of memories
coconut trees tower to the heights of my dreams
and the winding paths been converted as a wide street leading to the city
of progress and change
Apolonio's teeth are black and broken like a knife with jagged edge
his body emaciated his speech choppy
beside his wife who is already too forgetful about faces
he heaves a sigh and then tries to remember my mischief
hiding his hat and pushing him into the river
as he pastures the carabao that i let loose on the green fields
father was always angry
and mother was too defensive
the wind begins to blow and the clouds turn darker
yellow leaves fall from a very high makopa tree
and then it starts to rain
the rice ponds make the dripping sound of water
we take shelter in the old house where he now lives
his children have long been gone starting their own lives
in some other landlord's lands
he has regrets since not anyone has finished school
he tells that like a mirror to his past
the rain stops and then i bid goodbye
it is late and have no words to say anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In terms of the idea of long-term occupation - I have been reading a little bit more about this period - and you can see in that occupation are many lessons for the current occupation of Iraq. So we have these connections that go way back that people aren't aware of.
quote by Edwidge Danticat
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