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Dragonflies

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who can tell your stories?

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
are you working,
or just playing?

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
why don't you come
and rest beside me.

Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who wants to hear my story?

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Busy

I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.

I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.

I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.

I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....

I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Beat A Drum

The sun reflected in
The back of my eye.
I knocked my head against the sky.
The dragonflies are busy buzzing me.
A seahorse as if we were in the sea.
Half way from coal
Half way to diamond.
My fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
Gathering as far as I can reach.
Perched up on the precipice
And this is what Ive seen.
This is all I want,
Its all I need.
This is all I am.
This is all I want,
Its all I need.
A bluejay hectors from the felled catalpa tree.
Doctorate in science and the theologians dream.
The dragonflies are trying to lecture me.
A seahorse as if we were in the sea.
But this is all I want,
Its all I need.
This is all I am,
Its everything.
This is all I want,
Its all I need.
Beat a drum for me
Like a butterfly wing.
Tropical storm across the ocean.
But dont explain Im sure Ill want to know
But dont forget were just halfway from home.
This is all I want,
Its all I need.
This is all I am,
Its everything.
This is all I want,
Its all I need.

song performed by by REM
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By The Pond In Shade

She sat down with you
by the pond
the summer heat

and dragonflies
skimming across
the water's skin

and the odd duck or so
setting down there
and she said

I want to have kids one day
and be a good mother
and make my kids happy

and meet their needs
and not be a moaning mum
like my own

and you looked at her
taking your eyes off
the ducks and dragonflies

and letting them rest
upon her face
and wondered how Rubens

would catch her
or maybe Renoir
and you said

I'm sure you will some day
and they'll be lucky kids
and maybe you won't moan

or chide too much
and then silence
as you swam over

her features
her eyes
her nose

her rose kissed cheeks
the way she sat
her elbows on her knees

the summer skirt
showing a little thigh
and she said

pointing to the water
we used to swim in there
when we were young

before mother caught us
with that Barber boy
but it was fun

and innocent
but she never saw things
that way

and then she smiled at you
and you said
wish we could go swim there

like that today
while the sun's out
and the dragonflies

are skimming
and the ducks are here
but she just shook her head

and laughed
and ducks flew off
but dragonflies stayed

where you sat with her
by the pond
in cool of shade.

poem by Terry Collett
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Busy Bodies

So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Beat A Drum

The sun reflected in
The back of my eye.
I knocked my head against the sky.

The dragonflies are busy buzzing me.
A seahorse as if we were in the sea.

Half way from coal
Half way from diamond.
My fall knocked a mean chip out of me.
Gathering as far as I can reach.
Perched up on a precipice
And this is what I've seen.

This is all I want

song performed by by R.E.M. from Reveal
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The Barreness Of A Busy Life

Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
(Socrates)

bored as barren
a body that is bone-dry,
a walk in the desert,

dry as dust,
moistureless existence
lips parched,
a thirsty soul,
a life waterless

busy, busy, busy,
that is what you are.

beware, for soon
in seeking life
busy, busy, busy,
you lose it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dragonflies That Cynthia Sings From Afar

cynthia from far sings about the flutteing wings of
some dragonflies

those that i see in my dreams:

blue elongated bodies,
red gossamer wings of dragonflies
flying on the yellow green and baby pink winds

floating sofly in my dreams
from a faraway place my dear cynthia sings

her dragonfly songs
those that ease my pains

all about love and its truth
that the hands of the past can no longer ever hold

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dancing Dragonflies

The first time I saw some dragonflies,
I could not quite believe my eyes.
They darted around by the willow trees,
With such sheer agility and amazing ease.

I had thought it an illusion, but it is true:
Their bodies really do shine electric blue.
Across the water, the dragonflies danced;
I watched their antics, feeling entranced.

Through the air, the dragonflies zoomed:
Like little lights, in the shadowy gloom.
Dancing about where the light was dimmer,
Their bright blue bodies shone and shimmered.

They gave the most skilful flying display,
And I couldn't quite drag my eyes away.
They really were such an awesome sight;
I couldn't help but give a gasp of delight.

One landed nearby, upon the railing
Of the boat, on which I was sailing.
My camera, from my lap, I slowly raised,
But, sensing my movement, it flew away.

A most charming sight these creatures made,
And I really wish that I could have stayed.
From beneath the willows, the boat pulled away,
But I will always remember that summer's day.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Too Busy

Too busy rushing to get to the next 'high'.
Kept addicted and detached.

To busy too disconnect,
From anything associated with accountability.

Too busy entertaining delusions kept met,
With no regrets of dismissing a seriousness.

Too busy they are protesting,
A reality of life just met and upsets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busy, busy, busy

Busy, busy, busy Rick
Like a little working bee
Flying from flower to flower
Gathering sweet nectar
From dawn to dusk
Sometimes into the night
Busier than a little working bee

poem by Josephine Lee
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The Dragonflies Poem

The Dragonflies Poem
I saw the Dragonfly.
He was flying way up high.
I saw the Dragonfly.
Early in the morning,
early without warning.
Down by the water,
early without warning.
I saw the pretty dragonfly;
he was flying way up high.
I suppose they eat all day:
what do you think they eat.
I suppose they eat all day:
is it bread or is it meat.
I suppose they eat all day.?
No, not like ewe and eye.
We are the dragonflies.

poem by Charles Hice
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Elisha Cook was a darling, and full of the devil. A wired - up little fellow who was always busy, busy, busy.

quote by Marie Windsor
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A Diction Addiction

Busy wizzy likes to move it
Busy wizzy likes to prove it

‘I want to make a figure to hail
I want to make a mast to sail
To sail and sing a hymn or chant
I’ll evenly rhyme or slightly slant

Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’

Busy wizzy likes to paint it
Pedant precise with a masking tape
You think it’s cool, so cool ain’t it
To sit on a die with an ode to an ape?

‘I’ll rape some locks Alexander style
Fairy full cushions for a dame or two
Just sit on a die and wait a while
With verses and cations sitting too.

Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’

Busy wizzy likes to make it
To look so nice anyone can get it
But it’s not cool not cool to fake it
So please if busy don’t be at it.

©Miroslava Odalović

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Busy

hectic ecclectic that's a busy week
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
but the ends made never really met

busy people busy lines
coping day by day
a fee to add to membership fines
life's not ok...not ok

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The funeral

My death would be a piece of news,
Or utmost a surprise or a relief
And in no way a pain or a grief.
Inmates would be busy for my dispatch,
Some would weep and some would be gloomy
As they are there supposed to.
Heirs would be busy in sorting my things.
To see me off, all are busy;
Thank God, I am not there to see.
08.02.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dragonflies

I can see the cloudy sky
Through the window-glass –
There are many dragonflies!

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Devils Been Busy

While youre strolling down the fairway
Showing no remorse
Glowing from the poisons
Theyve sprayed on your golf course
While youre busy sinking birdies
And keeping your scorecard
The devils been busy in your back yard
Steaming down the highway
With your trucks of toxic waste
Where you gonna hide it
In the outer space?
You dont know what youre doing
Or what you have to guard
The devils been busy in your back yard
Sometimes you think youre crazy
But you know youre only mad
Sometimes youre better off not knowing
How much youve been had
You see your second cousin
Wasted in a fight
You say he had it coming
You couldnt do it right
Youre in a western movie, playing the part
The devils been busy in your back yard
Sometimes they say youre wicked
But you know that cant be bad
Sometimes youre better off not knowing
Itll only make you sad
Theyre coming down picadilly
Dripping at the dash
Wasting sticky willy
Covering him with their cash
They just might not have noticed, theyve been beating him so hard
And the devils been busy in your back yard
Devils been busy in your back yard
Devils been busy in your back yard

song performed by by George Harrison
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summer field
how light the sky is
to the dragonflies

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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dragonflies
and children
cruise over the field

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hairdresser On Fire

Here is london, giddy of london
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
Ive got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(or, it could save my life)
Oh, here is london
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But youre remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And youre always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square
And youre just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)
Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
Im gonna sue you
Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...
So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in london
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But youre remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And youre always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square
And youre just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)

song performed by by Morrissey
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