Things Encyclopaedias don't tell you
Where do bogies go
when you leave them be?
Do they, Dr. Einstein, cling
to the nostril wall until
dessication overbalances the force
of adhesion against gravity, and
they fall on someone's floor?
How can one equate
the working-out
of natural law with
a clean, scoured, functional nostril or
the pleasure of finger food?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Nostril Noise
Do you not know...
you can also operate
on the nose u know...
to eradicate
that irritating
nostril noise
those thunderous claps
those cloudbursts of buzz saws
those bewailing banshee cries
those sirens ill sung upon pillow rocks
where only softly lapping waves should lull
where only silver sands of sleep should fall
where only waterfalls of dream love should flow
where only whispered pillow talk should soft caress
take out the liberating knife by all means...
a practiced cure is open heart surgery
for that feeble failing ailing heart...
but while he is asleep upon the table
and opportunity comes medically a knocking
drill out that boisterous problem fog horn nose
drill clear hose bent unruly problem passages
drill clear that insidious nostril night disorder
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
quote by George Eliot
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Sci-fi
I'm into sci-fi (sci-fi, sci-fi),
I'm into sci-fi UFO,
I think that I spy (I spy, I spy),
That where I go,
The force will go,
But these opinions,
I keep to myself,
I leave my Asimov,
Closed on the shelf.
Do you dig Einstein? (Einstein, Einstein),
Yeah, but only relatively,
Well its a fine time,
To take a bash,
At his theories,
I think a Star Wars,
Headed this way,
Well go to Mars,
We can work, rest and play.
I'm into sci-fi (sci-fi, sci-fi),
I'm into sci-fi UFO,
Its an agent from Mars,
And hes calling me from the moon,
It's there in the stars,
I've got a gig there in june.
I'm into sci-fi (sci-fi, sci-fi),
I'm into sci-fi UFO,
I think that I spy (I spy, I spy),
Alien stars on our tv shows,
But these opinions I keep to myself,
I leave my Asimov closed on the shelf.
I'm into sci-fi (sci-fi, sci-fi),
I'm into sci-fi UFO,
And to the martians I'm gonna say,
Hello hello,
I'm into sci-fi.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Forces
Force is the absence of thoughts,
Inside this pressure is a precious nature.
May forceful men be absent and free,
An obscure effect has been achieved.
Gravity is the abstinence from religion
Since you fall according to it.
Jumping and rolling carries burden
That munched itself, that delivered happiness.
Force is the healthy form of food,
Opening the chest of drawers is forceful
Like the innocent children who delve into magic.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Clampdown
Taking off his turban they said is this man a jew
Cause theyre working for the clampdown
And they put up a poster saying we earn more than you
When were working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
Train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
Judge said five to ten - I said double that again
Im not working for the clampdown
Well no one born with a living soul
Could be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall cause governments to fall
How can you refuse it
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Dont you know that you can use it
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time theres nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You dont owe nothing so boy get running
Its the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
Cause youre working for the clampdown
And you start wearing the blue and the brown
Cause youre working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
Does it makes you feel big now
And you drift until you brutalize
Youve made your first kill now
I say in these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
I said lately one or two have fully paid their dues
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Hey you are now
Working for the clampdown
Hey you are now
(working for the clampdown)
Kick over the wall (working for the clampdown)
Cause governments to fall (working for the clampdown)
How can you refuse it (working for the clampdown)
Hey get along now
(working for the clampdown)
Giving away no secrets
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Wisdom of Man and Angel
oh! heaven open and pour down the rain and let
the plant grow as the bird fly beyond the night
and day, witness of sky and the sea
flows little wind and gallop the great meadow of
grain, fertile nay loosen your warm sun, and the
beautiful shine will fall down into the nostril of a
baby’s breathe of awesome glow
come dry my hand and cool the eyes that gone in
the calmness of the sea, zoom the gate of eternal
heaven’s life as I pray, oh! come enjoy that amazing
day
welcome as I return dear Heart …
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Last Leap
ALL is over! fleet career,
Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,
Flight of falcon, bound of deer,
Mad hoof-thunder in our rear,
Cold air rushing up our lungs,
Din of many tongues.
Once again, one struggle good,
One vain effort;—he must dwell
Near the shifted post, that stood
Where the splinters of the wood,
Lying in the torn tracks, tell
How he struck and fell.
Crest where cold drops beaded cling,
Small ear drooping, nostril full,
Glazing to a scarlet ring,
Flanks and haunches quivering,
Sinews stiffening, void and null,
Dumb eyes sorrowful.
Satin coat that seems to shine
Duller now, black braided tress
That a softer hand than mine
Far away was wont to twine,
That in meadows far from this
Softer lips might kiss.
All is over! this is death,
And I stand to watch thee die,
Brave old horse! with bated breath
Hardly drawn through tight-clenched teeth,
Lip indented deep, but eye
Only dull and dry.
Musing on the husk and chaff
Gathered where life’s tares are sown,
Thus I speak, and force a laugh,
That is half a sneer and half
An involuntary groan,
In a stifled tone—
‘Rest, old friend! thy day, though rife
With its toil, hath ended soon;
We have had our share of strife,
Tumblers in the masque of life,
In the pantomime of noon
Clown and pantaloon.
‘With a flash that ends thy pain,
Respite and oblivion blest
Come to greet thee. I in vain
Fall: I rise to fall again:
Thou hast fallen to thy rest—
And thy fall is best
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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Queer Things
One nostril means latin,
The other means greek.
My legs will be
little steel rods,
which will continue
trotting after
I am dead.
My arms are
two useless limbs
when I stand on my head,
(Which 1 never do).
My mouth, too often open,
will be my despair -
clogged and sputtering
and drivelling, -
when I'll be very old
(which will never be)
I hate my head
My rotting head
which will never fall of itself
like any decent pear.
It has the intention
of flying up to the sky,
but it will always trail in the dust:
eating grime and dirt,
screaming erotic songs,
begging all the world
to enter in it.
poem by Emanuel Carnevali
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Shadows On The Wall
When the fantasy we live in
Lies in pieces on the ground
And there is no false illusion
That can turn your heart around
Nothing can change the way I feel
Nothing can take your love from me
If only I didnt worry
If only I could see
If only I could see
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Now Im on my own
Chasing shadows on the wall
Shadows on the wall
On the sea of mediocrity
Drifting from a distant shore
No goodbyes no celebration
No-one there to close the door
Only the silence that I feel
Only the lonely road is real
If only I didnt loose you
If only we could be
If only we could be
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Now Im on my own
Chasing shadows on the wall
Shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they start to fall
Chasing dreams that were forever young
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows on the wall
Chasing shadows as they dance on the floor
Chasing shadows on the wall
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Eau de Cologne
Here she comes like an athlete.
She missed the train and sat on the bench next to him.
He sniffs a rare delicate smell and she smiled.
The next train came in time and she got in.
She evaporated saying him bye!
Still he feels that babyish smell at the edge of his nostril.
And this aged man flown to his childhood.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Falstaff: By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins; that, Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
line from The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1602)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Dont Leave Me Now
Dont leave me now
Leave me out in the pouring rain
With my back against the wall
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
Leave me out with nowhere to go
And the shadows start to fall
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
Leave me out on this lonely road
As the wind begins to howl
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
All alone on this darkest night
Feeling old and cold and grey
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
Leave me holding an empty heart
As the curtain starts to fall
Dont leave me now
Dont leave me now
All alone in this crazy world
When Im old and cold and grey and time is gone...
song performed by by Supertramp
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Four Poetic Points For The Neighborhood To Ponder
i
it is that particular moment
when your tongue tastes the skin of the wind
and it shall tell you too about its long
and unfinished journey
it is this intimacy with the hands of the wind
the talk that both of you do more often under the moon
ii
it is when you sit on the floor
your back rests on the wall
it is this intimacy of self-talking upon itself
when the wall begins to respond
when the floor finally makes its comments
iii
the neighborhood begins to doubt you
but you have no doubt about yourself or the floor's sincerity
or the door's indulgence
or the intimacy with the wind and the wall
which offers you a buffer between emptiness and
chaos
eventually everything has come
smooth and natural
well folded like the waves
well covered like the mist on the tree tops
iv
what you have to serve to all these inquisitors
is an empty glass upon an imaginary tray
which they still have to figure out
why you are serving them the perfect drops of silence
for all their thirsts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flameless Torch
mourn
the day where you where born,
morn the moment
when you
will return, stay calm,
be in your
self: for the day is wasted,
waiting the rain that
dried in
the wind for only the thirst that fills,
the
eye that close
as the mouth that breathe, in the
nostril
it blinks forever lease
from
dust, till life
ends return to.......eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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Who ever said that pleasure wasn't functional?
quote by Charles Eames
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Two Look at Two
Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
With thoughts of a path back, how rough it was
With rock and washout, and unsafe in darkness;
When they were halted by a tumbled wall
With barbed-wire binding. They stood facing this,
Spending what onward impulse they still had
In One last look the way they must not go,
On up the failing path, where, if a stone
Or earthslide moved at night, it moved itself;
No footstep moved it. 'This is all,' they sighed,
Good-night to woods.' But not so; there was more.
A doe from round a spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall, as near the wall as they.
She saw them in their field, they her in hers.
The difficulty of seeing what stood still,
Like some up-ended boulder split in two,
Was in her clouded eyes; they saw no fear there.
She seemed to think that two thus they were safe.
Then, as if they were something that, though strange,
She could not trouble her mind with too long,
She sighed and passed unscared along the wall.
'This, then, is all. What more is there to ask?'
But no, not yet. A snort to bid them wait.
A buck from round the spruce stood looking at them
Across the wall as near the wall as they.
This was an antlered buck of lusty nostril,
Not the same doe come back into her place.
He viewed them quizzically with jerks of head,
As if to ask, 'Why don't you make some motion?
Or give some sign of life? Because you can't.
I doubt if you're as living as you look."
Thus till he had them almost feeling dared
To stretch a proffering hand -- and a spell-breaking.
Then he too passed unscared along the wall.
Two had seen two, whichever side you spoke from.
'This must be all.' It was all. Still they stood,
A great wave from it going over them,
As if the earth in one unlooked-for favour
Had made them certain earth returned their love.
poem by Robert Frost
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Horse Latitudes
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
song performed by by Doors
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To Be Forced
To be is forced on everything this day,
Those questions come when work is done, and now;
The beauty of this page is anyhow
What life is brought for those who are a way.
Then force the most from artists anyway,
Keep stealing from the money I allow,
To monsters keep exciting and avow
That this today is formal to display.
What pleasure is that kept us working here,
The super pride is pleasant to the taste,
Food tasted fine, now there were debts for us.
When fun is gotten our disease appear,
To jump is not to laugh, nor please the chaste,
Will grace return to mend this whole crisis?
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Water
Quicksand, my heart is sinking
I try to run but I can't stop thinking
I'm climbin' walls, I'm on the ceilin'
Its gonna take a miracle to heal me
I'm starin' down into the quarry
I see a stone for every sorry
I'm on the edge, I'm goin under
And after I die I'm gonna rise from the water
I wanna blast off,
let gravity dissapear
I'm tired of fallin, fallin, fallin
from the weight of fear
Come and lift me up
into the clean and clear
I'm waitin' on you Jesus in the water here
So come and wash me clean
The sky is red, there's blood on my hands
Cant deny, you're clear where I stand
The burn of sin, I hear them shoutin'
Send me a river to drown this mountain
(Repeat Chorus)
Wash me clean...
Let it wash me, let is wash me, let it wash me clean
(Repeat Chorus)
I wanna blast off,
let gravity dissapear
Come and lift me up,
into the clean and clear
Let it wash me, let it wash me, let it wash me clean
song performed by by Amy Grant
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