Bazaar Of Balloons
If the ballooned bazaar is barraged by thieves,
Sell it afterwards to a balloonist who believes.
He sells it perhaps to a merchant on the loose,
This man offers a price to others to abuse
Them.
If this bazaar of balloons is a balcony now,
We see further than thieves can allow.
The plan is to frustrate the balloonist
In order to triumph with the cartoonist
Who draws from this.
The thieves have stolen the painting,
The painting of balloons they were reacquainting.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Duels Between Thieves
Duels between thieves,
Eventually have to happen.
A source to go where thefts are made,
To ensure quality craved maintains its taste...
Does not sustain itself,
When thieves are not focused on originality.
Thieves have none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Down Hard On Crime
They're coming down hard on crime.
And this you can believe.
All eyes will open wide.
And deceit and thieves,
Will cease to be.
So hold your head erect!
And know this will happen soon.
And sing a happy song.
Knowing we'll soon be crook free!
Come from behind those bushes,
Children.
Come...
Come sing along with me!
The 'boogeyman' is gone.
They're coming down hard on crime.
Sing...
('Coming down hard on crime...')
And this you can believe.
('This we can believe...')
I think you've got it.
All eyes will open wide
('Our eyes are open wide...
And deceit and thieves have ceased to be.')
Very nice!
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
Yes...
Deceit and thieves.
('Yes deceit and thieves')
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES.
('DECEIT and THIEVES')
Together and raise our voices high!
YES...
DECEIT and THIEVES...
HAVE CEASED
TO
BE!
Marvelous children!
Wasn't that a 'happy tune'?
NOTE:
Doesn't this remind you of 'something' from...
Let's see...
The Sound of Music?
Yes!
When the hills became alive with it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hospitable Hosts
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
But a gathering of thieves does not perfume the air.
No matter what is used to diffuse the stench...
Many are proud to stink so loudly.
As viewed with noses lifted high in despair.
To thieve and take,
May increase one's social status...
Among thieves.
And there are plenty who fake,
Being more than just thieves.
Some even pretend to be humanitarian.
If not tax deducting philanthropers.
However...
Those who know they are straight up crooks,
Are the most entertaining and hospitable hosts.
They ensure everyone is provided comfort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exploiting The Poor
sneaky thieves emerge bold
plot plan strike then take
priceless dignity unguarded
But what is worse?
When your dignity is stolen
taken with a smile
or when exploiters laugh
at victims or laugh
over their profits
amassed in evil deeds?
sneaky thieves sleep to wake
to prey upon new poor
new cycles of poverty helpless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thieves In The Temple
{long version of thieves in the temple}
I'm holdin' on (i'm holdin' on) the best that i can
Love please, (let me be) let me be the better man
Better than the ones that wanna count me out
Better than the ones that don't know what my love's about
I'm talkin' 'bout the kinda love that can move a mountain
The kinda love that could part the sea
The kinda love that'll last 4 ever
(no matter what u say we should be together)
U should be with me (thieves in the temple)
Yeah, u should be with me
I said i wanna know (talk to me)
One thing (talk to me)
Said i wanna know (talk to me)
I wanna know one thing, baby (talk to me)
How come you said that i was your baby
When u and your love was gonna leave
U led me on, led me on thinkin' u was moses
Herding sheep blindly through a fantasy
U done me wrong (thieves in the temple)
And everybody knows it
Now the sound of my voice is pumpin' in your chest
More or less, i am here to tell u that
I am the best
Better than the rest
Better than the thieves in the temple tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, hurt me
(put it in)
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple
Thieves in the temple tonight
Put your foot on the rock
Let me show you how to clock
Put your foot on the rock
Let me show you how to clock
Thieves in the temple
(what the....?)
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
Who got the party, who got the party, who?
(hurt me)
Thieves in the temple
song performed by by Prince
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200 Balloons
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Lets do it
25 policemen all in a row
Cant stop the party people - go go go
If u cant beat em join em baby say so
Its party time everybody come on lets go
Fly with me
200 balloons (lets do it)
Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think u better love me cuz Im really kind of nice
If u do me once girl u have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if u wanna party tonight
Come on everybody
200 balloons
Everybody sing it
Fly with me (lets do it)
Come on baby fly with me (lets do it)
Fly with me (lets do it)
Come on baby fly with me
Ill buy u love if I got
200 balloons (lets do it)
Tell me that u love me and Ill buy u a fancy car
I made u a couple of times and so u made me a star
So take me 4 what Im worth, love me 4 what I are
(do, do) the partyman, I take u way far
Come on yall
200 balloons
Whos gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Lets do it lets do it
Lets do it lets do it
Its party time yall
200 balloons
(do it) dont stop me now
(do it {poet}) my life has just begun
(do it) rave, unto the joy yall (do it)
The only one dont try to stop me (do it)
Fly with me (do it)
(do it 200 do it 200 do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me
Its party time yall
200 balloons
(lets do it)
200 balloons
(lets do it) (fly with me)
200 balloons
Lets do it lets do it
Hey, its been good!
Fly fly
Fly with me (200 balloons)
Come on baby fly with me (lets do it)
Fly with me
200 balloons
(lets do it)
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Lets do it
[(? ) (? )]
Get (do it, do it) get your house in order
(do it, do it) get your (? ), get your (? ) (200 balloons)
Get your house in, get your house in
Get your hou, get your, get get get get (fly)
(oh yeah) your house in order
Fly with me (200)
Lets do it
Get your house in order
200 balloons
Get your, get your (lets do it)
Turn your heads to the east
Ill be coming from the west
Aint no stoppin me baby
cause Im the best (200)
Cry cry cry
I love it when u moan
This funk will cut so deep
Gonna touch your soul, oh (200 balloons)
(do it, do it, do it, do it)
My funk is multilayered (I just)
Dont stop me now (I just)
I got a fever pumpin
Dont stop me now
Ill make love to u (I just)
[aint day...sea to sea] (I just)
I got a warehouse full of protection, 2 times
Good lord (200 balloons) I wanna be your (rave) busy bee
Ill be your busy bee
Come on queen...
(rave, 200, 200, rave, 200 balloons) (lets do, lets, lets do it)
(rave, fly with me)
(fly with me {200} {rave} {200} fly with me}) (200 {lets do it} balloons)
Rave, unto the joy fantastic, rave
(lets do it)
[...]
Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
song performed by by Prince
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Little thieves have iron chains, and great thieves gold ones.
Poor thieves in halters we behold; And great thieves in their chains of gold.
Like Helium Balloons
Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Ideas imbued with passion rise
Like lead balloons
Bad ideas sink like a rock
Like Burst balloons
That fragment before one’s eyes
Like trial balloons
Ideas conceived, then undock
And float away
Like lover’s sighs…
Like helium balloons
before our very eyes…
poem by David Whalen
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The great thieves lead away the little thieves.
Ideas
Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Things imbued with gas rise
Like lead balloons
Bad ideas sink like a rock
Like Burst balloons
Can fall From the skies
Like trial balloons
Ideas float and undock...
before our very eyes…
poem by David Whalen
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The Madman - His Parables and Poems
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Where Do They Make Balloons?
Marmalade's from Scotland;
Rugs from Pakistan;
Mexico has jumping beans,
And cars are from Japan.
Clowns are from the circus;
Barking comes from dogs;
Eggs come from a chicken,
And log cabins come from logs.
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
New York has tall buildings;
New Jersey has its malls;
Pisa has a leaning tower;
Will it ever fall?
The ocean has the fishes,
London has a tower
And Holland may have windmills,
lots of banks and pretty flowers.
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
Ballooooooons, Ballooooooons,
Ballooooooons, Ballooooooons.
Spaghetti is from China,
But Italians make it best.
Ants can make an ant hill
And monkeys make a mess.
Hungry isn't hungry
And french fries aren't from France,
Turkeys aren't from Turkey,
They can't fly, but they can dance!
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do they make balloons?
But where, where do tehy make balloons?
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Hard criminals
Beggars don’t prefer to be thieves.
Thieves don’t prefer to be robbers.
They all don’t have eye for women.
The rapists are hard criminals.
30.04.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Boomer's Lament (A Country Western Song)
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV
I once worked as a loan officer
at Mega Billions bank
We made some bad decisions
as the staff and assets shrank.
I was escorted from my desk
the day I got the shank-
My Boss made bonus- he has
TARP to thank.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
My Kid is off in College
working hard for his degree
He'll graduate with a B.S.
in compared Anatomy.
When his student loans come due
He'd better not ask me
Twenty two and out is my decree.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree,
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
I got our stuff in storage
and we're down at Motel Six
It's hard for us to sleep at night-
The girl next door turns tricks.
Our bank accounts yield nothing
and We're hostage to the VIX
I gave up my season tickets to the Knicks.
By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree,
Thieves made off with my HDTV.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Eight Balloons
Eight balloons no one was buyin'
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin',
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun - POP!
One thought highways might be fun - POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile - POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child - POP!
One tried to taste some bacon fryin' - POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine - POP!
One looked close in a crocodile's mouth - POP!
One sat around 'til his air ran out - WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin' -
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Thieves of Honor
The Phony Hero, the fake marine
with stolen valor, bemedalled chests.
These are the lowest of the low
Who steal the honor due our best.
Those who never took the field
Who never had to face the foe
Common thieves usurp the medals
owed to men who lie in rows.
True heroes lie in Arlington,
Or in a hundred foreign fields
Or else live private quiet lives’
And never speak about their deeds.
The thieves of honor think to gain
high office by casuistry.
But they will only garner shame
Once we expose their perfidy.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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A Balloon For You All
I want to give you, my dear friends,
A balloon of your choice and colour
So that you will play with it
Your sweet face blooming like a rose.
But you are overgrown
Overgrown like never before!
Some are like Goliaths and some resemble the unknown men from Kob.
Some look like overgrown convent girls and a few are like the Amazons.
I want to sell my balloons at any cost
For my balloons are about to burst any moment.
Once you begin to play with them
I am relieved a lot; who cares for your tears?
I tell a man with salt and pepper on head,
`Buy one balloon and play with it for a while`.
He laughs at me and chases a young girl.
My balloons begin to burst.
I whisper into the ears of a woman selling woes,
` A balloon for your happiness to return, please`
She looks into my basket of colours and throws back a sob.
My balloons begin to shrink.
As I walk along the beach of sand dunes,
The waves of my realisation recede to the depths.
My balloons burst within their little vacuums
As my heart longs for being one among them.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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