No Sage
No sage has record of the event,
These are false keepers of knowledge;
Influence of the worst monster
Falls on the weak and lame,
So events have the ability to cast shadows
On unsuspecting travellers;
A long thought has the ability to enslave
The keepers of illness, and this means health!
The black-clad creatures of a secret goal
Wink at the villagers, pretending to hurt them
In return for treasure, that has been kept for riches.
Misery and Woe spells disaster for the innocent ones
Who live among the informers,
It is harder to elucidate the issue!
It must be dangerous to swear to the dark monster
Called the one titanic creature;
Dragons have been disturbed,
A shift in behaviour has led to evil being retold.
No sage swerves and misreads the chosen scripture,
The holiness is profound and normal at times.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Finders Keepers
I kicked out of the surf
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my woody
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back
My nine five board was gone
She said yeah she said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
I saw a hodaddy
Paddlin out by the pier
Well he musta got my board
cause mine isnt here
But I know how to fix him
Ill just raise that meatball flag
He said yeah he said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
He took off on a swell
When he saw the flag
Hes just a crazy hodaddy
Pullin some kind of gag
He went over the falls
And now my boards
Coming back to me
I said yes I said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
(thatll teach him to mess with my board
Next pass next time...)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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A True Heroine (Ode To Four Heroines)
Your monster was most tragically familiar to you,
And most certainly, unfortunately, real;
You were innocent, and needed someone, to do
Something, so that fear alone was not all you did feel!
I cannot fathom the childhood you had-
All your nightmares were made to come to life,
Replete with a heinous monster you called 'Dad'!
This was sure to be a most surreal strife-
Where were your guardians during all of this?
Their failure is unforgettable, as is their callousness!
Yet, from this tragedy, most profound,
You have emerged as a true heroine;
Your ability to persevere continues to astound-
It is an honor to be counted amongst your kin!
-Maurice Harris,2 August 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend
Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new
song performed by by En Vogue
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The proposition that the people are the best keepers of their own liberties is not true. They are the worst conceivable, they are no keepers at all; they can neither judge, act, think, or will, as a political body.
quote by John Adams
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The proposition that the people are the best keepers of their own liberties is not true. They are the worst conceivable, they are no keepers at all they can neither judge, act, think, or will, as a political body.
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The Monster Inside Me
vs.1 When I walk down through Alligator Alley,
I really don't know what to do with the
Big, gigantic dragons that blow fire out their mouth,
And everyday, it seems as if they're aimin' it at me.
(chorus)
That's when the monster inside of me comes out,
That's when I jump right back and make 'em scream and shout.
All the wild animals come out to join in,
Man, you gotta believe within
The monster inside me!
vs.2 When I'm with all the wicked creatures in this world,
Don't wanna p-s me off or mess with me.
The huge and freaky madness of them withhold,
And every night, it seems as if they never leave me be.
(chorus)
(solo)
Bridge: Now, when the time comes,
You can tag along.
But for the time being, it's too dangerous,
I gotta go solo!
(chorus) x 2
Yeah, there's a monster
Inside me! !
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Monster Mash
I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You have the right to feel, you are successful
Success, sweet success
Success, it is waiting for you
To own and hold on to it
Success of any kind
Has easy access
If you are after it restlessly
Success is not indeed the end
It is the beginning of a
New chain of successes
Simple it is to be successful
So simple, you wonder how many of us are not at it
It all depends on what you feel
Success means to you
You may school your thoughts
And train your emotions
To feel successful on everything
That happens around you
Your retention of all your
Physical, mental and social abilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make friends
And help them out in times of need
Is indeed your success
Your ability to keep your cool
In emotionally competing events
And situations
Is indeed your success
Your ability to make your ends meet
Come over challenges, emotional or otherwise
At the right time and in a rightful manner
Is indeed a success
Your ability to stand up
And hold on to your values
Is indeed a success
Your ability to be able to
Discharge your assigned responsibilities
Is indeed your success
Your ability to objectively assess
People and events
Without painting them subjectively
Is indeed your success
Your ability to stay most of your time positive
Progressive and productive
Creative and innovative
Is indeed your success
Your ability to hold on to
Your original traits
Without succumbing to the temptations
Of becoming someone else
Is indeed your success
If this forms your scale to measure success
You have the right to feel
You are successful
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Pillow Monster Meets Razel's One Thumb
Pillow Monster one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel's one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Pillow Monster bumps into her chair,
Razel says, 'Hey, you messed up my hair! '
Pillow Monster offers her a ice blue comb,
he says 'Sorry Razel, here's one comb to take home.'
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
'I here you will dress as a clown in disguise'
Pillow Monster then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Pillow Monster thought and then cried,
'I don't dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! '
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
'Don't worry my precious Pillow Monster's toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! '
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Let Them Think (Distraction)
Let them think
I’m not more than a smiling statue
Let them say
I’m just a shallow beauty
That so easy to be swept by world current
When inside I analyze everything
And laugh to the fool around me
Let them think
I’m a weak fragile creature
Let them speak
I’m too useless to be consider as obstacle
And not dangerous enough to be watched
When inside I steady my pace
To sneak and reach my goal
Let them think
I’m just a crazy unstable child
Let them discuss
I should go on therapy
When they actually doesn’t really understand or care about me
But inside my emotion is clearer and stronger than anyone
And I could decide which wrong or right
Let them think
I’m a stupid loyal subordinate
Let them treat
It doesn’t matter if I’m not exist
And made only to follow order
When inside I’m an opportunist monster
That hold every their little dirty secret
To use it for my own
Let them think
I’m a naïve innocent girl
Let them point
They dislike me because I never taste the difficulty
Because I never face the cruel world
When inside the dark has lived in my heart
And behind the mask that never cracked
I enjoy that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Death
I see the monster wake up with rage
and we feed
our enemies to it.
Bullets and bombs and guns
answer its call
and even some of us fall under its spell.
The monster blows fire
and havoc and shock everywhere
and some wounded beg for it to come.
The innocent suffer the most
and hope for it to pass by
and I hear woman and babies cry.
I do not die,
but that monster kills something
deep in me
and I will never be free
from the impact
that the monster’s tracts leave.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Monster you so call
You think im a monster
you think im no good
but under this monster is a creature
under this creature..there is a future
and that future had a past
and that past wasnt pleasent
my past made me into this monster
this monster is living the past
this creature is living the future
poem by Bobby Butterfield
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Clintonobamanous
Something strange has developed.
A creature able to interchange
Both its sex and its name came.
With a power so intense...
It would sit and steam,
To gather its own wits!
That is how powerful the force,
It had over the unsuspecting villagers!
The ones who could, at first sight...
Make no sense of it!
Out of the darkened shadows it appeared.
And as it neared,
Not one of the villagers had minds that were clear.
They fought a leader blinded by arrogance.
Blinded by a need to sustain an ego...
Dressed by greed to deceive.
And as rumors of this creature spread across the land,
Few thought this was idle gossip.
Yet the whispers grew louder...
As the winds of it began to drift towards them.
Removing rusted visions no one could withstand.
And this creature...
Having the head of a woman.
Having the strength of a man.
Shocked those staring.
Shocking all who stood to stand!
And an old man cheered...
As the children to it ran!
'Clintonobamanous', this creature roared!
'Clintonobamanous', you will not ignore!
And on the fields...
Every hint of a 'bush' hiding misdeeds kept secret,
Lifted from the surprising eyes...
Who knew their lives would forever be changed!
Clintonobamanous came to reign!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Keepers of Sound
The keepers of sound
Pass through a waterfall
Pass through silence, only to break it
Keep motions and movements connected
In the circle of life
The keepers of sound
Pass through solid walls
Pass through stillness, only to break it
Soothe us to sleep
The keepers of sound
Pass through worlds only they can see
The transformation
From human to keeper
Is one that takes patience,
Kindness, and honesty
That transformation
Takes strength,
Friendliness and love
To pass through the wall
That separates humans and keepers
You have to have a light heart
And be whole
The Path Of Normality
They say I'm special, they say I'm weird, they call me unique, and yet I cry no tear. For I am on a path, one for all too someday see, a path of normality that will someday be apart of me. But shall I stay this way, am I a monster shall I be, for there are certain parts of me that none shall ever see, the part that is never for anyone to meet. For the real me is strong and my rage is like wheat, thin as a feather, but heavy as a brick, there's only so long until it falls.
For once it does, Oh God curse that day, for torture am me so I keep my mind at bay. At bay for what is never to be … a monster… a human… a resentful me. For I go day by day with what is call "normality", hoping that every day I live, and die as me. For to be someone else is something other than me, other than normal, a monster I fear of thee. For even if I die today I want all to tell and see, how I am on a path of normality to finally find the True Me. Hiding or exposed I don't care of thee, because now I am set right … now I feel flight … and soon I will bask in the glory of seeing them real me, starting with a path of normality.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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I shuddered to think how completely the insane were in the power of their keepers, and how one could weep and plead for release, and all of no avail, if the keepers were so minded.
quote by Nellie Bly
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Slept Mind
I free the minds of those who sleep
In a trance for all time, the very weep.
Weeping tears are falling on the horizon
Affecting my train of thought like magic gold.
The seeing of the ocean is an event
On the day we stood still, in emptiness.
What is creation of civilisation in the sea?
Is it love of a monster or the sea?
Love is the sea as we are colossal
And loving the trees of the ocean is pleasant.
The monster within created itself,
But the sea is a monster created by tears.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Death
Though the world
just beyond the darkness
in which the girl was
curled up was unreachable,
she often wondered
how to escape the evil heart
of such a monster.
How terrible it is to live in-
to be trapped in-
the chamber of someone
whose face is never seen,
whose voice is never heard.
She shoved herself deeper
into her corner,
trying desperately to peer
through the thick black ink,
half-praying that she
could meet the monster,
half-praying that it
would keep its distance.
There was complete silence
from the other side
of the door.
It was a new, strange silence,
though, and she knew
that it was time.
She held her breath,
the door creaked open, and
the monster silently slipped in.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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