Your Eyes Are Like Solar Sparking Bubbles
Your pupil like a fruity half moon
Your eyelashs like Orpheus' lyre
Around the corner
In a shoot-out
The blind reads a paperback dedicated by God under the red rain
Your neck like a pineapple slice in my teeth
Your chin like the bread of Angels
Along the border of the end of the world
You wear white denim jeans
Skinny and tiny
In the front passenger's field of view
Low
Oscillation
Aquatic
Nasc ent
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Bad Denim
You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.
Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
When you wear 'your' blue jeans,
You lift my low self esteem.
Some other people need to quit,
Trying to squeeze them till they rip.
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit in,
Bad denim.
When I see you from the back,
There's no sad sagging that's a fact.
You're like a smooth moving 'caddy'.
With a packed stacked rack.
Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!
Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.
You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just A Taste Of Life
what i have in my hand
is a slice of pineapple
it is sweet
its sweetness lingers
in my tongue
and sticks to my brain
it is simply a slice
just a taste of this bigger life
ahead of us
i have another slice
to hand to you
take it
why waste some time
on bitter herbs
and sour grapes?
what i have is just a slice
of sweet pineapple
take it now
it is sweet
what do we have next?
we shall wait and see
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paperback Writer
(LennonMcCartney)
Paperback writer
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Litany
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
poem by Billy Collins
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Litany
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Anonymous submission.
poem by William Taylor Collins
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I Have Taken Your Slice Of Bread
i have taken your slice of bread
from the table
it is for you
as i have already eaten mine
early
this morning
forgive me
i have learned
to eat more
and took
without so much
thinking
your share
the slice of bread
one half bigger
than mine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Skinny Sweaty Man
Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
across the dance floor he does scoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
The caboose that could he goes toot toot
been known to gag and sometimes puke
a very good friend of granny goose
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He's half man and half cartoon
but good buddy don't be confused
he's full blooded looney tune
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Face to face with the man in the moon
his family doctor is doctor seuss
if you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in the green suit
He was new in town
a free wheelin' clown
a funny young duke
hangin' under the roof
of a place in time
united sound
he'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
he's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
despite the fact that he's no brute
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
coming soon to a theatre near you
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
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Art of Border
It could be a shield, it could be a cage
The safety sealant, the tying trap
The filter line, the block wall
Border, border, border
The sacred culture, the love crossing
The moral limit, the emotion frame
The rule control, the life permission
Border, border, border
The friction fight, the freedom cut
The bond mark, the fence crack
The counter side, the edge of touch
Border, border, border
Can you keep it as promise
Can you bridge it by hope
The song from deserted corner
Border, border, border
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Showdown At The Border
His necktie is bright red
From lookin in one direction
No flowerchild in his bed
Hes got oil well protection
Just had to be a blind dog
Chewin on everything
Took a slice of the blackbird pie
She began her singing
I know that your oil is black
But your dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That aint what I need tonight
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
The rendezvous was neutral
He dont want no gossip headlines
Her polaroid blackmail
He said,no way Ive had mine
Just too much for him to lose
Because of some cuervo passion
Cold, cold forty-five, answered in texas fashion
I know that your oil is black
But the dipstick is pearly white
Ten gallons on your head
That aint what I need tonight
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Showdown at the border
Bright red went to his head
Tequila tension rising
This is no business for the weak at heart
This is no business for those with a
Nervous disposition
Tanned man from the f.e.d.s
Cool mohair buying off the squeeze
Showdown at the border
(cleminson)
(copyright 1980 nazsongs ltd.)
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
Copyright 1980 a&m records, inc.
song performed by by Nazareth
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Any Way You Slice It
I caught the tail of a hurricane and Ive never ever been the same
I went out on a limb, gotcha under my skin, well alright
You got dirt under your fingernails
What Im thinkin can land me in jail
Well, youre caught in this trap and you can never go back
Well, oh no no
I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctors orders
Well its better late than never, cant stay innocent forever
Its alright, its alright, yeah
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
Ooh, aint no wolf on the corner, cant keep it in any longer
Well if youre lookin for bliss
What I got you cant miss, well alright
When it works like a charm itll do you no harm
Youll be in heaven tonight
I know youll feel alright
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
I know whats in your heart, I know whats in your mind
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
I know you wanna cross the border and you know the doctors orders
Well its better late than never, cant stay innocent forever
No, no, no, no
Yeah, alright
Well, if I told you once, I told you twice
Just listen, babe, and take my advice
Why settle for seconds when you can have the best
So let me be your king bee, I want your hornets nest
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
You know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
I know whats in your heart, I know whats in your mind, yeah
Any way you slice it, any way you slice it
I know you cant deny it, any way you slice it
Youre hot under the collar
Aint your mothers little daughter anymore
You know you aint your mothers little daughter anymore
Any way, ooh hoo
song performed by by Kiss
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Shoot The Moon
Back in '95 when this was new
I guess I didn't have a clue
I thought the world would change with the right song
So we picked it up and moved it out
And turned the whole thing upside down
I told myself it wouldn't be too long
And I believed in everyone
And everything they told me
And I believed that anything
Anything was possible
Shoot the moon
Shoot the moon
Shoot the moon
Hit or miss it makes no difference
Back when everything was looking up
I thought I'd never get enough
I didn't let the world obstruct my view
And we thought that it would never end
We had our fun in spite of it
And paved the way for something slightly new
Graded On A Curve
song performed by by Face To Face
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Mustang Instrumental
Baby, could U be the most beautiful girl in the world?
Oh God, what am I gonna do?
He finally called
What do I wear, what do I wear?
Maybe black, hmm...
Mmm... 2 sexy, 2 mysterious
Ooh, maybe the red dress
I don't know, it's 2 firey
He won't be able 2 sit still
He won't be able to eat
Mmm... what do I do, what do I do?
Maybe white, ooh, the white dress
2 pure, 2 virgin-like
Damn, maybe he's just gonna have 2 see me the way I am
Maybe I'll just wear the jeans with my holes
Hopefully he'll like me
I don't know
I hope he can accept me the way I am cuz I'm crazy about him...
The most beautiful girl in the world
song performed by by Prince
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A Personal History and Mythology of Blue Jeans
In the old movies,
The women wore
Skirts and dresses.
Marilyn Monroe,
In “River of No Return”,
Had on tight blue jeans.
Mom wore dresses.
(Did women have legs,
Or were they
Like mermaids under there?
And why did they leave
a toilet full of blood, sometimes?)
In the mid ‘50s
She got some tight pants,
With green, vertical lines
And some kind of flower pattern.
She had legs, and an ass.
(toosie, she'd taught us to call it,
A word that sounds like a cushion.)
I felt embarrassed when she wore them.
Then she got a denim skirt.
“It looks like blue jeans! ”
Said my brother Fred.
It did, with stitched, white
Pockets on the rear.
I felt I’d die, that eyes,
My own included,
Would rivet on Mother’s ass.
Blue jeans were for boys.
(Our mythologies, they say,
Determine how we dress—
In this case, how our parents
Dressed us, after the War,
In cities and in suburbs,
Little cowboys everywhere,
Kicking soccer balls
And sliding slides,
Who’d never plowed a field
Or herded cows.
I fantasized of boys, back then,
For blue jeans x-rayed bodies
With their pockets
And their rivets
And their stitches.
“This is beyond
Naked, ” I’d say to myself,
Wondering “Why isn’t it
Against the law? ”
Of course, I never asked aloud.)
And then, in junior high,
One shapely girl
started wearing
Tight blue jeans.
She found the secret first.
(Maybe she’d seen
“River of No Return”.)
Today, half the women
Who walk into the coffee shop
Are clad in that blue intrigue.
After 40 years of contemplation,
My mind still cannot penetrate
The intrigue and the mystery
Or dethrone the mythology
Of those streamlined bodies
That help to bring my world alive,
though clothed
In its illusions.
~ Aquatic n' Lunar Liaison ~
~ Aquatic n' Lunar Liaison ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
13 March 2011
Moon smiles on waveletful ocean
In myriad nisi but surfeit oscillation
Fiancée's face in veritable vibration
Heart in rhapsodic constellations.
Aquatic n' Lunar liaison
Metaphorically in coalition
Solacing in blissful pavilion
Why in realm of obfuscation
Souse in fête fiancée unison.
~~~~~~
Glossary: With humility I'm giving what I tried to express
Nisi: Not final or absolute
Surfeit: The quality of being so overabundant
Obfuscation: Confusion resulting from failure to understand
Fête: An elaborate party [often outdoors]
===
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Paperback Town
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
Imagine the space as it used to be
There were fields of corn
There were big oak trees
But a woman in a suit bulldozed it clear
Built a concrete world full of crocodile tears
And we dont understand
That we all have a part in a government plan
Its a hard shot
To be the people in the place that the world forgot
In a paperback town
But I know I know I know we can be free
Though no guardian angel up above
Has kept an eye on me
And at night I listen to the sirens moan
For a broken heart from a broken home
So many people are so alone
In a paperback town
And one day soon Im gonna write it all down
I live my life in a paperback town
Oooh--in a paperback town
Oooh--in a paperback town
Im gonna take my troubles
Gonna pack my bags
Gonna fly my kite for a different flag
Ill sing my song
From the top of the hill
When the night is cold
And the wind is chill
cos I dont understand
Why I should be part of another mans plan
Its a hard shot
For the people in the place
That the world forgot
In a paperback town
Live and die here
In a paperback town
Wonder why here
In a paperback town
But I know I know I know we can be free |
Though no guardian angel up above
Has kept an eye on me
And at night I listen to the rain fall down
And I shake with the fear that we all will drown
But my words dont even make a sound
In a paperback town
And one day soon Im gonna write it all down
I live my life in a paperback town
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Orpheus Magic Poetic Music
Orphus 'twas playing
His most magical tune
While Greek soldiers
Fought under blue moon
Tyrants and despots
Bent towards their evil whims
Undaunting acrimony
Their foul mouths spin
But in the distance
Near the Aegean Sea
Orpheus's music
Has inticed little me
The Oracle announced him
'He's magic' The oracle bemused
Poetry came to me
I so very enthused
The Acropolis of Athen's
Stood tall at attention
In hopes that Orpheus
Would give them honrable mention
Dedicated to: Origins of Poetry
To Orpheus and all things Greek
I love You...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Despair - (by LionTamer)
I am lost and confused
I don't know what to do.
Despair grips at me with
its tenacious claws
It rips and tears
It even mauls.
Sloshing me from the side
grinding me between its teeth
with no timeout for air
with no time for relief
Hidden from the world
are my true feelings of despair
I wear a suit that bears a shield
and a cape that flops everywhere
I shed tears that run dry
I look into the darkness and ask
what do I do, for what reason
and why?
In all the suns that have ever exploded and died
all my actions would be meaningless
pursued with an empty pride
I have two angels that fill me with hope
they cage the despair and bind it with rope.
teeth that once could grind you thin
are now crushed and destroyed
leaving a pair of lips atop of an empty chin.
Their tiny voices that swirl within my ears
fill me with hope and crushes my fears.
its their hope and dreams that fill my cape with air.
And strengthens the shield that crushes the despair.
poem by Lion Tamer
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Wear My Ring Around Your Neck
(words & music by bert caroll - russell moody)
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them know I love you so
And let them no by the ring around your neck
They say that goin steady is not the proper thing
They say that were too young to know the meaning of a ring
I only know that I love you and that you love me too
So, darling, please do what I ask of you
Wont you wear my ring around your neck
To tell the world Im yours, by heck
Let them see your love for me
And let them see by the ring around your neck
Let them know I love you so
And let them know by the ring around your neck
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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