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Milwaukee native Aunt's Oatmeal porridge!

I remember my brother said once
While he's drunk;
'Hey! Brother hope you taste one day in America
Milwaukee beer that would be quenched
the thirst of life? '
I wrote to him that I had a dream
One of our native aunts who
lives in Milwaukee forced me to come there
and taste her oatmeal porridge
with her unmarried daughter!
It's very strange on my visit
They found my water-pistol in the haversack?
And they shouted.
It's harmless but still they're scared of weapons?
Though it's a dream
I saw their true innocence and the courtesy!
That could be changed a warrior to a lover?

[The Problem without a name: Just what was this problem that has no name? What were the words women used when they tried to express it? Sometimes a woman would say 'I feel empty somehow....incomplete.'Or she would say 'I feel as if I don't exist.'
-Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique.

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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The feminine mystique has succeeded in burying millions of American women alive.

quote by Betty Friedan
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“el Sueno De Un Imigrante”

I leave my family there
To follow my biggest dream
My biggest dream begins in America
To came here I had to pass
“La Frontera”
It’s what makes me different than
Them
To try to get what I want
My family still with me but in my
Heart
I still remember them and
The promise that I made on that
Rainy day
I’m not going to forget them

Now I’m here in America but they
Don’t want me here because I don’t
Speak their language

THE LANGUAGE
NOW IS MY PROBLEM
Problem
That I’m going to solve
Continue with my biggest
…..Dream…..

poem by Jose Navarro
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If I had a Son?

When he comes from school
Definitely he complains;
'Dear Papa! I had a problem
in my geography class,
Teacher indicates this is North
That's South and this side is East
And that side is West.
Then I said that I won't agree.'
Yes my little unborn Son
I too had the same problem in my night school.
They made the Compass, directions
For their own benefits
But nobody could show us where's the Happiness?
Then one night after a nightcap in my dream I heard;
'Why don't you try my place the old man? '
The faraway old isolated burial grounds muttered!

A humble dedication to the poetess Susan Jarvis!

*[Is nothing in life ever straight and clear, the way children see it? ]
-Rosie Thomas

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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lover, Brother

Are you my brother or lover, brother?
don´t be my mother lover!
kiss you my brother lover
can´t be your mother, brother
never found you in the arms of another

Are you my lover, brother?
don´t touch my mother lover!
kiss you and not another
find out the love to your mother, brother
don´t even mistreat my brother, mother

Are you like my brother, lover?
don´t hate my mother lover!
kiss me instead of my mother, brother
not even be afraid of my brother, mother
we are the same but another

Are you my friend sweet brother?
please get in touch with my lover!
but do not kiss each other, brother
´cause he´s my lover, brother
treat him as your brother, my lover

Why aren´t lovers like brothers?
why mothers not like lovers!
kissing my man and not another, brother
but love you too my mother, never another
together we can treat us like brothers, brother.

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(c) uni-verse.de 12.20.2011

poem by Floyd Floydson
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Milwaukee Here I Come (feat. Melba Montgomery)

I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most them Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
Milwaukee is where we were before we came here
Working in a brewery making the finest beer
You came to me on a payday night said let's go to Tennessee
So we drove to Nashville to the Grand Ole Opry
I'm gonna get on that old turpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most those Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
We were watching TV Ernest Tubb was singing loud
I said that's the man for me I love him, there's no doubt
I'm leaving you and going now to find out where he's at
If I can't get him I'll settle for that bluegrass Lester Flatt.
I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most
Me or Jerry Lee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee

song performed by by John Prine
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Milwaukee Here I Come

Im gonna get on that old turnpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most them opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
Milwaukee is where we were before we came here
Working in a brewery making the finest beer
You came to me on a payday night said lets go to tennessee
So we drove to nashville to the grand ole opry
Im gonna get on that old turpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most those opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
We were watching tv ernest tubb was singing loud
I said thats the man for me I love him, theres no doubt
Im leaving you and going now to find out where hes at
If I cant get him Ill settle for that bluegrass lester flatt.
Im gonna get on that old turnpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most
Me or jerry lee
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee

song performed by by John Prine
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Life And The Five Elements

Five sweet sisters and brother, water, air, fire, earth and sky one:
Moving and pushing the life, full of sorrow and fun.
Five rosy sisters and brother, in days from creation to today’s nix:
Developing and developing – every thing for life’s happy fix.

Five timeless sisters and brother, from evolution to today’s dream:
Water, Air, Energy, Food and Environment enough for life gleam!
Five tireless sisters and brother, from hell to heaven:
Each life that calls, I say 'FLIES IN SEARCH OF DREAM! '

Five deathless sisters and brother, none is the youngest or oldest one:
And no body can claim or propose, no body is near or dear done.
Five omnipresent sisters and brother - but free from clutches of time and age
No body can stop and engage them, but all are under their bondage.

Five dancing sisters and brother, of life and life nothing more:
Sun of new lives so gracious and majestically rises so much before!
Five mighty sisters and brother - Their age, well, never mind!
Universe jogs along with them, like the rest of human kind:

But the miracle and mysticism of life, sisters and brother no body knows
But the puzzle remain unsolved 'how the world goes'!

poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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How I Feel About You Brother

I may not often talk to you,
I may behav like I dont bother,
But do you really know how I feel,
How I feel about you brother?

I may ignore you sometimes,
And fight when we are together,
But have you given a thought to,
How I feel about you brother?

I now long to hear your voice,
And that monstrous laughter,
Do you know how I feel,
How I feel about you brother?

I suddenly wana hold you in my arms,
The way I am held by mother,
Have you ever realised how i feel,
How i feel about you brother?

I don't know if the extent of my love,
Will ever be known to you brother,
But I'l still feel the same way for you,
And love you forever, brother..

poem by Smita Prabhugaonkar
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Activism against child and women abuse

It’s been going on for a while
Women experiencing abuse from men
And kept quite about it coz of fear
It’s time for women to come out of the closet
And let your voice be heard
They say problem shared is problem halved
But now it’s gonna be problem shared is problem solved

It’s time to take a stand against women and child abuse
Coz abuse and humiliation of women and children is not supposed to be happening
We need to love and respect (our) women and children

I hardly express my appreciation for a woman
How do I start to thank you for contribution you made in my life?
Because of you, I know how to respect a woman
Because of you, (I know that) I have a happy home

I can easily smile when I look at you
Coz of the way you raised me
I am very thankful to have you in my life
I’m very thankful for showing me the power of a woman
How do I start to show my appreciation?
How do I make you happy?
We need to protect our children! ! ! ! To every women, you are the best

poem by Oduetse Gabonnwe
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For Bill - My Brother

Who was aged five when I was born
My brother
Who hid my toys and broke my dolls
My brother
Who avoided his sister at school all day
My brother
Who tolerated my teenage years
My brother
Who as an adult became a friend
My brother
Who mellowed with each passing year
My brother
Who supported my desire to immigrate
My brother
Who was there when others weren't
My brother
Who buried our parents while I was gone
My brother
Who cherished every visit I made
My brother
Who had his ticket to visit me here
My brother
Who unexpectedly died this year
My brother

poem by Evelyn Macdonald
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I hear a rich beggar sings under a bridge

why
I
collect
pennies
because
I
Want
to
make
a
strong
pillar
that
touches
t he
sky
before
she
collapsed
to
the
suffocating
Earth?

*To my brother Lalith!
Remember once he asked; 'What do you prefer 'Malli' (brother)
Either a naked Goddess or an ordinary Woman? '

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Men weren't really the enemy - they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.

quote by Betty Friedan
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Dreaming A Dream

Dreaming of a dream
A dream were skies are blue oceans are clear and life scared
Dreaming of dream
were a dream of peace and love rule and hate is a myth
Dreaming of a dream
having food for all, and all not thirst
Dreaming of a dream

Dreaming of a dream
were skin color is just that, us all just one
Dreaming a dream
no pain, war the only true crime
Dreaming a dream
were the rich give, and the poor have a chance
Dreaming a dream

Dreaming a dream
were we can look on a future of happiness'
Dreaming a dream
were the children are the future
Dream a dream
were lives are fullfilled, and getting old is not a bad thing
Dreaming a dream

World wonderess, happy, clean, perfect

Dreaming a dream

poem by Vincent Armone
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Don't Drink

Don't drink, boys, don't!
There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,
In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.
If they cheer you when drunk, you are certain to pay
In headaches and crossness the following day.
Don't drink, boys, don't!

Boys, let it alone!
Turn your back on your deadliest enemy-Drink!
An assassin disguised; nor for one moment think,
As some rashly say, that
true
women admire
The man who can boast that he's playing with fire.
Boys, let it alone!

No, boys, don't drink!
If the habit's begun, stop now! stop to-day!
Ere the spirit of thirst leads you on and away
Into vice, shame, and drunkenness. This is the goal,
Where the spirit of thirst leads the slave of the bowl.
No, boys,
don't
drink!

Boys, touch not, nor taste!
Don't think you can stop at the social 'First Glass.'
Too many have boasted that power, alas!
And found they were slaves to this seeming good friend,
And have grown into drunkards and knaves, in the end.
Boys, touch not, nor taste!

Don't drink, boys,
Don't
!
If the loafers and idlers scoff, never heed:
True men and true women will wish you 'God-speed.'
There is nothing of purity, pleasure, or cheer
To be gotten from whiskey, wine, brandy, or beer.
Don't drink, boys,
Don't
!

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Cooking and taste

eating the same tasteless dinner at the only diner
the umpteenth time, a thought came to my mind
am i a guinea pig or one of its kind
or was there a conspiracy behind

has my taste buds gone out of date
why is all so tasteless, that is the food i ate

i dared to ask the manager why the taste is so bad
bang came a caustic reply, this is by the best cook he ever had
(insinuating a problem not with his cook but with my taste)

well then it has to be my taste buds i thought
directing all my efforts to the food i had bought

then came storming, the savior, inside the hall
in his hand was the same food for which i have taken the fall
indignanlty he shouted at the manager
this food is so bad that even his dog had refused to had

hell i thought even the dog has a better taste
why, why am i such a waste
the dog in me forced me to start cooking that very day
the dog in me does sometimes refuses to eat what i cook
the human in me requests him to hav another look

for, when people are struggling for one square meal a day
how can i keep the food i cooked at bay,
hence i eat, taste or no taste, everything i cook, every day.

poem by Inris Nas
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The Big Problem....

There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution

So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit

But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company

There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis

And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Make Me Feel Safe

i know to you,
you probably think i can't control myself,
when it come to where my mind goes,
when we talk,
but to be trapped for so many years,
always feeling like i knew more about sex,
than the ppl around me,
i felt like an outsider,
so i learn to hide it,
growing up,
i just never felt safe to express myself sexually,
when it was accepted,
nobody treated it with care,
i never felt safe to open up,
the way i feel with you,
you make me feel safe,
because you said you won't use me for that,
i belive you and hope you true to your word,
you haven't made me doubt you yet,
and in a way,
i don't want to doubt you,
you seem like a nice guy,
somebody who honested,
that what i like about you,
you say you are just yourself,
you are a person,
that seem like a person worth getting to know,
we just have to remember to take it slow,
if this is truely what both of us want,
its what i want,
but i'm scared that this will be just a dream,
i don't think i can handle that,
my dream guy to be,
just a dream,
my heart can't handle that,
i feel like i'm in too deep,
and really we just getting to know each other.

poem by Mona Martinez
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All I Have To Do Is Dream

Dream, dream dream dream, dream, dream dream dream
When I want you in my arms,
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
When I feel blue in the night,
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine,
Any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz,
Im dreamin my life away
I need you so that I could die,
I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream, dream
I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine,
Any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee wiz, i
m dreamin my life away
I need you so that I could die,
I love you so, and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream (repeats out)

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Where was my brother

Where was my brother when I needed him there?
Does he think I don’t notice or assume I don’t care?

Where was my bother it was once him and once me?
But now at some bad times it’s him I don’t see.

Where was my brother who’s back I once had?
You were the brother to count on the good times and bad.

Where was my brother by my side he should be?
He should be right here why can’t I see?

Where was my brother when I needed him most?
Now when I look to my side all I see is his ghost.

Where was my brother did I bring shame?
Does he remember me now, does he remember my name?

Where was my brother waiting to long for his call?
So I put up a brick on my emotional wall.

Where was my brother, its his court its his ball?
Guess my brother has proved he’s no brother at all.

poem by Empty Shell
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America Is

America is
America is
America is
America is
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
Look at the indians
Look at the blacks
Look at the figures
Look at the facts
Check out the facts
The facts not the lies
When you find out
Big surprise
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
Check out the indians
Check out the blacks
Check out the figures
Check out the facts
Check out some facts
Check out the facts not the lies
When you find out
Its a big surprise right between the eyes
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
American dream is only a dream
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Even though my nose dont work
I smell trouble I smell trouble
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Murder, mureder in the goverment
Say youre sorry
Say youre sorry
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Turn the key
Turn the lock
Nationalism
You can suck my..
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Watch the worls progressin
Everywhere
Aggresion, aggresion
Aggresion, aggresion
Aggresion, aggresion
Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocal
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recoded by dave nietzke at midwest records, milwaukee
Mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwaukee
*previously unreleased
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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