My Dream Car without a Number Plate
My brakes won't applicable to these mockery roads
As it's too old they say.
I keep my both hands on the steering wheel
But it goes to its own consent.
I am scared if it stops on a hill side
As my poor torn wallet doesn't contains
Those tricky notes to refuel.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Do Not Believe, Do Not Fear, Do Not Ask
Do Not Believe, Do Not Fear, Do Not Ask
Different nights, different people,
Wants- doesn't want, bites - doesn't bite (loves - doesn't love),
Someone will leave alone, someone will jump off,
Someone will be tired and fed up.
Someone will spin wire from cleat
Someone will start new themes
Someone will show off, someone is maniac,
Someone is like you, someone is like me...
Don't light and don't extinguish
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
And calm down, calm down
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
Don't believe, don't be scared
Different nights - different people
He will not, she is scared
Somebody makes his enemies his friends
Somebody goes down into the dust under feet
Somewhere there's much of what is little
But round the roads there will be a raid
Somebody will risk, and somebody will not be able
Somebody will understand, but won't be able to help
Somebody will go away, somebody will come back
Somebody will find his new sun
Somebody into the bushes, somebody into me
Somebody like you, somebody like me.
song performed by by Tatu
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Who Invented the Wheel?
Who invented the wheel?
It is an F. A. Q.
That is here eversince
The wheel came into view
Were it the Sumerians?
Can anyone say who?
Everybody's asking
Nobody seems to know
Who did first use the wheel?
The same and old query
The answer is around
Though not easy to see
Salamander or spider
Transforms into a ball
And like a wheel he goes
Down of a hill he rolls
A wheel without axle
He doesn't have to crawl
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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It's Tricky
This beat is my recital
I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's tricky tricky yo here we go
It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky
It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky
I met this little girlie
song performed by by Bloodhound Gang from One Fierce Beer Coaster
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Where I find a treasure-trove?
A Dollar coin stuck in my sticky wallet
And I salute the face that engraved on the coin,
The sixth President of the United States of America
Mr.John.Quincy.Adams who resembles my benevolent maternal grandpa.
I would like to Scratch a lottery to build up my treasury
But I am scared that I'll loose the coin which guards my magical wallet(notes fly & coins remain) since a long time.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Her Indifference
she wants to end the journey
with me
i do not want to end it yet
she sits beside me
and i am pushed to the side
my hands are tied
and the steering wheel is free
she steps on the gasoline
to a speed of 180
on the road to nowhere
meanwhile another truck is coming
at a fast speed
to us
in an inevitable collision
she does not speak a word
neither will she scream at this
i pray to escape
from what she calls as
inevitability.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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On This Night
White sheets fall around the car
For it is not too far
The roads are white, and un-changing sheets of ice surround it
The roads are lightly lit
It is not far now something will happen, something will move
You always knew the car would loose
This battle of the night
You start to loose your sight
The roads are hidden from your gaze
The windows in a soft haze
The wheel moves, you turn trying to stop before the gate
It is too late
The brakes won’t save you know, the car skids to the side
This will be your last ride.
The impact sends you towards the windshield you cover your eyes and head
This is the end you know inside
You’ll never see your children’s smiling faces
Your mind is in a maze
You do not know what is happening you do not remember
All you know is it is December
The month of giving, you shall not give you shall not receive but death shall find were you stand
The car comes to a stop wheels spinning above you, the blood on your hands
The light fades all around you flames dance
The light is now no more, you lay still flames around you in the night, the snow falls on
It does not notice, but fills on your sweet face; you hear the voices above roll on
It is too late
For this night holds your fate
For on this night you shall loose your site
(poem dedicated to: Kai and Susan craig who died in a car reck on their way to denver for Kai to get an art reward R.I.P Kai and Susan)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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She Wants to Make Me a Giant
Wife and myself went on shopping today,
She suggested 'Darling it's a Sunday'.
I was bit scared as my wallet is not so sound.
'Not to worry I got new notes with old crooks
And you have gone down these days,
You must have the strength to fight with life.'
Oh! She would have buy the whole super market
Who created this rare creature the woman?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Maximum Overdrive
Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Take you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
R: the heat is on, ah, yeah, we gotta move on
Check the brakes and listen to the new song
We gonna overdrive ya to the maximum
Now I show you our trips just begun
Rough and tough with your hands on the steering wheel
The will is strong the heart as steel
The maximum overload king of the road
Feel the tension high up in your throat!
R: step on the brakes
Speeded up the bass
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
Taken to the maximum
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Taken you down to the maximum
Maximum overdrive
R: put some pressure upon the gas
I dont know how long Im gonna last
Feel the force of the main source
The power is strong with the strength of a horse
The ultimate ride that makes you to the overdrive
Remember this only the strong survive
Bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum!
R: maximum overdrive
A: come on, come on now
Join me for a ride
Come on come on now and speed up the music
R: bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum stikkie di bum
Take you down to the maximum!
A: join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
Join me for a ride, speed up the music
Join me for a ride, maximum overdrive
R: speeded up the bass
Taken you down to the maximum
Step on the brakes
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Twilight at a window
A funeral procession
Only the dead person's Kith & Kin?
No long hearse and they carry the cardboard casket
on their bony shoulders towards the pauper's graveyard!
And he sees through his shattered window
Perhaps the poor man's wife cries behind
And the children not aware of the mysterious death
play on the road?
A radical film maker with his Cinema team
Takes pictures for his documentary film
'Poor man's rich funeral'
And he gives few notes to the widow as a gratitude,
She must have seen for the first time in her life
That tricky big colored notes?
[How could I have come so far
(And always on such dark trails!)
I must have traveled by the light
Shinning from the faces of all those I have loved.]
-Thomas McGrath, American,1916-1990
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Steering Precision
For years I've hugged a dream
Not a very lady-like one
But then again
Who said, I am a lady?
Not me!
I want a pile of rustic junk
A few bicycles
A perambulator
A pile of wood
Nails plus aged string
So that I may finally set about
Creating
My favourite thing!
There is no need for long drawn out plans
Blueprint, mentally stored
Dare I say?
Yes! I'm good with my hands
The item of my affection
My ultimate dream
Building a go-cart for deep gradient.....
Screams
Of joy, exhilaration
Still on the back burner
But anticipation
With dogged OCD
Knowing myself and the core of
me
One day when I'm even older
than I already am
I'll relish the disassembling
Of one ancient pram
To create my most desired of
visions
A go-cart with side brakes
And steering precision
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Zoo Station
Im ready
Ready for the laughing gas
Im ready
Ready for whats next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
Im glad to be alive
Im ready
Im ready for the push
In the cool of the night
The wartmth of the breeze
Ill be crawling around
On my hands and knees
Shes just down the line ... zoo station
Got to make it on time ... zoo station
Im ready
Im ready for the gridlock
Im ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
Im ready
Ready for the crush
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Its alright...its alright...its alright...its alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
Its alright
Its alright
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Im just down the line from your love...zoo station
Under the sign of your love...zoo station
Im gonna be there...zoo station
Tracing the line...zoo station
Im gonna make it on time...make it on time...zoo station
Just two stops down the line...zoo station
Just a stops down the line...zoo station
song performed by by U2
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Today... 'My Shepherd
I was so lost when My Shepherd found me
when He came and threw His arms around me.
Deep were the pains He bore as He sought me
for He'd laid down His own life and bought.
Many were the wounds He had borne for me
and a crown of thorns He had worn for me.
For His body was pierced and torn for me.
and He endured hatred and scorn for me.
For He had climbed the hill alone for me
to pay the price and to atone for me.
For this poor lost sheep had wandered away
but Jesus led me back into His way.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Rules of the Road
Ahead of me a hill to pass and the road is slippery & full of bends.
I am a driver not a jockey and this my old crock but not a Stallion.
Oh! I have passed my history teacher who was standing at the bus stop
Since a long time and not aware of the General Bus strike.
I am sorry my brakes are not so good
And the road is slippery, ahead of me a hill to pass.
All of a sudden I saw a racing car has overtaken me
And the history teacher in the car.
I am very happy that she got a ride at last
And would be home earlier than me.
* It was written in the History of the bygone roads, but the modernized peculiar World, on their highways we are just puppets?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Tall Money Tree At The Edge Of The World Kiss The Pale Blue Sky?
You drive your
Tumbledown car
Barriers a lot!
Poor brakes are not applicable.
Drunken Cops check your tattered driving license
Insurance & etc.,
Beyond the barbed-wire fences
Handsome gangway robbers
Sniff your wallets
Then you recite the prophet's chant?
But you're almost tired
and got down at goodbyes
peaceful grounds?
for the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
[In the life's unscrupulous factory, cruel machines crush your bones, reproductive testicles to sensitive brain, enzyme spleen to sad heart and the helpless souls believe that their fragrant ashes float in the unseen Heaven? ]-nimal
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A tall money tree at the edge of the World kiss the pale blue sky? Along the serpentine road
You drive your
Tumbledown car
Barriers a lot!
Poor brakes are not applicable.
Drunken Cops check your tattered driving license
Insurance & etc.,
Beyond the barbed-wire fences
Handsome gangway robbers
Sniff your wallets
Then you recite the prophet's chant?
But you're almost tired
and got down at goodbyes
peaceful grounds?
for the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
[In the life's unscrupulous factory, cruel machines crush your bones, reproductive testicles to sensitive brain, enzyme spleen to sad heart and the helpless souls believe that their fragrant ashes float in the unseen Heaven? ]-nimal
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Shadowed Life!
Praying mantis strike a good pose,
How much they eat, they won't be obese,
People of this insect kind, clasp their hands tight,
Looking up in the sky to find the answer for their fight,
People wear the clothes of poor not by choice, but by force,
People have the empty stomach not for diet, but have no food,
Barefooted people walking on the hot soil and cold ice mud,
The hands with no rings open the containers to find the air,
Straining under the angry sun for feeding the mouths,
Obeying the rules of the land, people are tamed,
Various mortgages chained their free spirit,
Scared of their own welfare, they like to be in the crowd,
Though they know something wrong, they have no voice,
To shout and cry for help and the hostile world,
Have dorms, but they have no time to warm.
Wheels are tied to the feet with policy brakes,
That decide for them when to rest and relax.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Road Works
I think we’d all agree that Britain’s road works,
Whilst ongoing, offer up little in the way of perks.
You know that it will all be worth it in the end,
But, being caught in them drives you round the bend.
You sit there in the queue – cars nose to tail,
And you speed along as fast as a garden snail!
You’re in a rush and need to be somewhere quick,
But, forgetting the works, this was the route you picked.
For ages, there’s no movement from your steering wheel.
Angry and very frustrated is how you’re beginning to feel.
‘Come on! Come on! I haven’t got all day! ’ you silently say.
If you’d chosen another route, you’d now be on your way!
You’re feeling really tense and have a terrible headache,
But, quite a while longer, this situation is going to take.
To be able to get out of this mess, you well and truly yearn,
And wish that you were able to perform a cunning U-turn.
But, now you’re here, you have to sit and wait.
You glance at your watch, hoping you won’t be late.
You can feel your blood pressure steadily rising.
In the circumstances, I guess it’s hardly surprising!
You try to calm down, so a tune you begin to hum.
On the steering wheel, your fingers manically drum.
You grab the steering wheel and swear and curse.
You dearly wish that you were allowed to reverse.
Finally, the lights go green and you’re on the move.
You’re back to your old self and back in your groove.
Upon your face, there slowly appears a smile
But, it’s taken you twenty minutes to drive a mile!
From the traffic queue, you’ve now been freed,
And foot on accelerator, you pick up speed.
You now feel fully invigorated and alive,
And off into the sunset, you happily drive.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Two of my favorite things are my steering wheel and my Remington rifle.
quote by Dale Earnhardt
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