Organic Soul at Naughty Sixty!
I eat lettuces like a goat
Carrot & Beet
As same as Wine and Cheese
Wife hides the brown sugar bottle
And I sleep on the floor as per the doctor's advise for sciatica.
With all these restrictions
I have to participate the World Diabetic Marathon!
Darling it's harder to bring the cup this time home
At least a certificate for finishing the race too doubtful
Because the former champions
Alzhimer and HIV run in the race?
(for my poet friend robyn selters in gratitude!)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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We Are The Champions (feat. Anastacia And Cast)
I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions -
of the world
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
and everything that goes with it -
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
and I ain't gonna lose
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions -
of the world
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions
song performed by by Queen
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I saw what you did?
Oh! My harmless
Black Ants!
Granules,
One by one
You have taken
From my opened
Tiny brown sugar bottle
Within the whole night
And it's empty now.
I peeped into your little World
And it's a big sugar mountain
But I cannot climb
As I am a diabetic!
*It's approximately forty years ago, myself and brother Lalith we watched together a detective movie 'I saw what you did' a matinee show, Oh! That beautiful childhood never comes? Remember a filter cigarette 'Four Aces' we pulled together the smoke up to the Heaven!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My friend is thinking about his race
i want to have somebody to talk
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to take somebody out to have a good meal
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to talk about his interest with him
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to really teach my friend a thing or two
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to tell him to have wider look of life
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to cheer everything up with him
my friend is thinking about his race
i want to tell him he is living like a stone
my friend is thinking about his race
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Here goes the 116th Boston Marathon!
I am really fed up with the rat race
Almost tired & frustrated?
Darling! Please do not force this weakling
And I am so sorry as you spent a lot for me
In vain the multivitamin capsules
Five hour energy drinks & Viagra?
I'll be in the crowd if you like as a spectator!
You can take some close-up photographs
From the digital camera,
Our daughter sent from Australia.
At least we could pacify ourselves
That we have seen a true Marathon
For the first time in our life?
['We want people to know it's hard to go through something like this, but you can keep fighting and can continue to lead a positive life.'-Ed Feather]
*A humble dedication to the courageous 39 year-old Ed Feather Esq. of Framingham, Massachusetts who runs for the Marathon to honor his beloved wife, who died of ovarian cancer.My innocent prayers for the individual Poet-God with a heart to make him the winner Supremo!
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Essence of the Village and new dawn!
Soot over the chimney
And hoot wakes up the moody.
A Man wears an overall
With a spade he puts charcoal.
Moves slowly the steam engine
Early in the morning!
Train goes passing meadows
Cows eat the grass
Ferry crosses and the church bell rings
Village awakes!
The baker rolls the dough
A man with a plough,
The van brings the newspapers from the town
And the middle aged skinny driver's strange behaviour
With the widowed milkmaid turned into a new folklore
And sooner or later that definitely goes to the paper?
to my faraway poet friend robyn selters in gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Christmas Day At The Bunkhouse (Fun Poem 47)
It was Christmas day at the bunkhouse
everyone had sat down for a meal
when through the door walked a goat.
He stood and looked around,
then continued to eat an artichoke.
When he finished he sat and asked for a drink,
someone got up and gave him a bowel of water.
The goat looked at the offering with disgust.
Ain’t you got anything stronger that that?
Of course, we have, came the reply.
Well pour me out some the goats said,
and put some mud in my eye.
Someone had some scotch whiskey
and took the bottle out,
then gave the goat a dram.
The goat sniffed it, and then downed it
all in one swallow.
He then asked for more
saying his legs were still hollow.
Another dram was poured
and everyone was amazed to see,
an upside down goat
drinking a bottle of scotch whiskey.
The goat drank all day
and it drank all night.
The lights went out
and the old goat went to sleep.
He dreamed of himself
floating out the door
and all the way to heaven,
but when he got there,
St Peter wouldn’t let him in.
He said God will not tolerate
any drunken old goats here,
so you had better go back
and sleep it off, Billy.
Then put up a sign on the door.
No drunken old goats allowed,
signed by you know who.
You could always try
beneath the basement floor
he’ll greet you with a smile
and a shovel,
even make you hot and warm.
The moral of this story
whether you’re a goat or a man.
Don’t drink too much;
you could end up
jumping from the frying pan
and straight into the fire,
the one that they keep burning
permanently beneath the basement floor.
poem by David Harris
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A singing Horse
They say that I am a rare breed horse
But I never won a race.
Better you decide yourself my darling
Whether I am a horse or a donkey?
* To all my poet friends in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Marathon Man
(eric carmen)
Twenty years with my brain in a book
Tryin to find out who I am
Endless nights and olympian dreams
Of a race I never ran
Someones callin my name
Its the crowd in the stands
Dont know how I became
What I suddenly am
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Ive been searchin so long
But the answer is finally at hand
Im a marathon man
Wind is gone and my heads in a haze
But I must keep up the pace
Got to think about strategy here
If I hope to win the race
Someones callin my name
Its the crowd in the stands
Concentrate on the pain
Put my soul in command
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Ive been searchin so long
But the answer is finally at hand
Im a marathon man
Wasting my youth
Chasing dreams, testing truth
Taking turns being deceived
And deceivin
Bound with a rope
Made of heroes and hope
Till I found nothin left
To believe in
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Marathon man, keep a-runnin
Ive been searchin so long
But the answer is finally at hand
Im a marathon man
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Be My Friend Tonight
I threw a party. nobody came.
I bought all the tickets. they cancelled the game.
I give you my picture. it didnt fit your frame
Be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on honey, be my friend tonight
Now you bring the glasses and Ill bring the wine
Ill rub your shoulders just like they were mine
I wont make no passes till its passing time
If youre only gonna be my buddy tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on darling, be my friend tonight
Well, Ill mind my manners. my ps and qs
I wont give you nothing that you cant use
Ill whip out that old guitar and sing you the blues
Be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on honey, be my friend tonight
Be my friend tonight. be my friend tonight.
Ill sleep on the couch. you can leave on that light.
Well, I wont do nothing wrong till you say its right
Come on darling, be my friend tonight
Oh, come on honey, be my friend tonight
Please, be my friend tonight.
song performed by by John Prine
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Bottle Of Red Wine
(by bonnie bramlett and eric clapton)
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there.
Had the love that would last forever.
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
I said get up right now, oh oh.
I said get up right now.
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head.
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please.
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A half marathon is a good way to have a bit of fun and race against those girls and learn a bit more about them.The world half marathon is a world championship at the end of the day and it's important. I've win it twice and it's a quality event.
quote by Paula Radcliffe
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Horror Race
As the dusk gave way to dawn
I was trekking on my way home and I saw
a lifeless body with flies hovering over it
The vacant eyes told a story
A story of horror and inhumanity,
The body would be there for days
On the Lagos Streets
Here I am in London
Watching the same horror race,
Teenagers totting guns
Felling young men under hails of bullets
In a horror race,
Rain of tears fall from my eyes
As I watch parents burying an eleven-year old
Killed before he understood the world
In this horror race
Mankind hides under religion,
He hides under all sorts of pretences
To commit atrocities
From Lagos to London to Kabul to Baghdad,
Mankind needs redemption from this horror race
poem by Martin Ayanbare Ayankola
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Rubber Handcuffs and the Life-Prison called Freedom
Among the Felons
A pen-pusher for his bitter literature
Punished in a plastic cell.
A kind sentry probably a Homosexual
Purposely left the brass key in door front.
And the writer opens the cage door
Sees the bluish river up after a long time,
Stretches his feeble tattered wings
And tries to fly in the Melodramatic sky
It's Impossible!
Then only he realizes the next door cell inmate
A Pawnbroker notorious criminal
Who's plucked his all golden feathers!
* A humble dedication to my poet friend robyn selters!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Remarkable World
A remarkable world of new friends
A remarkable world of sorrow
A remarkable world of yesterday
A remarkable world of tomorrow
What a nuisance
And yet what a place
These days are dreadful
Because they provide a race
A race of time, a race of one desire
Everyone has a need
Even if they are leaving
They've made a choice to succeed
Still the race continues on
We never want it to end
It seems like no one is going to win this
Until the very last bend
Through the years we've been higher and higher
Towering above what the world knows
Still we keep on moving
Until someone slows
But everyone is thinking,
That isn't going to be me
Someone else will do it
But no one ever takes the lead
So this race continues
Because we all refuse
To quit the race
Where no one wins
Until the very last bend
Which is out of sight
Our Seasonal crops!
If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?
to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!
*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Race To The Fire
(dieter bohlen)
Producers for bonnie: dieter bohlen & luis rodriguez
Race to the fire
All the wheels are turning
All alone just in a lonely world
Yeah baby
Maybe love is a lonely number
Cant you hear the wheels of thunder
Theyre driving deep into your heart
Feelings theyll never be torn apart
Maybe hes the man behind the wire
Hes living in a world of fire
He sailed his ship alone
Theres a heart but theres no home
*race to the fire
All the wheels are turning
All alone just in a lonely world
Till the end of the time
Hes fighting the crime
Thats no lie, my baby
**race to the fire
To the end of eden
To the city of the lost and found
He is too proud to cry
Or too live with a lie
Take him seriously, baby
** * race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire
Hes fighting for your rights
Race to the fire
Race to the fire (fire)
Race to the fire (fire)
Only the strong survive
Maybe hes goin through the motions
Theres a shadow of devotion
Its showin his destiny
One minute past eternity
Oh maybe good things dont last forever
Hes living just now or never
No mountain is high enough
Times are getting really tough
(* repeat)
(* * repeat)
(* * *repeat)
Race to the fire
Fighting for your rights
Race to the fire
Time is on his side
Race to the fire
Two hearts collide
Race to the fire
There is no crime
(* repeat)
Race to the fire
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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It's written by a patient in a doctor's notebook
When sweet and sour grape crushes with the bitter medicine of life,
The wine you hardly distilled could be cured the nagging pain?
The mysterious sickness and the biopsy done; but no any diagnose
Where it hides in my skeleton body?
It seems that there is no any response until you get the last breathe of this polluted air.
Hey doctor! It's not very easy to die until you die?
* To the poetess friend Patricia.Gale in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sugar
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Got no time for every woman
Thinking that shes looking fine
Got no pockets full of money no no no
A fox would just be wasting her time
All I got is good good loving
And good loving doesnt have to find
Hey!
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Get it baby!
Ehhhhhhh
Mmmmmmmmhmmmm yeah
Got no need for fancy places
Got no need for cannon and wine
Got no need to move to the city no no no
Got no need to walk the line
All i need is good home cooking
And some sugar after supper time
Heeyy hey
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ooohhhooohhhooohhh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar ...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Poets
an old woman poet,
stood behind the table,
doling out plate after plate,
to the line of faces...
taking the time...
to ask each their name.
a young student poet,
jerked from the picket line,
beaten, and arrested...
now sits in jail.
the young man poet,
just home after a 12 hour shift,
went next door and mowed
his elderly neighbor's grass.
a young girl poet,
took in the stray cat,
fed it, and held it...
and rocked it to sleep.
the poor poet,
makes a pallot on the floor
of his empty room,
for the homeless to sleep on.
the old man poet,
goes to work again,
minimum wage with a smile,
to feed his sick wife...
the common poet,
build houses, works on machines,
tills gardens, works on cars...
treats everyone the same...
and no one knows his name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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