She makes a Pineapple upside down pudding to a retired General
She grumbles early in the morning
There are three dozens of rings in the can
But now Six rings missing.
'How do I finish the pudding
And they come to pick before Noon?
'Don't worry darling do an Icing scroll on the top
With the number '0' nozzle;
Sorry Sir, Six rings were missing in action! ' I said seriously.
She just smiled and said nothing.
*(Reuters) - Sri Lanka's president on Tuesday upheld a military court ruling sentencing former army chief Sarath Fonseka to prison, meaning his wartime ally turned political arch-rival will lose his parliamentary seat.
A Graffiti;
Monkey praises his own tail;
'How beautiful my tail and I could jump to an any tree as I am the King in the jungle, all the Elephants, Lions and Tigers were killed already'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Money
A rustle,
' You cannot live without me.'
Then the rustic man cried;
'I have never seen you.'
'Then you must be a house arrest.'
*In Sri Lanka,
Ex-General in Military court.Former Army chief Sarath.Fonseka stood before a Court Martial on March 16.2010.
War with Tamil Tigers ended and when this Vendetta ends?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Squirrel
When I see you were climbing a tree
I was really ashamed of myself
as sitting in an office the whole day
like a plump-pudding.
What a marvelous bushy tail you got; and what happened
to the man's tail?
How beautiful the man's primitive stage of evolution
or civilization; simple, crude and fundamental.
Then his name was Monkey only
no surnames at all.
Now we are facing the Apocalypse
and the burlesque human are in antics and real canibals.
The tail is very important nowadays.
At least we can proceed to a jungle
and live peacefully with the help of our tail
jumping from a tree to another tree
for our survival.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rings Around The Moon
Rings around the moon
(written by b. r. & m. gibb)
If youre lonely in the black of night
If you call me, Ill be there
I was falling and you helped me get it right
And I thank you girl, and I thank you
And I pray for the sign
And I wont be too late
If you just come down
I can look you in the eye
I can tell you that I love you
And my love will never die
And its time that you know
Just how far I mean to go
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
Come tomorrow, candle burns
And I wake up by your side
All my sorrow, you made it disappear
And I thank you, and I thank you
And I lay down my life
And I wont be alone
If you just take time
And be sure of who you are
We can take it up to heaven
We can walk amongst the stars
And I know if you stay
I will never turn away
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
And I pray for the sign
And I wont be too late
If you just take time
And be sure of who you are
We can take it up to heaven
We can walk amongst the stars
And I know if you stay
I will never turn away
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
We fly rings around the moon
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A humble appeal
if this is a circus don't let me be a clown
and never touch the circles of my fire
for the lions and tigers might get inspired
to create something without a breath lit up in the sky
that might just forget its name without me
and break the rainbows like rings of colours
in a painting wedded to a missing point
having just nothing left to paint
will you merely let me dwell acryllic
and look at the hair that's been done for you
in distant shades of blue
craving the hues of red
iconic
endless
divine
to be
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Rings Of Gold
Gene thomas
I remember when you said
With this ring I thee wed
Now youve gone betrayed my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Tears cant wash away the sin
Love thats dead cant live again
Knowing theres no hope for us
Turns those rings of gold to rust
Plans we made just yesterday
Sands of time have chipped away
Now theyve crumbled into dust
Love before was clean and pure
Never more can I be sure
You will not betray my trust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
Rings of gold have turned to rust
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
Or green with yellow rings,
Or yellow with blue rings.
None of them are strange,
With socks of lace
And beaded ceintures.
People are not going
To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
Only, here and there, an old sailor,
Drunk and asleep in his boots,
Catches Tigers
In red weather.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Ring Memories
the tree wraps its memories
round and round in solid rings
rain, shine, storm of the years
i warmly wrap up yours in the things that we do
i feel myself swirling into your arms
holding them tight as rings, wooden rings
swirling, twirling and dancing round and round
to our best years.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Skull Ring
(feat. The Stooges)
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
The touch of a hand in the wasteland
you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap
A bird's wing don't beat for free
You're freezing cold and your family
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
Fingers on fire to do what's bad
Ring on the finger is a skull man
Strong as a bar of steel
Weakness is that you can't feel
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded
I'm feeling and breathing and fighting
To see
People get ready now
Baby come on give your heart to me
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Wine From The Water
[parsons/bairnson]
You can take me up, you can wind me down
Theres no escape, but Ill never drown
No wires or strings, no rough and smooth
Just fire and stings, watch me closely, watch my every move
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, theres nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
I can break these chains, while Im upside down
Well it may seem strange, I dont hit the ground
Now you see my hand, is quicker than your eye
You should know by now, what you see here, all of its a lie
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Think of a number, Ill get it right
Throw me in the river, tie my hands up tight
I can wind you up, I can turn you round
No cunning stunts, till the ladys found
No coils or springs, just nice and smooth
No knaves or kings, find the lady, watch my every move
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, no, nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
Now I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Think of a number, Ill get it right
You can throw me in the river, tie my hands up tight
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
Now I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, theres nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Saturn’s Rings
I took Eileen
For a walk
On Saturn's rings.
We walked
On the ice,
Warm stones,
And solid cosmic
Dust.
We watched the sun
Burning
Faraway;
It is beautiful
To watch
The sun
From Saturn's
Rings
And Eileen
Is my only credible witness
And companion.
As we walked,
Eileen
Talked about
Her perfect
Kiss,
Wedding ring,
Wedding dress,
Wedding kiss,
She said:
' Yeah!
I like to be here,
To dance here,
To be kissed here,
At the witness of the far burning
Sun,
The beauty of Saturn,
Its rings,
And the one who
Took me
To walk
On Saturn's rings.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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A middle class wedding
The bride and the bridegroom exchange the rings
While an invitee comes and introduced himself as 'Muscovite.'
Then the bride's father a Middleman who's never been to a school inquired; 'A strange name.'
'Sorry, I am from Moscow.'
'Oh! That sounds good and we can do cow business.'
Then he replied angrily; ' Yes, you can import cow and export donkeys.'
* I think of damned politics in my tiny island Sri Lanka. Freedom of expression goes for a song nowadays and I heard that innocent journalists are missing again, is this the democrazy?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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1 Plus 5 Equals To Your Lovers
1 plus 5 equals to your lovers around you,
But panelled with pine and engraved with words;
For the wonderful woodcutters are here to stay.
Cattle, sheep, donkeys;
To expose your love to your lovers around,
And like a gem cutter with the works of art.
Rings of gold and rings of silver,
7 kilometres long! !
But your only ember is with the rings of bronze.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The unsmiling man whose eyes seem fixed somewhere in the jungle
The elephants, Lions, Tigers
Monkeys, Donkeys and Reptiles
All were stuck in a continuing ethnic war tarnishes the pearl of the Indian Ocean.
Sri-Lanka means 'Blessed Island' in Sinhala,
And its best it has been an enlightened, Multiethnic Democracy, an India without crushing social problems.
Guerrillas who demand a separate state for Tamils and the Army has launched a major offensive against them.
The ratio of the literacy rate goes high up to 90%
But there won't be a solution unless a new Buddha must re-born in the state of Tamil Nadu in India.
* An open invitation to Mr.Velupillai Prabahkaren (Hidden somewhere in the jungle) for a permanent peaceful solution to this tragedy.
Postscript
European invaders exploited Ceylon as it was known until 1972, for its deep ports, spices and gems; The Portuguese came in the early 16th century, The Dutch in the 17th and The British in the late 18th, then worst came to worst..............................?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Your Rings
The rings you wore on your finger
Are now placed inside a very small box
Hidden away inside my dresser drawer
Hoping that someday they will be forgot.
They are the rings I had placed on your finger
Then after that, I took you by the hand
You were going to my woman forever
And also forever, I would be your man.
So I swore to all I would wear your ring
And I did that with a happiness and a pride
But then you took my rings off of your finger
Then inside my heart, a part of me just died.
As when I looked up, upon our table
I saw your rings and there they just lied
Abandoned too, they were just like me
And if they had tears I know they too would of cried.
So I took our rings and placed them together
Inside my dresser drawer inside a small box
So they can be together, for their forever
And from each other they will never be lost.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The pudding that smells anthropological
My singsong beloved grumbles these days
As she needs to make a pudding for an Exhibition
And she expects a new idea.
Then I said; ' Try this method darling!
Make layers of all the ethnics in the World in their distinguished colors
And the top leave a hard icing with symbolic monuments of the tyranny rulers,
It should be a strong one like iron otherwise the monuments sink in the pudding and get discolored.
If you want you can named it as Dwarfs and Giants.'
* To my friend George Murdock in gratitude as he firmly believes that water is colorless.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Bells
Today the circus poster
is scabbing off the concrete wall
and the children have forgotten
if they knew at all.
Father, do you remember?
Only the sound remains,
the distant thump of the good elephants,
the voice of the ancient lions
and how the bells
trembled for the flying man.
I, laughing,
lifted to your high shoulder
or small at the rough legs of strangers,
was not afraid.
You held my hand
and were instant to explain
the three rings of danger.
Oh see the naughty clown
and the wild parade
while love love
love grew rings around me.
this was the sound where it began;
our breath pounding up to see
the flying man breast out
across the boarded sky
and climb the air.
I remember the color of music
and how forever
all the trembling bells of you
were mine.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The Thing
Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for
anyone it merely
rings and we
serve it bitterly
together, they and I
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Advice To A Monkey
when the monkey
was on top of the trees
he feels nothing
extraordinary about it
boredom sets in
like a long sunny day that misses the rain
so it sets on another challenge
to set its feet on the
highest mountain
when he gets there all he does
is to breathe
there is nothing more challenging
than breathing and
he is all alone there
no one speaks to him
no one mentions the fruit of his labor
then he feels asleep
and wakes up at another lonely hour
like a very long rainy day
now missing another sunny hour
boredom sets in
and he looks at the sky
and he wishes he had wings
on its tail
he dreams of clouds and
stars
sad monkey with no one
to love
all these
are pretty useless
now
ask yourself: what is next?
what is it that gives you
happiness?
there is no other monkey
like you
who can love you?
go to the monkey world
and play and say hello and yes
to every monkey
do not be human.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tigers And Goats
Tigers and goats,
And the tigers ate up the goats;
But they will get the signals when the church bell rings,
And like Medo-Persia, Greece and Rome!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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