To good loving homes!
A rare male and a female Labrador mix,
59 & 56 years old.
No licensed at all.
Copper color, great personality and pedigree.
De-wormed and tails totally removed
And both could sing & dance well.
Spend few dollars to a good loving home!
* [ This is not an advertisement.]
she cooks tasty food with all the ingredients
and I am an old scribbler, public utility and capable to do cleaning the utensils,
Night time preferable as one Master's Watchdog!
And I give the assurance of my strong Yelp!
To my sailor friend oskar!
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Lucy's cleaning
Reference to the advertisement
The spinster, You're looking for a Robust
Who could perform household duties.
If I am not the right person
I could look after your Pekinese
And do the garden work.
Though I am fiftynine
Still capable of hardworking.
I include here my my last night's dream
That would be influenced to your selection.
The whole night I was cleaning the drops of blood
Lost by our Lord Jesus Christ on his way to Calvary.
When I woke up I saw your advertisement
And I thought that's a good omen!
nimal dunuhinga
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She still studies in the life-school and never quits!
Whenever the market price goes down of goods
She records in her memory book for the family welfare
And she cooks tasty food even without ingredients in the kitchenette
So you do not want to go for Restaurants searching varities.
She's familiar with her partner's perspiration & tears
And the strange perfume she recognizes?
She knows the rules of the road
Though she never holds a valid license
And your bullock-cart by mistake goes off-road
Suddenly she pulls the reins and stops before it jumps into peril!
'Be careful as the road is slippery' she always reminds you!
She's a Woman and her name is Friend!
* Dedication to the Womenfolk the rare panacea!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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He who knows who will be the next?
Gradually,
One by one
moves away
from the Chequer Board?
And he who knows who will be the next.
Master! It's too odd the dress of death
At least give him or her a better costume a human looking
So we could dance on the floor merrily.
Yes, we sing and dance on our own grave?
[We would never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the World.]-Hellen Keller
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An application to the Whitehouse!
Sir! ,
Being given to understand that there are some openings arises in your honoured environment!
For the elders?
Herewith I submit my humble application for the same for your kind perusal.
I am Nimal and my beloved is Manel.
I am just passing at 61
and she's 58.
She cooks any type of food
and holding a Diploma for Cookery!
I am good for nothing
Just an old Pen-pusher?
But I love pets and specially dogs!
If you offer me the job to look after them
I 'll do it to the best of my knowledge Sir!
And I would like you to mention that our 40th wedding anniversary is getting closer and by the grace of God if selected us for this rare opportunity
We could have arrange our humble party there if permits?
I was a Seafarer for 15 years and a good painter too!
By the way I could have done some patchwork if possible?
Thanking you Sir in anticipation of a kind and a favorable reply,
With best regards,
Yours most obediently,
nimal dunuhinga
Postscript
In the event of my being selected to your honoured Establishment, I assure you of my loyalty, hardworking, dependability and dedication to services in the manner that would uphold the good name of your reputed Humanity Sir!
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rare Friend
I will be your rare friend;
Spend many hours meditating on your success.
I will be your rare friend;
Be there for you when you are not at your best.
I will be your rare friend;
One who will take you home when your legs tire.
I will be your rare friend;
And will be beside you when go through the fire.
I will be your rare friend;
When others abandon you and laugh at you.
I will be your rare friend;
Not caring the color of your skin or what you do.
I will be your rare friend;
I will be your rare friend because its true, I am you.
poem by Saint Eule
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The blind flower-seller
With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?
to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!
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Loot of Kissess
In bed
At sex...
Time...
Male change
Female...
Female change
Male...
At the bed...
Male is
Female...
Female is male...
It only not
Feeelling...
Bodys sexual
Enjoy of
Eneargy....
Making male
This think...?
Don't woory male...
Too love to female
Give eneargy kissess
For loot....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A prompt response from the Devil
'Hello! Mr. Scribbler I received your letter
which was addressed to the Queen.
I was there at that time while they were celebrating the b'day party.
What can I do for you?
I am also helpless these days
you know why? these paradise people
make ' Nytroglycerine' toys for better prospects.
I can do one thing for you if you like?
I'll make a multiple visa for you to the hell.
There you can live peacefully
and I'll give you a surety.'
Always your friend,
Devil de morals.
Dedication to my poet friend Nick.Percowycz
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Close Our Eyes
Duet with tommy page
Music by kim bullard/amy sky/marc jordan
Lyrics by dave taggart
Verse 1
Male: I picked a rose among these ancient walls
A garden made for love
But nothing grows at all
I heard your laughter and I almost knew
That wed share our life together
Female: and still surrounded by this fortress strong
Kept from your loving arms too long
Chorus
Both: if we just close our eyes and begin a new day
We could turn back the time to a world far away
Where our hearts beat as one through the passing of ages
Male: oh, we could turn back time start a brand new day
Female: if we just close our eyes
Verse 2
Male: I saw you walking with the sacred fire
A girl her eyes so wild with anger and confusion
The only spark of life to grace this land
Both: we shared this hope eternal (male whisper: eternal)
Female: and now it seems as though youve found your place
(male: found your place)
Lost my loving embrace
Chorus
Bridge
Male: Ill give more than forever
Female: our love will carry us away
Both: together well fly if we just close our eyes
Chorus
Repeat first 2 lines of chorus, with improvisation
song performed by by Tiffany
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Close Our Eyes (feat. Tommy Page)
Duet with tommy page
Music by kim bullard/amy sky/marc jordan
Lyrics by dave taggart
Verse 1
Male: I picked a rose among these ancient walls
A garden made for love
But nothing grows at all
I heard your laughter and I almost knew
That wed share our life together
Female: and still surrounded by this fortress strong
Kept from your loving arms too long
Chorus
Both: if we just close our eyes and begin a new day
We could turn back the time to a world far away
Where our hearts beat as one through the passing of ages
Male: oh, we could turn back time start a brand new day
Female: if we just close our eyes
Verse 2
Male: I saw you walking with the sacred fire
A girl her eyes so wild with anger and confusion
The only spark of life to grace this land
Both: we shared this hope eternal (male whisper: eternal)
Female: and now it seems as though youve found your place
(male: found your place)
Lost my loving embrace
Chorus
Bridge
Male: Ill give more than forever
Female: our love will carry us away
Both: together well fly if we just close our eyes
Chorus
Repeat first 2 lines of chorus, with improvisation
song performed by by Tiffany
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A Humble letter to the Queen
Honored Madam,
I take this opportunity to wish you a happy birth day as I saw in the BBC the celebrations,
Oh! What a lovely pageant.
My blessings, you may long-lived!
Sri Lanka is once a colony under your kingdom.
Thank God we got independence.
But Madam you left your precious friend in our tiny country
And his name is ' Divide & Rule' a real gentleman.
One day some innocents died of a bomb explosion
But your precious BBC showed only the empty bus.
I think some defect to their cameras?
This ethnic cleansing is a by-product of your factory 'The Imperialism'.
Never mind Madam we can forget the past as we are Sri Lankan.
But I humbly request a favor Madam,
if possible could you please minimize?
You're prominent BBC's (Prima Donna) partial yelp!
Thanking you in anticipation of a kind and a favorable reply.
I remain Madam,
Yours most obediently,
A scribbler,
Nimal Dunuhinga
I dedicate this poem to Miss or Mrs. Dumeetha.Luthra (BBC correspondent in Sri Lanka) for your prominent double standard.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Josejoi Banzai
Two thousand years of male society,
Smoke-filled land of the rising sun.
History indicates that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for all male retirement.
It's time for women to show her true self,
With women soul and power let's open a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
Two thousand years of male society,
Mah-jong ridden land of the rising sun.
History shows that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for female-up position.
It's time for women to show her true power,
With women soul and power let's open a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
Two thousand years of male society,
Violence-controlled land of the rising sun.
History shows that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for women's solidarity.
It's time for women to sing her true song,
With women soul and power let's create a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Josejoi Banzai
Two thousand years of male society,
Smoke-filled land of the rising sun.
History indicates that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for all male retirement.
It's time for women to show her true self,
With women soul and power let's open a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
Two thousand years of male society,
Mah-jong ridden land of the rising sun.
History shows that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for female-up position.
It's time for women to show her true power,
With women soul and power let's open a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
Two thousand years of male society,
Violence-controlled land of the rising sun.
History shows that they're good for nothing,
Time has come for women's solidarity.
It's time for women to sing her true song,
With women soul and power let's create a new era.
Female-up, position banzai,
Female-up, position banzai.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Restrictions for migratory birds
I hear they make barbed wire fences and invisible meshes
Over the tourist Liberty islands sky.
Because they spend millions for cleaning bird droppings.
Not only that,
They are scared of bird songs too
As their politicians cannot sing as same as birds.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Unlooked-for
I received an e-mail from Devil de Morals.
'Hey! My dear pen-pusher you are just wasting the time,
Scribbling lot of nonsense and still you could not get a publisher.
Did you see the advertisement?
They published in the World paper immediate vacancies.
Post for the grave-diggers there, qualifications are not required it seems.
Only the personality and capability are mandatory.
I am sorry that I couldn't tell that I have already applied for you.
So do not get surprised once they call for you an interview.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Value of X
night time
at my home...
male dog...
sounding wooo...
for with out sleep...
dog shout
and sound...
many more time...
same time answer
of sounds
at the street comes...
street dog is female...
wanted
for male dog...
at female street dog...
so sounded and
with out sleep
male dog...
the valubale sex...
human sex
un valuble...? ? ? ? ? ? ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bullfinches Of This Are One Good Example
Not all of Nature's creatures are unfaithful to their partners that is a fact and facts do never lie
The male bullfinch I will use as one example he stays with his female till he or she does die
In the bullfinches unfaithfulness unheard of they stay together till death do them part
It can be said of them that they are loyal that he and she does have a loving heart,
The male bullfinch is not the finest songster but for beauty few with him can hope to compare
But bullfinches like most other wildborn creatures across their range 'tis said becoming rare
The female bullfinch is not short of beauty though her partner prettier to look at than she
In all Seasons you will see them together they seem to like each others company,
At a young age I fell in love with Nature and learning from her I do still enjoy
The male bullfich in Spring sang on the birch tree by my old home when I was a young boy,
I recall the local orchardists did not like them as they ate the fruit tree buds in the Springtime
But man made laws are different to Nature's in Nature there is neither sin nor crime,
Those who say Nature's creatures to each other cannot be faithful are
those who surely seem to have it wrong
Bullfinches of this are one good example the bond of love between them ever strong.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Woman in her sixties
My name is Woo Man
A rare name of the bygone Native.
Isn't it?
My caretaker, sixfooter a liar
And a former reputed Boxer
Who's in the Seventieth milepost
Eloped with a teenager
Like his daughter
In her racing car.
I would like to dance in the Hurricane
And show him that I am not an Icing cake
Really capable to fight still in the Ring
And bring the champion trophy home.
*[The monk Ananda a senior disciple of Buddha once inquired on their way to a certain place when they met a beautiful Woman, 'Sir, What do you think of a Woman? ' 'Great and precious Ananda but an obstacle for our Monastic journey, I smiled with her when we passed that's all but she accompanies with Ananda I think.' The Buddha said. Then he blushed.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A strange E.mail
Hey! Scribbler
We issue a stamped envelope and a calendar
for the next year on behalf of your Birthday!
Please send us your recent colour photograph.
Thank you,
With best regards,
[email protected]
P.S.
Tell us something about you.
*When you dance with your customer, let him lead.
-Unknown
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The poor street singer in a red cap
They call me by the name of stink.
Though I have a primrose in my holey red cap.
I strum my old guitar with few strings.
Passer-by! Please wait for a while
As I have a good news for you.
And I sing with an occasional smile,
If it's not a dream then I'll be a millionaire in few days
As I ought to sign a contract for his new advertisement
Who's a prominent perfume maker in the paradise.
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