Greeted by applause
Bullfighter struts on the arena
Tight is his costume
Rolled up handkerchiefs in crotch
Let the historic play begin
tanka by Oskar Hansen
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Revelations
if God wishes to extend
the time before he unleashes
the adagio, can anybody help it?
there is a larger game than life
and he knows all the best rules
we are meant to play along with him
and acquiece with the applause and
thunderous encore he seeks
some revelations are spposed to
be greeted with witheld tears as we
finally get the answer of our call
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Bullfighter Was A Lady
(words & music by sid tepper - roy c. bennett)
Pedro the bull was a killer
King of the bullfighter ringer
Hed wipe up the floor with each brave matador
And have matador stew for his dinner
He heard the crowd shouting ol
But he met his master that day
The bullfighter was a lady
And it was true love at first sight
Her red cape was waving but pedro was shaking (or shaving? )
He wanted to date her that night
Ol
Pedro the bull he was smitten
First time the love bug had bitten
He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
But now he was mild as a kitten
The people were starting to hiss
But pedro just wanted to kiss
The bullfighter was a lady
And pedro he liked what he saw
He floated on air with a rose in his hair
As he waltzed with that sweet matador
His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
Its hanging right over her door
Ol!
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Am Not A 'Socialite
Some have come into this arena,
With eyes bright.
And seeking to delight in relationships.
The invitation I responded to,
Was to enter into the arena as a poet who writes.
And others in the arena believe I should socialize.
But this I make clearly understood.
I am not a 'socialite' like many who are 'socialists'.
I am without pretense a 'writer'.
Not a socialist pretending not to be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Applause
People will grow
More with applause
Than with rich food.
People will die
More for applause
Than for rich food.
People will die
More from applause
Than from rich food.
People forgo,
To get applause,
Their food in time.
People will spend
More for applause
Than for rich food.
Applause will do
What alcohol
Will, to people.
Applause denied,
Or food denied,
The body will wilt.
Applause is earned
To gather people
And select mates.
Applause feeds ego
And food keeps body.
Body is for ego.
18.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yours Truly
Sometimes when I look at you,
I wonder why youre here with me
Im not the perfect lover,
And theres other things Id like to be
You never asked for my applause,
I want you to know
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
Ill never leave you all alone,
Too far to touch your skin
I dont know where the story goes
Or even if it did begin,
I go to the ball, you sweep the floors
In every way
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
So suddenly, you tell me,
In words that will hold me
As long as the light from the stars,
Fill your eyes...
You never asked for my applause,
I want you to know
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
song performed by by Air Supply
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You'll Have To Swing It
Mister paganini, please play my rhapsody
And if you cannot play it, won't you sing it
And if you can't sing it, you simply have to
Swing it
I said swing it
Oh-oh-oh swing it
And don't ding it
Oh mister paganini, we breathlessly await
Your masterful dtente, go-o on and sling it
And if you can't sling it
You'll simply have to swing it
I said swing it
And scattywahwah
And wahdyscatla
We've heard your repertoire and
At the final bar
We've greeted you with wild applause
But what a great ovation
Your interpretation
Pat-scoodle-atty-doody yeah yeah yeah
Oh mister paganini, now don't you be a meanie
What have you up your sleeve, go on and spring it
And if you can't spring it, you'll simply have to
Swing it
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I'd rather play a few nights at the Fillmore than play one night at an arena.
quote by Lucinda Williams
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this; enjoy it but never quite believe it.
quote by Robert Montgomery
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this enjoy it but never quite believe it.
quote by Robert Montgomery
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You get to say, 'Here's my philosophical idea about what the costume should like,' and the costume designer comes and gives you choices and sometimes they're all good, and I say, 'What do you think?' and they pick the right thing.
quote by John Sayles
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Nothing Exchanged
Deep in that crotch...
Those eyes.
Hers/His/Theirs.
And shifted to cast aside,
A viewed licking of the tongue done.
But they come back to catch,
Muscle tight buns.
Oh yes.
Hers/His/Theirs
And nothing exchanged,
Not even wishes...
That go unknown.
Or a boldness to stop to say,
'Here is my 'info'...
My address and telephone!
Stay in touch.
Can you make that right away? '
They stay in place.
Cemented feet,
Supporting heating temptations.
Hers/His/Theirs
They all stare but no one dares,
To approach or make a move!
Too afraid...
They may not get to touch it!
Preferring their game play,
Discreet and at a distance.
Hers/His/Theirs
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Demented Interdependence
It never goes the way it's meant,
When two have an argument.
An escalation zooms to heat...
To leave one lover alone to moan!
As soon as tempers are released,
A forgiveness then is greeted...
With sweet loving under the sheets.
And a cycle later repeated.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
When a separation threatens and comes.
Someone regrets what's done.
A remorse of course sets in.
With the shame of one defended.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
It never goes the way it's meant,
When two have an argument.
An escalation zooms to heat...
To leave one alone to moan!
As soon as tempers are released,
A forgiveness then is greeted...
With sweet love under the sheets.
And a cycle later repeated.
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
A love like this,
Never seems to end.
A love like this,
Should never begin.
A love like this...
Is demented!
A love like this,
Is defended.
A love like this,
Should quickly end.
A love like this,
Represents resentment.
This feeds,
A demented interdependence
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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World Play is very '70s arena rock, very raw and in your face, and that's what we wanted. We recorded it in a very off-the-cuff manner and didn't really plan out how we were going to play. My solos are first takes.
quote by Neil Schon
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the main entry
of course in tonight’s activity
is the
crotch
I like it as a noun
And will always
Be itself a
Very hot noun
They say it
Might probably be an
Alteration
Of a crutch
In 1563
It was a pole with a forked end
A prop of old men
Actually as we see it
A crotch
Is just an angle formed by
The parting of two legs
This is the one
That I like best
An image of parting legs
Now this becomes
My favorite verb: parting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have never regarded politics as the arena of morals. It is the arena of interest.
quote by Aneurin Bevan
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Fairytale love
The fairytale wedding ran like clockwork
All the little angels with their rose petal
cheeks, laughing and dancing.
The Cinderella, resplendent in her bejewelled, snow white costume, the teardropp diamonds hanging...
Prince Charming, surveying his property, stalks
around like a wolf, sniffing out the weak, waiting, watching, ready to pounce.
Hiding the sly, cruel, vicious nature, trying to stop the mask
from slipping until it's time...
Tear dropp diamonds reflect the ones that begin to fall
The wedding dress, just a costume in shreds,
like her heart. The red cloak hides her terrified face,
from the deceiving Bluebeard.
poem by Lilly Drake
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On fairy lit night
On fairy lit night
When the snow shone so bright
And I held you so tight
I felt my love shine through you...
I felt the melting
Of every storm cloud blowing
Away under a summer breeze...
Like a broken healing shard
I felt my love shining in the moonlight
Blooming like a forest orchid
Rocking like a child in his crib
On a fairy lit night
When the snow shone so bright
And I held you so tight
I felt my love shine through you
As we rolled like a snowball
Jointly surrendering to the morning dew
Oh I felt the melting
Of two tear drops melting in mine
And your deep dark warm sparkling eyes...
I felt the gravity as we rolled
In that white midnights snow
To a poets corner only we'll both know.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh roll with me
Like an Egyptian rug under the night
Of a burning sun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh roll with me
Like a glacier river into a red tropic sun
Where the thunder in our hearts
Has, only just begun to burn and play
Out it's magic song before our eyes.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Lovers
Her sweat painted nipples brush against his skin,
Titilating and warming his blood as they gyrate slowly,
She feels his heartbeat ripple through her palm,
Something else rapping to and fro against her thigh,
He kisses her chin, neck down to her navel-
It is so quiet that he can hear her crotch breathe,
She then mourns in a tongue he knows not-
He understands the tongue though-of gasping parenthesis,
His crotch now a pendulum up and down patiently,
Heenters her recess they become one,
One two three times.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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The Ballroom-A Pantoum
'And gilded couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since.'
-Sylvia Plath, 'Cinderella'
The orchestra begins a new melody.
The crystal chandelier dims; red velvet curtains part.
Guests sip white wine and champagne, and
scores of couples begin to dance.
The crystal chandelier dims; red velvet curtains part
as the violins and cellos play their song.
Scores of couples begin to dance:
Men in tuxedoes, and ladies in scarlet gowns.
As the violins and cellos play their song,
dancers twirl on the white marble floor.
Men in tuxedoes and ladies in scarlet gowns
fill the grand palace hall with applause.
Dancers twirl on the white marble floor;
guests sip white wine and champagne and
fill the grand palace hall with applause.
The orchestra begins a new melody.
poem by Kimberly Kastner
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If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife Trust me, it's not.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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