Port of Tuban
At the mouth of the river overlooking the Java Sea
You tie up your boat
Near the gate
You jump to the horse without a saddle
Trains in the car park inn
The coachman, while the horses were fed
The coachman chatting in the coffee shop, while smoking
Accompanied-svelte svelte, swing-swing and talk Nudity
Delicate fingers thrusting cupcake
China steam wine, glasses handed the svelte
Mingle with tobacco smoke
Swirl by kitchen smoke
affair with the roof of the hall wuwungan
interim pastor
The pupil burned incense and incense
while reciting prayers to Goddess Durga
Shiva's wife
As a prayer for Ancient Desires
Does not know age
Not familiar with the space and time
Because of that desire
Maya sheer
World of shadows
Maya world
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Maya Love
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the sea
Flowing in and out of me
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the day
First it comes, then it rolls away
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the wind
Blowing hard on everything
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the rain
Beating on your window brain
Maya love - maya love,
Maya love is like the stream
Flowing through this cosmic dream
song performed by by George Harrison
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Goddess Durga - Prayer
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the invincible power!
you are strength of deities
you destroy all the fear.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
you, the mother of universe,
It's you who takes care of it
and removes glooms of hearts.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
universe is just your fraction,
You are the absolute of
creation, operation, destruction.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
without you life is no meaning,
Whoever remembers you
you arrive for their wellbeing.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
we're thankful what you given;
Keep away troubles and pains,
let your kindness be remain.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
be kind to accept our prayers,
Let always be your compassion
for blissful living of your creatures.
Goddess Durga! O My mother!
let your world always be radiant,
Stay to protect everyone
everywhere and every moment.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Kali Jali And The Panji Story
Near the “Kali Jali”
The brown water flow
In the Rainy day
Where laid the “getek” were made from bamboo tree
brought the people went from side to another side the river
Bring bycycle, handbag, went to the town
Or the Chinese shop
While I like play on its side the river
Brought by my sister
Who lives in my grandma and grandpa
My big family from father line
Where our ancient family in the backyard
With same place with districthead called Sawunggalig
I like to play there,
When I went home from my holiday
My father were angry because my foot injury
Couldn’t care myself
When I were became of adult people
I know, so many government official
went to that place brought the incense and fire its
and the smoke around up to sky spread promise and hope
still strong and have accessed in their power
To day I don’t know where they run away
or stay behind the incense smoke
in the wall of company and bigest shop
in my town
build the traditional relgious school
hide in the bankriverside,
and the incense smoke,
flow around,
and flow the capital from another country
to every company, shop and charity,
to the mosque, with coruption money.
While I could think only
In the bankriverside, The Lord of Sunan, and ask why Kali Jali
Flow the brown water and not transparent anymore
poem by Prasetya Utama
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MAya
MAya Maya
she came a long way to me
but I found her in my heart
she came a long way to me
but I found her in my soul
she came a long way alone
but she was in; always with me
maya maya she was always indeep
she danced for me
she rose a dream;
for me
she broke the sound
of groan in me
for me
she was a hope
for me
she sang her songs
for me
and gave the freedom
her sound to me
maya the voice of freedom
for me
maya a sound out for me
maya dancer
maya singer
maya lover
great MAya a woman of nation
for nation
every nation
my nation
and she was proud
to be
a woman
[phenomenally]
a woman
she was proud
to be black
AND
make me proud
to be black
maya maya maya maya
the freeman's songs for me
AND[ PHENOMENAL] woman
A devotion of love
for me
MAya
many thanks to you.
MAya.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Shadow Dance
The shadows danced with the hazy smoke
Draped in the malodorous tobacco scent
Rippling the pallid beckon of the summer noon
The shadows danced and lightly rouse
Insurmountable motions of the colossus sea
And lingered with the auspicious truancy
The shadows danced with the svelte strokes
In the maladroit light-flushed and fueled-gush
Whining seep of a violent breath of life
The shadows danced with phantom swords
Scintillating sparks to flicker within the darkness
Slumbering in the corners of somnolent eyes
The shadows danced in the reveling noise
Where the sun never quells the thirsty rose
And never pours for the barren host
The shadows danced and tilted inertia
To greedily gather the myriad of porcelain jars
Brimming with dusts and scripts and stars
The shadows danced and I was enthused
To sway the steely legs gnarled in the silence
Of calculating the shadows rhythmic palpitations
poem by Norman Santos
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Granny Used to Smoke
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special cigarette.
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special style to.
Granny used to smoke,
She used to send me to shop.
Granny used to smoke.
She used to smoke this way:
Putting the glowing side,
Inside her mouth cavity,
And hers is to release,
Trains of smoke!
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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I Am... (Bottomless Pool)
i am...
the bottomless pool
at the foot of the cliff,
the moment just before dawn.
the broken window
of the abandoned house,
the tire swing casting shadows.
i am the eyes of god
in the crickets' song,
the shovel caked with dirt.
i am the thrust of the pelvis,
and the death of the soul,
the unseen sweeper of hearts.
i am the tongue that evolves,
the fish that walk on land.
i am the drumbeat of lives remembered.
i am the child we cannot return to,
and the grave waiting in stillness.
i am the crash of ideas,
the eater of thoughts.
i am seaweed in the mouth of the thinker.
i am ears that pray,
and fists that repent,
i am the mark of Cain.
i am the lover your heart desires,
the face of smoke and incense.
i am the cross, and borrowed wings,
i am the webbed feet of ancient longing.
i am the sinner, and the sin,
i am the whole man picking up pieces.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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remorse - sunken sphinx
svelte world of surrealism
salvador dalí
haiku by Dan Costinaş (2010)
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I'd Like To Teach The World To Smoke
(parody of 'I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing')
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
And grasp it slowly round the neck, laughing as it choked
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to strangle it in my arms and make my company money
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Swing It
(jon-jon/babyface/r.phillips)
Oh yeah
Hey hey
I wanna know, do you have style?
The kind of style that makes a woman want to lose her mind
And I wanna know when you make it worth my time
Will it be like all the rest wont give you best, just fall behind
coz I wanna know what turns you on
And you keep the loving strong
coz with me you dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Theres not a thing that I wont do
Once I find a man that gives me love its kind of cool
Take any night by candlelight
I wanna be to you the one you never had before
coz I wanna know what turns you on
And you keep the loving strong
coz with me you dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, come on
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think you can swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
coz I wanna know what turns you on
Oh baby, keep it strong
You dont have to ask
coz Im the woman thatll give you what you need
Tell me
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Come on baby
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Do you, do you
Swing it, swing it, swing it with me
Do you
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Do you swing it
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Do you think that you could swing a little time with me
Swing it, swing it
Ill be all that you need
Swing it, swing it, swing it
You can do it
song performed by by Diana Ross
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a Song delight
today he perform the dance and rudram in him
when he curb the maya it is the full in swing
when universe in dark he dances in graveyard
when the universe awaken he dance with her!
The joyous of the minutes and profound thoughts
and the limitless sky is the eyes of wisdom
the earth beneath is the stage to dance
the mantra of joy ever rejoiced!
ye, in joy take the flowers to ponder
ye, in joy make the oceans to raise
ye, in joy make the breeze to flow rhythm melodious
ye, in joy make the rays shine glitter!
Relentless dance the rudram, performed to curb maya
beneath his legs maya down in flake
flares of fire swallows the love of the impure
over my head a place for you and you run over the world
who ever wishes to drink! the river you are
hate not the people and hate not yurself
let you dance in joy and my dance always relentless!
poem by Dinesh Mukherjee
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Moonset
Past seven o'clock: time to be gone;
Twelfth-night's over and dawn shivering up:
A hasty cut of the loaf, a steaming cup,
Down to the door, and there is Coachman John.
Ruddy of cheek is John and bright of eye;
But John it appears has none of your grins and winks;
Civil enough, but short: perhaps he thinks:
Words come once in a mile, and always dry.
Has he a mind or not? I wonder; but soon
We turn through a leafless wood, and there to the right,
Like a sun bewitched in alien realms of night,
Mellow and yellow and rounded hangs the moon.
Strangely near she seems, and terribly great:
The world is dead: why are we travelling still?
Nightmare silence grips my struggling will;
We are driving for ever and ever to find a gate.
'When you come to consider the moon,' says John at last,
And stops, to feel his footing and take his stand;
'And then there's some will say there's never a hand
That made the world!'
A flick, and the gates are passed.
Out of the dim magical moonlit park,
Out to the workday road and wider skies:
There's a warm flush in the East where day's to rise,
And I'm feeling the better for Coachman John's remark.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Java Blues
Rick danko
I walked into a diner
And the blonde behind the counter
She asked if she could help in any way
Hell, I knew by her smile
Her number I could dial
If I was in the need of company
But as I bought some java
Instead she brought me a cup of chicory
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
Dont pour me water just fill up my cup
You know it takes a lot just to keep me up
Cost may be more than you care to pay
What good is money compared to fightin pain
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues
Coffees got me
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
The taste of java is like a cocaine rush
Nobodys gonna stop me from drinkin too much
Down in bolivia the people are insane
They want as much for coffee as they do for cocaine
Dont try to cheat
Its impossible to beat
The only pick me up thats here to stay
I got those java blues
Coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
The coffees got me now..
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
You know that Ill stay high
Ill drink coffee till I die
I got the java blues
Oh coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh coffee, coffee, coffee
Java blues
Oh the coffees got me
Java blues
Oh coffee, oh coffee
Java blues!
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Knight's Leap: A Legend of Altenar
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
'And reach me my harness, and saddle my horse,
And lead him me round to the door:
He must take such a leap to-night perforce,
As horse never took before.
'I have fought my fight, I have lived my life,
I have drunk my share of wine;
From Trier to Coln there was never a knight
Led a merrier life than mine.
'I have lived by the saddle for years two score;
And if I must die on tree,
Then the old saddle tree, which has borne me of yore,
Is the properest timber for me.
'So now to show bishop, and burgher, and priest,
How the Altenahr hawk can die:
If they smoke the old falcon out of his nest,
He must take to his wings and fly.'
He harnessed himself by the clear moonshine,
And he mounted his horse at the door;
And he drained such a cup of the red Ahr-wine,
As man never drained before.
He spurred the old horse, and he held him tight,
And he leapt him out over the wall;
Out over the cliff, out into the night,
Three hundred feet of fall.
They found him next morning below in the glen,
With never a bone in him whole-
A mass or a prayer, now, good gentlemen,
For such a bold rider's soul.
Eversley, 1864.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Swing! Swing!
Come on baby let's swing,
it's Sunday with bring bring,
feelings of o key, and refreshing,
twisting our body, and dancing.
just swing like this,
and swing like that.
forget your stress even once,
reduce your worries and dance,
gather your strength to break a fance,
come on baby it's our chance.
swing to avoid confusion,
swing to rebuild your brain,
swing for your creation,
just swing for your talent.
for a week your working,
with much concentration,
stop that for enjoying,
let's dance for the medicine.
i say swing swing swing
come on and swing swing
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Live For The Better
Jealous farmer stabs Pastor!
For the Pastor was having an affair with his wife;
Jealous husband stabs wife!
For his wife was having an affair with another man;
And like the stories we hear around the world,
But put off your old practices in life and, live for the better.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I'm in fact a hair under six feet, but I'm very svelte. People would never see me if I turned sideways.
Maya Of Palm Beach
Maya with her charismatic smile
traveling worldwide many miles.
To Monte Carlo Maya attends
a Red Cross Ball affair that transcends
all the expectations of raising funds-
for the nonprofit Red Cross organization.
Attending are Charlene Wittstock and Prince Albert II
they are married in a couple of years, very soon.
Music by Eddie Floyd with his saxophone-
makes the night a hit, he takes it home.
Even Ivana Trump and Rossano Rubicondi are there
Ivana is dressed in a flowing red long dress with flair.
Also attending is Super model Victoria Silvstedt
seductively poses in pink and is one of the guests.
Maya soon will be off to Korea in the far East
she will visit her son Vadim who Maya is happy to see.
Maya is posed on the set of TV series "The Surprise"
she is with her son who is character Stalin which airs at night.
Even though Maya's son is in the TV series "The Surprise"
Vadim is really a rock star in his real life.
Now Maya has to fly back to the states
she lives on the island that has mansion estates.
Maya has a new magazine that interviews Palm Beach socialites
even famous Elton John who gets in Maya's interesting writes.
Now I worked as a photographer for Maya in year 2005
Very great experience with Maya for Maya has an interesting Life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 25,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Maya Of Palm Beach
Maya with her charismatic smile
traveling worldwide many miles.
To Monte Carlo Maya attends
a Red Cross Ball affair that transcends
all the expectations of raising funds-
for the nonprofit Red Cross organization.
Attending are Charlene Wittstock and Prince Albert II
they are married in a couple of years, very soon.
Music by Eddie Floyd with his saxophone-
makes the night a hit, he takes it home.
Even Ivana Trump and Rossano Rubicondi are there
Ivana is dressed in a flowing red long dress with flair.
Also attending is Super model Victoria Silvstedt
seductively poses in pink and is one of the guests.
Maya soon will be off to Korea in the far East
she will visit her son Vadim who Maya is happy to see.
Maya is posed on the set of TV series "The Surprise"
she is with her son who is character Stalin which airs at night.
Even though Maya's son is in the TV series "The Surprise"
Vadim is really a rock star in his real life.
Now Maya has to fly back to the states
she lives on the island that has mansion estates.
Maya has a new magazine that interviews Palm Beach socialites
even famous Elton John who gets in Maya's interesting writes.
Now I worked as a photographer for Maya in year 2005
Very great experience with Maya for Maya has an interesting Life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 25,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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