The Three Wonderful Sisters!
All of the three sisters
got married to their maternal uncle.
They were taken to Chennai City
for black-topping work on the roads.
The platform was their shelter for the night
and witnessed all the cheating
and the beating going on in open.
When there was no work
they wouldn't go back to their far away town.
They would get into the crowded buses
lured some drooling men
with provocative behaviour.
As they were well-dressed,
well-mannered people didn't doubt them.
They picked pockets and the women
lost their wallets and gold chains.
But they didn't fail to share
the money earned by labour, with their uncle.
On an unauspicious day,
a police team in plain clothes
intercepted the signals
they were sending to each other in a bus
and caught them all red-handed
with the help of the passengers
who dare not touch men-pocket-pickers.
Even the bus-conductors keep mum
when the habitual men-thieves
hit sixers and boundaries in the jam-packed buses.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Touch me not!
Have you ever seen the freshly pressed flowers,
Crumbled in the crowded buses of the third world?
Catching and traveling in a bus is a task, not worth,
To spend at least few hours on the dusty roads,
For a few kilometer ride to their purposeful target,
Where they are pressed with all kinds of weapons kept,
In the trousers, held in the hands and on the bodies,
Of the estrogen seeking cowards, who travel,
In the buses to get the cheap pleasure and delight,
Out of the innocence of our young girls and women going to school,
Colleges and work, even the elderly women not spared,
For the scent that remained, O God, Do you see us suffer,
On the roads of poverty stricken countries? Please offer,
The space as we need to do our daily chores,
Teach and correct them that molesting is bad and dire.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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As My Uncle Used To Say
I've thought a power on men and things,
As my uncle ust to say,--
And ef folks don't work as they pray, i jings!
W'y, they ain't no use to pray!
Ef you want somepin', and jes dead-set
A-pleadin' fer it with both eyes wet,
And _tears_ won't bring it, w'y, you try _sweat_,
As my uncle ust to say.
They's some don't know their A, B, Cs,
As my uncle ust to say,
And yit don't waste no candle-grease,
Ner whistle their lives away!
But ef they can't write no book, ner rhyme
No ringin' song fer to last all time,
They can blaze the way fer the march sublime,
As my uncle ust to say.
Whoever's Foreman of all things here,
As my uncle ust to say,
He knows each job 'at we 're best fit fer,
And our round-up, night and day:
And a-sizin' _His_ work, east and west,
And north and south, and worst and best
I ain't got nothin' to suggest,
As my uncle ust to say.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Uncle Arthur
Strikes the bell for 5 oclock, uncle arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up
Climbs across his bike and hes away
Cycles past the gasworks, past the river, down the high street
Back to mother, its another empty day
Uncle arthur likes his mommy
Uncle arthur still reads comics
Uncle arthur follows batman
Round and round the rumours fly, how he ran away from mum
On his 32nd birthday, told her that hed found a chum
Mother cried and raved and yelled and fussed
Arthur left her no illusion, brought the girl round, save confusion
Sally was the real thing, not just lust
Uncle arthur vanished quickly
Uncle arthur and his new bride
Uncle arthur follows sally
Round and round goes arthurs head, hasnt eaten well for days
Little sally may be lovely, but cooking leaves her in a maze
Uncle arthur packed his bags and fled
Back to mother, alls forgiven, serving in the family shop
He gets his pocket money, hes well fed
Uncle arthur past the gasworks
Uncle arthur past the river
Uncle arthur down the high street
Uncle arthur follows mother
song performed by by David Bowie
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Love Signals
Whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa... whoa... whoa...
There are...
So many people around the world lacking love (whoa)
So many people don't know how to love one another (whoa)
So many people walk around low self-estime (yeah)
And so many people for no reason so dog on me
Watch my feet while I step (watch me)
See my smile while I step (see my smile)
Feel my vibe while I step (and how I'm sending out those love...)
Love signals (tell me can you feel my)
Love signals (now you send out your)
Love signals (now the room is filled with)
Love signals (love signals)
Now there's... (whoo)
So many of us have little faith and insecurities (I love you Mother)
And so many of us so easy to give up on our dreams (I love you Mother)
There's so many of us that's quick to say let's go war (I love you Mother)
And so many of us that's raising our hands and saying war no more
Watch my feet while I step (watch my feet)
See my smile while I step (see my smile, yeah)
Feel my vibe while I step (yeah, I'm sending out those love signals)
Love signals (hoping you can feel it, yeah, yeah)
Love signals (now send it right back to me)
Love signals (ooh, now this place is filled with)
Love signals
(May I) I just wanna touch your soul
(May I) let me pour into you
(May I) fill you with my joy
(Mmm, may I) and make you feel brand new
(May I) stepping is therapy
(May I) healing both you and me
(May I) that's why I'm sending
(Mmm, may I) out love signals
Love signals (yeah, hoping you can feel it)
Love signals (you, now send it right back to me, oh)
Love signals (now this place is filled with)
Love signals (oh yeah, sending out those love...)
Love signals (signals, tell me can you feel it?)
Love signals (whoo, now send it right back to me, yeah)
Love signals (now the place is filled with)
Love signals (love, I'm talkin' about love) (sendin' out those...) (hey)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (love)
Love signals (sendin' out those love signals) (love, I'll send it to you, you send it to me, yeah)
Love signals (send me your love signals) (sendin' out those)
Love signals (sendin' out those) (oh yeah)
(Sendin' out those love signals)
Donnie Lyles, break it down, uh
Now you know when a track feels this good
I gotta break it down and do my thing
So listen, this is what we gon' do
We gonna play a little game
But we gonna put the, we're gonna put a little twist to this steppers thing
This is what we gonna do
We gonna take a little journey into love
Now when I start to sing
I want all of the couples to just separate for a minute from their partners
That's right, you gon' come right back
But I want you to just separate when I start sing
I'ma tell you what to do
As you startin' to step around the room
I want you to look at all the Happy People in the room
And I want you to touch 'em
And when you touch 'em
This is what I want you to say
Y'all ready? C'mon
One, two, three, separate
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
(I love you) step (I love you) step
(I love you) step (I love you)
Somebody touch somebody, tell somebody you love somebody
Now go back (I love you) find your partner (I love you)
Now send (I love you) out those... (I love you) love signals
Chocolate Factory y'all, huh
Sending out love signals to all those that may be lacking love, mmm, yeah
It's Kels, your music weatherman, uh
Wayne Williams, our in house DJ y'all, uh
Uncle Life, Uncle Love, the stepping twins, haha
I see you, haha
Regina and George Daniels, haha
I love you baby
We just down at the Chocolate Factory having fun, y'all
So if you want to call in to the Chocolate Factory the number is
One-two-three, l-o-v, e...
Love... (love, love) love yeah (oh) (you-ooh-you...)
Peace
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Please wait
Please wait
‘O’ Moon,
‘O’ Moon uncle,
Plz give us money and medicine for my mother.
She is ill and on the bed.
Our mama (Maternal uncle) ,
Who is very kind and of helping nature is away from us.
Mother says that you are also our CHANDA Mama (Moon uncle)
So plz give us what ever we need.
The little child was praying to the moon
Who was blooming in the sky?
Her mother told him
‘O’ my child
This Moon uncle is also very kind and generous
And has only coolness and brightness.
He is giving all these things not only to us
also all those who are living on this Earth.
So, plz wait to your Mama (Maternal uncle) .
He will sure come and will give us money and medicine.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Uncle Tom's Cabin
Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin'
Pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say it got no bottom say it take
You down to Hell
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Come two men talkin' in the pale moonlight
Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the water's edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let 'em sink on down
To the bottom of the well
Where they'd never be found
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies in the wishin' well
Soon as they were gone me & Tom got down
Prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin' through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
Where the full moon shines through the roof tile cracks
Oh my God Tom who are we gonna tell
The sheriff he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut that's what we're gonna do
Unless you wanna wind up in the wishin' well too
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
in the wishin' well
song performed by by Warrant
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Uncle Tom's Cabin
Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin'
Pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say it got no bottom say it take
You down to Hell
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Come two men talkin' in the pale moonlight
Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the water's edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let 'em sink on down
To the bottom of the well
Where they'd never be found
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies in the wishin' well
Soon as they were gone me & Tom got down
Prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin' through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
Where the full moon shines through the roof tile cracks
Oh my God Tom who are we gonna tell
The sheriff he belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut that's what we're gonna do
Unless you wanna wind up in the wishin' well too
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
in the wishin' well
song performed by by Warrant
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Electric Uncle Sam
I am the plan, I am the man
who tells you what and when you can.
I'm the old one that torments you.
I am the voice that tells you to:
"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie.
Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die.
If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am.
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere.
I am your Uncle Sam."
Electric Uncle Sam
You beg me please on bended knees
not to sit among these enemies.
If you feel like you wanna dance
then step aside and take a chance.
"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie.
Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die.
If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am.
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere.
I am your Uncle Sam."
Electric Uncle Sam
song performed by by Primus
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Wile Watching the Black and White TV
Your old man
came into the lounge
where you were watching
black and white TV
and your mother was standing
talking to an uncle
it's the baker
your old man said
he wants his £50
what £50?
your mother asked
the £50 I owe him
well pay him
your mother said
I can't
I don't have it
you watched
the cowboy film
with half interest
you took a glance
at the debtor
well tell him
you'll pay him
next week
your mother said
I told him that
last week
your old man said
what did you want
to borrow £50
from the baker for?
your mother asked
her cheeks getting flushed
to buy my new suit
what new suit?
the one I'm having made
you noticed
your old man's
moustache flicker
and he stroked it
as he did
when cornered
your mother
breathed heavy
and you looked
at the uncle
ok
the uncle said
here's the £50
go pay him
what you owe
to get him off your back
but you better pay me back
or I'll bust your head
sure I will
your old man said
going out of the room
clutching the money
in his palm
your mother sighed
and the uncle
put away his wallet
into an inside pocket
and you saw that one
of the cowboys
on the black and white
TV screen
had been shot
and died
the other looked angry
and ugly
and mean.
poem by Terry Collett
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In The City
He is just a boy in the city
Dressed the same hes uniformly pretty
He knows its the time
He can read the signs
He can really change
In the city
The best dressed boy in town he thinks its funny
Half a dozen jobs makes his money
He is just a boy in the city
Friday night propels walter mitty
Its about time
He can read the signs
A night on the town
In the city
Monday is a work day
Tuesdays much the same
Wednesday comes and goes away
Thursdays back again
Friday night is sunday in the morning
Monday brings the weekends final yawning
Now its about time
He has crossed the line
He is miles away
In the city
(city!)
(city!)
(city!)
(city!)
Now its about time
He can read the signs
He can really change
It is on his mind
He has crossed the line
He has gone once more
From the city
song performed by by Madness
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The Old Stuff
Oh I said a little prayer tonight
Before I came on stage
As I came walkin past the drivers and the locals on the union wage
I asked the dear lord up in heaven
Let me treat the music right
Then I prayed that detroit
Goes wild tonight.
Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van
Playin music never sleepin and workin on a neon tan
We played the barn down in sanford florida
For bev roberts out in camden park
We plugged it in up east at bull run and the place went dark.
Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin boys in the crew
It was one big party
But the business called it payin our dues
Back when the old stuff was new.
Oh the stories we could tell
If it werent for the code of the road
About the buckboard, bear creek, cowboys, and the grizzly rose
You know the weather turned bad in scottsdale
A tornado nearly stole the show
We just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll.
Back when the old stuff was new
Hats off to the k.c. opry and ella gurus
It was one big party
Uncle joe you know we owe it to you
Back when the old stuff was new.
No rules young fools comin from the old school
Takin on the world alone
Next date cant wait tearin up the interstate
Every place we played was home
Balls out no doubt this is what its all about
Beggin for a place to play
Swingin with our old friends
Prayin that it never ends
Wouldnt trade a single day.
Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin boys in the crew
It was one big party
But the papers called it payin our dues
Back when the old stuff was new.
Hey its still one big party
You can call it whatever you choose
You make me feel like the old stuff is new
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Today's Teenage Youth
Gutsy with a bit of motsy tongue tarts lipped.
Today's teenage youth,
Will say and choose the most outlandish,
Explanations...
For their 'accepted' activities.
'Dad...
I need the keys for your car.'
*You wrecked your mother's car,
Just last week.*
'That had nothing to do with you.
I never drank beer or smoked weed in your car.
And besides,
I passed the police roadside test.
And you didn't say a word about being proud of me.
Uncle Louie was the only one! '
*Well...
Borrow your Uncle Louie's car.*
'And put gas in it too?
No way! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whiskey To Words
sat in a painful place going through it
thinking all about that last audition
and I'm wishing that I never blew it
this dark night with whiskey in my system
has made me write, it did, and I knew it.
Dec is gone I wish he didn't do it!
I pray for artists not to be so hurt
and I prayed that I din't have to see
Decs coffin being carried into church,
I prayed for it not to be in the dirt.
I wish that things wern't so hard in this world.
and I wish my mum didn't have to work
I want her to be in a sunny place,
I'm sinking seeing people that I love
as they are sinking from the pooring rain
its hard to believe I will never see
or share a stage with Alexis again!
I wish, I wish, that I could get through this.
I wish the police could see that not all youths
are bad cause they wear hoodys and tracksuits.
God bless all the single mums on late shifts
the dark night we walk wouldn't be scary
if we burnt all pedoes and rapists!
and I know I can't make it all happen
but the rimes flow and the truth it hits me
it poors out as I poor out the whiskey
I always want to find a better place
if you want it too you can come with me
but sometimes people don't understand you
so for all the people who didn't believe
from the bottom of my heart I thank you
cause if you ignored me I won't blank you,
Cause I'm gone and don't know where to go
I found this drink in the kitchen cupboard
to drown my sorrows cause I feel so low!
wondering if this is how Declan felt?
Alone at home its like no one will help
not got money to go out its a joke
but it isn't funny cause I'm broke
I write this, read it back and I have my hope.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Rain Show
Chennai city
At south india
On the road
Rain was on the way
Town buses
Go slow too slow
At road
A road poblem
In side the bus
Rain rain drops rain
Come again
Travalling people...
Simply taken
The umberlaw
At inside the bus
With a rain!
How is the rain show?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Uncle Sam
Here they come again hop scotching up to my door
One by one again knockety knock knocking upon my floor
Swinging on my gate they gain entry by the yard
Pulling at my hair they scream paint your thoughts upon my card
But not tonight Ive got studies to examine
Tomorrow Ill be watching all the queens men
A talent contest on monday with my uncle sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
cause hes a wonderful man
But Im sailing across the sea to see my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to be with my uncle sam
To be with my uncle sam
Silly little sniggers from the women liberators
But Ill stand and hold my post
Polished buttons and erect Ill raise the flag
Ill show those women whos the most
But not tonight Ive got studies to examine
Tomorrow Ill be watching all the queens men
A talent contest on monday with my uncle sam
Who now takes up all of my time, gives me things to do
Hes a wonderful man
But Im sailing across the sea to see my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to be with my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to see my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to be with my uncle sam
But not tonight Ive got studies to examine
Tomorrow ah ah ah
And tomorrow Ill be watching all the queens men
A talent contest on monday with my uncle sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
cause hes a wonderful man
Im sailing across the sea to see my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to be with my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to see my uncle sam
Im sailing across the sea to be with my uncle sam
song performed by by Madness
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Uncle Lenny
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I’m pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn’t hear any for his ears are toast.
He’s sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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For My Sister
This poem was inspired by the character, Eve, in the TV show 'Casualty', when she told Tina that she'd lost a sister years ago:
Maybe I took you for granted
And we didn't always get on,
But deep down I still love you,
And I miss you now you're gone.
We had some good times, as sisters do:
Going to parties and the local discos.
Sharing each others make-up
And lending each other clothes.
I've suffered in silence
Since you passed away.
I wish I could turn back time
And change that fateful day.
Your photo on the mantelpiece
Smiles back at me.
Your youthfulness frozen in time
For everyone to see.
Sisters are important -
Back then, I didn't realise,
But now, when I think of you,
The tears well up in my eyes.
If only I could talk to you now.
Life's ups and downs we'd share,
But I carry on in life alone,
Knowing you're not there.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Little Big Man
I am small because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am
as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring your slate
and your books."
I shall tell him, " Do you not know I am as big as father? And
I must not have lessons any more."
My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he
likes, for he is grown up."
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is
thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get
lost, my boy; let me carry you."
I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father?
I must go to the fair alone."
Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is
grown up."
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my
nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?"
I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as
father, and I must give silver to my nurse."
Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he
likes, for he is grown up."
In the holiday time in October father will come home and,
thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town
little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, "Father, give them to my data, for I am as big
as you are."
Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he
likes, for he is grown up."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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I had dropped out of school and was a runaway, so I didn't have family to fall back on if I didn't work. I didn't have a lot of other options of making money other than modeling.
quote by Carre Otis
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Nutbush City Limts
Words and music by tina turner
Theres a church house, gin house,
School house, outhouse.
On u.s. 19,
Hey, the people keep the city clean.
They call it nutbush, nutbush,
Nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
25 is the speed limit,
Motorcycles not allowed in it.
Go to town on saturday,
Go to church on sunday.
Up in ... up in ... nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
Say it again...
Work the fields on weekdays,
Have a picnic every labor day.
Go to town on a friday,
Be in church on a sunday.
Up in ... up in ... nutbush city, nutbush city limits.
Little old town,
Down in tennessee.
A real quiet community,
A real quiet southern community.
Not much happens in nutbush;
You can hear the corn grow.
Got to watch out for the police,
Drivin through nutbush.
Got to watch out for the police,
If youre drivin through nutbush.
Watch out for the police,
Watch out for the police.
Keep an eye out for the police,
Keep an eye out for the police.
An eye out for the police.
Nutbush city limits,
Nutbush city limits,
Nutbush city limits.
song performed by by Bob Seger
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