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A Cat's Tale...

it comes back again
i have shooed it away yesterday
it walks on top of the roof
silently it sits there
at noon,

it stares at passersby
when i return from work
it is still there
waiting

i do not know where it comes from
and i do not like it
it is white and does not make any sound at all
i shooed it away still
and has no plan feeding it

there is something disturbing
not about this insistent cat
it's this struggle within, the storms that people do not see
perhaps, this cat
and i will still drive it away

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poor Hairless Dog

From the slaughterhouse
A fat butcher shooed away
A poor hairless dog

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Patient Mental

Patient,
Just as I am,
As always,
Watch the time go by,
Nothing left to pass by,
The minutes follow me,
Drunken little people,
Work away in me,
Why wont they leave me, leave me alone
When I dont even want me, want me
I have to, kill the words,
Before they, form my sentence,
The sentence that is me,
Judged by those that carry
The patient sits in cradled arms
That comfort me by strangling
Why wont they leave me, leave me alone
When I dont even want me,
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy
They have to kill the meal,
Before they can consume,
Consume my inner peace,
Without the understanding,
Trapped inside the works,
The hands are moving me
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy
Release me,
Let me go,
Why do they observe me?
Theres nothing here to cure,
I can see the silhouettes,
That sit behind the mirror
Im just like a clock upon the wall
Always moving, but never going anywhere
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy

song performed by by Mudvayne
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He Just Sits Silently

A little man sits
silently on a high shelf
watching the proceeding below.
From his vantage point
in the café he watches
the owners come and go.
He is a porcelain figure
who stares out at all.
He never smiles or frowns
at anything that goes on.
He just sits silently there.

19 March 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Struggle

The struggle.
Just to keep warm.
The back breaking work.
Just to keep a roof over my head.
The minimum wage slave.
Or get locked in a cage.
With choices so grim.
Sometimes one must think outside the box.

A trade illegal by any other means.
But when comes to necessities.
It goes right out the window.
With the knowledge and know how.
We would all do something of which we shouldn't be proud.
What the courts say isn't what you believe.
With money it can be bought, but your conscience can not.
Guilt never goes away, it just sits their an rots.
Becomes a poisonous apple inside you.

Talents so few.
Desires dwindling.
The candle melts away.
Their is a time limit.
Have I reach it yet?
I just don't know.
How could one?
I have no crystal ball.
I have no magic cauldron.
I have no special recipe.
I'm no Einstein.
He believed time viewing was theoretically possible.
I believe of the past most certainly.
But of the future I just don't know.

A dedication to every one in the world.
No matter rich or poor.
We are all human.
We all have needs.
Let not lust or ambition to succeed turn into greed.
Lets lift each other up when we need help.
Lets not abandon someone for something ugly such as indifference.
Be proud of the rarity of our existence.
Realize life is precious.
No number should ever put upon it.
And know that these decision we make determine the outcome of the entire world.
No matter how powerless you feel.
No matter futile it seems.
Know you can make a difference.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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At 55

she sleeps with the
tv on
at 6 o'clock in the morning
in the kitchen the
breakfast is
cold

he walks upstairs
waiting for the sunrise
sparrows are busy
feeding the fledgelings

he sits on a chair
by the veranda overlooking
the sea

there alone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stranded At The Moonbase

A long way up in light-years,
Just a pinpoint in space,
In a century of planetary storms,
Stranded at the moonbase,
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
Looking out at the roof-window,
I've seen many strange things,
From shooting stars to Stars 'n' Stripes
Thought I'd caught a glimpse of golden wings.
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low,
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.
Looking way down below me,
The worlds are all awhirl-whirly.
Won't you come along beside?
This place waits for company.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I leave my limbs behind me.
As I'm being lifted
Out into the, into the
Spiritual boom-boom abyss.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
The air is getting low.
I got the vision of a big white dove.
I've heard the creaking of the pearly gates above.
I'm wond'ring why the big white dove
Is keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting,
Keeping me waiting, keeping me waiting.

song performed by by Kate Bush
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Crash

Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
I wander round the room and I'm getting things ready
I picture you driving, just like Mario Andretti
I got the cush, Kettle One, waiting for your engine
Your Grand Prix attention, it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn
I see you left your blinker on
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (a-oh, a-oh)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Driving fast in your car
I've got you tracked on my radar, oh
It's just such a trip, how you're still my speed racer
You got me so addicted, just like a free-baser
I want you all over me like L.A.M.B.
So get here A.S.A.P., it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn (don't forget to get here)
I see you left your blinker on (you see, I want to get it on)
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (you know you need me so come back)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear, step on the pedal and drive fast
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
(I'm ready for you)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(Me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
(Don't make me wait too long)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(For me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Come on baby, please hurry up, you know I'm waiting for you
[4x]

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Get Back In Line

Facing the world aint easy when there isnt anything going
Standing at the corner waiting watching time go by
Will I go to work today or shall I bide my time
cos when I see that union man walking down the street
Hes the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that Ive got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I dont ever want you to see me
Standing in that line
cause that union mans got such a hold over me
Hes the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that Ive got to get back in the line

song performed by by Kinks
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Such Is Snow

Such is the snow
so white that it burns your hands
your burnt white hands in a shroud
a silver shawl for witches
while wizards dance:
they like all kinds of dancing
if flakes keep silently falling
making them scream loud screams
of joy as wild as nature
They keep dancing so silently
like furtive terrorists
disturbing traffic& all kinds of transport
Such is snow: its anti-social behaviour
will not be punished
children's merriness will not be punished
While white witches burn
And dark wizards scream:
a silver coffin for automobiles
disturbing traffic& all kinds of transport
but using your feet under a sky
suddenly turned our accomplice

poem by Amparo Perez Arrospide
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Flyball

1.
On the way to flyball we passed an incomplete building, the attached poster advertised a forthcoming retirement home, opposite a graveyard.

2.
At flyball the owners debated, over black coffee and bacon sandwiches, how best to improve their dogs’ diets.

3.
Flyball was a success; our dog ran well, so we treated ourselves to lunch while he waited in the car.

4.
During lunch a couple sat next to us. The woman told her partner to order anything, then complained about the price of the bill.

5.
We arrived home exhausted and fell asleep. The dog lingered, waiting for us to wake.

6.
That evening we had friends over. The dog threw up on the carpet, so we shooed him outside with a curse.

poem by Amelia C
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Evening walk

Aimless mind slap bang
Coated out to spring
Dressed up, bear body hiding
Set out the old road along

The bus or the tram
Unless may be the train
To right or the left no plan
Time and space came

The side where I belonged to
The tram was on way from left to
Undecided space came think to
Opened the door just get into

Passengers were on seats
Passersby were in streets
Seemed to be direct targets
Looking at their end points

Planned and minded among
Blank and aimless I am
Getting down one by one
One and only in I am

Reverse way to the direction
Same as the tram to go again
Waiting for till times come
End or the beginning no aim

Passengers were on seats
Passersby were in streets
Driver is on the seat
I am also on my seat

All they know their aim
I don't have a plan
Left or the right same
Just for the pass time

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Ayers Rock / Uluru

old Mr Uluru
a proud man
the day the Rock
was handed back
sits waiting

old Mr Walkabout
a proud man
at the twenty-fifth
anniversary of the
hand back
sits waiting

in the Red Rock tavern
the old men sit
waiting

yous wanna beer
the barman yells

he comes over
whatcha waiting for

the old men stare out
over their Country
waiting

waiting
for recognition
as Traditional Owners

more than just
a few days
in their life time.

poem by Ali Eckermann
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White Light, White Heat

(as heard on the ziggy farwell concert lp.)
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my brain
White light - white light gonna make me feel so insane
White heat - white heat shapin them down to my toes
White light - white lights got it now, goodness knows
White light - white light gonna drive me out of my mind
White light - white lights surely gonna make me blind
White heat - white heat shaping way down to my toes
White light - white light could kill me now, goodness knows
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white light
Oh, oh, white heat
Oh, oh, white heat
White lights a-flashing
White light
Still feels right
Whats that sound, whats that sound
Dont turn on, be dead or alive
No feeling
Here she comes
Oww, yeah
(oh, oh, oh, oh) here she comes
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
(ah, ah, ah, ah)

song performed by by David Bowie
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Silence

Silence: never talks back
making you feel small;
Just stares back at you,
understands all

Silence and a cup of tea
early before there's a dawn
Shreiks and screams
but there's not a sound

Just keeps on falling down
tripping over yesterday's promises
Humming unfinished songs he
can't remember the words to

Remember when you wanted to?
now you never do
And after all the nows and thens
it all comes back down to silence again

Silence and a cup of tea
early before there's a dawn
Stares back, never talks
understands all

poem by Midnights Voice
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Musing over Latte.

Floptin sits outside
the cafe on the mall

and watches the three
plump dames sitting nearby

one slightly plumper
than the others

and as he stares
it reminds him

of his first lady
the one who showed him

the ropes of sexuality
who sucked away

his innocence one night
and he recalls

how liberated
he felt back then

how her plump flesh
flapped against him

and the sound was like
nothing he had heard before

and she said to him
sweet boy

you're a man now
you can tell your friends

you have made the grade
and now sitting at the cafe

on the mall
watching the plump dames

feeding her mouths
their chins moving

their eyes excited
their voices booming

and their laughter
sexual and loud

and looking at
the plumpest dame

how her hair
was pulled back

so and so
he smiles to himself

and wonders how
she'd make him feel

with her flesh flapping
and her eyes aglow.

poem by Terry Collett
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One More Cup of Tea

Oh, one more cup of tea and then I'll do some work
Just one more wander to the kitchen
Then I'll settle down and work

But no... there's no motivation in me at all
No, there's no reason to be here
Just waiting for the weekend now

I used to love to work
To work hard and learn
Impress the bosses, raise my salary
Make a difference, make some money

But no... there's no motivation in me at all
No, there's no reason to bother anymore
This is just time that's bided

I don't want to be here
I don't want to work
I just want to go out and drink myself to death
Where there are people who could conceivably love me
But I go out, and drink myself close to death
And there are no people who could conceivably love me

So just one more cup of tea and then I'll do some work
Just one more wander round the office
And then I swear I'll do some work

But no... there's no drive in me to work
No, there's no reason to want to try
This is just time that isn't mine

Just waiting for the weekend now
This is just time that's bided
This is just time that isn't mine...

poem by B. Alexander
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That was yesterday

That was yesterday
Someone asked me
If I had fallen astray in any particular way
I replied, ’ That was yesterday, not today’

Yesterday
I took the sunshine without making any hay
Yesterday
I allowed all my silver white teeth to decay
Yesterday
I partied and played each and every other day
Yesterday
I made friends and became the traitor who betrayed
Yesterday
I worked hard without getting my rightful pay
Yesterday
I only listened to whatever others had to say
Yesterday
I was always sad and never wore a face jubilantly gay

That was yesterday
Today is today

Yesterday I fell astray
I think it was almost every other day
But that changed in the month of May
As I got down on my knees to pray

Yesterday, Yesterday is gone
I’m free
I’m free
From yesterdays race
I’m back home in my rightful place

Life is work and not just play
Those answers came without delay
Yes but! That was yesterday, not today

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hollow

I sit alone at the edge
of a bench, watching the children
as they laugh
and play.
And they run past me
as I smile back and laugh
with their small voices
and wet hair in their eyes.
And they call me their friend,
as they see me often.
I often sit alone on that bench.
In the dust at the corner
of the sunlit park.
With a sagging tree
just over my head,
dappling my clothes
and shading my eyes
from the sun.
Until I stayed the night.
The sun was shooed
out of the sky
and the moon took
her shift.
The shadows grew longer
and the children left,
calling in the faeries.
They wanted me to dance.
I smiled and stood
in the center
of the pure Beauty.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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My Old Man

Me and my old man
Don't see eye to eye
We take our walks outside
Underneath the birch trees

He said I think it's gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here
Me and my old man
Me and my old man

Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear

So we walked along the mending walls
Laid beneath the tortured talls
And we sang a song of newfound cheer
Laughed at the passing years
Yeah we talked about things to come
Talked about the battles won
He said I think it's gonna freeze this year
I said I gotta get away from here

Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Could have been enough to try
Oh I've been such a fool
Spent my life waiting for you
Through these trees I see
With my father's eyes
I realize the weight

Should have been enough to know
That you'd let us all down
Could have been enough to try
Without making a sound
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear
It's all part of the plan my dear

Between me and my old man
Gotta get away from here
Gotta get away from here

song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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Chances Are

I was lost inside a daydream
Swimming through the saline
I looked at you and you breathed in
Well thats the way its always been
It all comes down to creating time
You dont always have to make it rhyme
Well all drive by in our hybrid lives
Chances are well make it back
I was doing time in the LA jail
My crime was living inside a failure
No matter how it dont matter now
Rest assured the rest is blurred
It all comes down to doing time
We dont always have to make it a crime
Well all drive off in our hybrid lives
Chances are well make it back
Well make it back... Well make it back
Terrence McKenna said
It is better to explore within
We were apes before we spoke of sin
The cosmos sits on the tip of a pin
It all comes down to creating time
You dont always have to make it alright
Well all drive by with our hybrid lives
Chances are... Chances are... Chances are
Well make it back... Well make it back
Well make it back... Well make it back

song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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