At Your Party
i will invite
the flies and there
will be so many
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Said It
you said that when you get rich
you will throw a big party
and invite the flies.
if you invite me,
may i invite the worms?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another Day
Some invite me to their houses
But I cannot go there as I have other plans.
I just say, 'Another day, I shall make it'.
That day never comes.
They invite me again
But I cannot go there still, my plans are being worked out
I just repeat, ' Another day, believe me'.
They smile- They know it.
They look at me
As if to enquire whether I would make it this time.
But I am what I was and how shall I go?
They go away still smiling.
I at last realise and tell it aloud
I won`t go anywhere whoever may invite me.
I have made a big SHELL for all.
And am waiting to withdraw myself into it for ever.
I will take everyone into my SHELL which has a big mouth
I won`t let you tell, 'another day and another day'.
I will drag you all into it for ever, it`s certain.
My SHELL will swallow you all on a day.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Who Greets Her?
she prays hard in church
since it is her birthday today
and she arrives and opens
the red steel gate of the house
and i see her coming with
a black umbrella as it is raining
and i ask her who remembers her
on her birthday today? who greets her
a happy birthday?
i guess merian, i expect genie,
or momma, or gerry
or any name of the good
neighborhood
and she says, candid and true,
'oh, the ants and flies and
cats and pigs! '
i guess. like me,
she is just in love
with metaphors again.
i imagine the pigs most.
And i will
surely invite the flies who
are at war with the ants.
and the cats
are already here, as usual
licking their paws
and taking
their naps again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Invitation
You are invited cordially
To read my poem
Read and reread again
And again and again
With undiminish interest.
I invite you to read my poem
And search out yourself
Where you are missing
And find you out in it
You please read my poem
And see in it how you
Manage yourself to stay
And how you are making
Preparation to go finally.
I invite you to read my poem
And I invite you cordially.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hail
the gloomy sky
all night cry
why, why, why?
because you died.
your life was
like the flies
flies, flies and dies.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Time Flies
Aint much time left in my life
I'm all stressed out time to fly
Im on my way
Im on my way
I cant let go
I cant wake up
Time flies...
Flies...
One more step and im falling off the mountain
One more pill who cares nobodys counting
They told me to sing it to the birds
Sing it to the birds
Noones listening
One more step and im falling off the mountain
The mountain sang to me
Love...
The mountain sang to me
Love...
Sitting up on this little bitty hill
Will i make something out of myself?
Sitting up on this little bitty hill
Will i make something out of myself?
I can't let go
I can't wake up
Time flies...
Time flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah (dont you know)
Time flies...
Aint much time left in my life
I'm all stressed out time to fly
Im on my way
Im on my way
I cant let go
I cant wake up
Time flies...
(dont you know time flies)
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Yeah
Flies...
Yeah
Time flies...
Flies...
Flies...
Flies...
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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The Nature's mystery
Colour of petals is to invite bees;
Colour of berries is to invite birds.
What for is colour of carrot? Who knows?
The Nature's mystery is beyond the grasp.
27.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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March Flies
Now comes the time when we douse flies
With various kinds of sprays
The sand flies, and the house flies,
And the flies with furtive ways.
But I keep my hate for the large flies
That come for the tree-lined creek
Those arch flies, the March flies
With a crosscut saw for a beak.
Now, most flies rouse in the autumn
From the summer's drowsy daze,
And they bite as nature taught 'em,
In various styles and ways.
They nip, or they stab or they burrow;
But the fly that knocks me out
Is the March fly, with the dull, dead eye
And a crosscut saw for a snout.
Now the house flies come to the table
Or busily play on the pane;
And our rage and heat they calmly treat
With the uttermost disdain.
And the buzz-flies buzz and blunder,
And the sandflies dig right in;
But my whole soul shrinks when the March fly sinks
His crosscut under my skin.
He's a sneak and an arrant coward,
And the lowest of low-down cows,
By nature ghoulishly dowered
With a weapon no law allows.
And it isn't the pain he gives me
Nor the blood he may chance to draw,
It's the loathsome way that he makes foul play
With his really terrible,
Most unbearable,
Horrible crosscut saw.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Funny How Time Flies
Il me plait d'etre l avec tu.
Je ne sais pas ou ou le temps s'est enfui.
Oh je t'aime mon chri.
Funny how time flies when you're having fun
Ooh baby
Funny how time flies when you're having fun (fun)
Oh baby
I don't know where it all went
Time passed us by
Just when it seemed the fun began
Ooh
Funny how time flies when you're having fun, please stay
Funny how time flies (please stay) when you're having fun, mmm
But time never ends
Let's find the time
To get together once again, someday soon
Funny how time flies when you're having fun, mmm, yeah, hoo
Funny how time flies when you're having fun (fun)
Don't you ever leave
(Funny how time flies when you're having fun)
Don't you ever go
Say you love me so
(Funny how time flies when you're having fun)
Mmm
Funny how time flies when you're having fun
When you're having fun, yeah, hmhmm
Funny how time flies when you're having fun (fun)
Je ne sais pas ou le temps s'est enfui.
Il me plait d'etre l avec tu.
I really don't know where all the time went
I really have to go
Stop, stop
Oh I really have to go
Oh, I really have to go
One more time?
Oh je t'aime mon cheri.
Ohoh, oh
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Like the Flies in Winter
like flies at the end of summer/we all slow down as age advances, as age, time and clocks advance/ the coming ocean of time/like London Bridges, we all fall down
Like flies in winter, near a cold white windowpane, who are slowing like molasses. Cold lonliness on one side/white paint chips on the other
Like flies in winter/flies in autumn, who are swimming throught the air in slow motion.
Not so much the flies of summer
godblessamen
like fireflies flickering in the end/we are here and we are gone,
we eventually burn out.
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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Inspiration
Inspiration can't be seen.
I mean…you can only feel it.
Your wit won't help a bit
So that to convey the feelings,
To create a real art
That comes straight from the heart,
Like a holy writ recommit
God's gift and revelation.
How do I feel my inspiration?
It's not a certain motivation,
But only my emotions
And certain commotions.
Just the same in other words:
Inspiration is like birds or …
It is something very crazy,
Something very lazy,
Something weepy,
Something very sleepy,
Something very heavy
Or impossibly high.
This something
Becomes suddenly light,
Light as a cloud, and flies,
Flies, flies, flies, flies…
Up to the moment it dies.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 8th of September,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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By analogy, if we were to develop a soccer team, then we would not invite basketball and volleyball players to the try outs. We would invite soccer players to apply.
quote by Jean-Marie Le Pen
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Lets Invite Them Over
I know why youre lonely
And I know why youre blue
Youre lonesome to see him
And you long to see her too
Were not in love with each other
Were in love with our best friends
So lets invite them over again
Weve talked it over and over
And we know its not right
We should stay away forever
But were lonesome each night
Yes we stay away for a while
But we know in the end
Well invite them over again
Weve talked it over and over
And we know its not right
We should stay away forever
But were lonesome each night
Yes we stay away for a while
But we know in the end
Well invite them over again
Lets invite them over again
song performed by by John Prine
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He Is God Almighty
He does not ask
for blind faith:
look at the evidence.
The universe is
and you did not create it.
You die if your air supply
is cut off
and you did make it.
You die if the earth stops
yielding fruits
and you cannot replace it.
Ask Abraham and Melchizedek
about Him.
Joseph and Mary submitted to Him.
Jesus adores Him.
Invite Him in today.
He will not refuse you.
His arms are outstretched still.
Invite Him in your heart.
He will come in and dwell with you.
He is God Almighty.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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The Elevated Places (Chapter 7, Verses 191-193, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Do they associate with Him that
Which cannot create anything
While they themselves are all created being
And they are unable to provide them help
Nor can they help themselves
And if you invite them to guidance
They won't listen
So it doesn't make any difference
Whether you invite them to guidance
Or keep up silence.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Diminishing Returns
This pretty girl has style and flair,
Will she invite me to her lair?
I swear there's something in the air.
Should I invite her for a drink,
Suggest a date at the skating rink
(For writing an ode is a waste of ink) ?
These things don't come upon a plate,
Or if they do, they come too late
Like something nasty that we ate.
So, dear friend, please do not scold -
Our warmest days give way to cold
And youth itself like love grows old.
poem by Pete Crowther
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The United Fruit Co.
When the trumpet sounded, it was
all prepared on the earth,
the Jehovah parcelled out the earth
to Coca Cola, Inc., Anaconda,
Ford Motors, and other entities:
The Fruit Company, Inc.
reserved for itself the most succulent,
the central coast of my own land,
the delicate waist of America.
It rechristened its territories
as the ’Banana Republics’
and over the sleeping dead,
over the restless heroes
who brought about the greatness, the liberty and the flags,
it established the comic opera:
abolished the independencies,
presented crowns of Caesar,
unsheathed envy, attracted
the dictatorship of the flies,
Trujillo flies, Tacho flies,
Carias flies, Martines flies,
Ubico flies, damp flies
of modest blood and marmalade,
drunken flies who zoom
over the ordinary graves,
circus flies, wise flies
well trained in tyranny.
Among the blood-thirsty flies
the Fruit Company lands its ships,
taking off the coffee and the fruit;
the treasure of our submerged
territories flow as though
on plates into the ships.
Meanwhile Indians are falling
into the sugared chasms
of the harbours, wrapped
for burials in the mist of the dawn:
a body rolls, a thing
that has no name, a fallen cipher,
a cluster of the dead fruit
thrown down on the dump.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Fear
Life is often dreadful
Full of fright and panic
A strange stride in the dark
The world became so toxic.
I told her all this
But she said:
The sear of fear
Is real
Deep like the sea
Look into its eyes
And invite him
To a cup of tea.
Yet the arrow of time
Is laden with sickness
Death awaits each mortal being
Both commoner and princess.
I told her all this
But she said:
The sear of fear
Is real
Deep like the sea
Look into its eyes
And invite him
To a cup of tea.
There is no scare in love
Yet I fear your kisses
This might be our last tango
A sweet touch of bitterness.
I told her all this
But she said:
The sear of fear
Is real
Deep like the sea
Look into its eyes
And invite him
To a cup of tea.
poem by Paul Hartal
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True love never dies
Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle
For true love never dies
Except those empty white lies
Love never says goodbye
It just flies
Low and high
Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle
Perhaps you can unfold
The puzzle of true love not told
The love I know may sometimes fizzle
Then sparkle with the eye of a twinkle
After wear out like an ageless wrinkle
So I hear your cry and with you I sigh
True love itself never dies
True love never says goodbye
True love never tells a lie
True love never asks the reason why
It just flies and flies and flies and flies
Or it flies past you by
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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I Was Told
for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song
She didn't invite me,
my soul was there, though.
I was told she sang her song,
brave, beautiful,
young, and yet, strong.
I was told, that
the audience,
she faced, fearless.
A tight and short skirt,
over endless legs,
over ivory shoulders,
flew her fair hair.
Next concert, wether,
invited or not,
I shall see her by myself
I won't need to be told,
how my awsome daughter,
flies within a song.
La Finita
poem by Laa Finita
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