Clique
clique
like a camera's snappy sound
you get a face on paper
you remember
pain.
clique
you hear the sound of clapping hands
exhorting the fame within your circle.
each to his name, his bias, and prejudice.
the bold line is drawn.
outside, they move around their circles too.
they're not sad.
those excluded, too, know how to find
themselves
they have their own feet and hands
their sticks
and carrots too,
to munch
in accordance with their own kind
the way how their teeth
are designed
their mouths spouting invectives
against those
not towing the line
'we have our guidelines' the ugliest of them all say that.
i, too, draw a circle of my existence.
in keeping myself in
i keep them out too.
there i take my own bed and pillow
and blanket.
to have a nice sleep alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Takes Two To Tango (This Is For The Girls)
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique
I'm really slick, I know every trick
And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.
Get your greasy hands off the guitar,
Get your slimy seat off the drums,
Go and take a chair in the corner,
And wait until your time comes.
Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown,
Maybe you're the best on the block,
But by the time you make it in New York,
Your axe will be in hock.
Gettin' in the door will cost a fin
Minimum is another three
It takes a year of heavy spending
Before they let you in free.
You may dress like everybody
But there the similarity ends
You need more than a uniform to be
In our little circle of friends.
Maybe I could give you advice
But what can I say to you?
Some people get it together
And some people never do.
Just try and get your foot in the door
And maybe, with luck, you may
Also be in a position to look
Down your nose on somebody someday.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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It's a clique and I think a clique exists in every business. There's a circle of people that are guaranteed to open a movie and we all know their names and whether they're right or wrong for the role.
quote by Elizabeth Pena
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Im In The Clique
Im in the clique, Im in the clique
Im really slick, I know every trick
And I can get a chick, cause Im in the clique.
Get your greasy hands off the guitar,
Get your slimy seat off the drums,
Go and take a chair in the corner,
And wait until your time comes.
Maybe youre a wheel in your hometown,
Maybe youre the best on the block,
But by the time you make it in new york,
Your axe will be in hock.
Gettin in the door will cost a fin
Minimum is another three
It takes a year of heavy spending
Before they let you in free.
You may dress like everybody
But there the similarity ends
You need more than a uniform to be
In our little circle of friends.
Maybe I could give you advice
But what can I say to you?
Some people get it together
And some people never do.
Just try and get your foot in the door
And maybe, with luck, you may
Also be in a position to look
Down your nose on somebody someday.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Down With The Clique (LP Version)
First Verse:
Well now I guess it's time for me to wreck shop,
So show your peace while the beat drops,
And if you're in the house just throw your hands up,
And let me see my brothas and sistas spread luv
And if you're not down there's sumthin wrong see,
'Cause see my project homies, they got my back G,
Droppin' a old school with a new school..
PA's in the house and it's a good thang..
(chorus)
Well if you down with the clique,
let me hear you say (I'm down wit it)
(repeat 4X)
Second Verse:
Now it's a phone checker, I musn't do this
And if you didn't know I thought you knew this,
It took a little time but now it's on see
You been waiting for so long to beep me...hmmm...
So check check check it out, all the dogs in the house (woof woof woof),
So pump your fist in the air and say,
R. Kelly's on the track and it's a good thang
(chorus)
Well if you down with the clique,
let me hear you say (I'm down wit it)
(repeat 4X)
(break it down)
tonite is the night that I...
I take you boy and I put you in my good thang all night...
R.Kelly Rap:
First we have the Black ground posse in her clique
Then we have the funky second chapter in her clique
PA's in the house and yes you know they're in her clique
And all the project homies are down with the clique
Well now we have the double x-tra large in her clique
Plus we have the DA to the Smahd in her clique
Then we have the down town possee in her clique
Peace to the hood cause ya down with her clique
(chorus repeat til' fade out
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Circles
Round and around in circles
that seem to go nowhere,
gives me the feeling I must move along
for there is no time to spare.
If I were moving in a straight line
wherever it was I could define.
But with a circle there's no end in sight.
And so I find it asinine
to reach for a certain point of light.
For my life is a circle and so is yours
and all that we do we've done before.
For a circle continues and never stops
and the end is how we've begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Circle And A Zero
A circle and a zero
Mistaken for each other
Taunt my mind for once
And I try to flee from them.
A circle has a unique face
And a zero has many.
The wise have ever proclaimed
As they have had to say something.
In a white paper, I draw a circle
But it looks like a zero.
When I attempt the latter,
The former fades away!
I run in a circle of odds
As many a zero chases me from behind.
I sleep under a circling wheel
And the nightmare of zeroes begins to haunt me.
Who are you both gentle images?
Why are you like twins identical?
May I ask you both just once?
What do you want to do with each other?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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That Nameless Island
when he makes a world
of his own
and this takes too little
time and effort
when he draws a small circle
around his world
and then you find out
that you are excluded no matter
how small that circle is
he knows what you feel
you are excluded, at worst,
you feel ostracized
and then you begin to feel
that pain of
exclusion
and then you begin to understand
what it is
to be excluded, a mutant,
an outsider,
the unwanted, the possible
intruder
to be in that circle again
you must make a promise and you must
make it right now
you see
that island that has no name in the
most stormy part of the ocean
when you are
thrown into the vast uncharted sea
is what you need
it is what you badly need
because you are now
in trouble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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U-turn
Yeah, ay yo
2000 its us
Yo, its time to u-turn
Ya heard me?
Youre either with us - or against us, yo
Its been some years now
Since we hit the floor to get down
We always had a step to go with the sound
Now everybody wanna sit around, drink and ball
Remember, the snake
And how the floor used to clear
And everybody would break
Whats crunk now used to be called getting to it
Were bringing it all back
This is how we do it, just
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
In the 80s, fresh was the talk
Mj had everybody doing the moonwalk
In the 90s, I had a high flat top
Doing the wop, pee wee to the reebok
I cant forget about my high school days
The sound was bobby brown
The dance was the running man
Now everybody wanna push bentleys
The year is 2 - everybody do the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
All you need to do is let go
Let the tempo take over you
I came to have a good time
Let the rhythm deep iside your soul
Let it lead you to the floor, whoa
Put your hands up, bend your knees
Bounce around in a circle, get down with me
Oh come on, come on
Its not hard to learn
Come on, come on
Its called the u-turn
song performed by by Usher
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And the Child Draws a World
the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe
And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper
(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)
he makes a stretch of a crooked
line
Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle
His world
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion
A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world
A little blank space For the universe
And where is God there?
The teacher asks him
You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.
But He is there, the Child thinks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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True
True
So true
Funny how it seems
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels,when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world
But now Ive come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line
When I want the truth to be said
I know this much is true
With a thrill in my head an a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to marvin all night long
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
Always slipping from my hands
Sands a time of ts own
Take your seaside arms and write the next line
Oh I want the truth to be known
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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What If Time Travelled In A Straight Line?
the hands of time travel in a very small circle
of our watch.
the sound is minimalistic, only the wrist is disturbed.
or the wall. or the bed.
everyday round the clock. Faithful.
i like it to travel on a very straight line. Have an edge.
I will push it. It will fall. I want it dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I've been thinking about that old Zen conundrum what's the sound of one hand clapping My personal opinion--nothing. You don't have two hands, you don't have any clapping. It's as simple as that. Stars, galaxies, clapping hands, what's the point The point is that we all need somebody, whether you're a supercluster or a little proton, a yin or a yang. Everybody is hooked into everybody else.
quote by Geoffrey Neighor
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The Me
here is my comma
marked in ink -
and from there
two centimetres away
my full stop
marked in ink too
between them
draw a straight line
here, that is the place, space
one would value me
where your mind
would be caught
about the real me
it is normal
the world works that way
just look around,
away from the line
or draw a circle around it
and you would find
the real me - all over
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Even if desired
Oh lord, help only those hands
Those are going to deliver good at the end
Don’t stop the destructive hands either
As they may also be seen as little spot in feather
No sound can be made without clapping
No message can be conveyed without gentle tapping
It is universal truth and must be realized soon
Hands may be placed on head to escape blazing sun
Lord, you only directed us to do something
We were little ignorant not to know anything
It never occurred to our fragile mind
Those hands are needed to deliver the kind
Number of times they have been raised to seek blessings
It may be wanted for material gain with some misgivings
Yet they were inspired to seek from heavenly crown
We have always prayed and asked for pardon
We have done it with unknown fear
So much pain and agony was forced to bear
We did it for the want of compelling situation
We apolized and sought for its discontinuation
The hands can do no wrong even if desired to
They are meant to create path to pass through
Hands must feel little hitch in doing wrong
They shall be condemned later from the circle or among
You are reflected in all of our actions
They may be taken note of as true reaction
It may be spoken badly or praised for work
It is seen as disguise with your final masterly stroke
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Draw A Circle
Draw a circle around you,
keep all your friends well inside.
Make them know that you care
and want them always at your side.
Give them unconditional love
the kind everyone needs.
Put your arms around them daily;
show them that you really care.
Draw a circle around you,
keep your friends well inside.
No one knows what tomorrow might bring,
sadness, tears and pain,
but with your friends around you
the next day, you might smile again.
So keep your friends close to you
through the lazy days of summer
and all the winters’ storms.
Draw a circle around you,
keep all your friends well inside.
6 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Looking and going back...
there were layers of years.
you were on one of those layers. You are blue,
a line of blueness, in between those other colors,
You are always the silent kind of blue.
They skip you and find you one of those insignificant lines.
The years pad each other like the barks of a tree.
You are one of the bold strokes now. Time does it.
They you go back to that old layer. You were blue.
You make some squeezes, and etchings on those other lines.
They squeak like rats.
You tell them that once you were there and you were the blue line.
They fully remember. But there is no difference really.
Your thinking is misplaced. You think you are different now.
No, they didn't. You finally regret going back.
You retreat once again inside the room sit on the chair.
You are a blue line. You corrugate a little bit like a magnetic ecg line.
But it will not last. You are a straight line now.
You watch TV till midnight. There is nothing significant.
You are still a blue and straight line. That you have to accept as a fact.
You turn off the TV. A nice sleep is always a better alternative.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sun On The Moon
In line, in line, its all in line
My ducks are all in a row
They do not change, they do not move
They have nowhere to go
Ive been talking to a friend of mine
He says making moneys just a waste of time
Hes a lazy gent, he dont pay no rent
Hes all bent out of shape from living in a tent
Its hard to hear what he has to say
cause everyone around me is just the same way:
More, more, daddy gimme some, gimme some
More, more, daddy gimme some more
Some kind of funny looking money machine it is
Saddest looking people that Ive ever seen
Living in a hole, body and soul
Strung out on the company dole
One for a nickel and two for a dime
Time may be money but your money wont buy time
In line, in line, its all in a line
My ducks are all in a row
They do not shift, they do not move
They have nowhere to go
Me and my flea we were down by the water
Fell in a hole with supermans daughter
Living alone, chewing on a bone
Pretty as homemade sin
She had to be high by the look in her eye
Her hands were wet and her mouth was dry
The sun on the moon, the sun on the moon
The sun on the moon made a mighty nice light
Bow wow wow, honk your horn
In line, in line, its all in line
My ducks are all in a row
They do not change, they do not move
They have nowhere to go
Sometimes Im hungry, I dont know what to do
You can take a taco to katama too
song performed by by James Taylor
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Windmills Of Your Mind
Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
song performed by by Sting
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The Windmills Of Your Mind
Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel thats turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Sense is a line, the mind is a circle. Sense is like a line which is the flux of a point running out from itself, but intellect like a circle that keeps within itself.
quote by Ralph Cudworth
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