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Little Happiness In Ho Chi Minh

met a street urchin
in ben thanh market

his eyes focused
on a toy that he

cannot pay i asked
how much and i paid

for him and he showed
me a smile and said

cam on.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Asked God

“When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face

When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve

When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People

When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard

When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others

God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed.”

poem by Shivani Nalkar
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Food Waste To Market

still in old Italy
20 million tones
spoils to market

more money paid
waste paid collected
paid in dump charges

can we not do better?
can we stop criminal waste?
can we end global hunger?

food waste to market
not just an Italian problem
crime waste a global problem?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Change

The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.

I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?

with no response to my question there was a pause...

but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...

for a change.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Food Left To Rot

market price
market fixed
market profit

not worth picking
costs more picking
than sold price paid

never fruit picked
never taste eaten
never starving fed

global waste sickening

poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Keep Focused

Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.

I keep focused!

And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.

Why?

I keep focused!

And I try...
To stay focused.

And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.

Why?

I keep focused!

And I try...
To stay focused.

But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.

And I try...
To stay focused.

Yes I try...
To stay focused.

Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.

I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.

With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corporate

They asked me

And I showed them the facts.

They asked me again

And I said what I thought.

They asked me again

And I didn't agree.

Now they don't ask me.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Price Of The Cock

THE PRICE OF THE COCK

A WOMAN STOLE A COCK AND TOOK IT TO THE MARKET TO SELL IT, WHILST AT THE MARKET, SMARTER THIEVES STOLE THE COCK FROM HER AND SHE WENT BACK HOME SOBER!
ON HER ARRIVAL AT HER HOUSE, AN INQUISITIVE NEIGHBOUR ASKED, DEAR NEIGHBOUR, YOUR COCK WHICH YOU TOOK TO THE MARKET, HOW MUCH DID YOU SELL IT? SHE ASKED AND THE SOBER WOMAN REPLIED, IT WAS SOLD FOR EXACTLY THE SAME PRICE FOR WHICH IT WAS BOUGHT!

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Pass a smile

I smile when I am shy
I smile when I want to cry

I smile when I am sad
I smile, when I just go mad

I smile when I am envious
I smile when I am very jealous

I smile when I am happy
I smile when I feel shaky

I smile when I am emotional
I also smile when I act abnormal

I smile when I am overloaded
I smile when I miss my beloved

I smile when I think something
I smile when I think just nothing

Do you know why I am smiling? When I smile at you?
Dear friend, I think it’s a very tough question I asked you! !

Never mind whatever be the reason behind my smile,
Dear, just pass me a smile, at least I feel good for a while

poem by Sumita Datta
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Before I met you

Before I met you I had laughter
A sane one, the laughter that you hear
In the usual cafes, in the market,

Then I asked for your name, we gazed
You showed you like my gaze, you liked
The way I talk, and I could sense it the
Way you gaze, the way you talked to me,

Like we have become two mirrors looking
At each other, like we have become two
Hands complimenting each other’s hold,

Like we have become two lips nearing
For the kiss to seal our emptiness, but
Then I close my eyes and see that it
is not you, and it is not me, in that
Moment, we see two strangers scared,

Two strangers scared in the darkness
Where we hid our two equal emotions,
We both remember the freshness of

Two mirror wounds and we compromise,

We are not; we are not really ready for this.

I get back to my laughter, the one before I met you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Dont Believe In Us

I never asked you for money
I only needed some time
You took more than you gave and you sat on the line
I never asked you for nothing
I only looked for a chance
I only needed some help I never asked for this dance
Now youre holding the aces
The world is under your feet
Therell come a day when you smile and you wont look so sweet
You never gave me no favors
I never owed you a thing
Youll never know why you dream what tomorrow will bring
You dont believe in us...you dont believe in us
You only wanted our mind
You dont believe in us...you dont believe in us
Youre only payin our time
You never gave me no answers
You never showed me no clues
The day will come when Ill watch you take a walk in my shoes
You never saw when I caught it
You never opened your eyes
Youll never see where you stand when your heads in the skies
(chorus)
(mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
1984 fool circle music

song performed by by Nazareth
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Oh Mr. Bernanke!

Oh Mr. Bernanke
Are we going to have that Rate-cut today?
Aha, you are the candy-man
Could wave your wand
Make the dying Market stand.

Ah, but it ain’t working anymore
The Market is a falling man
Oh Mr. Bernanke
You wave your wand
But it’s fallen over the stands!

Oh Mr. Bernanke
Swayed the Market just your own way!
But banks aren’t making money
The cuts to them are one too many
Candy-man, the Market won’t stand!

Got my only heifer and sacrificed
At the altar of Dow and Nasdaq, paid a high price
The Dow, oh it fell through the Year’s low
Now here I come, Candy-man
Look through your store
We need something more!

poem by Dennisa Davidson
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Whose Truth Is Reality?

Whose truth is reality?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?
With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.

It is odd how those say they do know God exist.
With bragging rights about their religious affiliations.
But ask one of them,
When was it they stepped out of their way...
Based solely on their faith?

Do you get a look in return that offends?
Or...
Do you get a sermon to hear,
With scriptures quoted...
To make their beliefs understood.
And for some reason...
Their carrying a Bible should make that clear?

And that question you had asked,
Goes unanswered.
As an excuse is made,
To leave from your presence...
As fast as they came.
And under their breath you are called a name.

People are not up to that task.
Disguising 'your' reality...
They prefer to hide,
Behind 'their' masks!

Whose truth is reality?
Really?
And why are the many eyes focused upon it,
Seeing reality quite differently?

With many refusing,
To believe in any of it at all.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Also, the more you're not focused on showbiz and instead focused on life, learning about other people, and keeping your eyes open and trying to be aware of the world.

quote by Jason Schwartzman
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The Eyes

Across the street the eyes
Are swathed in dark's disguise
Across the street the eyes
Froze all my insides
Across the street the eyes
Panicked and surprised
Across the street the eyes
Slashed through the frigid cries

poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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If all hearts were open and all desires known — as they would be if people showed their souls — how many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!

quote by Thomas Hardy
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A Pause

A lonely traveler stood frozen
up on the highest peak, the apex
of a floating, sullen iceberg
in an isolated sea of nowhen

A mind focused on a single task
a heart filled with love as, for him
universe existed and revolved
around that one single person

Had he taken his heart out
and showed her it's still beating,
still bleeding for her, but nay
he didn't, and she'd have known

Instead, had his eyes closed
with a lost smile on his lips
mere memories of eventides and
auroras playing on his inner eye

The iceberg sank slowly, with
him on its top, crawling under
as the questions burned him
and lead to the final meltdown.

poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Gratitude

Thanks to those who love me,
you made me feel irrplaceable.
Thanks to those who made me smile,
you showed me the true of taste of happinesss.
Thanks to those who envied me,
you made my heart grow fonder.
Thanks to those who cared,
you made me important.
Thanks to those who fought me,
you showed me the true worth of a friend.
Thanks to those who entered my life,
you made me who i am today.
Thanks to those who left,
you showed me that nothing last forever.
Thanks to those who stayed,
you showed me the meaning of love and friendship.
Thanks to those who broke my heart,
you showed me that nobody is worth my trust.
Thanks to those who gossip about me,
you showed me how popular i am.
Thanks to those who try to bring me down,
you showed me how strong i am.
Thanks to those who believed in me,
you showed me how special i am.
Thanks to those who hate me,
you showed me the meaning of the word ' ENEMY '.
Thanks to those who smiled because of me,
you made me feel invulnerable.
Thanks to those who prayed for me,
you made me indomitable.
Thanks to those who taught me,
you made me a success.
Thanks to those who celebrate me,
you made me a superstar.
Thanks to those who underated me,
you showed me how extraordinary i am.
Thanks to those who motivated me,
you brought out the best in me.
Thanks to my parent who gave birth to me,
they made me a human.
Thanks to God who created me,
you made me a super human.

poem by Stanley Oguh
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Dream Street Rose

Youve bin in all my dreams since youve been gone
Each mornin that I wake up with the dawn
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose stay with me a while
You gave more than anyone could ask
You washed away all shadows from my past
Dream street rose heaven only knows
Dream street rose thats the way she goes
Dream street rose let us not pretend
Heaven knows will you love me
Right til the end
Somewhere in between there stands a dream
The sweetest dream that we have ever seen
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose please stay with me a while
Dream street rose I miss you when youre gone
Heaven knows Im gonna love ya
From now on
Dream street rose I like the way you smile
Dream street rose stay with me a while
Dream street rose heaven only knows
Dream street rose thats the way she goes

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Love-ache

when I asked my heart, how it is ready, to fall in love again?
And why it is not, asking for my consent? It asked: can anything but love cure the pain. And can a flower, even if possessed by many ever lose it's scent?

When I asked my eyes, how they can admire beauty just yet!
And if it has been, long enough for them to forget! ! They said their last tears have just cleared their sight and that they were now ready to fight. beauty is everywhere they said with hope, admiring it will only help us cope.

When I asked my mind, how it could be thinking of another, this soon! ! It looked at me sad but with a smile of wisdom and said when the sun leaves the stars cheer up the moon! ! My ignorant youth rushes to say: starlights will never threaten the moon in any way. and once again it looked at me sad but with a smile of wisdom and said some stars are shinier than others, and sometimes we have to believe in miracles.

poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Pretty Girls

Here she comes just a-walk just just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I took a walk round the market down town
Taking it easy just to see what I could find
I found the girls there, long legs and blond hair
All getting set to make a mess out of my mind
Hey! eyes left!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
I got my heart burnt, you know where I hurt
They say the miniskirt is coming back in style
I say its not fair but what do they care
When youve got power then you use it for a while
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
God, if youre up there, listen to my prayer
In future man should have a different design
Give him a switch so he can turn off his libido now
Give him a tranquilizer built into his mind
Hey! eyes right!
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Dont talk to me about womens liberation
They already got their right just where it hurts
Now here she comes just a-walk just a-walkin down the street
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
Singin down do be do do wop a do do wop
See the pretty pretty pretty girls in the street
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
See them walkin with their pretty shoes on their feet
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop
Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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