Natural Tendencies
on the first day
it is a welcome
that night there
will be lot of reminisces
lots of stories
of childhood
merry past rekindled
dinner is served
drinks are aplenty
the salads too titillating
to the tongue
the desserts
an overindulgence
of relative bonding
after years
on the third day
back to reality
people go to work
and you have to leave
the honeymoon is over
and now the
natural tendencies are
here
the door shall be locked
and your bags are
ready
goodbye is sad
but it is natural tendency
in fact
a necessity
dictated by the worst
of our times
the free meal is over
now you've got to work
in order to eat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can You Hear It
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
I like that beat as it comes along.
It’s the same beat and the same tune,
we all know it’ll be here soon.
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
fast or slow it’s a catchy song.
I kind of look forward to its day
and it's a shame when it goes away.
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
It's getting closer and it won’t be long.
At last it's coming down our street
with its catchy drumming beat.
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
it's so simple I can’t go wrong.
It's getting louder as it comes near,
the people watching give it a cheer.
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
the beat’s blasting out loud and strong.
The man inside this sweeping machine
sings as he works to keep the streets clean.
Drum, drum, tipi tap, tong,
the sounds are fading as it goes along.
But it's nice to know as he sweeps the curb,
his drum, drum, tipi tap, tong, has the final word.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Unframed childhood
In retrospect, everything is a mist
Memories are but faint and faded
Childhood lost amidst
Blurred reminisces long dead
A fogged vision unveils
Shapeless shapes in the distance
Dimensions and definitions still
to indiscernible importance
A face frozen, a child’s days framed
For a fraction of eternity
Reflecting moments of a mind untamed
To be my past’s testimony
I wish I had a photograph of my childhood
I could then say “this is me at ten”
I could then word
“I was a brat then”
poem by Rajesh Gurung
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Let's Have a Party.
Let's have a party, invite the family around,
Tell them it's teat time, and come south bound;
We'll have it as a barbecue, so b.y.o some meat,
But we will supply salad, drinks, and also sweet.
Let's have a party, but dress up in a costume,
Don't say who you are, we have to assume;
And the food will be served as a supper too,
With Chicken, no wine, and some dessert will do.
Let's have a party for children, on Friday,
Seeing its a birthday, the kids will go hooray;
Let's put up streamers, have finger food too,
After all the games and food sing happy birthday to you.
Let's have a pre wedding party, for bride and groom,
Go out to dinner, let's try the sunset room;
We'll book a smorgasbord dinner, make it for forty,
Then come back to our place after, for tea or coffee.
Let's have a Christmas party, all family and a friend,
We'll sing lots of carols, and have a story at the end;
Each bring 1 present, for under the christmas tree,
And thank God for Christmas from you and me.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Christmas Poem 1
Merry christmas Merry chrismas,
My heart is singing, My heart is swinging,
Was looking for the day, The most beautiful day,
For the whole year, For entire Year.
Did lots of decorations, On a big christmas tree,
Around all our surroundings, With colourful lights
And with so many gifts and So many toys
Did lots of preparations, Tasty cakes
So many sweets and Many candies,
Wishing to meet and greet Happy Christmas,
Looking forward for Santa to come my home
To give us lots of Happiness and Lots of gifts,
My heart is singing, My heart swinging,
Merry christmas, Merry christmas.
poem by Naga Bhanu Vemuri
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Rekindled
How can love be rekindled
from an ocean of tears?
How can love be rekindled
after separation of many years?
How can love do these things
the answer is I do not know;
only that it does
time and time again.
The torch within the heart that smoulders
is rekindled to a flame again
as old loves burn bright
as new loves in the night.
poem by David Harris
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Ha Ha Ha Happy Family
See see Papa Trench Bottom
dig in the mines happily, laugh ha ha happily
and drink at night and hear him
snore before the day
happy happy Papa Trench Bottom
he he he he he ha ha happy happy
at home and at work
See see Mama Big Bottom
she she she he he ha ha happy
Dance happily Cook with joy
toss with levity
and puts dishes aplenty on the table
for all in the family to eat and be merry
See see Teenage Tough Dude
he he he happily walks in the streets
Cool at school
Very Pop with the babes
and eating lots at home, with gravity
very serious in look, sparse in his words
but loves his mom, dad and sis
deep deep within, ha ha happily happily
Happy Happy Teenage Cool Dude
And see Sister Barbie Doll Pretty
Curls and dimples and cute smiles all
Happy hours in the ha ha bathroom
many more hours texting and chatting
and lots and lots of FaceTime
Happy happy walking sexy
all the way to work
and chirping all day like a Paradise Bird
at work at the Rainbow Fast Food Outlet
happy happy talking talking all workday
Ah See Happy happy he he he
she she she happy happy Family
Trench Bottom family he he he
and she she she all day and night
Happy happy Trench Bottoms
Happy happy he he ha ha Happy Family always
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Engr. Rey And Life's Absurdities
here comes
engineer rey
who is as healthy
as a monkey
boasting of his
immunity
drinks vegetable
juices everyday
does not eat red
meat
and play tennis
every other day of
the week
carbo is a no no
soya is a yeah yeah
preferred diet
is lots of green leafy
salads
garnished with
olive oil
and grains
make his days
one day he bangs his
car upon a post
loses consciousness
when he wakes up
at the hospital
he does not know what
is one plus one
and can no longer
recognize his wife
and two kids
today he is in coma
diagnosed with
terminal
brain cancer
stage iv
yes, it is absurd
but it is true
and Oh God!
he is only 44.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hen Party
The hen night is a girls night out
Time for girls to bind and shout
They say all they have to say
Prior to the wedding day.
This night is special with your friends
A time to share stories and make amends
The bride to be has a list to do
From snogging a fella to stealing a shoe.
It's required that you have lots of fun
As certain things should always be done
Some of the things are a tradition
Handed down from the female institution.
This girls night out is quite unique
Not designed for hearts too weak
So please raise your glasses
To this wild bunch of lasses.
The wonderful world of the hen night
Partying 'till the morning light
The hen night full of fun goes well
Oh the stories walls could tell.
The best of the best along for the ride
All your girlfriends at your side
A night of memories to last forever
When all the girls gathered together.
There's just one thing left to say
That's why we girls are here today
It's time to say goodbye to the past
For you are getting married at last.
© Hazel 2012
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Blood shared
Blood shared / mmm, served on romantic dinner / bo'friend, gil'friend starving as if donated. / thick as they were /in their hands fock n knife were, /in dark like ghost they were /the way they wear /you can't recognise what they were. /frozen like red-frozen yougurt /served as disert /expensiv they were. /crime so high currently /like Zim currency. /thee gil'friend knowing not where the blood from. / at other room / gil'friend sister lying there soulessly / as her blood served on romantic dinner dish. /bo'friend neva introduced to soulsister. /yet the blood they shared
poem by Stephen Raseona
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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We sat down and told stories that happened to us in our childhood, to our children. They were all basically based on the truth. These stories were funny and poignant to us. They just took off. These are all stories from my life.
quote by Howie Mandel
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Meet Me After Dinner
Meet me after dinner.
After all has been dished and served!
Meet me after dinner here...
If you have the nerve!
My ex-wife is a memory,
And my boyfriend has long been gone.
Only they could bring that 'freak' out of me...
That sweet freak!
Others deny and hide discreetly,
As they get their own groove on.
~Day and night long!
Not caring who says,
What they share is wrong! ~
Yeah...
You meet me after dinner.
I can picture you gnawing,
On those big beef bones!
Finish what you're doing.
I'm the one you should be screwing.
Meet me after dinner here...
And let's stop faking,
We don't desire naked love making.
Meet me after dinner,
And release those phone moans.
Your mate doesn't hear,
Or care who's heart is breaking!
Since I yearn for you,
With me alone!
Nibbling on your neck,
I want to hear you coo...
In licked whispers
Sighing,
In passionate delicious croons.
I do. Yes..I do.
Reflected in silhouette,
Our beads of sweat glistens.
Under the glow of the moon!
Meet me after dinner...
And I'll have dessert,
Perked and ready...
In the master bedroom!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Misery Needs Company
The sounds of her violin amerce from my mind, it sounds like her
favorite childhood lullaby,
Another night dinner for one
Another night in a place with no love
Another night with sorrow and despair
Another night with silence in the air
Another night of a forged smile
Another night knowing I won’t feel happiness for a while
Another night of talking to myself
Another night of wanting to hang myself
Another night of close feelings
Another night of not eating
Another night of clutching to her pillow, wishing I wasn’t a widow.
poem by Agatha Christie Orjales
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Merry Christmas Baby
Bring it down, band!
Now , i just came here tonight to say
I just wanna say ...
I just wanna say ...
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
I feel just like i'm living in paradise
Now listen
Now you see, i feel real good tonight
And i got music on the radio
And i feel good tonight
And i got music on the radio
And i feel just like i wanna kiss you
Underneath my mistle-toe
But now listen
Santa came down chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
And i feel like i'm living, just living in paradise
Come on boys
Well now
Santa came down chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
And i feel like i'm living, just living in paradise
And i just came down to say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
And happy new year too
Oh yeah
Play it boys go !
Merry christmas, happy new year
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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After A Night Of Fun
oh well, there were lots of drinks
bloody mary, screws, margaritas,
name it you have it, and lots of friends
and lovers, and newcomers on the rise
and on the go, there were names and
pseudonyms, but what matters most
were the looks and come-what-may
i like you babe, tease me, tease me,
oh, those younger days of yore,
got layed, and got drunk and got
what you got, carefree, making lots
of loves, not once a war, and then
there was this intimacy that
never gets out of your system,
like a flush of a dream, like a
perfume that refuses to get
off my skin, and i called her
after that night of fun and her
name is 'angel' and she's
just into a deep sleep and
i woke her up and she said
'who the devil are you? '
gosh, i thought love is
a many splendored thing.
be strong, there wasn't any.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh We Are Very Happy This Christmas (a Poem For The Childless Couple)
oh you ask?
we are very happy this Christmas
the house is crowded
with lots of food and desserts and drinks
all laid on the table
on an ambiance of mistletoe
and candle lights
we are many here
in this big house: Liza, my wife
myself, our five dogs
and three newly acquired
dalmatian puppies.
you see, this all family.
merry Christmas!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Procrastination
in love with
wait a minute
talking to lots of time anyway
tomorrow is aplenty
postponing what
today could have done
efficiently
nothing does better.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feliz Navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
From the bottom of my heart
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
From the bottom of my heart
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
From the bottom of my heart
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
I want to wish you a merry christmas
From the bottom of my heart
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Prospero ao y felicidad
I want to wish you...
Here are the two original verses:
I want to wish you a merry christmas
With lots of presents to make you happy
I want to wish you a merry christmas
From the bottom of my heart
I want to wish you a merry christmas
With mistletoe and lots of cheer
With lots of laughter throughout the years
From the bottom of my heart
song performed by by Boney M.
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Nobody Drinks Alone
You brought that bottle home in a paper sack
Drew the blinds and locked the doors
And there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself, but
Chorus:
Don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone
You remember whiskey on your daddy's breath
So you always stick to wine
And you scared your little brother half to death
You just kept it all inside
You can hear your mama cryin'
Only now she cries for you, and
Don't you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon, every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone
Though you're only
Hey don't you let that feelin' fool ya
(REPEATH CHORUS)
Nobody drinks alone
song performed by by Keith Urban
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My Bad-Habit Past
Nothing blocks evil effect of fatty food
ate last night's dinner at work; voilà, a
big headache that stops my brain and
fills my mind with mist, thick and grey
I can't operate, clear thinking recedes
life turns into a faint mirage, all I know
is discomfort, pressure and pain - let
this be a lesson: no more fatty foods
that render me almost comatose and
cloud my thoughts until only one idea
remains: death seems to be the only
release - all for sausage and cheese
No more, I shall only feast on salads
and green vegetables - I refuse to be
a prisoner of my bad-habit past, new
routines will bring back my joy in life
2 August 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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