Solicitor
she enters the door
and i ask her to be seated
polite
i am to a stranger
i am busy then
on a paper work
that could not
be finished in a day
her curly hair
signifies a complicated
request
for money,
i am shocked to this
kind of
felicity,
turned down the
request for
sponsorship on
something
that i cannot watch
i am not a
politician
go somewhere else
i do not
kowtow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Poet As Politician
every hour the poets knock the door of my senses
if you have time my dear
please read my latest poem
i have read yours and they're good
(what does he care? he has his own cares to care for)
and they keep on knocking
and i keep on lying too with my grin as wide as the cheetah
your poems are great
just perfect for me.. oh i love this one too
how hungry can a poet be as a politician
hungry for praise
lusting for honor
wanting to have a name where there are none
except perhaps in tombstones
yes i will compromise with an epitaph
here lies the poet as a politician
he is read upon his own request
Requiscat In Pace!
i place the star after his date of birth
i place a cross after his date of death.
and of course at the lowest portion
upon his request
RSVP.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ink
To see an inked paper with ink
You write also, you keep it tidy.
The request of the teacher must be met,
With all the paper in this planet.
To watch may leave us suddenly with more work,
But evil writing carries progress to astonish,
And the reporting of sins leaves us.
You need pencils but not pride of strength
To gain acceptance, to acquire safety.
I write along my nights with nature
Outside.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A request to society
Foetus -
A request to society
Don't abort us in hasty
I will thank you wholeheartedly!
Newborn girl child -
A request to society
Don't poison us prematurely
Allow us to live; We might
light the lamp in your family!
A newly-wed bride -
A request to society
Not to indulge in bride burning
for the sake of dowry!
A grown up woman -
A request to society
Women are part of everyone's family
Consider us to live peacefully!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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No Letters From Home!
A stranger lies ill, in a distant city,
With no - - letters from home!
The glances that meet him, in lieu of pity,
Are querring, "Why does he roam?"
"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twere better
I slept in this gold-dusted loam;
Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--
A flock of kind letters from home."
"Oh, heed my request," says he, "else 'twer better I
I slept in this gold-dusted loam;
Dismiss the physician, and bring a letter--
A flock of kind letters from home."
Like messenger doves, from across the mountains,
Cream tinted and golden and white?
Like the clouds that have sipp'd at the Eastern fountains
For thirsty land to take flight;
So come the dear missives--but ah! the stranger
Receives none to lighten his gloom;
In this time of sickness, this hour of danger,
Not ever one letter from home!
He moans in his slumber "Why did I ever
So far - - westwardly roam;
Oh, must I lie down must I sleep forever
With no loving letters from home?
My bones you may bury where winds are lifting
Pacific's broad billows in foam;
Or there on Lone Mountain, where sands are drifting,
But first, bring a letter from home."
"From the 'Golden' up to the portals pearly,"
He murmurs, "Oh can it be far?
On the sunset domain, in the morn how early
Will glimmer the Orient Star?
What light is the melting my shade like fetters?
What birds are those circling the dome?
Those messenger doves are my long sought letters
My flock of kind letters from home."
"They heed my request," says he, "best of debtors,
Their favors are whitening the dome!
Sweet messenger doves are my long sought letters,
My flock of kind letters from home."
poem by Henry Clay Work
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As Fighter And Fought - Lord Krishna
[A scene from the hindu epic Mahabharatham
where both duryodhan and arjun come to lord
krishna for favors to sopport them in the war
KURUKSHETRA WAR]
Arjun sat near foot
duryodhan sat near his head
god in deep slumber
a war approaching
with a request both waited
god in deep slumber
Krishna wakes to see
arjun first and with a smile
'what is your request'?
he came before me
ask his request first then me
arjuna told god
turning his head to see.......
'duryodhan here too
may i know your request too'
krishna waits to hear
we need your support
you should help us in the war
duryodhan's request
krishna to duryodhan......
you may have come first
i asked arjun's request first
i shall help you both
thinking for a moment......
'duryodhan' he said
'you can have all my soldiers
whole of my army'
to arjun he said
you and your brother's have me
not as warrior
further krishna went on
i will not handle weapon
not as warrior
will be there for you
to take you around war field
as charioteer
duryodhan content
thought army was big asset
thought he got best deal
arjun content too
to have god as charoiteer
thought he got good deal
though god pleased them both
it was a war where he was
both fighter and fought
as charioteer
convinced a confused arjun
with the song of lord [BHAGAVATH GEETHAI]
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Babys Request
When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the stars settle down for a rest,
Just do me one small favour, I beg you,
Please play me my babys request.
Its the song that we heard when we started.
Now the birds have all flown from our nest,
But you could bring back memries departed
By playing my babys request.
My baby said that she knows how it goes
But youre the one who really knows,
So go ahead, just one more time and then well go to bed.
- solo -
But you could bring back memries departed
By playing my babys request.
My baby says she knows how it goes but youre the one that really knows.
So go ahead, just one more time and then well go to bed.
When the moon lays his head on a pillow
And the star settles down for a rest,
Just do me one small favour, I beg you,
Please play me babys request.
Mh-hm, play me babys request.
Please! play me my babys request -- one more time.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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The present government is very insistent that business sponsorship should replace government sponsorship of the arts. Business sponsorship won't happen unless you make tax concessions, which they won't.
quote by Peter Maxwell Davies
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Inside The Hotel Room In Hongkong
IF YOU SEE me here inside my hotel room
in Hongkong
you will not perhaps believe
that in such a short time of our separation
I am now looking
at our pictures
the one where we simply sit on the train
going to Baclaran
on the busy day
where we were looking at the other side of the window
taken by that stranger
upon our request
still strikes me
there was something in your eyes
that gives the premonition
something in the misty window
speaks about the unexpected twist
of a sad story
a plot that i have not mastered well
perhaps because
i was too trusting
the stupid man falls in love again
with a woman still possessing the full senses
of her world
i have decided to tear this picture
into tiny pieces of paper
my hands like a shredding machine
i open the window of this hotel
and let the tiny shreds of your face
be blown by the wintry wind
from the 13th floor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take,Take,Take
was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling
song performed by by White Stripes
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It, Is...Not!
I am not surprised when I hear,
That many readers do not write.
Nor am I shocked,
To learn those who write...
Do that day and night.
Those who make requests,
For other writers to read their 'stuff'...
Seek approval and acceptance.
But when does that get to become too much?
I've said this so many times and I'll say it again,
When one creates from their own inspiration...
A commitment to just 'that',
Provides a lifelong motivation and a loyalty unmatched.
When one writer becomes offended,
By another who is experienced.
Has not yet comprehended the time involved,
To produce from one's mind...
That another perceives is easily invented.
It,
Is...
Not!
If I ever got a letter,
From Maya, Edgar or Langston Hughes...
I'd be shocked by that!
Believing they would have nothing else to do,
But read Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickenson.
And...
Well,
My work too.
It,
Is...
Not easy.
This writing business.
Especially when one seeks,
To be critiqued.
And upon request.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conditioned To Request Permission
No need to treat me like an alley cat.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
Any happiness we get.
No need to treat me like an alley cat.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
Any happiness we get.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
The pursuing of the blooming...
We expect and accept,
With any happiness we get.
Oh...
Oh oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
To investigate a picked division.
And whoa,
A oh oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
To investigate a picked division.
No need to treat me like an alley cat.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
Any happiness we get.
No need to treat me with suspicion,
And live with secret inhabitions.
Why should we accept conditions,
That might invite future division.
Whoa,
A oh oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
To investigate a picked division.
No need to treat me like an alley cat.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
Any happiness we get.
No need to treat me like an alley cat.
Because you are addicted...
To those rumors that will ruin,
Any happiness we get.
Oh...
Oh-oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
To investigate a picked division.
And whoa,
A oh-oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
To investigate a picked division.
Oh...
Oh-oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
And whoa,
A oh-oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
And whoa,
A oh-oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission...
And whoa,
A oh-oh....
Oh,
Why should we be the ones conditioned,
To request permission!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Instant Request
Masquerade, 93.1, this is big e
Who goes there
Hello, yes, am I on the air
Fo sho, live and clear, baby
Hi, this is kwaliah, I would like to request a song
Make it quick or get the click, mama
I wanna hear Im a th, whats that shh
That thug like me, kwa
Alright instant request, masquerade hot 93.1, baby
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Instant Request
Masquerade, 93.1, this is big e
Who goes there
Hello, yes, am I on the air
Fo sho, live and clear, baby
Hi, this is kwaliah, I would like to request a song
Make it quick or get the click, mama
I wanna hear Im a th, whats that shh
That thug like me, kwa
Alright instant request, masquerade hot 93.1, baby
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Why We Request Him Arrested
Seek!
And with a reaching...
Be YOU!
Be 'all' that you wish.
Turn all conflicts faced,
Into deeds!
Enforce within you
To release those misdeeds.
To be erased and replaced.
Stand and glimmer bright...
Under the Sun that shines upon you!
'There he is officer!
That is the man that has been shouting,
All of those obscenities to our children.
We want him arrested NOW!
We have done the best to protect our kids,
As it is!
And somehow...
He has yet to get the message!
His presence and words around here,
Disgust us!
Our children are exposed to enough garbage.
That is why we request him arrested! '
~Mommy...
I thought you were going to the store?
To buy me some new videos! ~
'Not right now, honey...
Mommy is busy.'
~Okay.
Remember...
'Gangbange rs and Their Cribs'.
And...
I just finished seeing,
'Topless Coeds'.
It wasn't as good as I thought it would be.
Are you listening to me? ~
'Not right now, honey...
Mommy is busy.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Need To Be Rejected
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears,
From anyone's lips...
A request from them begging for it.
And yet there are those who reject others,
As if to smother them with neglect.
With a doing of it,
To express no regret or appear to be apologetic.
There are exceptions to the rule of this,
When inflicted and applied...
To those who do this and deny.
They will exlaim when the tables are turned on them,
A wholesomeness within them sits.
And all they do is give of themselves to others.
But the others have druthers to choose the opposite.
With rejection on top of their priority list.
I have yet to meet anyone,
Who had a need to be rejected.
I have yet to hear with my ears clearly,
A request from them begging for it.
Begging and pleading from trembling lips,
To get as much rejection as they can get.
Have you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Game Over
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your insistence that your opponent,
Has weaknesses you have capabilities to defeat...
Needs nore evidence,
Than those strategies used...
Produced to see you the one getting beat.
Huddling with neighbors and friends...
As well as family members,
Who have expressed their doubts...
Knowing your preference to embellish,
Have already signalled...
They believe you undeserving of more time outs.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your tactics to delay your removal from the field,
Only yields to your embarrassment...
And yet you wish to keep your deceit concealed.
Game over.
Your request for an additional overtime,
To play...
Will not be granted.
Your GAME...
Is OVER!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Erotic Hair
when my hair
gets long enough
after a month
uncut by
my gay barber
they become
so curly
like my pubic
hair
and women
and even gays
love all the curls
of my hair
erotic hair
and i am wearing it
as a crown
understand
i am coping up
with mid-crisis
and i like to
say
i got hair
and they are too curly
like my
(messy) sex life
listen, my life
begins at 69.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Shall I Do Today?
Today,
all the events shall be taken as God's wish.
Today,
I shall love everyone.
Today,
I shall speak only truth.
Today,
I shall have pure and clean thoughts.
Today,
I shall spend the whole day in pursuit of Happiness.
Today,
i shall be polite and nice to people.
Today,
I shall not curse to anyone.
Today,
Whatever work is assigned to me shall be completed.
Today,
I shall be courteous to people.
Today,
Who ever approaches me with a problem or request shall go back satisfied.
Today,
I shall try to reform myself as much as possible.
Today,
I shall repent for all my ill deeds.
poem by Ginni Aggarwal
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Sir
Oh, teacher
You teach students
To be polite and courteous
And always end
Favours with the magic word.
Ahem, excuse me, teacher
May I begin?
Dearest
Kindest
Finest
Proudest
Smartest
Sir
May I
Humbly request
That I
Be excused
From doing homework
Please?
poem by astaldo ELVEN
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