What About Us?
I have told you everything about myself and i am willing still to tell you more if you ask, if you are still hungry about what you want to know about me,
i am stupid, i am like a woman who spreads my legs to any man who want me in bed, but i can also be a very kind woman who opens my arms for every weary man,
i am not stupid, i am kind,
I reveales everything From a to z No secrets now From my family
No stone Left unturned No story Untold
If it makes You happy Or if it makes
You sad And you regret Having listened
I am sorry you ask for them so i give them all to you
like a basket of flowers and fruits,
(are you sick in the hospital why with these basket of flowers and fruits?)
I have done My duty As the messenger I have achieved
What was Left for me To do And It is all Enough i am happy now
The truth is Told and it Has set me free.
(The lies however keep on saying, what about us?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Old Man's Saddest Story
We sat about the fireplace listening to the old man's tales
Of the youthful years of life he spent in lovely Alder Vale
He told some happy stories but he told some sad one's too
And the saddest story that he told I will relate to you.
'Twas the story of young Joaney Ryan who died whilst in her prime
When the fruits were ripe for picking in September's harvest time
She died at twenty three years old the valley beauty queen
And a fairer maid since her time the old man has not seen.
She was the most beautiful maid the old man ever knew
With sheeny hair of raven black and sparkling eyes of blue
Yet for all of her splendid beauty she did not show conceit
A better mannered girl than her no man could wish to meet.
Beauty it can take a woman quite a long, long way
But beauty quickly withers like the flowers that bloom in May,
You cannot judge a woman by her beauty or her dress
You can only judge a woman by the manner she possess.
He must have loved this lovely maid he must have loved her so
Who died in September forty six years ago
For as he told her story a tear showed in each eye
And it seemed quite clear to all of us that he was near to cry.
She died in a hospital this lady like woman
From Leuchaemia a disease that greatly curtail life's span
On the tenth day of September her remains were put to earth
Twenty three years and thirty six days from the day of her birth.
In each human's life story there is some share of woe
And the old man's saddest thoughts are of a maid he used to know
Who died of Leuchaemia whilst only in her prime
When the fruits were ripe for picking in September's harvest time.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Stupid
So sad to hear that you dont want to hang around with me
So lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that its over
Cause when your weak I feel the need to get underneith your skin
And when you start to tweak I find a way to get up beside you
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
In time youll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
Oh in time youll learn to hate me
Cause when I feel the need to have you back by my side
I am sweet it makes me sick to know that I can be so blind
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid
song performed by by Oleander
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It Should Be The Kindness That Counts
i like it here
where kindness is put like a basket
full of fruits
where you pick one and taste
one and say
this fruit is sweet, and juicy and luscious
and then not to be outdone
you put some red & white roses
beside a basket and some
daffodils and colored daisies
and i say
oh! how beautiful have the fruits
become
because of the flowers!
i like it here
on friendly air
and sunny skies and singing birds
it is here
where kindness begets kindness
where love begets love
where everyone braces for the race of happiness
and never
violence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Kind Of Woman - My Kind Of Man (feat. Patty Loveless)
You don't need diamonds or big fancy cars
You say you're happy right where you are
We're bound together by a little gold band
You're my kind of woman
Oh, you're my kind of man
Oh, living without you is my only fear
You still drive me crazy when I hold you near
My boudy trembles with the touch of your hand
You're my kind of woman
Oh, you're my kind of man
chorus:
You're my kind of woman
You're my kind of man
A match made in heaven
By God's gentle hands
I'll love you forever
Together we'll stand
You're my kind of woman
You're my kind of man
(repeat chorus)
You're my kind of woman
And you're my kind of man
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Noumenon
a thing-in-itself:
a wicker basket is a wicker basket
you cannot place love there, perhaps just plain fruits and
flowers
and perhaps even nothing
because a wicker basket is a wicker basket
nothing more nothing less
in the same manner, i am what i am
and you are what you are
what we feel for each other
or perhaps what i feel you alone
or only
is what i only feel
nothing more and nothing less
if i go somehow inventing that you shall love me
how absurd can this be!
for you are what you are and i am what i am
nothing more and nothing less
and so thanks, i am what i am and i will always be what i am
and you are you, and you do not know me,
and if i bleed, it is i who bleed only or
alone
and i have no right to let you know because you are what you are
and you shall never love me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happy
We ate the cafes of Chancery lane
We danced Spanish Salsa in the rain
We spoke of visiting countries like Mexico
Later we listened in tunnels to our echoes
In the darkness of the truth
We searched for our roots
Friends make us happy
Family makes us happy
Good health makes us happy
Wealth makes us happy
Love makes us happy, but why?
We marched the parades in New York City
We attentively listened to war news with pity
We sang songs of freedom by great grandfathers
As we watched a salient fireworks extravaganza
In the discovery of the truth
Each made recovery by thoughtful input
Living makes us happy
Giving makes us happy
Good health makes us happy
Wealth makes us happy
Love makes us the happiest, but why?
We sailed the continental slopes of Asia
We flew from Japan and ended up in Australia
We trekked the sandy lands of the Sahara
And in some countries we traveled by car
And in a breakthrough of the truth
We made friends shaking hands while on foot
It takes a little to be happy
For some an army of little candy
A smile can make one happy
Almost everyone wants to be happy
Freedom makes one happy
Good people make us happy
Not those who treat us badly
Entertainment makes us happy
Love makes us the happiest, but why?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Happy To Give
I was born a believer, played the fool
Lonely dreamer, left to choose
I dont know where the love is, theres a promise undone
Someones cryin, in a room all alone
Shadows fall, after the hurt is gone
Through it all, we love and we lose
Where is the one, someone whos happy (happy to give)
Happy to be with you, its here you belong, with someone
Whos happy (happy to give) happy to give you love
A song for the singer, one book of dreams
Take this heartache, away from me
A page in a story, romance untold
Sharing secrets, we call, our own
Shadows fall, after the hurt is gone
Through it all, we love and we lose
Where is the one, someone whos happy (happy to give)
Happy to be with you, its where you belong, with someone
Whos happy (happy to give) happy to give you love
Happy, happy, oh happy
(happy to give), oo happy to give
Oh somebodys happy to give you love,
Your love, your love oh yeah
song performed by by Journey
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Learnıng From You, Learnıng From Us.
The rule of the game is this:
I have this basket filled with truths
That I cannot tell you
Because these are all bitter fruits
Of broken trees
This is the game of poetry
I can tell you something else
But it will be the same basket filled with
Bitter fruits
Only that
It will be artistically put
And shall be more pleasing to your eyes
For I cannot make you sad
And be like us
What is uglier than truth
Now appears to you as
The most fashionable lies
But soon you shall learn the trick
And be another expert
At telling truths that cannot hurt
At knowing no departures
That gives you
Never a sense of abandon
But all cheers
And welcomes
Those which must be redeeming
Like the way we put back the broken wings of the birds
Who have refused for days
To fly
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stupid
Honestly, I like the word
Stupid,
I like you calling me
Stupid
In all the stupid things
That you think
I do
Which I think are
Stupid too,
Stupid!
Stupid makes me feel
That I am
Non-stupid
That I am nobody
That I am not
Like you calling me
Stupid
That I am not like you
That I am not
Alone
That I have no reason
To be sad
That confusion is not
A disease
That we all belong to one
Beautiful world
Stupid!
That is enough
Heaven for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortune Teller
(neville)
Went to a fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didnt know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
She took a hold of my palm
She said son you feel kind of warm
And then she looked into a crystal ball
She said youre in love
I said how could that be so
Im not friendly with the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
You gotta look into her eyes
I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me lies
I rushed straight back to that woman
Just as mad as I could be
I said I didnt see nobody
Whyd she made a fool of me
Then something struck me
Like lightning from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love
Now Im a happy fella
Im married to the fortune teller
Im as happy as I can be
Now I get my fortunes told for free
song performed by by Hollies
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Dare To Be Stupid
Put down your chainsaw and listen to me
Its time for us to join in the fight
Its time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Its time to let the bedbugs bite
You better put all your eggs in one basket
You better count your chickens before they hatch
You better sell some wine before its/its time
You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the charmin you can while mr. wimpoles not around
Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan
Talk with your mouth full
Bite the hand that feeds you
Bite on more than you chew
What can you do
Dare to be stupid
Take some wooden nickles
Look for mr. goodbar
Get your mojo working now
Ill show you how
You can dare to be stupid
You can turn the other cheek
You can just give up the ship
You can eat a bunch of sushi and forget to leave a tip
Dare to be stupid
Come on and dare to be stupid
Its so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
Were all waiting for you
Lets go
Its time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
Theres no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now its time for crying in your beer
Settle down, raise a family, join the pta
Buy some sensible shoes and a chevyrolet
And party till youre broke and they drive you away
Its ok, you can dare to be stupid
Its like spitting on a fish
Its like barking up a tree
Its like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free
Dare to be stupid (yes)
Why dont you dare to be stupid
Its so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
Were all waiting for you
Dare to be stupid
Burn your candle at both ends
Look a gift horse in the mouth
Mashed potatoes can be your friends
You can be a coffee achiever
You can sit around the house and watch leave it to beaver
The futures up to you
So what you gonna do
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
What did I say
Dare to be stupid
Tell me, what did I say
Dare to be stupid
Its alright
Dare to be stupid
We can be stupid all night
Dare to be stupid
Come on, join the crowd
Dare to be stupid
Shout it out loud
Dare to be stupid
I cant hear you
Dare to be stupid
Ok, I can hear you now
Dare to be stupid
Lets go, dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Topsy-Turvy
You would have seen
Flowers bearing fruits.
Have you seen
Fruits producing flowers?
Yes! Nature is made artificial!
How is it? Can you surmise?
It is the art
Of carving colourful flowers
From different fruits!
Nature is turned topsy-turvy!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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It Makes Me Happy, To Be With You
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To watch you smile and hear you speak
and see your eyes turn softly warm,
makes me happy to be with you.
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To watch you spreading jam and butter
on your home made scones,
makes me happy to be with you.
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To be able to put my arms around you
and draw you gently close to me,
makes me happy to be with you.
And it makes me happy, to be with you
when holding your cheek close to mine,
breathing the warmth of you
and feeling the warmth of you
soaking quietly through me,
makes my breath tremble in my chest.
You make me happy to be with you.
poem by Red O'Mara
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Little Ganesha in Toonpura
This story is about tiny city of Toonpura. A little boy named Ganesha lived in this small town, which was located near a river. Daily life was very simple for him as he was very religious and he used to sit near the temple and wait for the morning worship of Lord Ganesha.
Only family member who was left alive of this little boy was his loving grandmother. Every day he prayed for her long life because she was the only one who actually truly loved him. He used to sell beautiful red roses whenever he could find some. With the little money which he could get by selling the roses, with that money the boy used to purchase sweets for his grandmother to eat.
One day he saw a large crowd gathered to visit the temple of Ganesha. He was excited because today he thought that lot of red roses will be sold since so many people are visiting the temple. Ganesha came running with his basket of flowers and started requesting the crowd to purchase his flowers. Some people said to him please go away since we are in hurry as Lord Ganesha is waiting for us. A liitle girl saw the red roses and told the boy please give me a rose. Without worrying about the money, he just gave one rose to her. She smiled back at him and this brought a smile on the face of Ganesha as well.
Then he went further and started asking others to purchase his roses as well, slowly some kind devotees started to buy his roses and this added a smile on the face of the little boy. The little girl whom he gave a rose came with a one rupee coin and said this is for you my friend. He said thank you by asking the reason as to why all of a sudden so many visitors are here. Girl said to the boy, Ganesha is drinking milk today. The little boy said to the little girl, really? To this she replied, yes this is true.
Ganesha got in the line with his basket of flowers. Gradually the devotees started to move ahead and feed lots of milk to the marble statue of Lord Ganesha. To the utter surprise of Ganesha, the statue did drink the milk. He suddenly spoke in his soft voice, please give me milk also to drink as I like it a lot and my name is Ganesha. I am very hungry as I have eaten nothing since the morning. The little girl, whom he met earlier in the crowd, came running with a cup of milk which she took from her mother. My friend Ganesha, the girl said, here is milk for you also so please do not be sad.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Stupid I
My stupid I,
do not know,
the sight of the
falling snow.
My stupid I,
didn't see,
the depth of,
unexplored sea.
My stupid I,
never watch,
how the honey-bees,
do flowers touch!
My stupid I,
do always kill,
the busy ants,
doing their drill.
My stupid I,
can never stand,
to enjoy the sky,
and beautiful land.
Now, my stupid I,
want to feel all,
she missed before,
Oh! Nature's call!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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My Kind Of Woman / My Kind Of Man
You dont need diamonds or big fancy cars
You say your happy right where you are
Were bound together by a little gold band
Youre my kind of woman
Oh, youre my kind of man
Oh living without you is my only fear
You still drive me crazy when I hold you near
My body trembles with each touch of your hand
Youre my kind of woman
Oh, youre my kind of man
Chorus:
Youre my kind of woman
Youre my kind of man
A match made in heaven
By gods gentle hands
Ill love you forever
Together well stand
Youre my kind of woman
Youre my kind of man
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it's quite the opposite: a woman having large breasts makes men stupid.
quote by Rita Rudner
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Sometimes
sometimes i feel
so stupid and so stupid
that i like being called stupid
by other stupid people out
there who think that
they are not stupid
sometimes i like to laugh
at myself and call myself
crazy and behave like i
am crazy and then suddenly
a man comes next to me
and asks me
why am i happy?
i think he is not stupid anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peter Patter...
i must not be stupid enough to know that
i am stupid but stupid or not i must realize
that stupidity is not that stupid
sometimes it has flashes of wisdom
wears its whiskers
smokes pipes and
wipes that stupid look that makes other wonder
it is just the look?
or the spook?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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He Left Me Because (He Loved Me So Much, It Hurt)
its so sad how
you want me this way
and i want you that way
and you can't stay because
you say i don't love enough.
and it's sad because
deep down we know we've found forever
you say you'd give me forever
it is sad that i believed
in your definition
of
for,
ever...
and those nights
those miserable nights when i knew
you're the only one who could
break my heart
those nights where i found out
i'd never find another
heartbreaker
it's so sad
that i've stopped wanting
for other things
the day i met you.
(and i lost that too)
and it's sad how
my overwhelming love
can't save us
my overflowing affection
doesn't mean much to you
and how you
called me stupid cause i let you slip
i'm stupid you told me,
cause nobody loved me like you did
nobody loved me like you did
that's why you left
because nobody loved me like you did
you left me because
you loved me like no other.
and it's awfully sad
that i
cannot understand
why
you left me because
i completed you?
(i must be stupid) .