Writing For Writing's Sake
all i have are sighs
no ideas popping out
i don't feel like
a popcorn, sort of
i am feeling more
like spilt milk
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Buttered Popcorn
My baby likes
(Buttered popcorn) Uh-huh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh-hoh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh yeah!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh!
He likes it greasy (buttered popcorn)
And sticky (buttered popcorn)
And gooey (buttered popcorn)
And salty (buttered popcorn)
I said
song performed by by Supremes from Meet the Supremes
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Popcorn Love
Dont you know, dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
They say its popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Its popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
When we go on those special dates
Were always holding hands
Were never, ever late
Youre on my mind all the time
I keep thinking (I keep thinking)
Thinking (I keep thinking)
I keep thinking (thinking of you)
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
I go to school and then I come straight home
The first thing that I do is call you on the phone
The things you say, uh, really make my day
I need you, girl, in every kind of way
I keep thinking
Im just thinking
I keep thinking (thinking)
Thinking (thinking)
Thinking (thinking)
Thinking
Thats right
Thats right
Thats right
Thats right
Ah p is for her personality
I said the o is for originality
And the other p is for the perfect love she gives to me
The c is just cause she loves me
And the o means shes the only love I got
And the r and the n, our love will never end
Well, I know, I know its the real thing
Because she told me so
And I know, I know its the real thing
And ill never let her go
I just got to, I just got to have your love
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Its popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Popcorn love
Its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
song performed by by New Edition
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No food is wasted
The milk poured over the idol’s head
Trickles down to reach the earth.
The milk is not spilt; germs are there to eat.
The milk spoilt means germs have eaten it.
The milk stolen by the cat is not a waste.
No organic food goes waste
And is broken down to elements
In cycles of feeding by organisms.
The elements, the end product,
Serves as food to the plant kingdom.
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stopping Shopping
Aren’t we ever satisfied by shopping?
Just the thought of popping
Or, as some do, bopping
To the supermarket gets me hopping
Mad. Since my bag burst, popping,
When I was struggling, clopping
Home with the shopping
And distinctly dropping
And predictably plopping
Food on floors, with milk slopping
And smashed eggs dropping,
Making everywhere sopping
So it needed mopping
For, if I didn’t, they’d be stopping
There, where they’d be copping
Some unprintable whopping
Rude words that were popping
Out of my mouth. I’m lopping
Some out of this, not to offend topping,
Polite folk like you. And I’m chopping
And also quickly cropping
This poem short ’cos I’m flopping
With exhaustion. And I need propping
Up. So now I’m stopping -
Stupid shopping.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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That Makes Two Of Us (feat. Jacky Ward)
(jerry fuller)
So you like sunday picnics
And yelling at the umpire at a baseball game
Window shopping, popcorn popping
Wading through the puddle in a summer rain
And i'll bet you're kind to children and
Someday you'd like to be a mother too
And do you got a feeling when you're with me the way i do
Chorus:
Well that makes two of us
We're like birds of a feather
True love brings together
A precious few of us
That makes two of us
So you believe in wishes
While blowing out the candles on a birthday cake
Gentle hugs and lightning bugs
Staying up all night to watch the morning break
We've got so much in common
Given half a chance i'm sure you'll agree
One way to sum up forever is you and me
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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That Makes Two Of Us
(jerry fuller)
So you like sunday picnics
And yelling at the umpire at a baseball game
Window shopping, popcorn popping
Wading through the puddle in a summer rain
And i'll bet you're kind to children and
Someday you'd like to be a mother too
And do you got a feeling when you're with me the way i do
Chorus:
Well that makes two of us
We're like birds of a feather
True love brings together
A precious few of us
That makes two of us
So you believe in wishes
While blowing out the candles on a birthday cake
Gentle hugs and lightning bugs
Staying up all night to watch the morning break
We've got so much in common
Given half a chance i'm sure you'll agree
One way to sum up forever is you and me
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Never cry over spilt milk, because it may have been poisoned.
quote by W.C. Fields
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There is no sense in crying over spilt milk.
Carnival In Kenora
Twinkle, twinkle what a pity
All alone on such a pretty night
With enchantment on your side.
Popcorn, popcorn, cotton candy,
Soft voice whispers,
This can all be right
If youll come and share a ride.
Carnival in kenora!
I let him take me for a ride
On a giant ferris wheel.
Up in the neon sky
Or far from the barkers cry
One kiss can sometimes
Make you feel like a
Spinning ferris wheel.
All the tents are taken down now;
All thats left is scuffled ground now;
Still the magic echoes in the sand.
Popcorn, popcorn, cotton candy,
Now a stranger takes my hand,
We smile and the magic understands.
Carnival in kenora!
I let him take me for a ride
On a giant ferris wheel.
Up in the neon sky
Or far from the barkers cry
One kiss can sometimes
Make you feel like a
Spinning ferris wheel
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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A Habit
waking up the morning
with some ideas popping
another boring day?
with nothing to play?
i look to the world inside me
and say
oh! there is so much to do
there is another tornado
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cry out
Shedding of tears is a safety valve.
Wanting to cry but unable to
And wanting to cry but refusing to
Are equally bad to soul and body.
You must cry and come to terms with yourself.
You must cry and feel calm after a storm.
It is not futile to cry over the spilt milk
If it demands a cry from your heart.
01.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
Everywhere
There's a place I want 2 go/Where the milk and honey flow
Without God it wasn't there/Now I feel it Everywhere"
When I was lost and couldn't c my way/I used 2 follow what everybody say
Now I know that it's written in the heart/Now I'm ready, ready 2 start
Without God it wasn't there/Now I feel it Everywhere
We were always meant 2 b/In paradise eternally
B4 the truth I did not care/Now I feel it Everywhere
Feel it, feel it Everywhere/Feel it, feel it/Can u feel it?
This might good feeling Everywhere/We've got so much work 2 do. Everywhere
song performed by by Prince
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SHORT; Humor: 2 Poems about: A 'Cultured' Sort of Cow
#1
What sort of cow gives cultured WHOLE milk?
I think Princess and cows of her ilk.
She has nary a crawling tick,
she does NOT her calves lick, (babies that is) ,
and, at our state fair she wins ribbons of silk.
#2
What sort of cow gives cultured fat free milk?
I think Princess and other cows of her ilk.
She buys, for her stall, pieces of art,
listens each evening to her Mozart,
and for the annual Dairy Ball……she dresses in SILK!
(Feb.2006)
poem by Bri Edwards
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