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I join the queue
We move up nicely.

I ask the lady in front
What are we queuing for.
'To join another queue,'
She explains.

'How pointless,' I say,
'I'm leaving.' She points
To another long queue.
'Then you must get in line.'

I join the queue.
We move up nicely.

poem by Roger McGough
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Breaking Into Heaven

Ive been casing your joint for the best years of my life
Like the look of your stuff, outta sight
When Im hungry and when Im cold
When Im having it rough
Or just getting old
Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
Theyll die and join the queue
Better man the barricades
Im coming in tonight
Had a line of my dust, outta sight
When I wander and when I roam
Ill find a soul I can trust
Im coming home
Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
Theyll die and join the queue, sing it
Im, Im gonna break right into heaven
I cant wait anymore
Heavens gates wont hold me
Ill saw those suckers down
Laughing loud at your locks when they hit the ground
Every icon in every town
Hear this your numbers up
Im coming round
Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
Theyll die and join the queue, sing it
Im, Im gonna break right into heaven
I cant wait anymore
How many times do I have to tell you
You dont have to wait to die
You can have it all
Anytime you want it
Yeah, the kingdoms all inside

song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A view of the queue...............

I'm sitting outside a café
as my feet are killing me
from walking too much,
I've heavy bags and it's hot.

I watch a queue for Vue - Cinema,
they're showing Avatar.
The queue is getting longer
and people start to sweat.

A couple of guys down the front
start making whooping noises,
loudly, like they're apes.
I don't get it, at first,

but then I notice they're behind
a black man and they're
gesticulating to him.
I begin to feel uneasy.

The black man is big and stocky,
he ignores the thugs
but they won't stop.
People in the queue do nothing.

There's an old couple standing
next to the black guy.
The old lady starts to fidget,
she moves towards her husband.

The queue still does nothing
and the black guy stands stock still,
like a ship that's sailed into harbor
big and grand and masterful.

His invisible flag is flying high
and he stands there proud and firm.
The little old lady is still fidgeting
and the thugs are making ape noises.

The black man does nothing
and the queue does nothing.
Me, I watch from the café
and I do nothing, I'm scared.

People passing by start to gawp
start to stare and the queue does nothing
The little old lady starts to shake,
she's looking pale. She fidgets.

I get up from my seat in the café,
I will have to walk past the queue,
the thugs and the black guy.
Instead I walk right up to them.

I go up to the biggest thug,
say, "excuse me for interrupting".
Then I pick up my very large bag
and swipe his evil face with it.

I didn't know I had it in me,
I'm that sort of woman!
I'm shaking; He staggers back;
__________ and does nothing.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Breaking Into Heaven

I've been casing your joint for the best years of my life
Like the look of your stuff outta sight
When I'm hungry and when I'm cold
When I'm having it rough or just getting old
Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
They'll die here join the queue

Better man the barricades
I'm coming in tonight
Had a line of my dust outta sight
When I wander and when I roam
I'll find a soul I can trust I'm coming home

Listen up sweet child of mine
Have I got news for you
Nobody leaves this place alive
They'll die and join the queue
Sing it
I-I'm gonna break right into heaven
I can't wait anymore

Heaven's gates won't hold me
I'll saw those suckers down
Laughing loud at your locks when they hit the ground
Every icon in every town
Hear this

song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
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Join Together

When you here this sound a-comin,
Hear the drummers drumming,
I want you to join together with the band,
We dont move in any ticular direction,
And we dont make no collections,
I want you to join together with the band.
Do you really think I care,
What you read or what you wear,
I want you to join together with the band,
Theres a million ways to laugh,
And every ones a path,
Come on and join together with the band.
Everybody join together, I want you to join together,
Come on and join together with the band,
We need you to join together, come on and join together,
Come on and join together with the band.
You dont have to play,
You can follow or lead the way,
I want you to join together with the band,
We dont know where were going,
But the seasons right for knowing,
I want you to join together with the band.
Its the singer not the song,
That makes the music move along,
I want you to join together with the band,
This is the biggest band youll find,
Its as deep as it is wide,
Come on and join together with the band,
Hey hey hey hey hey hey, well everybody come on.
Come on and join, join together with the band,
We need you to join together, everybody come on,
Hey hey hey, join together with the band.

song performed by by Who
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To be left out in the blue

They came in numbers
In big figures

Drawing a long line
Like flocking to the shrine

I stood under the trees near the park
Looking and figured what went wrong with my luck

Why I wasn’t in the same line
Queue for so long but still feeling so fine

With their hands holding the cards
Cashing out new notes that’s so hard

Smells anew
Only a few

Like me who’re not in the queue
Would be left out in the blue

Cuz I don’t have the card
To make the cut

poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Ant's Queue

ANTS’ QUEUE

A demon garbed as human
Raped a lame and naive woman
The earth didn’t crack

Maimed was a common man
When for justice he raised slogans
Heavens didn’t go down

Goes on the long ant’s queue
Even when one ant is trampled
Under savage hooves

No stopping; no looking back
No nerve to swerve; to rebel
They yearn to live; to survive
As long as they can with no strife
No airs about their ancestors
Who together slew a vile serpent

Care not of what they can attain
United when they retaliate
Plead they, with dour candour
“Ants cannot fight wild beasts”

Goes on the long ant’s queue

poem by Sathya Narayana
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What Are We Doing

What am I doing in a place like this
When its painfully clear that my face dont fit?
What am I doing acting identikit,
When all I want to do is to be the opposite?
Why am i, why are you,
Whos pretending just whos fooling who
Do we go our way or join in their merry queue.
What are we doing in the pouring rain
Walking hand in hand, I gotta be out of my brain.
What are we doing, is it all for show
Are we drifting along, going along with the flow.
I dont know, I wish I knew
Is it me or you whos fooling
What a bore, wheres the door
Are we just for decoration?
What am I doing to you?
What are you doing to me too?
What are they doing to us?
Someone help me, tell me truly.
What are we doing in a place like this
Trying to prove to the world that we really exist
Standing around with all the egotists
Sticking out like a zit knickers all in a twist.
Why are we? I dont know,
Are we merely going with the flow
To prove, who we know
Or drifting along acting a part in a show?
Why am I going through this?
Why are you going through this too?
What are they doing to us?
Someone help me, tell me truly.
So do we go our own way
Or do we join their merry queue
Pretending its o.k.
Them or us, whos fooling who?
Why are we standing in the acid rain
Watching industrial waste trickling down the drain?
What are we doing under the nuclear glow
What we all gonna do? where we all gonna go?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?

song performed by by Kinks
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0342 Like me, like you

Landing airplanes form a high queue;
Busy ants all form a low queue;
Salespersons should pretend they like you;
But only poets can form a haiku.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dead End Job

Words and music by The Police
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play
Don't wanna be no teacher
I don't wanna be no slave
I don't wanna work no assembly line
A' like my uncle Dave
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
All I wanna do is play
I just ain't got time to stay
But I ain't gonna run away
Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint
The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play
Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint
The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
All I wanna do is play
I ain't gonna run away
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
(ad lib to fade

song performed by by Police
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A life of standing and waiting

Standing in the bus queue
it's twenty minutes late again
when you get on the bus is full
public transport what a pain.
Standing in the post office
fifteen minutes just for a stamp
stood in a long line of people
now my back hurts it must be cramp.
Standing at the railway station
waiting for a train that's been delayed
and when it finally bothers to arrive
we're told there's an engine fault I'm afraid.
Standing in a queue outside the cinema
been looking forward to this film all day
but after waiting patiently for half an hour
I'm told it's now full so I have to go away.
Standing about and queueing is what we do
I wonder if it's like this in Heaven when you pass away?
knowing my luck I'll be in a long line of people
only to be told your in the wrong place so go away!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Too Late To Say Sorry

“Let me in, ” said the man as he rattled the gates.
“Go away; ” said Peter, “you’re not welcome here.”
“Let me in I say, ” said the angry man once more.
“Move on you’re causing a queue, ” said someone near.

“Shut your mouth, ” said the man rattling the gates.
“Go away; ” said Peter, “you’re wasting my time.”
“Hey you, the one with the mouth holding up the queue
you belong in hell with the rest of your kind.”

“I’m not going to hell, ” said the man at the gate.
“You have no choice the gates aren’t open to you.”
“I admit I was evil once, but that was before I died
I’ve changed and I want to start anew.”

“Your fate’s been decided, ” said a voice from behind,
“You may as well accept what’s coming to you.
You have to pay the price for the evil you’ve done
and there’s no way to escape what’s due.”

“Why won’t you listen to a man that’s made mistakes?
I’ve admitted my guilt although a little bit late,
no one deserves an eternity of pain and torment.”
He then slowly disappeared to seal his fate.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Fire, Fire! The Earth Is On Fire!

Fire, fire! The earth’s on fire!
Pass me a bucket and join the queue
if you don’t then things will get dire.
The savannah, the Hague and the few
polar bears will soon be gone.
‘Where are the fire engines you ask? ’
Well every time you or I do a bucket run
a CEO can buy himself another cask
of vintage Burgundy and his wife a gold locket
because he owns the rights to all the buckets.

poem by Blogging Paper
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Let Alone...

Let alone my pain and distress
The hope lost at the toss of a coin
Let alone the uncertain progress
The queue of optimism I'll always join

Let alone my unsung achievements
That which remain hidden from all
Let alone my character's content
I shall lend my hands to all

Let alone the pain of the helpless child
Who takes a home to be the street
Let alone my being so mild
The situations are subject to perfectibility

Let alone my joy, my dream, my love
The light, that my heart so desires
Let alone your wish, or His above
Life will be all about you and I.

poem by hakam Abubakar
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How Kin Ye No Get a Single Fish in a Glezga Chippie?

'Can I just have a single fish? i.e. just ONE, not TWO? '
This simplest dietary wish, was holding up the queue.
'Am sorry, a single fish is aye two! Are you friggin' huvvin' a laugh?
Even if ye huv a simple Fish Supper, ye're still getting one and a half! '
'But two fish is too much fur me' said Anetta, 'The fat joost goes straight tay ma hips.
One and a half wi' nay batter is better, but I really don't want any chips'
The queue was soon catching that trouble was hatching.
The hungry man's patience could not see the joke.
'Oi missis, if this is whit huzs yer brain scratching,
buy the single, eat wan, 'n leave wan in the poke! '
Unflustered, she mustered another suggestion, 'Hauf a single? ' the strange request came.
'Oh fur God's sake...Aw right, anythin' else ya wee $hite? '
'Aye! Ma wee brother here, wants the same! '

poem by Hola Mentirosa
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World's Slope

Try to solve the mystery
Go through world's history
And discover the clue
That's hidden in queue
And try to find the reply
And answers of the WHY
That come as to us in hope
Slipping through world's slope
And know that it is true
And hard to find the hue
That's hidden in an hour
That show us day's power
And tell us how to survive
In each moment of life
And now to discover clue
That is hidden in queue
Go through world's history
To solve this world's mystery.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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W F L (Vince Clarke Remix)

I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of jean.
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin' back ..

song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Wrote For Luck

I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of jean.
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin' back ...

song performed by by Happy Mondays
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~ OLoLoLouuud! ! ! ~

~ OLoLoLouuud! ! ! ~

Ms. Nivedita
UK
18 March 18,2012

Am I: ~

A form without a from?

OR

A from without form?

OR

Mosaic?

OR

None?

Then what I'm?

by Jove: ~
I'm unmistakably
Weeny Wisdom
Unmanifested yet.

Without queue quandary
Solicit ev'ry plausive punditry.

Till then in Uranus
Join Uzume
In chorus
OLoLoLouuud! ! !

Pliss! ! !

===
Glossary: With humility I'm giving what I tried to express:

Uzume: The Japanese Goddess of cheerfulness &c.
~~~
Copyright reserved by author.

poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Exodus

Theyre sending back pictures from saturn and mars
Maybe this will be our new home
Well we seem to have messed up
And we must look to the stars
Our paradise we seem to have outgrown
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Well weve been much too greedy
Wanting too much to fast
But we have to say we are what we are
Well the trees and the plants and the animals have gone
Long ago
Used to be real air to breath, they say so
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for new life
Anyway its too late for what might have been
Kiss the earth goodbye and get out of here
If theres anybody out there
Hope they havent made the same mistakes
Turning gold into garbage and a banquet into dustcakes
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for new life
Join the line
Put down your name
Get ready for a ride on the exodus plane
Get ready for new life

song performed by by Howard Jones
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That was the crossover line for us, to be able to play that many shows, sell them out real quick and have that tribe queue up outside and still be a mystery to everybody else.

quote by Peter Garrett
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