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Bituminous?

The hard coal's called bituminous,
Or is that anthracite?
Stalactites grow down from caves,
Or do I mean stalagmites?
Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
No - wait - they might be cumulus.
And that kid who was raised by wolves -
Was he Remus - or Romulus?
The brothauruses ate no meat.
Does that mean they're carnivorous?
Or were they brontosauruses
And were they herbivorous?
A camel is a pachyderm -
Or do I mean dromedary?
Is this match inflammable?
I thought it was incendiary.
Octagons - no hexagons -
No, heptagons have seven sides.
And don't spray fruit with pesticides -
Or do I mean insecticides?
If I can see right through a thing,
Is it transparent - or translucent?
These are just some of the things
I find confusing...or confuscent.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Silvery Cloud

Her scholastic life set out
When she was enough old
Scalloped marge of a figure
She learnt it as a cloud

Cirrus it shaped
Fairly then up a height
Each day slender it whorled
Along her way white

Her heart afterward bore
Joy-cumulus of her emotional youth
High as the clouds high did she score
Amassed beauty cumulus all truth

Up and down in wedlock ocean
Stood she apart like a beacon-light
Tenebrous stratus or nimbus
She defied it as a nought

So does a nimbus in new ring
So did she swing and spring

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Territorial Pissings

{intro thing}
When I was a little lad
Coal trains were not built yet
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Never met a wise man
If so its a woman
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Just because youre paranoid
Dont mean theyre not after you
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait
Gotta find a way
I better wait
I better wait

song performed by by Nirvana
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Territorial Pissings

song performed by by Nirvana
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Horace, Seventh Epode

Whither, whither, reckless Romans,
Are you rushing, sword in hand?
Has not yet the blood of brothers,
Fully stained the sea and land?

Not that raging conflagration
Should o’er fallen Carthage play;
Not that the unconquered Briton
Should descend the sacred way.

"Rome," exclaims the joyful Parthian,
"Ruin for herself prepares;
Wolves with wolves are never savage,
Lion lion never tears."

Is this fury? is it madness?
Speedy answer I demand;
Foolish, blinded, guilty Romans,
Silent, stupefied you stand. [590]

Thus ’tis fated, blood of brothers
Must atone for brothers’ guilt,
Since the blood of injured Remus
Romulus in anger spilt.

poem by James Clerk Maxwell
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The Camel

The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary , two;
Or else the other way around.
I'm never sure. Are you?

poem by Ogden Nash
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An Island Cave

then there is this island which we brave
even with a storm

the boat is small like a leaf
the waves bigger than houses

and we are so silent afraid in the middle of
this confusion

we arrive there with relief as we sit
on a rock mountain

and then we are called to get inside
this island cave
of glistening stalactites and stalagmites

water as clear as air and cold as ice
lapped our feet and the sound of
slush is sweet as a call of

a beautiful maiden wanting to be hugged.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Throw Them Back To The Wolves

Throw them back to the wolves.
The ones released from cellblock envy.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Those who love their crime defined.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Those who break laws all the time.
With nothing but 'bling' on their minds.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Trouble makers showing butt.
Groom to believe they should give it up.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Victims of their own disguises.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Raised on 'rap' and packing 'heat'.
Dimmed with wit is their destiny...
This was how they were raised to be.

Detoxed and recovered.
From baubles, beads and bangles hanging.
Some don't want to have another...
Victimizing chain of gold,
To prove to anyone they're bold.

Leaving streets to the others.
Those who choose to do their 'thing'
From swagger punted schoolyard swings...
And learning from demented idols.
Who could care less who is destressed.

Throw them back to the wolves.
Boo doo doo boo doo boo boo doo.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Boo doo boo doo boo do boo do!
Throw them back to the wolves.
Boo doo doo boo doo boo boo doo.
Throw them back to the wolves.
Boo doo boo doo boo do boo do!

Throw them back to the wolves.
That's the way they'll always like it.
With the others in cellblocks...
Locked out!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eric The Brick

Eric the Brick and his good friend
Bob the Block had a problem;
both were in love with Molly Mortar.
Each one wanted to impress her,
but neither knew what to buy.
Each thought of many things,
but everything they thought of
on Molly’s finger slipped through.
Each tried to think of an idea to impress her,
but neither could think of a thing.
They took their problem to Sally Sand
and asked her what they could do.
As Sally slipped through the sieve,
she that they should go
and either see Celia Cement or Winifred Water.
Celia could not help them,
but Winifred suggested they get her a Bactrian
and then the two of them could ride away
together into the desert sunset.
Bill the Block then said, “Hey what about me? ”
Winifred then suggested they get a Humphrey,
and then all three of you could ride
together into the desert sunset.
“But what is a Humphrey? ”
It is a very rare camel,
one you do not often see.
It has three humps
where the Bactrian has only two.
Eric the Brick and Bob the Block
looked and looked everywhere
but could not find
anything that resembled a Humphrey.
The moral of this story is
that some things are impossible to find
and a three-humped camel called a Humphrey
just happens to be one of them.

21 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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The Separation And The Freedom

when she finally decides to leave him
he thought that the world ends

there is no pain like this
he talks to the mouth inside his chest

when will this chaos leave him?
he asks the wind and the rain

he walks upon the grass spreading free on the gentle hills
he rests under the forest trees and

spends a lot of his time talking to the full moon
till it is eaten by the dark sky

he sleeps in caves and makes alliances with
the stalactites and the stalagmites

he eats the worms and borrowed some drops
of the honey from the bees

he talks to the trees and the clouds and worships the sun
and has become a part of this universe

he becomes strong like the rock and stands tall
conquering his pain like the cliff

then the right season has come for him
to fly for he has grown wings and traces his roots

to the genealogy of birds, he is finally free
at the end, the gods free him from the pains of his humanity

his love unrequited has died.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Concept of the Death

What is death? Why is it? Who causes it?
Living things are animated objects.
The dead are so when unanimated.
Cessation of animation is death.

Who terminates the animation:
The soul or the body? Neither of them.
The soul leaves not that the body decays.
The body decays not that the soul leaves.

Neither the body nor the soul promotes
The death nor do they desert each other.
They together succumb to the pressure
Exerted by the force present outside

Death happens when the matters break down
By accidents of the external force,
Or when they weaken from the external stress
Or when they are eaten by the predators.

The flame is to burn till the matter lasts,
The life is to run till the body lasts.
The flame is to die with no more matter.
The life is to cease with no more addition.

Degraded and disintegrated
By saprophytes at different stages,
The dead matters turn basic elements
And settle as inorganic matters.

The elements add to the growth of plants,
Plants to the growth of the herbivorous
And the herbivorous to the carnivorous
With the participation of the life force.

The drive of the life force is to survive
Against the pressure of the external force
The life force builds up the matter in growth
And when it could not, it dies with the matter

The plants and animals form a network
Trough which runs the life force, which is the soul,
Whose drive is to feed, grow and procreate.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XIX: Fruits

grow the fruit till it's big enough
grow the fruit till the color turns red
grow the fruit till it smells good
grow the fruit to be cooked
don't be tricked of what is edible
a beautiful fruit can be sour
a big fruit can be raw
a delicious fruit can be poison
a cooked fruit can be forbidden
be careful of what is edible

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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End Bug Spray Pollution

I have a solution to
All of the bug spray pollution.
Yes, the pesticides that slowly
Kill you and I.

It’s called diatomaceous earth,
try it yourself,
It’s more than it’s worth.
Go to www.earthworkshealth.com

Buy it today before it’s
all gone.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ruben Remus

(by j.r. robertson and r. manuel)
Wrote a letter this mornin,
Put it in your hat,
cause no one to read it
And I know you knew that.
I bought a joke, a trick or two,
Just to bring and show you,
Caught ya with the trickster too.
Sometimes I wonder how ya knew
A hypnotist, fancytalker,
Ruben remus aint no doctor
I knew the man and tried to remember
Just where it was that Id seen his face.
Long ago, in a movie show,
He was like that man singin bass.
Knew him by his nursry rhyme:
The story of the rabbit man.
Fell right in and said to him:
Id like to help you if I can.
I know the film would only shock ya,
Ruben remus aint no doctor!
He only needed what you had,
Asked for nothing more,
Said hed like to take you on,
But its been done before.
You couldnt see hes a travelin man
And he cannot take your hand.
Its very hard to understand
Why his songs were never banned.
Guess the man would never knock ya,
Ruben remus aint no doctor!
No one seen ya since hes been gone,
Its been a day, maybe more.
I took a walk in your yard
And knocked on your back door.
Why dont you let me in?
Im not the man who did ya in.
Is mr. remus still your friend?
You say you dont remember him.
Turn me down, would ya?
Well, Ive got news for you.
Turn me down would ya,
Cant ya tell
Im gonna change your mind before im... trough...

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Trying

Could you let down your hair
And be transparent for a while
Just a little while
See if your human after all
Honesty is a hard attribute to find
When we all want to seem like we've got it all figured out
I may be the first to say that I don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers
And god I pretend like I do just
Trying to find my way
Trying to find my way the best that I know how

Well I haven't memorized all the cute things to say
But I'm working on it
Maybe I'll master this art for today
I'd I qoute all the line off the top of my head
And you'd be
I dont understand all of these things Ive read
I'm just trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
Trying to find my way the best that I know how

Well I havent drawn it or figured out quite yet
But even if it takes my whole life
To get to where I need to be
And if I should fall to the bottom of the end
I'll be one step back to you
I'm trying to find my way
Trying to find my way
Oh

song performed by by Lifehouse from Dile Al Sol
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The Real Thing Comes Our Way

Some people have to wait
nearly a lifetime
for the perfect partner,
while others wait a short time
then find it straight away.
We all know it
when the real thing comes our way.
The world is no longer a mystery;
we seem to float on a cloud
when love surrounds us.
We want to shout it loud
to let everyone know that after waiting
the real thing has come our way.
The sun is no longer hid by dark clouds;
instead, it smiles at us each day.
The world seems a special place
when the real thing comes our way.
Everyone seems to be smiling
never a frown in sight.
We dance on fluffy clouds
nothing can mar us now.
Everyday is a beautiful day
when the real thing comes our way.

22 March 2009

poem by David Harris
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I Froze Up (live From Webcast)

I Froze Up Lyrics
You're the light wiping out my batteries
You're the cream in my airport-coffees
I don't know why I stick with you
If I had a choice
Like lambs into the slaughter
Like cows to the storm above
You're the Genie of my lamp
I could have in anyone
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
Like this...
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
If you try to strangle the skylark
Try to cut it up, to see how it works
Stalactites and stalagmites
Rows of never open doors
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
Coz one day I froze up
I did...

song performed by by Radiohead
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Off To Cebu and Puerto Prinsesa

the idea is that
we need to slow down
to earn

we set aside what is fast
they won't love us for that

the turtles, look, they
always have those sleepy eyes

we love the burden of age
at their backs

the excitement of savoring
minute with minutes

so off we all go
to the queen city of the south

to the seventh wonder of the world
slow, so slow

are the stalactites and
stalagmites their meeting set upon

the dripping rain
the stillness of the pool within

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk On Water

I met a magic man,
who had a daughter
She learned her lessons well,
but still i taught her
She followed willingly,
as lambs to slaughter
We shared forbiden fruits,
and things i brought her
You may say i'm a miracle mannequin,
Here i come with my mystical plan again,
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I followed willingly,
a sweet temptation
She had me hypnotized,
and still i'm waiting
My dromedary dreams
as wet as oceans
With sand dunes bearing seeds
she set in motion
You may say i'm a cynical charlatan
There i go with my whimsical ways again
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And i don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
Kaliedoscopial eyes
as you look in the mirror
And the long is getting
shorter as the far is now nearer
Are you just a mirror
standing in front of me?
Am i blind,
can my eyes really see?
You may say i'm a miracle mannequin,
Here i come with my mystical plan again,
Although you think i can, i'm just a man
And i don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
I don't walk on water (oh no)
My dromedary dreams
as wet as oceans
With sand dunes bearing seeds
she set in motion
My dromedary dreams
My dromedary dreams
My dromedary dreams

song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Without Looking Back

trees cut down,
without a thought;
rivers fouled,

never looking back.
mountains blown asunder,
and oceans oiled....

nuclear meltdowns,
all captured on facebook.
coal dust fogs,

carbon monoxide clouds....
drilling, pumping, humping
the earth... stealing the skies....

polar ice gone...
fish floating belly up....
pesticides sprayed

over vegetables in condoms....
no, never a thought,
...without looking back!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Deaths and Entrances

On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave
Lions and fires of his flying breath,
Of your immortal friends
Who'd raise the organs of the counted dust
To shoot and sing your praise,
One who called deepest down shall hold his peace
That cannot sink or cease
Endlessly to his wound
In many married London's estranging grief.

On almost the incendiary eve
When at your lips and keys,
Locking, unlocking, the murdered strangers weave,
One who is most unknown,
Your polestar neighbour, sun of another street,
Will dive up to his tears.
He'll bathe his raining blood in the male sea
Who strode for your own dead
And wind his globe out of your water thread
And load the throats of shells
with every cry since light
Flashed first across his thunderclapping eyes.

On almost the incendiary eve
Of deaths and entrances,
When near and strange wounded on London's waves
Have sought your single grave,
One enemy, of many, who knows well
Your heart is luminous
In the watched dark, quivering through locks and caves,
Will pull the thunderbolts
To shut the sun, plunge, mount your darkened keys
And sear just riders back,
Until that one loved least
Looms the last Samson of your zodiac.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Bituminous?

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The Silvery Cloud

Territorial Pissings

Territorial Pissings

Horace, Seventh Epode

The Camel

An Island Cave

Throw Them Back To The Wolves

Eric The Brick

The Separation And The Freedom

The Concept of the Death

Fundamental of Liar Chapter XIX: Fruits

End Bug Spray Pollution

Ruben Remus

Trying

The Real Thing Comes Our Way

I Froze Up (live From Webcast)

Off To Cebu and Puerto Prinsesa

Walk On Water

Without Looking Back

Deaths and Entrances

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