Nightmare New Record Arctic Summer Ice Melt
face of sweat masks
raw temperature changes
humanity hinges
upon uncharted temperature ranges
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nightmare New Record Arctic Summer Ice Melt Erodes
face of sweat masks
dire new eroded realities
raw temperature changes
humanity hinges
upon ice void uncharted seas
hot temperature ranges
global melt weather wind shifts
spits warns cyclic devastation floods
drought disaster spectral changes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
Yeah... 101 when we... kiss and dance
102 honey... for a late night romance
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
When I see her comin\'... down the street
I be the fever giver... high to the beat
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
My baby gimme high temperature
My baby gimme high temperature
97... 98 is just a... false alarm
My temperature 105 when I hold her... in my arms
103... 4 and 5... it get to hot to stay alive
song performed by by Aerosmith
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It doesn't make a difference what temperature a room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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It doesn't matter what temperature the room is, it's always room temperature.
quote by Steven Wright
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Error in diagnose
The princess ran high temperature.
Some applied sandal paste.
Some let in cool breeze
And the one hummed her to sleep.
It was a moonlit night.
Nevertheless, subsided
Not but rose her temperature.
It is a lovelorn fever.
Lover only can heal her heat
08.10.99
[Based on a Tamil song of 2000 years old]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One Way Or The Other
When someone over compensates,
With an opinion...
That is stated to instigate.
And stirs to irritation...
Both discomfort and continued debate!
And all that is wished...
Is someone who is willing to give and take.
In a relationship that begins not ends,
In a bottomless abyss...
Unforgiving and not able to bend,
With a mending!
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
Or...
A releasing of the beast inside that feeds the heat!
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
When someone over compensates,
With an opinion...
That is stated to instigate.
And stirs to irritation...
Both discomfort and continued debate!
And all that is wished...
Is someone who is willing to give and take.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heat theory of emotions!
Emotion has the temperature,
That can go higher and lower,
In the presence of the loved and the loving,
The temperature and pressure are regular,
The palpitation gives the pleasure,
The legs floats softly in the delightful air,
All mistakes of any kind look pettier,
The love spring is active with sprinkler,
The noisy atmosphere may be quieter,
When the emotional temperature is higher,
A small provoking will increase the pressure,
The hearts pound quicker than ever,
The emotion will reach the boiling point,
To whistle not stop if it is kept in a kettle,
To spill over if it is kept in the open container,
To scald the human mercilessly with the steamer,
Dissipating the heat and pressure,
will save us from being an abuser or a loser.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Sticky and Wet
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
A temperature rising,
Is not welcomed in one's home.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
A temperature rising,
Is wished to be left alone.
Yes Summer is a bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
Sticky and wet,
Is not what one condones.
And Summer is a bummer,
When the air conditioner is gone.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet.
Sticky and wet...
When humidity makes one moan.
Yes a humid Summer,
Can be a big bummer.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Prisoner
the afternoon
sun shines upon
a row of
iron bars
the temperature
has subsided
heads of unknown
men begin to
appear
like shadows of
mushrooms
upon the dark
mouths of caves
they are some
of the questions
still unanswered
by the
claim that there
is justice
in humanity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Here
lots of sunshine
in my place of
running hills
temperature rises
at 37 degrees
sweat like dew
on the grass in
my forehead
sliding to my
cheek
under the shade
of the Java Plum Tree
i lick jack fruit flavored
Popsicle.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Miracle Finger Nail Life Toe Hold Nuked
mangroves child miracles finger nail life
growing in fold sea margins saline coastal
in sediments hostile habitats thrive embed
life intertidal existence trees salt adapted
represents major limitation to claw species
able flows thrives in kiss cool wave embraces
high tide brings in salt water time tide recedes
solar evaporation binds toxic salt seawater in soils
leads increases in salinity till return of tide flushes
out salt concentrated soils restores salinity levels
comparable to surge ocean seawater communities
bake low tide organisms exposed sharp increases
in temperature rake desiccation then cooled flooded
by sea tide sweep plants animals to survive tolerates
intertidal salinity temperature moisture broad ranges
life limited by extreme key environmental factors
only a select few species survive mangrove habitats
when humanity nukes fertile landscapes scorpions
crawl over click radiation unaffected bask in suns
bursting nuclear years wait out ice nuclear winters
solid frozen for years in ice at thaw happily breathes
wonders opportunity new world with cockroaches
insecticide death dealing humanity hate consumed
but a blip life bubble burst scorpions cockroaches
rise up enduring man comet strikes in ages millions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Forgetting
I have been having a lot of heat
While at rest or moving, I thought
I could be rich just by selling
The energy in the market hungry
The heat was restless rising temperature
Was I suffering from fever?
Whatever it was, when ever I sat down
To count would be amount in the account
With a pen and paper, surprisingly
I feel very cold suddenly,
Relieved but feel very uneasy
As I lost the would be money
I could not sell; I could not change my destiny!
What a pity! It is all the forgetting to blame
If I would not have forgotten, I could be a rich
But would be a mad man, which one I would be
Preferred rich or mad? The temperature is rising again
Not due to heat this time but for the thought
My life is in serious crisis as in the desert or drought.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Tribal Dance
Key:-a - anita r - ray
R: come on. check it out, yall
A: come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
R: check it out! the tribal dance!
(say that again? )
R: feel the force, this is your chance
To get control and do the tribal dance
People started dancing a long time ago
The bass was fast, but then again it was slow
Soul, house, hip-hop and blues
It doesnt really matter which music you choose
Start up a dance this is your chance
To come with me and do the tribal dance!
A: youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
R: it started with a tribe who discovered the vibe
Who moved to the rhythm just the way they liked
You hear the treble, you hear the bass
The r-a-y, yeah is on the case
Feel the fire, feel the flame
Do your thing now, dont be ashamed
I have to go now no offense
Ive hooked you up into the tribal dance!
A: get it into it!
Get into it!
Get into the trance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
A: youve got to do the tribal dance!
R: check it out! cmon! take your chance!
Check it out! cmon! take your chance!
Check it out! cmon! take your chance!
A: tribal dance!
R: tribal dance, tribal dance!
A: yeah! oh!
R: tribal dance! tribal dance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
A:youve got to move it feel the temperature
Into the rythym let the fire burn
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance
the tribal dance!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Nothing To Fear
Hey neighbor let me give you some advice
The russians are about to pulverize us
In our sleep tonight
That is if the crazy arabs
Or the riots don't get us first
And the fire will rain down from the sky
The fire will rain down from the sky
People will die--people will die
People will die--people will die
But go ahead sleep tight in your beds
Remember what the wise man said
Chorus
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear nothing to fear
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
There's nothing to fear (but fear itself)
And the temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now
The temperature's starting to drop now . . .
Hey little girl won't you come this way
Won't you let me buy you candy or perhaps a chocolate shake
Or perhaps some nice cocaine or perhaps a little kiss
Or perhaps a ride in my big car
Perhaps a ride in my big car
Won't you make an old man happy
Won't you make an old man happy
Won't you let me show you paradise
(don't ask your mother for advice)
Chorus
If they don't turn you into a junkie or a zombie on the street
If they don't turn you into a yo-cat or a grinning jesus freak
If they don't take away your brains or turn your body inside out
If they don't take away your passion with a color tv set
They'll take away your heart and soul
They'll take away your heart and soul
They'll take away your heart and soul
Don't let them take away your heart and soul
But remember what the wise man said
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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You Give Me Fever
Hey Baby
I think I caught your Bug
Ever since you touched me, Oh
Baby, I’m burning up
I’ve got the sweaty palms
You gave me a hazy sight
The attractions just too strong
Oh, You give me
Butterflies
You Give Me Fever
All through the night
Take my temperature, Oh
You make me flame inside
You Give Me Fever
Oh No Baby, you’re just too much
Help me tame this fire
Cause baby it’s burning up
Hey Baby
You make me lose control
You make me create so much heat
Baby, I could melt the snow
Your kiss makes my body melt
Your voice makes my heart race
I never imagined Hell
Could be such a wonderful place
Hey Baby
You make my heart sing
Give me something Icy, Oh
Boy, I’m sizzling
You’ve caught my attention
Oh, this lava love
I’m crisp to your affection
Baby, You boil my blood
You Give Me Fever
All through the night
Take my temperature, Oh
You make me flame inside, Boy
You Give Me Fever
Oh No Baby, you’re just too much
Help me tame this fire
Cause baby I'm burning up
Take my temperature
I feel I can melt a pot
You make me such a Disaster, Cause
Honey, You’re so Hot
You’ve got that Spicy scent
You make hit the floor
Your jalapeño lips, Oh Baby
I don’t know if I can take much more
You light my world
With you, I don’t need the sun
So Contagious, so hard to bare
Oh, Boy you burn me up
poem by Sugar Bear
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You walk off the plane in Rio, and your blood temperature goes up. The feel of the wind on your face, the water on your skin, the taste of the food, the music, the sexuality; Brazilians are very comfortable in their sexuality.
quote by Amy Irving
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When the audience comes in, it changes the temperature of what you've written.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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As the temperature drops, the need for heating oil goes up.
quote by Christopher Dodd
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Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.
quote by Corrie Ten Boom
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A Puppy Kind of Hopeless
When she hung up the receiver...
I heated to a temperature fever.
My friends all told me I should leave her.
But I believed,
Come what may on that day...
She and I stayed in love.
A puppy kind..
Of hopeless love.
But all I got to receive was deceit.
And she could rattle a fanatical in me.
If she wanted to flaunt it!
Knowing she had my nose open.
Still I kept all possibilities high.
Hoping.
I had a need to be that type of guy!
So hard I tried.
When she hung up the receiver...
I heated to a temperature fever.
My friends all told me I should leave her.
But I believed,
Come what may on that day...
She and I stayed in love.
A puppy kind..
Of hopeless love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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