Notes On A Billboard
The billboards are atwitter,
Shaking in the wind
As if they had Parkinson's—
Colorful pictures placate
Passing drivers, comfortable
In their leather, reclining seats
To God knows where—
Who knows where God is?
He's advertised right there,
Up in the sky
Above a church
With valet parking and high-definition
Televisions side-scrolling Biblical slogans:
What would Jesus do?
Come and find out, we'll tell you
(Because a dead man can't
And you can't tell yourself
The billboards glitter
Like the sea-washed, sand-polished
Treasures that erode over time—
They peel at the edges,
Revealing what was loved yesterday,
But disappearing now in the fade
Of saturated sun-light.
We're letting the American dream
Soak in appropriated yellow,
But its transfarred cloud data
Still congeals in the shadow of pop culture
(Until we cover it up again
OR
TEAR IT
FROM THE
WALL
ALLOWING FOR EMPTY SPACE,
A waste of space,
A waste of time,
A distraction that diverts the attention
Of autopiloting drivers
Into a puddle of images—
(Hydroplaning
On misinformation, sliding
Into the light-post
Where the electricity jolts into their legs,
So they walk away from
Where they walk into
Walking backwards in forward absentia
Saudering the plaster megalomania
Of hedonism and luxury.
God bless the both of me.
That you provide for me.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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For millions of ghettos
Maimed mulattos
And chained helots
Came he like a soothing zephyr
As a balm of Gilead
For the Apartheid breeds
And for those green eyed
Who call him parvenu with hatred
He is a whirlwind
An ominous portent
Watchout those shaking billboards
“No entry for dogs and blacks”
Falling one after another with dread
Rising up are new hoardings
Flaunting new hopes and confidence
Usherd in a man in Black and White
Promising colorful days in prospect
For one and all with equal respect
Obama is his name
Reform is his aim
poem by Sathya Narayana
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According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.
quote by Mark Tobey
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I Hate Women Drivers!
I hate women drivers!
Why, can they not park?
Near the kerb?
Not anywhere
With no regards!
I hate women drivers!
Especially in the dark
They put on their blinkers
Because, they can not see.
The problem, is neither can we!
I hate women drivers!
How they love to drive fast
Only for school runs
Then they cruise all day long
I hate women drivers!
Do they believe?
That the traffic lights are stops
To make phone calls
For their daily needs
I hate women drivers!
Can they see there are lines in the road?
They signify lanes
You should only drive in one
Not in all 3!
I hate women drivers!
They stop at zebra crossings
Because they feel this is the time
To speak to their friends and catch up
What feels like an hour long!
I hate women drivers
Oh, I wish men
Will stop shouting
THIS AT ME!
poem by Sarwah OseiTutu
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I went from a guy, kind of a working actor, a supporting player, to magazine covers and being offered the studio pictures really quickly. Nobody was comfortable with it. I wasn't really comfortable with it.
quote by David Caruso
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Pictures Of You
Pictures of you
Its just pictures of you, through the bedroom door
With that sly little grin, says you want it some more
But theres people around, and they dont look so nice
Tell me why dont they move, this has happened before
This has happened before
Its just pictures of you
In darkness
Pictures of you
Id been sleeping for hours,
When you came to my house
Youd been lost in a crowd, said you had to get out
You were covered with tears and you said you were sad
So you wanted to play
Yes, you wanted to play
Well you touched me and smiled, as you let yourself go
Oh, but something was wrong, cause your touch was so cold
Like youd been in the ground and you asked if you could
Stay
And I said no!
Its just pictures of you
In darkness
(pictures of you)
In that lovely white dress, oh your skin was so white
With the moon in your eyes, on that cold winter night
When your lips were so soft, that I though they would
Melt,
And the sound of your breath and the way that you felt
And I said yes
And I said yes
Its just pictures of you with a knife in your hand
With a rose in your teeth lying nude in the sand
Its just pictures of you, standing high on a cliff
With the wind in your hair, and a smile on your lips
And your eyes were so wild, when you started to laugh
Blending in with the wind, sounded just like a scream
Why do pictures of you
Come to me when I dream
In darkness
Pictures of you
Pictures of you
Pictures of you
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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In Love with the Wind
The wind blows on
to every horizon
passing through the earth
where it could be heard
Here comes a flower
in its flourishing
the spirit of the wind
soaking in every inch of its living
Shaking and trembling
the flower nearly stops breathing
Screaming and shouting
the flower rebels from its rooting
Struggling against its origin
the flower dreams to fly away
to be free,
gone with the wind
But the wind is gone,
leaving the flower alone,
scattered like a fragile bone
until its days are gone
poem by Anggie Servian
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They Have Struck The Motherlode
Few can placate by folly.
With an appeasing done,
To quench and finalize...
What arises that may disturb.
However...
Those who are comedic,
May succeed temporarily.
But the ones gifted,
With psychiatry as a profession...
May find today,
They have struck the motherlode...
Of unending fortune.
With appointments to have folks laid out,
On leather couches forever.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music thumped out of the minibus taxi rank
Music thumped out of the minibus taxi rank
with a few indigenous females dancing
bare chest with whopping breasts
shaking along with the beat
with sweat glistening on their
half-naked bodies
and some of taxi drivers grinned
at the maids of their harem
displaying their wares
to the stares of passing
European men
and Japanese foreigners
with flashing cameras
and they clapped their hands to the beat.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Gates Of Paradise
I'm in school staring out the window,
The school gates open, almost telling me
With words to just go, walk out,
Be as free as speech.
Cars cruise along,
Engines quiet and hoarse,
Drivers sunk into soft leather seats
Having a nice day.
I wish that was me right now.
Then partners stroll along,
Hands clasped tight,
May be walking in no real direction but
Having a nice day.
I wish that was me right now.
I'm halfway through the day,
But it has only begun.
If time was a plane, it would be in a hangar,
Still, not flying.
In the end though, I think of
The silver lining in a cloud.
The suffering of school
Brings beauty in life.
School will turn on the flashing lights
Of that airport landing strip,
Lead me in the direction of
Flying freely out of them school gates,
And through the gates of paradise.
There isn't a coliseum any more, but the city is a bigger bowl, and it seats more people. The razor-sharp claws aren't those of wild animals but man's can be just as sharp and twice as vicious. You have to be quick, and you have to be able, or you become one of the devoured, and if you can kill first, no matter how and no matter who, you can live and return to the comfortable chair and the comfortable fire. But you have to be quick. And able. Or you'll be dead.
quote by Mickey Spillane
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Who Has Seen the Wind?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Blonde in the Red Leather Booth
I was sitting in Katz Delicatessen
waiting for Sam to arrive,
when this blonde with her date
made their entrance.
They took seats in a booth on the side.
You know I'm not given to gossip
but I couldn't not hear if I tried.
They were speaking of sexual matters,
all about faked orgasms and lies.
The Blonde started bucking and shaking,
moving her head side to side.
She muttered God's name in her frenzy,
pretending her Lovers inside.
The booth smelled of sex and red leather
The Petite-Mort faked with great pride.
I muttered' I'll have what she's having.'
to the waitress who stood by my side.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Midsummer New York
Wake up in the morning, my hands cold in fear.
And midsummer new york my heart shakes in terror.
My heart, my hands, my legs, my mind,
Evrything I touch is shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Wake up in the morning, my beds wet in sweat.
And midsummer new york, scream in the mirror.
And the door, and the chairs, and the floor, and the ceiling,
Evrything you see is aching, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
And you shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Wake up in the morning, my minds dried up in pain.
Midsummer new yorks waiting for the rain.
The window, the trees, the park, the sun,
The whole world s shaking, is shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Shake, oh, shake, oh, shake,
Shake, oh, shake, shake.
Aching, aching, aching, aching, aching,
Oh, its aching, aching, aching, oh, aching,
Aching, aching, oh, its aching, aching, oh, oh.
Shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake!
Shake, oh, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake.
Shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake, shake.
Ooh, oh, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aching, oh, oh, aching, aching, aching, aching.
Shake, shake, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shaking, ooh, oh, shaking, oh, shake,
Oh, oh, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Oh, oh, shaking, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake,
Shake!
Oh, oh, oh, shake, shake.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Midsummer New York
Wake up in the morning, my hands cold in fear.
And midsummer new york my heart shakes in terror.
My heart, my hands, my legs, my mind,
Evrything I touch is shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Wake up in the morning, my beds wet in sweat.
And midsummer new york, scream in the mirror.
And the door, and the chairs, and the floor, and the ceiling,
Evrything you see is aching, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
And you shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Wake up in the morning, my minds dried up in pain.
Midsummer new yorks waiting for the rain.
The window, the trees, the park, the sun,
The whole world s shaking, is shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, oooh.
Shake, oh, shake, oh, shake,
Shake, oh, shake, shake.
Aching, aching, aching, aching, aching,
Oh, its aching, aching, aching, oh, aching,
Aching, aching, oh, its aching, aching, oh, oh.
Shaking, shaking,
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake!
Shake, oh, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake.
Shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake, shake.
Ooh, oh, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, aching, oh, oh, aching, aching, aching, aching.
Shake, shake, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Shaking, ooh, oh, shaking, oh, shake,
Oh, oh, shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking,
Oh, oh, shaking, shake, shake, shake, shake,
Shake, shake, shake,
Shake!
Oh, oh, oh, shake, shake.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I Am A Fish!
I dream of sea
deep beautiful blue sea
I am a fish, a colorful fish
that's what I wish
I dream of water
dancing with the waves
to be a colorful fish
that's my wish!
I dream of wind
touching softly the sea
taking me, the colorful fish
deep deep under the sea!
I dream of love
you being a fish like me
that is all what I wish, dear sea
to be a fish, happy and free!
poem by Arta Krasniqi
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The Wind.
Who has seen the wind?
Of course, neither you nor I!
It's weak or strong
No body sees its appearance
Who has seen the wind?
Of course, neither I nor you!
Only feel trees are shaking,
I know the wind is passing through.
There are some winds called typhoon.
The residents are afraid when it's coming.
People most fear about the tornados mostly.
Everything’s being terribly pulled up to the sky.
It brings three days raining if a typhoon passed.
Therefore I don’t think they are too hateful.
There will be some affection when wind is coming.
It may bring us happiness or sadness.
Do you love the wind?
I love spring wind kisses on my face;
it is so soft like a lady’s touch.
I love autumn wind blows on fruit trees;
it brings the fruit’s smell to my nose.
Do you hate the wind?
My heart might be broken if it’s too strong.
I pray God lets lovely wind blowing.
I wish bad wind never causes harmful again.
Pray for people get help from the wind;
No body hates wind for the whole year;
I hope get more love from the wind.
Hope every body loves them as the friends.
poem by Albert Wong
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I'm not as surprised in going from playing 1,000 seats to 4,000 seats as I was from 100 to 500 seats.
quote by John Mayer
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Standing passengers in grief!
Bus travel,
Many commuters sleep in comfortable seats,
Standing passengers in grief!
Overload beyond capacity,
Bus negotiating the uphill,
Engine struggles!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Who Has Seen The Wind?
Original lyrics by christina rossetti (1830 - 1894)
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i.
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i.
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Oh, wind, wind,
Wind, wind, wind.
Who has seen enough?
Only me and john.
But when a smile goes round the world
Our love is catching on.
Oh, smile, smile,
Smile, smile, smile.
Who has seen your dream?
Only you and him.
But when the world gets bright and clear
You know that we were there.
Oh, world, world,
World, world, world.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Nothin' Shakin'
I tried to find out
What love is all about,
And every day
It sure lets out.
I see my baby
I get week in my knees.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees.
My pappie told me
There'd be times like these.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees.
We meet the gang
And go to rocking joes.
The cats are something
On the heels and toes.
I grab my baby,
Tried to give her a squeeze.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees.
Why must she be
Such a doggone tease?
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees.
She's got a way
That makes me act like a fool.
Spent my money,
Then she plays me cool.
I beg her for kisses
On my bended knees.
Oh won't you give me
Some loving, baby,
Please please please.
Though i keep trying hard
To make her mine,
One day the wind will blow
And the sun will shine.
Till that time
She puts my heart at ease.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
She locked my heart
And threw away the keys.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees, yeah.
She's got a way
That makes me act like a fool.
Spent my money,
Then she plays me cool.
I'm begging her for kisses
On my bended knees.
Oh won't you give me
Some of your loving, baby,
Please please please.
Though i keep trying hard
To make her mine,
One day the wind will blow
And the sun will shine.
Till that time
She puts my heart at ease.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
She locked my heart
And threw away the keys.
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
There's nothing shaking
But the leaves on the trees
song performed by by Beatles
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