No Baloney Homosapiens
Hey you out there in outer space
You're lookin' at some style and grace
The blood and gutty human race
Well, come on down here to meet us
And all you sightings up there in the sky
Feel free to drop in anytime
Anytime you're just kinda passin' by
And you get the urge that you want to see us
Oh, we're fun and games
Just guys and just dames
But don't call us names
And most of all, please don't eat us
'Cause we're no baloney, homosapiens
We ain't phoney
Oh we're no baloney homsapiens
Listen, just 'cause you got
more ears than eyes
That just gives you more places to cry
And acutely hear all the moans and sighs
Of the relatives of the people
You disintegrated
And don't you say we're easy prey
'Cause buddy, that's the day
Your underestimation will defeat you
But don't worry, we're civilized
And we won't eat you
'Cause we're no baloney, we're homosapiens
We ain't no phoney
Yeah, we're no baloney homosapiens
We're black and white
You're green and blue
Well, we're all right, so are you... I think
My blood's thick red
You bleed black glue
So, let's not bleed at all
Is that all right with you
Yes, we're no baloney, we're homosapiens
We're not phoney
Yeah, we're no baloney homosapiens
Yes, we're no baloney, homosapiens
Take it back with ya
We're no baloney homosapiens
No baloney, homosapiens
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Learning To Live Alone
you lose them. and you do not really mind as they slowly
slip away. friends.
one says i am tactless, and the other complains
that i am subtle in chiding them,
insulting him without his knowing and only then
when he is caught in the midst of friends who laugh at him.
one says i am arrogant, and my superiority is not doing me
any good anyway.
my mistake. i must, they say acknowledge the mistake
of just being myself.
baloney. i do not give a damn now if they are like the stars
united to attack the sheen of my moon
at midnight.
it is enough. i am fed up. i sever what is severe.
i cut the umbilical cord that tries to
tell me what i should be.
baloney. i am different. i am purely myself now.
i walk alone and think about my own thoughts.
i touch no one now and no one touches me.
i am an island. I am learning to be
an island in front of you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Homosapien
I'm the shy boy
You're the coy boy
And you know we're
Homosapien too
I'm the cruiser
You're the loser
Me and you sir
Homosapien too
Homosuperior
In my interior
But from the skin out
I'm Homosapien too
And you're Homosapien too
And we're Homosapiens too
And you're Homosapien too
And the world filled with age are a stage where we act out our lies
And the words in the script seem to fit 'cept we have some surprise
I just want this to last all our dreams dreaming past are all gone
And if this is the case then I'm losing trace from now on
I'm a shy boy
You're a coy boy
And you know we're
Homosapien too
I'm the cruiser
You're the loser
Me and you sir
Homosapien too
Homosuperior
In my interior
But from the skin out
I'm Homosapien too
And you're Homosapien too
And we're Homosapiens too
And you're Homosapien too
And I think of your eyes in the dark and I see the star
When I look to the light and I might wonder right where you are
All the gods in the sky way up high see the earth spinning 'round
But the sun and the moon and the stars are so far from the ground
I'm the cruiser
You're the loser
Homosuperior
In my interior
Yeah I'm the cruiser
You're the loser
I'm the shy boy
You're the coy boy
Yeah I'm a shy boy
I'm a shy boy
Well I'm a shy boy
I'm a shy boy
Shy boy...
Shy boy...
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Alimony
Alimony alimony I work till my fingers are bloody and boney
Me oh my oh goodness sake I'm paying for my mistake
She calls it alimony alimony yeah you single men may think it's funny
Till one of these days you're gonna wake and find you're payin' for your mistake
Pom pom I walk around ragged like a low-down bum
I can't afford to weigh myself or buy a stick of gum
It's the same old story with a little more blues in it
I'm payin' for it while someone else is usin' it
Alimony alimony I thought I bought steak and it was all baloney
My heart and back are both about to break from payin' for my mistake yeah
[ harmonica ]
Yeah I walk around ragged like a low down bum
I can't afford to weigh myself or buy a stick of gum
Why it's the same old story with a little more blues in it
I'm payin' for it while someone else is usin' it
Alimony alimony thought I bought steak and it was just baloney
And every penny that I make goes to payin' for my mistake
Oh yeah payin' for my mistake every Wednesday
Yeah aw come on baby y'know it's your mistake too yeah
They took all the furniture and everything come on
Why maybe we could sorta pitch in and work it out y'know
I mean I could get a third job if that's what you want I mean
What about sellin' my blood y'know
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Teach Me How to Eat
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
More discipline I may be needing.
Teach me how to eat.
More seriousness I may yet miss.
Teach me how to eat.
No medications do I take,
To keep a pace that irritates.
No longer young with dumb ideals.
Teach me how to eat.
I wish a peace that keeps me feeding.
So teach me how to eat.
I see in you more than in some.
The ones who can not overcome.
I see some stumble as others run.
But you,
Know how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Success you've reached and still you seek.
Teach me how to eat...
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice I stay hungry,
Teach me how to eat.
If you notice no baloney,
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
Teach me how to eat.
I'm hungry.
Teach me how to eat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No matter how you slice it, it's still baloney.
No matter how thin you slice it, it's still baloney.
quote by Alfred Emanuel Smith
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Campari Sons.....and Scattershot Daughters.....
on the rocks... fishing for a subliminality.....
ah, baloney.....just make that eclectic squeal....
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.
quote by Fulton J. Sheen
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Baloney is the unvarnished lie laid on so thick you hate it. Blarney is flattery laid on so thin you love it.
quote by Fulton John Sheen
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Terrorism
When will this world be free
From the talons of terrorism?
When will all decree
Equality of every organism?
Every move of the ordinary
Set in fear of Homosapiens...
A jungle's full of harmony
Have animals bettered the humans?
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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In fact a lot of them I think are absolute baloney. Those Charles Olsens and people like that. At first I was interested in seeing what they were up to, what they were doing, why they were doing it. They never moved me in the way that one is moved by true poetry.
quote by Norman MacCaig
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Occupation Of Wall Street
OCCUPATION OF WALL STREET
Thousands protest on NY streets
Corporate media remains quiet
“Tony Baloney” sprays and beats
Attempts provoke people to riot
ROTMS
http: //www.livestream.com/globalrevolution
poem by Ray Lucero
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Platonic Love
do not mistake
the kind of
love that
plato offers
during
his times
you say
platonic
one that
is pure
and free
from lust
one
that merely
gazes
at the other
without
hormonal
considerations
nothing
chemical
but pure
feelings
of being
intimate
and
sweet
i hear
it once
that plato
also loves
boys
and he
must
have called
it
platonic
baloney
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Notification Of The Death Of Alberto
cousin lauro need not complain
about obituaries
i am tired of his myriad pretenses
this time he says he does not know the address
neither the time of the funeral,
baloney, i sent him the notice two days ago
when he said he was in Tacloban attending
to a business meeting, urgent as it was,
now his baby is sick
but alberto's funeral pushes through
in the rain, black umbrellas open
lauro is not here again
perhaps, he is dead, somehow, we wish
for his uncalled for
indifference.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Horse Life
In a horse life.We can play with a burlap feed
bag, an empty milk jug, or chew on the barn stall
door.Just to kill some time, or to kill some every
day bordom.In a horse life.We get names like
Black Beauty, Flicka, Seabiscuit, or Secretariat.
In a horse life.We do tricks like bowing our heads
down, or placing our shoe upon a pedastool.Picking
up the cowboy hat.While tapping our feet rata-tat-tat.
In a horse life.We like a good block of salt.With lots
of minerals, to lick upon.A wholesome bale of hay.To
start off a brand new day.Or a bucket of grain.To keep
us all healthy, fat, and sane.And a fresh bucket of water,
to wash it all down.In a horse life.I could be losing a
horseshoe.While the rider is losing his mind.In a horse
life.We can be a workhorse, a race horse, or a trick pony.
Or maybe a showhorse, or possibly a circus horse.With
out all the phoney baloney.In a horse life.We can run all
day in the open sun, or run the race trak.While the betters
place their wagers.Of course, at the horse racing track
betters window.In a horse life..
A Horse Life Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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I Know What You Know
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you.
Do not look down on me
We are all homosapiens.
Divinely created as God's image
God rates us all equally.
I have sights like you
I walk like you
I think like you.
I may be black,
I may be white,
I may be coloured,
I may even be red
I am God's creation
My senses are the same like
Differences in skin pigmention
Does not make me inferior
We are the same
So, deal with me on what I know
So, deal with jewels inside me
Relate with me on my knowledge
Deal with me according to my capacity
I will reciprocate the same
We are bound to respect each other
I am not cursed
My generation is not cursed
My land is not cursed
I am endowed like you
My ancestors land is blessed
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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The Muscles
the muscles shrink
the fats bloom like fertilized flowers
uglier now
to the brain that does not stop thinking
to the feet that do not know already how to dance
to the abdomen that does not bend
what have you
when you look at yourself in the mirror
you become a denial
of your true nature
a freak ballooning on a baloney of
the future that does not bring you
a tray of fruits
a bouquet of flowers
but it has a gift for your handwork
a niche
and six feet under
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What You Can Always Misspell
you misspell the obvious sometimes
precisely
because they are too easy
because many always believe them to be
notions
prejudices
like the fact that leaves are supposed to be green
or that sickness be pale
or that life always has an ending
sometimes we make right on those difficult times
we escape
jump over fences
and breathe inside vacuum containers
and you say
this must be a joke
this cannot be true
but how come you spell what used to be hidden
correctly?
you spell hardship correctly
and since joy is too easy
you do not even bother pronouncing the word
you exclaim
baloney
but you are sometimes correct in that way
life is sometimes a play of words
a game in uttering syllables
of course
very much different than the suicide
that most of them
chose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Blind Spot
there is a certain point in life
that you arrive at
not knowing what to do and you
decide
on a question without an answer
relying on the
auto-resolution of the problematic
propostion,
sick minds get well without
medication sometimes,
lizards grow the tail that you cut
when you were so angry
wounds heal without notice
days provide them time
to take care of their own bleeding
on a certain day i am struck with so much light
only to find
that i cannot really see what is in there
its color particularly
mistaking red for blue
white for beige
even black for white
and people who rely on my vision
become so disappointed
this sense of injustice sometimes blinds
we go for the murky water hoping to find a fish
without gills
it is traumatic not to be understood
it is scheming for me to see to it that you will not understand
but this is my game and your game too,
exploring the senses of letting things go
intriguing biographies, taking too many names that at the end
confront us too with
having no meaning at all,
what is this? pure baloney.
yet so interesting, let the day pass without so much worry
relaxing, unknown, and so colorful, red and yellow trying to capture
the essence of an afternoon, even without you
and then there is only darkness and silence
and a star so near the moon, like love blossoming into a flower.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jesus Burger
Feeling spiritually hungry,
I stopped by at an
Internet writers' joint,
Where I was served with
A Jesus burger, well done,
On a mystic Sufi bun,
With kosher pickles,
Kabbalic lettuce and
Shamanic tomatoes,
With that secret Zen sauce
And transcendental Maya,
With a large order of
Wicca fries and a bottle
Of flavored holy water,
And I ate it all up
Hook, line and sinker
Until I got a heartburn
From all the baloney -
So I started writing
My postmodern Marxist
Slogans that New Age
Consciousness is the
McDonald's of the masses.
March 26,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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