The Princess Insulted
The beautificaeous Princess
dulling and uxorious
candorfed to mumpy ump
in rinnegain of his
daring drain
Still not appeased how
she bellosified intonatiously
borogoves scaldoffin
the head no less, rightly
Whence came the gribber
the winchamp swinging by
terrophized crowdzes hurling
epitaths of condored mustard
Nonetheless she blintstered
the offering, blinstered the scacrifice
scarfaced the giver's trouph
since knot appeased her haughtzes
Alzis doneis, the endof
with gnaut to shove in
on or out but for with whomsoever
standing - dead salute nor I
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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Shove
Woke up confused in a place I didnt know
And heard the hissing of an overused stem
The air around me is corrupt and on the take
Heard someone shout I think hes breathing again
It seems at first that no-one ever succeeds
You shove and shove until youre ready for more
And if the truth forgets to visit again
Dont take offense, hes never been here before
Shove! shove! shove! shove!
Shove in my head
Shove! shove! shove! shove!
Shoves you instead
Shove! shove! shove!
Puts you flat on your back
Shove! shove! shove!
Till the quiet attacks
Feels just like someone sank their teeth in my head
They tried to suck away my everlasting soul
I talked to God and all his literary friends
Said I was late so I just shoved it in again
Shove it again!
song performed by by Ministry
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My Own Summer
Hey you, big star
Tell me, when it's over
Hey you, big mood
Guide me, to shelter
'cause i'm through
When the two
Hits the six
And it's summer (cloud)
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
(in my own summer)
The shade, is a tool
A device, a saviour
See i try, and look up
To the sky, but my eyes burn (cloud)
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
I think god is moving its tongue
There's no crowds in the streets, and no sun
In my, own, summer
Come - shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove - shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun - shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside - shove it aside
song performed by by Deftones
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My Own Summer (Shove It)
Hey you, Big Star
Tell me when it's over (?)
Hey you, big mood (?)
Guide me to shelter
'cause I'm through
When the two
hits the six and it's summer
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it aside
I think god is moving
It's tounge
Theres no crowds in the street
And no sun in
(my own summer)
The shade is a tool
A device
A saviour
See I try and look up
To the sky
But my eyes burn
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
SHOVE
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it Shove it Shove it
THE SUN
Shove it inside ?
I think eyes move it
It's time
Theres no crowds in the street
End of summer
In my
Own
Summer
song performed by by Deftones
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Daring To Be Defeated
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
They lie to themselves and expect understanding.
Foolish are their delusions.
But an acceptance to be corrected...
Is taken for criticisms refused to enhance a growth.
People like this want to feel protected,
Like a child caught in a lie.
With a tantrum to come that is provoked.
And the circumstances they must face,
They don't do that!
They rather run to hide inside their minds...
Where trappings of safety begin to take place.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
People refusing to listen,
Create their own dilemmas.
They believe an enforcement done,
Of their wishes...
Retrieves a satisfaction,
As expectations are identified.
A stripping to expose flaws,
Is difficult to do.
A willingness to be wounded...
Speeds up the advancing of a truth.
And when truth is denied,
For something less painful to receive and accept...
A maturity to gain becomes a stagnation repeated.
With a daring to be defeated...
Conquered by insecurities,
As a surrounding wall that falsely protects.
'I don't care if you don't believe me.
I don't care...'
And alone they weep!
Stubbornly affixed to their insecurities,
Keeping them appeased and weak!
Daring to be defeated!
But defeated by a weakness...
Keeps their insecurities appeased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To The Survivors
NOW they sing the hero loud; --
But they sing him in his shroud.
Torch he kindled for his land;
On his brow ye set its brand.
Taught by him to wield a glaive;
Through his heart the steel ye drave.
Trolls he smote in hard-fought fields;
Ye bore him down 'twixt traitor shields.
But the shining spoils he won,
These ye treasure as your own.--
Dim them not, that so the dead
Rest appeased his thorn-crowned head.
poem by Henrik Johan Ibsen
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Women when injured are generally not easily appeased.
When hunger is appeased we can preach the merits of fasting.
A Single Daisy
One day I encountered;
A single daisy with snowy
White petals splayed proudly
Was standing in a sea of dandelions
Although taunted and tormented she did not falter
Unafraid, to be a different shape ‘n color
With a clear voice inside my head,
she spoke to me;
“Take me from this place of angst ‘n suffering”
For this;
I’ll answer any question you may ask”
I thought for a moment and blurted;
Does she really love me?
“Indeed she does dear friend,
Ask for her hand in marriage
You’ll both know joy, without end”
“Now quickly tear me from this dust,
Toss my stem and petals to the wind
Shed salty tears of pity, if you must
Free at last I’ll be, lest you rescind”
Reaching down, at last freed from hell I
Scattered her soft petals to the breeze
Her voice inside my head said
“Farewell”
I was content to know, her will was appeased
These days, for every daisy encountered,
I smile, and pause to listen for a voice
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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When you're a stranger in a land, if good comes to it may you have you share and if bad comes let it go to the owners of the land who know what gods should be appeased.
Margo Wants The Mustard
I watch her move up and down the beach, well
The fellows drool, but shes out of their reach, and
These are not a part of the scheme, but
Let them hope, and let them dream
So many dreams in the mind of the men, well
Come to life through a good one love
Margo walks in another place, well
Its in their minds, and its on her face
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Shes only got to smile that way when
It lifts your heart, throws your troubles away, and
When she moves, well Ive got to say
This rhythm method goes a long, long way
Its in the bones, and its in the head
This precious thing has got to be fed, well
I shouldnt say, but it must be said
Its even better when its in your bed
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
(a wop bop a loo mop, a lop bom bom)
[classic es solo]
I cant explain what she motivates, but
Its all around, but its hard to relate
It must be close to heavenly bliss though
How I wish I could follow this and
Splashing out all over the place
Pour it all over the human race, yeh
I may be starting another sin, but
Sit right back, watch the fun begin
Some like it cool
Some like it hot
Some give a little
Some give a lot
Some wanna give everything that theyve got
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, she needs a little spice
Margo wants the mustard
Then shell spread it on real light
Margo wants the mustard
Yeh, shell never ever stop
Margo wants the mustard
It will take her to the top...
song performed by by 10 Cc
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My Own Summer (live)
So this is the last treat of the night coming up right here
This is a song, this is a tour actually, this is the first time we've played this song on tour
I'll spit it out eventually
Anybody like the Deftones?
Got any Deftones' fans in the house?
Put em' up if you are
Let me see you if you know the words to this sh*t and i'll come down and sing it with you
Hey you, big star, guide me when it's over
Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter
'Cause I'm through, when the two hits the six and it's summer
Cloud, come
Shove
The sun
Aside
I think God is moving his tongue
There's no crowds in the streets
And no sun
In my own summer
You guys feeling that?
Who can help me with this sh*t, can you?
Can you help me with this sh*t?
Stay right here, stay right here
Hey you..
Stay right here
Come on
Yo, yo
What the f*ck is going on?
Yea, bring him over here
Allright bro, we gonna teach these mother f*ckers this sh*t, ok?
You guys gonna help us out right now?
Allright you guys
Chester, when you're ready bud
The shade is a tool, a device, a savior
See, I try
(You better watch out)
And look up
(Where?)
To the sky
(Why?)
But my eyes burn
Cloud, come
Shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove
Shove it
The sun
Aside
Cloud, come
Shove it, shove it, shove it
Shove
Shove it, shove it, shove it
The sun
Shove it, shove it, shove it
Aside
I think God is moving his tongue
There's no crowds in the streets
And no sun
In my own summer
song performed by by Linkin Park
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On The Cork Hurlers Strike
The best hurlers will not be playing for the Rebel County this year
At least not under coach Gerald McCarthy for Cork fans such sad news to hear
The Liam McCarthy Cup this year won't be coming to the hurling City by the Lee
Without Cork's best hurling only half dressed as hurling fans all would agree
Cork hurling fans not very happy to them hurling more than a game
Some blame the hurlers and others blame Gerald and others the County Board blame
Gerald has no notion of resigning and Cork's best under him will not play
And the loser is the game of hurling and that does seem a sad thing to say
Cork will have a hurling team in the League and All Ireland Championship but their best the red jersey will not wear
And for any hope of sporting success as we do know a team would need every top player
And in 2009 Cork will only make up the numbers though the game of hurling will go on
For hurling does live on in Ireland though great players to and from the game have come and gone
In 2009 Cork will not have their best team at least now it's looking that way
In a sad time for Cork and for hurling in Ireland and that seems a sad thing to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Knots
tie the knot
cut down the knot
loose the knot
hold the knot
life is filled
with those things
force to knot
avoid to knot
not aware knotted rope
and suddenly get hooked
life is full
with those things
sometimes knot chokes
sometimes it gives hope
you can waste,
choose one, or keep many knots
but life is never far
from those things
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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For Those About To Rock
We roll tonight [we're on tonight]
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh
Stand up and be counted
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We'll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
'cause rock has got the right of way
We ain't no legend, ain't no cause
We're just livin' for today
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky's alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you
Oooh, salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah
We're just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute
For those about to rock - fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock - fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you (x4)
Shoot, shoot (x2)
For those of you, for those who ????
Yeah
(ain't gonna get tired, won't take a break, we salute you.)
We salute you (x3)
Fire
song performed by by AC-DC
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Shove
Shove yourself
In
Take yourself
Out
Shove yourself
In
Take yourself
Out
Shove in
Take out
Shove in
Take out
In and out
In and out
Till the
Course
You take
Inside me
Tires you
Out -
And you
Spurt out
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
poem by Lewis Carroll
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When Push Comes To Shove
Shaking in the forest, what have you to fear?
Here there may be tigers, to punch you in the ear.
With gloves of stainless steel, bats carved out of bricks
Knock you down and beat you up and give your ass a kick.
When push comes to shove, youre afraid of love.
Shaking in the desert, now wherefore do you cry?
Here there may be rattlesnakes, to punch you in the eye.
With shotguns full of silver and bullets made of glass
String barbed wire at your feet, that will not let you pass.
When push comes to shove, youre afraid of love.
When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove,
Youre afraid of love, when push comes to shove.
Shaking in the bedroom, covers on your head,
Are you still in fear of the hand beneath the bed?
Grabbing at the handle, scratching at the door,
Maybe its mystery killer you saw on channel four.
When push comes to shove, youre afraid of love.
Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows,
Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose.
Put my arms around you, love you til you cry,
Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze you til you die.
When push comes to shove, youre afraid of love.
When push comes to shove, when push comes to shove,
Youre afraid of love, when push comes to shove.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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My Tears Flow, But I Shove It Off
I shove it off
Once again my morning grow wet
Tears drip down my cheek
I shove it off
Still it drips continously
I shove it off
My tears grow stubborn
I shove it off
I felt no sorrow in my heart
But my tears grow sober
I shove it off
My hands grow wet
Melting the sparkles of my cheek
But i shove it off
Why should i shove my tears off?
Because my heart has been broken
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Why I Am Cold At Night And Having Chills
the antibiotics have become useless
and so the medicine man
(quack doctor) came and burned some herbs
to cure me
they say that there is nothing wrong
if i believe
i have nothing to lose
and he said
my father long dead is angry and wants to be appeased
his soul
i have not offered prayers
his resting place
i have not visited
and so every night
his cold spirit comes and sleeps with me
missing me
embracing me
i have nothing to lose if i believe
and so prayers were offered
and a visit was done
today the coldness is gone
i feel the heat
of the memory
of papa and his promise to always
protect me
and my family
memories rush like sunshine on my face
and the sickness is gone
i see
the quackdoctor must be right
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tying The Knots Of Peace
With knot one,
My spell's begun
May it's power soar
It's for everyone
With knot two
Pure as mountain dew
My motive is
That my wish come true
With knot three
Find Harmony
From Ocean floor
To the tallest tree
By knot four
Open the door
End suffering
And banish war
With knot five
For peace, we'll strive
In tying this cord
My goal comes alive
With knot six
To wings adhere
My wish for peace
An end for fear
With seven knots
Adorn my cord
Be there peace at home
And peace abroad
In tying knot eight
Let peace be our fate
And with knot nine
Peace and love intertwine
poem by Jessica Millsaps
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