Boom Boom Human Rat Trapped in a Tiki tiki Room
(Adventure with Devices: Pun, polarization, Ballad, Anecdote)
1
Abracadabra! 10 to 1 counted
I, nature dreams primal era -
Rain zip-zaps, wind blows, creek
Brims over its
Rim, fish
Boogies, tortoise
woogies flower wigwags
As spring breaks - drones-hum, donkeys-bray,
Ferrets-dook, Goats-bleat, hares-drum and men-smile.
2
Bam - Jaguar growled, dubbed Malone with wiz-biz -
Jumped into Sussex - Charles became
Diana; India took form
Of Guyana,
Titan -
Satan, Malone -
Gnome, A-Z voodooed! Warrior -
Underdog, a Journey Wayward - Vroom!
Wiz downed the ladder like bozo with broom.
3)
'I eat words, coach wonks: preach famed manners - 'grunt,
Rumble-grumble' blamed banners say!
With mock-scoffing remarks
Miss Tex named me
Mulkraj
Anand's Baka: while
Watching Spanish football,
Tiki-taka - rats pulled a cat,
flimflammed my Hat', flobber-gobbered Malone!
4)
Hubba-hubba! Shakira Boot-scoots at
Honk'tonk 'Waka Waka', this time
For Africa, world cup
FIFA, fun filled,
Short lived -
In dusk, all seas
Meet Antarctica like
Men bite dust yet run rat-race with
Out learning why - trapped in pell-mell, Bubba!
(c) Copyrights 2012 @ harindhar reddy
**I'm grateful 2 Anupama Dafre for naming the Form**
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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AE01 Hold That Excitement
i remember those flopper
in waka waka south africa
now, found their way to nba
simple nudge knocks out
where's my football team
good vacation looming
they are putting up a show
trying to get some dough
who is, is not gimmicking
including your little darlings
my desert lady is smiling
so do i even it's raining
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Paddy Malone In Australia
Och! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary.
Sure, I don't know it now I'm so bothered, Ohone!
And the gals that I danced with, light-hearted and airy,
It's scarcely they'd notice poor Paddy Malone.
'Tis twelve months or more since our ship she cast anchor
In happy Australia, the Emigrant's home,
And from that day to this there's been nothing but canker,
And grafe and vexation for Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone! Oh, Paddy, Ohone!
Bad luck to the agent that coaxed ye to roam.
Wid a man called a squatter I soon got a place, sure,
He'd a beard like a goat, and such whiskers, Ohone!
And he said—as he peeped through the hair on his faitures
That he liked the appearance of Paddy Malone.
Wid him I agreed to go up to his station,
Saying abroad in the bush you'll find yourself at home.
I liked his proposal, and 'out hesitation
Signed my name wid a X that spelt Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone, you're no scholard, Ohone!
Sure, I made a cris-crass that spelt Paddy Malone.
A-herding my sheep in the bush, as they call it
It was no bush at all, but a mighty great wood,
Wid all the big trees that were small bushes one time,
A long time ago, faith I 'spose 'fore the flood.
To find out this big bush one day I went further,
The trees grew so thick that I couldn't, Ohone!
I tried to go back then, but that I found harder,
And bothered and lost was poor Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone, through the bush he did roam
What a Babe in the Wood was poor Paddy Malone.
I was soon overcome, sure, wid grafe and vexation,
And camped, you must know, by the side of a log;
I was found the next day by a man from the station,
For I coo-ey'd and roared like a bull in a bog.
The man said to me, "Arrah, Pat! where's the sheep now?"
Says I, "I dunno! barring one here at home,"
And the master began and kicked up a big row too,
And swore he'd stop the wages of Paddy Malone.
Arrah! Paddy Malone, you're no shepherd, Ohone!
We'll try you with bullocks now, Paddy Malone.
To see me dressed out with my team and my dray too,
Wid a whip like a flail and such gaiters, Ohone!
But the bullocks, as they eyed me, they seemed for to say too,
"You may do your best, Paddy, we're blest if we go."
"Gee whoa! Redman! come hither, Damper!
Hoot, Magpie! Gee, Blackbird! Come hither,
Whalebone!"
But the brutes turned round sharp, and away they did scamper,
And heels over head turned poor Paddy Malone.
Oh, Paddy Malone! you've seen some bulls at home,
But the bulls of Australia cows Paddy Malone.
I was found the next day where the brutes they did throw me
By a man passing by, upon hearing me groan,
And wiping the mud from my face that he knew me,
Says he, "Your name's Paddy?" "Yes! Paddy Malone."
I thin says to him, "You're an angel sent down, sure!"
"No, faith, but I'm not; but a friend of your own!"
And by his persuasion, for home then I started,
And you now see before you poor Paddy Malone.
Arrah, Paddy Malone! you are now safe at home.
Bad luck to the agent that coaxed ye to roam.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The wheels on the bus
‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
All night long’
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
All night long
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
All night long
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
All night long
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush shus
Hush hus hush
Hush hush
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush hush
All night long
The clouds in the sky go
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
The ashes from the ground go
Die die die
Die die die
Die die die
All night long
Shakiras on the bus go
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
The boughs in the tree go
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
All night long
PS:
The wheels on the bus – children’s song (anonymous?)
Waka waka World’s current top hit on VH1 music channel
August 17,2010
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Pellmell Morning
Woke up with the crow
Crow flew away uncaged
A pell-mell morning, know not how
Like that crow to fly freed
Pell-mell chores, pell-mell errands
Bound and bowed to the pell-mell duties
Pell-mell rise, pell-mell bath, pell-mell pooja
Pell-mell cooking break-fasting on grumbles others'
Running faster after the sun
Soused in sweat a hurry-burry fun
Pell-mell hubbub to school and office wishing
Doubled my eyes and limbs added on my back
Awaiting attention my in-laws
Pain in the neck, poking in or breaking away
My significant maidservant
Very much purposely the dying gas cylinder
More ruthlessly the electricity cut off
Mixie, grinder, microwave, all reposing
Pell-mell jiggles, pell-mell morning, agree?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A ball game
Waka Waka Waka., a pride and glory
It is not simple story
It shall remain long in memory
Whole world enjoyed it without any worry
It is pride of the game and welcome
It has not al of sudden or lately come
It is overwhelmingly enjoyed
Each moment was memorable and joked
It may be in shape of round
So much joy is found?
What does it sound?
It is gaining ground
It is sports spirit
It may be considered as irresistible feat
The countries have come so closer
No one was gainer or no one was looser
The game won the title and shield
How much influence it did yield?
It was tremendous will power with great show
The humanity has survived and will definitely grow
Waka means to shine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We are all searching for some form of family or foundation - for a place we can feel safe and secure.
quote by Jena Malone
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Lets Talk Dirty In Hawaiian
I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree
Aloha old milwaukee, hello waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I thought I heard her say
Waka waka nuka nuka, waka waka nuka nuka
Would you like a lei? eh?
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka maka wah wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coca nuta on ma tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Its a ukelele honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from a pineapple
Out on honolulu bay
The steel guitars all playing
While shes talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish and wanta polka
Words I understand
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka poo ka maka wa wah wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coca nuta on ma tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
I boughta lota junka with my moola
And sent it to the folks back home
I never had the chance to dance the hula
I guess I should have known
When you start talking to the sweet wahini
Walking in the pale moonlight
Oka doka what a setta knocka rocka sis boom bocas
Hope I said it right
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka maka wah wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coca nuta on ma tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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The Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon in the Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki,
Tiki Room. Welcome to our tropical hideaway you lucky people you. If we weren't
in the show starting right away we'd be in the audience too.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
The bird of paradise is an elegant bird. It likes to be seen and it loves to be
heard. Most little birdies will fly away but the Tiki Room birds are here every
day.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
Our show is delightful we hope you'll agree. We hope that it fills you with
pleasure and glee. Because if we don't make you feel like that, we're gonna
wind up on a lady's hat
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room All
the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Lets Talk Dirty In Hawaiian
Well,i packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree
Aloha old milwaukee, hello waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I heard her say,
Waka waka nuka licka, waka waka nuka licka
Would you like a lei? eh?
Chorus
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Its a ukelele honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from a pineapple
Out on honolulu bay
The steel guitars all playing
While shes talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish and wanta polka
Words I understand hey!
Repeat chorus
Well, I boughta lota junka with my moola
And sent it to the folks back home
I never had the chance to dance the hula
Well,i guess I should have known
When you start talking to the sweet wahini
Walking in the pale moonlight
Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka-sis-boom-boccas
Hope I said it right oh!
Repeat chorus
Lets talk dirty in hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
Spoken: aloha
song performed by by John Prine
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Awe gust
The wind whirls
And stirs the dust
Leaving the grass with nothing to anchor
It is the august wind
That blows so viciously
After the winter’s chill
Has tormented the frail shrubs
It blows dust in my face
As if to spite me
For I can do nothing to stop it
But somewhere in me
I smile in defiance
Because I know
That the next season is spring
But unlike the august wind
I have no one to spite
I curse and praise nature at the same time
For the august wind
And the life that buds in spring
Through these episodes
I get exposed
As one with no might
I take whatever she throws
Even if I do not like it
I’m just grateful
That she doesn’t only frown
But smiles at times
poem by Matete Motsoaledi
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Stalin Malone
I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream
So don't even think about it don't make a wish
You think that i don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish
Hooked on those poor wonders, 'til they want you alone
Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones
That's when they'll fear my name
Stalin malone
I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits
Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits
Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town
'til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down
Yes, horse's heads up hung in the trees after the bird had flown
Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the barrack-room was blown
Did anybody call my name?
Stalin malone
In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws
Where seconal is gravity and pain is like applause
You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence
But i've got people everywhere, you're under
My surveillance, in the pocket of my pants
Okay, she left me, but i'll soon get over that
Falling out of the "blood tub" and rolling, on my back
Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a punch and judy bird
Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder
To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known
Between the pity and advice...
"there's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone"
Leave for me a message of hope
Stalin malone
Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys
Just like all of the other dispensaries
The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust
Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke
The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower
As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour
I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town, but somehow
I just can't seem to put it down, put it down, put it down
I just want to hold her now in that i'm not alone
But do i have to see her fall into his arms before i can atone..
Get my jacket on, get my story straight, i'm leaving on my own
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Honk If You Honky Tonk
Well, I got a bumper sticker
On the back of my truck
There aint another like it
Cause I had it made up
I can tell whos behind me
They give themselves away
Lay on their horn when they read this phrase
Chorus:
Honk if you honky tonk
Dont if you dont
But, if you do
Dont you love to
Honk if you honky tonk
Me and Friday night go hand in hand
Ice cold beer and a swingin band
A girl on my arm that wont let go
She caught my little sign about a mile ago
Repeat Chorus
Well, just the other day I was cruisin through town
Sheriff pulled me over, I thought I had it now
I rolled down my window, he said with a grin
I want one of them stickers or Im gonna run you in.
Repeat Chorus twice
Honk if you honky tonk
I hear ya honkin, yeah
Im pullin over,
Lets honky tonk
song performed by by George Strait
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I was the first movie star to plunge into night-time soap opera.
quote by Dorothy Malone
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I had had no art training.
quote by Dorothy Malone
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I'll always be Number 1 to myself.
quote by Moses Malone
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I tell my agent that I want to read everything.
quote by Jena Malone
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Sinatra asked me out.
quote by Dorothy Malone
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Fortuna
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest,
And must rise to toil again, 'gain,
And must rise to toil again.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And there comes good luck and bad;
The thriftiest man is the cheerfulest;
'Tis a thriftless thing to be sad, sad,
'Tis a thriftless thing to be sad.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
Ye shall know a tree by its fruit:
This world, they say, is worst to the best; --
But a dastard has evil to boot, boot,
But a dastard has evil to boot.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west;
What skills it to mourn or to talk?
A journey I have, and far ere I rest;
I must bundle my wallets and walk, walk,
I must bundle my wallets and walk.
The wind does blow as it lists alway;
Canst thou change this world to thy mind?
The world will wander its own wise way;
I also will wander mine, mine,
I also will wander mine.
poem by Thomas Carlyle
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Honky-tonk Moon
Dirt road in the twi-lght, woods so cool and dark.
Up a-head pale ne-on, somewhere a dog barks,
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Breaking up the pool balls, chalk-ing up the cues
Juke box pumping soft-ly, lazy sum-mer blues
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Chorus
Through the blue smok-y haze, all through the haze
Trouble seems to melt a - way.............
My hearts on a roll, Im easy in my soul
Theres no hur-ry, no wor-ry, things are go-in my way
My arms a-round my ba-by, shuf-flin on the floor
Cig-a-rettes and saw-dust, squeak-y old screen door.
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
Out-side the dark is fal-ling, stars are twinkling bright
That old hoot owl is calling, every-things all right
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Bafana-Bafana!
'Bafana-Bafana'!
There comes a time that we have to share with the world;
And today it is all about the Football World Cup!
For it is coming to Africa for the first time and,
We Africans are ready to receive the world.
We do have our hopes and dreams in Africa and,
We will never look back! !
For the glory of our continent will shine upon many,
And we will look forward for a fair play.
'Bafana-Bafana'!
Let the stars of the heavens do shine upon us all;
For 2010 gathers the legs with cheers and joy,
And in South Africa to play the FIFA 2010 World Cup!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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