Late Autumn Mobility Week
Unclean vehicles, lorries and vans
appear unsightly to everyone's eye
but as cleanliness is next to Godliness
an autumnal hose-down would purify
a satisfaction we could not deny.
And in the cool of late September
as the summer sun faded away,
I took another look around me...
and the city seemed dismal and grey.
Ah, late September ~ mobility week
when drivers made use of the hose,
they washed and polished their motorcars
and the prettiest city was winning stars.
Complete satisfaction was ours.
(Please note: too much use of
the hose may encourage flooding)
Posted 8 November 2009.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Pleasures In Giving
this morning
you take the water hose
turn on the faucet
you squeeze the hose
and water is spread on the bush
flowers are thirsty
for those nights without rain
an early morning shower from your
water hose
gives the feast on every leaf, on every branch
on every cracking soil of this earth
it is the pleasure of giving
that makes your heart dance
with the clouds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Satisfaction
(m. jagger/k. richards)
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm drivin' in my car
And that man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm watchin' my tv
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try
I can't get no, i can't get no
When i'm ridin' round the world
And i'm doin' this and i'm signing that
And i'm tryin' to make some girl
Who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see i'm on losing streak
I can't get no, oh no no no
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
I can't get no, i can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction
song performed by by Rolling Stones
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Mirrors Of Our Time
THE ECONOMY is a hose.
The Government collects water from the people
and pours it into the top of the hose
and gives it back to the people.
Near the top of the hose is a hole.
A lot of the water pours out of this into a tank
marked Government which is always empty.
The rest flows down towards the people.
It passes other holes marked
Government Agencies
Government buildings
Government contingencies
Government perks
There are also holes marked
Lawyers
Accountants
Criminals.
The Government is always trying
to stop these last three holes.
Finally what is left of the water
reaches people at the end of the hose.
The people fight over it
(it is never enough) .
When they get very thirsty they start
to throw stones at the government
and threaten to sack them.
The government then reluctantly
pours more water into the top of the hose
(which they get from the people) .
Finally when the people are very thirsty indeed,
under the leadership of the
Lawyers
Accountants
and other Criminals,
they attack the tank marked Government
and break it open.
It is always empty.
Then many of the people die
(except for the Lawyers, Accountants
and other Criminals.)
The survivors go off and look for a new well,
drink as much as they can
as quickly as they can
and wait for a new Government to find them.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Holy September
A kiss on the lips of today
For stepping into tommorow.
The blinds are closed for now.
Don't sell yourself for sorrow.
Oh! Precious my september.
Begins with all the stars.
Buses from the summer.
In september driving cars.
Praising my september.
Praising all my needs.
Sends me to tomorrow.
September grows my seeds.
Officers of my journey.
With love inside the day.
The tolerance of my wonder.
The tolerence of my dismay.
Nestled in september.
You've wakened from those dreams.
Oh holy, my september.
The cloth around my seams.
September shines around me,
Like the sun onto my day.
September my september.
Is there any other way?
poem by Attia Taylor
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Heatseaker
Gettin ready to rock, gettin ready to roll
Gonna turn up the heat, gonna fire up the coal
I gotta that motor turnin
I gotta keep that engine clean
I gotta keep those tyres burnin
Ive got the best youve ever seen
Cos Im a heatseeker, chargin up the sky
Heatseeker, and I, dont need no life preserver
Dont need no one to hose me down
To hose me down
Getting ready to break, get ready to go
Get your shoes off an shake, get your head down and blow
Ya gotta keep that woman firin
You gotta keep that circuit clean
You gotta make her sound the siren
You gotta hear that lady scream
Cos Im a heatseeker, burnin up the town
Heatseeker, I dont, I dont need no life preserver
Dont need no one to hose me down
To hose me down, here it comes
Heatseeker
Wanna see you get up, see the whites of your eyes
Im a heatseeker
Im gonna measure you, gonna try you for size
Im a heatseeker
Ya gotta keep that motor turnin
Ya gotta keep that engine clean
Ya gotta keep those tyres burnin
I got the best youve ever seen
Im a heatseeker
I dont need no life preserver
Dont need no one to hose me down
Im a heatseeker, Im a heatseeker, heatseeker
Out on the street feel the heat
song performed by by AC-DC
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Satisfaction
I can't get no - satisfaction
I can't get no - satisfaction
'Cause I try', and I try
Yes I try, I try
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
When i'm cruisin' in my car
And the man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
And I can 't get no satisfaction
Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hev
Ooh baby tell me what I say
Oh well when I'm watching my TV
And this man comes on and tells me
What drink would be good for me
But he can't be a man, cause' he doesn't smoke
The same cigars as me
And I can't get no satisfaction
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tell me what I say
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that
And I'm tryin' to meet some girl
Who tells me baby, baby come back maybe next week
Can't you see I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no satisfaction
Oh, no, no, no,
Hey, hey, hey
Baby tell me what i say
Come here baby
What do ya mean
You don't know what will satisfy me
Yes you do
I've been all around the world
Looking for some girl
And I can't get no satisfaction
and I've got to have some satisfaction
song performed by by Tom Jones
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(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
I can't get no - satisfaction
I can't get no - satisfaction
'Cause I try', and I try
Yes I try, I try
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
When i'm cruisin' in my car
And the man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
And I can 't get no satisfaction
Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hev
Ooh baby tell me what I say
Oh well when I'm watching my TV
And this man comes on and tells me
What drink would be good for me
But he can't be a man, cause' he doesn't smoke
The same cigars as me
And I can't get no satisfaction
No, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tell me what I say
When I'm ridin' round the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm signin' that
And I'm tryin' to meet some girl
Who tells me baby, baby come back maybe next week
Can't you see I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no satisfaction
Oh, no, no, no,
Hey, hey, hey
Baby tell me what i say
Come here baby
What do ya mean
You don't know what will satisfy me
Yes you do
I've been all around the world
Looking for some girl
And I can't get no satisfaction
and I've got to have some satisfaction
song performed by by Tom Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Heatseeker
(oooh, were gettin ready
Ow
Here we go
Hahaha
Im ready
Oooh)
Getting ready to rock
Getting ready to roll
Im gonna turn up the heat
Im gonna fire up the coal
I gotta keep that motor turning
I gotta keep that engine clean
I gotta keep those tires burning
Ive got the best youve ever seen
And Im a heatseeker charging up the sky
And Im a heatseeker, and i, I dont need no life preserver
I dont need no one to hose me down
To hose me down
Getting ready to break
Getting ready to go
Get your shoes off and shake
Get your head down and blow
You gotta keep that woman firing
You gotta keep that serpent clean
You gotta make her sound the siren
You gotta hear that lady scream
Cause Im a heatseeker, burning up the town
And Im a heatseeker, I dont, I dont need no life preserver
I dont need no one to hose me down
Dont hose me down
(aw yeah, here ya go, yow! ready? heatseeker!)
I wanna see you get up
And see the whites of your eyes
And Im a heatseeker, heatseeker, yeah!
Im gonna measure you up
Im gonna try you for size
And Im a heatseeker
Gotta keep that motor turning
You gotta keep that engine clean
You gotta keep those tires burning
Ive got the best youve ever seen
And Im a heatseeker, and I dont need no life preserver
I dont need no one to hose me down, woah
Im a heatseeker
And Im a heatseeker
Heatseeker
Out on the street feel the heat
song performed by by AC-DC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Going Out To The Garden
Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.
Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.
A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
aplenty
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.
But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.
I gave it.
Squirt after
squirt
of cooling
spray
from the green
garden hose.
Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?
I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
joy
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.
poem by Alice Walker
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Cleanliness and Happiness
Cleanliness! Cleanliness! Cleanliness!
Cleanliness ever gives you happiness! happiness! happiness!
For cleanliness is next to Godliness! Godliness! Godliness!
Keep your surroundings very clean,
Dust and tidy, wash and preen,
Spic and span-it must seem,
In an environment that does gleam.
Physical cleanliness is a must,
Brush your teeth and attend to bathing;
Clean your hair and wear clothes clean;
Be fresh and to be clean, be keen.
Flush all evil thoughts from your mind
And gush it with love and ever be kind;
Honesty and sincerity; goodness and cheerfulness
Implanted, will make one bounce with happiness.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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To Expose
To expose
Lets take the watering hose
Washed cleaned
Shinny smooth
A babies bottom
When it is reviled
It has been sealed
With the wheel still spinning
Its like reliving the unforgiving
Like satan's heart
You just can't know
What is it made of?
Is it poison?
Is it the dust from all the rust?
With rain let it wash over us
To expose
Lets take the watering hose
Washed cleaned
Shinny smooth
A babies bottom
When it is reviled
It has been sealed
With the wheel still spinning
Its like reliving the unforgiving
Like satan's heart
You just can't know
What is it made of?
Is it poison?
Is it the dust from all the rust?
With rain let it wash over us.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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One Perfect Rose
A single flower she dropped when we met
and in her hands she held a pipe, a water hose
that splashed me by accident quiet wet
while at my feet lay a perfect rose.
I wanted to take her for a spin on my motorbike,
to experience the sun and wind in a special way,
wanted to give her a present that she would like
but she giggled and with a garden hose began to play
and like little children we ran up and down
laughing and having fun
and never such exuberance I have known
from the time that my dating had begun
and later when I returned her rose her eyes did propose
a tender embrace, maybe a kiss and I held her close.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Country Love
If you passed her in your city
You would call her badly dressed,
But the faded homespun covers
Such a heart in such a breast!
True, her rosy face is freckled
By the sun's abundant flame,
But she's mine with all her failings,
And I love her just the same.
If her hands are red they grapple
To my hands with splendid strength,
For she's mine, all mine's the beauty
Of her straight and lovely length!
True, her hose be think and homely
And her speech is homely, too;
But she's mine! her rarest charm is
She's for me, and not for you!
poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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A Fun of September!
End of summer
And beginning of winter
Is September!
Sand melting heat
And sand wetting rain
Occur in September!
Full grown fruits
And fully blossomed flowers
You see in September!
Heat in the morning
And rain in evening and night
Town gets in September!
Summer holiday ends
And all festivals begin now on
From September on!
September begins
Fast pace of the year ever
With all festivals!
They being Ganesh Chadurthi,
Navrathri, Diwali, Christmas,
New Year and Pongal are...!
Time moves fast
As no boredom ever shows
Head from September!
Fun of September
Starts Autumn, Rain and Winter
All in one....!
poem by Ramesh T A
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When September Arrives, Again
September arrives and Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
September arrives,
And the sky loses brightness.
Winds start to whip...
Leaves off of trees.
I use to wonder,
Why I heard thundering...
As it rained to bring a change to things.
September seems erratic and dramatic.
Shifting as it does...
To prepare all for the Winter.
Children return to school,
As cool winds descend.
September has come back,
Again...
So quickly.
September arrives,
And Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
When September arrived.
And Autumn began,
With winds again.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
As Autumn began,
With winds again to begin.
When September arrived.
When September...
Arrived!
When September,
Arrives...
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Too Late To Change The Time
[intro]
Too late
Too late
Too late
[verse 1]
In this automatic age
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There is a supermarket there for you
People give way to change
But feelings remain the same
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
Well its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[verse 2]
Its a new day, a new age
A photograph just taken, is ready one minute later
Cars are bigger and better
But the manufacturers sastified never
In a world full of crime
I cant let you think thats right
[chorus]
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
No, no
[bridge 1]
So you wanna be a star (so you wanna be a star)
You are who you think you are (ah think you are)
You dont have to go further
Than my loving arms
[chorus half]
And its too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
[bridge 2]
Are you sure you wanna go to new york city (new york city)
Where girls make it big if theyre pretty (if they pretty)
Let say you get that penthouse view
But whos gonna love you the way I do (just the way I do)
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
And its too late, too late to change the time, no
Too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
Its too late, too late to change the time
Its too late, too late to change the time
Ooh, too late, too late to change the time
But its not too late (too late) to change your mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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14 Boxes
Page, cage, wage, age, gage, mage, rage, sage;
Like a bow through the rain in search of the rainbow!
But whose hose is now hanging over there?
Date, fate, late, gate, bate, mate, pate, sate, rate;
And like the 14 Boxes of items shipped to her,
But she possessed what you wanted.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mid September In Warrnambool
An evening in September the weather dry though cool
And people out jogging, walking and cycling on the beach road at Warrnambool
And above the calm ocean in the west the sun going down
A mile or maybe even less from the famous sea-side Town
Of Warrnambool in Victoria it's beauty is well known
In size and population in a decade it has grown
As a major Victorian coastal City it has become known far and wide
And the people who live in the Bool in their Hometown take great pride.
On late Winter and early Spring off of Logan's beach the Southern Right whales come to breed
And to watch these marine giants with their huge babies is an amazing sight indeed
For Warrnambool a major tourist attraction and quite an amazing sight
To watch them breaching for air in the warm Spring sunlight.
Mid September in Warrnambool a lovely time of year
When in the coastal City one can sense Utopia near
The people are so friendly most of them say hello
A pleasant place to visit and a pleasant place to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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November Nights
September nights
Tend to scream
'Baby I thought you
Said you loved me'
October nights
Remind me
Of 'we' the 'us':
So in love.
November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights
Ending of my present life
Nothing ever seemed so right
I need you by my side
I died, I died on November nights
September nights
what a wonderful thing
My beginning
How Ironic.
My birth day
Our beginning
Oh what a wonderful month
September means love
October nights
Oh so beautiful
Happiness, hope
A whole family
My daddies' birthdays
One here, one deceased
Praised and mourned
Mixed Octobers
November nights
Panic. Thanksgiving.
Thanks for what?
November killed my father
November nights
A car crash
14 years ago
And then you end me
November nights
November nights
What A fright
November nights
Literal ending of his life
Nothing ever seems all right
Momma needed him by her side
He died, He died on a November night
poem by Gabriella Franco
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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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