Progress (a concrete jungle)
Cloudy green
Lush Forest, made
of the stuff
dreams are made of,
a jungle of
culture and
heritage-
now a
city.
Dull grey
buildings, wailing
cries of bustling
cars in the
distance.
Skyscrapers, Skyscrapers
scrape
the
sky.
and the ever-
progressing society
labels it a
Jungle. All
these trucks
and bulldozers,
all part of
the immutable
progression of
Time,
of the long
and dreary
process we call
Development.
And
Skyscrapers, Skyscrapers
they
scrape
the
sky.
poem by Ballerina With Fins
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Bangkok
Gotcha!
Hey sucker let me outa here!
Hey, man!
Bangkok on a sunny day
The rain has washed the blood away
Thousand of veins left in the streets
But I cant wash away the red points
On the sheets of the hotels
And the cheap rooms
Of the cheap whores
Under palm trees
Under palm trees
My brain is running in circles now
I gotta cure the pain somehow
Theres a coloured cloud in front of sun
And a face is trying to cheat me
And to take away the fun
And the killer troups of the dea
Have just brought my friend away
In the stuff that dreams are made of
In the stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff
Stuff that dreams
Are made of...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
(carly simon)
Take a look around now
Change the direction
Adjust the tuning
Try a new translation
Dont look at your man in the same old way
Take a new picture
Just because you dont see shooting stars
Doesnt mean it isnt perfect
Cant you see...
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its the slow and steady fire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its your heart and souls desire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
So whats this about your best friend?
Shes got a brand new shiny boy
And theyre moving out to malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same four walls
The same old conversation
With the same old guy youve know for years
But use your imagination
And you will see....
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its the slow and steady fire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
Its your heart and souls desire
Its the stuff that dreams are made of
What if the prince on the horse in your fairytale
Is right here in disguise
And what if the stars youve been reaching so high for
Are shining in his eyes
Dont look at yourself in the same old way
Take another picture
Shoot the stars off in your own backyard
Dont look any further
And you will see
Its the stuff that dreams are made of....
song performed by by Carly Simon
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Living Green With Nature
Babe, do you remember
We were in the ‘God’s own country’
In Kerala at Wayanad
Jungle eco resort
In the pristine, wild
Virgin forest at Vythiri!
We were celebrating
Our marriage anniversary
In that romantic get-away
Tucked in the tummy of the hills
In a Tree House
Amidst the green leaves
Bordered by the animated
Live tropical rain forest
In exclusive seclusion
Running away from the human animals
Far, far away, hiding
From the hustling bustling humdrum!
poem by Kp. Shashidharan
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The Builders Of The City
You never will find their names on a memorial wall
And any memories of them historians never do recall
The builders of the City who lay with the unsung
Many of them came from distant shores and spoke in a foreign tongue
They more than earned every penny that they were ever paid
The builders of the City yet little of their achievements made
Devoted to the family and devoted to the wife
They worked hard so their children could enjoy a better life,
The builders of the City so much to them we owe
Though nothing written about them and of them little we do know
They built the housing estates, City buildings and City Mall
Though nothing of their life achievements is ever made at all
They lay the rail tracks to the City and made the Roadways through the Countryside
Yet in the builders of the City we never do take pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My City
You are my city
The gaudy glow of neon light
that dispels the darkness of the night
Enhaling the smell of dust makes it feel like home
The cloudy weather, the dim trees, you look like an open book.
with nature bringing a colourful beauty to ones' heart
Alone i lay on a wooden raft
My breath is void of oxygen
My heart is scrambled without rythm
to the beautiful change made by ur smiling culture
The shimmers of the moon made the rest of the city glimmer
Now its clear why ure a symbol of pride
The lullaby tunes of the mocking bird awakens moments of passion
My head speaks and so does my heart
am lost in this beautiful city and for ever i want 2 b
Here, laughter is a pleasant sound
It spreads joy all around
flushing out every despair of the heart
Just for this city
i will open my eyes and ask the creator for one more day
one more day to discover the city in you and you in the city
let this be my praise of you, my beautiful city
Man Of Me
Well, High School got me educated,
Still went and graduated,
I didn't have a clue
Did a stint in the Navy,
They did their best to break me,
Somehow made it through,
I've had some hard knocks
I've been around the block
But baby I believe
That Lovin you made a man of me
Raisin' hell, racing cars,
Closin' down the local bars,
That's what I used to do
Family told me settle down,
Find yourself some solid ground,
Where you can put down some roots
Back then I thought love
Was only sissy stuff
Now I see that
That lovin you made a man of me
That lovin you made a man of me
I don't know what it is you do
But every time I'm holdin you
I know my heart is sworn
I'm the one you lean on
Got to be strong
It ain't just about me anymore
Well Goodbye to my blind immaturity
Lovin' you made a man of me
Made a man of me
Made a man of me
I'd still be only
Lost and lonely
As a boy can be
Can't you see
Lovin' you made a man of me
Lovin' you made a man of me
Made a man of me
Made a man of me
song performed by by Gary Allan
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My Beautiful City
You are my city
the gaudy glow of neon light
that dispels the darkness of the night
Enhailing this dust flying smells ands feels like home
the cloudy weather, the dim trees, the city looked like and open book.
with nature bringing a colourful beauty to ones heart
Alone i lay on a wooden raft
my breath is void of oxygen
my heart is scribbled without rythm
to the beautiful change made by ur smiling culture
The shimmers of the moon made the rest of the city glimmer
now its clear why ure a symbol of pride
The lullaby tunes of the mocking bird awakenes momments of passion
My head speaks and so does my heart
am lost in the beautiful city and for ever i want to be
Here, laughter is a pleasant sound
it spreads joy all around
flushing out every despairs of the heart
Just for this city
i will open my eyes and ask the creator for one more day
this are my praises 4 the city in u.
What Dreams Are Made Of
hey now
hey now
hey now
hey now
have you ever seen such a beautiful night
i could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright
when i see you smiling i go uh oh oh
i would never want to miss this
cause in my heart i know what this is
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
have you ever wondered what life is about
you could search the world and never figure it out
you dont have to sail the oceans uh no no
happyness is no mystery
it's here and now it's you and me
hey now hey now this is what dremas are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
open your eyes(this is what dreams are made of)
shout to the sky( this is what dreams are made of)
when i see you smiling i go uh oh oh
yesterday my life was life was color
now everything's technocolored
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of
i've got somewhere i belong
i've got somebody to love
this is what dreams are made of
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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The City is Short Today
The city is short today
and it can’t be anymore
than just a few blocks wide today
and the city is grey today,
grey and cold
and the city is short today
the skyscrapers,
only a few inches tall now,
sway back and forth,
caught in the grasp of a
sharp, cutting wind,
the sky scrapers rankle me today
and the city is short today
and the people walk about today
like zombies,
tiny zombies,
their faces and clothes
lack any colour,
and they resemble ants,
they wait on the street corner,
waiting for a miniscule bus
to take them out of this
tiny city
and the city is short today,
and grey
and cold
and small,
so very small
and yet, it towers over me.
Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)
poem by Derek R. Audette
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Hey You
Youre living in a small town
The people there are cold
Just living in a small town
Just doing as youre told
You move up to the jungle
You find that its a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, all your friends told you in your small town
Hey you, youve got it made
Just living in your home town
Sometimes its kinda cruel
Living in your home town
Where they treat you like a fool
You move up to the city
You find that its tough
And it doesnt seem very pretty
Now youre sleeping in the rough
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you
Youve got it made
Hey you
Youre heading for the big time
Hey you, youve got it made
Youre headed for a life of crime
Living in this jungle
Its like living in a hell
When you slip, you fall, you stumble
They lock you in a cell
You move out to the country
For something you have done
Youre living in the country
Why dont you go back to where you come from?
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Hey you, youve got it made
Forget all these backslappers
You dont stand a chance
Why dont you go home?
Go right back to where you come from
Dont get involved in this masquerade
This big city is going to eat you up
All the backslapping
Hey you, youve got it made
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Los Angeles
Skyscrapers
Break the sky,
Smog chokes the air,
Endless buildings go on
Forever-
Los Angeles Times-
LAX,
Traveling down the 10
Towards Santa Monica,
Dirty
Filthy
Ragged city.
Where are the artists?
Poets?
Writers?
Musicians?
All at home creating
The city. Inspiration
For the willing.
Ugly, dirty, ragged,
Beautiful.
This
Filthy
City.
poem by Randy Briggs
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Reflections-11
1 Earth
Good dietician
One fourth mud three fourth water
Fresh, kept up green chaste
2 Land
God-made home for man
Oh, man made Satan invades
Land-made life slumping
3 Soil
Monsoon's friend lush green
Carpeted soil-spread healthy
Beasts dwell happily
4 Bharat
India's prologue
Great grand ancestral expanse
History's proud sigh
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Jungle Bhoys
On the terracing at Parkhead we gather
Watching the Bhoys in green play,
we’ll sing you a song of the Celtic
And of the players who played down Parkhead’s way.
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
We’re the sound of the Paradise voice
Our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys
We’ve grown in our years with the Celtic
Raised on the history and pride
Wishing we could play for the Celtic
And wear the jersey of the old green & white
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
We’re the sound of the Paradise voice
Our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys
As we travel to the east end of Glasgow
Wearing our colours of green, white & gold,
We’ll celebrate and sing of the Celtic
Who live forever in our green and white soul.
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
we’re the sound of the Paradise voice
our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys.
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
we’re the sound of the Paradise voice
our culture; we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys.
Nov’2005
poem by Daniel McDonagh
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Toronto Symphony # 1
Toronto is growing everyday
Because new buildings in Toronto is going up everywhere
And I believe that soon the view will be blocked
But I believe that one day we won't have the green space anymore
Because the green space will be filled with buildings
Can we save the green space in Toronto?
Does anybody cares about the green space in Toronto
And Toronto is not a clean city
it is very dirty indeed and the reason for that is that everybody litter the Street everywhere they go
And the streets in Toronto are full of potholes
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mercy Street
For anne sexton
Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the buildings, all of those cars
Were once just a dream
In somebodys head
She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
She pictures a soul
With no leak at the seam
Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Lets take the boat out
Wait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
Nowhere in the suburbs
In the cold light of day
There in the midst of it so alive and alone
Words support like bone
Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your inside out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddy(s arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
swear they moved that sign
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddys arms
Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
Tugging at the darkness, word upon word
Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
To the priest-hes the doctor
He can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
Of kissing marys lips
Dreaming of mercy st.
Wear your insides out
Dreaming of mercy
In your daddys arms again
Dreaming of mercy st.
swear they moved that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddys arms
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
Anne, with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water
Riding the waves on the sea
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Cloudy Daze
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You gimme love and laughter when skies are grey
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You gimme love and laughter when skies are grey
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You're there with me at my darkest hour
You fill my arms with the brightest flowers
You lift me up with the things you say
You are my sunshine on a rainy day
I wanna feel your arms in a warm embrace
I wanna see your love written on your face
And as time goes by
You'll be my sunshine on a cloudy day
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You gimme love and laughter when skies are grey
You are my sunshine on a cloudy day
You gimme love and laughter when skies are grey
Today! Today!
song performed by by Bang!
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The (quiet) ornament of Jakarta
What are belongs to a major city?
Besides of any busy interrupting reverie
At each stop along the sidewalk
There are going to say hello but did not
Above the height of the horror
Phobia looked at the cars passing by
Wind perched atop, the penthouse and a flying heart
Your own!
At the wizened, big cities have always wanted to look pretty
The streets are perforated faces but always returned
Tuter sirens and the hum of cars endlessly
'How would budge, when traffic is just a marker, a symbol
of the metro's and loneliness,
of ignorance? '
Is that a convoy of official cars
or is there a fire?
Common people always serve the extraordinary people
Buildings replacing the peaceful forest clusters
At most, I found a
paintings of the forest impresion
Alexandre-Hyacinthe Dunouy in a GKBI suite
Or minimalist forests paintings of Rusli in Cultural House
It's all just be a display
Decoration of loneliness
and again I found the fossil of humankind
in the TIM (Taman Ismail Marzuki)
who now lives empty benches
Since you stay away..
(May, 2010)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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São Paulo
São Paulo
The city that I was born in
I never liked you since I was a child
São Paulo
Now that I am grown up I still don't like you either
I don't feel safe being in the streets in São Paulo
To me São Paulo is very ugly in real life
It is only beautiful in the postcards
There is no in between
Either you are rich or poor
There are too many contrasts
São Paulo
A city that never sleeps
São Paulo
I am glad that you don't have snow
One thing that is great in São Paulo is summer, the hot weather
I would go insane if I lived in here forever
For me it is like a prison
Because it is too dangerous to walk on the streets
It is a very depressing city
São Paulo
It is a real cement city
Buildings and more buildings
Hardly any green
It is an old city
450 years old
For me São Paulo
Is like a prison cell
poem by Aldo Kraas
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