Red Light Signal
Red Light Signal
A charming scenario of the evening,
Day and night were making love at infinite.
Sun’s face was looking like red chicks of a shy girl at the sudden presence of her beloved.
Scenario was looking like a red light signal at crossing.
This nature’s red signal advises every one to rest in the night.
Chirping of birds was over
and they went to their nests.
What a fantastic scenario was this?
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Scenario
Had enough of the old lonesome-and-blue scenario?
Up for a shot at the old I-love-you scenario?
Man enough to leave your comfort zone
in the good old get-drunk-and-screw scenario?
Let's be real. Love hurts. Even you, you stud, you.
Sure you can handle the old boo-hoo scenario?
Don't even try to guess what she really wants;
get ready for the old you-don't-have-a-clue scenario.
Tell her, "I'll always honor your personhood."
What's more of a drag than the old I'm-a-person-too scenario?
It's never not a good time to say, "My bad."
Don't lean too hard on the old I-never-knew scenario.
Caught in a little white lie? You're in deep shit
if you trapped yourself in the old I-swear-it's-true scenario.
Make sure she's down with each new trick in the sack
or you'll run smack into the old that's-taboo scenario.
Like what you're getting, but not sure she's The One?
You can string her along with the old don't-rock-the-canoe scenario,
but sooner or later it's gut-check time in Texas
and there's no way around the old we're-through scenario
unless you've got the cojones to suck it up
and go all in on the old I-do scenario.
Don't say Eric never told you: lovers
and poets live or die by the old make-it-new scenario.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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70s Scenario
In bed sittin and reading by the t. v. light
Stay away from the window, thunder and lighting
And the rain, the rain keeps fallin down
Thats something that hasnt changed
Yeah, theres something inside me, its quiet when it rains
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no easy living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
She called me a prisoner, in a prison of the mass
She said acceptance from the future, is freedom from the past
And I laugh, and say thats alright
Things really aint that tough
As long as Im still able, to turn the t.v. off
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
At the end of the rainbow, there aint no pot of gold
And the light in the morning, hardly ever shows
Aint no reason living, everybody knows
And its all around us........
70s scenario
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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I'm more into describing a scenario and I move around in that scenario.
quote by Stephen Malkmus
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Commerciality
Fire sign, indicate luminous pornography
Heliograph and morse photography
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Coherent, match and blazing cuneiform wide open
Sales pitch, high pitch, noise
Brakes too soft to burn, envisage this
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Package, carton, package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell and package and carton, sell and package and carton
Sell, package and sell, package
Just revitalize, revitalize, revitalize, whats this now?
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Sell and revitali-, vitalize and home pride
From tractors to tea-bags, from here to eternity, oh god, help me
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
Signal ad, signal ad, signal ad
Commerciality, commerciality, commerciality
song performed by by Xtc
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A Friend To You
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Show me your fear, causing the hate
Look at myself
I hear your words, anticipate
I am your wealth
The one who tells you when & when not to conform
The one you cannot see
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
I think your thoughts, I see your dreams
I speak the truth
I watch you move, collaborate
I am your youth
The one who tells you what is right and what is wrong
The one you want to be
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
We are one, you can confide in me
We are one, you cannot hide from me
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
I am to you
Each phase of life
song performed by by Xentrix
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A Friend To You
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Show me your fear, causing the hate
Look at myself
I hear your words, anticipate
I am your wealth
The one who tells you when & when not to conform
The one you cannot see
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
I think your thoughts, I see your dreams
I speak the truth
I watch you move, collaborate
I am your youth
The one who tells you what is right and what is wrong
The one you want to be
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
We are one, you can confide in me
We are one, you cannot hide from me
I am to you
The friend you'll never know
Each phase of life
A new scenario
I am to you
Each phase of life
song performed by by Xentrix
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A Little Light
IN THE roughest of seas,
a warship wages war with a raging storm
in absent abyss of light,
First mate shouts out 'ship',
as he points to light in the night.
Warships send a signal of warning
(no response, no reply)
Warships send a signal of warning again,
but, a warship will not give way nor give in.
(no response, no reply) ,
Warship captain, at his wits limit, is very irrate.
His reply, send a signal with this warning,
'I will run you down and damn you to dark-
ness, to an eternal night of the abyss.
(a response, the reply)
Damn me? Damn me? Damn me
to eternal darkness of the abyss?
By the eternal light of my lighthouse,
run me down and you shall fly
WHEN WARSHIPS HAVE WINGS! ! !
A captain of a warship so quick to judge,
with all his weapons of war could not win a war
over a little light, Hmmmmmm
Peace.... and let your little light shine my friends
poem by Randy Hogan
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Give Me That Signal
Take your hands out your pockets...
And,
Give me every signal...
That you don't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal...
That you don't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal...
That you don't have to worry at all.
If you believe...in!
Whatever that it was that gave you faith.
Believe...in!
Whatever that it was that kept you in faith.
If you 'believed'....
You could move any cloud cover in the sky.
You would not cry.
Give me that signal...
That you don't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal...
That you don't have to worry at all.
If you believe...in!
Whatever that it was that gave you faith.
You wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
And wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
You wouldn't have to worry at all.
If you believe...in!
Whatever that it was that gave you faith.
You wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
No wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
No wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
No wouldn't have to worry at all.
Give me that signal
No wouldn't have to worry at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now a Star
Now a Star is something for you and I to see, a bright and firy spectacle
in belief, it boasters it's rays in every way, our's give us light in the
day, God's Star shows in our heart of something beautiful on day, a star
shows bright even in the night, now we know of it's might, just thinking of
Betelguse, and the quieting red it produce, the sky if full of these stars,
for a quite night, and time for truce, a signal of peace, peace in heaven,
a universal signal, for peace on earth.
poem by Dennis L. Maxberry
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Signals
No sooner
Light changes color
Why do you take off?
Red light awaits ahead
Why such a hurry?
Green light's signal to go
Red light's signal to stop
To control man's movement
A light stands at every step
Look ahead and drive
It's dangerous otherwise
Harm awaits
At every intersection.
On the road
All the way
Many lines we see
Solid and dashed
White and yellow
And lo behold
Signs and numbers
That set the limits.
Colors of lights
Stretches of lines
Symbols and numbers
Our creations
Are all there
To guide us
For our own safety
Observe we must
Signals they send
And to follow them
Is our duty.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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The Glory of the Day Was In Her Face
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull cars, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.
poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Angkor Wat
Out of the brightest tree the moon became the morning sun,
And there again reflected on the dreams of everyone.
Out of the starlight night the telling of all our lives,
And racing faster than the northwestern world.
Starpoint to signal our endlessness
Starpoint to signal this evermore
Starpoint to compass: we look to the north
To return to the centre: angkor wat.
song performed by by Yes
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Angkor Wat
Out of the brightest tree the moon became the morning sun,
And there again reflected on the dreams of everyone.
Out of the starlight night the telling of all our lives,
And racing faster than the northwestern world.
Starpoint to signal our endlessness
Starpoint to signal this evermore
Starpoint to compass: we look to the north
To return to the centre: angkor wat.
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Venus
A face-to-face meting and,
Of the sad response from you;
But don't ossify your conscience and think that you are wiser!
For the authenticity of the matter is that,
You are Venus and i am Edward;
And i have an ultimate love for you.
Adjunct to scrutinise,
And ruled by one land for all;
But the scenario is not different from your face,
Because i do grow day and night.
You are all that the muse brought to me this night,
And i here to love you for what you are;
But, your sad response shows on your face,
And you have much to learn about love.
You are Venus and i am Edward,
But you are the act of the night from the muse;
So wake up and be very straight on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Understanding Prison Signs
One long loud signal bell
Or several short sharp whistle blasts
Tell you to stay sitting if your are.
Standing, sit on the floor 'til
Your hear the signal that it's over.
The signs on the walls make it clear;
'Warning Shoits Will Not
Be Fired' in here.
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Iwishicouldbeeverylittlethingyouwanted
iwishicouldbeeverylittlethingyouwanted
Septemb er 10,2009
11: 27a.m.
You’ve let me cry
Let me dropp tears on your cheeks
You’ve let me feel your warm embrace
As we spent the night watching the crying sky
you’ve let me catch my breath
let me rest from all the blood that I drained
You appeared in front of me
Inside my personal hell
As the bells signal your song
And all its sadness fills my ear
It's like a wonderful dream
Blurred by flowing tears
I know I have done you wrong
But I wanted to apologize to you
For those sad memories we’ve made
And kept on living because of that
It kept me alive, alone for so long
But I still remember when I woke up embracing you
I miss you I miss you so much I could die
When I hear the bells signal your song
i know that your sadness and mine is the same
your wish is also my wish
your dreams are also mine...
but i am yet to make your night into day...
poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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TOMAD: Think of Me as Dead...[Personal; Death; Humor; Friends]
For family, friends, and acquaintances, I've a thought to share.
In the future if you think of me, think of me as dead. If you dare.
It's really for your benefit as soon you'll plainly see.
You'll really like the feel of it, if you are like me.
There's no need to know the cause of death. I don't mean to alarm,
but if you think it would help, I've a scenario of 'harm'.
Now 'harm' isn't what I'd call death. But I needed a rhyme.
I'd just call death a natural progression of the sands of time.
The Scenario:
Just imagine me in some mountains, hunting a golden eagle's nest.
It's such a romantic way to die as birds just are the best.
Anyway just imagine eagle carrying prey to its lofty aerie,
and me approaching from rocky ledge above, even though it's scary.
I'm dressed all in camouflage and eagle parents don't see me.
They fly away and I descend to nest, ....chicks reaching for my knee.
I could have shot some photos from several feet away,
but the chance to touch young eagles doesn't come every day.
Well I guess the eaglets had a similar thought when they both saw me.
One grabbed my right ankle while the other grabbed left knee.
Now I was getting quite excited, as you may have guessed.
I'll let you finish this scenario as you think is best.
BENEFITS of TOMAD:
Now back to why thinking me as dead really could be cool.
It's not an idle thought on a down day. Don't take me for a fool.
If in past year you've neglected to call, or send email, gift, or card,
you've now got the ultimate excuse to ignore this bard.
There's no good reason to communicate with a person you think is dead,
though I've heard some have tried such a thing. What's wrong in their head?
You can always think of me fondly, enjoy my memory,
and IF I call you, after the shock, you can smile with glee.
But once the conversation's over, you can think again of me as 'passed'.
I think you should give this a try. You may well catch on fast.
But don't think of the idea as only good for you.
I can see there could be some advantages for myself too.
If I think of myself as dead, no more chores I'll have to do….
including calling, emailing or writing.....to you or you or YOU!
(May 2012)
poem by Bri Edwards
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Mathan
The red pot is your signal of love and,
I really love you my sweet Mathan! !
So put on your red light that i may see your face,
For i am like the picture that is framed hanging in your room!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hot
she was hot, she was so hot
I didn't want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn't get home on time
she'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-
I'd go mad. . .
it was foolish I know, childish,
but I was caught in it, I was caught.
I delivered all the mail
and then Henderson put me on the night pickup run
in an old army truck,
the damn thing began to heat halfway through the run
and the night went on
me thinking about my hot Miriam
and jumping in and out of the truck
filling mailsacks
the engine continuing to heat up
the temperature needle was at the top
HOT HOT
like Miriam.
leaped in and out
3 more pickups and into the station
I'd be, my car
waiting to get me to Miriam who sat on my blue couch
with scotch on the rocks
crossing her legs and swinging her ankles
like she did,
2 more stops. . .
the truck stalled at a traffic light, it was hell
kicking it over
again. . .
I had to be home by 8,8 was the deadline for Miriam.
I made the last pickup and the truck stalled at a signal
1/2 block from the station. . .
it wouldn't start, it couldn't start. . .
I locked the doors, pulled the key and ran down to the
station. . .
I threw the keys down. . .signed out. . .
your goddamned truck is stalled at the signal,
I shouted,
Pico and Western. . .
. . .I ran down the hall,put the key into the door,
opened it. . .her drinking glass was there, and a note:
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?
quote by Adam Savage
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