While Drinking Scotch
Techno?
Heck no!
-9: 46 August 6,2011
poem by Tim Cronin
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I'm Really Into Techno
So, what kind of music do you listen to?
I'm really into Techno, but that's about it.
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song performed by by Garbage
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Techno Boy
Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
He only creates and doesn’t destroy!
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!
Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
All gadgets and sci-fi things are his toy!
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!
Sing: Techno Boy! Techno Boy! Techno Boy!
The smiley face who gives people only joy!
Here comes the super-truper Techno Boy!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Techno Pop
Music non stop, techno-pop
Music non stop, techno-pop
Synthetic electronic sounds
Industrial rhythms all around
Music non stop, techno-pop
Synthetic electronic sounds
Industrial rhythms all around
Music non stop, techno-pop
Music non stop, techno-pop
Synthetic electronic sounds
Industrial rhythms all around
Music non stop, techno-pop
[Spanish]
La musica ideas portara (Music will bring new ideas)
y siempre continuara (and will continue forever)
Sonido electronico (Electronic sound)
Decibel sintetico (Synthetic dB)
La musica ideas portara
y siempre continuara
Sonido electronico
Decibel sintetico
Music
Synthetic
Techno-pop
La musica ideas portara
y siempre continuara
Sonido electronico
Decibel sintetico
Music non stop,
Music non stop,
Music non stop,
Music non stop, techno-pop
Music non stop, techno-pop
Synthetic electronic sounds
Industrial rhythms all around
Es musst immer weiter gehn'
Musik konstruiere von Ideen
Music
Non stop
Techno-pop
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Redneck Woman - Gretchen Wilson
Well, I ain't never
Been the Barbie doll type,
No, I can't swig that sweet champagne,
I'd rather drink beer all night.
In a tavern,
Or in a honky-tonk,
Or on a four-wheel-drive tailgate.
I've got posters on my wall of
Skynard, Kid, and Strait.
Some people look down on me,
But I don't give a rip.
I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard,
With a baby on my hip.
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm a redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad.
I'm just a product of my raisin',
And I say, 'Hey y'all, and hee haw.'
I keep my Chirstmas lights on on my front porch all year long.
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song.
So here's to all my sisters
Out there, keepin' it country,
Let me get a big 'Heck yeah'
From the redneck girls like me.
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
Victoria's Secret,
Well, their stuff's real nice.
Oh, but I can buy the same darn thing
On a Wal-Mart shelf
Half-price.
And still look sexy,
Just as sexy
As those models on tv.
No, I don't need no designer tags
To make my man want me.
You might think I'm trashy,
And a little too hard core.
But in my neck of the woods,
I'm just the girl next door.
(Chorus)
(this time, though, it's '...Tanya Tucker song...')
(Chorus)
(this time, it's '...Ol' Bocephus song...')
(heck yeah) .
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
Heck yeah, (heck yeah) .
I said 'HECK YEAH! ! '
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Techno World
What ever happened to the good old days
neighbors talk, kids playing outside
no cable TV, no reality TV
days made of leisure and fun almost gone
the world of techno took it down
ipads, iphone, cells, video games
they have taken over our lives
no more face to face talks
the phone call go to texting
play time is video game time
where did we go wrong
I 'll take the good old days
people were more open and friendly
techno made the world more deadly
no one pays attention
all round people are looking at the techno
texting and driving going to kill someone
give me the old phones and the fence talks like
the good old days
kids playing outdoor
block partying on the street
antennas on the roofs
boom boxes for the music
everyone paying attention
techno killed the real world
poem by Michael Peterson
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We've probably gotten 500 calls from people saying what the heck is going on with gas, and I gotta say I agree with you. What the heck is going on with gas?
quote by Janet Napolitano
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Angel my Niece
Baptized in church in Minneapolis,
it was a special day I would not miss.
I have a photo of you and me,
we both were smiling happily.
Then when your first Christmas came,
I got to see you once again.
First Christmas for baby Angel my niece,
It was happy and filled with peace.
Then of course I would only see you sparingly.
I have pictures of your volleyball game,
you are a teenager now you don't look the same.
I also have photos of you and with Allisa at your grandma's,
You are very happy just because.
Because you are a sweet and caring girl,
You are precious to the world.
I'm glad I saw you graduate,
It was a glorious and memorable day.
Happy Birthday I also wanted to say,
I hope you received your card I sent your way.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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Christina Sunrise
Submitted: Sunday, August 28,2011
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Techno Despair
The world ages,
We grow,
To die in a techno age,
Is something wonderful,
See humanity evolve,
But fail in despair at the same time,
The world ages,
We grow,
To die in a techno age.
Beauty or Despair.
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Indian dawn - Anna Hazare
00.00 hours 15th August 1947
Indian Independence
Was born
But that night dawned
Only on 16th August 2011
After six four years
When *Ralegan Siddhi's sun
Rose over the
Mountenous heaps of
Corruption
Created by the
Indian elected representatives
*Anna Hazare's birth place in Maharashtra
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Once Is Enough
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
All you got is one life
Living once can be rough
But if you live every day all the way
Once is enough
You can own just one suit
Worn and torn at the cuff
But if youre livin the life that you love
Once is enough
Whats the good of reaching ninety
If you waste eighty-nine
You got one life so live it
If you dont its a crime
Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
Never wait until tomorrow
What if it never comes
Life is a seven layer
Dont you settle for crumbs
Lifes a playful puppy
You can grab by the scruff
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
And if you live every sec what the heck
Once is enough
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Carnival Of Victory
The month of August, carnival for all the year,
When Anna forces the wild democracy move his way,
And showed the nation his power on a single day.
Krishna on Janamashtimi blessed his old son dear;
August 27,2011, lavish, mesmerizes far and near.
The thirteen day fast made all tyrants lay,
Like rotten meat in a garbage tray.
August, revolution, burnt all the liars.
The night guards its dear masses in fine,
Of kingdom’s: honest pearls rebuking rogues few,
Our white empress fled, in western towers safe line,
Back home, August, feasting and dancing on happy dew,
Ready to gulp the corrupts in a single drought,
Sunshine and clean air, delivered by Anna fine!
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Techno Madness
Snooped and watched...
In a primative upscale modern scheme,
To demean.
And patrolled by robots scattered.
Coming to your neighborhood.
Appearing on the scene.
Tapped and padded down,
By sensors planted underground...
To monitor each step.
And what thought one has,
Communicating to exchange...
Probing what the mind thinks next!
Systematic techno madness,
Has arrived in disguise to grow.
Systematic techno madness,
Has arrived speeding minds of the wise...
Who know!
Snooped and watched...
And patrolled by robots scattered.
Tapped and padded down,
By sensors planted underground...
To monitor each step.
Producing an accepted techno madness,
At its systematic best.
We're being undone to redo,
To renew and improve...
What's been done!
And for everyone that dawning comes.
To leave a life once known,
Quicker than can be imagined.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boy running in the rain...
His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
his gander gait
under the burlap mop
Who's looking at me
Why is everyone looking at my legs
His mother telling him to be back this summer
before the green peacocks turn to Indian blue
Droplets big as his nightshade eyes bursting at each
swan step
Boy on an errand
The stealthy guilt-ridden leaves of the linden
Motionless in the metallic green boiling flood
Boy still running in the rain
How old am I
As old as the linden when it was eight
Where are the caterwauling magpies this day
None to mock me in my gait
He thinks he's running in the still hot rain
But the cars and trucks along the road shower
In their mindless manic main
Wait till you see my master drive me proud
Over the bridges under high-voltaging cables
My throat loosening up in coughs and curses
The mud drained from my tired gables
Boy still keeps running in the rain
When will the summer end
When the cotton sky turns to lead
Or when the boy stops running in the rain
(©: T. Wignesan July 13,2011 - Thursday, August 4,2011 - Poetry Page: A Long Story Short Website 'Poem of the Month', August 2011.)
poem by T. Wignesan
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August....
August is the month for kids it’s the last few weeks of freedom before a new school year begins.
August is the month where many parents are excited that its here cause they don’t want their kids home alone.
August is the last month before fall begins.
August is the only month that has fewer holidays than most months.
August is the month where most teens are happy because it means that it’s the last school year for most.
August is the month that I really don’t care for but I also like as well.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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My mother really didn't know a heck of a lot about business. She was a very good mother, that made sure we ate right and we had our cod liver oil, but didn't know a heck of a lot about what I did.
quote by Sanford I. Weill
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Shieka My Pup
Shieka was my second pup who was a lot of fun.
He looked like a miniature Ta-Shieka.
who was half German Shepherd and Chow,
Shieka was born in the state with a lot of cows.
Yes, he was born in Wisconsin.
He was half Pomeranian.
His mother’s name was named Sweet Carolyne,
she had Pomeranian, in her blood line.
His father’s name was Dream Boat for Shieka
was born on the St. Croix river,
I got Shieka him out of Wisconsin so he wouldn’t shiver.
His dad was of the Sheltie breed,
Shieka was very independent and did is own thing.
He would pick up a bone, walk,
then put it down then lift his leg do his thing,
He was shipped to Minnesota and there he lived.
I bought Shieka at a pet store and took him to the sunshine state,
He was well behaved on the plane, he was really great.
He stayed with me, until one sad day,
someone came and took him away.
He was out chasing cats in the front lawn,
I didn’t believe it, I thought how could he be gone?
I know wherever he is, he is running around a little tree.
He is having fun, amusing everyone.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 25,2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Sick Of It
These romantic songs,
Feels like I am wearing a thong,
Uncomfortable, wrong
I don’t feel so strong,
With all the talk about emotions,
All I see are these motions,
All this love,
Well put it at your ass entrance and shove,
I am sick of it,
This is all a piece of shat,
I need to grow up,
And you need to shut the heck up!
Go find someone else who cares,
I can even pay you the fair,
For the taxi to get you the heck out of here,
I am sick of the tears.
poem by Samatha Squiers
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Streets of Life
Walking down a crowded street
Friends can suddenly appear
Bustling on their happy feet
Telling you that they're so near
Walking down an empty street
Makes you wonder if you're lost
For there is no one to greet
You're like walking in a frost
Walking down the streets of life
On which roadway will you be?
That of glory or of strife?
Or on path where you'd be free?
Walking down the august hall
By the road you know not where
Is there pride as you recall?
How the heck did you get there?
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Happy 2011
HAPPY 2011
H-ave
A
P-eaceful
P-rosperous
Y-ear
I trust that 2011 is going to be a year to remember
That from January to December
You are going to be blessed
That all will turn out for the best
You will win every test
Fix all that is messed
Restore broken relations
Have more patience
When times become tough
They will be overcome by love
You will give no place to fear
And 2011 will be an awesome year
Gods very best to you and your family for 2011
Love
Henry & Madalene 31 January 2011
Hebry Brown 31 January 2011
poem by Henry Brown
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Defining A Good Life
lifeline written
in the palm
of your hand
a secret humanity
finds hard
to understand
a long life
is not necessity
a good life
if a short life
is a good life
a better life?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in August 2011 on the 1.8.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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