Festa Major de Gracia
buttons buttons everywhere
never button up our creativity
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Buttons
I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office.
Buttons—red and yellow buttons—blue and black buttons—are shoved back and forth across the map.
A laughing young man, sunny with freckles,
Climbs a ladder, yells a joke to somebody in the crowd,
And then fixes a yellow button one inch west
And follows the yellow button with a black button one inch west.
(Ten thousand men and boys twist on their bodies in a red soak along a river edge,
Gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling death in their throats.)
Who would guess what it cost to move two buttons one inch on the war map here in front of the newspaper office where the freckle-faced young man is laughing to us?
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Festa Major de Gracia
the devil, angel and me
stand in a line
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Festa Major de Gracia - told not
to touch the toilet papers that
make up the bride's dress
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Little Green Buttons
The honeymoon ended a decade ago,
If he still loves her he don't say so,
So she's taking her blues to the House af Tattoos,
Getting little green buttons on her birthday suit.
Little green buttons all in a row
From her face to the place they ain't never gonna slow.
Might sound crazy but they sure look cute,
Those little green buttons on her birthday suit.
She had supper in the oven when he came home,
Now he's snoring on the sofa to the Late, Late Show.
It was ten days later before he knew
'Bout those little green buttons on her birthday suit.
But now she's living in a house of love,
She's got his attention, he can't get enough
He spends every evening trying to undo
The little green buttons on her birthday suit.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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It usually takes two people a little while to learn where the funny buttons are and testy buttons are.
quote by Matt Lauer
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The New Shirt...
she bought me
lies on the table, still folded
and pinned. Palm trees
and a small island parade
across a black background.
The perfect gift for a man
who refuses to wear golf shirts
or one of those boring button down
bargains you find at JCPenny.
I remove the pins, the plastic
strip and the collar becomes
compliant, though not as soft
as her mouth on my neck.
The sleeves, folded across
the chest, reminded me
of the last time I held her
prisoner in my arms.
I count the buttons: seven.
Two more than on that blouse
she wore last night.
I imagine the next time
we are together, know
I won’t let a dozen buttons
come between us.
poem by Clifton King
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Beautiful Day
It doesn't rhyme and might not qualify as poetry but I kind of had fun writing it so I consider it poetry.
What a lovely dream
I came to school naked
I did my homework but my dog ate it
Then he got hit by a car
So I blamed the mailman
But the mailman got shot in the head
So I blamed Joey Mack
But Joey killed my dad
So I killed him back
But my friend caught one of the bullets
His mom was so pissed
Then I got chased by a rapist
But he spontaneously combusted
Before he could get busted
A fat man was watching
He had a heart attack
The ambulance caused a 16 car pileup
On the way to help him
32 deaths later somebody pressed a red button
3 million fried while 6 billion watched in horror
So somebody else responded by pressing all of their red buttons
But nothing happened because the electrician was a dumbass
So they called their friends who pressed all of their red buttons
And then the world was gone
So what a lovely dream
I had such a good nightmare
Why do my classmates keep staring at me like I'm naked or something?
Where's my dog?
Why didn't I get any mail?
I swear I did my homework
Hey! What's this red button for? !
BOOM! ! ! R.I.P.
poem by Ryan Sheets
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An Old-Fashioned Garden
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden,
Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day—
Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons—
Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way.
Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel
Grew until, angrily, she set me free—
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,—
Ordaining bachelor’s buttons for me.
Envoi
Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger
Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons,
And—we were wed—in the old-fashioned way.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Flying
(rod stewart, ron wood, ronnie lane)
Im flying across the ocean
And Im soaring back home
To the place I was born and probably raised.
And Im flying across the mountains and valleys,
Back home to the one that I love so happily.
Can ya blame me for feeling homesick
cause Ive been away such a very long long time ?
I served a while in the county jail, five years for
For bein hungry tired and poor, I got worried so.
On and on this I will follow with your buttons and bows.
On and on this I will follow, all alone,
You know I will follow with your buttons and bows,
With your buttons and your bows.
On and on Im flying across the ocean, going home.
Im flying across the ocean
Goin home, hoo hoo
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Sonia and You and The Promise
Sonia closed
the door
behind her
and leaned
against it
you go out
with me?
she asked
her Polish/English
grated on your ears
look I can't
I have other
things to do
you said
running a hand
to smooth
Mr Dubbin's bed
she looked around
the room
and said
what if someone
come in
and see you
here with me?
what if they think
you been having me?
but it wouldn't
be true
you said
standing up
and moving away
from the bed
you know that
and I know it
but others
they do not
she said
her voice
crisp and cool
what if I undo
my uniform
and show my breasts
and say you did it?
you blushed
at the thought
look
just leave me be
you said
she stood firm
against the door
her hands
on the lapels
of her uniform
you could say yes
she said
you could take me
out to cinema
and then
it would be good
huh?
you watched
as she undid
one button
at a time
you watched
her fingers undo
each button
with deliberate
slowness
if I say yes
you'll stop this folly?
you asked
if you mean it
I will walk
from the door
and we can leave
and I do up
the buttons
before others see
she stared at you
her pale blue eyes
on you
her lips parted
just so
you could see
her small white teeth
where do you want to go?
you asked
cinema is good
she said
in the dark
we can kiss yes?
the buttons
were undone
to reveal
her compacted tits
ok ok
you said
the cinema
it is promise?
she said coolly
you make promise
and keep?
yes I make promise
and keep
you repeated
she began to do up
the buttons
her eyes
looking at you
and she smiled
and said
good boy
we have fun no?
you breathed out
the held in breath
sweat dampened
the back
of your shirt
and trouser legs
but if
you do not
show up
she said
brushing her uniform
I'll say you make love
to me on this
Mr Dubbin's bed
and I make bed
look all untidy
and they believe
me yes?
I'll be there
trust me
you said
just let me go
I need to get
the other beds
made before lunch
she moved aside
and opened the door
her perfume
filtering your nose
off you go
she said
and be good
you went off
to make the beds
and show up
that night
as she knew
you would.
poem by Terry Collett
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Tik Tok Goes the Clock
Rising smoke
Yonder up the sky
Panting chest with message
Running feet, with chest so sweaty.
That old drum
Its sound swallowed
By buttons and codes.
As tick tok the clock runs
Of a nerve itching of need
In the archives
The drum is found
Tik tok the clock runs
Buttons and codes
A revolution info-technology.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Sell Me A Coat
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
A winters day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward steps away
Jack frost took her hand and left me, jack frost aint so cool
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
See my eyes, my window pane
See my tears like gentle rain
Thats the memory of a summer day
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
La la la la la la
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Manuscript
It's like a braille and I touched the buttons.
Then I saw the kind Gypsy Santa
He was combing his gray beard.
' It's very delicate like a woman and handle carefully son.
Each button gets currency notes in different countries
When you press gently.'
My beloved grumbles in the morning
When I said Merry Christmas to her.
'I couldn't sleep the whole night
Because you were typing a manuscript.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Essence Of His Creativity
between the space
of your buttons
i plant my reincarnation seeds
in the bed of flowers
and estatic butterflies
i plant my reincarnation seeds
like god that manifests
himself in so many kinds
senses, i will go on living
taking life as it dawns
confident that he will
alllow me to taste the
essence of his creativity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Instead of raising your hand to ask a question in class, how about individual push buttons on each desk That way, when you want to ask a question, you just push the button and it lights up a corresponding number on a tote board at the front of the class. Then all the professor has to do is check the lighted number against a master sheet of names and numbers to see who is asking the question.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Festta Major de Gracia
giant pouty lips set
our tongue wagging
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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There is only one goal. That's to keep working and keep flossing.
quote by Red Buttons
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America: It's like Britain, only with buttons.
quote by Ringo Starr
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Belly buttons are cool!
quote by Lauren Graham
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If I lose show business - I'll really be an orphan!
quote by Red Buttons
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