Flamboyant
You live in a world of excess
where more is more
and less is much less
A day without fame
is a waste
and a question of need
is a question of taste
You're so flamboyant
the way you look
It gets you so much attention
Your sole employment
is getting more
You want police intervention
You're so flamboyant
the way you live
You really care that they stare
And the press deployment
is always there
It's what you do for enjoyment
You live in a time of decay
when the worth of a man
is how much he can play
Every day
all the public must know
where you are, what you do
'cause your life is a show and
You're so flamboyant
the way you live
and it's not even demeaning
You're so flamboyant
It's like a drug
you use to give your life meaning
You're so flamboyant
The way you look
It gets you so much attention
Your sole employment
Is getting more
You want police intervention
Every actor needs
an audience
Every action is
a performance
It all takes courage
You know it
Just crossing the street
well, it's almost heroic
You're so flamboyant
There you are
at another preview
In a pose
the artist and you
To look so loud
may be considered tacky
Collectors wear black clothes
by Issey Miyake
You're so flamboyant
the way you look
It gets you so much attention
Your sole employment
is getting more
You want police intervention
You're so flamboyant
The way you live
You really care that they stare
And the press deployment
is always there
It's what you do for enjoyment
-aca
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Making Sense
if our choice of words
is smooth and reserved like
a lady educated in a state university
they say we make sense,
if you are rich and flamboyant
and ride in flashy cars and live
in expensive mansions in exclusive
subdivisions, then by all means
you make sense
despite the fact that you are
immoral, and treacherous and
scheming and oppressive and
congenitally lying with your teeth grinning,
to them you still make sense
they still want to be pictured beside you
and you make them your own property
as they all adore and worship you,
i don't.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Social Outings
Have you realised
That the more
You go for
Social outings
The more you
Increase your
Monthly spendings
On costly outfits
Flamboyant recipes
Expensive gifts -
Just to impress
Each other
As per society's
Askings -
Or you get
Left out -
By the social strata.
Kitty parties
Hen parties
Stag parties
Bachelor parties
Couple parties…
The list of these
Events is endless.
If you
Want to keep
Climbing up
The social ladder
And keep maintaining
Your position
Up the ladder,
You can keep
Going to these
Social outings,
To impress
Each other,
And outdo
The other's
Cravings -
For the best attention,
Huge monthly
Expenses, no matter.
But I've
Taken myself
Out of this trap.
I've
Minimised
My social
Get-togethers
As I don't want
To be a part of this
Rat-race
Which makes me
Increase my
Daily expenses
And warrants my
Thought processes
To worry about
What to wear,
Why to wear,
How to wear,
What to give,
Why to give,
How to give
For society to
Tell me - yes,
This is the
Trendiest
Way to live!
Might as well
Focus on my poetry
As I've realised
That all these
Materialistic
Gimmicks -
Take me away
From my poetry
And I would
Rather
Think of
What to write
How to write
Why to write
Instead of
Brooding over
The what...s,
Why…s
And how…s
Of pleasing the
Whims and fancies
Of this pompous
Society.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Winter (parody)
(with apologies to fanie olivier)
Already early in May you can feel the wind gallop,
it is already cutting icily from twelve o’clock
and blows sand
leaves and old plastic bags sky-high.
Across the street the neighbour’s drain is overflowing
and sewerage flows along at the end of the yard,
while the other neighbour’s wife forwardly winks at me
and she’s a flamboyant girl,
her husband is well built and somewhat angry
and she has got a teenage daughter, who draws attention like her mother,
dressing at times somewhat nakedly,
while the neighbour comforts himself with bottles of brandy,
sometimes wanting to know about his wife’s wiles from me,
when I see pain and grief eating at him.
[Reference: “winter” by fanie olivier.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Putting words on hold
some words, some elaborate words
they have not acquired a life
in my system, so they shall not have
the chance to grace my humble stage - the page
i reckon they are still in the makeup stage
bewildering over which colours
to choose for their cheeks, nails
as well as the most flamboyant
outfit to go with them all
until they claim a character
of their own, they shall be held
in silence behind the large red curtains
of my academic stage
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The shadow of a tree at sunset
How beautiful the life is if it's a cartoon film?
He dreamed that he was a flamboyant tree in a lonely park.
Do you believe if he says that he cries?
Yes my dear, huge trees too cry sometimes.
But the tears not valued at all.
All his tears clotted and turned into diamonds, as it's a dream.
Then he saw the greedy men come and pick those into their sacks.
He knows that his lengthy shadow won't long last.
Let them fill their pockets and one day they realize,
Those are not diamonds but tears.
* Like wind we go nothing in hand.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Employment Goals Seek Attain Dreams
employment gives us options
employment creates opportunities
employment enhances meetings
employment demands responsibilities
employment provides relative incomes
employment pays plan budget bills
employment advocates option savings
employment allows stepping stones
employment wisdom attains rewards
employment goals seek attain dreams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Waking The Dawn
The fumbling days finally crashed
Along with the rolling waves
And shattered like the breaking tides
Where the apathetic crags stood
Like silent marks of a grave
I would finally rise
With all mustered confidence
From beneath the ocean floor
Where I hid with the light show
Of the flamboyant nights
I shall wear my best suit to enthuse
The waking dawn on the shore
A tatterdemalion suit
But still, my best
With all flamboyance I can muster
And I would run in the beach
Alone from the wakening
And shake the hands of the dawn
Though, I know how this would end
Another premature sunset.
poem by Norman Santos
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Given A Separate Life To Live
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
You know,
Just this morning I awakened...
With just this one thought on my mind.
I thought...
How can I be of more use to those,
In the catering to their self-centered ways.
And no sooner had I finished my questioning...
Here you are,
Telling me I have nothing else to do anyway.
Why should I object to fulfilling your requests?
This has to be 'divine' intervention.
And so happy I am you called,
To bring my activities to 'my' attention.
And...
I will be giving more of my attention,
To my own activities...
Very soon.
'Did I upset you?
What did I say? '
Upset?
With you?
Are you kidding.
No.
You said exactly what I needed to hear.
At the right time and hour of my life!
'Well...
Are you going to be on point or not? '
Oh...
So sharp am I going to be on point,
You may claim I am too dangerous to annoy...
From this day forward.
Knowing...
We each have been given a separate life to live.
Amen.
'AMEN? '
Amen.
Thank you.
I needed that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long live the Recession
The steel factory has
stopped to gorge iron ore
Coz due to recession
demand is no more.
Peace of barren mine
Undisturbed by a human kind
Beckons new birds and kine
To stay, populate and dine.
Flowers and Plants flourish
Younglings and saplings are nourished
The beheaded trees bloom
And crazy cuckoos croon
A young bird is building
a nest in the deserted house,
To please and cheer his
expectant spouse.
Far away a flamboyant bird twits,
“Mr.Recession is dead”
Other birds chirp
“Long live the Recession”.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/11/2009
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