Streaking The Australian Way
Streaking
Do we do on a lonely campus night
Tvs a drag and theyre turning off the city lights
I remember the days of the party raids
And sitting on combs was a silly craze
We got a new one
And its called
Streaking the old australian way
Streaking
Were bringing back the age
Streaking
The old australian way
Streaking
Its not what you call your regular high school course
Its a little like lady godiva without the horse
You just need a crowd and some confidence
Theres nothing special to wear so theres no expense
Everybody can do it
So lets go streaking
The old australian way
Were bringing back the age
Streaking
The old australian way
Me and my lady are going to get away
Then go streaking night and day
We felt for awhile there was nothing new to try
You dont have to smoke it but it still gets you high
You just need a mg to get away
And maybe a nice warm sunny day
Anybody can do it
So lets go streaking the old australian way
Were bringing back the age
Streaking
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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streaking
through my soul
earth's essence
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Borderline
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
I smuggle whiskey, I smuggle gin
Where theres a need well I just truck on in
Im a gambling man, son of a gun
Ill take the risks now baby Ill make the run
Wanna get home now, back in the saddle
Aint gonna drive this kinda grade a cattle
Daylights rising across the plains
This rig is streaking like a hellbound train
Albuquerque now, new mexico
This .? ? ? .. one night show, yeah
* (and Im) one step closer to the devil
One step further from the law
Lord I guess Im just on borrowed time
But Im one step closer to the
One step closer to the borderline
18 hours on this one long shift
Wanna hear the sweet sound of my tailgate lift
Lord Im dying out on this road
Wanna see my baby, help me unload
* repeat
[instrumental]
Rolling stock now, shifting steel
Got a woman with a touch to heal
Diesel, dust and my wheels are humming
So close to home, can you feel me coming
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline
[instrumental]
* repeat
To the borderline...
To the borderline...
Wheels are rollin down on home
song performed by by Ufo
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streaking
from dust to dust
the light
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Run Rudolph Run
(marvin brode & johnny marks)
Out of all the reindeer, you know youre the mastermind
Run run rudolph vixen cant be far behind
Run run rudolph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
Said santa to the boy child what would you be longing for
All I want for christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar
Then away went rudolph streaking like a shooting star
Run run rudloph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
(go go go)
Said santa to the girl child what would you be pleased most to get
A little barbie doll that can cry sleep drink and wet
Then away went rudolph streaking like a citation jet
Run run rudolph santa got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the interstate down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
... round round round round round
Run run rudolph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Rest
There you were laying
Not making a sound
I was watching you
While you were sleeping
Then All the commotion
Streaching out inside
My brain
In the uncovered
Blackness, of ink creeping
And my written words streaking through
My falling tears,
Outside people were talking
My thoughts became on fire
poem by Howard Johnson
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Stargirl Seven
Last night, I stole a glance of you streaking the zenith
in a moment of tranquil alarm, liberated from the
burden of grim isolation and despair. My
eyes lit in wonderment as you burst
free of your skin to finally share
one brilliant supernova with
this most woeful mortal
until spectral dust
danced away
glittering.
poem by John Weber
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No Streaking Today (Fun Poem 85)
We sat in a tail back
on a very hot day;
my temperature gauge began to rise.
I turned up the heater full blast
to cool the engine down a bit.
My wife sat in the passenger seat
roasting a little bit.
She said she could smell something,
probably just her cheesy feet.
I could take my clothes off.
I said no streaking today.
You would scare the living daylights
out of all the drivers around here.
She sat there and roasted a bit more,
and when I felt she was done on that side
I turned her over
so the other side could get cooked.
29 July 2007
poem by David Harris
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Armless Enemies
In your domain
walking with men of straw
to immolate myself.
If power was sacred
why you did not stop
the reversing of gender role?
Oh, there was water on Mars
streaking like the tears
on your face.
The apes were coming.
There was elation and suspicion.
The vortex of existence needs surgery.
Unlikeness calls for
introspection. I am asking
god to pray for me.
poem by Satish Verma
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Cape Town Weather Forecast
Lighting jagged, infernal fierce
The darkness pierce
Streaking the sky
Charged currents fly
The rain drops, round and sweet, plump down
On a parched town
Rivulets run
Children have fun
The sun peaks out from behind cloud
Joy! Shouts aloud
Welcome warmth soak
A comfort cloak
poem by Suzette Crous
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For You To Know
I am lonely here like a deserted room
In the city
My windows refuse the orange moon
The sad calls only
Of the sea
Keep penetrating
My writing table has not grown words
Of beautiful shapes
Stunted scribblings only
By the wooden walls
And the lizards’ trails
On the hot ceiling
Keep streaking
such weird
acidity
stinking sticking
the day rains detest
this happening
i am waste liquid
splattered on cold floors
fetid urine
slowly drying throughout summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for you to know
I am lonely here like a deserted room
In the city
My windows refuse the orange moon
The sad calls only
Of the sea
Keep penetrating
My writing table has not grown words
Of beautiful shapes
Stunted scribblings only
By the wooden walls
And the lizards’ trails
On the hot ceiling
Keep streaking
such weird
acidity
stinking sticking
the day rains detest
this happening
i am waste liquid
splattered on cold floors
fetid urine
slowly drying throughout summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Well, I'm half Australian, half English and I live in London. That is the only reason I came upon this story. My Australian mother, Meredith Hooper, was invited in late 2007 by some Australian friends to make up a token Australian audience in a tiny fringe theater play reading of an unproduced, unrehearsed play called 'The King's Speech.'
quote by Tom Hooper
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A Disciple Writes
a poem.
not a legal treatise
surprisingly a poem
that she posts in a blog
spots of her own blood
staining
spits of her own mouth
streaking
circles and triangles of
stories of her
longings and anxieties
though some speak of her
simple joys in life
and when we meet again
in class
we forget what we are
on the other hand
we go back to serious business
law and order
rights and obligations
cases to read
points to argue
perhaps a poem
i could have told her
could simply be a diversion
tactic
for what we shy away
and then we target the real thing
bow and arrow
bullet and gun for a kill
to get at the top
and be silent again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Electrified Romance
The shock makes me shake……,
When I’m in your embrace…..,
Sends me like a rocket into outer space…..,
Almost nuclear power…….,
A sensation I cannot erase……,
Thunder shakes me……,
As the passion takes me……,
And I don’t stand a chance……,
With this Electrified Romance……,
Can’t resist your magnetic charm……,
When we touch my heart sounds an alarm…..,
To run away, but I really want to stay…..,
Cause I’ve got high-voltage streaking through my veins…..,
As a Sensual Telepathy*** connects our brains……,
It’s an Electrified Romance……! ! !
(*** Sensual Telepathy, recorded by T.M.. (c) T.M Music, Inc.,2006.)
poem by Trade Martin
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Seasons of Query
Autumn is here
And the nights cooler and clear
Sparkling heavens
Full moons lit by
Thousands of suns
Autumn is here,
With twinkling starry skies
Breath taking Throbbing hearts
Quickening pulses
Comets
Streaking across the skies
And falling stars
Riding the heavens
Once again I wonder
At the works
Of a divne planner
Or physics in the making
Or a chaos hap and hazard
An autumn night
With all its mighty splendor
Whose cause I do not know
Though my mind
Never at rest
I enjoy the pleasure
Of my nest
Shimon
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Sonnet: For a Spider
O spider, thou with legs so hairy
So innocent, ugly-cute and scary
As I ponder wonderingly
What you would have lived to see
But your life, cut short with tragic blow
Far from your sun’s warm native glow
In Sweden, trapped from tropic skies
Finding comfort in a shower, ‘til your demise
Smashed body streaking down the wall
No longer soft round fuzzy ball
Legs furry stuck to wall and book
Out of respect for the dead, I did not look
Closer at the slimy goo
Instead this sonnet I write for you.
poem by Heidi Kristine
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Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
The armys up the rode
Salvation la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Dont start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, its only me.
Do you still remember
Decembers foggy freeze --
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Crimson of Fear
`
Invisible but not voiceless,
This fire within me burning;
Fueled by things long since done;
Uncertain it would continue
And most certainly would one day end.
Resounding vermillion trains,
Travelling across frontier lands;
That began by fits and starts.
But this is just the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.
Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Scarlet ink on blue paper;
Conversing along the lines;
Uncertain it would continue,
And most certainly would one day end.
Slumbering souls awaken,
Speaking to us on paper;
Streaking sheets with stunning stains.
But this is not the beginning,
And most certainly is not the end.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Hey Foxymophandlemama, Thats Me
Dont you want people to love you?
My spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...
Spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...
Thats the only thing I want so much...
Dont you want people to love you?
My spanking, thats the only thing I want so much...
Thats the only thing I want so much...
Why is that better than being hugged?
Why is that better than being hugged?
Because you get closer to the person...
Closer to the person...
Why is that better than being hugged?
Because you get closer to the person...
Closer to the person...
Just like a person having sex feels cared for...
We wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
And they feel loved about that...
And this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
I want it, I dream about it, I think about it, I want it...
Just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know?
Its the way Ill always be probably...
My last one was born in the system...
See, theyre stupid, very stupid, those people over there...
Theyre stupid...
These people are so below mentality, honest to god, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
This mentality, honest to god, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
Honest to god, really...
You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me...
Bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me...
Everything seems so eight ball...
Everything seems so eight ball...
And i, I dont know if thats my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
And I dont know if thats my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
Think they got me...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...hmm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
...know if thats my imagination, but, umm...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
Hey foxymophandlemama, thats me...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
She prides herself on her cleaning habits...
Its a lovely stupid mop, it is...
Theres something really screwey about no streaking...
Is it any old dumb mop? it streaks...
Come on mop, no streaking mop...
I dont mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, I dont like it...
Its not me, its the mop...
Come, I bought some new mops...
Go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop...
I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
I dont believe it...old sponge mop...
Dumb old sponge mop...
Dumb old sponge mop...
Old sponge mop...
Dumb old sponge mop...
Youre right, this mops stupid...
Dumb old sponge mop...
I dont believe it...now the floor looks beautiful...
Thats why they call me mophandlemama...
Now the floor looks beautiful...
Thats why they call me mophandlemama...
Thats why they call me mophandlemama...
Thats why they call me mophandlemama...
In two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed...
The twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today...
The manager told her to completely forget...
If you ever go to bed, Ill kill you...
Do I tell the whole world that Im mentally ill?
Go to the papers...yeah, why not?
Drum roll...
I want to show them that I can walk on my own without hands of theirs...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
Very much so...
Think I deserve to be loved...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
...to be loved, dont you?
But I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
Very much so...
Do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself?
Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yes, I believe I would...
I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yes, I believe I would...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
...that I can walk without hands of theirs...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
...that I can walk without hands of theirs...
And, I can still fantasize, but I keep it to myself...
Keep it to myself...keep it to myself...
I think I deserve to be loved, dont you?
Very much so...
Do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself?
Well, if I have thought about it real, uhh, real deep...
Yes, I believe I would...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Towards 280 (after Wayne Thiebaud)
Vibrant canvas, undulant colors
thin lines of thick paint
streaking white fields,
of bright California light.
The blue road plummets
into wider boulevards.
Down steep freeways
over shadowed s-curves
the black cars streak.
Past the pink condo
rising high along the blacktop,
its thrusting blue shadow slicing
the indurate road,
they drive down bright 280
past creamy waves of warehouse
through fields of pale gold,
where at last they converge
on the incipient, blue
bay.
poem by Steven Federle
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