Well, I don't know what they'll turn out to be, but I'm working on a film of Kon Tiki.
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The Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon in the Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki,
Tiki Room. Welcome to our tropical hideaway you lucky people you. If we weren't
in the show starting right away we'd be in the audience too.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
The bird of paradise is an elegant bird. It likes to be seen and it loves to be
heard. Most little birdies will fly away but the Tiki Room birds are here every
day.
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
All the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
Our show is delightful we hope you'll agree. We hope that it fills you with
pleasure and glee. Because if we don't make you feel like that, we're gonna
wind up on a lady's hat
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room All
the birds sing words and the flowers croon
In the Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room
song performed by Hilary Duff
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Percys Song
Bad news, bad news,
Come to me where I sleep,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin one of your friends
Is in trouble deep,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
Tell me the trouble,
Tell once to my ear,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Joliet prison
And ninety-nine years,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
Oh whats the charge
Of how this came to be,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Manslaughter
In the highest of degree,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
I sat down and wrote
The best words I could write,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Explaining to the judge
Id be there on wednesday night,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
Without a reply,
I left by the moon,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And was in his chambers
By the next afternoon,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
Could ya tell me the facts?
I said without fear,
Turn, turn, turn again.
That a friend of mine
Would get ninety-nine years,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
A crash on the highway
Flew the car to a field,
Turn, turn, turn again.
There was four persons killed
And he was at the wheel,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.
But I knew him as good
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song performed by Bob Dylan
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Kon-takt!
Das schoenste ist bueroschluss, da geht alles rasch
Alle draengen und stossen - oh ja, ich mag das
Wenn koerper fluten - ganz egal wohin
Ich mittendrin und ... kon-takt
All die treffs und parties: gruess dich! - und was dann?
Stellt mich einmal jemand vor, verpass ich nies programm
Haben sie eine frage - etwas, das sie quaelt?
Meine hand hat laengst ... kon-takt
Will - will
Will - will
Will nur kon-takt
Will - will
Will - will
Will nur kon-takt
Greif die hand, greif die hand, greif die hand
Weil ich sonst nichts be-greifen kann
Greif die hand, greif die hand, die hand
Ich warte auf beruehrung: mit fuss, mit hand, mit arm
Nur was du tust, stellt dich bloss - du bist so richtig nackt
Sprich zu mir mit koerperkraft, auch wenn alles lacht
Ich glaub nur an den kon-takt
Will - will
Will - will
Will nur kon-takt
Will - will
Will - will
Will nur kon-takt
Greif die hand, greif die hand, greif die hand
Weil ich sonst nichts be-greifen kann
Greif die hand, greif die hand, die hand
Fass ans kinn, streich mein haar, putz die nase, drueck mein knie
Machs mit suff, stoff, nikotin - verlier die spannung nie
Schnipp die finger, press die arme, atme tief, beine quer
Zuck die schultern, halt mich oben: alles keinen zweck
Kon-takt
Kon-takt
Dein mund spuckt es aus: wakakawaka
song performed by Peter Gabriel
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The Tiki Bar Is Open
(John Hiatt)
[Chorus:]
Thank God the tiki bar is open
Thank God the tiki torch still shines
Thank God the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind
On a leave of absence
With no resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched into the wild blue yonder
By the boys down at Kennedy.
Checked into His Majesty's Court Hotel
Where the sign said "praise his name"
I was tired and alone I didn't feel too well
But I don't think that he was to blame.
[Chorus]
Full moon over (Concert CityState)
Full moon in my mind
And my sun tan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind
Well his name was Captain Adam Troy
And he sailed the "Kon-Tiki"
Now the captain's gone but he won't be forgotten
Nor his likes will we ever see
[Chorus]
Well a drink ain't no solution
But it can calm your fears
And if that tiki bar closes down tonight
Well I just might dissappear
[Chorus 2x]
song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Turn It Up
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
My signal's gettin' kinda weak
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I know U got 2 be a freak, ooh
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I'm still waiting by the knob
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I'm ready 4 the heavy stuff, oh yeah
CHORUS:
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come and play with my controls
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work me like a radio (oh, oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work it 'til I start 2 groove, ooh
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I know U know what 2 do (Girl, U know what 2 do)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work it 'til my clothes are wet
Turn it up, turn it up
I wanna drown in your body's sweat! (Oh yeah)
CHORUS
Now turn it up!
Come here
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Give me everything U got
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
U know I know U got a lot (Oh yeah)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
I'll play what U want me 2 play
Turn it up, turn it up
It ain't no good unless U turn it up all the way - yeah, yeah!
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come and play with my controls (oh, oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work me like a radio (Come on, baby, turn it up)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come and play with my controls (oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work me like a radio (Listen 2 me now)
Come on baby, what's it gonna be?
Are U gonna do it or are U gonna leave it up 2 me?
Are U gonna stop? Are U gonna drop?
Kiss me, kiss me! Yeah!
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come and play with my controls (oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work me like a radio (Come on, gotta, gotta, gotta..) (Oh yeah)
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Come and play with my controls (oh)
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song performed by Prince
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Guitars And Tiki Bars
We all get sick of it all now and then
When I've had it up to here
I go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea
Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key
Sick of this grind and I think that I ought
To bring this grind to a grinding halt
Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
It's guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Now I've had it up to here
Let's go down there
To guitars, tiki bars and a whole lotta love
Mangoes and Marley, you know, fit me like a glove
Sixth gear with nowhere to steer
When enough is enough
song performed by Kenny Chesney
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Tun-i Pag-ayo Ang Gugma Nga Matuod
Tun-i pag-ayo ang imong kaugalingon.
Ilha kini siya pag-ayo. Kon masabtan mo
Na siya, angayan ka na nga mahigugma.
Kay sa tinood ang tawo nga mahigugma
Sa tinood nga gugma magsugod sa
Pagsabot sa iyang kaugalingon.
Gikan dinhi, sugdan na niya pag-tan-aw
Ang lagyo nga mga butang, sa tumang
Pagsabot. Kon nganong gisapot ang adlaw.
Kon ngano nga luoran ang bulan. Kon ngano
Nga uwagan lang gihapon ang mga bitoon.
Ang tamsi ug ang ulod dili na magpanuko
Nga moangkon nga amigo mo sila,
kon ikaw tinood nga nahigugma.
Ayaw ug too nga dili gamitay ang gugma.
Gamiton mo ang imong kaugalingon ug
Ang mga butang aron molambo ang gugma.
Aron mahinog kini. Aron mangalimyon kini.
Dili na gani makwenta kon kinsay gamit kaayo.
Wala na ang kwentahay. Kay kon ikaw wala na
Kasabot, apan nagpadayon lang gihapon sa
Paghigugma, ikaw ang tinood nga gugma.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Working For The Man
Roy orbison
Re-recorded version of 1987
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Hey now
You better listen to me every one of you
We got a lot of lot of lot of lot of work to do
Forget about your women
No, no water can
Today you're working for the man
Well pick up your feet
We got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Now, don't relax
I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind
'cause you're working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man
Well i'm pickin' em' up
And i'm layin' 'em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pulled to the left, and i heaved to the right
I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right
'cause i'm working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man
Well the bossman's daughter sneaks me water
Everytime her daddy's down the line
She says "meet me tonight,
Love me right
And everyting's gonna be fine."
So i slave all day, without much pay
I'm just abiding my time
'cause the company and the daughter, you see
They both gonna be all mine
Yeah i'm gonna be the man
Gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand
If you gonna be the man
Working for the man
Working for the man
Gotta make him a hand
When you're working for the man
Working for the man
Working for the man
Original version
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Hey now
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song performed by Roy Orbison
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Girls On Film (Night Version)
See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
Are so bright
And walk right out to the four line track
There's a camera rolling on her back
On her back
And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on Film
Girls on Film
Girls on Film
Girls on Film
Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling
And miles of sharp blue water coming in
Where she lies
The diving man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling Dolly by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
Girls on Film (Two minutes later)
Girls on Film
Girls on Film (Got your picture)
Girls on Film
Wider, baby, smile and you've just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night
I'm touching close
I'm holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper,
Take me up til I'm shooting a star
Girls on Film (she's more than a lady)
Girls on Film
Girls on Film (Two minutes later)
Girls on Film
Girls on Film (see you together)
Girls on Film
Girls on Film (see you later)
Girls on Film
song performed by Duran Duran
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Girls On Film
See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out are so bright
Then walk right out to the fourline track
Theres a camera rolling on her back on her back
And I sense the rhythms humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film
Lipstick cherry all over the lens as shes falling
In miles of sharp blue water coming in where she lies
The diving mans coming up for air
Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
Girls on film (two minutes later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (got your picture)
Girls on film
Wider baby smiling youve just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night
Im touching close Im holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders with a whisper take me high
Till I Im shooting a star
Girls on film (shes more than a lady)
Girls on film
Girls on film (see you together)
Girls on film
Girls on film (see you later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (two minutes later)
song performed by Duran Duran
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Love Working On You
(jim collins/craig wiseman)
You woke up this morning
Changes were taking place
You looked in the mirror
A smile was all over your face
cause out of nowhere
Someone was there
Who dared to climb
Those walls you made
Its exciting, a little frightening
But girl dont you be afraid
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Cant even remember
All the sorrow that you left behind
Its a brand new day
Theres a bright new way
And your tears have turned into wine
You never forget
When your eyes met
Or just how clearly you could see
Where the turns are deep in your heart
That lead you to believe
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
All of the while you felt forsaken
And all of the while
Loves been waiting, waiting
Suddenly you see how it could be
If we all only felt this way
And for a while girl you can see this world
Looking through the eyes of fate
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Thats just the love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
song performed by John Michael Montgomery
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Turn The Beat Around (Def Classic Mix)
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so
Woah yeah
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Flute player play your flute 'cause
I know that you want to get your thing off
But you see I've made up my mind about it
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah
'Cause when the guitar player start playing
With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the drummer starts beating that beat
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
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song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Music Time
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Hey everybody its music time
Now, you cant expect to figure out how to be cool looking in catalogs, so forget about it
Youve gotta do it the old-fashioned way...fake it!
Yeah!
Play your drum boy!
I like music
The rhythm really gets to me
I cant control it
My feet move automatically
And I like hot licks
The kind I wish that I could play
And when I hear them
I crank the volume all the way
Turn it on
Turn it up
Turn it loud
All the way
I like strangers
Their kindness means a lot to me
They dont ask questions
Dont care about my history
And I like fast girls
I dont know whats come over me
They make me do things
I would not ordinarily
Turn me on
Turn me up
Turn me loose
All the way
Hear it
Feel it
Like it
Do it do it do it do it
Want it
Need it
Love it
Cant get enough of it
Try it
Do it
Go ahead and go for it
All the way......
And I like daydreams
Ive had enough reality
My job is boring
Im overworked and underpaid
I like tv
It stirs up all my fantasies
Girls in tight jeans
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song performed by Styx
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Ang Akong Dila
daghan ang hugaw nga hunahuna kabahin sa dila
kay kon subayon ang sunod nga pulong sa dila mao ang tila
kon unsay tilaan, imoha na kana
diha sa halalom nga kangitngit tupad sa imong
gihigugma, ug kon unsa ang imong gihigugma
imo na usab kana, motugma baya ang dila sa tila
sa imong gustong makita ug makaingon ka
nga kon unsa man ugaling kana
hugaw kaha? lami ba kaha? lami ba ang hugaw nga hunahuna?
pula nga tambis mosablay sa imong buhok
kalami bang pupuon ug dayong kini kan-on
tubigon kini tambal sa atong kauhaw
sa kagutom sa atong init nga mga adlaw
lunhaw ang imong mga pangandoy
samtang ikaw mogamit sa imong dila
sa imong paghinamhinam
sa pagkuba-kuba sa imong dughan sa imong hubag
nga kasingkasing
higala, usahay makahiubos hunahunaon
ang pag-gamit sa ilang mga dila ug kita
walay pulos sa sulod sa usa ka kagabhion
wala kitay mahikap walay kitay masabtan
ilang dila lamang ang nagtikawtikaw
ug dili matagbaw ang atong kahidlaw
ug busa ania usab ako karon mogamit
sa akong dila, motila sa katam-is sa usa ka balak
motam-os sa kaligdong sa atong mga tinguha
ang akong dila ang akong kaugalingong pulong
ang akong kaugalingong laway ang akong kaugalingong
galay sa hardin sa mga bulak sa pulong sa usa ka
pag-ulbo sa kayo sulod sa akong kasingkasing
dila sulodd sa akong baba, kalayo sulodd sa akong kasingkasing
lunsay ang tanan, hapsay, mogitib ang akong panghayhay
molandong mohupay ania dinhi sa dila ang akong kalipay
* kon ang ubang manunulat dinhi dili mag-iningles kay
mag-afrikaan, ako usab mosulay sa pagsulat sa binisaya
bisag magsalapid ang akong dila, way sukod sa balos
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Para Kanatong Mga Lalaki
akong basihan ang sulti sa akong lolo,
ang lalaki kinahanglang adunay baroganan
walay daghang pulong
kay ang iyang pulong usa lang ug dili na kani maparog
kon iya nang mabuhian
ug misunod ang akong amahan
ang lalaki dili alang sa panimalay kon dili sa darohan
diin ang iyang mga kanding, kabayo ug mga kabaw
sa daghang sagbot matagbaw
nadungog ko sila sa klaro sa wala pa sila mipanaw
apan bisan sa akong tumang kamingaw
gidasig ako
sa paghatag ug kahulugan kon unsa ba ang lalaki
kon unsa ba ako
tawo gihapon ako
usahay gani mahutdan sa pulong
usahay mawad-an sa baroganan
usahay mabalian ug bukog
usahay magkiang
magsangkiig sa kalibog ug
kahadlok ug kabalaka
kon unsay dangatan sa akong
ugma sa akong kapalaran
masayop usab ako madam-ag maulawan
mawad-an ug kusog
ug sakto nga barog
usahay moiyak usab ako sa tumang
kasuko ug sa tumang kalipay
nasuta ko kini sa akong
kaugalingon
ug sa tumang paubos
gidawat ko ang akong kahuyang
ang akong kakulangon
sa akong kaugalingon
ug labi na sa tanan gidawat ko
ang akong pagkinahanglan
kanimo babaye
karon nga akong gihalaran
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pasayloa
pasayloa
kay ang akong balak ug uban pang balak nga umaabot karon
sa akong kinabuhi
sideline na lamang
sa akong ka-busy, maglala na lamang ako sa akong mga pulong
samtang
nagpaabot pag print sa akong mga legal nga buluhaton
sama sa paghimo
ug desisyon sa mga kasong na-trial ug nahuman kagahapon
mahimo ko lamang ang mga galay sa akong mga tudling
kon ako
mopahulay sa pagbasa sa desisyon sa korte suprema
well, poetry has become just a diversion, sort of parang excuse lamang
kon motaas na ang pressure
sa trabahong nagahatag kanato sa atong
bread and butter thing
apan sa tinood lang, kon aduna pa untay kwarta sa poetry
nganong dili gud ako mag full time of poet diha kanimo
bahinon gayod ang oras
time for relaxation, poetry ka na, time for real work, lahi na usab kana
diretso lang baya ang pagsulat sa mga balak,
usahay, wrong spelling, usahay, walay lami ma reflect ang pagkawalaygana
sa pagsulat
usahay plastic sad, hisgot sa mga bulan ug mga bitoon, sa mga suba ug
dagat, ug uban pang mga bulak nga wala gayod masimhot
sa imong ilong nga gipaningot sa kakapoy ug kainit sa panahon
usahay, mora ka ug gadagkot ug kandila, halad sa mga kalag nga wala
na nimo mahinumdumi nga naglagot na kanimo ug sigeg padamgo
dinhi, ang kanindot, sulat que sulat, walay direksyon, mora ug baha sa tubig
subay sa suba nga morag halas nga galikos likos sa daplin sa kabukiran
bisan unsa pa ang buhaton, balak lang gihapon ang tanan, usahay medyo
sekreto gibulgar sa usa ka simbolo,
images kon baga, morag padaplis daplis apan paingong gihapon sa tinood,
opps, nahuman nako ug print sa akong mga sinulat
kutob ra ko diri
di ba, sideline lang ang pagsulat sa balak?
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tawo Gihapon Ako
akong basihan ang sulti sa akong lolo,
ang lalaki kinahanglang adunay baroganan
walay daghang pulong
kay ang iyang pulong usa lang ug dili na kani maparog
kon iya nang mabuhian
ug misunod ang akong amahan
ang lalaki dili alang sa panimalay kon dili sa darohan
diin ang iyang mga kanding, kabayo ug mga kabaw
sa daghang sagbot matagbaw
nadungog ko sila sa klaro sa wala pa sila mipanaw
apan bisan sa akong tumang kamingaw
gidasig ako
sa paghatag ug kahulugan kon unsa ba ang lalaki
kon unsa ba ako
tawo gihapon ako
usahay gani mahutdan sa pulong
usahay mawad-an sa baroganan
usahay mabalian ug bukog
usahay magkiang
magsangkiig sa kalibog ug
kahadlok ug kabalaka
kon unsay dangatan sa akong
ugma sa akong kapalaran
masayop usab ako madam-ag maulawan
mawad-an ug kusog
ug sakto nga barog
usahay moiyak usab ako sa tumang
kasuko ug sa tumang kalipay
nasuta ko kini sa akong
kaugalingon
ug sa tumang paubos
gidawat ko ang akong kahuyang
ang akong kakulangon
sa akong kaugalingon
ug labi na sa tanan gidawat ko
ang akong pagkinahanglan
kanimo babaye
karon nga akong gihalaran
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Virginia's Story
Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.
She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.
When she was old enough she got married.
First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.
Agnes was my mother.
Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
Then grandma Elizabeth married a man by the name of Mr. Wooten.
He had a German name, but I don't think he was German.
She took his last name after they got married.
Then they moved to West Virginia in the United States.
Their son, Frank Gates Jr. Became a delegate in the democratic party.
He use to get into a lot of trouble because he liked to fight.
He was a delegate from the 1940's to 1970's.
He died of gout in the 1970's.
Anna was a maid and cook.
She baked cakes and stuff for people as a side line.
She had a hump on her back (scoliosis) .
She had to walk with a cane.
She could cook good though.
She did this kind of work all of her life, just like her mom, Elizabeth
They were both good cooks
They had a lot of money because they had these skills
Especially when people had parties.
Because they would make all of this food and then they would have left-overs.
We got to eat a lot of stuff we normally wouldn't get because of that.
When they cooked, they didn't use no measuring stuff, they would just use there hand.
My moms name was Agnes Barrie Gates.
She married James Wright and moved to Cleveland.
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poem by Talile Ali
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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II
THE ARGUMENT
The Saints engage in fierce Contests
About their Carnal interests;
To share their sacrilegious Preys,
According to their Rates of Grace;
Their various Frenzies to reform,
When Cromwel left them in a Storm
Till, in th' Effigy of Rumps, the Rabble
Burns all their Grandees of the Cabal.
THE learned write, an insect breeze
Is but a mungrel prince of bees,
That falls before a storm on cows,
And stings the founders of his house;
From whose corrupted flesh that breed
Of vermin did at first proceed.
So e're the storm of war broke out,
Religion spawn'd a various rout
Of petulant Capricious sects,
The maggots of corrupted texts,
That first run all religion down,
And after ev'ry swarm its own.
For as the Persian Magi once
Upon their mothers got their sons,
That were incapable t' enjoy
That empire any other way;
So PRESBYTER begot the other
Upon the good old Cause, his mother,
Then bore then like the Devil's dam,
Whose son and husband are the same.
And yet no nat'ral tie of blood
Nor int'rest for the common good
Cou'd, when their profits interfer'd,
Get quarter for each other's beard.
For when they thriv'd, they never fadg'd,
But only by the ears engag'd:
Like dogs that snarl about a bone,
And play together when they've none,
As by their truest characters,
Their constant actions, plainly appears.
Rebellion now began, for lack
Of zeal and plunders to grow slack;
The Cause and covenant to lessen,
And Providence to b' out of season:
For now there was no more to purchase
O' th' King's Revenue, and the Churches,
But all divided, shar'd, and gone,
That us'd to urge the Brethren on;
Which forc'd the stubborn'st for the Cause,
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poem by Samuel Butler
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