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Balanced is probably what I am, although that's just a polite way to say that you don't do anything very well.

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Let Me Know

I get a little peck and you're after to bed
No warmth, no hug, no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, oh
Just love me and mean it, i'll follow you blind
Lately i feel like a heart left behind
I just can't stand still till you make up your mind
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have i won your love or have i lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, don't try to be polite
I'll take it, i'll make it
Ooh, yes, i will
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen, listen
I'm livin' each minute with all that i've got
Each breath is in pardon, each heartbeat is hot
That's the way we were way back, you forgot [he forgot, he forgot], ooh
You leave me so empty, it's makin' me sad
To know that our good thing has turned for the bad
Both of us are here, but where's the love we had
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have i won your love or have i lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, don't try to be polite
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, don't try to be polite
I'll take it
Heaven knows i'll make it
I get a little peck and you're after to bed
No warmth, no hug, and no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, listen
Just love me and mean it, i'll follow you blind
Lately i feel like a heart left behind
I just can't stand still till you make up your mind, listen
I get a little peck and you're after to bed
No warmth, no hug, no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, oh
Just love me and mean it, i'll follow you blind
But lately i feel like a heart left behind
I just can't stand still till you make up your mind
Let me know, let me know, i have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have i won your love or have i lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, i have a right

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song performed by Gloria Gaynor
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Let Me Know (I Have A Right)

I get a little peck and youre after to bed
No warmth, no hug, no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, oh
Just love me and mean it, Ill follow you blind
Lately I feel like a heart left behind
I just cant stand still till you make up your mind
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have I won your love or have I lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, dont try to be polite
Ill take it, Ill make it
Ooh, yes, I will
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen, listen
Im livin each minute with all that Ive got
Each breath is in pardon, each heartbeat is hot
Thats the way we were way back, you forgot [he forgot, he forgot], ooh
You leave me so empty, its makin me sad
To know that our good thing has turned for the bad
Both of us are here, but wheres the love we had
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have I won your love or have I lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, dont try to be polite
Let me know, let me know
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
To plan my future, get on with my life
Tell me face to face, dont try to be polite
Ill take it
Heaven knows Ill make it
I get a little peck and youre after to bed
No warmth, no hug, and no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, listen
Just love me and mean it, Ill follow you blind
Lately I feel like a heart left behind
I just cant stand still till you make up your mind, listen
I get a little peck and youre after to bed
No warmth, no hug, no kind words are said
Will you dream of me or someone new instead, oh
Just love me and mean it, Ill follow you blind
But lately I feel like a heart left behind
I just cant stand still till you make up your mind
Let me know, let me know, I have a right
Before you touch me one more night
Have I won your love or have I lost the fight
Let me know, let me know, I have a right

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song performed by Gloria Gaynor
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Venus Stop The Train

Venus, stop the train
For the brakeman lost his place
Satellites were spinning and out of space
They televised her feelings while the light
The light struck terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Her father warmed the benches
Vice president of southern branches
He reached out to her when her mother slept
He would never forget the light
The light, the light striking terror
I kept my distance because she fell in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She fell in love with me
I was polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Loneliness
Satellites spinning
Satellites spin
Well the light
The light, the light
The light, the light
The light strikes terror
The light strikes terror
I keep my distance because she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
A soft sadness having much more than her
Ugliness
I keep my distance cause she falls in love with everyone
Smoking grass and taking Christmas trees
She falls in love with me
I'm polite to her
I reach my soft hand out to her
I've known her for a very, very long time

song performed by Wilco
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Face To Face With An Unknown Cat

miao
face to face with an unknown cat
where did it learn this manner?
the next door neighbour has been around for ages
and we hardly know each other
polite cat
polite, polite, polite

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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GENIE IN A BOTTLE...by talile ali

GENIE IN A BOTTLE

I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN

I WANNA EAT YOU UP RIGHT NOW
I GOT YOU RIGHT HERE IN SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE THEM LIPS REALLY TIGHT

WILL YOU GRIND ME IN THE FACE
WHILE I TAKE YOU IN
YOU GENIE IN A BOTTLE

I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN

I WANNA EAT YOU UP RIGHT NOW
I GOT YOU HERE IN SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW
AND MAKE THEM LIPS REAL TIGHT

WILL YOU GRIND ME IN THE FACE
WHILE I TAKE YOU INTO MY EMBRACE
OR SHOULD I JUST BE POLITE
GONNA SLOW DOWN THE PACE

UP AND DOWN AS WE SPIN
DEEP INSIDE YOU MY FRIEND
TILL YOU'RE DRENCHED IN SIN
FEELIN YOU UP AGAIN

YOU GENIE IN A BOTTLE, HERE
MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE, MY DEAR
YOU ARE MY WISH FOR EVERY YEAR
THATS WHY WE FIGHT UNTIL THERE ARE TEARS
GENIE IN A BOTTLE

I WANNA PUT YOU IN MY MOUTH
AND ROLL YOU ROUND MY TONGUE
I WANNA SLIDE DEEP INSIDE YOU
AND REALLY HAVE SOME FUN

I WANNA EAT YOU UP
I GOT YOU IN MY SIGHT
I'M GONNA FEEL YOU UP RIGHT NOW

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poem by Talile Ali
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Love Is Forever

(instrumental intro)
I dont want to settle down
Stop my heart and turn around
Rebel nature, just got to be free
Im in the right place, right place to be
Washers, dryers, dealers, and souls
Looking into the fire
Flat caps, whippets, lovers, and wives
Balanced out on the wire
And she said
Love is forever babe
Love is a tool
Servant for jesus
A slave for a fool
I look out through loves back door
I escape but not any more
Revelation help me see
Im in the wrong place, the wrong place to be
Washers dryers dealers and souls
Looking up to rise higher
Flat caps whippets lovers and wives
Balanced out on the wire
And she said
Love is forever babe
Love is a tool
Servant for jesus
Slave for a fool
Love is for worshipped
Love is a test
Love is a firebrand burnin
A hole in her breast
Love is ...
(instrumental)
Washers dryers dealers and souls
Looking into the fire
Flat caps, whippets, lovers and wives,
Balanced out on the wire
And she said
Love is forever babe
Love is a tool
Servant for jesus
Slave for a fool
Love is for worship
Love is a test
Love is the firebrand burning
A hole in her breast
Love is a blossom
Love is a lie
She said be careful boy
This aint no wild cherry pie

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song performed by Ufo
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Do not be serious, be sincere

Don’t have career or academic goals.

Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life.

I use the world balanced before successful.

Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.

There is no point in getting a promotion on the day of your breakup.

There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable, if your mind is full of tension.

Life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with marble in a spoon kept in your mouth.

If the marble falls, there is no point coming first.

Same is with life, where health and relationships are the marble.

Your striving is only worth it, if there is harmony in your life.

Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One thing about nurturing the spark – don’t take life seriously.

Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here.

We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity.

If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2500 weekends.

Do we really need to get so worked up?

It’s OK, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, enjoy with your friends, fall in love, little fights with your loved ones.

We are people, not programmed devices.

Don’t be serious, be sincere.

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Balanced Budget... Nov 14th,2012

Balanced Budget …Nov 14th,2012
By
James Bredin


What do you mean; balanced budget; our politicians never heard,
They're busy travelling the world and never got the word,
Okay, we just heard that lower commodity prices are a bad sign,
Will they or will they not, have to examine our credit line?




Should massive government spending be under control?
Should we have forbidden referendums or maybe have a poll?
Have Conservative principles been thrown out the door?
And how do promises of a future balanced budget score?




Is this the same crowd that refused death-with-dignity to us all?
Do they expect us to get down on our knees or maybe crawl?
Why is the federal budget ballooning to $26 billion this year?
Should we forget about this because the government is sincere?

Nov 14th,2012

poem by James Bredin
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You Got The Fever

Well, things are getting bad now
Since your woman left you, just cant do without it
The other day you even read a book
That tells you how to go about it
It says to join an evening class
Or hang around in zoos and railway stations
And gives you lots of lines to use
And how to make the best of situations
You know its just a bunch of crap, you used to do okay
But that was long ago and far away
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love
The girls that want you you dont want
The girls you want they never seem to want you
The girls at work are married
And the girls at dances never seem to want to
The girls in bars are always with a friend
Or waitin for their new fianc
And you tell the barmaid youre just lonely
She just smiles and says: thats what they all say
So you look up some old number you said youd never use
And tell yourself you win instead of lose
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love
You got the fever
You got the fever
You gotta love her
And you gotta leave her
Its something you cant fight [hey hey hey]
Lets call it something polite
Like the fever of love
Fever of love

song performed by Joe Jackson
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The Boss of the Admiral Lynch

Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day
Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away.
It seems that he didn't suit 'em -- they thought that they'd like a change,
So they started an insurrection and chased him across the range.
They seem to be restless people -- and, judging by what you hear,
They raise up these revolutions 'bout two or three times a year;
And the man that goes out of office, he goes for the boundary quick,
For there isn't no vote by ballot -- it's bullets that does the trick.
And it ain't like a real battle, where the prisoners' lives are spared,
And they fight till there's one side beaten and then there's a truce declared,
And the man that has got the licking goes down like a blooming lord
To hand in his resignation and give up his blooming sword,
And the other man bows and takes it, and everything's all polite --
This wasn't that sort of a picnic, this wasn't that sort of a fight.
For the pris'ners they took -- they shot 'em, no odds were they small or great;
If they'd collared old Balmaceda, they reckoned to shoot him straight.
A lot of bloodthirsty devils they were -- but there ain't a doubt
They must have been real plucked uns, the way that they fought it out,
And the king of 'em all, I reckon, the man that could stand a pinch,
Was the boss of a one-horse gunboat. They called her the Admiral Lynch.
Well, he was for Balmaceda, and after the war was done,
And Balmaceda was beaten and his troops had been forced to run,
The other man fetched his army and proceeded to do things brown.
He marched 'em into the fortress and took command of the town,
Cannon and guns and horses troopin' along the road,
Rumblin' over the bridges, and never a foeman showed
Till they came in sight of the harbour -- and the very first thing they see
Was this mite of a one-horse gunboat a-lying against the quay;
And there as they watched they noticed a flutter of crimson rag
And under their eyes he hoisted old Balmaceda's flag.

Well, I tell you it fairly knocked 'em -- it just took away their breath,
For he must ha' known, if they caught him, 'twas nothin' but sudden death.
Ad' he'd got no fire in his furnace, no chance to put out to sea,
So he stood by his gun and waited with his vessel against the quay.
Well, they sent him a civil message to say that the war was done,
And most of his side were corpses, and all that were left had run,
And blood had been spilt sufficient; so they gave him a chance to decide
If he's haul down his bit of bunting and come on the winning side.
He listened and heard their message, and answered them all polite
That he was a Spanish hidalgo, and the men of his race must fight!
A gunboat against an army, and with never a chance to run,
And them with their hundred cannon and him with a single gun:
The odds were a trifle heavy -- but he wasn't the sort to flinch.
So he opened fire on the army, did the boss of the Admiral Lynch.

They pounded his boat to pieces, they silenced his single gun,
And captured the whole consignment, for none of 'em cared to run;
And it don't say whether they shot him -- it don't even give his name --
But whatever they did I'll wager that he went to his graveyard game.

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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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In No Mood to be Polite

Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
'Screw you! '
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
Offensiveness is used to defend,
More jackasses now...
Then ever there has been.
And defending the right to insult and defame,
Should make everyone wonder
Why there's no shame to claim for the blame!
It's pouring down 'insanity' upon our heads like rain!
No plane can fly high enough,
To escape this sick and saddened game!
It's worse than awful!
Step to the left or to the right.
Get out of my sight...
I'm in no mood to be polite.
The atmosphere stinks like raw sewage,
With people hoodwinking and dumping their blues!
The climate today supports actions of the foolish
And speaking one's mind is considered taboo!
But decency still remains 'my' creed...
Despite this cesspool we are all swimming through.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yet Dish

I
Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday.
Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop.
Cousin coarse in coarse in soap.
Cousin coarse in soap sew up. soap.
Cousin coarse in sew up soap.

II
A lea ender stow sole lightly.
Not a bet beggar.
Nearer a true set jump hum,
A lamp lander so seen poor lip.

III
Never so round.
A is a guess and a piece.
A is a sweet cent sender.
A is a kiss slow cheese.
A is for age jet.

IV
New deck stairs.
Little in den little in dear den.

V
Polar pole.
Dust winder.
Core see.
A bale a bale o a bale.

VI
Extravagant new or noise peal extravagant.

VII
S a glass.
Roll ups.

VIII
Powder in wails, powder in sails, powder is all next to it is does
wait sack rate all goals like chain in clear.

IX
Negligible old star.
Pour even.
It was a sad per cent.
Does on sun day.
Watch or water.
So soon a moon or a old heavy press.

X

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poem by Gertrude Stein
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You Broke Their 'Image' Rule!

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people rated,
You much too light!
And they decided,
Amongst themselves to fight!

Whatever that was you had eroded...
Those warm shoulders to freeze cold.
Whatever that was you showed them, molded.
And corroded your bold hold.

You've been demoted,
To a warting toad.
Now the people want you scolded...
For what they chose you sold!

Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.

Now...
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.

Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lovin' Crocodile

To make this news will cheer me up tonight,
But where do doves despair when caught alight?
There is no chance in this to reunite,
As far as eyes can tell to be polite.
I ponder more these ways that reconcile
Our brothers fighting more, and then even;
It's like the rage of love, that crocodile
That menacingly poses some lovin'.

I hear the sound of reptiles speaking bad,
I see them down the river lurking now,
My thoughts are with the danger so forbad,
It crawled on legs so uglier, but how?
I see them now and then, in waters cold,
To be polite, to be polite and bold.

poem by Naveed Akram
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for Claribelle

Life is a polite woman.
I have always told you that in class.
I delight in the politeness of a woman.
Outside the class.

When i fall in love, i keep it
to myself. There is no courage for
me to say it. I keep my own joys.

You are a polite woman.
I named you my own Life.
The class do not know that.
I keep it upon myself as a
lovely burden. I keep sorrows too.
Secretly, like
a divine burden, an un-confessed
sin.

Sometimes, i have not told you
before you left, i also mumble upon
myself, without any wish
that i may understand what i
try to hide,
completely. Soon i forget and then
I am happy again.

That is what life is all about.
I am polite too.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Et Dona Ferentes

In extended observation of the ways and works of man,
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan:
I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
And the men of half Creation damning half Creation's eyes.

I have watched them in their tantrums, all that Pentecostal crew,
French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew,
Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white,
But it never really mattered till the English grew polite;

Till the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frock-coats,
Till the men who do not duel, till the men who war with votes,
Till the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Lawrence took his grid,
Began to 'beg your pardon' and-the knowing croupier hid.

Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring the beer,
Felt the psychological moment, left the lit Casino clear;
But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul,
Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl.

As it was in ancient Suez or 'neath wilder, milder skies,
I 'observe with apprehension' how the racial ructions rise;
And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright,
Hear the old Casino order: 'Watch your man, but be polite.

“Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore).
Don't hit first, but move together (there's no hurry) to the door.
Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells 'em how -
`Nous sommes allong ar notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.''

So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far...
'Let 'em have it!' and they had it, and the same was merry war -
Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot -
Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot.

Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, like a banner fluttered free;
Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay;
White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift -
They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift.

Oh, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle runs -
The pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sons -
Measured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and un - perturbed,
Till we wake our Island-Devil-nowise cool for being curbed!

When the heir of all the ages 'has the honour to remain,'
When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne'er so plain,
When his lips are schooled to meekness, when his back is bowed to blows -
Well the keen aas-vogels know it-well the waiting jackal knows.

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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Balanced budget requirements seem more likely to produce accounting ingenuity than genuinely balanced budgets.

quote by Thomas Sowell
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It is vain to expect a well-balanced government without a well-balanced society.

quote by Gideon Welles
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If you're not balanced, your mind's not balanced... my fuse went.

quote by Frank Bruno
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Sometimes Your Eyes Can Display Your Feelings

Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence,
when something unseen speaks.
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings
when love accepts the smallest thing as being right,
when we learn deeper things from that, which is unsaid,
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence.

poem by Gert Strydom
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