The Humility And Truth Of The Non-rhymer

i could have chosen
the rhyme
so there will be a song
singing its own
song

i could have taken
the tapping measure
of the mathematical
meter
of the feet and toes
like a dancer

but it simply runs against
the spontaneity of
my sighs
the everyday touch of the
hands loving the
uneven fingers
caressing to the beat of

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Another Name For Rock & Roll

Bill dees
Well you can act like a monkey, shake your hands do the limbo till you cant stand,
Well you can mash your potata, hippy hippy shake, but the beats still wild and your feet still ache
I say its just another name for rock and roll everybody, everybody sing
Its just another name for rock and roll, rock and roll
Well you can do the duck, walk your dog down the street, loop the loop to a swingin beat,
You can twist and shout and do the stomp, a chase a chicken on a pony romp ah but
Its just another name for rock and roll everybody, everybody sing,
Its just another name for rock and roll, rock and roll
Well they all try to shake it another way, but they rock, they roll just the same
They only call it by another name and I dont care what they say, woah,oh,oh
Down in the jungle where the tree tops are steep, they get the fever for a bongo beat,
They do the ubangie stomp, the safari hop, do the monkey until they drop
Ah but its just another name for rock and roll everybody,everybody sing
Its just another name for rock and roll, everybody,everybody sing
Its just another name for rock and roll everybody,everybody sing.......

song performed by Roy Orbison
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Malkan Singh of the Central State in India

We were scrambling up a hill
towards Thathathri Temple in Mount Abu.
We pushed past many
for we were sleepless tourists
capturing a quarter of India in days ten.

A tall man in Safari suit
with a half-foot length
of unpruned mustache
on each side of his face
was trekking up
with gun-toting guards
preceeding and following him.

“ Shoot”, our Tamil teacher quipped
and screwed up his own
quarter-foot mustache
that made him often venerable.
The tall man turned back.
His fierce eyes of a tiger

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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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TV Memories

There was ‘Rainbow' featuring Zippy, George and Bungle,
And quiz show, ‘On Safari', which was set in the jungle.
There was ‘Mr Benn' in his black suit and bowler hat,
And ‘Postman Pat', along with Jess, his beloved cat.

There was ‘Pitkins', ‘Fingerbobs' and ‘Hector's House',
And fearless, crime-fighting rodent, ‘Dangermouse'.
There was Crystal Tipps and her dog, Alistair,
And the marmalade-loving, ‘Paddington Bear'.

There was ‘Jim'll Fix It', where dreams came true,
‘A Handful of Songs' and ‘Why Don't You? '
There was ‘Mary, Mungo and Midge' living in a flat,
Gordon the Gopher, and superstar, Roland the Rat.

There was ‘Rupert The Bear' and ‘Sally And Jake',
And ‘Blue Peter', which featured things to make.
There was ‘Andy Pandy' and friend, Looby-Loo,
‘Bagpuss', ‘Barnaby' and the cosmic ‘Button Moon'.

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poem by Angela Wybrow
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Jonah-Woman

Who are these white-capped jesters...and jackals
Who have placed me in the belly of a
White death-stinking fish?

Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.
Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.
Not this time.

The jesters and tittering hyenas, with their night-lumin
Eyes, who tiptoe soft through the loud-hinged door...
And shut it quietly-quick behind them.
They are breathing to find me.

They safari hunt for me...beating the bush-room.
Mine. I am hiding in the pillow, in the chest of drawers,
In the air.
They can't find me with their needles and needle-quick
Pills.

The rancid, disinfected fish is down the hall, around the

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poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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A Day Of Outrage, Operation Snatchback

OUTRAGE!!
[Brother J]
Blood to the concrete, tears to soil
And here's another word to make the other man foil
War, raised on your planet to a caveboy oppressor
Great one sends the aggressors
Thought we weren't comin but it seems you made an error
Wrench in the mill work, systematic terror has arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My black folks travel hard with claws of steel
Hearts kneel to the raw that speaks the deal
Vanglorious, voice of the many
Voice of the many of the man wanna get me
It's not safari, so don't make a move
Protection is the reason it's a different groove
Sun up to sun down yo check the time
Mystic magic is more than a rhyme

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song performed by X-Clan
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Hateful Hate

[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]
In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries
til awakened by a white mans cry: this is the eden I was to find.
There were lands to be charted and to be claimed for a crown,
When a hero was made by the length he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.
Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had to see.
Curiosity killed the best of these for a heros hometown welcoming.
Still they moved on and on.
Who came building missions?
Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their lives in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold.
Captured like human livestock, destined for slavery.
Naked, walked to the shore where great ships moored for the hellbound journies.
Bought and sold with a hateful hate.
Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy.
Curiosity killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity.
Still they moved on and on.
Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari.
Come conquer the, his claws and teeth.
See death in his eyes to know youre alive.
European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for wild hinterlands, their guns and God willing.

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song performed by 10000 Maniacs
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The Cango Caves

One holiday on route to visit Cape Town
we first visited the High Gate and Safari
ostrich farms in Oudtshoorn,
where we saw jockeys racing ostriches,
to the sounds of a cheering crowd,
birds pecking everywhere
in huge camps
and round stones, coins
and shiny metal things
coming from their stomachs
displayed in can fruit bottles.

There were ostrich leather shoes,
handbags, wallets and purses
and ostrich stakes
and biltong for sale
and different kinds of curios,
but my brother and I were happy
with some ice cream
and a cool drink or two.

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poem by Gert Strydom
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In-convenience

Very early in the morning we were woken from our sleep,
We were going on safari, being driven in a jeep,
We went out before our breakfast, we went out before sunrise,
We went out before the sleep had fully vanished from our eyes.
We had to dress quite quickly, and we went out in a rush,
And after we'd been driving through miles and miles of bush
For an hour or two (I have to say forgive the way I speak) ,
But - the roads were very bumpy - I was dying for a leak.
The driver stopped the jeep and kindly offered us a drink,
But it might have been more kind if he had only paused to think;
We had seen a herd of elephants, some vultures in the sky,
Several wildebeest and zebra, a hyena passing by,
Giraffes, a pair of ostriches, a buffalo or two,
And we'd taken lots of photographs (well, that's what tourists do) :
We had even seen some lions lazing underneath a tree,
But... we hadn't seen a toilet... and I really had to pee.
Beside a water-hole at last we found a pair of loos,
And I hurried to the gents', 'cause that's the one I have to use.
Yes, I went up to the gentlemen's, and pushed the door ajar,
But I didn't push it hard, and it didn't open far.

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poem by Paul Hansford
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Ghetto Queen (feat. Crucial Conflict)

(feat. Crucial Conflict)
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo'
Funny faces is all I see
At my place, you on top of me
Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi'
I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets
I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty
Nothin' in your oven, baby feed me now
Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this
Who's is this, who's is this, who's is this
My ghetto queen
[1] - You're my ghetto queen
Right around the way from me
Watering those ghetto trees
We be high just like them weeds
Might be ghetto but you queen to me
That's how it's suppose to be
Do whatcha gotta do for me
Forever fulfill your fantasy

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song performed by R. Kelly
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Latifah's Had It Up 2 Here (Algebra Hardcode Equation Remix)

The Queen is hyped up [4x]
Queen: Ayo Manda
Amanda: What's up La
Queen: Yo people have been trying to get fierce on me, I think it's time I tell them about themselves
Amanda: Yo just give it to them safari sytle
Well, well, well it's L.A
The T.I
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
There so much live for
There for

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song performed by Queen Latifah
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If You Read

If you read me
In my lines you begin
To understand what
I write about &
Perhaps what I am
That would be
So ordinary
A matter only of clarification.

If you read me, however
Carefully
in between
My lines,
and go deeper
To hidden symbols
And find some meanings
You will find
something
Else, something not
Me but sounding like

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Veterinary Camps

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poem by Caasder Fronds
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