In Honor Of Black History Month

...and, this year we are so excited,
In honor of Black History Month...
To provide a ten thousand dollar scholarship,
To anyone who can answer the following question.
And...
If you all notice,
You have been given the answer as is shown...
Amongst the choices from which to choose.
Either A, B or C.

Good luck!
Here is your question...

How many fingers are on the left hand?
You have five seconds to respond.
Place your one thumb on the buzzer.
And hold with your remaining four fingers,
On your left hand.

YES!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obama The Huseyin

OBAMA
for the first time in history era
the descendant from kenya
has come to power
all over the world
there is trauma
el kaide
taliban
terror organisations
in pakistan
in afghanistan
in ı rak
and in iran
border with nuclear russia
obama has come to power
all over the world
war...war....war
thge problems are sore...sore...sore
never changed a little bit more...more...more
how will he look at

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poem by Metin Sahin
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In Mr Atkinson's Room

You saw Judy on the south wing
of the old folks nursing home
near to Mr Atkinson's room
carrying towels in her arms

I need to speak to you
you said
what about?
she asked

you playfully bundled her
into Bob Atkinson's room
(he was either
in the lounge

or out down town
hobbling along
for small items of shopping
or at the second-hand

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poem by Terry Collett
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A Body In An Island Of Light

the left hand holds the glass of wine
another hand on the table
someone dances
gyrates and signals with a finger
that the show of lust begins
you have only your eyes
and your silence
the rest moves like a war of conquest
inside your mind
you pretend you are a rock
unmoved by the rage of the big water
a hard heart
gazing, until when? until when?

you take the wine inside your throat
you begin to forget but it will not be over

someone there gyrates
like a planet sucking your orbit.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twister

Yeah
Well, well, milton bradleys got a def one
Its a twister (twister, twister, twister)
Yeah, all the girls and homeboys
Playin twister (twister, twister, twister!)
Spin the spinner and call the shot
Twister ties you up in a knot
Thats twister
Yeah, twister
Check it
Right foot blue (right foot blue)
Left hand red (left hand red)
Left, right, yellow, blue, green
Yeah, twister
Now, everybodys chillin
With the twister (twister)
Wherever things are illin
Youll find twister (twister, twister!)
Thats twister
Yeah, twister

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song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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The crows, he said,

would roost each night in the middle one
of the three tall trees at my garden's end,
every night the flock of crows,
every night the middle tree,

except the once,
just the once,
the only night they did not come,
the very night a German bomb
hung-up, dropped late, and hit the tree.

The crows, he said,

were back next night in the left-hand tree,
where crows have roosted sixty years,
every night the flock of crows,
every night the left-hand tree,

except tonight,
except tonight,

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poem by Wild Bill Balding
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So on my screenplay, on the left-hand side of the page, I will put all the ideas that refer to the scene next to it so I have some sort of pictorial reference.

quote by Adrian Lyne
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041611G mom doesn't like way i write

i brought home my papers
with scrambled writing and
folded to look like unknown
bird or boat that really float
i could write my name not
my family name too long

i can't decide which hand
i will use for writing it seems
i can use them both at ease
so i have two gigantic pencil
my mom wasn't please with
so i hide my left hand under

***
i'm writing my recollection about
my mother as a reminder to mom's
that we kids does keep in mind
lots of things concerning our mom's
and of course we remember at

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poem by Manonton Dalan
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The Finding

With my right hand I caress the keys
and create a melody.
With my left hand I find the chords
to caress the melody.
And slowly it comes to life
and becomes a part of me.

It's like a child I've adopted
and nourished with my soul.
And I think before it was born
a part of me was not whole.
I hear these themes. They play in my head
like a revolving loophole.

They bring me peace and now I know
what was missing for so long.
To deny the music in my heart
was so terribly wrong.
I will not deny it anymore
for I've found where I belong.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Delirious Veracity

I look right and see nothing left,
I look left and see nothing right,
Behold, my delirious veracity
Look beyond the mountains,
Do you see the clouds i see,
A storm is approaching,
Should we fight for survival?
Or shall we face death head on?
My delirious veracity

I see a flood, can you?
I see the waves coming,
There is nowhere to run,
For the place of refuge you destroyed,
This prison was a shelter
Face your fate almost lover
My delirious veracity

I built a tower of strength,
A spirit level in my right hand,

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poem by Gaylord Munemo
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One's Activities Will Be Made Known

'Is there a real difference between,
Self promotion and self satisfaction? '

Well...
Wouldn't that depend on if you are left
Or right handed?

Me,
I am right handed.
Although my left is the busiest.
So I think it has a lot to do with preference.

'What on Earth are you talking about? '

I'm talking about selling books.
It's difficult for an unknown author,
To get established.
I use to carry them around in my right hand.
But for some reason my left hand ends up,
Doing all the work.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intense

I remember meeting you last summer and you told me
I am intense; you stared at me, and felt my hand
And frisked my body,
Whatever was it that you meant,

I know what intense is,
Like intense loss
Loss of someone you love so much and who loves you like
You are everything
Like you are the whole world and when you are gone
The whole universe will be empty,
The great void,
Irreplaceable, intense feeling of gratitude for the love unequalled
Immeasurable, like taking grip of her hands when you are falling from
A cliff, you hang there for while, looking at the ants below
Without her timely hold you could have fallen, smashed yourself
Dead like a watermelon crashing to the pavement from
The 10th floor,
Tragic
but I see that you are intense too

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know You Do Not Feel Anything In Some Of My Lines

i accept my defeat in knowing you
i get the shake of your left hand
as you keep the other
safe and sound in your pocket
i can sense the hesitation
in your tongue that utters
some doublespeaks again

in your 'how do you do? '
I will always respond with 'i am fine'
but deep within this brief
exchange of lines i know you do not
feel anything anymore in the last two
lines that i utter

i hint that what you like most is
'goodbye, i am leaving'
and you do not show any sign
of holding my arms
your right hand is still in your

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Joy and Hope

Joy calls
She needs help she pleads
And I answer
Where and when
I do not bother
About why
I could be unethical
For my left hand
Must learn to give
Without my right
Hand knowing

And Hope comes next
Waiting at the Capitol
What a coincidence
She likes a hitch ride too
She needs help
Her heart is broken
And need immediate repair

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Aliens'....Mostly...

My right hand, clawed on arm rest starts to cramp
I dare not loose this tether lest I leap
My left hand shields my eyes, a trembling clamp
A millimetre gap affords a peep.

And so I watch as Ripley finds the nest
(This scene's the best, you're free to disagree)

...to rescue Newt, her suicidal quest
.....in whom the viewers have their hearts invest
.......she flambes eggs with amazonic zest
.........then plucks the girl before she is digest
...........finesses Queen in battle breast to breast
.............and leaves us high on cinematic crest!

But wait, we're told, it seems Newt WAS infest
Bad luck, she's dead, they said, in 'Alien 3'.

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Somehow I Knew They Knew

My left hand has five fingers.
So does my right hand.
I look at them with my eyes.
I uncross my legs and look at my feet.
I breathe.
I am blessed,
With a mind that realizes...
This is not man made.
Or is it?
God...
Where are You?
In my hour of darkness.

'I brought you here!
And I'll take you out! '

My mother use to say that all the time.
To me and my sisters.
My father would just look.
That's all he had to do.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Dead

I am death, and the right hand spells well this left hand;
I sadden the soul of mine, innocence does correct it
When the hands will replicate the blood of ages
And the green and blue grass shall witness a shower from up above.

I am life, the harbinger of life and all of forgotten life;
Like a tree that blossoms for its head and legs to carry more energy.
And then all of the wonder has been remembered
losing a request from soldiers of the tree,
do think this polite, please.
I live with guesses and estimates giving us joy
As much as the death of people
As much as the living spectrum of vision
As much as dead men and women who learn from each other.

poem by Naveed Akram
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In The Street

Lord Shaftesbury
YOU have done well, we say it. You are dead,
And, of the man that with the right hand takes
Less than the left hand gives, let it be said
He has done something for our wretched sakes.
For those to whom you gave their daily bread
Rancid with God-loathed 'charity,' their drink
Putrid with man-loathed 'sin,' we bow our head
Grateful, as the great hearse goes by, and think.
Yes, you have fed the flesh and starved the soul
Of thousands of us; you have taught too well
The Rich are little gods beyond control,
Save of your big God of the heaven and hell.
We thank you. This was pretty once, and right.
Now it wears rather thin. My lord, good night!

poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Choose

A blade held in one hand
A pen held in the other
Now I must decide
I must choose one or another
A gund sits in my left hand
A phone lies in the right
Should I try to ask for help
Or just give up the fight
One path cloaked in darkness
One is bright with life
Do I choose the easy one
Or continue through the strife
Some say we are nothing more
Than the choices that we make
That where we are going
Comes from the steps we take
Peolpe cry out for advise
Untill they lose their voice
They are all wasting their breath
It comes down to their choice

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A Real Lady's Man

(Vince Gill/Carl Jackson)
Oh the taste of wine and liquor and a woman's tender kiss
Sure paints the perfect picture that's so hard to resist
Though the lure of the old night life has always tempted fools
It can't compare with what you stand to lose
Remember the Promise you wear on your left hand
Cheatin's no companion for a real lady's man
If only I had listened to my own words of advice
And turned down the invitation in another woman's eyes
For the softness of a stranger, I threw good love away
Friend there ain't no higher price to pay
Remember the Promise you wear on your left hand
Cheatin's no companion for a real lady's man

song performed by Vince Gill
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