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Great Songs of the 2000's
Here is a list of some songs I have enjoyed since the millenium.
2000
Smooth Santana featuring Rob Thomas
Higher Creed
Desert Rose Sting featuring Cheb Mami
2001
Fallin Alicia Keys
This I Promise You 'N Sync
Beautiful Day U2
2002
A Thousand Miles Vanessa Carlton
In The End Linkin Park
Without Me Eminem
2003
Where Is The Love? The Black Eyed Peas
Lose Yourself Eminem
Landslide Dixie Chicks
2004
Hey Ya! Outkast
It's My Life No Doubt
Are You Gonna Be My Girl? Jet
2005
Hollaback Girl Gwen Stefani
Gold Digger Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx
My Humps The Black Eyed Peas
2006
Bad Day Daniel Powter
You're Beautiful James Blunt
Crazy Gnarls Barkley
2007
Hey There Delilah Plain White T's
Rehab Amy Winehouse
2008
Viva la Vida Cold Play
2009
I Gotta Feeling The Black Eyed Peas
Boom Boom Pow The Black Eyed Peas
Poker Face Lady Gaga
2010
Bad Romance Lady Gaga
Just The Way You Are Bruno Mars
Imma Be The Black Eyed Peas
2011
Rolling In The Deep Adele
Firework Katy Perry
Born This Way Lady Gaga
2012
We Are Young Fun featuring Janelle Monae
Somebody That I Used To Know Gotye featuring Kimbra
PSY Gangnam Style
2013
Royals Lorde
2000
Smooth Santana featuring Rob Thomas
Higher Creed
Desert Rose Sting featuring Cheb Mami
2001
Fallin Alicia Keys
This I Promise You 'N Sync
Beautiful Day U2
2002
A Thousand Miles Vanessa Carlton
In The End Linkin Park
Without Me Eminem
2003
Where Is The Love? The Black Eyed Peas
Lose Yourself Eminem
Landslide Dixie Chicks
2004
Hey Ya! Outkast
It's My Life No Doubt
Are You Gonna Be My Girl? Jet
2005
Hollaback Girl Gwen Stefani
Gold Digger Kanye West featuring Jamie Foxx
My Humps The Black Eyed Peas
2006
Bad Day Daniel Powter
You're Beautiful James Blunt
Crazy Gnarls Barkley
2007
Hey There Delilah Plain White T's
Rehab Amy Winehouse
2008
Viva la Vida Cold Play
2009
I Gotta Feeling The Black Eyed Peas
Boom Boom Pow The Black Eyed Peas
Poker Face Lady Gaga
2010
Bad Romance Lady Gaga
Just The Way You Are Bruno Mars
Imma Be The Black Eyed Peas
2011
Rolling In The Deep Adele
Firework Katy Perry
Born This Way Lady Gaga
2012
We Are Young Fun featuring Janelle Monae
Somebody That I Used To Know Gotye featuring Kimbra
PSY Gangnam Style
2013
Royals Lorde
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
When I put together this list I used the billboard top 100 list as I listened to Casey Kasem back in the 80's. I limited myself to the top three songs for each year, many years barely had three, and others had less than that. PSY's Gangnam Style has been my most listened to on the list.
Haiku Haiku
only three lines long
five, seven, five syllables
join disconnected thoughts
five, seven, five syllables
join disconnected thoughts
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
I rather like Haiku, actually!I believe the 'modern' traditional format is three lines, with five, seven, and five syllables per line (though a five line stanza with 5,7,5 followed by 7, 7 is common too?).
What I really like in haiku, that I fail to express in mine, is to see independant thoughts that combine to form an image. That is to say, three things which aren't related through transtions, and accessories like 'and', 'with', or possessives. Blah blah blah, right? lol
Maybe I'll slip by later and try my hand at a more thoughtful haiku. :)
THE COMMON LAW AND EQUITY
The common law is male,
Equity is female;
Each needs the other,
For justice to be in order.
The common law is lame,
Without equity’s fame;
Equity’s a piece of nonsense,
Without common law’s presence.
When the conflicts arise,
Equity should stand tall,
But upon the common law,
For both make justice rise.
The common law and equity,
What a wonderful blend!
Equity is female;
Each needs the other,
For justice to be in order.
The common law is lame,
Without equity’s fame;
Equity’s a piece of nonsense,
Without common law’s presence.
When the conflicts arise,
Equity should stand tall,
But upon the common law,
For both make justice rise.
The common law and equity,
What a wonderful blend!
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem in 2000 after I finished a course, 'Nigeria Legal System' in my second year at Ambrose Alli University, Ekpoma where I read Civil Law. I found the blend of both edges of the law fascinating. This will be better understood by people who understand the legal system of the Commonwealth of Nations as well as Christians who understand what Apostle Paul meant by the Law and Grace in his epistles.
restless sleep
everyone is born with a beautiful heart
right from the very very start
its the corridors of life
that get you into strife
so be there way
some dark lonely places
reflecting saddened faces
like voids an empty spaces
bad manners an no graces
everyone has a say
or the brightness of light
everything is alright
love is your respite
living a delight
a joy for today
what should be right
is but wrong
is that what changed
where you belong
i can not say
darkness meanders around us all
waiting silently for us to fall
will you walk or will you crawl
grit your teeth or just bawl
no time to play
hope is so far far away
i'm only a child here today
i understand not the words you say
influence is but survival anyway
please can i stay
i ponder on the lives of then
how it affected women an men
whats different between now an when
when solace was seeking a friend
i hope an pray
reasons of life run very deep
secrets for themselves to keep
embracing life or maybe weep
the joy of love or restless sleep
right from the very very start
its the corridors of life
that get you into strife
so be there way
some dark lonely places
reflecting saddened faces
like voids an empty spaces
bad manners an no graces
everyone has a say
or the brightness of light
everything is alright
love is your respite
living a delight
a joy for today
what should be right
is but wrong
is that what changed
where you belong
i can not say
darkness meanders around us all
waiting silently for us to fall
will you walk or will you crawl
grit your teeth or just bawl
no time to play
hope is so far far away
i'm only a child here today
i understand not the words you say
influence is but survival anyway
please can i stay
i ponder on the lives of then
how it affected women an men
whats different between now an when
when solace was seeking a friend
i hope an pray
reasons of life run very deep
secrets for themselves to keep
embracing life or maybe weep
the joy of love or restless sleep
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
how the effects of childhood can affect the way as adults look react respond ........good bad or indifferent
Latin Soul...
The venue? Limassol,
Time? 10.30 pm,
The vibe? The Soul of Latin music...
Aaahhh, what bliss!!!
As the musicians’ instruments and voices blend and begin their magic,
All eyes are focussed on them,
Bodies start swaying in their chairs and mouths start miming the words of familiar songs,
All around us, are eager young eyes, full of anticipation to pair up with somebody and enter the enchanting world of Latino rhythm...[funny, when I was younger, I always noticed the legs, now, it seems my fate to notice the eyes, wonder what that means...]
The two of us were easily the ‘oldest-young- souls’ in the joint by far,
No one was dancing yet,
I could wait no longer, I grabbed my partner by the hand and led her to the arena,
As I was squeezing past one gorgeous female apparition after the other,
I abruptly came across two such stunningly feminine blue eyes, I almost kissed them, helped to get me in the mood,
My partner is a pro, and easily and immediately got in touch with the cadence,
My dinosauric joints however, took a while to limber up,
Slowly, meditatively, I allowed myself to go into recess as I prayerfully called on my African Shamanic spirits to take me into their world, and gave my body free reign,
I always marvel at what my body can do on the dance floor, when I move out of its way,
Aaahhh, the joy of surrender...
On the floor, my partner politely allowed me to experience the illusion of leading for a while, before she lost patience, and, well, woe was me, admittedly in a delicious manner, but nevertheless, there was no mistake which gender was in charge...,
I always seem to pick tigers, I guess, I’m a sucker for ‘punishment’, smile?
Keep dancing, folks, it keeps old age at bay...
Time? 10.30 pm,
The vibe? The Soul of Latin music...
Aaahhh, what bliss!!!
As the musicians’ instruments and voices blend and begin their magic,
All eyes are focussed on them,
Bodies start swaying in their chairs and mouths start miming the words of familiar songs,
All around us, are eager young eyes, full of anticipation to pair up with somebody and enter the enchanting world of Latino rhythm...[funny, when I was younger, I always noticed the legs, now, it seems my fate to notice the eyes, wonder what that means...]
The two of us were easily the ‘oldest-young- souls’ in the joint by far,
No one was dancing yet,
I could wait no longer, I grabbed my partner by the hand and led her to the arena,
As I was squeezing past one gorgeous female apparition after the other,
I abruptly came across two such stunningly feminine blue eyes, I almost kissed them, helped to get me in the mood,
My partner is a pro, and easily and immediately got in touch with the cadence,
My dinosauric joints however, took a while to limber up,
Slowly, meditatively, I allowed myself to go into recess as I prayerfully called on my African Shamanic spirits to take me into their world, and gave my body free reign,
I always marvel at what my body can do on the dance floor, when I move out of its way,
Aaahhh, the joy of surrender...
On the floor, my partner politely allowed me to experience the illusion of leading for a while, before she lost patience, and, well, woe was me, admittedly in a delicious manner, but nevertheless, there was no mistake which gender was in charge...,
I always seem to pick tigers, I guess, I’m a sucker for ‘punishment’, smile?
Keep dancing, folks, it keeps old age at bay...
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Posted: Jan 2011
Post CommentOfficer McNulty
Hey!
You!
I'm here to scare the crap out of you!
Don't you like the drones?
Of course you don't!
What are you going to do about it?
Nothing!
That's what!
Cause it's 2014 and this is how it is in America
They pass stupid laws every year
They just keep piling up
Year after year you lose a little more freedom
Remember back in the 1900's when you didn't have to pay taxes?
Remember back in the 1980's when you could choose to wear a seat belt?
Just a few years ago car and health insurance weren't mandatory
You could get decent interest on your money you put in a bank
Heck you could go for a nice drive
And if you happened to go through a red light
There wasn't a camera to take your picture
Well I'm here to tell you
The good old days are gone!
I'm Officer McNulty
Not really here to protect and serve
Just here to harass and scare ya!
You!
I'm here to scare the crap out of you!
Don't you like the drones?
Of course you don't!
What are you going to do about it?
Nothing!
That's what!
Cause it's 2014 and this is how it is in America
They pass stupid laws every year
They just keep piling up
Year after year you lose a little more freedom
Remember back in the 1900's when you didn't have to pay taxes?
Remember back in the 1980's when you could choose to wear a seat belt?
Just a few years ago car and health insurance weren't mandatory
You could get decent interest on your money you put in a bank
Heck you could go for a nice drive
And if you happened to go through a red light
There wasn't a camera to take your picture
Well I'm here to tell you
The good old days are gone!
I'm Officer McNulty
Not really here to protect and serve
Just here to harass and scare ya!
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Got the name from a Twilight episode called "A Kind of Stopwatch". The rest was from my encouters with some rude officers at the fair and outside my apartment.
HERAKLION
City or a parking lot?
Ancient history long forgot.
Cars and motorbikes
Where are the gays and dikes?
All on lesbo perchance
Listening to music while they dance.
Frocking under over stuffed olive trees
Licking the honey from Greek bees.
Tasting each other
Where is their brother?
Back in the city of the lions fountain
Rich blue sea and snow cap mountain.
Teams of tourists fill cafes.
Tour guide spewing visitors daze.
Too many years of history.
Can they see the Greek God's mystery?
After information overload
Boarding coach parked on the road.
Did they notice graffiti everywhere?
Greek youth are angry they don’t care.
Tagging walls on their name day.
History be dammed they say.
by Carol Vialogos May 26, 2012
Ancient history long forgot.
Cars and motorbikes
Where are the gays and dikes?
All on lesbo perchance
Listening to music while they dance.
Frocking under over stuffed olive trees
Licking the honey from Greek bees.
Tasting each other
Where is their brother?
Back in the city of the lions fountain
Rich blue sea and snow cap mountain.
Teams of tourists fill cafes.
Tour guide spewing visitors daze.
Too many years of history.
Can they see the Greek God's mystery?
After information overload
Boarding coach parked on the road.
Did they notice graffiti everywhere?
Greek youth are angry they don’t care.
Tagging walls on their name day.
History be dammed they say.
by Carol Vialogos May 26, 2012
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I wrote it one day when I was angry at the tourist who come here and may or may not be blind to want is happening around them.
MONSTER
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon we went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied and stole and bought our homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people got fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'
Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching
America...where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon we went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied and stole and bought our homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people got fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'
Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching
America...where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
This song was written around 1968 during the heyday of Vietnam and national unrest. But, I feel it can be applied to any time frame, or to any nation for that matter. Tears filled my eyes as I typed this, just as they always have when I would hear the song. I was going to write a long-winded dissertation of the futility of humanity, but I am afraid there wouldn't be the space available. I will say this...there is little that is humane about humanity. Yes, there are pockets of folks and a few organizations that at least try to help their brother, but they have become and probably always were merely a proverbial 'drop in the bucket'. Wish we could fill that bucket...Andrew Dice Clay
I started listening to him in 1992
Andrew Dice Clay
A filthy mouthed comedian
The first album I listened to was 40 Too Long
He still performs at the Laugh Factory in Las Vegas
I was watching The Nutty Professor with Jerry Lewis
I think Andrew got his character from this movie
Even some of the lines are the same as in his act
His comedy is not for everyone
He did get kicked off of Saturday Night Live for life
He did some of his bad material in a commercial setting
I remember George Carlin could never really relax on tv for the same reason
TV is a commercial profit run machine
The likes of Andrew Dice Clay just don't fit into that media outlet
I still listen to him from time to time
He is best known for his dirty nursery rhymes
Andrew Dice Clay
A filthy mouthed comedian
The first album I listened to was 40 Too Long
He still performs at the Laugh Factory in Las Vegas
I was watching The Nutty Professor with Jerry Lewis
I think Andrew got his character from this movie
Even some of the lines are the same as in his act
His comedy is not for everyone
He did get kicked off of Saturday Night Live for life
He did some of his bad material in a commercial setting
I remember George Carlin could never really relax on tv for the same reason
TV is a commercial profit run machine
The likes of Andrew Dice Clay just don't fit into that media outlet
I still listen to him from time to time
He is best known for his dirty nursery rhymes
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Posted: May 2017
About this poem:
I was watching The Nutty Professor and realized that Buddy Love was the same character as Andrew Dice Clay.Though the maze
Through the maze
of uncertiantys
through the pain
and the fear
through the valley
of broken promises
and the friendships
they wear
on the banks
of wishfull thinking
with MY bridges
burning clear
I slowly
start to wonder
why
am i here
of uncertiantys
through the pain
and the fear
through the valley
of broken promises
and the friendships
they wear
on the banks
of wishfull thinking
with MY bridges
burning clear
I slowly
start to wonder
why
am i here
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Posted: Dec 2015
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