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Grobe

sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry
but it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go
with a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie
but it's no surprise to find he don't
put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe
watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside
didn't get a chance to let him know
Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed with the tide
please don't let my brain explode
put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe

song performed by by Ween
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Grobe

sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry
but it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go
with a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie
but it's no surprise to find he don't
put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe
watch the worker shield his heart from the world outside
didn't get a chance to let him know
Alsace is spinning fast and wine mixed with the tide
please don't let my brain explode
put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
and take a little sniff of the things below
bring it to a boil and simmer low
put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe

song performed by by Ween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So You Boil Down To Money

how long did it take you
to boil down
all about
you
things and people to money?

was it long enough
to find yourself
sitting on a bench
and then
think
of green bucks
and tell yourself

this is the real world
why did they not
tell me
in school

why was not
it studied
as a curriculum
in the university?

why did we study
religion
or ethics
or philosophy

when

when when everything is said and done
it is
after all the money that matters most of all

the more i have
that more i want to have
all these money

money talks
and so here you are listening,

got some you say, and it will take a lot of sentimentalism
to part
with some bucks, and mind you, just like them
all of them in this world

no one gives money
without something in exchange

you see,
that is the truth that you have discovered
and you are sticking to it

boil all your sentiments
and values and
let things simmer down
money, money

the flower of all evils,
now smell it

and think for a while
what life
will it give you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As mayor, I'm in the frying pan. I'm just sitting here on the griddle now, and I've got to really think, you know, do I want to stay here on the griddle?

quote by Anthony A. Williams
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Me-Stew

I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Left Hand Suzuki Method

(noodle speaks japanese)
The most important thing
Is to listen to a recording of the music.
It makes them gain a ..um.. musical sense
And gets to the point of..fast progress
(noodle speaks japanese again)
And also.. every day..every lesson...
We have to make sure theyre not lying about
Tunization

song performed by by Gorillaz
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Heat Of Summer, Heated Love.

Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.

poem by Michael Gale
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You draw beautifully with your pencil

You draw beautifully with your pencil,
sketches of almost any flower and plant,
things that are alive and some things that are dead

even a woman giving birth
on the beach.
You draw beautifully with your pencil

on a table are slices of bread
with a hungry dog on the other side;
things that are alive and some things that are dead,

there are children that are wasting away from starvation
and a woman’s hand with a wedding band.
You draw beautifully with your pencil,

a sounding level going down a well
being held by a strong male hand.
Things that are alive and some things that are dead,

you sketch and sometimes it’s any thing valuable;
even people in love on a tropical island
and you draw beautifully with your pencil
things that are alive and some things that are dead.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Recipe For Friendship

Take a large amount of trust
Blend in a good measure of honesty
Crack a joke or two to taste
Sift out the truth from a mixed bag of gossip and rumour
Mix well, but do not stir
Sweeten with compliments
Thoroughly warm with goodwill
But do not boil
If it does start to simmer
Allow to cool
Give out generous portions
Serve with smiles

© Ray Mather 1998

poem by Ray Mather
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Just Another Day

It's a day like any other, A day to expect
Except
It's full of surprises

Trying to draw a portrait is tough
Because nothing that can be drawn is ever enough
A picture cannot represent who you are
It's not even close but far
Because paint, yolks, plaster, and pencil don't make a man
Instead what makes a man is not what is shown
But what is inside; the character grown
There is no artist who can
Show who I really am
Because even my appearance
Is about as trustworthy as chance
So painting a portrait is fleeting

And yet sometimes chance is a true friend
A trusted confidant that does bend
To your will even if unintentional
But when chance is on your side it's magical
With just a roll of the dice you get what you want
Even if you didn't know you wanted it
Double snake eyes is rare
But two sets of double is a scare
And yet as I said before, when chance is on your side
It's a wonderful surprise

So somehow this is what makes my day
Even those things that might not last, they're important I say!
Sometimes it's just those simple joys
That make this just another day, but a day to remember.

poem by David Knox
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Ode to Pencils

Pencil o pencil
What would i use to trace the stencil
Possibly crayon, marker, or a pen
Unfortunately they are back in the den
Could i use a pencil with color
They might be much taller
So thanks for the pencil to be born
It is easier to draw when there aren't torn
That is my ode
I hope you thought it flowed

poem by Kristi Miller
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Pepper | Smart Mouth Poetry / lyrics

Sharp tongue, smart mouth

Fine line, know how

Stay calm, pull it together

Speaks soft, don’t sound like pepper

It hurts, tastes sharp

When you walk in, and start to talk

Cuts deep, feel it forever

My heart is burning, burning like pepper

Stop, sounding, like pepper

Scattering your pieces all over

You’re gonna, stay black forever

So I’ll ground you, the more the better

I’ll ground you like pepper

Ground you like pepper

Ground you forever

It would be better

If you stopped the pepper

Stop with the spice

Stop with the tone

Stop burning holes

Right threw my bones

I’ve got a heart

It’s soft and its tender

Try and be smart

Stop using pepper

poem by Life in a Poem
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Camera vs, Pencil

Exactly same and true
Picture of objects wonderful
The magical instrument
Captures the real image

But real things become still
Logics, camera can't fill
Images, camera only captures
Pencil gives birth to a picture

The sketches drawn by pencil
Speak and make you feel
Not only liveliness of the object
But compels one too, to interpret

Camera can't take image of soul
Pencil draws sketch of in and out
camera and pencil's combination
can fetch reality, feel and imagination

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Cook Your Poem

Cook it simple
Cook it short
Blend it with passion
Knead it with ingredients
Let it simmer
Let it boil
Let the images prevail
behind the bubbles.
Serve it with colors
And let it look more palatable.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Mouth To Mouth

Ahhhhey!
Ahhhhey!
You tied the knot,
A legend is what you bought
I give you cold water,
And you swear it was wine
You bought time
If you can fool yourself,
Then why not them?
Just keep passing it,
Mouth to mouth to mouth
Ahhhhey!
Ahhhhey!
You tied the knot,
A legend is what you bought
I give you cold water,
And you swear it was wine
You bought time
If you can fool yourself,
Then why not them?
Just keep passing it,
Mouth to mouth to mouth
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life
Bring it out, bring it out
Ahhhhey!
You tied the knot,
Peeled your skin off,
Leave a bungle of nerves
I give you a wet noodle,
You swear that it was my tongue
A sharp one
Instead of that same old
Mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth
I can dress up the dead man, I cant bring him back to life
Bring it out, bring it out
Ahhhhey!
Ahhhhey!
Mouth to mouth
Mouth to mouth
Mouth to mouth
Ahhhhey!
Mouth to mouth
Mouth to mouth
Mouth to mouth to mouth to mouth
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life
I can dress up the dead man, but I cant bring him back to life ...
This is getting old
And so are you.
Everything you know
And never knew.
Will run through your fingers
Just like sand.
Enjoy it while you can.
Like a snake between two stones
It itches in your bones.
Take a deep breath and swallow
Your sorrow
Tomorrow.
So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.
Its your last cup of sorrow.
What can you say?
Finish it today.
Its your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
And get on your way.
It wont begin
Until you make it end.
Until you know the how the where and the when.
With a new face you might surprise yourself.
Like a snake between two stones
It itches in your bones.
Take a deep breath and swallow
Your sorrow
Tomorrow.
So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.
Its your last cup of sorrow.
What can you say?
Finish it today.
Its your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
And get on your way!
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself

song performed by by Faith No More
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What Can You Bring Me

(j gadson)
When your lovin is gone
And you cant carry on
What can you bring me
When there aint nobody else
And you cant help yourself
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Can you bring me that happy day
Let me know that everything is ok
Bring it strong and bring it fast
Bring it till the pain is in the past
What can you bring me, thatll unchain me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me baby
What can you bring me
Like a amn whose on that road, drivin hard towards his goal
Like Im on my last go round
My love lifes lost and cant be found
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Hurry baby, dont waste time
I need somebody, help me solve this crime
Bring it strong and bring it fast
Bring it till the pain is in the past
What can you bring me, thatll unchain me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
Help my equilibrium baby
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me
What can you bring me

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Many Things

Your nipples are perfectly pointed up like a pencil and,
They are very tempting to touch;
Your breasts are perfectly round like oranges and,
They are too juicy to hold;
But noted to your spot of love are the words of peace.
Summer break with summer love,
And of your golden-gate to respect at last;
But under your breasts is your secret of love.

Courtship and marriage,
And with the garden of flowers that holds the future;
For you are the evidence of more things to come.
'Aben wa ha'! !
And to learn from the status of your love;
For there are many things we can do together.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just One Sniff of Gin

Money isn't capable,
Of having it stretch...
Past the eyes of the taxman.

Nor can it be squeezed,
Or pinched...
Without a sighing moan to groan.

Money as it is ('is') weak.
And can make an oooweee ow...
To dropp down,
On the ground slipping quick...
From greased and slickened,
Mansion banners.

You know,
The spiral and wrap around kind.

If you've been living high on a fat hog...
Money isn't capable,
Of passing the taxman's grasp.
With a frisking that could last,
Until the blood began to drip from cottage cheese.
The diet we adopted!
Provoked by the pinching of the squeeze.

Money as it is ('is') weak.
And can make an oooweee ow...
To dropp down,
On the ground slipping quick.

Money can't be used to make the rich any richer.
But it sure knows how to bring us all
To our knees.

Even 'if' you had it!
No...
Money can't be used to make the rich any richer.
But it sure can bring a squell,
To aging knees.

Money isn't capable,
Of having it stretch...
Past the eyes of the taxman.

But,
A few dollars right now...
Could buy me a 'sniff' of gin.

Could buy me a 'sniff' of gin.

Just one 'sniff' of Gin!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Won't Back Down

I know what darkness means
(and the void you left for me)
the isolation stings
(so thick it wants to bleed)
the echoes in my brain
(all the things you said to me)
you took my everything
Now I'm coming for you
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
The shadow that you see
(in the places that you sleep)
are memories of me
(you better pray your soul to keep)
the truth behind you eyes
(you know the things you never see)
your darkest little lies
(I'm coming for you)
I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell
All the scars that never heal
All the wounds that will not seal
I will not forget the days
Theses memories never fall
I won't back down
I will not bow
And I can't forget
things you did
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell
I've come to bring you hell

song performed by by Fuel
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Pencil Rain

The possible dream
Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshals binoculars focus and skyward they train
Theyre searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain
And now hear the roar that none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all
Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Pensive I Sit and Sniff Scents

Pensive I sit and sniff scents,
Of lavender and lilac...
Coming to invade my space,
From the other side of a fence...
Where my neighbors reside.

These days I try to find a way,
To quiet all of my anxieties.
And I didn't think I had that many,
Until I discovered...
I do!

And still I sit in a pensiveness.
Between thoughfulness and sadness.
And dreams that seem out of reach.
Although my 'spirits'
Are lifted by scents I sniff and wish to seige.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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