The Mole From The Ministry
If you think theres something wrong
Holes appearing on your lawn
Dont you blame the man next door
Its not him
Flowers walk from place to place
Dark spot moves around your face
Objects vanish without trace
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
And youll all bow down to me
Im the mole in your potting shed
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you wont catch me
(fish and visitors smell after three days)
If you thinks theres something strange
Garden starts to rearrange
From perfect lawn to mountain range
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
Working underground
And youll all bow down to me
Moving facts and figures all around
Im the mole in your potting shed
Undermine your world
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you shouldnt think me, no!
And you shouldnt think me
Mole
Mole
Mole
song performed by by Xtc
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To Be Seen What Your Are Now
Having grown from the mole to a mountain,
You'll be seen as the mole by the people
Who have known you since you being a mole.
Be with others to be seen as a mountain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Of The Mole In The Ground
The mole's a creature very smooth and slick,
She digs i' th' dirt, but 'twill not on her stick;
So's he who counts this world his greatest gains,
Yet nothing gets but's labour for his pains.
Earth's the mole's element, she can't abide
To be above ground, dirt heaps are her pride;
And he is like her who the worldling plays,
He imitates her in her work and ways.
Poor silly mole, that thou should'st love to be
Where thou nor sun, nor moon, nor stars can see.
But O! how silly's he who doth not care
So he gets earth, to have of heaven a share!
poem by John Bunyan
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I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I pulled out my shovel
And dug a little hole
I dug even deeper
Trying to kill a mole
The digging was easy
The hole grew more and more
Then I thought to myself
I should have used my bore
I dug into the den
But the mole wasn't there
It was almost as if
It vanished in mid air
Then I saw a tunnel
It veered off to the right
So I thought to myself
I'd dig into the night
So I kept on digging
Until it petered out
Then I grew quite angry
So I had to shout
I never found that mole
But I did dig a hole
And filled it with a pole
Then formed a grassy knoll
Edwin Tanguma (10/4/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
quote by Gordon England
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Hunger
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle among roses
By the one who is sex hungry.
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle in a pudding
By the one who is food hungry.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Star-Nosed Mole
Mole, angel-dog of the pit,
digging six miles a night,
what's up with you in your sooty suit,
where's your kitchen at?
I find you at the edge of our pond,
drowned, numb drainer of weeds,
insects floating in your belly,
grubs like little fetuses bobbing
and your dear face with its fifth hand,
doesn't it know it's the end of the war?
It's all over, no need to go deep into ponds,
no fires, no cripples left.
Mole dog,
I wish your mother would wake you up
and you wouldn't lie there like the Pieta
wearing your cross on your nose.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Down In The Hole
Watch your head on that root
Got to let your eyes adjust
Im sorry about your suit
Cant do nothing about the dust
Welcome down underground
Hunker down a spell
Gets to feel like home to me
Though I know it looks like hell
(chorus)
Down in the hole
Lord, its deep and the sides are steep
And the nights are long and cold
Down in the hole
Light and love and the world above
Mean nothing to the mole
(dont mean nothing to the mole)
Never gets real hot down here
Fifty five degrees
Its always a little bit damp, I fear
But Ive never seem to freeze
Mushrooms and earthworms
Fancy stuff to eat
A world of quiet comtemplation (oh, yes)
Just below the street
- chorus -
Im in a hole
Since I lost my baby
Living in a hole
Since I lost my girl
Would you play in the moonlight
Woul you dance in the dirt
Come home way past daybreak
Cockleburs all stuck in your shirt
Come back home to twilight
Come back home to me
Subterranean river you are
Meets the molten sea
- chorus -
song performed by by James Taylor
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Man can now fly in the air like a bird, swim under the ocean like a fish, he can burrow into the ground like a mole. Now if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise.
quote by Tommy Douglas
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This is my wife
Making a mountain
Of a mole hill
Is my relative
I called
Innovative
This my wife.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I've got a big mole on my butt. It's true.
quote by Gedde Watanabe
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Hidden Sins
FOR every sin that comes before the light,
And leaves an outward blemish on the soul,
How many, darker, cower out of sight,
And burrow, blind and silent, like the mole.
And like the mole, too, with its busy feet
That dig and dig a never-ending cave,
Our hidden sins gnaw through the soul, and meet
And feast upon each other in its grave.
A buried sin is like a covered sore
That spreads and festers 'neath a painted face;
And no man's art can heal it evermore,
But only His—the Surgeon's—promised grace.
Who hides a sin is like the hunter who
Once warmed a frozen adder with his breath,
And when he placed it near his heart it flew
With poisoned fangs and stung that heart to death.
A sculptor once a granite statue made,
One-sided only, just to fit its place:
The unseen side was monstrous; so men shade
Their evil acts behind a smiling face.
O blind! O foolish! thus our sins to hide,
And force our pleading hearts the gall to sip;
O cowards! who must eat the myrrh, that Pride
May smile like Virtue with a lying lip.
A sin admitted is nigh half atoned;
And while the fault is red and freshly done,
If we but dropp our eyes and think,—'tis owned,—
'Tis half forgiven, half the crown is won.
But if we heedless let it reek and rot,
Then pile a mountain on its grave, and turn,
With smiles to all the world,—that tainted spot
Beneath the mound will never cease to burn.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Who takes a lion at a distance fears a mole present.
I also love Mole, the unsung hero of reality programming.
quote by Kathy Griffin
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The Mole Part One
In seinem Garten freudevoll
Geht hier ein Gärtner namens Knoll.
Doch seine Freudigkeit vergeht,
Ein Maulwurf wühlt im Pflanzenbeet.
Schnell eilt er fort und holt die Hacke,
Daß er den schwarzen Wühler packe.
Jetzt ist vor allem an der Zeit
Die listige Verschwiegenheit.
Aha! Schon hebt sich was im Beet,
Und Knoll erhebt sein Jagdgerät.
Schwupp! Da - und Knoll verfehlt das Ziel.
Die Hacke trennt sich von dem Stiel.
Das Instrument ist schnell geheilt;
Ein Nagel wird hineingekeilt.
Und wieder steht er ernst und krumm
Und schaut nach keiner Seite um.
A gardener by the name of Knoll
Goes for a joyful garden stroll.
His joyfulness, however, sours:
A mole is digging up the flowers.
He hurries off to fetch the hoe.
That old black burrower must go!
Instead of hit-or-miss aggression,
This problem calls for sly discretion.
Ah! Something's stirring in the patch,
And Knoll stands ready for the catch.
Take that! - And Knoll has missed his goal.
The hoe's asunder, not the mole.
The tool is mended without fail
By firmly wedging in a nail.
Again he's lurking, grave and bent,
Ignoring his environment.
poem by Wilhelm Busch
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In the Words of a Child
My name is Aaron, and this is my head,
I’m a good boy, that’s what my mom said,
This is my nose, it has two holes,
It feels real bad, when I have colds,
These are my eyes, I have two,
My mom says, they’re pretty, and blue,
This is my mouth, for candy to go.
My mom says, I eat real slow,
This is my tooth, I only have one,
One day I’ll have more, that’ll be fun,
This is my arm and this is my hand,
I have another one, to play in the sand
This is my tummy, it has a hole,
Mom says I eat like a mole,
This is my leg, right here you see,
I have another one, right here on me,
This is my foot, there it is right there,
This is another one, I think it’s called a pair,
My mom says I have a heart, it’s in here,
She says when I’m sad, that’s what makes a tear.
Mom says I have a soul, I don’t know where,
I’ve looked every where, even over there,
poem by B.J. Ayers
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The Mole had long wanted to make the I acquaintance of the Badger. He seemed, by all accounts, to be such an important personage and, though rarely visible, to make his unseen influence felt by everybody about the place.
quote by Kenneth Grahame
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Baby, If I Noticed Everything
do not blame me
about this
mess
did i notice really
everything every detail
like
the ponytail or the rosy cheek
or the dainty fingers
of the princess
in you
because if i did
i would have never left
where
you were then hiding
like a mole
on your nipple
you were waiting
for me to call your name
and kiss you
when you could have
simply
called me by my nickname
when you
should have been candid
and tell me
that you love me too
this world would have been
a happier place to live in
you and i, would have lived
a life
not wasted by those fast tracking loveless years
look at us
we are wrinkled with all regrets
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Short Contemplation....
you look at your face
this forest hair
the space is too small
for the feel of prison
you find a mole
it is an island where
you can stay
you look closer there
is this pore in your skin
you think
there is something in there
that can possibly
make you free...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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