Heartburn Stew
I threw my woman power in a pot of stew
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single word did I hear from him,
So I tried the stew on my dog
But he wouldnt even eat it.
I put my light heart on a matching silver plate
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single footstep was heard near the door
So I ate the plate myself
And got a heartburn.
Heartburn, heartburn plate,
Heartburn, heartburn cake.
I toasted my pride and covered it with apple jam
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single sign of a stir or a breeze
So I soaked the bread in my milk
And I gave it to the birds.
Heartburn, heartburn plate,
Heartburn, heartburn cake.
I watched the clock ticking, ticking away to my past,
Eight years old, birthday and raindrops.
Not a single line from my dad or my mom
So I laid the cake on my cat
But she wouldnt even touch it.
Heartburn, heartburn stew,
Heartburn, heartburn blues.
What do I want with a heartburn, I ask you,
Dont try to give me the word.
cause I ask a clever question
And I get a silly answer.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Heartburn Stew
I threw my woman power in a pot of stew
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single word did I hear from him,
So I tried the stew on my dog
But he wouldnt even eat it.
I put my light heart on a matching silver plate
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single footstep was heard near the door
So I ate the plate myself
And got a heartburn.
Heartburn, heartburn plate,
Heartburn, heartburn cake.
I toasted my pride and covered it with apple jam
And waited for my love to come.
But not a single sign of a stir or a breeze
So I soaked the bread in my milk
And I gave it to the birds.
Heartburn, heartburn plate,
Heartburn, heartburn cake.
I watched the clock ticking, ticking away to my past,
Eight years old, birthday and raindrops.
Not a single line from my dad or my mom
So I laid the cake on my cat
But she wouldnt even touch it.
Heartburn, heartburn stew,
Heartburn, heartburn blues.
What do I want with a heartburn, I ask you,
Dont try to give me the word.
cause I ask a clever question
And I get a silly answer.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Heartburn
Uh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Come on, oh, oh, oh
Tempo, oh, oh, oh
A keys, oh, oh, oh
Lets go,oh,oh,oh
Let me,oh,oh,oh
let me ,let me, let me
Let me tell you something
Tell you how I feel
When he comes around
I get the feeling ill
This aching feeling
Inside my chest
I say Im going in
To cardiac arrest
Adrenilin rushin in my body
Oh my god I just cant fight it
But no matter how hard I keep on trying
I cant deny Ive got this
Heartburn burning in my soul
Heartburn call the fire department
Heartburn its out of control
Heartburn
Got me tripping, slipping
Inside my self
I try some medication
But dont nothing help
So I say doctor, doctor
Tell me will I die
And he said count to five Alicia
And Im gonna be alright
Lets go 1-2-3-4
Adrenilin rushin in my body
Oh my god I just cant fight it
But no matter how hard I keep on trying
I cant deny Ive got this
Heartburn burning in my soul
Heartburn call the fire department
Heartburn its out of control
Heartburn
Tastes so good I cant resist
Getting harder to digest
Cant take no more, gotta shake it off
Now break it down and take it to the ground with me now
Every body say oh
oh,oh,oh (7x)
Dont you know I got this
Heartburn burning in my soul
Heartburn call the fire department
Heartburn its out of control
Heartburn
What you tryna do
Heartburn burning in my soul
Heartburn call the fire department
Heartburn its out of control
Heartburn
Shake it, shake it shake it oh go ahead girl
Shake it shake it shake it oh oooh (2x)
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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I would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.
quote by John Barrymore
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I voted for the Deficit Reduction Package with significant heartburn over the student aid provisions.
quote by Bob Inglis
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Nature's heartburn flares
Snow's attempt to heal has failed
Puked wrath soiling land
haiku by Indira Renganathan
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Heartburn ♥
Without a warning
without a sound
when your alone
or with people all around.
Could be a phone call
or just a gentle touch
Could be that chili-dog
that you had for lunch.
Swirling from your stomach
up into your heart
feelings overwhelm
tearing you apart.
No matter were it comes from
no matter what the source
HEARTBURN takes over-
Such an amazing force.
poem by Brooke Peterson
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Free Delivery
Late at night, youre hungry
Youre craving some pizza
Let me be the one that you call
Olive or anchovy
Perhaps pepperoni
Anything you want, weve got it all
Near, far, Ill jump in my car
You just call in your order and Im gone
You know, we hand toss our dough
Just tell me what you want and the toppings will go on and on
Deep dish, whatever you wish
Even get two for one with a coupon
You must try our special crust
But just dont eat too fast or your heartburn will go on and on
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Blazing Trail
They swim like tadpoles.
Thoughts!
I was waiting at the far end of pond.
Heartburn increases at dusk,
fierce battle of blazing stripes
on blankets.
On the scarlet face
a bridge was burning
in wide open eyes.
Somebody takes an aim
hauling a runaway bruise.
Blood comes out roaring.
Weep, my stars,
ice was thin –
drowning the lake.
poem by Satish Verma
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Jesus Burger
Feeling spiritually hungry,
I stopped by at an
Internet writers' joint,
Where I was served with
A Jesus burger, well done,
On a mystic Sufi bun,
With kosher pickles,
Kabbalic lettuce and
Shamanic tomatoes,
With that secret Zen sauce
And transcendental Maya,
With a large order of
Wicca fries and a bottle
Of flavored holy water,
And I ate it all up
Hook, line and sinker
Until I got a heartburn
From all the baloney -
So I started writing
My postmodern Marxist
Slogans that New Age
Consciousness is the
McDonald's of the masses.
March 26,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Why Me My Angel
My Angel has brought me great trouble.
In and out of Hospital I go.
With sadness and burns and soft tissue scars heartburn and dread as we leave this mess with crying and screaming.
With Sorrow, sadness and death of sick sick people and horrible horrible feelings that will, leave you screaming with great fear so think how lucky you are that your not one of them but its a shame one of them is me.
poem by Catherine smith
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Coming Around Again
(carly simon) *from the film heartburn*
Baby sneezes
Mummy pleases
Daddy breezes in
So good on paper
So romantic
But so bewildering
(chorus)
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
So dont mind if I fall apart
Theres more room in a broken heart
You pay the grocer
Fix the toasted
Kiss the host good-bye
Then you break a window
Burn the souffl?
Scream the lullaby
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
So dont mind if I fall apart
Theres more room in a broken heart
And I believe in love
But what else can I do
Im so in love with you
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Tobacconist's daughter and chain smoker who wears a Greek Fisherman Hat!
Parents totally against their daughter's marriage
since the beginning and he never goes to work
finishes a packet of cigarette within few hours?
One night they chased him out of the premises
Otherwise they have to close the store soon.
Charming daughter like sodium bicarbonate
who soothes her parents' frequent heartburn
All of a sudden started the smoking?
The old parents called the son-in-law
and handed over the business to them
and decided to leave to a nearby apartment!
Everybody knows that the business goes well now
and both quitted smoking!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.
I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Thanksgiving
The man who stands above the bird, his knife
Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes
A thigh and leg, half the support
On which the turkey used to stand. This
Leg and thigh he sets on an extra
Plate. All his weight now on
One leg, he lunges for the wing, the wing
On the same side of the bird from which
He has just removed the leg and thigh.
He frees the wing enough to expose
The breast, the wing not severed but
Collapsed down to the platter. One hand
Holding the fork, piercing the turkey
Anywhere, he now beings to slice the breast,
Afflicted by small pains in his chest,
A kind of heartburn for which there is no
Cure. He serves the hostess breast, her
Own breast rising and falling. And so on,
Till all the guests are served, the turkey
Now a wreck, the carver exhausted, a
Mere carcass of his former self. Everyone
Says thanks to the turkey carver and begins
To eat, thankful for the cold turkey
And the Republic for which it stands.
poem by Mac Hammond
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Returning food
(This is a fictional poem)
You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied.
If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside.
You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef.
My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths.
You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny.
I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny.
You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner.
You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner.
I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return.
I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.
poem by Randy Johnson
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A Housewifes Revenge
Seems like that man took my heart
[feels]
Laid it neatly out before him on the floor
Then he put on the biggest
Heaviest winter boots he had
And stomped on it for three hours,
Maybe four
And I hope his sorrells are ruined forever
Cause you know he knows how to push my every button
Get down to my last nerve
Like the other day he forgot to put his beer can
In the recycling bin
And he meant to do it on purpose Im sure
So I might just have to tell him
Why his dog, ralph, that ran away three years ago
Wont be coming home again
Cause you know he walks around the house
In his underwear
Whenever my girlfriends come around
And perhaps if he were good looking
I might feel a bit jealous, overzealous
But all I feel is embarrassed
Looking at him standing there
And I hope he never finds his left slipper
And my psychiatrist says I should tell him how I feel
He says, oh great, I gotta listen to her snivel again
So I have these little unfulfilled fantasies
Of putting arsenic in his teacup
Wed see whod be laughing then
If only he was the type to drink tea
Now I hear him come up the driveway
In his el camino
With its black with a red-flame firebird on front
He keeps the keys to himself
He wont take me out to the movies
Cause of football
So Ill just hold out on something else
Ill never cook him another single hungry man tv dinner again
I say, listen man, you better treat me with some
R-e-s-p-e-c-t
Cause I gotta a whole lotta what you need
Then a whole lot besides, and then still a whole lot more
He said, yeah, if you were talking about your weight
That might be true - but otherwise all you give me is
Headache and heartburn
So I took his hungry man tv dinner and his sorrels
So I took his left slipper and his hungry man tv dinner
And I spit on his sorrels as I walked out the door.
And I spit on him as I walked out the door
By the way, your dog ralph wont be coming home again
song performed by by Jewel
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J. Ms Question
Virginias in the bath house sayin,dont drink the water,
And Im already in the swimmin pool.
The woman in the straw hat said, the meat aint worth eatin,
And sunbathin here, baby, aint so cool.
Theres a hole in the ozone and the rats all got cancer
From too much tartar and nicotine.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When the babysitter treats all the kids so mean?
No tresspassing will blow your brains out,
Will do it with atomic bomb.
Theyre cuttin down the rain forest and the food heres fattenin,
And I hope theres no satanic message in this song.
But, theres live aid and farm aid and all kind of hand grenades
To help us all get along.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When evrything we do turns out so wrong?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy fore he does it to you.
The preacher he hands out verse and scripture
Just like he wrote it down himself.
Doctors and lawyers got a good thing going,
But that aint no place to go if you need help.
Theres too much sodium in my heartburn medicine
And I think I need to lay down for awhile.
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When evrything we do we do with such style?
Well, what kind of world do we live in
When eleven and seven equals two? yeah.
What kind of world do we live in
When you do it to your buddy fore he does it to you?
Got to do it to your buddy fore he does it to you.
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Attack of the Squash People
And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
and eat and eat and eat.
They're coming, they're on us,
the long striped gourds, the silky
babies, the hairy adolescents,
the lumpy vast adults
like the trunks of green elephants.
Recite fifty zucchini recipes!
Zucchini tempura; creamed soup;
sauté with olive oil and cumin,
tomatoes, onion; frittata;
casserole of lamb; baked
topped with cheese; marinated;
stuffed; stewed; driven
through the heart like a stake.
Get rid of old friends: they too
have gardens and full trunks.
Look for newcomers: befriend
them in the post office, unload
on them and run. Stop tourists
in the street. Take truckloads
to Boston. Give to your Red Cross.
Beg on the highway: please
take my zucchini, I have a crippled
mother at home with heartburn.
Sneak out before dawn to drop
them in other people's gardens,
in baby buggies at churchdoors.
Shot, smuggling zucchini into
mailboxes, a federal offense.
With a suave reptilian glitter
you bask among your raspy
fronds sudden and huge as
alligators. You give and give
too much, like summer days
limp with heat, thunderstorms
bursting their bags on our heads,
as we salt and freeze and pickle
for the too little to come.
poem by Marge Piercy
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So-called Chaos
Deadlines, meetings and contracts all breached
D-days and structure responsibility
Have-to's and need-to's and get-to's by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
Heartburn and headaches and soon-to-be ulcers
Compulsive yearnings non-stop to please others
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
All wont be lost if Im governed by my own uniqueness
Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe regardless
Wont deem me had if I'm led by my own rulelessness
My fire wont quell and Ill be harm-free and distressless
Trust me
Line towing, and helping, expectations up to living
Inside box obeying, inside line cutting
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations at the shoes upon my feet
I want to be naked, running through the streets
I want to invite this so called chaos, that youd think I dare not be
I want to be weightless, flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Beauty And The Beast
Beauty And The Beast
Date: February 16,2012
Callous…self-centered
Like a rat, scampering from some darkened sewer
To gobble up the last vestiges of honey
Dripping from the cup
I watch as you make a meal
Of the meager offerings
Then twitch and yawn, your eyes greedy
Searching, already hungry for more
Easing from your comfort zone
Nervous to be seen by the sun's gold rays
You make haste to plunder the reserves
Taking, as long as the haul is free and unspoiled by obligation
You crow, while I struggle…haunted by whispers I cannot discern
I find myself searching, searching in swamps of regurgitated bile
Dipping my cup to drink, then retching at the taste
Repulsed by the frenzy of my own obsessions
I am incensed at my powerlessness to stand straight
And lash out, in a candy coated storm
My rage distilled by sugary purrs of undying love
And ill-fated missiles doomed to miss their mark
In my effort, I take up arms and blast away
Aiming to pierce the heart of the sleeping beast
Hoping the venom of bitterness sinks in
And delivers me to the wretched land of contempt
I loathe not the rat, oh no, not even the man
But myself, for the utter nonsense of my will
I search to place blame for my entrapment
Banging my head against rusty bars of a self-made prison
I pray in the blackness of shadows
Willing myself to hate the air that he breathes
For it reeks of old scars, heartburn
And births a cold bitterness layered decades deep
But my mind, still split and skewered to the spit
Suffocates on fumes of mockery
I scold myself…berating my heart
For undoing a package so neatly bound
I claim that it is love that keeps me here
With plate in hand, arms outstretched
Offering cream to the fat bastard
Who cannot see beyond his own appetence
Yet, I keep bending to taste the same old poison
Circling, circling…like a vulture
Seeking a free lunch along empty highways
Unconcerned with the quality of the meal
It's funny how the eyes can be tricked to see beauty
Where there is none
Or perhaps it's my warped view of beauty that is the beast
Either way….for the life of me…I cannot turn my eyes away
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