I'm crazy about westerns. I need to do a western once in a while. It's like you know, eating bread, eating pasta, drinking wine. It's in my blood. I need it.
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Bible, Franz Kafka And Mayan Popol Vuh
Drinking wine, because the
wine is for the spirit, eating
bread, because the bread
is for the flesh of the body,
needing to be alive, needing
to be able to use the words,
all the words belonging to
God in the moment that ''God
said, Let us make man in our
image, '' as Bible says.So,
The Lord gave us the words,
as a great gift.So, we are
drinking wine and we are
eating bread to be with Him,
because without Him, our words
may become silence. Moreover,
we may be unable to use them,
we may ''turn into monkeys'' as
Mayan Popol Vuh says. Who really
knows how many kinds of species
talked? Why did the serpent talk with
Eve? Did the serpent belong to a
talking specie? What Kafka really
wanted to say in his ''Metamorphosis''?
I understand that we can die all and
we can be created again by Him,
The Great Creator. The Darwin's theory
of evolution and Mayan theory of
involution may be false, but the
power of God is true. All I really know
is that we need to be good people
and really faithful to be existent.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A Guide to Eating Meat
Eating a little beef
Could cause a Hindu grief,
Eating too much chicken
Can make a person sicken,
Eating lots of lamb
Is preferable to Spam,
Eating a leg of pork
Won't make the neighbours talk,
But eating Mum and Dad
Is DEFINITELY BAD! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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My sisters like cooking at my place. It has a bit more room, and the food tastes a little bit better. A big pot of spaghetti and sauce, some warm French bread - works all the time. I think I've been eating pasta for 26 years.
Chocolate Cherries Is Much Safer?
she told me eating
chocolate cherries
is much safer
perhaps I prefer
getting drunk drinking
in alcohol sour cherries
drinking the second
the third one would
love to share
artists might define
this drinking
as frustration eating
how quickly spirit
frustration times
slip away passing
Dedicated to Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Elders Are Confused
You call us unruly children,
but you confuse us!
First, your cousin came,
eating insects, drinking honey,
preaching re-thinking,
shoving stubborn heads
under cold Jordan's
waves.
Clearly possessed!
Then along you come
laughing, eating, drinking,
with sinners consorting,
singing songs of paradise
to prostitutes.
So what's it to be?
Mourning
to John's dirge?
or dancing
to God's piper?
poem by Steven Federle
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Irom Sharmila, My Daughter
I see people eating
in front of shopping-malls
I see people eating
in front of reality shows
I see people eating
in front of cinema-halls
Only IROM, my daughter,
hematophobic,
hasn't eaten ten years
for only she knowseating
to be homicide
when bread is dipped in read...
poem by Rudra Kinshuk
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Do Not Mind
I am forgetting
eating drinking wearing.
You are giving me a serpent
When I am asking for fish
And I do not mind.
You are sending a ravenous wolves
When I am asking for sheep's clothing
And I do not mind.
You are offering poisonous venom
When I am asking for sweet fruitjuice
And I do not mind.
You are forgetting
You are with me and sharing
equally eating drinking wearing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Basically, though, I believe in eating well, not eating too much but eating a variety of foods.
quote by Joan Collins
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Who Could Wish For Anything More
Candle
For the light.
Wine
For the drinking
Chocolates
For the eating
Flowers
For the smelling
Lips
For the kissing
Who could wish
For anything more
29 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Crazzy me?
Am i crazy? .... i wonder,
wearing socks over shoes in thunder..!
Am i crazy? ....i notice,
xeroxing blank sheets in me office..!
Am i crazy? ....i find,
selling mirrors in the town full of blind..!
Am i crazy? ....i feel,
giving love n taking back pain in free..!
Am i crazy? ....i write,
pen without ink..m scribblin jus right..!
Am i crazy? ....ma mom tells,
worst is studyn 11th hour as she yells..!
Am i crazy? ....i eat,
eating water n drinking food to keep maself neat..!
Am i crazy? ...i know,
screaming quietly n talking loudly as ya snore..!
Am i crazy...? ma frnds say..
i jus sing dreams all night even in day..!
so i jus wanna kinda say one thing
u r noh woh m made for if you think
i m me n gonna be one forever..
gonna crazze wiv music luv n life fo sure..
Am i crazy? ? ? m not! ! !
this is just wot a tru freak does....
poem by sejzinn Joshi
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Vegetarian Mumbo Jumbo
I dont want tofu Id rather have a mouthful of beef stew I dont want
To be a vegetarian why eat beans when you can have steak insted?
I dont feel bad about eating something thats dead why should I be
Sad for cows getting hit in the head? so I like eating fish tell me whats
Wrong with this how can you blame me for eating chicken of the sea?
Dont waste your breath yelling at me about animal rights and how they
Should be free its survival of the fittest and were winning I dont feel
Bad about eating something thats dead why should I be sad for chickens
Being force fed so I like eating fish tell me whats wrong with this how can
You blame me for eating chicken of the sea?
song performed by by NOFX
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Hard To Swallow
We eat to live
We eat to grow
We eat to endulge ourselves,
In the greatness of food
We eat to provide comfort
We eat to be accepted
We eat as it is part,
Of our lives
Food comes in all different forms,
Shapes and sizes
It can be a bean as small as a nail
Or a christmas turkey the size of a horse
Food is a necessity
Food is a way of life
Food is enjoyed
Food is loved
But for some,
Food is despised
Eating brings pain
Eating brings weight
Eating brings illness
Eating brings hate
Eating means endless pain
A pain that wont stop,
Until the food inside,
Is forced out
Eating means weight gain and hurt
So,
It's best not to eat at all
The aching pain of hunger drifts away,
With several ibuprofein.
The battle with food is a constant struggle
To overcome the eating disorder
To take one bite,
And Swallow!
poem by Chris jones
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I've been watching what I eat. When I was putting on all the weight, I was drinking Guinness and not eating. I didn't have room to because I was drinking all the time.
quote by Robbie Williams
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This Bread I Break
This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.
Once in this time wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.
This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Facing The Door (Life Poem)
Here is life and love, pain and pleasure,
Ten years traversing those steps,
Tired waitress, twelve hours hell,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
Too-jolly Australians on a budget,
Eating soup and dessert, are missing,
The pasta, the best part, it seems,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
Miscreant male constantly corralled,
By his Austrian authoritarian aunt,
Filling her face with a pasta mountain,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
New lovers lost in each other’s eyes,
Carpaccio di salmon slices sharp cold,
Their Gaja Barbaresco lust blood red,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
Old lovers holding hands in silence,
Pasta warm feelings of Taglioni Fratelli,
This Chianti Classico two will soon be one,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
Married couple, on different planes,
Broadcast to their neighbours the plans,
Of loveless friends in lifelong bondage,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s.
Meal memories of two and more,
Of friends and family, work and play,
Life and love and unforgettable moments,
I am facing the door in Fratelli’s
poem by Ian Beckett
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D.J.'s
By the way, every little thing about her face
Fills him up, the image so pleasing it could never be erased
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
By the way she says things, the tone, just to hear her voice
He can't explain, the sound so exciting to him a perfect choice
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking carefree innocent she's slightly sneaky
Confident and proud from another country has her way lives for today by
the
Way she's far away
By the way, holding her, hugging her can feel so warm
Just think about it, two bodies embracing, creating love in this form
Here to stay, embedded in his mind, he wishes they could be together all
the
time
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
Then she kissed him and she went away
Far across to San Francisco Bay
You'd think that she would think again
And only want to be with him
Regardless of the things that pull her far away, she's far away...
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking sexy
tomboy
With a natural way of thinking crazy
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away
Crazy independent spanish speaking arty flirty red wine drinking
By the way she's far away and by the way she's far away
song performed by by No Doubt
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I think that at the supper I neither receive flesh nor blood, but bread and wine; which bread when it is broken, and the wine when it is drunken, put me in remembrance how that for my sins the body of Christ was broken, and his blood shed on the cross.
Dogs In Wars
The big, white dog cowered in the shadows unseen
by soldiers marching by, there had been fighting and
many corpses lay rotting in streets, hungry dog had
been eating, first reluctantly, then with abandonment,
forgotten was ancient taboo about eating human flesh...
Soldiers, who could kill their enemies brutally and
without mercy, had an irrational fear against dogs that
ate humans. The white dog knew this, any dog seen
eating man could never again be mans best friend
When the war was over it would try to be adopted by
a nice family with small children it could look after;
but for now the dog was hungry it had to finish eating
an arm that appeared to have belonged to a soldier who
had been keen on weightlifting before joining the army
and be blown to bits by a wayside bomb.
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.
quote by Chamfort
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A Lonely Cloud
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s empty and cold
When it has gathered lot
Soon the sky is getting dark
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s heavy and hard
When it has already been dark
Soon the day is going to rain
I’m eating a lonely cloud
It’s grey and bitter
When it has already rained
Soon the tear won’t hesitant to flow
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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