I'm like a fungus; you can't get rid of me.
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Family Picture
Its really plain and easy to see
The family grows like a fungus on a tree
The fungus keeps growing wide and tall
Were happy while we flourish
And sad when we fall
Were just a bunch of monkeys
That gather around
And you can not draw the line of
Family ground
Smile for the camera
Wait for the flash
Theres always room for more
In this family bash
Would you like to be
Would you like to be
Would you like to be in my family picture?
Its getting hard to tell who we love and hate
I think its time we set the record straight
There are no papers that we ask you to sign
You dont need to stand in a waiting line
The lens is in focus
Were ready to go
The jointll be jumpin come rain or snow
So hold onto your honey
And drink up your booze
Just hop into the picture
Youve got nothing to lose
song performed by by Phish
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About Beets
~A VERY TRUE STORY~
I’d rather eat snails with some raw lizard tails!
I’d rather eat soap scum and witch’s toenails!
I’d rather eat fungus, black and humungous,
In fact I’m sure I would rather eat fungus!
I’d rather eat bugs and the shells of three crabs,
Sticky alien brains all covered in scabs!
I’d rather eat rocks in a giant brown box!
I’d rather eat chickens that have chicken pox!
I’d rather eat cacti that make me scream 'OUCH! '
I’d rather eat hair-balls from under the couch!
I’d rather eat bread that has turned grossly green,
Or the biggest earth worm that you’ve ever seen!
I’d rather eat ear wax and slimy eel skin,
I wish that the church would say 'BEETS are a SIN! '
I’d rather eat garbage, a cockroach or TEN…
Than to EVER-EVER eat BEETS Again!
From the book: 'A Woolly Mammoth on Amelia Street: Read Aloud Poems4Kids' By: Todd St. Pierre
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poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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The vice-president of an advertising agency is a bit of executive fungus that forms on a desk that has been exposed to conference.
quote by Fred Allen
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At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.
quote by William Standish Knowles
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Marriage is a custom brought about by women who then proceed to live off men and destroy them, completely enveloping the man in a destructive cocoon or eating him away like a poisonous fungus on a tree.
quote by Richard Harris
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Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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It Is Hard To Be Visible
too much light kills me
i could be some sort of a fungus
thriving beneath a cave
where the dripping of sorrow
the wetness of tears
makes me grow
it is hard to be visible to your light
and so here i am in the greyness of my season
in dampness of my existence
in the silence of my longing
i could have touched your skin
but i know what happens next
i know it
i am not ready to dissolve and be gone
forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If God Does Not Exist (A Riff)
If there be no God
Then man is scum,
Fungus on a rock
Floating in the drift of space,
A cold then sizzling spot;
The turmoil of the universe,
Its gas explosions far,
The birth and death of light that's cursed,
The entropy of stars;
Then love is all we really have
In the barrenness of space
It functions as a soothing salve
And smoothes a watchful face
poem by David McLansky
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My Dreams Are Burnt Petals Of Ordinary Flowers
my dreams are burnt
petals of
ordinary flowers
the sun hurts
dries every last leaf
on the vine
if the rains come
it has no purpose but
to make the rest of these dying dreams
to rot
it is a fungus world
there is no space for
growing
new dreams
but i keep the seeds
again
and they all still know
that art of
waiting
forever lies
in the softness of each
inner core
time is hope
and there will always be a room
a niche
for another growth
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Scratch Therefore I Am
i scratch therefore
i am
a cat.....
(a tomcat
or a tiger on the loose of a safari in your mind)
you itch therefore
you are
a dog....(or a bitch
or a fungus in the
anus)
you itch and i scratch
therefore
we exist,
therefore
we are.
animates, needing something to thrive upon,
we evolve and get complicated, we revolve around something
and get a little
sophisticated,
we scratch some more, we itch some more,
no longer cats, or tigers, or dogs or bitches, we go beyond
these animated needs,
we somehow say
we need love this time...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is So Beaufitul
a tree
dies attacked by fungus
infection is all
over
all leaves fall
to the ground
i watch sadness
creeping on stones
a tree without leaves
is happiness
stripped
off
as though deserted
all essence
gone
it does not end there
yet
this afternoon
birds with yellow breasts
and tiny beaks
come hovering
the dead tree sings a song
to the night
the sky is listening and it is
so beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dow Kritt
Samuel is forever talking of his elm --
But I did not need to die to learn about roots:
I, who dug all the ditches about Spoon River.
Look at my elm!
Sprung from as good a seed as his,
Sown at the same time,
It is dying at the top:
Not from lack of life, nor fungus,
Nor destroying insect, as the sexton thinks.
Look, Samuel, where the roots have struck rock,
And can no further spread.
And all the while the top of the tree
Is tiring itself out, and dying,
Trying to grow.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Usual Questions 2
the old places of the heart
have grown the trees of
guilt, its roots spread in my
bones
the fungus of nerves
are consuming my flesh
sad consequences now
for which i am left without choice
but take them all
slowly
i vomit them and you see
how i suffer
must you be happy by now?
how cruel too are those vines
of your revenge
choking the visions of your
eyes
green with anger
your tongues on fire
too consuming your hair
and body
who wins? the ashes on my feet?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Leaves Of The Mango Tree
from my window
the mango tree stands
tall
proud about the fruits
last harvest
now is the rainy day
and fungus start growing
on its bark
then the falls
for the dying season
start to fall
i watch some of them
falling
as the wind begins
to blow stronger
there is this leaf
that falls flip flopping
carried by the wind
to the other side of the
fence
and i can't help but
begin to think
about you too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remembering...
when all
the ipil-ipil leaves
fall to the ground
because the
bark has
given to the
fangs of
fungus
somehow
the leaves help me
remember:
for instance
those wasted days
of December
opportunities
flying away
because i never
grab them
words that
were uttered
which i never really
mean
but hurting just the
same
so many lovely days
but filled with
lust
great thoughts
squandered like
the anger
for money
so many things
so many fallen souls
rotten selves
unredeemed....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Thoughts....
in bed this morning before she wakes up
for prayer she looks at the calendar at the side of the wall
and says that the days are running so fast
it will be March and she is looking forward to a trip
in Thailand
all the while my mind is focused on those leaves falling
from the dying tree on the yard
i am thinking of the fungus and the rotten barks
the roots unable to hold anymore the tree's crown
she wakes up, dresses for the church's first mass
definitely, though i do not have to tell her
we're still bound (there must be a better word for this)
we're still on everything together....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dirty Brown Leaves And Windy Dreams by Talile Ali
kick up your feet and smell the air
full of moisture, fungus, and dust
take off your shoes and reflect
as the air washes out the must
pretty women walking in the distance
chatting about this and eating sprat
old people resting in the shadows
children laughing at being rats
sip of water, hint of melon
garbage floating in the stream
remarkable blessings flow around
dirty brown leaves and windy dreams
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poem by Talile Ali
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Poem - III
Through the dark aisles of the wood
Where the pine-needles deaden all sound
And the dove flutters in the black boughs
Through twilit vaults of the forest
Where fungus stifles the roots
And the squirrel escapes with a cone
Through the dim alleys of pine
Where the bent stick moves like a snake
And the badger sniffs at the moon
Through the green graveyard of leaves
Where the stoat rehearses his kill
And the white skull grins in the fern.
poem by Henry Treece
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Footages....
actually it is the same thing
that happens
over and over again
and i keep on watching
and watching
and if you only know there is no more
meaning
to what i constantly see and love and hate
and laugh
and cry for (how did i really learn
to cry? did i really cry?
i regret
i deny,
)
the footage of push and pull
and moans and groans
mechanical figures inside
these tubes
soon, i be a man transformed
from mere dirt to budding mushroom
fungus,
tasty, delicious to your palates
sliced thinly
on your favorite Hawaiian pizza
even the dirtiest
mind you always transforms itself
into a useful ornament
swallowed, savored
remembered
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ozymandias II
I met a guy I used to know, who said:
"You take your '57 Karnak, now,
The model that they called their Coop de Veal
That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers--
You take that car, owned by a nigger now
Likelier'n not, with half its chromium teeth
Knocked down its throat and aerial ripped off,
Side stitched with like bullets where the stripping's gone
And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders,
Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs,
Even the moths in the upholstery are old
But it gets around, you see one on the street
Beat-up and proud, well, Jeezus what a country,
Where even the monuments keep on the move."
poem by Howard Nemerov
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