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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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Dispensed
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
'Can't they see,
The future ahead from them...
They themselves delete? '
They believe that this feasting done,
Will keep them at the peak.
'Without an eating of all that is done...
What they believe,
Is an impossibility.'
They believe that this feasting done,
Will keep them at the peak.
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
'Can't they see,
The future ahead from them...
They themselves delete?
And...
Without an eating of all that is done...
What they believe,
Is an impossibility.'
'Blinded are the greedy.
And this they can not see.
When they are finished with their eating...
They will turn eventually to rust..
And all that is left,
Will crumble like dust!
After the rusting with the dusting,
Will swallow them all up.
With no repeating of a feasting,
For them ever again to be known.
Even if eyes,
Knowing what was...
Will again be known.'
They have been feasting with a feeding.
Even at the expense,
Of watching their own young...
Being eaten as if dispensed.
Just to keep themselves 'elite'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Peace Meal
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you
Flesh, blood, bones
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Wake up and realise the things that you do
You're busy whipping Hitler cos he gassed so many Jews
You're as guilty of murder - look at what you chew
Everybody's worried 'bout a Third World War
Nuclear annihilation, need I say more?
While you're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
Wake up!
Flesh, blood, bones
Peace on earth and goodwill to all men
The lower species we will condemn
While we're feasting at the peace meeting
Feasting at the peace meeting
She cries like you do
Cries like you do
She cries like you do
She cries like you do oo oo oo !!
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Feasting
Feasting, ate, tea, gains, if, sin, it, is, as, at, sting, tin, ten, nets, sing;
And like the cracking of horns under a pot!
Feasting, east, in, fins, gin, seat, eat, tins, saint, stain, faint, eat, neat;
But listen to the muse of love when it touches you,
For i am like the voice of a lover calling you!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.
quote by Samuel Pepys
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Farewell to the Farm
The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I've always been fascinated by numbers. Before I was seventeen years old, I had lived in twenty-one different houses. In my mind, each of those houses had a number.
quote by Robert Indiana
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We believe the 36, nearly 40, billion pound discount given for a right to buy houses took a million houses out of the public housing sector which is desperately needed for rent.
quote by John Prescott
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White Houses
Crashed on the floor when i moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stayed up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's till the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles, it's the fives of us
With pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day oh no i can't resist the day
And Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
And I'm so excited I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer's ending soon
It's all right
And it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
He's so funny in his bright red shirt
we were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last...
It's alright and i put myself in his hands
but i hold on to secrets in White Houses
Love or something ignites in my veins
and i pray it never fades in white houses
My first time
Hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh
And a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day
It's more common than you think
He's my first mistake
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the 5 of us in white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses.
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Ending Of The Feast
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And a living done 'within' their means,
Is in their future.
With no credit cards to own.
With a parking of their cars.
And a healthier way of life...
Showing a more discipline with fitness,
Shown.
Because all of their loan days,
With debits will be gone.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
A change they can believe in.
With a reality to clearly breathe,
Comes.
And the singing of 'We Shall Overcome'
Will just be another song to sing.
As a process begins...
To fulfill a communal socialism,
On the horizon.
On the scene.
How can one tell a people,
Accustomed to feasting...
The ending of the feast,
Approaches with the upcoming dawn?
And they,
Will live on!
Or wont.
Leaving those humble and meek,
To inherit the Earth.
'Why so evil, dark and gloomy?
You're evil to wish that upon us! '
SNAP out of it!
The amusement park is closed!
I reference the Bible!
What...
Or should I say,
'WHO' supplies your observations?
And...
I'm evil?
Why?
Would it be because I do not cling,
Onto 'your' delusions?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Animals' Houses
Of animals' houses
Two sorts are found -
Those which are square ones
And those which are round.
Square is a hen-house,
A kennel, a sty:
Cows have square houses
And so have I.
A snail's shell is curly,
A bird's nest round;
Rabbits have twisty burrows
Underground.
But the fish in the bowl
And the fish at sea -
Their houses are round
As a house can be.
James Reeves
poem by George Redgrave
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No architect troubled to design houses that suited people who were to live in them, because that would have meant building a whole range of different houses. It was far cheaper and, above all, timesaving to make them identical.
quote by Michael Ende
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The Need For An Institution And A Philosophy
do not be too proud
to say that you do not need temples
and houses and
philosophies
I've been there and it does not please
me at all
the rain was heavy
and the night was so dark
i miscalculated it
the air was so cold
and the foxes are many
the snakes are still
assessing whether to attack and then bite
and take what is good
for their bellies
i am going back home
for good.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Christmas Solstice
Magical Christmas days and nights,
Summertime Solstice rays and lights,
eye on equator high in sky,
mother full moon pry the tide.
Fir tree for Christmas sweet to see,
colour and glitter sparkling glee,
gifts of love under bring bounty,
symbol to prosper family.
Feasting at Christmas harvest food,
sing in the kitchen spiritual mood,
cater delights smiles exude,
family sharing yielded fruit.
Twirling at Christmas love is found,
play in the surf crash castles down,
running home salty red not brown,
feasting more Christmas fat and round.
poem by Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser
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Pink Houses
Theres a black man with a black cat
Living in a black neighbourhood
Hes got an interstate runnin through his front yard
You know, he think, that hes got it so good
And theres a woman in the kitchen cleanin up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Well theres a young man in a t-shirt
Listening to a rockin rollin station
Hes got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says: lord, this must be my destination
cuz they told me, when I was younger
Boy, youre gonna be president
But just like everyting else, those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Well theres people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the gulf of mexico
Ohhh yeah
And theres winners, and theres losers
But they aint no big deal
cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills,
The bills and the pills that kill
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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I happened to be one of those who thought all these expenses necessary, and I had the good fortune to have the majority of both houses of Parliament on my side.
quote by Robert Walpole
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A Village With Many Houses
his heart is like the sky
with many birds flying inside it
his heart is like the village
with many houses around it
the sky is as white as snow
the birds are so blue
the houses with no one
they are all empty
for quite long deserted
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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People think top singers are overpaid, but opera houses have a top fee, which is a good thing. Of course concerts are different- everyone wants to make as much money as possible.
quote by Bryn Terfel
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