A Haughty person will not even reach down to take his own nose if it had fallen to the ground.
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Why Do You Bob Your Nose, Girl ?
(kinky friedman)
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it does not look so nice,
If it' s just to keep in fashion, it's not the lord's advice.
Well, you mangle mother nature and brave the lord's command
You care about your nose, girls, and reach the glory land.
Why do you bob your nose, girls, it's not the thing to do,
Run with that nose and some day the lord may say to you:
You naughty little booger, you honky tonkin' hose
But at least i'm glad for one thing: you'sll never bob your nose.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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This Town
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
It's pure
Just to know we will always be friends
I hope you find your mind and let them go
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
It's over me
That I cannot describe it
My friends
You know that I can't hide it
Like planets
Contemplate my worlds
Painting all the colours
Running dry like me
There's nothing left to say in this town
There's nowhere left to hide but inside pride
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Theres nothing left to do in this town
Theres no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight
I'm cured
When you say there's something left
When you say there's something left
I'm cured
There's nothing left to do in this town
There's no where left to fly but on the ground
I'll reach you
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (I'll reach you)
Tonight (no matter were u are)
Tonight
Tonight
I'll reach you
I'll reach you
Tonight
song performed by by Inme
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The Fallen Soldier
Fallen Soldier All Alone
Fallen Soldier Far From Home.
Trickling Down His Face A Tear,
Forgetting How It Feels To Fear
Death And All It's Fate And Glory.
Now It's Here, No Need To Worry.
Fallen Soldier All Alone
Fallen Soldier Far From Home
He's One Of Those They'll All Forget;
The Life He Lived, The Goals He Set,
The Ones He Loved, The Ones Who Wait
To See His Nearly Forgotten Face.
Fallen Soldier All Alone
Fallen Soldier Far From Home
Now Breathing's Just A Waste Of Breath
And Living's Just A Waste Of Death
As He Searches For A New Address;
A Brand New Home Free Of Loneliness.
Fallen Soldier All Alone
Fallen Soldier Far From Home
Lying Motionless On The Ground,
The Battle Raging All Around.
For Now He Is Not All Alone.
This Fallen Soldier Is Welcomed Home.
poem by Branden Hidalgo
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Listen? I Don't Think You Could Bear.
There’s a town
Deserted and broken down
Abandoned, not one person stayed around,
But it’s said if you listen, there’s a sound
Of painful stories and tears hitting the ground
Though there’s not a person to be found
Crashing on to the one fertile soil, all forgotten bound
Are stories that will never reach your ears
If they would have, would you have cared?
About the tragic, these unheard voices shared
A descriptive epic of your fears
Closer then you think but further then near
Listen? I don’t think you could bear
Souls stripped of love
It’s no wonder they gave up
And packed up all their stuff
The odor will fill your nose,
A stench of death, lost hopes
Honestly, you’ll never be the same
There’s well enough pain to make go insane
So much angst in one day
You couldn’t have stayed
In this town of facades
Everyone pretending it’s okay
Until the guns rung out
With a shout
Killing this broken town
poem by Tiffani Williams
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Nose
No one cares for the nose
To go nose straight is the tao
If there were no eyes
You could see better with your nose
If there were no nose
you wouldnot distinguish the sweet from the bitter
And there would be no value judgements in the world
And it is the nose that keeps you hot in the cold
And that keeps you cold in Jakodabad
The nose is the vigilant customs officer
That does not allow any drug to your lungs
And the nose cannot be bribed
Oh Nose! the customs officer of the body
And the pivot of value judgement in the world
If that name thou love
Remain with us and teach the noseless world
That it must have a nose in this wartorn world
He who knows the greatness of nose
Surely goes to the realm of rose
In the life to come
Hurrah Let us compose hymns to nose
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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A Poem For Dada Day At The Place April 1, 1958
I
The bartender
Has eyes the color of ripe apricots
Easy to please as a cash register he
Enjoys art and good jokes.
Squish
Goes the painting
Squirt
Goes the poem
He
We
Laugh.
II
It is not easy to remember that other people died
besides Dylan Thomas and Charlie Parker
Died looking for beauty in the world of the
bartender
This person, that person, this person, that person
died looking for beauty
Even the bartender died
III
Dante blew his nose
And his nose came off in his hand
Rimbaud broke his throat
Trying to cough
Dada is not funny
It is a serious assault
On art
Because art
Can be enjoyed by the bartender.
IV
The bartender is not the United States
Or the intellectual
Or the bartender
He is every bastard that does not cry
When he reads this poem.
poem by Jack Spicer
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Easteregg
Easteregg
I am the featherless man
who's reading Newton in the sky
if you'll try you know you can
and in the end you'll fly.
On everyone lies magic
but while we're carrying our load
we're letting in the tragic
that long and winding road.
The wind is whurling trough your hair
some letters covered in disguise
you might have; missed a fairy there
your nose bitten by tiny mice.
You'll never know how
the ships sailed in without a breeze
if amor's never used a bow
away that romance in a sneeze.
The pages turn and reach the end
i hope that ripe enough you've found
you might have -turned into your friend-
fallen into Newton's basket on the ground.
Then faith ye have and you will trust
that you can be that easterthought,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
a life of golden you have wrought.
I am the featherless man
who's reading Newton in the sky
if you'll try you know you can
and in the end you'll fly.
Madrason 10-04-2009
poem by Madrason writer
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Who is She?
Who is this girl?
Behind the mirror looking back at me.
Do I know, could I get to know,
Do I want to know her?
She looks like me.
My eyes, nose, ears, mouth,
But she doesn’t smile and,
My smile spreads for miles.
I know exactly what I want.
She could never know.
I am outgoing and hardly shy.
She wishes she could be like that but,
Is afraid to step out of her comfort zone,
Thinking someone will laugh.
I don’t care what others say.
She tends to care too much.
I am open you can ask me anything.
She is withdrawn, withheld, and hiding something.
I am a locked chest; you can tell me your darkest secrets,
And no one will ever know.
She is the one you can not trust, spilling out everything,
She is a girl without a filter.
I am strong, and won’t let you down.
She is weak and wont rise to a challenge.
I strive forward through life.
While she is standing still.
I ask myself once again,
Who is this person?
I don’t know.
But I can see her mistakes,
Her triumphs and,
Where she has grown as a person.
And then fallen.
I know everything about her,
Still I don’t know her.
She is like an old piece of bread,
Thrown away and forgotten about,
At the end of a long day.
She is everything I don’t want to be.
Hopefully, one day, I won’t be her again.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Fallen Angel
I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I am the angel of sadness,
Angel of lost hopes,
Angel of lost dreams,
I am the fallen angel,
Fear me not,
I am here for reason,
That reason is to have a second chance in life,
That life I was given for a reason,
They took my wings,
They took me apart made me human,
I was the fallen angel,
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given,
This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before,
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,
This fallen angel know what she has to do to be forgiven.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Flask of Time
There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
by your words in flight
rushing to my inner ear;
'I have fallen in love
with another you said.'
My leaf stammered,
swaying in its downward flight
unable to remount the tree,
terrified to crash the ground
suspended forever there
as was also true of your words;
better to not reach my inner ear
better to not have my leaf touch down dead.
Between us all these years
neither war, nor peace;
we existed in the troubled middle ground
purgatoried, unsensed, fluttering, leaf bound
frozen between tree and ground.
Now you have burned our tree down-
lit the leaf and made it flame-
and pulled from under us the very ground.
No matter the dead leaves, the burning tree
no matter the absent ground
these things will
in turn return
for the seasons never-end.
Therefore, I shall take my sip of sorrow
sipped slowly from my Flask of Time
and await
the Spring.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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None are more haughty than a common place person raised to power.
Sing haughty Yacht-y Yea
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dryup
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
car sons caught in capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s'envoyent en l'air
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons' mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon's might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
[©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4,1997 - from the collection: longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
poem by T. Wignesan
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Scarce Had My Mind Received
Scarce had my mind received with wonder
The thought of newly fallen snow -
Seeing the ground lie white -
When the scent of Tachibana flowers
Arose from fallen blossoms.
poem by Sugawara Takesue no Musume
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Fallen dream
I look at you
You look at me
In my life this is my fallen dream
Its fallen girl
Who has a fallen view
Becouse its a fallen dream
Fallen dream, Fallen girl and fallen view
With her beautifull shiny eyes
When she smile she blings happeness
Because she is honesT
So i look at you
You look at me
Its an eye contact
Please dont walke me up
Thise drea to me its liality
Me and her for litanity
poem by Peter K silungwe
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Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--
be glad your nose is on your face!
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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It's tough trying to keep your feet on the ground, your head above the clouds, your nose to the grindstone, your shoulder to the wheel, your finger on the pulse, your eye on the ball and your ear to the ground.
There was an Old Person of Tring,
Who embellished his nose with a ring;
Ha gazed at the moon
Every evening in June,
That ecstatic Old Person in Tring.
quote by by Edward Lear
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A Leaf Has Fallen
A leaf has fallen on the ground,
Beliefs have solutions that astound;
Every tree that believed in its wood
Shall learn pain from the heavenly adulthood.
A leaf has fallen on the ground,
Solutions do stem from what is around;
All the flowers give messages in the air,
Their overly beautiful appearance is anywhere.
A leaf has escaped from the branches of a tree
As the wind blows on the older apples carefully;
Their sweetness is called ripeness,
It is the quality of happiness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (lyrics)
You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I run the risk of losing you
And that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
I can't see much of a future
Unless we find out what's to blame
What a shame
And we won't be together much longer
Unless we realize that we are the same
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
You disturb my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
I'll only end up losing you
And that's worse
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love
In love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
Fallen in love with
Ever fallen in love with someone
You shouldn't've fallen in love with
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Higher Ground
[Originally by Stevie Wonder]
People keep on learnin'
Soldiers keep on warrin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
Powers keep on lyin'
While your people keep on dyin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
I'm so darn glad he let me try it again
Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then
Gonna keep on tryin'
Till I reach my highest ground
Teachers keep on teachin'
Preachers keep on preachin'
World keep on turnin'
Cause it won't be too long
Oh no
Lovers keep on lovin'
Believers keep on believin'
Sleepers just stop sleepin'
Cause it won't be too long
Oh no
I'm so glad that he let me try it again
Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin
I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then
Gonna keep on tryin'
Till I reach my highest ground...Whew!
Till I reach my highest ground
No one's gonna bring me down
Oh no
Till I reach my highest ground
Don't let nobody bring you down (they'll sho 'nuff try)
God is gonna show you higher ground
He's the only friend you have around
[Fade]
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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