A person cannot be judged by his appearance in the same token as the sea cannot be measured with a bucket.
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Bucket T
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Found her in a barn in tennessee
I paid five bucks for my bucket t
Took me three years of sweat and blood
To clean off all that tennessee mud
Chorus:
My bucket t (bucket t)
Bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
T t t... bucket bucket bucket...
Cruise down the street in front of school
I wanna rev it up but I gotta be cool
Drivin down the road Ill get my kicks
Apoppin the clutch and aslippin the sticks
[chorus]
I was right, too, shes first in her class
Theres nothing on the freeway she dont pass
All the girls want to take a ride with me
But theres only one seat in my bucket t
[chorus]
song performed by by Who
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Bucket Kicker
What rhymes with bucket?
'That depends.
Is the bucket empty?
And
Is there anyone kicking it? '
Let's say the bucket is full.
And it is being carried?
'In a Porshe?
Or a Mercedes? '
You know
Sometimes I wonder why,
I bother to ask you anything!
'Oh
So 'you're' the kicker?
That should be obvious.'
Why is it obvious now?
'Well,
If a bucket is struck by a kicker out of luck
And that bucket is not picked up,
That bucket struck aint worth
What's being dumped into it from an outhouse.'
What's an outhouse have to do with it?
'That's for you to figure out
That bucket I'm going to carry
Is going to be in the trunk of my limousine.'
Thank you.
But that doesn't rhyme with bucket
'My plucked duckets
In the trunk of a limo
Sitting filled to the brim
In my golden bucket
And your hands aint around
Or near enough to touch it
Uh, I don't know about you
But that sounds very poetic to me
And you can fuss and cuss,
While kicking your bucket all you want
Thank you for your inspiration.'
No problem.
I just know from now on
Not to ask you anything
'I'm cool with that
Bucket kicker.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
quote by Jesus Christ
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A minnow, trench and a widow
I found a guppy struggles to swim in that lack of water ditch
And I borrowed a bucket of water from the near by watering widow.
Then I poured the whole into the ditch.
Oh! The minnow swims happily I watched
And I too felt happy after a long time.
I returned the bucket and said; 'Thank you very much Madam.'
I sniffed and measured her roomy smile
Really it's deeper than the trench.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Where you're not known, you're judged by your appearance.
People can no more be judged by their looks than the sea can be measured in bushels.
It seems to me that in the western world, culture has something to do with appearance. A person that's out creating good stuff has got to appreciate someone when they take the time to have an appearance that goes with what they're doing.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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What Is Beauty
what is beauty?
beauty to most is the appearance of others and thats what they judged on,
but to the people who step back from the world beauty is much more then that,
beauty is personality and the way u cary yourself,
beauty is looking in the the eyes of a lover,
beauty is a new day shining on the harisen,
the ability to start over and change your mind,
its telling the truth when its easier to lie,
beauty is a new babe in the arms of a loving mother,
beauty is a person with a heart who can love unconditionally and rise above the insults of closed minded men and women out there that think sex and appearance is all that maders in life,
beauty is letting your tiers show to everyone and not feel that your weak,
its standing up and letting the world know your there and your not going to back down no mader what it throws at u,
beauty is knowing that a heart of ice or stone it’s still a heart but is not been worked on enough to see what’s under the surfes
poem by Gabby Lewis
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Your first appearance, he said to me, is the gauge by which you will be measured; try to manage that you may go beyond yourself in after times, but beware of ever doing less.
quote by Jean Jacques Rousseau
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Your first appearance, he said to me, is the gauge by which you will be measured try to manage that you may go beyond yourself in after times, but beware of ever doing less.
quote by Jean Jacques Rousseau
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Judged (I Believe)
Originally posted in 2008, however some issues occured and all my poetry was deleted, however I had a copy of it stored and am reposting it now
Do me wrong, and ill do you right
Punch me in the face, and ill still be alright
Do me wrong and say what you will
Cos I know and I believe
That These folks will be judged someday
I believe you'll be judged one day
Stab my back, and ill scratch yours right
Screw me over and Ill still be alright
Screw me over, stab my back
Cos I know and I believe
That everyone is judged someday
I believe you'll be judged one day
Don't Believe in God, cos I like his teachin'
Don't worship the son, cos I hate their preachin'
But I believe I'll be judged someday
I believe I'll be judged someday
poem by Electric Tripp
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As individuals, we will be judged in our lives by the totality of our actions. Not one thing will stand out. And I think that's how we get judged by our colleagues and that's how we get judged by the good lord.
quote by Rahm Emanuel
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One Bucket Of Water
One bucket of water
Razed the city to ashes.
One bucket of water
Could not quench the fire
Blazing from the town's
Central pump.
One bucket of water
A man held, jumped the
Queue to the pump.
One bucket of water
At the pump, about to
Collect water, resisted.
They stared each other
In the eye. Their tribal
Marks were different.
They threw caution to
The winds. Including
All buckets on the line.
Everyone queued behind
Their tribal marks. And
The city burnt through its
Length and breath. Death
Sprung out of life. And life
Spilled out of the bucket.
poem by Adeoye Adetoba
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Darkness
The visage one sees
And wears forever
Changes appearance
In the absence of light
The person that one is,
by day is never…
The person that one is…
by night
poem by David Whalen
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Love's A Token (not Be Broken)
love's a token (not be broken)
when love come(s) around
true to calf my lover's ground
and tame me towards a love-a-dub
as if it were a lullaby
mara why?
and then!
love's a token
a promise not to be broken
my heart is like a token
my love is like a mountain
ever flowing like a fountain
you dearly caught be trapped with arms so open
for love's a token (not be broken)
thinking!
how often than not had i been caught
by someone as beautiful, pure and royal empress
her that were so genuinely carved
with respect and honor she deserves
to be treated to her desires
quick glance at her curves!
somebody once told me
that when love comes around
a token not to be broken it is
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Success | Wisdom Prose
Success should not be measured
by how much political or corporate influence you wield,
by how much money you earn,
by the material goods you possess,
or by how popular you are.
Success should be measured
by the level of positive influence you have over others for good,
by the levels of contentment and peacefulness you enjoy—
regardless of circumstances,
by the level of simplicity in your lifestyle,
and by whether or not you are a person of high moral character.
poem by Anna Maria
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The Possibilities of Ice
One day at school
I decided to put a pool
Of ice water over Mrs. Stuart's desk
When she sat down in the chair
The bucket turned in the air
And boy I swear what a mess
She stood up to shout
The person responsible will be out
Of school for a couple of days
It was funny to see
The stunned looks of glee
But not as funny as that teacher's face
Although I got out
Because of that teacher's shout
Mr. Owen said to me
Nice work young one
But the trouble's only begun
Because when you come back there'll be
Mrs. Stuart with a bucket of ice
And a room full of unsanitary mice
So Mrs. Stuart
I'm as sorry as I could possibly be
But you should have sen the look on your face
The day that you yelled at me.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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The Odd One Out
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
Bittersweet is the taste,
Of being determined to succeed...
Against opposition,
Standing on the sidelines...
And betting one this different will bleed.
Bittersweet is the one that experiences,
Observing other fall to their knees...
With qualifications that guarantees,
Them success.
But no happiness from them is expressed.
Bittersweet is the life lived,
By that one depicted to be...
The odd one out.
The one picked as a child,
To be the one most unusual.
'He is so unlike the others.'
~Yeah.
Despite his appearance,
He is determined, motivated and devoted.~
'What does his appearance have to do with anything? '
~You must be from out of town?
That's how people who live here are judged.~
'Maybe with that already known,
That's why he has chosen to live here.
And has succeeded inspite of attemtps to stop him.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To live in others
Bravery is measured in one’s adversity
And not in one’s victory; as such he’s brave.
Toughness is measured in one’s tolerance
And not in one’s conquest; as such he’s tough.
Kindness is measured in one’s empathy
And not in one’s sympathy; as such he’s kind.
He makes people more honest than they are,
More sincere than they used to be
And more committed than they are.
He illuminates around but not himself.
Be as he to lead the people given.
26.04.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
by Dayton Voorhees from Princeton Tiger (1902)
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