A threatened man lives long, if he can get bread.
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Bread and games
They told me I should sing
But I didn't know what to sing
So I asked
What do you want me to sing
Sing bread and games
Bread and games and sing a long
And so I sang
And BANG
The pianist was shot
He had too long a finger
He had too short a thumb
And he was dumb
The said and you sing
Sing bread and games
Bread and games and sing a lot
And so I sang
And BANG
The trumpeter was shot
He had too round a face
He had too long a chin
For a musician a terrible sin
And you sing
Sing bread and games
Bread and games and sing a lot
And so I sang
And BANG
Sorry we had no choice
You've got such a terrible voice
2010.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Travelled
Travelled the world a million ways,
Catching upon a familiar gaze
Everyone lives by do or die,
there's noone with time to laugh or cry
There's noone to tell us what we're living for.......
And though I try to be a good man,
I just know that I'll be losing very soon
And there are times and there are motions,
when I do believe I'm going out
of tune....oh..
I've been around a long,long while,
looking for sun to make me smile
Still multiplty the daily bread,
their thinking of lives for times ahead
It must be a mighty funny way to feel......
And though I try to be a good man,
I keep finding there's no where to begin
And so I think I'll go on singing,
and in time I hope that we can all join
in....oh..oh,oh,oh
Do,do,do,do,do,do
Do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do
Do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do
hmmm
La,la,la,la,la...
song performed by by Supertramp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Long For Lives I Never Had
I LONG FOR LIVES I NEVER HAD
I long for lives I never had
For women I never knew
For the joy of being with them
And for the dream of our intimacy-
I long for lives I never had
And never will have-
And as I approach the end
I long too for my own life
that soon will cease to exist.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Sexy Ginger Bread Man
On his body is a ginger bread thong
To soften you up he sings a sweet sugar song
If you hit on him he’ll play along
He’s the sexy ginger bread man
He’ll seduce you with candy wine
One a scale from 1-10 he is a 9
Girls look at him and say, “He’s so fine”
He’s the sexy ginger bread man
On his face are peanut butter eyes
He has powdered sugar on his manly thighs
He will reel you in with his seductive lies
He’s the sexy ginger bread man
On this neck is a chain of candy
Around the house he can be handy
If you add frosting he can be pretty randy
He’s the sexy ginger bread man
Out of the batch he is the pick
He has a giant ginger bread stick
It has rainbow sprinkles on it
He’s the sexy ginger bread man
You bite the chain and swallow the thong
Eat the stick which is very long
You gobble him up till he’s all gone
NO MORE sexy ginger bread man
poem by Paul Celano
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Bread Hair
Im a wigged-out daddy with bread on top
I dig an easy-bake granny with a whiskey mop
If you love me, you neednt the whole wheat crop
cause they had a useless battle andll never stop
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Im a pumpernickel-do for you, dough you do
Use a yarmulka of hallah bread if youre a jew
I belong to cayope*, I be the wheat for you
Yeast and flour, bake an hour, its annoying shampoo
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Drivin all my hope away
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Bread hair, oh boy, oh boy
Youre drivin all my hope away
Thats a gone rug, buddy
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Bread is wiser
Butter is richer than bread
But can’t replace bread.
But butter is better with bread
For which is not sad the bread.
Wives are not wiser than bread.
05.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feathers on head
The one who sings on God does so for one’s bread.
The one who spells gospel does so for one’s bread.
The one who serves God does so for one’s bread.
You give them bread and keep them on your head.
16.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Threatened By Ambiguity
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
Uncertain are many,
Who believe their traditions...
Maintain a cemented fix to truths.
Uncertain they are,
How far a kept stubbornness...
Will keep facts off their tracks,
As a return to plastic satisfactions...
Seem never again to revisit to relive intact.
Those not on the side,
Of correcting blight...
Find their way of life,
Threatened by ambiguity.
With a weakening of pretentions.
And there is nothing on the horizon,
That validates a relief...
From fears that have increased.
As those foundations symbolized all their lives...
Begin falling to pieces as beliefs in them decrease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0005 The Poetry Reading
You’re two-thirds the way through.
The corners of their mouths are turning down.
Their eyes are filming over.
Their shoulders are stiffening.
They’re in defensive-polite posture.
They feel threatened by poetry.
But isn’t this just what they should be?
Their little worlds, threatened by the greater world out there?
Didn’t you have to go through this yourself?
For their sake, those who follow, wish to follow?
Isn’t this the proof that
Poetry Matters? ..
Sure – on paper – but not, please,
so visibly, and not right now…
the carer in you winces;
the poet, calls the self to duty;
the teacher in you, piercing of eye and human perception,
marks them off, one by one –
the officers of the poetry society,
impassively attentive, have
the easiest job – they don’t have to
like your poems – just approve,
clear up after, lock the hall…
and some look just simply hungry;
traffic bad in getting here
so get home first, then eat;
some find it just too long;
a little poetry goes a long way for them;
some are here because they think
you’ll notice if they aren’t…
some have just combined you
with a shopping trip to town; culture
a kinda penance for the overspend..
yup, time to flip over the pages
to the funnies, and the family ones;
turn up the volume of your voice, speed up a little
as if you too, are glad it’s ending soon;
with a bit of luck, you’ll get them
smiling at each other at each poem’s end, towards the end..
The applause is warm with virtue and relief.
but at least you threatened them a while -
if not with boredom, perhaps with poetry.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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First of all it has never been the case that I have threatened people with expulsion or that I've threatened to throw people out of the Parliamentary Labour Party.
quote by Ron Davies
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He's a good tough producer, yes. But I don't think that he's unreasonable unless he feels threatened. And when somebody's in your home, I think everybody in the home gets threatened.
quote by Liza Minnelli
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A Picture Of Greed
on one hand
he carries a
big loaf of bread
on the other
he carries a
basket
of the same
loaf of bread
on his head
is another
basket of
the same loaf
of bread
a little child
spreads his
hands for
a loaf of bread
then he speeds
his way
as he bites
a loaf of
bread in
his mouth
the little child
follows him
and there he
is closing the
door of his
house all
made of bread
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bread & Roses
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - rocky mountain high albums.
As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
Bread and roses, bread and roses
As we go marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are womens children
And we mother them again
Our lives shall not be sweetened
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread, but give us roses
As we go marching, marching
We bring the greater days
For the rising of the women
Means the rising of the race
No more the drudge and idler
Ten that toil where one reposes
But the sharing of lifes glories
Bread and roses, bread and roses
Words by james oppenheim (1912), music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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System of Deceit and Secrecy
So above the law are thieves.
They've devised their own system,
Of deceit and secrecy.
And denounce they do,
Those who speak truth.
With a certainty to ruin their lives.
And crooks have others believe...
They should feel threatened,
By 'these' enemies out to destroy...
Their comforts and accustomed ease.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lord let it be so inspired by the Holy Bible
Lord let it be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
if Despair be our Our daily bread
No Lord let not be so
Examine me my Lord
And know my mind
Keep me on good ways to go
And Lord let it be so
Set me free from distress
Make me good and strong
For sinful gains i must long
No Lord let not be so
Lord listen to my call of help
And be always at my side
Be with me when i need you
And Lord let it be so
O'Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily bread
Lord let not be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily
Lord let not be so
And let it be so
Set me free from distress
Make me good and strong
For sinful gains i must long
No Lord let not be so
Lord listen to my call of help
And be always at my side
Be with me when i need you
And let it be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily bread
Let not be so
poem by Rehanayakoob Yakoob
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Steps Must Be Cautiously Placed
When valued pretensions,
Are threatened to be taken away...
What is there left?
For those of this consciousness,
To then for them to seriously celebrate?
Steps must be cautiously placed,
To shake away from false displays.
Or no rest or peace will come to those,
Found faking their lives detached.
And on paths unknown to stray.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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