An unpleasant guest is as welcome as salt to a sore eye.
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unpleasant topics
unpleasant decisions
unpleasant fallout
deal with it
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isolate problems
promote solutions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pain and Sore
What is pain
What is Sore
Let me define the too
They mean when a soul is dead
When there is nothing left
But emptiness
Where is pain
Where is sore
For me pain is everywhere
But for the sore
Thats only in my eyes
Where I cry all the time
How is pain
How is sore
Pain slowly kills a body
Sore is worse then words can explain
Who is pain
And who is sore
Pain is the enemies-thy sisters
As for the sore that would be my heart
When is pain
And when is sore
Pain is when you call
And sore is seeing everyone cry
All these are symbolizing one thing
That thing is whats inside
What hurts and is unbarriable
So thats what, where, how, who, when
Pain and Sore are
poem by Renee Ortiz
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A Most Unpleasant Man
Well, I'll rise above, once I forget,
What it was like then before we met,
I had no dreams,
There was no plan,
You see it's just that I am,
A most unpleasant man,
And now it all has come to pass,
I guess I knew it couldn't last,
And now I'm back to where I began,
And once again I've become,
A most unpleasant man,
Where would I go if you weren't here?
I'll try to find you everywhere,
Remeber me, not as I am,
But how I was as your truest friend,
Remeber me, not as I am,
How did I ever become,
A most unpleasant man?
I'll see you later baby...
song performed by by Eels
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Unpleasant
Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.
Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear not a jest. If one throws salt at you, you will not be harmed unless you have sore places.
The Fly
The Fly lurks around putrid matter
and delights in savouring human waste.
The dis-tasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table when we feast.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (19 February 2007)
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Tast malt
Salt is
more in food
Asalt the food...
Salt is
Low in food
Tung out...!
Salt is salt
Tasty malt...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I ended up living at OJ's because Nicole bought a home that no longer had a guest house. OJ offered his guest house to me. Anybody in LA looking for a place knows the best places to live are guest houses.
quote by Kato Kaelin
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A Cold Day
I am from another tribe and country,
But you are welcome to my home my sweet one;
For i do hear the sounds of the guns and,
I don't know what it means.
Down came the storm without a clue,
And of your life in the cold without help;
For the salt of the sea has frozen your breasts.
This is like a welcome guest,
And of the tears of salt from your eyes;
But this day is very cold and,
I am her to care for you.
A cold day and of the muse of your love,
Why waste the food on the table?
For the children played and made merry,
And like the old love tune for my fair lady.
Fair and sweet,
A cold day is all that it takes today and to save you;
And of the young girl who is mused beside the well,
But you've deeply buried your eyes on this issue.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Guest Is 'Trouble
There is a guest and a host
child and servant,
eternity and vanity,
The guest is trouble.
In sickness, health is the host
he gives way to sickness
that the power of truth is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In pain, comfort is the host
who concedes the pain
that the vanity of darkness is depicted
the guest is 'trouble'
In death, life is the host
who gives way to death
that the power of resurrection is shown
the guest is 'trouble'
Life is eternal, death is a moment.
health is a fruit, sickness is a leaf
that falls from a tree of life.
They soon wither and waste away.
Be strong, it's not too long
the guest will leave.
and the host will have it all
The guest is 'trouble'
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Ode to Salt
This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a
broken
v oice,
a mournful
song.
In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste finitude.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Sight For Sore Eyes
Goin downtown, goin down, goin down
neath the city, eatin ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
Thats when I knew she was a
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
Playin no fair, sleepin under stairs
Downtowns a pity, takin fair square
Under where its pretty gritty
I turned the screw, she held the knife
Oh, holy jesus, shes a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
Shes a nitty grutty
Turnin in style, walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Under where its pretty gritty
Hey, dont you know people
Shes a love lust hussy
She left, oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
But she was sittin pretty
A sight for sore eyes
She was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even at the start it was delight or demise
I feel like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Salt
Early this morning
his mother asked his father
for some money
to buy salt.
But,
his father refused
and hit his mother
who did so much talking.
The boy
went out the house
and headed
to the market.
There,
he begged the salt vendors
for a little salt
but the vendors only told him,
'go home boy, and get some money! '
Now the boy
is running
with a bag of salt in his arms
and the people are screaming
THIEF! THIEF! THIEF!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Sight For Sore Eyes
When the storms of the day have all blown away along with fair weather friends
Theres a place I can go where the wind doesnt blow
Its the best place Ive ever been
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When the chips are all down and theres no one around
To count on like I count on you
I just picture your face and let it erase
All the pain Im goin through
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When I get lost and I cant find my way
And theres nowhere to turn at the end of the day
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Sight For Sore Eyes
When the storms of the day have all blown away along with fair weather friends
Theres a place I can go where the wind doesnt blow
Its the best place Ive ever been
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When the chips are all down and theres no one around
To count on like I count on you
I just picture your face and let it erase
All the pain Im goin through
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
When I get lost and I cant find my way
And theres nowhere to turn at the end of the day
Youre a sight for sore eyes
When I need a friend
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
Youre a sight for sore eyes
Let the healing begin
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Jerry the Slug
Hello Jerry
So verry Merry
I poor salt on your face
Whats that? Your screaming?
You cant run, I nailed your eyes to the floor
Flee my little mollusk
Here comes the salt!
The evil evil evil evil salt!
It will burn your impurites and slugness
Like you LOVES IT!
just like your mom
poem by Allyah Cullen
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But also, the guest workers program, it's quite often misused, meaning people could come in as part of a guest workers program and after two weeks in the fields, they'd run off to do every other kind of job that isn't covered by a guest workers program.
quote by Dana Rohrabacher
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Treat your guest as a guest for two days; on the third day, give him a hoe.
Treat your guest as a guest for two days -- then on the third day give him a hoe.
Guest
Guest came and returned back
I am unlucky not able to know
And slept.
Guest came and returned back
I lost all the beauty and richness
That I have kept.
Guest came and returned back.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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