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Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.
quote by Jonathan Swift
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For My Dog Amber Who Died A Year Ago
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
Gonna catch that freesby,
then bring it right back to you.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you feed me steak, ill jump in
the pool.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you let me sleep in your bed,
ill protect you from demons and
ghost.
poem by David Gerardino
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Belly rub
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
Gonna catch that freesby,
then bring it right back to you.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you feed me steak, ill jump in
the pool.
Belly rub,
belly rub,
begs my dog.
if you let me sleep in your bed,
ill protect you from demons and
ghost.
poem by David Gerardino
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Jolly Good Ale and Old
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
poem by William Stevenson
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Back and Side go Bare
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
poem by William Stevenson
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Be angry
It is a pleasure to emit one’s anger.
It is a pleasure to emit one’s bladder.
Both must have a toilet for the outlet.
Else they will burst and spoil and soil.
27.11.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spoilt
People say
You are spoiling me,
My love!
Yes, I’m being spoilt for choice!
You give me wishes,
Words and gestures,
Dreams and feelings,
I’ve never felt before!
Spoil me, my love
Spoil me, more….
Let people keep saying.
Please ignore ;)
Your spoiling ways,
I simply adore :)
Spoil me so much,
None can restore!
I surrender to your
Love’s spoilages…
Romancing in the ruins,
Of your spoils galore…! ! !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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What Hidden Sweetness Is There
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What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!
Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, no
lament high or low will arise from that full lute.
If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because of
the fire every moment a lament will arise from your breast.
Every moment you will burn a thousand veils by that fire; you
will mount a hundred steps with zeal and endeavor.
Become empty of belly, and weep entreatingly like the reed
pipe; become empty of belly, and tell secrets with the reed pen.
If your belly is full at the time of concourse, it will bring Satan
in place of your reason, an idol in place of the Kaaba.
When you keep the fast, good habits gather together before
you like slaves and servants and retinue.
Keep the fast, for that is Solomon’s ring; give not the ring to
the div, destroy not your kingdom.
Even if your kingdom has gone from your head and your army
has fled, your army will rise up, pennants flying above them.
The table arrived from heaven to the tents of the fast, by the
intervention of the prayers of Jesus, son of Mary.
In the fast, be expectant of the table of bounty, for the table of
bounty is better than the broth of cabbages.
Go With It
Where do you have it stated,
That I seek your self importance?
Point it out to me,
Where my dreams, wishes and beliefs...
Depend upon my following your lead.
I hate to burst your bubble but I don't.
Perhaps it is my willingness to listen,
With intent to comprehend.
And that made you feel good about yourself.
I can't imagine treating anyone with disrespect.
And you went ahead and interpreted that as praise?
I hate to burst your bubble but...
Well,
And today I wont.
If I've done something to make you feel good about yourself...
Go with it!
But give yourself more of the credit,
Not me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Few Bad People
A few Bad People
Spoil joy with a gust of violent wind.
They haunt the world with the riddle
And exploit their dark swirling mind.
A few Bad People
Grind active souls with raw power,
Charm the world with unseen cable
And shrinks honesty with awful roar.
A few Bad People
Convert fertile terrain into barren.
Through a frozen wand of cripple
Spoil the remaining few Good men.
poem by Osman Gani
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When I Touch Your Belly
When I touch your belly tears of amazement run down my eyes.
I am so amazed that inside your womb a life lies.
A child that was created all from our love;
God, I can’t believe that in a few weeks you’ll give birth to our miracle of love.
When I touch your belly with my ear;
I can’t believe the heart beat I hear.
It like a little drum beating a message to me;
In the sounds of the beat I swear our child is saying hi daddy.
When I touch your belly I caressing you as well as our child;
I’m caressing you to say thank you for carrying our child.
I could not have chosen a better mother then you.
These are all the things I’m saying when I touch your belly.
The hungry belly and the full belly do not walk the same road.
Vergissmeinnicht
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone
returning over the nightmare ground
we found the place again, and found
the soldier sprawling in the sun.
The frowning barrel of his gun
overshadowing. As we came on
that day, he hit my tank with one
like the entry of a demon.
Look. Here in the gunpit spoil
the dishonoured picture of his girl
who has put: Steffi. Vergissmeinnicht.
in a copybook gothic script.
We see him almost with content,
abased, and seeming to have paid
and mocked at by his own equipment
that's hard and good when he's decayed.
But she would weep to see today
how on his skin the swart flies move;
the dust upon the paper eye
and the burst stomach like a cave.
For here the lover and killer are mingled
who had one body and one heart.
And death who had the soldier singled
has done the lover mortal hurt.
poem by Keith Douglas
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Long Live, Wherever You are!
Long live wherever you are!
Let peace spill out of your whole heart.
Knowledge lightens your children.
Scarcity flees from your home.
They shut the door hard to me, the scared,
and kept you off in places not known.
Classes of our race somehow formed have
taken deep roots to spoil! Spoil! Spoil!
Long live wherever you are!
I have sheltered in the north end far off,
not to come back for things simple happen.
You conveyed though words of comfort
to salve my heart rudely wounded! Wounded! Wounded!
Long live wherever you are!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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One rotten apple can spoil a lot of good ones.
You can't let one bad moment spoil a bunch of good ones.
quote by Dale Earnhardt
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Bitter And Sour
Some of the words can turn you bitter and sour
It may add to your agony and pour
Cause so much pain to your heart
As it is not considered at all a good art
It is easy to malign somebody
Throw a mud and spoil character of anybody
There won’t be any readymade explanation
It is enough to spoil the existing relation
It costs nothing but damage is colossal
You hurl abuse and then silently walk away
So many good people may not offer a word
They may think it bad phase and look forward
Not all can perform such kind of feat
You may find warmth and sweetness when they greet
It is becoming of good and noble soul
You have peace of mind when go out for stroll
But some of good words can do a miracle
It can wipe out your impression of being a jackal
Your action may speak clearly of personality
That you have no double standard and have genuine quality
It gives some sort of satisfaction
Even if it does not render any assistance or favorable action
A person gets fully satisfied with your promise
Even though he has compulsion and no choice
Small words of appreciation can encourage a person
He finds means to live with some solid reasons
He finds aim in life to carry on with purpose
He cares little then for prose and cons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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