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Dr. Donohue
If you can't believe Dr. Donohue
in his syndicated column
when he addresses matters medical,
then 'whom, ' as my mother
would have said, 'can you believe? '
Fair enough, I thought.
And so when recently the doctor told
a reader not to worry
even though her 'stools float, '
I took comfort.
Apparently, she had read
that floating stools are symptomatic
of a strange condition often dangerous.
I hope Dr. Donohue is right
because if not, I've got a problem.
Not all my stools float, but the lunkers do.
And what if on a given day a lunker leaps
like a dolphin capering in a Florida bay
and crashes against my bathroom ceiling?
What do I do then, Doc, duck?
poem by Donal Mahoney
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One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
quote by Francois Rabelais
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While between two stools my tail go to the ground.
Between two stools, you fall to the ground.
Between two stools the breech comes to the ground.
Acts And Arts
A message to the Adonetenhene,
A message to the Nkantahene,
A message to the Nkosohene,
A message to the Akoforehene,
A message to the Atimpimhene,
A message to the Akyempimhene,
To exercise decorum on your stools;
Because the tidal waves of the sea is like,
The messages from your stools!
A message to the Tepahene,
A message to the Omanhene,
Like a woman who is at the threshing floor;
So, try to redeeem the land and this woman too.
I know what i am writing and saying,
Because i am a woman too;
And o spread out your hands ín prayer is what i know,
Like the firstling of a donkey which shall bwe redeeemed with a lamb.
To you i do write oh Rulers of this land,
For Yahweh want it so and so shall it be;
But, there is no one like Yahweh!
Of the secret acts and arts in your traditional areas,
Of the power of your works that we do see as well;
But the first of the moon of the year is Abib,
And it is the moon of green Ears of Barley.
Do your best oh Rulers of this land and,
Let us enjoy the fruits of your Kingdoms;
And to exercise the decorum on your stools matters to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Father's Chair
Parliaments of Henry III., 1265
There are four good legs to my Father's Chair--
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.
I sits on all of 'em fair and square,
And that is reason it don't break down.
I won't trust one leg, nor two, nor three,
To carry my weight when I sets me down.
I wants all four of 'em under me--
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.
I sits on all four and favours none--
Priests, nor People, nor Lords, nor Crown:
And I never tilts in my chair, my son,
And that is the reason it don't break down.
When your time comes to sit in my Chair,
Remember your Father's habits and rules,
Sit on all four legs, fair and square,
And never be tempted by one-legged stools!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
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At his own cost
Perfection sits on a heap of wastage.
Discipline sits on a pack of stresses.
Promptness sits on a sack of neglects.
One thus satisfies others at one’s cost.
20.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oddfellows Local 151
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits to prove a sage to teach
Peewee gathered up his proof
Reached up and scratched his head
Fell down and hit the ground again
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach?
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood
song performed by by R.E.M. from Document
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The Fisherman
He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The one who sits on the ground need not fear a fall.
The Caution From The Man Who Taught Evolution
he says that any creature which does not use a part of its body
soon will lose it.It is the use that makes it exist.
Thus, when a fish gets off the water because it likes to fly,
it becomes a bird in due time,
Thus, when that bird peroccupies itself with swimming
ultimately becomes the sting-ray.
Thus the moss on the stone which wants to roll
with the stone becomes the worms of earth.
Time makes them what they want to become.
Thus the jellyfish that crawls to the ground becomes
another blob. And so on and so forth.
It also happens to us humans.
When we start to be complacent and not use our minds to think,
we become brainless.We shrink into stone where the rivers
pass by us unrespecting of our dignities, where those who
walk upon us, simply consider as us nothing but foot stools.
We may think of the divine. Let us see what happens next.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Strength of Jesus
The strength of Jesus
Ties their hearts;
She sits by the gates of Heaven;
She sits by the weak and the lost;
She sits by her Jesus
Who is the lonely little boy,
And she visits the needy.
The strength of Jesus ties their hearts!
She sits by her because
Jesus shines
within the gates
of the city
Mar 25,2012
poem by TerriJo James
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