Death is a black camel which kneels at every man's gate.
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Death is a black camel that lies down at every door. Sooner or later you must ride the camel.
They've Put A Brassiere On A Camel
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
She wasn't dressed proper, you know.
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
So that her humps wouldn't show.
And they're making other respectable plans,
They're even even insisting the pigs should wear pants,
They'll dress up the ducks if we give them the chance
Since they've put a brassiere on a camel.
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
They claim she's more decent that way.
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
The camel had nothing to say.
They squeezed her into it, i'll never know how,
They say that she looks more respectable now,
Lord knows what they've got in mind for the cow,
Since they've put a brassiere on a camel.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Camel
A camel
That walks alone
Across the desert unending
Has no pretentions.
Every camel is so.
A camel
That has a hump large and
A physique strong
Is a marvel to none.
No marvel at all.
A camel
Treads before me at times
Leaving a track to follow and
I carry my small luggage
No caravan is seen.
A camel,
A desert,
A track and
Me.
There is a breeze blowing from somewhere!
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Long Necked Ruminant
Long Necked Ruminant
So you think a camel is just an ugly animal,
a camel has kissable lips and eyes like
Marilyn Monroe; and it gives milk, low fat and
nourishing. But I bet you didn’t know that.
When a four wheel, stops by lack of petrol in
the sand of Sahara, the camel with its padded
cloves trudges along, smells like hell, but
who cares when it can bring you to an oasis.
Sweet dates, cold water and languor under
palm trees, a dream comes true, but do not
forget it was a camel that brought you there.
And have you ever tasted camel cheese?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Camel
i am not ashamed to say
that i have never seen a living camel
(except the pictures
and movies
Lawrence of Arabia)
how i wish to ride on the hump of the camel
touch its hair and lick its tongue
(do you find it dirty? am i weird?)
but despite this ignorance
i must with all honesty admit
i smoke Camel
cigarettes.
I am not horny
I am just being corny
Oh forget me
I am damn crazy!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Better a handful of dry dates and content therewith than to own the Gate of Peacocks and be kicked in the eye by a broody camel.
Better a handful of dried figs and content with that, than to own the gate of peacocks and be kicked in the eye by a broody camel.
Mothers Night
Oh, people killing people
Kings to conquer kings
Always in the seeker
Taking the light
Away from me
Death comes to the seeker
And death comes to the fool
Death comes to us all one day
Let the river of time swim over you
Oh swim over you
Oh time swim over you
Mother fighting mother
Children killing kings and kings and children too
(help! I cant figure this one out!)
Playin a different tune
The music binds them ho
The music binds them all
The music binds them
(another line to figure out)
Stronger than the chain gang
Smarter than the song
Let the music bind them
Each my face inside here?
Teach my light to wear a different?
I have many parents
I have only one mother too
Of the open west you waitin
Sprung me onto you
Sprung me onto you
That sprung me onto you
I have many fathers
But only one mother
Sprung beyond emotion
That sprung me onto you
So I bring a word
So I bring a word here
So lights out away
Death comes to the seeker
Well death come to the fool yes he do
Death comes to us all one day
Sit back and let the river of time run over you
Oh mother make them...
Rhythm is the one I climb as
The heartbeat of the time is beating on us
Speaking of the time is beating on us
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Oh yeah
Oh I was dreaming
Oh....?
Some people locked in cages
With the keys on the inside
With the keys on the inside
Ahhh well awww too bad... (dont know)
King to king oh many colors
Paing the songs that roll to smother everyone
Black as night oh black as night
(dont know...)
If you are in the corner
Locked in the shadow
Dont try to cast your shadow
On the bear upon you (dont know)
Just step out into the light
Yes and let the sun shine bright on you
Just step out into the light
Yes and let the sun shine bright on you
All these changes happen with changes
One day as a good king
One day as a bad king
All the same in time
Be your own king.
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Do not free the camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.
quote by M. Kathleen Casey
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Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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The Tears in Desert
Once upon a time in a desert,
There was a camel and an oasis,
Large terrain, scorpions, rattlesnakes, cruel sun and cactus,
Camel galloped its way through the painful elements,
May be this was less,
Qabilas and Pathans used it,
Bruised it,
Work done; Bye bye,
Beautiful motives to use it,
Tears filled its eyes but sun evaporated them all,
No one cared so on its knees,
Still working its way towards oasis,
But not getting it right,
Do you know who camel was? , or is?
Think twice, take your time,
Hope this time would enough for its journey to oasis...
poem by Vikrant Jog
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The camel driver has his plans and the camel has his.
One camel does not make fun of another camel's hump.
A camel does not tease another camel about his humps.
A camel does not joke about the hump of another camel.
One camel does not make fun of the other camel's hump.
If Ali is the camel-driver, he knows where to rest his camel.