Do not grab your heel until the ant has bitten you.
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The Snake Wisdom
The man seen the snake.
And stepped on it head
The snake didn’t bite his heel
Saying the man didn’t see it
Thus innocent and deserved
forgiveness from daughter of wisdom.
The blind man come same path
Didn’t see, the snake.
And stepped on it tail
The snake bitten his heel
Saying that the man seen it
Stepped on it intentionally
Thus guilty and deserved punishment
from just, fair and wise animal
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Sound Bites
Bitten and spit.
To get a morsel...
Not all of it.
And the folks getting it,
Eat it up!
Not a moment of it wasted,
On providing facts.
Not complete...
For a comprehension to receive it.
Sound bites bitten to scoop the news.
To dropp a little bit to confuse.
Just to extend the taste of what is chewed.
And that's what sound bites bitten done,
Do!
A buffet that's meager,
For a taste to choose.
With a tease that's given.
And a hope what's nibbled makes good news.
Just to extend the taste of what is chewed.
And that's what sound bites bitten done,
Do!
Not a moment of it wasted,
On providing facts.
Not complete...
For a comprehension to receive it.
Bitten and spit.
To get a morsel...
Not all of it.
And the folks getting it,
Eat it up!
And that's what sound bites bitten,
Done...
Do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picking From A Grab Bag
Pick one.
Go ahead and pick one.
Just only pick one...
And pull it from the grab bag.
Pick one.
Why don't you pick one.
Just pick up any one,
And...
Pull it from the grab bag.
Do the children learn their ABC's,
Picking from a grab bag.
Is this the best that it can be,
To...
Pick from a grab bag.
What's learn by,
Picking from a grab bag.
What's earned by,
Picking from a grab bag.
Who teaches,
Picking from a grab bag.
Who preaches,
Picking from a grab bag.
And what lessons are really learned?
Who,
Teaches...
Picking from a grab bag.
Who preaches,
Picking from a grab bag.
What's learn by,
Picking from a grab bag.
What's earned by,
Picking from a grab bag.
And...
What lessons are really learned,
Picking from a grab bag.
Picking from a grab bag.
Picking from a grab bag.
Picking from a grab bag.
Who teaches,
Picking from a grab bag.
Who preaches,
Picking from a grab bag.
And...
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Picking from a grab bag.
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Picking from a grab bag.
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Picking from a grab bag.
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Picking from a grab bag.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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War Heel!
Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss,
Checked at the stile leading into the lane,
Feel for it forward and feather across,
Keen to recover their quarry again.
Horsemen sit silently watching the pack;
Nothing is heard but the clinking of steel,
Then a low whimper-one hound running back-
‘ 'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!'
Life's but a heart-stirring hunt at the best.
Checked by old memories, bid them begone!
Fling to the front with a laugh and a jest,
All that you seek for is for'ard and on !
Never look backward and never repine,
Keep with the pack as they scatter and wheel,
Turn from the years that have trampled the line!
'War' heel, there! 'War' heel!'
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Hi Heel Sneakers
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Alright.
You better pass some boxing gloves
In case this foreman wanna fight.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey get your wig-hat on your head,
Honey, on your head.
Put on your hi, hi heel sneakers, darling,
Honey youre gonna wear your wig-hat on your head.
Yeah
When Im steppin out tonight, baby
I do believe, Im really gonna knock em dead, oh!
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Hi-Heel Sneakers
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Alright.
You better pass some boxing gloves
In case this foreman wanna fight.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey get your wig-hat on your head,
Honey, on your head.
Put on your hi, hi heel sneakers, darling,
Honey you're gonna wear your wig-hat on your head.
Yeah
When I'm steppin' out tonight, baby
I do believe, I'm really gonna knock 'em dead, oh!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Venomous
A two-faced man is more venomous
Than the snake with two fangs.
Bitten by a snake.
One can withdraw the venom.
Bitten by a man,
That's the end.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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Nails At The Crucifixion Hammered Into Jesus' Heel
God pronounced relentless battle between Satan
and the woman's seed between your seed her seed Genesis 3: 15.
in life battle Satan would 'bruise him on the heel.'
nails at the crucifixion hammered into Jesus' heel
Satan bruises his heel
God so ordered it
the salvation of man
could only be brought
by the death of Christ
even the spiritual seed
of our blessed Lord
are often heel bruised
we suffer persecution
temptation from Satan
the promised seed suffers but no destructive blow
'When the fullness of the time came, God sent
forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law' Galatians 4: 4.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Poem
I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other
poem by Linda Pastan
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Salome's Dancing-Lesson
She that begs a little boon
(Heel and toe! Heel and toe!)
Little gets- and nothing, soon.
(No, no, no! No, no, no!)
She that calls for costly things
Priceless finds her offerings-
What's impossible to kings?
(Heel and toe! Heel and toe!)
Kings are shaped as other men.
(Step and turn! Step and turn!)
Ask what none may ask again.
(Will you learn? Will you learn?)
Lovers whine, and kisses pall,
Jewels tarnish, kingdoms fall-
Death's the rarest prize of all!
(Step and turn! Step and turn!)
Veils are woven to be dropped.
(One, two, three! One, two, three!)
Aging eyes are slowest stopped.
(Quietly! Quietly!)
She whose body's young and cool
Has no need of dancing-school-
Scratch a king and find a fool!
(One, two, three! One, two, three!)
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Not So Serious
I say why are you always so serious?
Can not one sometimes have little fun.
Let their be a creation directly from the imagination.
Happiness is all we seek in a world so grey.
I can not let it dull any of my sensations.
So I grab a pen and I'm writing again.
So I grab a book and I'm reading again.
So I grab a controller and I'm playing a game again.
So I grab some headphones and I'm jamming again.
Anything and everything.
Please just let me have my many escapes.
Even if it is a prelude to many mistakes.
It still is my life that I will live my way no matter the day.
Rain or shine.
Work one can not do all the time.
Or it become a monotonous task that eventually drives one insane.
Take a day off.
Honestly you can afford it.
Even you are barely making it.
Even if you are robbing Peter to pay Paul.
In one day it won't change.
Their is time when you should play.
Trust me it will be okay.
It might even help.
Who really knows?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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12 Roses I Need To Say
I grab a rose that is number one
To show you that it is for fun
To have a girl that you can always have fun with
Not only someone to love but a friend also
To hang out and laugh
One is for fun
I grab a rose that is number two
To show you that it is so true
True love that is
True everything and much more
Nothing but true happiness
Two is for true
I grab a rose that is number three
To show you that it is for me
What you did to me
To show me I can smile
To make my heart beat again
Three is for me
I grab a rose that is number four
To show you that it is for more
Everyday the feelings don’t stop
More good things come every time we see each other
Everyday I love you more and more
Four is for more
I grab a rose that is number five
To show you it is for alive
I feel alive again
I do not spend my days being down
I spend them thinking of you
Five is for alive
I grab a rose that is number six
To show you that it is for fix
No matter what happens
We can fix it because our love
Is stronger then anger
Six is for fix
I grab a rose that is number seven
To show you that it is for heaven
You are like an angel from heaven
You make my world feel like heaven
You mean everything to me
Seven is for heaven
I grab a rose that is number eight
To show you that it is for date
The day I first laid eyes on you
The date I will not forget
The day my face smiled
Eight is for date
I grab a rose that is number nine
To show you that it is for shine
You shine in everyway
When you smile my day is happy
When you hold me I am at ease
Nine is for shine
I grab a rose that is number ten
To show you that it is for when
Like I am happy WHEN I hold you
I am happy WHEN I miss you
When I miss you I can’t wait WHEN I see you next
Ten is for when
I grab a rose that is number eleven
To show you that it is for seven
Seven days a week
I will work for it till the future comes
When I can see you every one of these days
Eleven is for seven
I grab a rose that is number twelve
To show you that it is for…you know what?
poem by Paul Celano
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Greediness
A begging bowl is a filling bowl.
On its filling too, it tends to beg.
A grabbing grab is a possessing grab.
On its possessing too, it tends to grab.
Greediness is not the effect of the emptiness.
05.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If tonight
If tonight I could grab
the golden moon from the sky
and if a crown of stars
could radiate about you,
you might have been holy.
If I could put the fiery sun
in your glance and could grab
the scorching lighting
in each tear of you that drops,
could grab stars from the sky
and make a necklace from them,
could hang it around your neck
you might have been a goddess
but now only empty words remain
to give to you as a gift
and the knowledge
that your love goes through all things
and I read God-fearing
in your humanity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fly
Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.
Fine fool for a holiday.
Slow sun in a spanish way
One heart for one week of may, why me? , why me?
Twice given to yesterday
Right for a foray with fate.
Fly me home to heavens gate, fly me, fly me, fly
Twice bitten, twice baked.
Twice led down the same mistake.
Try me on a saturday, try me, try me.
Try me, try me.
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Heel & Toe To The End
Gagarin says, in ecstasy,
he could have
gone on forever
he floated
at and sang
and when he emerged from that
one hundred eight minutes off
the surface of
the earth he was smiling.
Then he returned
to take his place
among the rest of us
from all that division and
subtraction a measure
to and heel
heel and toe he felt
as if he had
been dancing
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Stretch your hands as far as they reach, grab all you can grab.
Hurricane Cindy
What's that piece of ass i see walking over here?
What's that piece of ass to me, who is she standing near?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Hold me close and never let me go
All my life i've wanted you to know
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Put it on the stereo and play
All my life i've wanted you to say
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotions inside me
They go rolling inside me
And when i walk it's a riot
You should see the commotion
A hundred people drowning in oceans inside me
They go rolling inside me
Inside me
Inside me
"that's for cindy crawford.
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Rattled
Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
You can handle this with feelings felt specific.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
You can handle this and quick.
With a healing that mends.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
No need to get annoyed,
From annoyances that sit.
Or let yourself just drift.
With experience dismissed.
Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
Knowing you are well equipped to face and conquer battles.
You can face conflicts,
To unravel what has rattled.
And battle anything,
If you sit tall in that saddle.
Don't think that floating boat,
You sit in needs no one to paddle.
You need to grab those paddles,
And begin to steer that boat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interlopers
Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,
Not ordering,
Lolling abundantly.
This is not reciprocal.
I do not perch on sparrow's branch,
Or slouch in the brown dog's kennel.
Moreover,
Not content with
Patronising the eatery,
Even now
Three sparrows are hopping about this page,
The flea-bitten dog is lolling across this poem.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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