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There's no hurry, said the shoemaker, he had gruel with his awl.
I'll dispose of my teeth as I see fit, and after they've gone, I'll get along. I started off living on gruel, and by God, I can always go back to it again.
quote by S.J. Perelman
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There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice, gruel and sago
Till, much to his bliss,
His physician said this -
To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego.
quote by William Kennedy
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There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly subsisted on gruel;
But to make it more nice
He inserted some mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Acting must be scaled down for the screen. A drawing room is a lot smaller than a theatre auditorium.
quote by Arthur Lowe
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I've flown across America, I've scaled fences, I've stood under windows and gone out of my way hundreds of times. I'm a hopeless romantic. There's no hope for me.
quote by Joel Madden
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Inspired by Issa - Prayers
all the lotuses
aides in
my prayers
tanka:
the lotuses have fully
bloomed to
embrace the sky
like my heart after the
dawn prayers
blossomed
inspired by
this day-
even stirring gruel
is a prayer!
-Issa,1814
http: //cat.xula.edu/issa/
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Impinged, bored beetle
Stroking, wind soothed bamboo's heart
High scaled notes love-born
haiku by Indira Renganathan
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Losers Win?
Freedom beyond liberty
A goal not for all to attain
Most loose it from failing
Others by whom to blame
Freedom is only for the willing
Willing to look beyond the rule
They gain no forgiving
For not doing what serves the gruel
Freedom need be hard if to sustain
For the losers always seem to win
The challenger being reason to blame
So losers can feel good again
poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO
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Meanwhile, hard-working Americans are increasingly faced with workplace conditions in which critically important safeguards are watered down, emerging problems are ignored, and enforcement is scaled back.
quote by Tim Bishop
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It Tastes Like NECTAR
To be an unwanted guest
sitting alone in the absence of the host
eating food 'hot and shining like an eye of a cat',
It is not delicious, but considered 'bitter like neem';
If you happen to eat in a house
where you are greeted kindly with respect,
the host also accompanies you to dine,
however they are poor;
Even if they provide cold watery gruel,
prepared with poor quality rice grains,
It tastes like NECTAR,
imbibes with your mind and body.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Cross Eyed Mary
Who would be a poor man, a beggerman, a thief
if he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract but she always plays it clean
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel
and the jack knife barber drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
A poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
A rich man's stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate helps the poor man get along
Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys
would rather make it with a letching gray
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract but she always plays it clean
She dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel
and the jack knife barber drops her off at school
Cross-eyed Mary, Oh Mary.... Oh cross-eyed Mary
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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A Look Of Split Hair
a lock of split hair
rests on the fusion of uranium eyes
scaled for its weight
scolded for its freedom
it'll wind with the smoke
of snake forgotten wisdom
around the trees blast felled down
end up in an atom
no poem can describe
rest silence closed
in the medallion of God
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Bolshie Nurse
He was a man of the union clan
And a Labor secre-tary.
He fell unwell and beneath the spell
Of a little nurse named Mary.
Now, Mary was no little lamb,
And the tenets that he taught her
They turned her head and she voted 'red'
When the mad strike fever caught her.
Then he missed his gruel, and he thought it cruel
That he was so neglected
One winter morn; and, all forlorn,
He rang - and was neglected.
And when she came she said, 'My name
Is henceforth Trotsky Mary.
We've downed thermometers, my friend:
You've won, dear secre-tary!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Shades Of Black And Gray
silence has only one color
it is gray
scaled between the extremes of
black and white
susceptible as you must know
to the shades of
different interpretations
sometimes mine is dusky
the color of scheme and strategy
it is like a dog deprived of food
sitting on the last stair of the house
raising its head
scattering its eyes
figuring out how to steal
the goat's
clavicle....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hands of Life
I wash my hands
in the days
And the years slip
between my fingers
Leaving them clean
except for bits of weeks
Under my nails that
are hard to get out,
hard to forget
Life has left them
hard and cracked
Scared and scaled
mangled and crushed
And so are my hands
poem by Midnights Voice
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