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Hear Sound Of Bread Seller
Hear song of approaching bread seller
music theme familiar to sell his wares
music to announce his approach teller
music to advertise his meal time wares
but speed racer is far to mobile to purchase last
on his bike he pauses not free cycling rapidly past
down hill in front of customer houses far too fast
his chance of customer sales daily speeds on past
he is a simple Simon selling not his wares
upon this street all his potential customers
cannot catch his corner soon turned retreat
such a salesman swift young foolish athlete
around the corner customers may gather
as up hill he must energy traverse pass slower
but his sales are constantly customer fewer
other salesmen daily pass downhill slow wiser
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Heinlein never had a best-seller. Even, I think, with Stranger in a Strange Land, I don't think it was actually on the New York Times best seller list.
quote by Jerry Pournelle
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A horse and an ass
A buyer had a seller in a deal.
Each did it as that was the best.
To the buyer it was like a horse
And to the seller it was like an ass.
30.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
quote by John Dryden
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Daily Guide
Daily guide,
A message from a tomato seller;
Daily guide,
A message from a plantain seller;
Nike, like, hike, mike, dike, bike, kike, pike!
And like the muse of sellers at 'Bosoma Market';
But there i met the products that i needed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The flatterer
The one who praises you in front, flatters.
The other who praises you behind, admires.
The one who praises you in front and
Derides you behind is worse than a foe.
And the flatterer is your inferior.
03.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Give Thanks & Praises
Give thanks and praises to the most-i (jah!);
Give thanks and praises so high (so high).
He will not deceive us my brethren;
He will only lead us again (again):
Oh, take that veil from off of your eyes;
Look into the future of realize.
Noah had three sons, ham, shem and japhet (ham, shem and japhet);
And in ham is known to be the prophet.
Glory to jah, the prophet is come (through all these ages);
Glory to jah, the prophet has come (through all these stages).
When my soul was hurtin deep within,
And Im worrying to be free, desperately, yeah.
So guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these ages;
Guide and protect ini, o jah - jah,
Through all these stages.
Rastafari is his name (jah!) -
Rastafari is his name (jah!).
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love I (love I),
If jah didnt love I (love I),
If I didnt love i,
Would I be around today?
Would I be around to say:
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises. /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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On The Second Day
I went through
This busy bazaar
Yesterday;
Here sat a man
With the wares of bangles,
And fake ornaments,
Who chanted with a melodious sound,
Echoing, mingling,
Into the evening gale,
And around him sat some damsels,
With overflowing emotions,
Selecting the ornaments
Trying them on fingers,
And delicate wrists.
There sat an old man:
A fruit-vendor selling oranges,
And claiming them the rarest in the land.
I can recall the beheld smile on his face,
And shine in the eyes.
There beside the electric-pole,
Lay a man with amputated legs,
And each passerby threw a coin or two,
In the begging-bowl,
Place in front, and went on with penitence.
I n the middle
There stood a steak-seller,
Who fanned fire of coals,
And with agility turned over
The spicy steaks,
Forked on the iron-spikes;
A few men gathered around,
Ate them with relish, and I too
Passed by with a drooling mouth.
Beside him stood a toy-seller,
The kids dragged behind the parents,
When they passed by,
With a wish to afford them
Balls and balloons.
In that corner
There sat a fortune teller;
Around him sat the young boys
Spreading their palms,
Anxious to know about their future,
And the palmist described to them,
Stars and crosses, and hair on
The lines of life, heart and mind.
Ah! Today the spot is lamenting,
Just a few hours ago,
Have been gathered,
Human shreds, bones and skulls,
Limbs and legs,
Placed jumbled, indiscriminate,
In the ambulances.
A few remains left behind
Of destroyed vehicles,
Of blackness of soot mingled
Into redness of human blood,
Of explosives: a pungent smell.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Crisis
They say the sun an-a shines for all,
But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all. mm-mm-mm.
They say love is a stream that will find its course;
I mean - some-a people think life is a dream
So they making matters worse.
But no matter what the crisis is;
No matter what the crisis is:
Doin it, doin it, doin your thing!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Givin it, givin it, givin it, givin it!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
So - so - so much have been said, so little (been done) been done
They still killin - killin the people
And they - and they havin (havin their fun) - havin-a - havin-a lots of fun -
Killin the people, oo-yoo! - (havin fun) havin their fun!
They just want to be the leader
In the ouse of the risin sun.
But no matter what the crisis is;
Oh, no, oh, no no - no what the crisis is:
Do your - live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
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/instrumental break/
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They say the sun-un-un-un shines for all,
But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all!
They say love is a stream,
That will find its course, and every river runs to sea;
Some people still think life is a dream,
So they - so they makin - makin it worse.
No matter what the crisis is;
No matter what the crisis is:
Do it: live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
His mercies endureth for ever, yeah!
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Oh, children, come on, and give jah -
(give jah all the thanks and praises!)
Children, come on, and give jah -
(give jah all the thanks and praises!) /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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He who praises everybody, praises nobody.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Give Praises For This Day You Witness
Give praises for this day you witness,
In gratitude for those blessings...
That have come to you.
Why hesitate to await permission?
Why do that,
After all you've been through.
Yesterday with delays and impatience...
Has gone and should be erased.
No need to redo or relive a past,
For you that has dues paid at last.
Give praises for this day you witness,
In gratitude for those blessings...
That have come to you.
Who more than you deserves these gifts?
To do as you choose...
As God wishes you to do.
With faith and hope and sacrifice,
You have succeeded to achieve a peace.
It is yours to keep,
And know this is true!
Be thankful.
Give praises.
Know that God loves you!
Do not feel guilt or a selfishness.
This God for you has done.
He has chosen you to bless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Change Of Scene Is But A Moment's Respite
In the sunbathed expanse of the sky
Birds were on the wing
Now lost in the quaint net
Of limetless space
In sky-lakes, azure blue,
They can't be seen.
Clouds kiss the hillock's lips
Then dance in ecstasy
Move around from valley to valley
Suddenly slipping from steep precipices
A comely face like a silken handkerchief
Gets soaked somewhere
In the rain of tears.
My dreams take a plunge
From the open window
And land
In the hands of the kids playing
In the eyes of the balloon seller
In the heart of the Gypsy girl
Hawking her wares - earthen toys.
The wind blows them away in a moment.
A change of scene is but a moment's respite
To look long and longingly
With a deep gaze of adoration
Is a palpable loss.
Whole life spans are spent
In slow motion.
Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir,1980.
Translated from the original Urdu into English by Satyapal Anand.
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poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Sonnet: Praise
Oh, praise me not in a limitless way;
O’er-praise puts mind in enshackled a sway,
Distorting its performance thereafter;
An o’er-enthused mind can’t function better.
The hard-earned, older virtues won o’er years,
In moments of flimsy praises by dears,
Feels weaken’d from its adverse/ill-effects;
Praises any human mind sure infects!
Praise me deservingly and nothing more;
Never praises in excessive measures pour;
It could inebriate my feeble mind,
Unless measured and properly refined.
’Tis better not to be praised if worthy,
Than be o’er-praised, ecstatic and guilty.
poem by John Celes
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I am a seller, Arent you?
I am a seller
A seller of different kind
I sell my dreams
in lieu of better dreams
sometimes to 'time'
sometimes to 'fate'
And sometimes to 'reality'
I am a dream seller
Aren't you?
I am architect
an architect of different kind
I build my dreams
block by block
only to dismantle
sometimes because of 'time'
sometimes because of 'fate'
And sometimes because of 'reality'
I am arcitect
an architect of different kind
Aren't you?
I am a buyer
A buyer of different kind
I bargain for dreams
sometimes with 'time'
sometimes with 'fate'
And sometimes with 'reality'
I am buyer
A buyer of different kind
Aren't you?
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will sell
I concieve dreams
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will dismnatle
I build my dreams
Inspite of knowing
ultimately i will fail in bargainig
I bargain for my dreams
because
its better
to sell, dismantle or bargain for
my dreams
than end up
selling, dismaaintling or bargaining for
my soul
poem by Anjesh shekhar
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So Many Like You
You tell everyone of your greatness of how wonderful you think you are
And they wink behind your back when you tell them of your recent big buy your brand new car
They look on you as rather boastful since your own praises you only sing
In self esteem you are not lacking and that in itself is a good thing,
Those you tell your success stories to their own success stories only like to tell
They are not sincere in their praises when they tell you that you have done well
You do not understand that many others are like you their own success stories they like to relate
And though out of politeness they say you have done well
they do not really think you are great
Many like to tell of their own successes and of the successes of others would rather not hear
For many into self promotion or at least that's how it does appear
So many like you have big egos and for to promote themselves are not shy
And why they sing their own praises to others is not hard to understand why
Since we live in the age of the aspirational so many to greatness aspire
And only those who are seen to be successful are people that others admire.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The seller has one eye, the buyer, one hundred.
For the buyer a hundred eyes are too few, for the seller one is enough.
A best-seller was a book which somehow sold well because it was selling well.
quote by Daniel J. Boorstin
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The buyer needs a hundred eyes; the seller but one.