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The Goat And I
Each sunny day upon my way
A goat I pass;
He has a beard of silver grey,
A bell of brass.
And all the while I am in sight
He seems to muse,
And stares at me with all his might
And chews and chews.
Upon the hill so thymy sweet
With joy of Spring,
He hails me with a tiny bleat
Of welcoming.
Though half the globe is drenched with blood
And cities flare,
Contentedly he chews the cud
And does not care.
Oh gentle friend, I know not what
Your age may be,
But of my years I'd give the lot
Yet left to me,
To chew a thistle and not choke,
But bright of eye
Gaze at the old world-weary bloke
Who hobbles by.
Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
About a goat.
poem by Robert William Service
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXVII: Portion
there's man who gets big portion
then eats it without thinking
there's man who chews it slowly
and manage himself with that portion
there's man who wastes his portion
or saves for someone
but there's man who keeps it for himself
and with greedy heart wanting more
there's man who gets small portion
then eats it with pleasure
there's man who chews it slowly
and try to satisfy himself with that portion
there's man who doesn't touch it
so the others can taste it
but there's man who empties it
and without ashamed keep asking more
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Never slap a man who chews tobacco.
quote by Willard Scott
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He who chews two bones at the same time will surely bite his tongue.
If you see the picture when things get exciting, he chews faster. When he really gets shocked, everything stops, including the chewing. So I worked it in for me.
quote by Rod Steiger
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Child chews on duvet
Ciggy smoke from living room
Hysterical voices.
quote by by Oskar Hansen
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Barman
Bar man walks up
Chews
puts something behind the bar
a pen -still- behind his ear
walks back
He bends down
comes up with a bottle
flips it
walks round a corner
poem by Michael Oliver
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Chews You Up, Spits You Out
Album: One-Armed Bandit
Track: 03
Whats a friend supposed to do
When youre down
and you know
theres no love anymore
yes I know
that the truth will not come true?
unless the stars will not shine anymore
yes I know
Whats a friend supposed to do
When youre down
and you know
theres no love anymore
yes I know
that the truth will not come true
unless the stars will not shine anymore
yes I know
It chews you up, it spits you out
and its worse than razerblades in your mouth
it turns you inside out
It chews you up, it spits you out
and its worse than razerblades in your mouth
it turns your world upside down
For my tears and for my glory
For the persons who ignore it
I must warn you to be sure
your love is real
for my tears and for my glory
for the persons who ignore it
I must warn you to be sure
Your love is real
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
song performed by by Zornik
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Detrimental
From the environment,
Does one get those first impressions.
And some of them like a gluing stick.
As a termite chews hidden,
On wood and not brick.
To occupy minds with thoughts hard to rid.
From the enviroment does one get,
An indoctrination of preferred habits.
And some of which never become those to address.
As having the most...
Detrimental and permanent,
Emotional affects.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The world to humans
The child takes the world as a
Sweetmeat in its mouth,
Chews and digest it while it grows
And as old, finds the world as filthy
Lump in its anus.
The world is not dear
To the departing souls.
19.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time Has a 'Thing' About What It Does
Well...
Time has a 'thing' about what it does.
It doesn't stop, look around, wait
Or...regurgitate!
It just chews on,
And eating up...
What we think can be put off,
Until we are ready to take a bite!
It just doesn't care what we do or do not like.
It is going to take what we have,
And some!
Leaving you with preferences and decisions...
That makes little difference to time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet As A Thief
the poet travels from one stanza
to another
he utters the syllables like he chews
a bubble gum and then he puts
air and makes those
films and rainbows in the air
like a thief he is amazed by all these wonders
he takes some and discards some
and slowly he builds his own
bubble on top of another
he sees his face constructed from their own
and he feels this elation
i am from you and you and you
and you cannot deny me too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What is it about possessing things Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become jerks when we do We've all been there-- you want something, to possess it. By possessing something you lose it. You finally win the girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is change her. The little things she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes or the way she chews her gum. Pretty soon what you like, what you changed, what you don't like, blends together like a watercolor in the rain.
quote by Jeff Melvoin
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Tober
'I'm good at being bad', he said
I knew it all too well
For in the time I'd known him
He'd done nothing but rebel
Drugs were his pocket
A knife strapped to his belt
He'd kick your ass for nothing
Then he'd tell you 'Go to hell'
And the ladies?
Oh, they love him
Not because he's debonair
He chews them up and spits them out
Without the smallest care
And in the hours past midnight
Questioning what makes him tick
I'd tell myself I'm like him
But perhaps that makes me sick
poem by Sara Fielder
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The moth hound
Of a coon hound
you have heard
there's plenty around
i have found
a very strange dog
who's nothing, but a moth hound
when ever, you see
he sees a moth near by
the moth trys to flee,
it isn't no match
as my dog goes after the moth,
and makes a wonderful catch
he eats it all the way
and chews and swallows
he looks at me, now he wants to play
Dictators Of Ape Recognized Form
society asks ape we write piecemeal
chews on souls like pieces of paper
torn ripped cow cud spit ball wads
spit out small wads sport indifferent
spit out writer line walker discontent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ode To Pie
Ode to pie
It tastes good
Chocolate is the best
It is sugary.
Ode to the taste
It swirls in my mouth
It is good in my stomach.
It is sweet.
Ode to my mouth
It lets me eat pie
It chews it for me
I am grateful.
Ode to pie
It tastes good
Chocolate is the best
It is sugary.
poem by Michael Issac Palmer
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I Am Proud To Say
the horrors
of life, we were
there to confront
all the horrors
of life,
at first it was
a struggle to be
free
and then it is not
anymore
it has become
a lifestyle
and so we get
used to all
these horrors
and they are not
horrors anymore
they become
facts that we
face everyday
without anymore
the fear
these everyday
every minute
we conquer them
with nothing
but a blank face
this numbness
that chews
what seemingly
is horrible
at first but now
they have become
us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prayer at Dinner
dinner was an examination
with little talk. each dish
a memory, forced together,
holding on to the plate
with butter and sugar
dad sips dark beer from bottles.
mom washes cake down the drain.
brothers smoke pot out of sight.
a dog chews on golf shoes.
a family above the mantle smiles
sitting in the backyard grass
the sun shining from behind them
a different dog, now dead, behaving.
thoughts of 'what should be said,
that hasn't been said (or can't be said) ? '
and always the tapping feet,
running wild under the table
nudging the languid dog,
worried at the time they pass.
Harlem Palimpsest - What Is Seen And Overheard At Six A.M., West 142nd Street, August 1984
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for Wonsook Kim
Palimpsest =
1: writing material (as a parchment or tablet) used one or more times after earlier writing has been erased
2: something having usually diverse layers or aspects apparent beneath the surface
Latin palimpsestus, from Greek palimpsē stos scraped again,
from palin + psē n to rub, scrape; akin to Sanskrit psā ti, babhasti
he chews
'Oye! Garcia Lorca who chews still
Harlem's the better for your shade
once and still there'
Old women
lean out windows
swaying between
backyard buildings
old clothes lines,
gray string
thin
thin
'What's will when
the window slams shut?
Just old cake thrown on the street
Purple flower boxes
woman's hands
folding letters
sweet soap smells
on top steps
wet shoes full of wind
Overheard:
'Just catching a cool breeze is all.
Street don't belong to me...'
'She may be crazy but she's polite.
She puts her hand over her mouth
when she coughs...'
'Don't be flattered a
breeze blows in your window
Run! Run like hell'
Shouts overhead:
Keep offa my clean floor
Lay outta my porcelain sink
Ya hear me? !
That mirror's not gonna change your face
What is read:
'After so very many years, it's pointless to
look back on it.
Give this looking back a rest!
A clear breeze the world over
-what limit could it have? '
- Setcho, zen master & poet
What is written in response:
In ice streaks upward
here's breath for you
even this ink on paper
this flesh on mind
this writing on air
Why try be happy/sad?
don't affect it
disinfect your mind
play possum
Who's somebody's darlin'?
Jus' time and
gism taken on flesh
dead soon enough
so pace yourself
You've run backward too long
Don't want it
as does the
dirty river
reflecting
without
acknowledgment
poem by Warren Falcon
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