He who ploughs with young oxen, makes crooked furrows.
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A Wintry Picture (II)
Now in the woodlands from the creaking boughs
The last sere leaves are loosened and unstrung,
Where once the tender honeysuckle clung,
And the fond mavis fluted to his spouse.
Already dreaming of her winter drowse,
And brooding dimly on her unborn young,
The dormouse rakes the beechmast, and among
The matted roots the moldwarp paws and ploughs.
Over the furrows brown and pastures grey
The melancholy plovers flap and 'plain;
And, along shivering pool and sodden lane,
As lower droop the lids of dying day,
Like to a disembodied soul in pain,
The homeless wind goes wailing all the way.
poem by Alfred Austin
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“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”
Judge not, measure not,
The greatness of a soul;
By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react
Should you feel shame for them
or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
Heart wearing a disguise
Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see
We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born
poem by Ray Lucero
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A Crooked Smile (song)
With your deep brown eyes
and your crooked smile
you swept me away for
quite a while when you smiled
a crooked smile
Then you came and
asked for a chance
but all I said was
How bout a dance
and then you smiled
A crooked smile
(Chorus)
Now your gone
and I'm missing you
and my broken Heart
wont be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Years have passed
and tears have too
but all I know
is I love you
and your smile
your crooked smile
Yesterday when you
got off the plane
you ran to my side
cuz I stood at your gate
and then you smiled
a croooked smile
You pulled me close
and said hello
but I could see
you were being mellow
til you smiled
a crooked smile
(Chorus)
now your here
and I'm loving you
and my broken heart
won't be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Moments passed
and memories made
And I know there ain't a better day
then when you smile
a crooked smile
Oh when you smile
my heart goes wild
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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Crooked
Crooked.
There is nothing straight about it.
There is nothing in the eyes,
Or the face that projects...
An honesty that's been sewned,
For an expected harvest
That reaps up rot instead of respect.
Crooked.
Like snakes with coiled tails.
Thieves bewitched like these,
Should not be speaking to appease...
With such ease.
Crooked are the hoodwinkers' comments.
And what they have done...
Should land everyone of them in jail!
Tastefully displayed...
And yet crooked are the beasts that lead.
Living in shells and crawling to prevail,
Like escargot when 'cooked'...
Are nothing more than scavenger low life snails!
Feeding on and releasing junk,
Are the crooked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slowly the Black Earth Gains
Slowly the black earth gains upon the yellow,
And the caked hill-side is ribbed soft with furrows.
Turn now again, with voice and staff, my ploughman,
Guiding thy oxen.
Lift the great ploughshare, clear the stones and brambles,
Plant it the deeper, with thy foot upon it,
Uprooting all the flowering weeds that bring not
Food to thy children.
Patience is good for man and beast, and labour
Hardens to sorrow and the frost of winter.
Turn then again, in the brave hope of harvest,
Singing to heaven.
poem by George Santayana
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Lay It All On Me
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Come on down crooked man
Step on up broken man
Its okay to cry troubled man
Just ease your worried mind and rest awhile
Do you remember when it started
You had a dream
Now you never talk about it
Your fame & riches were everything
No matter what the cost
Now you wish you hadnt blown it
Well lay it all on me
Lay it all on me
Come on down crooked man
Step on up broken man
Its okay to cry troubled man
Just ease your worried mind and rest awhile
I came to see how you were doing
Its been awhile
Lookin back over your shoulder
You were restless and you were wild
Always running away
Once was young now is older
Lay it all on me, lay it all on me
Come on down crooked man
Step on up broken man
Its okay to cry troubled man
Just ease your worried mind and rest a while
song performed by by Black Crowes
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And the Child Draws a World
the teacher asks the child to draw
The world
& the universe
And the child with his Mongol pencil
put a dot
for a start on his clean white bondpaper
(& as his fingers are clumsy
His hands still shaky)
he makes a stretch of a crooked
line
Stretching
& occupying almost all the space of the paper
To make a
Crooked circle
His world
And for his universe
He draws five little stars
crude
A crescent moon A comet moving In a blank space
A space rocket
Is drawn
On the top page in propulsion
A crooked circle The lines hardly meet At a common point
For a world
A little blank space For the universe
And where is God there?
The teacher asks him
You gave no instruction, sir. The child answered.
But He is there, the Child thinks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem that Stared into My Eyes
You came
Walking across
My sandy furrows
You left...
Ever since
I move about
The scorching desert-day
Like a dehydrated leaf
Suspended on the day sky
You left...
Ever since
I struggle about
The cold desert-night
Like a fledgling
With feather scanty
You left...
Sealing the furrows
From behind
(25May2011)
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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The Ox tamer
IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,
Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of
Oxen:
There they bring him the three-year-olds and the four-year-olds, to
break them;
He will take the wildest steer in the world, and break him and tame
him;
He will go, fearless, without any whip, where the young bullock
chafes up and down the yard;
The bullock's head tosses restless high in the air, with raging eyes;
Yet, see you! how soon his rage subsides--how soon this Tamer tames
him:
See you! on the farms hereabout, a hundred oxen, young and old--and
he is the man who has tamed them;
They all know him--all are affectionate to him;
See you! some are such beautiful animals--so lofty looking! 10
Some are buff color'd--some mottled--one has a white line running
along his back--some are brindled,
Some have wide flaring horns (a good sign)--See you! the bright
hides;
See, the two with stars on their foreheads--See, the round bodies and
broad backs;
See, how straight and square they stand on their legs--See, what
fine, sagacious eyes;
See, how they watch their Tamer--they wish him near them--how they
turn to look after him!
What yearning expression! how uneasy they are when he moves away from
them:
--Now I marvel what it can be he appears to them, (books, politics,
poems depart--all else departs;)
I confess I envy only his fascination--my silent, illiterate friend,
Whom a hundred oxen love, there in his life on farms,
In the northern county far, in the placid, pastoral region.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The path of least resistance makes all rivers, and some men, crooked.
quote by Napolean Hill
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When the light is crooked, the shadow is crooked.
The Beggar's Child
MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
Where they grudge us the light of the day.
Around my neck you will lay
Two tight little arms of brown.
Mavourneen, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town.
And what will we hear on the way?
The stir of wings up and down
In nests where the little birds stay!
Mavourneen, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
Where they grudge us the light of the day.
poem by Padraic Colum
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A leader is born; so is a genius.
Left brain thinks in linear way
It ploughs deep and narrow.
Right brain thinks in non-linear way.
It ploughs wide and shallow.
Either one is to dominate one.
The first scores in curriculum.
The other does in multi-fields.
The first ranks in I.Q.
The other ranks in personality.
A genius is not a born leader.
A leaser is not a genius.
People respect the left brainy
and suspect the right brainy
19.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crooked Around
Crooked, door, core, rock, red, coke, dock, roe, ore, re, doe, cooked;
But crooked around in the name of your muse!
For the moon is now watching your moves in the land of peace and joy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Don’t look too young
With faith, one stays young;
With doubts, one grows old.
With hopes, one stays young;
With despair, one grows old.
Virtues make one stay young;
Fears make one grow old.
Romance makes one stay young;
Wisdom makes one grow old.
However, it is mockery
To have a mind of twenty
In the body of sixty.
01.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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