If you can't get it in bushels, take it in spoonfuls.
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If God give not bushelfuls, he gives spoonfuls.
People can no more be judged by their looks than the sea can be measured in bushels.
To recognize a real friend, you have to together have eaten three bushels of salt.
This Whole Life
Inside my life thoughts are good,
Ogres sell their souls to the commonfolk.
Yesterday we saw a substance so special,
This was special for the dozens in slaughter.
Yes, our laws were acceptable and we frame a result
For the common good of people.
Let ages pass and more laws come,
Too excellent is the product of our lives.
Our children left us in concise heaps,
Spoonfuls were fed to us in the dozens.
Inside this whole life is a feeling of luck,
One person objects, but everybody loves.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Making Our Own Space
this morning i wake up late
i see misplaced things
lots of it, like dirty clothes
on the floor
unwashed dishes on the sink
blankets unfolded
pillow cases removed from
their pillows
unzipped pants
missing underwear
tumbled glass
spilled milk on the table
dogs waiting to be bathed and feed
i stand up to get my empty plate
take three spoonfuls of steam rice
and two pieces of fish
a cup of coffee and i go out of the house
sit on a bench under a tree
sunshine above me and air breezing on my chest
i eat alone
and something's good is growing inside me
i love it this way
my own space of peace
amidst disorder
my capacity to choose
what i do
despite the negligence of
others around me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jingle Bell Rock
Album: A Very Special Christmas, Vol. 2
Bells on bobtails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighin' song tonight
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go ridin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in the jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell, rock
Spoken: Come on
--- Instrumental ---
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun.
Spoken: Play it again
--- Instrumental ---
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go ridin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in the jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell, rock
(Spoken)
(Hey, that was great.)
(Can we do it one more time, guys?)
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time it's a swell time
To go ridin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in the jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell, rock
What a bright time,
It's the right time
Bring it along now
Come on, now
Jingle bell time
It's a swell time...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Muscular and Thick
I don't see how you can eat that meat.
Ripe and dripping moisture licked.
And oozing a rich nectar...
To satisfy your inviting tongue.
Orchards exploding with muscular and thick,
Apples of Macintosh.
Tempting one to pick.
When that season comes around again...
And bushels of them,
Become so hard to lift...
In woven baskets carried.
Muscular and thick these apples,
Held by such strong limbs.
What's the matter, baby?
Why is your mouth opened like that?
'It didn't dawn on me you were writing about apples.
I forget sometimes how you like to interpret things.
You make my eating this apple so...'
Interesting?
'Yes.
That's exactly the word I was looking for! '
You're sweating like it's the 'dog' days of August!
Are you feeling okay?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O Myriad Stars Hanging In Heavens!
O..myriad stars hanging in heavens !
I shed tears for you!
At nights you give out your all
to sprinkle your meagre lights
and faintly speak in lonely hours!
What use is of your spoonfuls of light
scarce even to illumine your homes?
At inconceivable distances
in infinite numbers
you bloom in mind-boggling sizes
to shower your grandeur!
In such an absolute mess
how to relish your beauty I puzzle!
Each one majestic and mighty more
than our smallest 'sun'!
Yet you fail to walk its steps
of quelling the darkness-
to shatter our fears-
What if you too learn the art of the 'sky king'
that enlivens the hues?
You are contemptuously swept away
in the morning lights' rollicking floods!
Come relaively near
to caress our earth!
Of what use your passionate looks
and love chants at distances
even minds fail to make?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Grain Tribute
There came an officer knocking by night at my door
In a loud voice demanding grain-tribute.
My house-servants dared not wait till the morning,
But brought candles and set them on the barn-floor.
Passed through the sieve, clean-washed as pearls,
A whole cart-load, thirty bushels of grain.
But still they cry that it is not paid in full:
With whips and curses they goad my servants and boys.
Once, in error, I entered public life;
I am inwardly ashamed that my talents were not sufficient.
In succession I occupied four official posts;
For doing nothing—ten years’ salary!
Often have I heard that saying of ancient men
That “good and ill follow in an endless chain.”
And to-day it ought to set my heart at rest
To return to others the corn in my great barn.
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell swing
And jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin'
Up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in
Jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin'
In jingle bell square
In the frosty air
What a bright time
It's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell, time
Is a swell time
To go glidin' in a
one horse sleigh
Giddy-up, jingle horse
Pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle
In a jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell rock
song performed by by 38 Special
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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell swing
And jingle bells ring
Snowin and blowin
Up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in
Jingle bell time
Dancin and prancin
In jingle bell square
In the frosty air
What a bright time
Its the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell, time
Is a swell time
To go glidin in a
One horse sleigh
Giddy-up, jingle horse
Pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle
In a jinglin beat
Thats the jingle bell rock
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Being a Mom
A woman conceives
Having wondrous expectations
For a child yet to be
Knowing only that it’ll
Be unique and little
Will the child she has inside
Have the characteristics
Of both mom and dad…
As her body changes physically
She wonders about the possibilities
When the day of birth approaches
Anticipation of happiness
Outshines any thoughts of pain
The time is now…many hours pass
Before the child is in her grasp
A miracle of creation
With lungs filled with dependency
Child, if the future
We could see…
Only fulfillment would there be
As a parent, there is a tendency
To foresee a path clear and free
With love and unquestionable hope
Guidance is give with spoonfuls of tact
Standing back to see how a child reacts
Fortunately successes are attained
Step by step, one day at a time
When achievements are measured
Save room for unexpected surprises
Beyond the scope of what one surmises
Watching as a child becomes an adult
Now approaching independence
Far beyond the months of pregnancy
The child leaves but does not part
From a mother’s loving heart
3/19/08
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bell swing
And jingle bell's ring
Snowing and blowing
Up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle bells chime
In jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing
In jingle bell square
In the frosty air
What a bright time
It's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time
It's a swell time
To go riding in a one horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse
Pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle
In a jingling beat
That's the Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Oh yeah
Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell Rock
Oh yeah
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Boaz Asleep
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight
made his pallet on the threshing floor
where all day he had worked, and now he slept
among the bushels of threshed wheat.
The old man owned wheatfields and barley,
and though he was rich, he was still fair-minded.
No filth soured the sweetness of his well.
No hot iron of torture whitened in his forge.
His beard was silver as a brook in April.
He bound sheaves without the strain of hate
or envy. He saw gleaners pass, and said,
Let handfuls of the fat ears fall to them.
The man's mind, clear of untoward feeling,
clothed itself in candor. He wore clean robes.
His heaped granaries spilled over always
toward the poor, no less than public fountains.
Boaz did well by his workers and by kinsmen.
He was generous, and moderate. Women held him
worthier than younger men, for youth is handsome,
but to him in his old age came greatness.
An old man, nearing his first source, may find
the timelessness beyond times of trouble.
And though fire burned in young men's eyes,
to Ruth the eyes of Boaz shone clear light.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Harvest Time
When the cranky German waggon,
With its ten or fifteen bag on
Comes a-jerkin’ and a-joltin’ down the dusty, limestone street,
And the “Norther’s” blowin’ blindin’,
And the rollers are a-grindin’,
And the agent jabs his sampler thro’ the sackin’ to the wheat,
Let ’em slide along the plank! slide along! slide along!
Sixty bushels for the Bank; slide along!
When your back is fairly breakin’
And your very fingers shakin’
With the heavin’, heavin’, heavin’, in the blarsted, blazin’ sun;
And the agent finds the spots out
And takes all his sample lots out
Where its rusty, pinched, or smutty—knockin’ off five pound a ton;
Sling ’em over with a jerk! slide along! slide along!
Sixty days of wasted work! slide along!
Sixty days a-ploughin’ mallee
In the God-forgotten valley
Of the creepin’, crawlin’ Murray, with the dingoes for your mates!
Sow and harrow, roll and reap it,
But you get no show to keep it,
For it’s “Boom and bust yer biler” when the cocky speculates!
Let the bankers take the lot: slide along! slide along!
Farmin’ mallee’s bloomin’ rot—slide along!
poem by Charles Henry Souter
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The Drum
I'm a beautiful red, red drum,
And I train with the soldier boys;
As up the street we come,
Wonderful is our noise!
There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
And Dick, and Nat, and Fred,
While Widow Cutler's Bill
And I march on ahead,
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum -
Oh, there's bushels of fun in that
For boys with a little red drum!
The Injuns came last night
While the soldiers were abed,
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fled!
The woods are the cherry-trees
Down in the orchard lot,
And the soldiers are marching to seize
The booty the Injuns got.
With tum-titty-um-tum-tum,
And r-r-rat-tat-tat,
When soldiers marching come
Injuns had better scat!
Step up there, little Fred,
And, Charley, have a mind!
Jim is as far ahead
As you two are behind!
Ready with gun and sword
Your valorous work to do -
Yonder the Injun horde
Are lying in wait for you.
And their hearts go pitapat
When they hear the soldiers come
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum!
Course it's all in play!
The skulking Injun crew
That hustled the kite away
Are little white boys, like you!
But 'honest' or 'just in fun,'
It is all the same to me;
And, when the battle is won,
Home once again march we
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And tum-titty-um-tum-tum;
And there's glory enough in that
For the boys with their little red drum!
poem by Eugene Field
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Ain’t We Baby
Ain’t we got a good thing going, honey
Ain’t we, ain’t we baby
Ain’t we got a fine little pair of young, uns
Ain’t we, ain’t we baby
A cotton top boy and a blue-eyed girl
Prettiest things in this old world
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
We got us a house out in the country
Got us a yard full of young pine trees
Got an old hound dog that’s full of fleas
And bushels of love and we’re living free
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
We’re clearing land for a garden spot
Gonna have a bean and tomater crop
Raise a couple of hogs, we’ll have ham to eat
And next winter we won’t buy groceries
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
Ain’t we got a good thing going, Honey
Ain’t we, Ain’t we Baby
Ain’t we got a fine little pair of young’uns
Ain’t we, Ain’t we Baby
A cotton top boy and a blue-eyed girl
Prettiest things in this old world
Oh Baby, we got a good thing going
Copyright: C R Clark -April,1976
poem by C.R. Clark
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Ain't No Lookin Back
All of your ghosts
Litter the horizon
Glittering carcasses
I guess that makes twice then
Just like your daisies
And all of your buffallo
You dont worry
The children will mend what you tore
You dress yourself in sharkbites
You kill yourself in spoonfuls
You damn all the beehives
You make love to potholes
Your attention is a junkie
It has a wandering vien
And all of your thoughtlessness
Is dried up rain
Aint no lookin back, now---is there kid?
You always look to the west
You throw caution to the wind
You're on a one way track
But you cant buy caution back---can you kid?
You killed a man
Because you made him borrow
One suicide is made up
Of ten thousand tiny sorrows
America's great
Its the land of the free
We're so independant
That we forgot how to breathe
Aint no lookin back, now---is there kid?
You always look to the west
You throw caution to the wind
You're on a one way track
But you cant buy caution back---can you kid?
Show me one hero
Who ain't afraid of fear
Show me one adult
That knows how to hear
"we are the future"
At least thats what you said
I wanna know:
Who's the hope of today?
There's no lookin back now for you---is there kid?
All of your ghosts
Litter the horizon
Glittering carcasses
I guess that makes twice then
Just like your daisies
And all of your buffallo
You dont worry
The children will mend what you tore
song performed by by Jewel
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Let It Grow
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the mornings door.
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass into the sea.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutters daughter,
Shes brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water, and
She bears it away with a love that the river has taught her.
Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear.
Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field,
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal,
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring,
Black dirt live again!
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin.
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shouting I am! I am! I am! I am.
Nothin more, the love of the women, work of men.
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down as we rise and fall.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Jingle Bell Rock
Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell rock
Jingle bell swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time to rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time,
To go ridin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse,pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in a jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell rock!
What a bright time, it's the right time to rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time,
To go ridin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse,pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and mingle in a jinglin' beat
That's the jingle bell rock
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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