If you come near the river, you will hear the crab cough.
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If you live by the river you can hear the crab cough.
No Crab
Whether it's Crab soup,
or whether it's crab cakes,
whether it's crab puffs
or whether it's crab flakes
crab gumbo or crab dressing,
it's all the same to me,
for crab is crab is crab
and I detest the taste.
poem by Ruth Walters
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There is nothing fantastic or ultradimansional about crab grass... unless you are an sf writer, in which case pretty soon you are viewing crab grass with suspicion. What are it's real motives And who sent it here in the first place It only looks like crab grass. That's what they want us to think it is. One day the crab grass suit will fall off and their true identity will be revealed. By then the Pentagon will be full of crab grass and it'll be too late. The crab grass, or what we took to be crab grass, will dictate terms.
quote by Philip K. Dick
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Manteca
Written by dizzy gillespie and gil fuller
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my, crab in my, crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my shoemouth
Crab in my, crab in my, crab in my shoemouth
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Grinning Crab
Come with me, said the fish to the crab
and I will show you a cave where beautiful coral live.
When do we leave, said the crab to the fish
and tell me what I should bring.
Just bring a sense of adventure, said the fish to the crab, and some sun tan oil
You forget, said the crab to the fish, my shell is thick and impenetrable by rays of any kind.
What about the metal-tipped arrows, asked the fish of the crab, from a cheeky cherub?
Oh they don’t stand a chance, said the crab with a grin.
The fish, having eyes that could not blink, felt the molten tears sting his star-crossed eyes.
poem by Vernon Adrian Emuang
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Sand crab follows Hot
Chilli crab he knows, beaut
like the tide, shore thing
haiku by Ken e Hall
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Walk straight, my son - as the old crab said to the young crab.
Cold
A cough and a hack--
On february 17,2006...! ! !
Gosh it made me--
Feel outright sick! ;
Tell ya-thought i was dyin'...! ! !
Had such a cough and a hack...
That i went 'willy-nilly' to the doctor...
And he diagnosed my attack;
When i arrived home...
There on my street awaiting me...
Were a dozen Red Roses...
Sent special to lil' ole me! ! ! ;
A cough and a hack...
Can be downright mean...! ! !
The virus can destroy...
And its totally unclean! ;
So theres a moral to this story...
IM sharin' with only a few...! ! !
Stay away from the COLD virus...
Cause the cough and hack will surely attack you! ;
The Essence
May 30,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Around me
so much quietness...
a crab lost in the waves
drags the fishing line
in the middle of the river
tanka by Dumitru D. Ifrim from Our Window (2009), translated by Dumitru D. Ifrim
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The Little Crab
As the little crab climbed
To the top of the basket
Hoping to make an escape
The bigger crabs pulled him down
And when the consignment
Did reach the market place
The Fisherman’s son was delighted
To find a small crab in the bag
He picked it up carefully
Drooling at the thought of soup
But this time the little crab
Reacted fast, he bit the boy’s hand
Falling quickly to the ground
As the child reduced his grip
Undaunted by the crack in his shell
He scuttled away in search of
A safer place, far away from
Fishing baskets, boys and big crabs.
poem by Sandra Martyres
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Green Circle
You are peeling me off
like a crab.
Time has sunk very low.
For the hungry kids
who was growing crab apples?
Creating art,
arriving between the pubes.
A microfossil
roosting within me.
I could live without oxygen.
Incandescent,
the liquid wounds.
I will not send any salvo.
poem by Satish Verma
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Where Is The River?
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or somewhere else
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or hidden under the ground
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or safe inside the cave
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or still far away
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or up above the cloud
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or out of our reach
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or trickling on the rock
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or gathering in the pool
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or down over the cliff
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or just sight of illusion
Where is the river?
Is it here
Running in your eyes
Where is the river?
Is it here
Or sudden flood in the road
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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(Lyric poems) Two countries In one country
Aha.You see not so you see
The answer for you peples is more
Mis-education and more mis-education
How can you mock our lack of education
And refuse to give us the skills and
The resources when you know that we live
In two countries in one country and the
Doors of education are barred to us who
Are illiterate in the less affluent part
Of society?
You are the rainsbows chuldren of God
You must be vote and be vote for us
For this thing of democrazy to flourish
Otherwise we mays confiscation your salries
Mmm? What will you does? Mi girls en boys?
You don't has the guns we has the tanks!
How can you talk down to us and threaten
To unleash the violence of the state on us?
How can you paint a picture of a happy nation
When the vast majority of us live in poverty
And squaller and the resources of the state
Is diverted to your criminal officials and
Their associate cronies? How can you peddle
The lie of democracy to us while you know that
You give us reconciliation without justice to
Douse our legitimate demand of social justice
In the flames of your dishonest rhetoric?
One can retired in peacefil blith now
Not knowing ifs there's nyequality betweens the races
Let me cough cough... cough cough...cough cough
You can sleeps unwell knowing there's
No crimenals to return nicely your properdies...
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Alexanders Ragtime Band
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Alexanders ragtime band
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Its the best band in the land
They can play a bugle call like you never heared before
So natural that you wanna go to war
Thats just the bestest band what am... oh honey lamb
Come on along... come on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man... I said the man
Whos the leader of the band
If you care to hear that swanee river played in ragtime
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Alexanders ragtime band
(instrumental break)
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Alexanders ragtime band
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Its the best band in the land
And if you want to hear that swanee river played in ragtime
Come on and hear... come on and hear
Alexanders ragtime band
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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The River, Grace
Lift me up,
Take me down
From my rack.
Suspended on meat hooks
Just under my shoulder blades,
The weight of me hangs.
The river comes to me.
The river flows on.
Grace wakes up,
Says, “I will watch with you
We will be watchers
Together.”
Take me down.
Let the river run
Through my wounds;
Cleanse;
Heal.
The river comes.
The river flows.
Wash out all the refuse;
Toxic trash flushed away
Forever from me
Clear
Free
The river comes.
The river flows.
Fill me up with goodness.
Purity, rush into these holes;
Saturate in light, then
Stop up the access,
Make me whole.
River, come to me.
River, flow on.
And the river is God’s Gift.
And the river is Grace.
Lay me new baptized
In the tall grass
On the bank
Let me hear
Talking light
Beat back the night.
They sing of your source,
Your redemption renowned.
Now I join the chorus.
And the river, God’s gift,
Lift me up.
And the river, Grace
Carry me on.
poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
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The New Teacher
he prides himself about
this job
where he is all wise
and his students listen
he drives the points
like he's the hammer to
his nails
somehow the old teacher
listens
it is not supposed to
be
he picks a snail
a house actually where the hermit
crab lives
he whistles and the crab comes
out
learning the song of the
master
the wind, soft as breeze
the openness like the wide gate
of the morning sun
between the breasts of the hills
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coughing Woman
So what so the woman
Had a bad cough and they
Let her into the cinema to
Watch a film and there she
Was cough cough right through
The movie and it kind of echoed
And at times became the focus
Of attention and the odd person
Said Hey can’t you control that
Coughing? And she coughed in
Reply and the guy next to her
Moved and the dame behind
Tapped her on the shoulder and
Said Oughtn’t you to be in bed
With medication? And the movie
Rolled on and the people watched
Or moaned or did both and then
Towards the end of the film she
Stood up and slowly walking by
The people in the row and said
Sorry sorry and they muttered
Things and whispered words and
Finally she got out in the daylight
And beneath a bright sun and her
Coughing continued as it had begun.
poem by Terry Collett
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The animal that is coming to be killed does not hear the hunter cough.
Mouthfruit
word,
you're my mouthfruit
always running away from me
the words run away from me
and land in some tropical tree
where no coconut crab will ever hear
(3 June 2008)
poem by Selenaru Negrea
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