Ill weeds grow the fastest and last the longest.
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The Elephant
He's the biggest,
Not the baddest.
But the heaviest.
Not the highest.
Quite the smartest.
Not the fastest.
With the longest.
nose and the widest.
ears and their memory.
is legendary!
The Fastest Guitar Alive
Orbison/dees
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
Singing pretty songs, knowing I belong
I am first and last, and always a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Rattling strings like a gattling gun
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Im rolling on like a rolling stone
Gathering no moss, I play a boss guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Strumming like a battling soldiers drum
Shaped like a lovely woman
Stay right where you are
My guitar is a fast guitar
The fastest guitar alive
Hey here I go a lucky so and so
Happy cos I know Ive got my fast guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar
The fastest guitar alive
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Garden of Soul
My soul’s garden must grow those plants
And trees and shrubs that yield good fruits;
Sin grows like weeds that stifle growth
Of virtues and more vices grow.
The grace of Almighty God comes
Down on soul’s garden as sun, rain,
As virtues grow in more numbers,
And sin-weeds turn a scarce member.
poem by John Celes
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For The Longest Time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
If u said good-bye to me tonight
There would still be music enough to write
What else can I do, I'm so inspired by you
You haven't been there
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
That's why you found me
When u put u arms around me
You haven't been there
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
That voice your hearing in the hall
When the greatest miracle of all
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
You haven't been there,
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
I'll take my chances
I almost got us sweet romances
You haven't been there for the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time(4x)
song performed by by Yellowcard
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For The Longest Time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
If u said good-bye to me tonight
There would still be music enough to write
What else can I do, I'm so inspired by you
You haven't been there
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
That's why you found me
When u put u arms around me
You haven't been there
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time
That voice your hearing in the hall
When the greatest miracle of all
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
You haven't been there,
For the longest time
If you said that I was the one that was wrong
Would I have the strength to carry on?
I'll take my chances
I almost got us sweet romances
You haven't been there for the longest time
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the longest time(4x)
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Weeds
In the backyard
Of my heart
I put some seed of love
But weeds grew too fast
Though I used herbicide
But they know how to survive
I threw out the rose, now I love
The weeds for their survival instinct
And power to grow everywhere
Without following any row
My mind follows the heart
And grows too fast like weeds
To pervade to hover
The minds and souls
Of people all over.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Longest Night
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
(wilfred owen, 1918)
Now the day has run
When the cover comes
But any fool can see
Ahead
Silence is my friend
But it has to end
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
So we write our letters
To those far away
Any fool can see
Ahead
The distant sound of thunder
A choir of wailing shells
Any fool can see
Ahead
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On the longest night
I dont want to fight
I dont know whos right
Cold winds they blow
On this longest night
Its the longest night
Its the longest night
Cold winds may blow
On this longest night
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes, john payne & ben woolfenden
song performed by by Asia
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Where Corn Don't Grow
(Roger Murrah/Mark Alan Springer)
As we sat on the front porch
Of that old grey house where I was born and raised
Starin' at the dusty fields
Where my daddy worked hard every day
I think it kinda hurt him when I said Daddy
There's a lot that I don't know
But don't you ever dream about a life
Where corn don't grow
He just sat there silent
Staring at his favorite coffee cup
I saw a storm of mixed emotion in his eyes
When he looked up
He said Son I know at your age
Seems like this ol' world is turning slow
And you think you'll find the answer to it all
Where corn don't grow
Hard times are real
There's dusty fields
No matter where you go
You may change your mind
'Cause the weeds are high
Where corn don't grow
I remember feeling guilty
When Daddy turned and walked back in the house
I was only seventeen back then
But I thought that I knew more than I know now
I can't say he didn't warn me
This city life's a hard row to hoe
Ain't it funny how a dream can turn around
Where corn don't grow
Hard times are real
There's dusty fields
No matter where you go
And you may change your mind
'Cause the weeds are high
Where corn don't grow
You may change your mind
Oh the weeds are high
Where corn don't grow
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
And as the roots grow deeper
the weight descends
Like gnarled hands grasping at your throat
Choking out the beauty within
A dandelion with a face that glows of golden sun
But within the soil it's roots grow so deep
With one pluck you think it is gone for good
Only to return stronger than before
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
4 April 2008
Democracy
You took my brothers for interrogation
a long time ago.
During this period
You built the longest Bridge, Tallest Tower, fastest Train
and supersonic Jets,
And shown so many miracles.
But my brothers did not return.
I went to a district Magistrate and explained the matter.
He was simply disappeared.
At last you said brothers were on a pilgrimage.
I searched them in Kathmandu, Bethlehem and Mecca
all over the world.
but there is no any trace of them.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sonnet- God's The Weed-puller
Despite my sweat and toil with pen and hoe;
My rose-filled garden grows recurrent weeds;
God plans to give me roses all the more;
A small reward for my good thoughts and deeds.
This time, God picks the weeds in His own style;
Each one by Hand with intact roots and stem;
And burns them all thoroughly in a pile;
And plans to give to me the diadem.
The ways of God are strange but never fail;
With woeful hearts, He pines for righteous souls;
I need not fight hereafter by e-mail;
God is plugging the Rodent, Snake, Fox holes.
No more, my garden can grow lethal weeds;
God will provide His honest people's needs.
poem by John Celes
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The Garden
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying,
Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow,
Yet shone your smile there, with your soft breath sighing:
'Have patience, for some day the flowers will grow.'
Some weeds you killed, you made a plot and tilled it;
'My plot,' you said, 'rich harvest yet shall give,'
With sun-warmed seeds of hope your dear hands filled it,
With rain-soft tears of pity bade them live.
So, weak among the weeds that had withstood you,
One little pure white flower grew by-and-by;
You could not pluck my flower--alas! how should you?
You sowed the seed, but let the blossom die.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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She Ran so Fast
There was once a girl who wanted to run fast
She was the fastest in her home, the fastest in her class
She ran so fast she would break all the rules
Not to mention, all the records in all of her schools
All people called her, ‘Fastest in the world’
But that wasn’t nearly fast enough for this girl
She ran so fast gravity couldn’t carry her
And then one day, she ran past the sound barrier
One time,2 times,3 times, and 4
She mocked space shuttles in her quest to run more
Her feet never sored, her soul never tired
She ran so fast, she was lean as a wire
As she grew older, so did her legend
Her ambition grew bolder and made her feel destined
To become the fastest that ever existed
She was faster than stars shooting at night
But still she kept running, still she persisted
Till she outran her shadow and ran out her life
Some say that she ran faster than thought
And she could catch the waves of a laugh
Others say her physique was always so taut
She took the pictures and then outran the flash
“Life moved too slow, ” was her last known opinion
Before she ran herself into oblivion
poem by P.R. Prosper
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I Lose the Battle
I stand forlorn on the edge of the farm,
Where grow the young plants of deeds,
I see growing, springing the sown corn,
Amid the sticky poisonous trailing weeds.
Yellow sick, pale and frail is the crop,
But the weeds too healthy, too green,
They grow as the demonial desires do,
How should I weed, make the farm clean?
Though they are poisonous yet sweet,
More delicious than the daintier food,
That is why we deceive and we cheat,
And brood them, brood them brood.
To weed them I resolve again and again,
They ripen soon unguarded, unattended,
Without the sunshine and without the rain,
And at last I lose the battle unammended.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Manicured Reality
I agree,
A rose does smells sweet.
But they are not planted
On urban streets to bloom.
They would not be given that opportunity.
Although weeds are encouraged
To grow between the cracks,
Where broken glass settles.
And tourists are re-routed...
To view a revitalized naturalness!
Beautified without the aid of sunglasses,
Or weeds to spoil the experience.
A manicured reality,
Entices those deluded by the goodness
Of life and all it offers!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Winners
("The Story of the Gadsbys")
What the moral? Who rides may read.
When the night is thick and the tracks are blind
A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed,
But a fool to wait for the laggard behind.
Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
White hands cling to the tightened rein,
Slipping the spur from the booted heel,
Tenderest voices cry " Turn again!"
Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel,
High hopes faint on a warm hearth-stone--
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
One may fall but he falls by himself--
Falls by himself with himself to blame.
One may attain and to him is pelf--
Loot of the city in Gold or Fame.
Plunder of earth shall be all his own
Who travels the fastest and travels alone.
Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed,
Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil,
Sing the heretical song I have made--
His be the labour and yours be the spoil.
Win by his aid and the aid disown--
He travels the fastest who travels alone!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Longest Poem In The World
The longest poem in the world
Went on and on and on...
So much that when it was unfurled,
Rolled on and on and on...
Folks were entranced when first they read,
Yet none could see it through.
For soon they had to go to bed
And sleep as sleepers do.
The fastest speakers had their turn,
Attempting what they could,
Yet they grew hoarse to likewise learn
That it did them no good.
Computer geeks were rallied round,
Translating text to speech.
It wore the geeks into the ground,
Too far beyond their reach.
God called His angels to His Throne
And asked for volunteers,
Yet when the poem's length was known,
They knew it would take years!
Despite this fact, God's Son stood proud
And said it was sublime...
And solemnly that day He vowed
That He would spare the time.
So God agreed and Jesus left
And read the poem through...
God missed His Son and felt bereft,
Yet time in Heaven flew.
God's Son returned with His report,
The poem to explain...
He shared the poet's every thought,
The power of his brain...
The angels listened patiently
And when Jesus was done,
They praised the Lord in ecstacy
And thanked God for His Son!
The longest poem to recall!
From the oldest man who lived!
For Christ alone had read it all -
Methusaleh's greatest gift!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Only love matters
In the longest span of life
Or in the shortest one
If anything matters
It is love
For love makes the shortest span
The longest one
And the longest span
The eternal one.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Forgiving You Was Easy
Forgiving you was easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
I just keep thinking and your memory is forever on my mind
You know I'll always love you and I can't forget the days when you were mine
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The bitter fruit of anger growing from the seeds of jealousy
Oh what a heartache but I forgive the things you said to me
Cause I believe forgiving is the only way that I'll find peace of mind
And forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
The years have passed so quickly as once again fate steals a young man's dreams
Of all the golden years and growing old together you and me
You asked me to forgive you-you said there was another on your mind
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
Forgiving you is easy but forgetting seems to take the longest time
song performed by by Willie Nelson, lyrics by Willie Nelson from Me & Paul (February 1985)
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Miss You Nights
[Shane:]
I've had many times I can tell you
Times when innocence I'd trade for company
And children saw me crying
I thought I'd had my share of that
But these miss you nights are the longest
[Bryan:]
Midnight diamonds stud my heaven
Southward burning like the jewels that are your face
And the warm winds that embrace me
Just as surely kissed your face
Yet these miss you nights they're the longest
[(Mark) Shane:]
(Lay down) Lay down all thoughts of your surrender
It's only me who's killing time
(Lay down) Lay down all dreams and feelings once remembered
It's just the same this miss you game
[Mark:]
Thinking of my going
How to cut the thread and leave it all behind
Looking windward for my comfort
I take each day as it arrives
But these miss you nights are the longest
[Shane:]
But these miss you nights are the longest
song performed by by Westlife
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