It may not pay to weigh everyone in the same scales.
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Weigh
Id like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds
Id like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the
Little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Id like to gather all your friends and squish them all into a small
Swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey?
Why weigh, why weigh?
Id like to hear my options, so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do, so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-gh-hey?
Why
Oh why[x11]
Why weigh?
song performed by by Phish
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The Wind with Me
The wind asks me
'How much do you feel happiness? '
Like the wind can not weigh on scales
My happiness also shouldn't weigh
Night wind swings strars
Ah, all of trees! Flame up!
To shine the all moments
Let the stars fall down
Then
When a dropp of star from your eyes
And down to the horizon
Please remind me
With beautiful tones harped by the wind
poem by by unknown author
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Rare is the person who can weigh the faults of others without putting his thumb on the scales.
quote by Byron J. Langenfeld
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The Weigh In
It was Friday evening
the time for being weighed
before bath in the nursing home
and Anne was standing
behind you in the queue of kids
leaning on her crutch
the stump of her leg
just visible beneath
her short red skirt
and she whispered to you
how much do you weigh Skinny Kid?
I don't know
you replied
maybe 84lbs
she snorted 84lbs?
my pussy weighs more than that
she whispered
her warm breath
on your ear
the kids in front of you
moved up and Monica
the girl with burn scars
climbed off
the weighing scales
what do you weigh Scarface?
Anne called out
don't be cruel Anne
the nurse near the scales said
oops sorry nurse
it just slipped out
Anne said
(so the bishop said
to the actress
Anne whispered
in your ear)
after a few more kids
got on and off
the scales after
being weighed
it was your turn
and you climbed on the scales
and the red line
showed 77lbs
and the nurse said
what it showed
and you got off
and Anne crutched herself
onto the scales
and you stood
and watched
as the red line showed 112lbs
now that
said Anne looking at you
is real poundage
and as she got off the scales
she ushered you outside
into the passageway
and said
here feel my thigh
go on
have a feel
and she grabbed
your hand
and made you
touch her thigh
it was smooth
and warm
you're such a thin bastard
Skinny Kid
you need to fatten yourself up
she released your hand
and you followed her
along to the lounge
where others waited
for bath time
she nibbled
your earlobe affectionately
and crutched herself
over to the armchair
in the corner
and pinched Monica
on her way
giving out
a snort of laughter
as Monica uttered
loud moans
and you sensed
the dampness
on your earlobe
like a loving memento
which you hoped
would last
but knew
it would
like passing time
soon go.
poem by Terry Collett
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My Own Worth
when you begin
to measure the length of my
worth
with a tape
or weigh me with
your own scales
or wrap me with your
cloth to asses the
volume of my being
when the numbers
come from your mouth
i begin to feel
the limitless bounds
of my incoming
protest
for you are just my peer
my co-equal
and here you are
measuring me by
your own
standards and i ask
the world:
who are you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vindicated
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been accused,
By other people for things you did not do...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Tossing and turning and can't sleep,
By those deceivers planning defeat...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been depicted to be a fool,
By others who wish to undo you...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Though I weigh only 120 pounds, when I'm mad, I weigh a ton.
quote by Thomas Starr King
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Good Friday
A recipe for thought:
Take a pair of scales
as large as the boundless human mind,
and into one scale
pour all the goodness in the world that you can see
carefully
and into the other,
all the evil in the world that you can see;
into the first scale now add
all the joy that you have known
(the joy of others you can never measure)
and into the other, all the misery,
(the misery of others you can never measure) :
into the first, add all the laughter you can remember,
and into the second, all the tears;
and now, from the cupboards of your heart,
add what you will
to either scale:
the hopes and fears
of all the years.
now give one day each year
to the watching of these scales
and see if slowly, gently, as we watch
with all our love
the scales
move
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Romance
He looks at me with a madman's eyes -
It's your house and porch I know so well.
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He brought me a bouquet of crimson carnations -
It's your austere face I know so well.
He asked in return for a single kiss -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He touched me with his finger bearing a dark ring -
It is your dark ring I know so well.
Together we tumbled down on a Turkish divan -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He looks at me with a madman's eyes -
Dwindle away, o you stars, and fade, o you moon!
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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When you see a fish you don't think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water... If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.
quote by Constantin Brancusi
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Who can weigh love?
Light. Lightness. Light-heartedness.
Who can measure their measureless weight?
On the kitchen scales, we balance
weight against weight; but how different
the substances - on the one scale,
iron weights with their iron discipline
maintain like monks and nuns their constancy;
on the other scale, perhaps fine flour,
poured as bakers recommend, from a height
to catch the air between the grains; a foretaste
of that greater levity that yeast will bring;
Lorenzo de’ Medici, praising publicly his tutor,
Marsilio Ficino, said of him, that one thing in him which he loved
was that in his speech, gravity was mixed with levity,
and levity, with gravity;
what then, of our substance? In the lightness
of our being, then how bright the light! And in
the dark and heavy days, what lightness of the light may lurk
in melancholia – a yeast of wisdom yet to act?
And then – there’s love…its golden weightiness
so full of light; and hammered out and spread,
the brighter then…oh, who can measure out
the lightness, brightness, of our joy? What golden scales
of justice, mercy, grace,
may weigh the shining of a shining face?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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An Ant
little ant
hurrying
with its load
a creature
so small
weigh so heavy
on my heart
this moment
does the ant
think itself small?
weigh its desire
to live
and ours
and you will see
the common
bond between both
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Helena: Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
line from A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1595)
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I'm Not The Man I Used To Be!
I’m not the man I used to be
In fact I’ve changed considerably.
Sixteen stone my fighting weight.
I really don’t appreciate.
The fact I’ve lost a lot of weight
Eleven stone is all I weigh.
If I step on the scales today.
The other five faded away
I used to be six feet two
It seems my height is shrinking too.
I can’t deny that this is true
Six feet is the best that I can do.
I do not let it worry me
I think that very possibly.
I am the way I’m meant to be.
Although there’s rather less of me.
Much less than what there used to be.
What’s left still works efficiently.
Although I tire easily.
Old age is creeping up on me
sneakily and stealthily.
My aches and pains reminding me.
I’m not the man I used to be
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dross and Gold
**Life is dross, but Love is gold*
So, throughout the numbered days.
Mine to keep and thine to hold.
Be it as the Master says.
Clean-intentioned ; each to each
Shall a Staff of Travel be,
Down the Roadway to the Beach
Of the tideless, timeless Sea,
Down the Roadway of the years
Till our Web of Life is spun.
Ours the laughter and the tears;
Ours the cream of cloud and sun.
Some there be who place and gain
Reckon over and above;
Some there be who joy and pain
Weigh in equal scales — of Love:
Those shall be as they were not.
At the Road-end by the Shore;
These, who lost and who forgot
Shall have triumphed evermore.
poem by Edwin James Brady
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St. Louis was dying
St. Louis was dying
Under the weight of
Lost telephones
Thrown away by
The deaf hands of
My computer speakers
The keyboard misspelled
The noon day sun
When St. Louis was dying
Under stress of crime
Thrown into the furnace fire
Where an angel was born
To save the weigh of
Telephone wires strung
Down the dirty and dingy
Alley in the back yard of
A renovated heaven
The key board of the noon day sun
Was dying under the weigh
Of a deaf tongue moved
By the speakers speaking
In a foreign language
Only understood by telephones
In the long distend night of long tongues
St. Louis is dying
Under the weigh of
Ten cent poverty
In a ten dollar year where
The furnace is stressing
Out on crime committed
In the noon day weigh
Of heaven’s back yard
Where an angel uses
The dark and dingy telephone
To call the long distend night
Heaven is dying under the weigh of
Misspelled angels dark and dingy
And lost in t he light of my computer
Where the thrown away weigh of
Poverty is spending counterfeit
Dollars worth ten cent crimes
Dying in the heaven of
The weigh of angels
Misspelling the word tongue.
poem by David E. Patton
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Rock The Discomfort Away
The rocking movement to and fro
brings me comfort in my chair.
It soothes the discomfort in my heart
that is so hard to bear.
It dulls my mind and overtakes
the thoughts that one by one
have not subsided all day long
and weigh on me like a ton.
Now as I rock my mind is numb,
unfeeling and unmoved.
The repeating of the motion
if nothing else has proved
that the troubles that are mine
can all be rolled into one.
So I must not stop this rocking
lest they weigh on me like a ton.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time's God.
Respect a second
Minute will mind
Honour an hour
Days will deliver
Weigh a week
Month will multiply
Weigh the wages
Year will yield
Time runs the note
Time cooks the food
Time is timeless
Time paddles the world
Time is a healer,
Healer can be only Him
There you have it!
Time's God, God's time
poem by T. Ebi Ken Jemine
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The Rules Of Their Games Must Be Yours Too
there will always be rules,
a system of weights,
the hands of judgment are always
carrying the scales
that may tilt against you
sometimes
and you wait and see and trying
to think deeply
accurately, balancing
and taking so much time
and distance
and even force
if needed
and even ruse and
pretense
if necessary
how to sway the scales in your
favor
is always a dream
how to score with the system of
weights is always the
most important question
how to meet the rules of the games
the games that must be yours too
so that you can finally win.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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