Many a one leaves the roast who afterwards longs for the smoke of it.
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The Pan Of Sorrows
I will give you the grain of tears,
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
O, tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
I am late already,
The shadows are fading,
The cattle have returned,
From the forest.
The birds have raised their clamor.
Roast my sorrows in your pan,
Tender of the fire.
Hurry, be quick,
I have far to go,
To the place
Where my companions have gone.
I have heard the road to that town is difficult
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
When my turn comes,
Your bale of kindling is damp.
Why has your earthen pan
Become flaccid?
What has gone wrong with your fire?
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
Mine is just a handful of grains,
Roast them, and let me go on my way,
Don't leave them raw,
Roast them well.
I beg you, bring an end to this wrangling,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
Tender of the fire.
The wind has dropped,
Its mournful weeping ended.
A sweet heat
Is rising in the stars.
My breaths are like a marriage procession
Whose bridegroom is displeased.
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
O tender of the fire.
Tender of the fire, branch of magnolia,
Roast my sorrows in your pan.
poem by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
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Savant
Slice the roast as we toast the savant.
Sip the wine and let's dine with cresçents.
A special honor is bestowed upon him.
The one with chosen 'gifts' within.
No clue he leaves he believes himself great!
But we must show him we at least appreciate...
The patience he has shown for the waste,
Average men like us create!
Slice this roast as we toast the savant!
Sip the wine and let us dine
With cresçents all we want!
A special honor comes to him...
He with unlimited patience
To allow us to feed,
From the treasures upon us he descends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Zany You Are!
My heart, longs to see you!
To placate thy ire, this, soul injured, yearns.
Being wounded, I recall, your prick and reek.
My heart, longs to see you.
Kicked on my nose, saying fiery, ‘Go away’!
You could have pummeled my ditties flowing slow.
Or, you could let loose your, satire virulent.
Punchy poems are very hard, to glean their themes concealed.
My heart, longs to see you!
Weird you’re good friend, weighing up not easy.
Don’t veer hate on me, which you have on men.
Please, yield no place to, emotions unreined.
A zinger makes you rile and I yelp being frail!
My heart longs to see you!
Note: You can sing in the tune of Tamil film song:
“ Unnai kan theduthe”
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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I'm just another girl
I’m just another girl
Who longs for a gentle kiss,
I’m just another girl
Who has hopes and dreams,
I’m just another girl
Who longs for a simple show of affection,
I’m just another girl
Who longs for her loves sweet touch,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to be held in loves warm embrace,
I’m just another girl
Who wants you to notice her,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to hear sweet nothing whispered in her ear,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to be loved by you again
I’m just another girl
Who never gives up
poem by Martha Rivera
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Singing songs like 'The Man I Love' or 'Porgy' is no more work than sitting down and eating Chinese roast duck, and I love roast duck.
quote by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Next In Line, Please
You see,
I think you and I are not communica...
'Will that be light, medium or dark roast? '
...ting!
You see,
I am not like the others.
And I am see...
'Would you like light, medium or dark roast? '
...king something not so tart.
Less bitter with a more swee...
'Light! Medium or...
Dark roast.
That's it!
No if's ands or others.'
...tened taste. I don't like your attitude one bit.
I demand to see your supervisor.
Immediately.
'No problem.
Would you like 'your' truth...
Dark, light or medium? '
You did absolutely nothing but change hats.
'And guess what?
You either take that truth light, medium OR dark.
And...
Where is your authorization to stand in this line? '
I need no 'authorization'.
My name is...
'Next in line, please.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Granny Used to Smoke
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special cigarette.
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special style to.
Granny used to smoke,
She used to send me to shop.
Granny used to smoke.
She used to smoke this way:
Putting the glowing side,
Inside her mouth cavity,
And hers is to release,
Trains of smoke!
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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I'd Like To Teach The World To Smoke
(parody of 'I'd Like To Teach The World To Sing')
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
And grasp it slowly round the neck, laughing as it choked
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to teach the world to smoke
In perfect harmony
I'd like to build the world an addiction
And furnish it with pain
Grow tobacco leaves and more tobacco leaves, people's got smoking on the brain
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
I'd like to strangle it in my arms and make my company money
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to see the world for once
All addicts a gasping, choking mix
And hear them echo through the hills Oh, where's my latest fix
(That's the song I hear)
I'd like to teach the world to smoke (that the world sings today)
In perfect harmony
(Sydney, Australia - 2007)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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You Dont Know Me
You give your hand to me and then you say hello
And I can hardly speak - my heart is beating so
And anyone can tell you think you know me well
You dont know me.
Now if you dont know the one who longs at you each night
And longs to kiss your lips and longs to hold you tight
You know I am just a friend
Thats all Ive ever been.
You dont know me.
(refrain)
I never knew the art of making love
til my heart yearned with love you
If rain and shine let my chance go by
The chance you might have loved me too
You give your hand to me and then you say good-bye.
I watched you walk away beside some lucky guy.
To never, never know the one who loves you so.
cause you dont know me.
Refrain
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Smoke The Sky
Smoke my hoochie
You say that Im the devil
Reali-thc
Marco polo hailed it heaven
Socrates inhaled it too
Mr. president tell the truth
Youre the great exaggerators
Since 1932
Telling evils of the reefer
But all thru time weve
Smoked the sky, smoke the sky
Home grown version
Compliments the senses
Opens up the mind
Jfk sold us freedom
Or was it just a business toke
63 went up in smoke
He was the great seducer
Crawling from our tvs
Breathed into our future
And before he died he
Smoked the sky, smoke the sky
When its time well smoke the sky
Bc hailed it heaven
I inhaled it too
Reali-thc
When its time well
Smoke the sky
Smoke the sky
When its time well smoke the sky
When its time well smoke the
When its time well toke the sky
When its time well smoke the sky
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Heart
Heart.
Why can't I fix you?
He sprinkled his blackness all over my heart like rain coming down from the sky.
Where is the tape so I can mend my heart?
Is it lost in his soul where the black hole hides or is it in the girl's heart who he longs everynight like a kid longs for candy.
I guess I will never know
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Big Black Smoke
She was sick and tired of country life.
A little country home,
A little country folk,
Made her blood run cold.
Now her mother pines her heart away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according to her pa,
And everybody said,
That she knew no sin and did no wrong,
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke,
Of the big black smoke.
Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys,
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes.
She took all her pretty coloured clothes,
And ran away from home
And the boy next door,
For a boy named joe.
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
In the big black smoke.
song performed by by Kinks
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Im The One
(gary allan/jamie ohara/odie blackmon)
If you need someone to take you by the hand
And help you heal your broken heart
Show youhow to find the faith in love again
So you canmake a brand new start
If youre looking for the man to chase away your clouds
And be your morning sun
Oh, baby Im the one
Believing in tomorrow is so hard
When all your yesterdays are filled with pain
Trusting in the future isnt easy
When the past is just pouring rain
All you need it someone to take away
The memory of what hes done
Oh, baby Im the one
Im the one who longs to kiss your lips
And hold you tight
Im the one who longs to love you
For the rest of your life
So if youre looking for the kind of man who loves
Forever and will never run
Oh, baby Im the one
Im the one who longs to kiss your lips
And hold you tight
Im the one who longs to love you
For the rest of your life
So if youre looking for the kind of man who loves
Forever and will never run
Oh, baby Im the one
Oh, baby Im the one
song performed by by Gary Allan
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She Longs For A Love
Her eyes are brown, With a heart of Gold, She longs for a love, From the stories of old.
She longs for that soft touch, That only her dream man could give, The one that could wake her heart, So she could feel as tho she could live.
Her spirit would open up, As a bright blossoming rose, The whole world would lite up, As her whole body glows!
poem by Richard Goolsby
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The Siong Kretek Cigarette
So I have another grandpa
His head bald
like Mahatma Gandhi
His name is Akhmad Tayibi
In his tin lips
he always slip
The Siong kretek cigarette
Its smoke to rotate
In front of the door
And float in the air
And stay on the Banana leaves
When I came there
His eyes glitter brightly
Har, “pick up the coconut with the soft and spongy meat”
For make its “rujak degan”.
While he stay on the bamboo chair in front of his house
And smoke his liong cigarrette again and again
The smoke round, bring his praise
To the sky, to faee the Lord
alone
Don’t ask his old it is
Onehundred and ten years old
poem by Prasetya Utama
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When The Smoke Comes Out
when the smoke comes out
they are there to say that there is fire
on the chimney
when the smoke is black
they all say i have decided
when the smoke is white
they keep on praying since
no one is chosen
to lead the lost flock
without their grazing ground
during winter time
what if the smoke comes out
from my eyes and the smoke is black
and there is no fire in my heart?
what if i am lost? shall you care?
please don't. I must tell you i am happier
when left alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Irony of World!
Blue East longs for grey
Grey West longs for blue
It's irony of one world!
poem by Ramesh T A
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