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I'm very open to the up-and-comers.
quote by Bob Newhart
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O! You sitting, may God protect you from the evils of the comers.
Our aristocracy, unlike that of Europe, is open to all comers.
quote by Josiah Strong
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Furthermore, the unearned increment from land appears in the United States as a gain to the first comers, who have here laid the foundations of a new State.
quote by William Graham Sumner
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Asher
First comers and last users,
And of the notes of your love shared naked to all!
But try to understand who i am.
You are Asher and i am the man from the woods,
And my axe fell closer to you for me to see you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Editors of open anthologies actively seek submissions from all comers, established and unknown. They are willing to read whatever the tide washes up at their feet.
quote by Lynn Abbey
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September 22
It's the day of the ram
and the head of the year
Rosh Ha'Shanah at
services I sat next to
Mel Torme who outshone
all comers with his bar
mitzvah heroics while on
my left is Barnett Newman
big talker whose favorite
subjects include the horses
and the stock market he
knows the odds the women
are seated upstairs this is
an orthodox congregation
very serious I make
eye contact with the wife
of Menelaus who runs off
with Paris confident I'm Paris.
poem by David Lehman
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A crime in the dark of night
Under the cover of the drowsy night,
I see a very painful sight,
On the outskirts of the city,
A crime is born out of pity,
The crime is henious in nature,
Modesty experiences a fracture,
Who are these awesome faces,
I saw on them no traces,
No traces of shame and modesty,
Humanity seems to be void of honesty,
They are waiting for the customers,
They can be both old and new comers,
No job for them is a better substitute,
For each one of them is a prostitute.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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"I wouldn't fash masel' about them, miss. Them things be all wore out. Mind, I don't say that they never was, but I do say that they wasn't in my time. They be all very well for comers and trippers, an' the like, but not for a nice young lady like you. Them feet-folks from York and Leeds that be always eatin'cured herrin's and drinkin' tea an' lookin' out to buy cheap jet would creed aught. I wonder masel' who'd be bothered tellin' lies to them, even the newspapers, which is full of fool-talk."
Bram Stoker in Dracula (1897)
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Unity Or Not
What is one accomplishing,
By chasing behind a horse drawn cart...
That is going uphill.
Yelling, 'Unity! '
All out of breath and sweating.
As the horse glances back every now and then,
Thinking...
~Why is that fool running behind me like that?
Yelling 'Unity? '
My name is Raymond.
And I've got all I can handle.
Unity or not,
He's not getting on here.
I'm pulling this cart.
And it will come to a stop...
IF he tries.
Late comers are not welcomed.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Farm Woman's Winter
I
If seasons all were summers,
And leaves would never fall,
And hopping casement-comers
Were foodless not at all,
And fragile folk might be here
That white winds bid depart;
Then one I used to see here
Would warm my wasted heart!
II
One frail, who, bravely tilling
Long hours in gripping gusts,
Was mastered by their chilling,
And now his ploughshare rusts.
So savage winter catches
The breath of limber things,
And what I love he snatches,
And what I love not, brings.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Happy Town
in happy town(where
the flowers are laughing
&
the birds are singing)
love swims through the air
(we're all
happily soaked)
joy breathes from the trees
(: umbrage of
smiles(:
happiness floats in the pond
(((ripples) carry) laughter)
everyone
is welcome in
happy town
(strange
rs
&
new
comers)
happy town
is a secret paradise
(everyone
knows where it is)
there's a map in your heart
(i found my way there)
&
now
i live in happy town
(im happy)
comejoinme
Happy Town
in happy town(where
the flowers are laughing
&
the birds are singing)
love swims through the air
(we're all
happily soaked)
joy breathes from the trees
(: umbrage of
smiles :)
happiness floats in the pond
(((ripples) carry) laughter)
everyone
is welcome in
happy town
(strange
rs
&
new
comers)
happy town
is a secret paradise
(everyone
knows where it is)
there's a map in your heart
(i found my way there)
&
now
i live in happy town
(im happy)
comejoinme
poem by Kellen Davis
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Thunderstorm, Instantaneous Forever
After this the halt and summer
Parted company; and taking
Off his cap at night the thunder
Took a hundred blinding stills.
Lilac clusters faded; plucking
Off an armful of new lightnings,
From the field he tried to throw them
At the mansion in the hills.
And when waves of evil laughter
Rolled along the iron roofing
And, like charcoal on a drawing,
Showers thundered on the fence,
Then the crumbling mind began to
Blink; it seemed it would be floodlit
Even in those distant comers
Where the light is now intense.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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World’s Greatest Dad
Every child has a father or even did
I call not all men, fathers
Fathers are great orchestrators of good deeds
Valiant in all things though overwhelmed by a myriad
Standing their grounds despite the mountains
Supermen in the eyes of their children
Over-comers of all our childhood greatest fears
Claustrophobic when alone yet a resurge when he nears
Dad is my all time hero!
By him none ever bullied me
“My dad will beat you and your dad”, always I told them
That made them cringed and winced at the thought
They took courage in theirs
“My dad is bigger and stronger” I always said.
I love you daddy!
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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The Superseded
I
As newer comers crowd the fore,
We drop behind.
- We who have laboured long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
II
Yet there are of us some who grieve
To go behind;
Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe
Their fires declined,
And know none cares, remembers, spares
Who go behind.
III
'Tis not that we have unforetold
The drop behind;
We feel the new must oust the old
In every kind;
But yet we think, must we, must WE,
Too, drop behind?
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Mad Judy
When the hamlet hailed a birth
Judy used to cry:
When she heard our christening mirth
She would kneel and sigh.
She was crazed, we knew, and we
Humoured her infirmity.
When the daughters and the sons
Gathered them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!"
When old Headsman Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
What she liked we let her do,
Judy was insane, we knew.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Picnic Boat
Sunday night and the park policemen tell each other it
is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan.
A big picnic boat comes home to Chicago from the peach
farms of Saugatuck.
Hundreds of electric bulbs break the night's darkness, a
flock of red and yellow birds with wings at a standstill.
Running along the deck railings are festoons and leaping
in curves are loops of light from prow and stern
to the tall smokestacks.
Over the hoarse crunch of waves at my pier comes a
hoarse answer in the rhythmic oompa of the brasses
playing a Polish folk-song for the home-comers.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Eunuch
There is no bias,
No desire for a counterpart,
No jealousy to lose a partner,
There is no fear to miss the love.
The earth is bearing excess burden,
Future is becoming bleak.
We have no stake to add to the problems
To increase the miseries of the living beings.
We do not want to see our names
Our preferences in the creatures of morrow,
There is no need to prejudice the future
With attachment or detachment, hatred or love.
We pray for the new comers,
Rejoice at the time of unions,
Pray for the soul departed,
Whether being a part or not of our lives.
Neither the fort attracts us,
Nor the forest to live as recluses,
We do not ride any wave,
To recede to a point low, later.
The desire for “Moksha” is also a desire,
This even we do not aspire.
Being formed of simple elements, we know
We would go back to the Whole, after an end.
poem by Bishnupada Sethi
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