Not everybody who wears spurs is a jockey.
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Two Jockeys see through the same hole.
Other masters are not your advocates
To take up your issues with your master,
The cause being genuine or you a friend though.
A Jockey will not advocate against a jockey.
23.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ownership kills the love
The Jockey owns not the horse that he tends.
And with that, more than the owner, he spends.
But the Jockey is terribly upset,
When he is removed or shifted from his seat.
I am too, when taken from the woman loved
No need to own one to get nourished from.
14.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fake Plastic Tree (acoustic Version)
A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
song performed by by Radiohead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fake Plastic Trees
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself.
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
She lives with a broken man,
A cracked polystyreneman
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
It wears...
She looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love
But I cant help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time.
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fake Plastic Tress
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out
And it wears him out
And it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I cant help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
And it wears me out
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fake Plastic Trees (live)
Radiohead cover
her green plastic watering can
for her fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
it wears her out
she lives with a broken man
a cracked polystyrene man
who just crumbles and burns
he used to do surgery for girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out
and it wears him out
and it wears him out
she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing
my fake plastic love
but i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if i just turn and run
and it wears me out
it wears me out
and it wears me out
if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted all the time
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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A Jockey, and a Horse Named Love
in the kentucky derby
i am jockey
my horse is love
you are my sponsor
on the day of the race
i abandon my post
you lose the bet
now i come
to beg you
to be my sponsor again
your trust i have betrayed
your money spent for nothing
i plead you to overlook
i plead you give a chance
so will you
whom i have caused losses
whom i have betrayed
whom i have left in mid-race
give a jockey like me
who caused you losses
who betrayed you
who left you in mid-race
another chance
to jockey again
my horse
named love
poem by Kiley Casanova
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Put Out To Graze In The Pasture
Hey
The only thing you can truly say
Is that you 'once' ran a good race
And now that you've aged
And have been replaced
Why put that blame on the jockey?
That jockey is accustomed
To riding on the backs of winners.
And you have fed that purpose.
No matter what spotlight you believe,
You today deserve.
Your purpose has been served.
Get over it.
You've been put out to graze in the pasture.
Whatever you had has been used.
And like the rest,
Who have taken their lives for granted
Your purpose,
Has
Been served!
With or without your consent or lost investment,
You spent at the service of others.
Graze and shut the
Just shut up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Summer Wine
I walked town on silver spurs that jingled too
A song that I had only sang to just a few
Ahe saw my silver spurs and set let pass the time and
I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is realy made from all this things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not spek
I tried to get up but I couldnt find my feet
She reassutred me with an unfamilliar line
And thene she gives to me more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is realy made from all this things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice it size
And left me cravin for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
Strawberries cherries and angels kiss in spring
My summer wine is realy made from all this things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
song performed by by Scooter
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The expression a woman wears on her face is far more important than the clothes she wears on her back.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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Cowboy rides a stallion
In the Desert, a Cowboy rides a stallion,
An Outlaw, a Hero, his name is Mr. McCallion
He says Rules are for the fools
Morals good for the moron
With his shining Spurs, he drives his stallion
Here with the winds now you see comes Mr. McCallion
In the mid of the day, When the group of bandit rob the bank
Like the hero, he appear, from the bullets he save Sheriff Frank
People comes to offer him thank
But he remains calm and dank
Sets his Hat and he moves on
Salute the Mayor and say Good Bye John
His horse in thirst and his boots in mud
From his jacket he wash dirty blood
He enters the saloon, full of womanhood girls
They come and wink and kiss and swirl
Finish his drink, and walks to his stallion
Girls shout, come again Mr. McCallion
It is night and with some Apache, he sleeps in the camp
Full moon above, and twinkling stars work as a lamp
He sleeps to wake up again for new Dawn
With the rays of sun, stretch his arms and yawn
Drink some whiskey
And he is fine, but Frisky
Wears his shining spurs, hat, boot and sit on his steed
Steed is none other but finest mustang breed
He starts again to ride
With no destination and crave no more for bride
In the Desert, a cowboy rides a stallion
An Outlaw, a Hero, his name is Mr. McCallion
poem by Dave Tanwar
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Holiday At Race Course
Went to race course dismissing idea of casino.
It was really something different to go.
I was excited to watch some thing live
instead losing in gamble in smoky light.
Horse race, a joint work of man and animal,
again a combination of sports and gamble.
Accompanied my friend who was bit experienced,
he selected racetrack and horse to win the bet.
The pony looked having better winning chance
judged he was happy, peppy and eager to race.
Jockey was also smart and had good ride style
I did nothing but followed my friend with smile.
I too dared to risk my ten dollars on same pony,
it was unknown, on whom we put the money.
It's past performance matrix and about training,
even about the jockey we were not knowing.
Lucky day was it, for the horse chosen by us
We returned happy, added few dollar to vault
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Only a Jockey
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
Out on the track where the night shades still lurk,
ere the first gleam of the sungod's returning light
Round come the racehorses early at work.
Reefing and pulling and racing so readily,
Close sit the jockey-boys holding them hard,
"Steady the stallion there -- canter him steadily,
Don't let him gallop so much as a yard."
Fiercely he fights while the others run wide of him,
Reefs at the bit that would hold him in thrall,
Plunges and bucks till the boy that's astride of him
Goes to the ground with a terrible fall.
"Stop him there! Block him there! Drive him in carefully,
Lead him about till he's quiet and cool.
Sound as a bell! though he's blown himself fearfully,
Now let us pick up this poor little fool.
"Stunned? Oh, by Jove, I'm afraid it's a case with him;
Ride for the doctor! keep bathing his head!
Send for a cart to go down to our place with him" --
No use! One long sigh and the little chap's dead.
Only a jockey-boy, foul-mouthed and bad you see,
Ignorant, heathenish, gone to his rest.
Parson or Presbyter, Pharisee, Sadducee,
What did you do for him? -- bad was the best.
Negroes and foreigners, all have a claim on you;
Yearly you send your well-advertised hoard,
But the poor jockey-boy -- shame on you, shame on you,
"Feed ye My little ones" -- what said the Lord?
Him ye held less than the outer barbarian,
Left him to die in his ignorant sin;
Have you no principles, humanitarian?
Have you no precept -- "Go gather them in?"
Knew he God's name? In his brutal profanity
That name was an oath -- out of many but one.
What did he get from our famed Christianity?
Where has his soul -- if he had any -- gone?
Fourteen years old, and what was he taught of it?
What did he know of God's infinite Grace?
Draw the dark curtain of shame o'er the thought of it
Draw the shroud over the jockey-boy's face.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Take wisdom from the wise - not everyone who rides a horse is a jockey.
The horse I bet on was so slow, the jockey kept a diary of the trip.
quote by Henny Youngman
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I was too heavy to be a jockey and too honest to be a producer, so I became a writer.
Before I was an actor I was an apprentice jockey, and now I'm out there racing against boys, sort of the spokesperson for people over 50 that they can do it.
quote by Davy Jones
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Halku - 69
strong wind
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jockey on the horse,
have the white slip, on the head,
is losing the rate
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Fake Plastic Trees
Her green plastic watering can for her fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself,- it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man,
A cracked polystyrene man who just
Crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always
Wins and it wears him out.
She looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love.
But I cant help the feeling.
I could blow through the ceiling.
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out.
If I could be who you wanted all the time.
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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