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Forgiven
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Merit recognises
Merit recognises merit
Poet recognises poet
Water goes to water
Man befriends man.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Hunger
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle among roses
By the one who is sex hungry.
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle in a pudding
By the one who is food hungry.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A man who never recognises is mistakes will never know peace.
Beetle Time (Fun Poem 29)
I saw a little beetle,
on my way home one day.
“Excuse me Mr Beetle,
would you have the time?
You see I’ve left my watch at home.”
He looked up at me.
“Now let me see.
In the morning,
my shadow is in the west.
At noon,
I have no shadow at all.
In the afternoon,
my shadow is in the east.
Now I would put the time
right now at three o’clock,
because my shadow is north east.”
(2 July 2007)
poem by David Harris
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Flowers’ Nature
Forever the flowers and soil laugh,
Loveliness created me now
In forms of words and oceans.
The sea of grass manufactures
The mandibles of my beetle.
I am my beetle and I dine
On the heavenly clay.
Such flowers on earth are unequal,
For this time moments are made to me
Like the oceans and lands of sin.
Worst crimes fall in the row
And so ranks-and-files submit
To the flowerbeds, the florets,
And the plants of green leaves.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Our Constitution recognises no other power than that of persuasion, for enforcing religious observances.
quote by Richard Mentor Johnson
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Everyone I have spoken with so far recognises the need for the IRA to respond positively and every has said sooner is better than later and I think there is some concern if it does continue to delay much longer that the situation isn't going to remain the same.
quote by Mitchell Reiss
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Seeking the Elixir
Why is it I’m scared of slipping beyond the hearth?
Why is it I’m scared of being buried in the earth?
Ground down into ashes, the sacred charred at length
Spit roasted upon the flame, stripped of flesh, stripped of strength.
Hell bent hounds, three headed monstrosities
Bound on closing in, eyes of animosity
Seeking the Elixir the cure to their ailment
Seeking a Queen to lure into descent
Absorbed into madness, Insanity no longer recognises her face
No longer recognises her faith in a world of rag doll features
A world of weather torn creatures sleeping as our mothers creeps,
Invisible by twilights embrace, Her features weep more week by week
Steadfast in her faith. Searching the desert delving, absorbed into the barren,
Shirtless, flirting with the devil by the roadside, the devil she may hide.
poem by David Lacey
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A Dream
Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:
‘O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.’
Pitying, I dropp'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
‘I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.’
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Cherry Avenue
And so you meet me
Down at the bar
7th and Cherry
That's where we are
And I promise not to take you down too far
Beetle takes a dollar
Benz will make a drink
Two will see you holler
No one wants to think
And it's que sera sera in black and pink
And so we dance
And my feet get lazy
All the stiffs here
They know I'm crazy for you
And so we dance
And the beat gets lost
And this jealous fool
Will pay the cost for you
On Cherry Avenue
Is this a crime
Or just a clever scheme
I want to make you mine
All your roads are green
And I promise not to show you what I've seen
Now it's closing time
Benz wipes down the bar
Beetle kills the lights
Cherry after dark
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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This constitution recognises the need for social dialogue involving labour and management; it involves trade unions in the decision-making process; it has a social vision founded on social dialogue.
quote by Jean-Pierre Raffarin
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A beetle is a beauty in the eyes of his mother.
In the eyes of its mother every beetle is a gazelle.
Win or lose, there's always Huyperian beetle snuff.
Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
Ataraxia (Media Intro)
today, medical science recognises that some folks arent helped by relaxing exercises
in cases of difficult tension and nervous apprehension, doctors are now prescribing medicine.
it makes those who fear their about to quit feel like their ready to begin.
bidding their darkened spirits good-bye for the calming peace of a cloudless sky.
song performed by by Everclear
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