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The Batchelors Song
Like a Dog with a bottle, fast ti'd to his tail,
Like Vermin in a trap, or a Thief in a Jail,
Or like a Tory in a Bog,
Or an Ape with a Clog:
Such is the man, who when he might go free,
Does his liberty loose,
For a Matrimony noose,
And sels himself into Captivity;
The Dog he do's howl, when his bottle do's jog,
The Vermin, the Theif, and the Tory in vain
Of the trap, of the Jail, of the Quagmire complain.
But welfare poor Pug! for he playes with his Clog;
And tho' he would be rid on't rather than his life,
Yet he lugg's it, and he hug's it, as a man does his wife.
poem by Thomas Flatman
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The clog and amida are both from the same piece of wood.
I pray to God that
Topsoil runoff does not clog
The Mississippi
haiku by Edwin Tanguma (29 August 2012)
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The mid-day sun is too much for most eyes; one is dazzled even with its reflection. Be careful that too broad and high an aim does not paralyze your effort and clog your springs of action.
quote by Learned Hand
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Although the Internet makes it seem as if you have a direct connection to the securities market, you don't. Lines may clog; systems may break; orders may back-up.
quote by Arthur Levitt
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Every rustic who delivers in the village alehouse his slow, infrequent sentences, may help to kill or keep alive the fatal superstitions which clog his race.
quote by William Kingdon Clifford
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Bigotry.
How often our beliefs more than our doubts
Ruin and mar us here, clog the soul's feet,
And shackle the heart's best impulses so,
That for Heaven's love we do inhuman things,
And with a (Unclear quietude
Hear babes moan in the everlasting fire!
poem by Robert Crawford
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When we can say "no" not only to things that are wrong and sinful, but also to things pleasant, profitable, and good which would hinder and clog our grand duties and our chief work, we shall understand more fully what life is worth, and how to make the most of it.
quote by Charles A. Stoddard
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This week I was proud to join with my colleagues to help pass two important, common-sense pieces of legislation that will limit the frivolous lawsuits by trial attorneys and personal injury lawyers that clog our courts and hurt our small businesses.
Renewed Self After Being Broken By Love's Illusion
you are not my reason anymore
for my arguments
i am my own reason
i chart my own matrices
i situate myself and
then claim my freedom
it is not easy to be weak
it is too inhuman for me to surrender
who are you? a tumor to my brain
a clot to my blood
a clog to my vein
i shall remove you from my system
i have more maps to draw
more places to hide
i am not afraid even if you hold me
i am hard as a nail i am slimy as my ulcer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crying For Nothing
The drops from my eyes are of perfect water,
This is my demonstration, my reaction and emotion;
Suddenly tears well and clog my eyes,
I am tortured by a remembrance so powerful.
This thought is announced and
Collected from a period of adventure.
The age of happiness is so soon I guess,
Activity of the mind sways and dies
As I recover from an attack on my personage.
It came from an angel, I estimate,
But indeed the love inside needs to reconsider
The facts so well-known and unknown.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Uses
AH, from the niggard tree of Time
How quickly fall the hours!
It needs no touch of wind or rime
To loose such facile flowers.
Drift of the dead year's harvesting,
They clog to-morrow's way,
Yet serve to shelter growths of Spring
Beneath their warm decay.
Or, blent by pious hands with rare
Sweet savors of content,
Surprise the soul's December air
With June's forgotten scent.
poem by Edith Wharton
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Something In Context Loses Its Content
I hope you aren't sitting on everything that is said?
I hope something is taken away,
And the rest is put to bed.
Trying to remember everything,
Can and will clog your head.
Like trying to comprehend...
Why the use of a verb,
Pronoun.
Or even the style of something you've read.
Opposes to 'why' it is written instead!
Or a preposition used that ends a sentence?
When a proposition...
May be a desired modification,
To proclaim a predication!
And something in context loses its content,
To come to make little sense.
Even when re-read again...
Whatever has been written to be read,
Will have a period applied to emphasis the end.
Or an exclamation like this-->!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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030810 I'm Alone It's Not Fair
i'm running cold water on my hands
playing with scented soap bubbles
let me wash this dishes instead
while i reminisce days you were here
you're standing on that corner by fridge
with yellow towel drying dishes and glasses
then out of the blue we ran outside
we watched balloons passed by
very colorful once, i wonder if they saw us
from up there with all that billowing noise
my neck got stiff, you went and sit
then somebody scream 'flooding'
yes, water running out of the kitchen
drain clog up with unfinished food
it took us the whole day cleaning
i was poof and you're still smiling
it's very comforting being there
now i'm alone it's not really fair
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Autobiography Of A Snowflake
In a Nimbostratus cloud I formed.
a trooper of the coming storm.
From a droplet, cold, alone,
my Starry crystal flake was formed
Expelled from my Eden by the wind
Thus did my descent begin.
Swarovski can’t produce my equal.
I’m unique- they’ll be no sequel.
Perhaps I’ll help cover your grass
Or, with the others, clog your paths.
On roads I’ll make your rear wheels slide
And make you wish you’d stayed inside
I glide in, glittering, past street lights
The earth already wrapped in White
Surprised I am to melt so young
captured on your daughter’s tongue.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Ability to Listen
As relevant to teaching...
Is one's ability to listen!
With an offering that is welcomed...
And felt with no need to mention.
Expectations to comprehend,
To advice given...
Doesn't always flow as it should,
When discussions are intended.
When an unclosed mouth,
Refuses to shut.
Misunderstandings start to clog...
Like a fog that clouds.
With an abruptness allowed.
As if this protects...
Someone too proud.
No matter who shouts,
To get their point across and out...
Someone has to reconsider,
The importance of communication!
That triggers the lips to lessen the quips.
With a sharing of agreements witnessed,
And done to enhance drifting reputations...
A continuance to exist!
With a respect kept exchanged.
Remaining high on anyone's list!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tripping...
you go places
riding on a bus
transferring to a boat
sitting for a moment
on a port
seeing people disembarking
on a plank of wood
outside a launch
you see children lifted by their fathers
mothers with umbrella
sunny days
a line of green trees along the
seemingly endless road
more days to
circumnavigate an island
of white sands
night when you are alone with
everyone
staying for a while
checking their bags and
clothes
days are going fast
passing you by
on wish not to hold on any hour
you flow
like a river, yes always like a river
not a part of you wishing a clog
a barrier
you are like a rubber stretched
nothing snaps
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Midst Of An Emergency
If the issues you have,
Only center around you and your way of life.
And how you have decided to live...
Why are your expectations as to how I should re-act,
With the knowing of that...
Should come to upset you with disappointment?
When was the last time you listened to anything I suggested?
And calling 911 to your home to taste an overbaked chicken,
I don't consider as being urgent.
I don't.
Maybe many others do.
But I don't.
And know this,
Your previous 'crisis' before that one...
Was, in fact, my last.
Especially when you expected me to cancel my dentist appointment.
To declare yourself to be in the midst of an emergency,
Only to admit a need to rush to the mall...
To purchase a pair of shoes you saw advertised on sale.
You don't realize just how petty and trivial the living of your life is,
Do you?
You don't realize at all others exist to experience more of life,
To witness...
Do you?
Who put that self importance in your head for it to clog?
Who did that to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More
Dear, why make you more of a dog than me?
If he do love, I burn, I burn in love;
If he wait well, I never thence would move;
If he be fair, yet but a dog can be.
Little he is, so little worth is he;
He barks, my songs thine own voice oft doth prove:
Bidden perhaps he fetcheth thee a glove,
But I unbid, fetch ev'n my soul to thee.
Yet while I languish, him that bosom clips,
That lap doth lap, nay lets in spite of spite
This sour-breath'd mate taste of those sugar'd lips.
Alas, if you grant only such delight
To witless thngs, then Love I hope (since wit
Becomes a clog) will soon ease me of it.
poem by Philip Sidney
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A snowflake’s Revenge
My brother died upon a tongue
But now I with my legions come
Pelting down like frosty rain
with drifts up to your window pane.
Your women to the market race
As if food won’t be seen again
And you make your Home Depot run
As if some salt will stop my friends
We clog your walks and bury cars
And all your transportation snarl
With Blizzard force my winds do blow
blinding those who walk below.
No force of Sanitation will
chase us hence from whence we spill
Nor shall your shovels pitiful
Make much dent in what we will.
Your plans all ruined- Quel Domage!
Stay inside for all I care
Venture out to shovel me
And freeze your butt off if you dare..
poem by John F. McCullagh
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