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I have voted to make tough decisions in budgetary times, I've served on two recessionary budgets, my opponent has never served on any a budget committee where there was less money to spend than the year before.
quote by Matt Gonzalez
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Three Wives Of A Mandarin
Lawful wife.
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.
Concubine
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served – duck: fat and heavy;
Should a mandarin be deprived of children -
Concubine is needed for a mandarin.
Maid
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served - preserves and marmalade.
Why the two of you are in his house?
Every night a new woman he desires.
Mandarin
There is no more wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is hot red pepper.
Silence! O you: bunch of silly blabbers,
Dare you laughing at the poor old mandarin.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Seduced
Cheerios with bursting cinnamon dust,
Over sliced banana in a bowl of soy milk,
Breakfast is served.
Succulent sautéed shrimp over angel hair,
With melting mozzarella in a white plate,
Lunch is served.
Romaine spinach dressed with vinegarette,
Cherry tomatoes, raisins, pineapple cubes,
Dinner is served.
Then she sensed creamy caramel macchiato,
That’s calling for her not too far from home,
Starbucks is there.
Amaretto Cheesecake with Madeliene Crust,
Staring at her in an eyeful blast of seduction,
She checked in.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Blood shared
Blood shared / mmm, served on romantic dinner / bo'friend, gil'friend starving as if donated. / thick as they were /in their hands fock n knife were, /in dark like ghost they were /the way they wear /you can't recognise what they were. /frozen like red-frozen yougurt /served as disert /expensiv they were. /crime so high currently /like Zim currency. /thee gil'friend knowing not where the blood from. / at other room / gil'friend sister lying there soulessly / as her blood served on romantic dinner dish. /bo'friend neva introduced to soulsister. /yet the blood they shared
poem by Stephen Raseona
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Make No Attempt to Compliment
When the initiative is taken,
To inflict upon another heartbreak.
Expect to feel the remnants of it.
Or see bits and pieces served upon a plate.
Eat it.
With a hopeful wish...
There has been an invitation,
To taste dessert.
And what has been served,
Has been deserving.
And a forgiveness forthcoming,
Will be mutually delicious.
If expectations are there and desired,
To again share the same menu!
If not...
Make no attempt to compliment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Notforgettin'
Before that sacred holy flickering tv-screen
You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests
You keep your VCR running almost constantly
Afraid to miss out on something happening on channel three
You zap from channel one to two look what they have done to you
You live from staged realities and fakes
Channel three then four and five you double check your tv-guide
Re-enacted lives to keep you awake
Life is served
Here every taste will find our satisfaction guarantee
On the never sleeping flickering screen
You keep watching this truly weird masquarade
The flickering screen enchants you your truly all enslaved
Nostalgia sports and comedies, cops cartoons and tragedies
Remote control at hand you sit enslaved
Washing powder and apple pies re-runs soaps and Jesus Christ
Anytime is time to zap the world away
Life is served...
We're your tellyvisions
You zap from channel one to two...
Nostalgia sports and comedies...
Life is served...
song performed by by Quorthon
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Television
Before that sacred holy flickering tv-screen
You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests
You keep your VCR running almost constantly
Afraid to miss out on something happening on channel three
You zap from channel one to two look what they have done to you
You live from staged realities and fakes
Channel three then four and five you double check your tv-guide
Re-enacted lives to keep you awake
Life is served
Here every taste will find our satisfaction guarantee
On the never sleeping flickering screen
You keep watching this truly weird masquarade
The flickering screen enchants you your truly all enslaved
Nostalgia sports and comedies, cops cartoons and tragedies
Remote control at hand you sit enslaved
Washing powder and apple pies re-runs soaps and Jesus Christ
Anytime is time to zap the world away
Life is served...
We're your tellyvisions
You zap from channel one to two...
Nostalgia sports and comedies...
Life is served...
song performed by by Quorthon
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How Do You Like Your Love Served
Yeah, tonights your night, baby.
Whatever you want, whatever you need, its on me.
Oh, how do you like your love served? tell me what you think you deserve.
How do you like it?
How do you like it, how do you like it, baby?
How do you like your love served? girl, just give me the word.
How do you like it?
Here I am for your pleasure. I just wanna make you happy, girl.
Baby, no no no pressure.
Satisfaction guaranteed, if you want full service, baby, pull up on me.
I wanna caress you, and maybe undress you, oh yeah.
And maybe undress ya, oh yeah
Ill do all of that and more, give you the love that youve been waiting for.
I wanna fulfill you, oh, I swear that Ill thrill you, oh yeah.
Give you all the love you need. may I take your order, please?
How do you like your love served? tell me what you think you deserve.
How do you like it? I wanna know how you like your love served.
How do you like your love served? girl, just give me the word.
How do you like it? I wanna know. come on, say the word!
Oh, just tell me what you want, baby. I know I got the things you need.
Im here to serve you. girl, you can cout on me.
Oh, appetizers start at nine, main course starts at ten.
When all of that is finished, girl, the dessert begins.
And thats when I caress you, mayble undress you.
Give you all of that and more. give you the love that youve been waiting for.
I wanna fulfill you, fulfill you, fulfill you.
Oh, I swear that Ill thrill you, yeah.
Give you all the love you need. may I take your order, please?
How do you like your love served? tell me what you think you deserve.
How do you like it? oh, yeah, I wanna know what ya like, what ya want, what ya need!
How do you like your love served? girl, just give me the word.
How do you like it? tell me everything that ya want.
Tell me everything that you need.
Ill serve it on a silver platter. any way you want it dont matter.
Ill give it to you like you like it. girl, I wanna do it all night.
Give it to you like you need, baby, you dont have to beg or plead.
I wanna be there for ya. girl, you know I adore ya.
Tell me how you like, tell me how you like it, baby.
Tell me how you like, tell me how you like it, baby.
{fade--}
song performed by by New Edition
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Wife
You adopted my home as yours.
I deserted your home forever.
You cooked for me and served me.
You mothered my children.
You served as a waiter for me.
You wore gold and silks for me.
I own all that is yours.
You own all as mine.
No traces will have survived in your name.
Everything stays as my legacy.
Yes, wife is a martyr of the adopted home.
04.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A different test
What is fine and where to dine
It is to be served only with wine?
I want it to be served at its best
When I am there at complete rest
Different test at different time
Sometime may amount committing to crime
I have all dreams to come true
i have tested and gone through
It is what I am today
Gone was bad yesterday
I wait for bright day
Let people find it as best way
I shall stand alone amidst the crisis
Broad smile but no emphasis
Let them thin and enjoy in their own style
I shall watch them for a while
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Served
I served the man with pocket-money,
Out of a slender fund - the accumulated savings.
My parts and wholes of volumes of work
Ganged up on me, and I fed others with facts.
I had an intention, and a law, for the saying
That was mine, flowing forwards with height.
The tsunami of blessings smothered me
With heartache, as the books so read were beneficial.
I served the profession well, of reading I was first,
In this well of knowing was my prize,
For I became a knowledge in fairness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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He Who Serves
He has not served who gathers gold,
Nor has he served, whose life is told
In selfish battles he has won,
Or deeds of skill that he has done;
But he has served who now and then
Has helped along his fellow men.
The world needs many men today;
Red-blooded men along life's way,
With cheerful smiles and helping hands,
And with the faith that understands
The beauty of the simple deed
Which serves another's hour of need.
Strong men to stand beside the weak,
Kind men to hear what others speak;
True men to keep our country's laws
And guard its honor and its cause;
Men who will bravely play life's game
Nor ask rewards of gold and fame.
Teach me to do the best I can
To help and cheer our fellow man;
Teach me to lose my selfish need
And glory in the larger deed
Which smoothes the road, and lights the day
For all who chance to come my way.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Accuse Me For Being Embittered
It has been convenient for these creeps to lie.
And award themselves positions of power.
Someone assigned to monitor,
The proper and correct use of the law.
Has stated how he has served in Viet Nam.
Without a bit of this experience.
And I spent time in the military...
During that era.
Losing my comrades, neighbors and friends.
And this pretentious man can make claims...
How he served with them.
Accuse me for being embittered.
Apologies I'll never make for it!
And he represents a region,
Where deceit, theft...
And the bigots and the racists reign.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Midst Of Creating Conflict
Wishing for a past to return to relive,
Has to be those wishes made by the ones...
Doing a procrastinating done.
They did it then and still do now.
And there are many living,
Who believe they are owed to be served.
As if for no other reason they exist.
To live to criticized to bemoan their failures.
And the ones who go unnoticed,
With a sacrificing done to condone...
Take no one or anything for granted.
With a doing not to complain or it shown.
And...
Often those believing they are owed to be served,
Are in the midst of creating conflict...
Anywhere they are allowed to critique and whine.
With a finding of doing this as fulfilling their purpose.
As if to make their presence known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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General Christiaan De Wet At Doornberg
(after David Naude)
In the dust lay de Wet's son;
he prayed to God, further did not say a word,
traitors came under a white flag,
spied for the British before the battle;
it was very sad to see
while a brave man served his country.
On his hands was his own son's blood
but he still gave courage to his men
causing the British and traitors to loose,
driving them back over the Zant River
winning more fame in the world's eyes
while a brave man served his country.
The British had fled past Winburg
to avoid general de Wet's commando,
some of the traitors were very scared
when the Boer commando captured them;
in de Wet's eyes God was still providing,
while a brave man served his country.
[Reference: 'Die slag van Doornberg' ('The battle at Doornberg' by David Naude.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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On the Just and the Unjust
OUTCAST, a horror to his kind,
At night he to the forest fled.
There, the birch-bark made fire for him,
The brown fern made a bed.
The river murmured lullaby,
The moisty mosses breathed of balm,
The clean stars carried light to him,
Unterrified and calm.
Aye, as they would have served a saint
Freely all served the guilty guest.
They only saw their Father’s son,
And brought their brother rest.
poem by Blanche Edith Baughan
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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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Excuses
Why no one will help me
I am too dumb I am too smart
They'll not understand me
I am lonely
They'll hate me
And there is not enough time
It's too hard to help me
And god wants me to work
No resting no lazy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked in my own cell
I'm too far from home
It takes far too much energy
And I cannot afford to
No one will ever see me
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me blocked
They've kept me small
They've kept me safe inside my shell
Bringing this into the light
Shakes their foundation
And it clears my side
Now my imagination
Is the only thing that limits
The bar that is raised to the heights
No one can have it all see
I have to they want me to
And I can't let them down
I'll never be happy
These excuses how they served me so well
They've kept me safe
Theyve kept me small
Theyve kept me locked inside my cell
These excuses how they're so familiar
They've kept me small
They've kept me stoic
They've kept me locked inside my cell
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Rapid Hope Loss
You've come to say you wanted out
Well I can't say I blame you now,
Sometimes you got to fold before you're found out.
Thanks for waiting this long to show yourself,
because now that I can see you,
I don't think you're worth a 2nd glance.
So much for all the promises you've made, they served you well
Now you're gone and they're wasted on me.
So much for your endearing sense of charm, it served you well
Now it's gone and you're wasted on me.
You've come to say you wanted out,
but I can't say I blame you now,
Sometimes you got to fold before you're found out.
Well thanks, thanks for waiting this long to show yourself
to show yourself
because now that I can see you,
I don't think you're worth a 2nd glance.
So much for all the promises you've made, they served you well
Now you're gone and they're wasted on me.
So much for your endearing sense of charm, it served you well
Now it's gone and you're wasted on me.
I guess that all you got is all you're gonna get,
so much for, so much more.....
I guess that all you got is all you're gonna get,
so much for, so much more.....
Do what you want if that's what you wish,
I can't be a partner to this
you've got a sense that you were born with
You'll find a way to make things right.
I guess that all you got is all you're gonna get.
so much for, so much more....
I guess that all you got is all you're gonna get.
so much for, so much more-
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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Serve-by Cauchy3
Serve..
Peace is not served by lips.
Greed to plays at finger tips.
Care is not served by lips.
Greed as tyrants all will rip.
Wounds are split and fires are lit.,
Helms you men as dogs will sit.
Tyrants’ tails and heads may pass.
What a shame is master tasks.
---Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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