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My pith is hollow
I seem more than I am,
Thanks to the title I hold,
Thanks to the robe I wear.
My pith is hollow, I know.
27.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Tubes of Time and Memory
Don't become discouraged when your pith has turned to porridge,
For it happens to the best of us, you see,
Then you're placed back into storage for another face to forage,
Inside the tubes of Time and Memory.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Snipped At The Pith
How can they sit and accept,
Praying to be blessed
Without rejecting disrespect?
What are they protecting in devotions met?
There's too much emphasis on forgiveness...
And not on what giving respect gets!
How can they ask for more police protection?
When everyone in this condition...
Allowed this affliction to occur!
Is everyone living life on fun and lies?
Alibis and cries of abandonment?
And they say the ones who are sick,
Are the ones who leave scenes like these quick!
But fools cannot compare their ignorance with wisdom.
When they are the first to endorse their blight.
Fighting about who's wrong or right...
When both are wrong to be fighting,
With sightless vision!
How can they sit and accept,
Being blissfully ignorant
In a network that does not connect
Any form of common sense that recognizes,
It's in sync and in check! ?
They should be incensed!
Instead of nickle and diming
For a 'hit' that went to leave them,
Just where they are...
Snipped at the pith of compliance.
Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!
Snipped at the pith of compliance.
Loving it,
And being entertained.
Burning induced seduced drugged out brains.
And complaining!
Stuck with a conscious...
That's been unconsciously detained!
Substandard thoughts maintained,
Remain!
And the gain is with the ones who choose to flee!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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Be Good Johnny
Skip de skip, up the road
Off to school we go
Dont you be a bad boy johnny
Dont you slip up
Or play the fool
Oh no ma, oh no da,
Ill be your golden boy
I will obey evry golden rule
Get told by the teacher
Not to day-dream
Told by my mother:
Be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good be good (johnny)
Be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good (johnny)
Be good be good.
Are you going to play football this year, john?
No!
Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,
Are you johnny?
No! no! no!
Boy, you sure are a funny kid, johnny, but I like you! so tell me,
What kind of a boy are you, john?
I only like dreaming
All the day long
Where no one is screaming
Be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good be good (johnny)
Be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Be good be good be good
Johnny!
song performed by by Men At Work
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You're So Good
If you were an apple, I would take a bite
If you were a lemon, I would squeeze you tight
You're so good, I've got to have you
You're so good that nothing else matters
You're so good, you're so good, you're so good for me
If you were a penny, you'd be good as gold
If you were a snowball, I would love the cold
'Cause you're so good, I've got-got to have you
You're so good that nothing else matters
You're so good, you're so good, you're so good,
You're so good for me
If you were a candle, I would light your fire
And if you were hard labor, I would never tire
'Cause you're good, I've got-got to have you
You're so good that nothing else matters
You're so good, you're so good, you're so good
You're so good for me
You're so good for me
You're so good, you're so good, you're so good for me
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Law Of Nature
the tree is not here to please
us, that will be too much to require it
it is already too pleasing
with its shade and fruits and wood
we are trying to make it understand
it cannot, with
or without us the tree simply unloads
what it cannot keep forever
it is the law of nature embedded
in its barks
and pith
to simply give and not us why
to be all self-giving without asking anything
in return
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unity
Space is ample, east and west,
But two cannot go abreast,
Cannot travel in it two:
Yonder masterful cuckoo
Crowds every egg out of the nest,
Quick or dead, except its own;
A spell is laid on sod and stone,
Night and day were tampered with,
Every quality and pith
Surcharged and sultry with a power
That works its will on age and hour.
poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Work.
For thyself work, not for another, so
'Tis possible; else all thy worth is his
Whose maybe paltry payment scarce serves to
The base sufficing of thy bed and board:
And all thy days to this sad use are given,
Till age or sickness shall subdue thy pith,
And put thee on the Jewish mercy of
The monstrous world, ere like a brute's, alas!
Thy poor remainder finds a burial.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Good Books
Good Books, Good Rhymes,
Good Stories, Good Times,
Good Beginings, Good Ends,
Good Tragic. Good Trends.
Good Fiction, Good Facts,
Good Adventures, Good Acts,
Good Characters, Good Thoughts,
Good Sense Of Humor, Good Soughts.
This Is Our Good Friends,
Which Have No Demand, No Complaints.
It Is Read By All Over-
From President To Cooks.
Really It Is Our
GOOD BOOKS………..
poem by Kaushal Saboo
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Crab Apple
We've all sunken teeth into a sour ball.
Aghast at its bitter depths of beauty,
Hidden too appal like human nature.
Loves no different than this tutti-frutti
These golden orbs halve rouge with pith
They're shrunken skulls a coffins core.
With a taste alike, a dead suns, zenith!
O tang of death it's rancorous, tariff…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Playes Last Scene
This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,
My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,
And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt
My body, and soule, and I shall sleepe a space,
But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,
Whose feare already shakes my every joynt;
Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight,
And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell,
So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right,
To where they're bred, and would presse me, to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devill.
poem by John Donne
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The Compass.
Angels from Light,
Satan from Fire,
Man from Dust,
Man turns Dust!
Light has no pith,
No marrow in Fire,
Dust has a core;
Hot, cool and pure.
Many a Dimensions,
Millions of Hues,
Moods, Thoughts,
Passions and Emotions,
Only dust has it all.
No Origin, No End,
Still has a Mass;
‘Soul' we call the Compass.
poem by Tajudeen Shah
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Things mend
Things mend with the exposure; we need the heat, the cold,
The wind and rain to mould and reset our bearings to carry the old
And start afresh in new configurations bright with contentment
And lost illusions; but if the burdens too great
The gate will come off its hinges, the fence grate
The pavement and public places. Smiles can help the process
But isolation tears the pith from the prowess
And leads to the maw of a souless resentment.
poem by David Levitas
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So Good
Roy orbison/ bill dees
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba so good, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba so good
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba so good, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba so good
Its so good to have you near me. its so good to be with you
Its so good to have you touch me, its so good it cant be true
Good, so good, sweet and fine, good so good everytime
You got good, good love, so good and whether or not we marry or not
Ill feel the same cos what you got, I love a lot
And Ill never change youre so good, youre so good
Its so good to be close to you when you do the things you do
Im out of my mind for you youre so good, youre so good, youre so good
Have you got it, baby? yeah you got it, baby
Everything you say to me is beautiful, everything you do suits me fine
Youre so good, youre so good, youre so good, youre so good
Youre so good, youre so good, youre so good, youre so good
So good, so good, so good, so good
Hey, yeah yeah, youre so good, hey, yeah yeah, youre so good.....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Conjuration: To Electra
By those soft tods of wool,
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there
That paint the hemisphere;
By dews and drizzling rain,
That swell the golden grain;
By all those sweets that be
I'th' flowery nunnery;
By silent nights, and the
Three forms of Hecate;
By all aspects that bless
The sober sorceress,
While juice she strains, and pith
To make her philtres with;
By Time, that hastens on
Things to perfection;
And by your self, the best
Conjurement of the rest;
--O, my Electra! be
In love with none but me.
poem by Robert Herrick
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A Conjuration To Electra
By those soft tods of wool
With which the air is full;
By all those tinctures there,
That paint the hemisphere;
By dews and drizzling rain
That swell the golden grain;
By all those sweets that be
I' the flowery nunnery;
By silent nights, and the
Three forms of Hecate;
By all aspects that bless
The sober sorceress,
While juice she strains, and pith
To make her philters with;
By time that hastens on
Things to perfection;
And by yourself, the best
Conjurement of the rest:
O my Electra! be
In love with none but me.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Porpoise Song
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
Theres so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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