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A Triolet
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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You Really Got Me
Lime green lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams
Lime green lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday and I give you a call
song performed by by Cure
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Wrong Number
Lime green lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes im seeing
Lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams
Lime green lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the snakes im seeing
Lime green and tangerine
Are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams
It gets to friday and i give you a call
"you know im getting kind of worried
No she doesnt seem herself at all...
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I've never seen her like this before..."
I had the best laid plans this side of america
Started out in church and finished with angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
"can you dig it?"
I had the best laid plans this side of america
Started out in church and finished with angelica
And now i dig in the dirt
And i'm down here for a while...
You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life
For one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life
For one more?
Burn red burn red red and gold
Are the deep dark colours of the snakes i hold
Burn red burn red and gold
Are the deep dark colours of the devil at home
"she pulls me down just as i'm trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
And starts digging in the dirt...
For a not so early bird it's the only way
For her to get the worm..."
I had the best laid plans this side of america
Started out in church and finished with angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
"can you dig it?"
I had the best laid plans this side of america
Started out in church and finished with angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow white smile
"can you dig it?"
And now i dig in the dirt
And i'll be down here for a while...
"hello? are you still there?"
"hello? are you still there?"
...and much too late...
"sorry, wrong number
song performed by by Cure
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The strong man's sport is the sickly man's death.
I was a sickly child, contracting tuberculosis at the age of five.
quote by Dinah Sheridan
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Waters Of Tyne
I cannot get to my love if I would die;
The water of Tyne runs between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see
I cannot get to my love, if I would die;
The water of Tyne runs between her and me
And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee,
Both sighing and sickly my sweetheart to see
Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinny?
Oh, where is the boatman? Bring him to me
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,
And I will remember the boatman and thee
Oh, bring me a boatman, I'll give any money,
And you for your troubles rewarded shall be
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
Or scull her across the rough river to me
song performed by by Sting
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I was a very sickly kid. While I was in the hospital at age 7, my Dad brought me a stack of comic books to keep me occupied. I was hooked.
I used to have a sickly friend who would move heaven and earth to get old sooner for fear of dying young.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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I don't know to what extent someone can BECOME an artist - you either are or you aren't - and if you are you'll HAVE to make your way to some kind of sickly light, no matter how terrible the soil you were seeded in your nature will out somehow.
quote by David Knopfler
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If we were living in ancient Rome or Greece, I would be considered sickly and unattractive. The times dictate that thin is better for some strange reason, which I think is foolish.
quote by Gwyneth Paltrow
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Healthy Labour.
The charm of labour is health's appetite,
For lack of which the clammy sinew is
A joyless power, and, like a hopeless heart,
Throbs to a sickly tune.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Do you not yet understand what has made woman what she is? Then see what the sickly taste and perverted judgment of man now admires in woman.
quote by Ernestine Rose
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Sugar Coated Poison
It whispers in your ear
Leading you down the path
To madness
And you follow it
It sounds so sweet
Everything it promises
Sugar-coated poison
Slowly it will consume
You until you are nothing
But it's pawn
Until you're not you
Anymore and you
Become it
Suductive and alluring
It has you trapped
In it's sickly sweet clutches
Your mind loses hold
Relinquishing control
As madness quickly decends
And you fade into darkness
poem by Autumn Winds
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Journalists are always calling my features Edwardian or Victorian, whatever that means. I am small, and people were smaller in those times. I'm pale and sickly-looking. I look fragile-like a doll. But sometimes I just wish I had less of a particular look, one that was more versatile.
quote by Helena Bonham Carter
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A Sickly Shade
Towers cooling bellow smoke into the purity of the skyline.
Tainting yellow, a sickly shade the skin of those fools
Who would dig a hole with the palms of their hands,
If only to find a spade.
poem by David Lacey
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumbling down
I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
It was stagger lee and billy
Two men who gambled late
Stagger lee threw a seven
Billy swore, he threw an eight
Stagger lee told billy,
I cant let you get away with that
Well, youve won all my money
And my brand new stetson hat
Stagger lee ran home
Went and got him his 44
Said, Im going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Said, i m going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Stagger lee went to the bar room
Boy, he stood across the bar room doors
Said, now, nobody move
And he pulled out his 44
Stagger lee, cried billy
Oh, please dont you take my life
I got me three little children
And a very sickly wife
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Got me three little children
And a very, very sickly wife
Stagger lee shot billy
Boy, he shot that poor boy so bad
That the bullet came thru billy
And went right thru the bartenders glass
While I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Well, he was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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A Story About A Wedding and My Friend and Poverty and Joblessness
i met an old classmate
today
at the wedding of
a newly appointed high school teacher
my ex-classmate is jobless and his wife
looks like
an old sickly monkey with less hair on her head
(forgive me but that is
the only possible
adjective that
i can give)
he is fat and feels like
a louse
(i am sorry
i am intruding into his
own feelings)
he does not like me
his eyes are shouting at me
possibly because we look the same
possibly because we too
feel the same
possibly because our wives look
like twins
possibly because the weather is bad
and people do not mind us
because everyone is hungry and
there is nothing much to eat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hypocrite
Don't cringe or whine
You little swine!
You're scared of the Truth
With all the cowardice of modern Youth,
But when you're old
You won't be bold,
You'll always live a total Lie,
You'll always have an alibi,
So go to Hell!
The world can't bear your sickly smell!
You're drowning in your Wishing Well
And I hear the tolling of the bell.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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