Ten ounces to all, eleven ounces to some, and a full twelve to no one.
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Ill luck comes by pounds and goes away by ounces.
The new Haitian baseball can't weigh more than four ounces or less than five.
quote by Jerry Coleman
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One gives by tons, but takes accounts by ounces.
Read critically, and you will find each word worth a thousand ounces of gold.
Follow Me
Pounds and ounces,
They have finished eating and drinking;
Horses and chariots,
Follow me and i will lead you on;
But there is no one like you my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Okyere
The price of wisdom is above rubies and,
He who is quick temperedacts foolishly;
But i am the food to the hungry always.
To my roots,
The evil will surely bow down before the righteous;
For i will share my love with you alone.
Oh Okyere, you need eight ounces of silver on my love;
Like Abraham and Isaac who stayed in Kiryah-Arba.
Come to me as well and,
Come and learn the muse of life;
For life itself is full of highways at times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eleven today
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Today you're eleven
That's nine add on two.
Now ten is behind you
And twelve is to come
When riding your bike
Don't fall on your bum.
A six and a five
Make eleven as well
Your maths are so good
This I don't need to tell.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Legs are eleven
But you've only TWO!
Eleven is better
Than ten any day
That's what I think
And I'm going to say:
'Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Eleven is lovely
And so too are you.'
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
quote by Christopher Morley
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What I know about Woman!
I thought
I know!
I know it!
I am really sorry!
I do not.
I, who is 'Me'
And the whole word
Aught to
Admit!
You do not need to use what you already know
Or
Rise and release your PH.D level
about what you know and 'Sorry I missed That.'
With A French Accent.
I do not know her
In close
Or by
Far.
I did not even know if she is playful
prideful,
Shy, or
LATÉ
type of woman;
Funny
And miserable
than me or two ounces or 4 quads extra.
So I do not claim
I know
something about
woman,
one
woman in particular,
ten,
Eleven.
or ten thousands
I do not know nothing
about woman,
women,
and the man I am?
I can not judge any more,
be out of the box.
Inside the box,
on top of it,
on top of
My feeling, or
My skin,
surfing over my clouds,
swimming through my veins.
I can not judge
and that is enough!
I am
Already out of box
and I am still a box
boxed
wired
weird funny creature.
from a faraway galaxy;
And for me
woman are funny too
except they have plans and exits
even for being funny
and not being funny at all.
So please do not ask
anything about
my experiences,
my skills,
my skin,
my eyes,
just take what you wan t
or just steal my skin
and dry it out.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Identity Of Moment
At twelve of night philosopher thinks with a cup of tea
At twelve of night exuded in dream
At twelve of night cloud of blue sky burns
At twelve of night strip by strip waves fall to ground
At twelve of night full moon flashes of light
At twelve of night horn of car strikes on door
At twelve of night couple enters into dwell of love
At twelve of night loud cry of progenitors comes
At twelve of night machinegun of devilish roars
At twelve of night whistles of train strikes
At twelve of night the red sun of monument raises.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Body Movements
I have in my arms an inner mechanism,
Yes legs, there is strong realism.
The body movements will remain
Loving our lessons and again.
I have all lesson and learning in this way,
My organs shall respond in a day.
Joys repeat as forces collect,
And the skeleton’s bones will connect
To prove ounces of flesh
Are exactly in this mesh.
My arms and legs and offal
Are in one single way lawful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Friend
There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things,
Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces and the names of funny Kings,
And the answer's always Sixpence or A Hundred Inches Long.
And I know they'll think me silly if I get the answer wrong.
So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright,
And says, 'Well, I say sixpence, but I don't suppose I'm right.'
And then it doesn't matter what the answer ought to be,
'Cos if he's right, I'm Right, and if he's wrong, it isn't Me.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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042211H only on friday
a box of fried fish, french fries
and sixteen ounces of root beer
for five bucks is wonderful price
that i will have patience to wait
this is not new york nor chicago
this is friday in southern state
they have these array of benches
facing calmn blue atlantic ocean
where waves are tampered to ripples
from newly built long water breaks
i can see sails from a distant flaunting
enough coldness for my french fries
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Save Their Flesh
I fear no people other than those facts,
Inner delight arises from nations.
Let lazy ideas spark and direct,
Open them and raise them after all.
Your fear is not like mine,
Lost in delight, your nation is now empty.
May fear design a future for facts,
So let people learn and learn more.
I fear the bodies put on our face,
Ounces of flesh are saved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Grotesque
My
Man
Says
I weigh about four ounces,
Says I must have hollow legs.
And then say I,
'Yes,
I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body.
There is nothing left of me.
You've burnt me dry.
You
Have
Run
Through all my veins in fever,
Through my soul in fever for
An endless time.
Why,
This small body is like an empty snail shell,
All the living soul of it
Burnt out in lime.'
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Number Games
one is sick.
two is acceptable.
three is not.
four is too friendly.
five is a pity.
six is empty.
seven is lucky,
eight is progressive.
nine is accommodating.
ten is perfect.
eleven is shopping.
twelve is apostolic.
thirteen is superstitious.
fourteen is risky
and so is fifteen
sixteen is ripe
eighteen is legal
nineteen is regal
twenty is full.
continue
counting the sheep
until you get
a very sound sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eleven
ELEVEN
Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
intrepid, courageous, becomingly bold,
awaiting the whistle to aim at the goal,
youth victory snatches to go for the gold.
Eleven in yellow, eleven in blue,
first warm up, then face out, they know what to do,
team practice their axis extended, each soul
feels ready, steels steady, heart heady, on cue.
Eleven enthusiasts, courage extolled,
engage without rage on the field that has told
long tales of hopes met or defeats swallowed whole,
on one ball all focus as onwards its rolled.
Eleven, eleven, well matched, tackle through,
a game which enflames passions partisan, true,
team work all important as each knows the role
to play so the day stays as record all view
Rupert Kensho Robin Le Saux written Chateaugiron 23 October 2006
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Eleven poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Too many church services start at eleven sharp and end at twelve dull.
quote by Vance Havner
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The Jailers Door
My blood pressure went up today
When the jailer said walk this way
It wasn’t his tone of voice you see
Rather the steel door that closed
Behind me
An impromptu visit it would be
To see a brother of the Cree
Incarcerated for living mischievously
40 ounces and a stolen car
Won’t get you very far
The police in hot pursuit
Didn’t give a hoot
That Victor did not steel the car
He said the ride was all he took
Now that’s enough for the lawman’s hook
He’ll do two year for this silly charge
Because the driver made them chase
Its jail house tooth paste
That subs for paste
I still think this is a real waste
A classic case of
Lawman’s employment security
poem by Nick krakana
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