That which has been eaten out of the pot cannot be put into the dish.
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Flaming Dragon Curry
On the menu, I spotted Flaming Dragon Curry,
But, to try this dish, I am in no particular hurry;
It has onions, red peppers, and chicken (diced) ,
Steeped in seasoning, herbs, and Indian spice.
I'd probably be sitting there with streaming eyes:
For me to try this dish, I think, would not be wise.
As well as watery eyes, my mouth would be on fire;
Neither of which is a sensation I particularly desire.
Five red chillies indicated it was the hottest dish there;
Certainly way too hot for my taste-buds to ever bear.
I consider that this curry is only for the very brave;
It is certainly not a dish that I would ever crave.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Eaten Alive
(b. gibb/m. gibb/m. jackson)
Animal stalking you at night
Im a sucker for someone
And I got the prey in sight
Lying on a bed of leaves
In the modern times
You forget and let your spirit breathe
Capture me my blood is red
Another victim of your ritual
For you my skin is shed
Ecstacy aint what you find
In the modern world
One flick of my tongue changes
The meaning of the world
And you say
Thats impossible
Thats not impossible to do, oh
And you digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cause youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Eaten alive
I dont ever wanna be
Eaten alive
Now I got you on the run
And the quicker my senses
And the chance is, Im the faster one
I know the universal law
Primeval times
With a little stimulation
Itll come once more, and you say
Thats impossible
Its not impossible to do, oh
And you digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cause youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust
You see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Eaten alive
I dont ever wanna be
Eaten alive
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cause youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust
You see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Tie me to a tree, crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave, anything you say
I dont ever wanna be eaten alive
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Gotta do her, crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave, anything you say
I dont ever wanna be, eaten alive
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Eaten Alive
Animal stalking you at night
Im a sucker for someone
And I got the prey in sight
Lying on your bed of leaves
In the modern times
You forget and let your spirit breathe
Capture me my blood is red
Another victim of your ritual
For you my skin is shed
Ecstasy aint what you find
In the modern world
One flick of my tongue
Changes the meaning of the word
And you say
Thats impossible
Its not impossible to do , oh
And you can digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust ,you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive , eaten alive
I dont ever wanna be , ha,ha, eaten alive , uh huh
Now I got you on the run
The quicker my senses
And the chance is Im the faster one
I know the universal law
Primeval times
With a little stimulation
Itll come once more
And you say
Thats impossible
Its not impossible to do , oh
And you can digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust , you see
I dont wanna get eaten live
To be eaten alive , eaten alive
I dont ever wanna be , ha ha , eaten alive , uh huh
(break)
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust ,you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive ,to be
Tie me to a tree , crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt , drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave , anything you say
I dont ever wanna be , ha ha , eaten alive , uh huh
(break)
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust , you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust , you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre dangerous
No more hearts I can trust , you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Gotta do her , crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt , drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave , anything you say
I dont ever wanna be , eaten alive
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Eve, Oh Eve
Why wouldn't Eve have eaten of the fruit?
Didn't she have a hand to reach out with,
Fingers with which to make a fist?
Didn't Eve have a stomach for feeling hunger,
A tongue for feeling thirst,
A heart with which to love?
Well, then, why wouldn't Eve have eaten of the fruit?
Why would she merely have suppressed her wishes,
Regulated her steps,
Subdued her thirst?
Why would she have been so compelled
To keep Adam moving around in the Garden of Eden all their lives?
Because Eve did eat of the fruit,
There is sky and earth.
Because she has eaten,
There are moon, sun, rivers, seas,
Because she has eaten, trees, plans and vines.
because Eve has eaten of the fruit
there is joy, because she has eaten there is joy.
joy, joy-
Eating of the fruit, Eve made a heaven of the earth.
Eve, if you get hold of the fruit
don't ever refrain from eating.
poem by Taslima Nasrin
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Icthus (JS#5)
Epiphany 5
Many fishes
Jesus fishes
Peter no fish
Jesus “pish pish “
Peter empty dish
Jesus full dish
Peter bare dish
Jesus extra dish
Peter one dish
Jesus many dishes
Peter fish
Jesus fishes
B.C. fish
A.D. fishes
B.C. Moses
A.D. Jesus
poem by James Hart
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Eaten Alive
(with diana ross)
Animal stalking you at night
Im a sucker for someone
And I got the prey in sight
Lying on a bed of leaves
In the modern times
You forget and let your spirit breathe
Capture me my blood is red
Another vitim of your ritual
For you my skin is shed
Ecstacy aint what you find
In the modern world
One flick of my tongue changes
The meaning of the world
And you say
Thats impossible
Thats not impossible to do, oh
And you digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
Chorus:
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cause youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Eaten alive
I dont ever wanna be
Eaten alive
Now I got you on the run
And the quicker my senses
And the chance is, Im the faster one
I know the universal law
Primeval times
With a little stimulation
Itll come once more, and you say
Thats impossible
Its not impossible to do, oh
And you digest what I can see
The taste of you can be
(chorus)
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cause youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Tie me to a tree, crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave, anything you say
I dont ever wanna be eaten alive
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
cos youre so dangerous
No more hearts I can trust, you see
I dont wanna get eaten alive
To be eaten alive
Gotta do her, crawl all over me
You can rip my shirt, drag me in the dirt
I will be your slave, anything you say
I dont ever wanna be, eaten alive
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Jigsaw
Here we hear that a perch stands for fish or for pole, -
though this pole can be twenty four feet long or square –
or a pole upon which
a kingfisher can perch
before diving to fish for his dinner dish.
Don’t consider it rude if we add that a rood
is the same as a perch, or a pole or a rod,
and a rood is a Cross, so please don’t become cross
as we must get across that this cross can be square, -
and this square cross can lengthwise be measured – so there!
A pole, too, is a fish, somewhat flounderish
with fine fins which swish and a face like a dish.
Thus kingfisher must fish for his dish, and that dish is a dish,
so lets face it in anguish, - a dish is a dish is a fish!
As a face is a head, and a head is a poll
which tells who is ahead, or shows what each prole
thought of what someone said:
and a wat, as all know, is a temple Cambo –
all the sages who sow seeds of wisdom say, - oh,
to all this don’t say ‘No! ’
Then watt brings us a light which shines down in the night, -
though this seems ‘out of sight’, you should now see the light, -
that kingfishers alight as they perch on their pole
ere they pounce on their poll
for to search for their perch,
for the soul of the sole in the shoal.
What rude fishermen do
before rod poles align
with a line from their perch to their perch.
Like the kingfisher too, bird of brilliant hue,
is our parrot, Poll, who is no stranger to you.
When he’s not being rude he tends somewhat to brood
or repeat through and through, as in these lines I do.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Haven't Done My Homework!
I haven't done my homework Dad!
(Dad) Well my boy that's very bad!
But Dad my homework book got eaten!
(Dad) Don't lie to me or you'll get a beat'n!
But Dad it's true my book has gone!
(Dad) Now my son you're very wrong!
I saw it on the kitchen table
I do not like your silly fables
But Dad the Dog has eaten it
I saw him eat it, every bit!
(Dad) OK my son I've had it now!
It's homework time, dont want a row!
Ask your mum where it could be
I want it done before your tea!
(Mum) Oh my son you'll never guess
I put it on the floor
and the dog has eaten it
and your homework book's no more!
poem by Alex Skerratt
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Does Anyone Wish to Gargle With Mint
Well...
Now that we all are here,
And seem to have eaten...
Reluctantly,
A bit of unsweetened crow.
Let us keep in mind,
We still have heights to climb.
And although it is known,
We all have eaten a bit of crow...
Let's not stop,
Removing other stumbling blocks.
Too much is still there,
To keep out awareness expanding.
Well...
Now that we all are here,
And seem to have eaten...
Reluctantly,
A bit of unsweetened crow.
Does anyone wish to gargle with...
Mint or lime flavored mouthwash?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Age
We are living in this aga and the age to come,
And my own vinyard is before you;
But hear oh heavens and give ear to my words oh earth,
For that which was once eaten will be eaten again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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First Nibbled to Munch
There is more!
Much much more,
Of this to come.
More than you may welcome.
More to deliver...
Than the total sum,
Of those who bring none!
And when you wish it to be done...
More of this awaits.
Either satisfy or deny your appetities.
Pile this upon your mental plates!
Some of it will be spicey to taste...
Leaving not a dropp of it to resist.
Or disappear with the infighting...
Over who gets the last crumb!
There is more!
Much much more,
Of this to come.
More of this is in the oven.
Prepared to dish...
For those who chanced,
To feast and sit!
Digesting it and not thinking at all...
Why they are not getting sick of it!
And the chef delights,
Observing what is being served...
First nibbled to munch,
To addict those who lick!
Those who sat,
Receiving in disbelief.
As each morsel of this is eaten...
And devoured undisturbed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Communication Revolution Model?
1) The old man and the sea, catching a big fish whose flesh had been
eaten by sharks
2) The young artist whose effort and artwork has been eaten by
con-artists in he name of community development and substainability
3) The experienced and talented whose works has been eaten by an
psedu-art agent
4) equal dialogue beyond situational dialogue without incentive
and performative
language
where is the honest communication which can raise, creat and
change true intellectual
and behavioural education realms?
COMMUNICATION REVOLUTION!
The Digger's Song
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff,
Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain
behind,
Just another shovelful and that'll be enough,-
Now we'll take it to the bank and see what we can
find,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Gently let it circulate, there's music in the swish,
And the tinkle of the gravel,
As the pebbles quickly travel
Around in merry circles on the bottom of the dish.
Ah, if man could only wash his life, if he only could,
Panning off the evil deeds, keeping but the
good,
What a mighty lot of digger's dishes would be sold,
Though I fear the heap of tailings would be greater
than the gold,
Give the dish a twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
Man's the sport of circumstance however he may
wish,
Fortune! are you there now?
Answer to my prayer now,
And drop a half ounce nugget in the bottom of
the dish.
Gently let the water lap, keep the corners dry,
That's about the place the gold will generally stay,
What was that bright particle that just then
caught my eye?
I fear me by the look of things 'twas only yellow
clay,
Just another twirl around,
Let the water swirl around,
That's the way we rob the river of its golden fish,
What's that? can't we snare a one?
Don't say that there's ne'er a one,
Bah, there's not a colour in the bottom of the dish.
poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Names Are Special
My names are special, extra special and more,
The need for food is increased by the age and maturity.
Names laugh and cry like certain cookery ingredients
For a rich dish, or a casserole, or a pudding.
Food is eaten from the day that was the first
To the last and final day of your period on this world.
You must accept those with surnames,
And let no snake interfere, just let no adder crawl.
The devils hide their names,
But do not and do not copy them
For your names are not hidden,
For people need you and their attention is on you.
Names are revered, and their calling is exact,
May you leave us and join the brigade of Life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Towel Dried
Tempestuous.
Giving out moody pickings
On a plate!
Watching and waiting
To sting with allure.
Bringing every dish eaten...
On a table.
To sit and stare and tease!
With lusting eye contact!
Tempestuous.
Rage.
Calm.
Heat to warm with cold shoulder,
Sometimes...
Hot and bothered!
And churning with fury!
Tempestuous!
Snatched and used.
Thrusts slow to a sigh and snore!
Nothing bores this rocking ship.
Wet with sweat collected.
Hugging with nakedness accepted.
To sleep forgiving...
And towel dried!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because we only feed in the United States less than 1 per cent of the meals, most of them are eaten elsewhere. Most meals are eaten at home. So to make McDonald's the target is not going to solve the problem.
quote by Jim Cantalupo
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Smorgasbord
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Some like their women short, some like them tall
Ill take them any size cause I love them all
Im just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
Thats smorgasbord
Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
Ill take the dish I please, please the dish I take
Im just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
Thats smorgasbord
Mmm
Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind
I go for all the belles except the wedding kind
Im just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
Thats smorgasbord
Some like their women short, some like them tall
Ill take them any size cause I love them all, mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
Ill take the dish I please, please the dish I take
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Dining Table
A lavish dinner has arisen from the depths of cookery,
One blade is too many, one knife can cut and kill.
The food of heaven is a dish too fine, and plenty
Of it is causing the belly to be satisfied, with the mind at ease.
The supper is splendid of course, sumptuous,
So splendid, and it hurts inside the mouth with the tongue.
So much has been fulfilled lately, that I cringe,
And I mutter to myself the illnesses all absent.
A dinner is a food collected by cooks, eaten by heroes,
The many who dine are liking comfort and heat.
The table is abolished as we see it be empty
And more like a table too dirty, once too full.
poem by Naveed Akram
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