The ancient motto says: When you can eat the figs, prune the fig trees.
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Prune - prune businesses, products, activities, people. Do it annually.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Figs he calls figs, a spade a spade. [Said of a man who speaks with sincerity and means what he says.]
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
Motto And Morris
Motto and Morris,
With love in the air to catch your view!
And like the apples of love in the garden of peace,
But try to move up straight with your positive mind always.
Motto and Morris,
Come and share your love with me tonight;
For the colours of the rainbow are now seen up high,
And like leaders with workers inthe land of plenty.
See! !
I have heard the news;
Listen!
I have seen your lovely flower;
And like your motto and the muse of Morris,
But, love is in the air and you have to be very wise to come closer to it!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Motto For Life
My Motto,
if you can all it that
is very simple.
Help, Caring, Love and Comfort.
Help
where, whenever and whomever
whether they be a stranger or friend.
Caring,
opening your arms to greet someone
treating them as a brother, sister and friend.
Love
everyone whomever they may, be
friend, foe and family.
Comfort,
comforting all ailing souls,
young and old alike
that you may come across.
It is a small motto
of which I live my life by.
Something I have done
since I was very young.
My motto for life.
4 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Trees & Other Stuff
Trees shape a welcome
to sound waves of thunder, an
escort of cool rain.
~ ~ ~
An ankle-length robe
of pink clouds, a spider web
veil of silver pearls.
~ ~ ~
Red Bull with prune juice
is my choice to chill down, and
run smoothly through life.
poem by Rick Stokes
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The Ancient Hills Of Toora
The ancient hills of Toora are looking brown today
Yet they were lush and rather green when last I passed this way
But that was last September when the nesting birds did sing
And every where looked greener in the early days of Spring.
To those ancient hills of Toora the Seasons come and go
And where once were thousands of gum trees only a few gums grow
And the Aboriginals who lived and hunted on those hills are not around today
Time brings with it great changes and it's always been that way.
The ancient hills of Toora as old as father time
And they were millions of years old when Christ was in his prime
The oldest human on Planet Earth perhaps fifteen years with five score
But the ancient hills of Toora will exist forever more.
The ancient hills of Toora overlooking Toora Town
From the long and warm dry Summer have never looked so brown
But I recall last September decked in their wildering flowers
Those ancient hills of Toora lush and green after Spring showers.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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Playing.
Blowing trees,
From pillar to post
Careless wisp and sway.
Ancient songs of night and day.
Blowing trees,
From post to pillar.
The wearied, yet fresh soothsayer.
Witchdoctor on high
Of fears yet to come.
Blowing trees!
The sway of old worlds,
Unravelling like gales,
Out to sea.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Erase 'em All
Building the walls around it
Created self with nothing much
Without a cost to find it
Feeling avoid and losing touch
The borrowed taste his novelty
Could be a product of another's humility
Don't worry your loss wil be his gain
He wouldn't hesitate to turn his back on you
And it might be true
Erase 'em all - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall befoer you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
The warning's out it's gonna come to an end and I
Hate to see him label me as a friend tonight
Never question my intentions without the right
Showing me another way to turn his back on you
And it might be you
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
You wanna stay you'd better run
When I catch up you better have a gun
I'm so wound up from playin' dumb
This time it's real and real isn't fun
You never saw this side before
Don't test the water for what's in store
I drew the line and I learned a rule
What's good for me isn't good for you
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
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The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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Alligators Were Dying
I always differed
for the sake of semblance.
Feathers did not agree.
You flew away for your sky.
Impatience had killed the defeat
my elixir, the baby sea in my eyes.
Genocide of the figs, unlearning
the sweetness of life.
Yet a white python was hungry.
A heart rendering feat to dig-out
a home after the earthquake.
Alligators were dying in midstream.
I was running after the desert.
Why bustards were disappearing?
Trees were hung upside down.
There was no suicidal note.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Mute Pain of Trees
Cezanne’s rough, jutting trees
slashing the blotted sky,
at the dark bridge at Mainte,
stone arches stoically standing
as scarred trees hang low,
over the still, black Seine;
while in the Grove of Heroes
an ancient redwood
twisted trunk,
tense muscles,
aching, rising,
spiraling past scars,
past clean cuts of
amputated branches,
beyond the tops
of lesser trees,
all pain forgotten,
spreads its green crown
and shoves the blue July sky
a little higher.
poem by Steven Federle
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Part of what we love about poetry is the fact that it seems ancient, that it has an authority of ancient language and ancient form, and that it's timeless, that it reaches back.
quote by Robert Morgan
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Give a lot, expect a lot, and if you don't get it, prune.
quote by Tom Peters
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Play with Yourself
Reality means shaking the dust off
Love tries to break the fallow ground
Water of life flows amidst the granite
Our moments can easily die
Prune your garden
Prune your heart
Choose the new day
The old weeds grow
Doubt wrestles with beginnings
Does the magic feeling last?
Does she really love me?
Am I capable of love?
Cow webs
Baggage
Where did last night go
The kids are crying
Bills
Dishes need to be done
Romance is a distant call
Soon the moon shall come again
Another one night stand
Lust is so much easier
The hope of love more than the real
Who wants to work on a relationship
Fantasy as sweet as a movie
Maybe I am to cynical for real love
To old and set in my ways
Like riding a bike up hill
It's easier to play with yourself
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Among the Trees
I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for the one my heart calls for
I wonder lost among the trees
I see your light amongst the dark
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is brighter then the rest
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is out of my reach
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light comes closer
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light is bright like an angel from the sky
I wonder lost among the trees
Your light fades away and leaves me alone
I wonder lost among the trees
Without a hand to guide the way
I wonder lost among the trees
Looking for my guiding light
I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost, alone
I wonder afraid of the world
Around me I look for the one
I wonder lost among the trees
I wonder lost and alone forever...................................
poem by kelly Martini
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