The best blessing for a good harvest is a pumpkin full of sweat.
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Blessings Of Life
rain good friend to soil
your blessing is soft moist earth
rain good friend to plants
your blessing is fruitful growing life
rain good friend to animals
your blessing is healthy vibrant diversity
rain good friend to dry land
your blessing is lakes streams rivers
rain everywhere I rapture look
yours blessing bestows beauty
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Once I Was
Once
you clapped
for me.
Now
you clap
for another.
Once
I was
your luck.
Now
your luck
is gone.
Now
your luck
is lost.
Once
I was your
Blessing.
Now
your blessing
is gone.
Now
your blessing
is lost.
Once
a blessing
in disguise.
Now
a blessing
denied.
Soon
your blessing
is leaving.
Soon
a blessing
in departure.
Soon
a blessing
no more.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Halloween In April{for The Kids Of The Hall}
in a window, sat a pumpkin of light
to thrill the kids with fear and fright
to gaurd the candy, of halloweens eve
and prove that halloween, is no make believe
his grin was toothy, off and large
and you could see him from way, out in the yard
kids would walk by
but they wouldnt stop
there were safer places, to candy shop
but no matter where you were
in this new neighborhood
you could see that pumpkin
really good
framed by darkness of the shrill october night
his white hot candle, was the only night
but one brave kid, walking by
got too close
and could see the pumpkins eyes
and to this day
that one kid does swear
that pumpkin screamed
its halloween all year! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
there you go kids of the hall.be chill and eat burger king for lunch for me, less you live on amelia island, where our burger king is torn down, then eat mcdonalds.
poem by Chris Bowen
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Giving
By generously giving
Than selfishly saving
We become channels of blessings
To souls, seriously, sobbing
Craving for care and curing
Be a blessing
Give generously
Giving bestows bountiful bonuses
Boons from the Great God
For giving Saintly, suggests sacrifice
Presenting, represent planting
And as advanced by the law of harvest
Offering, as a seed
Basically bear a humbling harvest
Several sizes of sown seed
Thus the giver by not keeping
Benefits at an abnormal rate
From the only inexhaustible store
That store well-lit by the stars
The store waiting on cheerful givers
Be a Blessing
Give generously.
And be Blessed.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Melancholy Cold
The frost is on the pumpkin
and the scarecrows taken down.
The bleakness of the winter
is coming to my town.
The fowl are flying V shapes
to warmer climes than here
for the frost is on the pumpkin.
Soon icicles will appear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tribute To Our Fathers
Black sheep son's father
What a grief to be!
Fool's teacher doth but
Potsherds glues apiece.
Father's heroism ring out
And blessing rain upon yourself;
At noble father cock a snook
And basket-full sorrows harvest.
The flo'er of youth maximize
But not 'gainst noble father.
Better "No" when 'live and strong
Than spite at his solemn sleep.
Cock your ear and be under his wings
For o'er you The Supreme honours him.
Father's blessing the son's hand strengthens
But father's curse a fatal road paves.
Yourself never praise
On your father's snub;
His disdain yours is,
His praise yours too is.
poem by Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
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Harvest and Autumn
Harvest, harvest
all you need,
is food and drink
and fruit indeed.
Harvest friend is harvest moon,
of course.
Autumn, Autumn
Harvest is in Autumn,
oh, what a great time to celebrate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Karolina Gosztyla
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Childhood Memories Two: Flight Of Bumble Bees
down the rabbit hole
of childhood memories
we tumble into lost world
chasing arriving bumble bees
hunting in prairie of Father’s
pumpkin plants stalking prey
bumble bees fly in proudly
wearing Westport rugby jerseys
in unseasonal yearly attire
buzzing in upon summer breezes
industriously gathering pollen nectar
pollinating all pumpkin flowers
flight from flower to flower flit
will ensure a harvest of pumpkin
baked in roasts in Mother’s oven
boiled served with other vegetables
coated with butter tongue delighting
made into warming winter soups
in stealth with nimble child speed
stalk I do these hardy bumble bees
catching them inside pumpkin flower
after they alight happily crawl inside
to gather proudly pumpkin pollen nectar
to bind in yellow balls about their legs
ah the delight to see fruits of harvest
labour colourfully bound display
as winged workers milk powdery
feasts with nimble fingers falls upon
them great white hunter quickly ties
off closed cup flower with pumpkin
tendril vine stands back awaits buzz
protest as offended harvester discovers
trap of tied capture skillfully quickly
wrought and off to new flowers I flit
in race to capture new bumble bees
to proudly view my bound trophies
in flowery isolation cells of my own
childhood invention what wonder
living trophies sing a song of affront
as Houdini insect escape artists chew
cleverly through flower cells in record
crowd of one pleasing escapes admired
such sport and all fair sporting release
is so admirably individually earned
my Father probes mystery strange sealed
flowers appearing historically preceding
later crop circle mysteries puzzled tells
Mother no explainable cause I soon solve
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lightning Rod
So you say you like the way I look
So you say you like the way I look
When I fall and no one's there to catch me
So you say you like the way I move
So you say you like the way I move
Into every storm I see above me
'Cause everybody's doing what they like
And what they like is not enough for me
I do not feel the same
Here we go 'cause
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Here comes the wall, better lower your head
What you want is never what you get
You're going to fast
So you say you like the way I move
So you say you like the way I move
Into every storm I see above me
Breaker breaker one two
Break out to break through
You can swim slash drift where the tides take you
It's about your attitude
Extension of your latitude
Rejection of gratitude
What up, whatcha thinking dude?
Who said every day's gonna be fun?
Keep an eye on the web
Other people have spun
Who said every day's gonna be fun?
Best recognize or betcha you'll come undone
'Cause everybody's doing what they like
And what they like is not enough for me
I do not feel the same
Here we go 'cause
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Here comes the wall, better lower your head
What you want is never what you get
You're going to fast
Grit your teeth, this is gonna be a bumpy ride
Loud and clear
Hi-fi, lo-fi
Hand fist, shape shifts to electrify
Sure enough showing up trying to climb sky high
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(and everybody wants more)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants everybody)
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more but they never get it
Tell me why we always sweat it
Everybody wants more
(everybody wants more)
What you want is never what you get
Everybody wants more
What you want is never what you get
And everybody wants more
song performed by by Zebrahead
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Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!
quote by Zora Neale Hurston
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My Rock
Woman! I must say,
You are an all around person,
You are a chemist, designer, artist, wife, mother, lover, friend...
And a developer in a relationship and many
Other things which I cannot yet think of.
You woman are a true blessing to this world...
And me,
Why did I never notice the (many) of you before?
You take...the sh- and never quit...you have the ability
To keep the peace.
Authority to you is a pass-time.
You manage your life so well.
I ask myself why me, how can you...
Forgive this insecure little boy(man)
never knowing or thinking of anything...
But his third leg, , ,
And don't do that well.
If you sweat me...I deserve it.
If we sweat...I am being blessed.
If you sweat...
I've did something wrong.
Forgive me..once more while
I examine my attitude again.
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Oh, It Is Good
Oh, it is good to drink and sup,
And then beside the kindly fire
To smoke and heap the faggots up,
And rest and dream to heart's desire.
Oh, it is good to ride and run,
To roam the greenwood wild and free;
To hunt, to idle in the sun,
To leap into the laughing sea.
Oh, it is good with hand and brain
To gladly till the chosen soil,
And after honest sweat and strain
To see the harvest of one's toil.
Oh, it is good afar to roam,
And seek adventure in strange lands;
Yet oh, so good the coming home,
The velvet love of little hands.
So much is good. . . . We thank Thee, God,
For all the tokens Thou hast given,
That here on earth our feet have trod
Thy little shining trails of Heaven.
poem by Robert William Service
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Dont Sweat It
Id like to see you before I go
Theres a few things Id like to do
And when youre gone, youll be gone for long
And soon Ill be gone too
But dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it, ooh
Dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it
Are you happy with the color of your tea
Could you use some sugar now?
Youre satisfied with your boy or your girl
Your little butter cup
But dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it
Dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it.
Id like to see you before I go
Theres a few things Id like to do
And when youre gone, youll be gone for long
And soon Ill be gone too
But dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it
Dont sweat it, dont sweat it, dont sweat it
song performed by by Ween
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Mystic Autumn
Summer marches on again
Another season moves on in
Colourful leaves blow all round
Another new day will begin
Mystic Autumn
The harvest will reach it's peek
Pumpkin patch and warm cider
Decorated costumes and faces
Halloween and toy spiders
Mystic Autumn
poem by Suelynn Walters
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The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
Peter pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what golds for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkinhead?
Oh my!
Peter pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live tv
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkin
Hooray for peter pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesnt it make you want to cry oh?
song performed by by Xtc
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Daddys Little Pumpkin
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Why its quarter past eleven
And youre sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
You must of swallowed a candle
Or some other kind of surprise
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in memphis
Want to see how long my money will last
Im going downtown
Im gonna to rattle somebodys cage
Im going downtown
Im gonna rattle somebodys cage
Im gonna beat on my guitar
And strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming
Dont tell her that her daddys in jail
If you see my baby coming
Dont you tell her that her daddys in jail
Shed sell her little pumpkin just to raise
Her sweet daddys bail
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You never do nothing
To save your doggone soul.
song performed by by John Prine
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The one who doesn't sow
The one who doesn't sow
will never get the harvest
and lives on others good.
The one who understands it
is the wisest.
That one
will gather heavy harvest
from any little rood.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A farmer does not boast that he has had a good harvest until his stock of yams lasts till the following harvest season.
The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.
quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
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