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Put off your imagination, as you put off your overcoat, when you enter the laboratory. Put it on again, as you put on your overcoat, when you leave.
quote by Claude Bernard
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I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
I've got my love to keep me warm
I can't remember a worse December
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
I've got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love!
My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
I've got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, I'm burning with love!
My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
I've got my love to keep me warm
Out with the fire off with the sweater
I got a heater coultn't be better will be
So confee all through the storm
I've got my love to keep me warm
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice From One Long Dead
Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
Saying to me as we walked across the Yard
Cold brittle autumn is you should be wearing overcoat. I said
You are not wearing overcoat. He said,
You should do as I say not do as I do.
Just how American it was and how late Forties it was
Delmore, but not I, was probably aware. He quoted Finnegans Wake to me
In his New York apartment sitting on chair
Table directly in front of him. There did he write? I am wondering.
Look at this photograph said of his mother and father.
Coney Island. Do they look happy? He couldn't figure it out.
Believed Pogo to be at the limits of our culture.
Pogo. Walt Kelly must have read Joyce Delmore said.
Why don't you ask him?
Why don't you ask Walt Kelly if he read Finnegans Wake or not.
Your parents don't look happy but it is just a photograph.
Maybe they felt awkward posing for photographs.
Maybe it is just a bad photograph. Delmore is not listening
I want to hear him tell me something sad but however true.
Delmore in his tomb is sitting. People say yes everyone is dying
But here read this happy book on the subject. Not Delmore. Not that rueful man.
poem by Kenneth Koch
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Near the Black Forest
Living in a house
near the Black Forest,
without any clocks,
she's begun
to listen to the walls.
Her neighbors have clocks,
not one
but twenty clocks apiece.
Sometimes
a claque of clocks
applauds
the passing of each day.
Listen to the walls
& wind your watch.
Poor love, poor love,
have they caught you
by the pendulum?
Do they think they've
got you stopped?
Have you
already gathered how,
living near the Black Forest,
she gets by
on cups of borrowed time?
poem by Erica Jong
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Ive Got My Love To Keep Me Warm
Irving berlin
The snow is snowing
The wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm
Why do I care how much it may storm
Ive got my love to keep me warm
I cant remember
A worse december
Just watch those icicles from
Why do I care if icicles form
Ive got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat
Off with gloves
I need no overcoat
Im burning with love
My hearts on fire
The flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm
Why do I care how much it may storm
Ive got my love to keep me warm
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Feet of the Forest
Feet are for foresters who feel open fields,
Their walk comes along with their crawling;
The trunks of the trees may be shields
Like the weapons and axes dwindling.
My feet are of the forest, the forest and plains,
To see a weather of the poor,
The weather shall rise with the sun and brains,
The look of the snow is to adore.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hollywood Holiday
I rode my motorcycle through a watermelon patch
Right on the california freeway
I took my holy Bible on my blessed boogie woogie drive
Cause I know I know I know
Where I go oh lord theyre gonna bless me jive
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
I parked my motorcycle on hollywood and vine
And sang till my red blood turned boiling blue
I took my sole survival and bore my cross on a string
Cause I know I know I know
What I dear I bear my charm to king
Poor you poor me
Poor everybody who buy to be
Poor me poor you
Poor everybody who die to do
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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The Green Roads
The green roads that end in the forest
Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,
Life marks left behind by someone gone to the forest
To show his track. But he has never come back.
Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.
Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.
An old man along the green road to the forest
Strays from one, from another a child alone.
In the thicket bordering the forest,
All day long a thrush twiddles his song.
It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,
All but one like a castle keep, in the middle deep.
That oak saw the ages pass in the forest:
They were a host, but their memories are lost,
For the tree is dead: all things forget the forest
Excepting perhaps me, when now I see
The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest,
And hear all day long the thrush repeat his song.
poem by Edward Thomas
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The magic forest
At the Bois de Boulogne lies magic
Magic that cannot be evitable
Magic that lures people into the evergreen forest
In the forest, soft earth is like a comfy bed
Meadows of grass are green sheets for the bed
If you happen to lie down on the bed
The sunlight hugs your body gently like a mother
Your eyes are heavy weights, unable to keep your eyes open
You fall into the sweetest dream as time goes by…
Night walked into the forest as day walked out of the forest
The pale moon is like a glass eye of a witch staring at you
The dark magic falls into the forest
Lusty monsters fill the magic forest
And the magic forest falls asleep…
superciliousness in Norway
Superciliousness in Norway.
“They crap in our forest, ” an angry man yelled,
Roma people had pitched tents near the forest
where people of this tolerant nation go skiing
in winters. They came here to find work but
was meet with scorn and mistrust, they came
in hope of getting a part of our largesse; the rich
do not know this word. When people who used
to be poor suddenly see they are better off than
other countries, the first reaction is pride and
an unbecoming arrogance, like it was their
cleverness that brought oil up from the bottom
of the sea… Now instead of being humble having
had such luck they become reactionaries giving
advice to less fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic
nation that due to undeserved richness has lost
contact with reality and human kindheartedness.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Go For Simplicity My Friend
i go for simplicity my friend
because i am poor
i do not go for sophistication
because i am poor
i do not complicate matters
because i am poor
i do not want you to misunderstand
because i am poor
i do not want you to think some more
because i am poor
i do not want to convince you
because i am poor
i do not want you to be with our side
because we are poor
i want all things in their simplified forms
because we cannot afford
any other form of convolutions
we cannot afford another revolution
it will be expensive
and we have no more years to give
to pay for the sponsors
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ive Got My Love To Keep Me Warm
The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
For Ive got my love to keep me warm
I cant remember a worse december
Just watch those icicles form!
Oh, what do I care if icicles form?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, Im burning with love!
My hearts on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
I cant remember a worse december
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
Oh-ho-ho, Ive got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, Im burning with love!
My hearts on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Ive Got My Love To Keep Me Warm
The snow is snowing and the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
For Ive got my love to keep me warm
I cant remember a worse december
Just watch those icicles form!
Oh, what do I care if icicles form?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, Im burning with love!
My hearts on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
I cant remember a worse december
Just watch those icicles form!
What do I care if icicles form?
Oh-ho-ho, Ive got my love to keep me warm
Off with my overcoat, off with my glove
I need no overcoat, Im burning with love!
My hearts on fire, the flame grows higher
So I will weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
Oh, Ive got my love to keep me warm
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Concrete Forest
Gang banging
Street banging
Concrete Forest—
People dying
Children crying
Bullets flying
No remorse for the fallen—
Crack smoking
Prostitute selling
Cops stinging
Benefactors of trouble times—
Blood
Guts—inside body parts
Cultivate the Concrete Forest—
I see a mother kneeling
A priest praying
A child victimize—a father convicted
All within the Concrete Forest—
Sirens blowing
Lights flashing
Someone else dying
In the Concrete Forest—
Mercy on us
Compassion for us
Deliver us
From the Concrete Forest—
Restore our hope
Destroy the trepidation
Breathe life back into Concrete Forest—
It is time to go
My time is gone
My nightmares—relinquished
Within the Concrete Forest—
No more worrisome days
No more stressful nights
Freedom has come to me
In the Concrete Forest—
My freedom is now
Your comes later
But, not in this Concrete Forest—
Written by
Gregory E Upshaw
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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In The Forest
By the sacred grove, where the waters flow
We will come and go, in the forest
In the summer rain, we will meet again
We will learn the code of the ancient ones
In the forest
By the waterfall, I will hold you in my arms
We will meet again by the leafy glade
In the shade of the forest
With your long robes on, we will surely roam
By the ancient roads, I will take you home
To the forest
In the forest, in the forest
In the forest, in the forest
With your long robes on, we will surely roam
By the ancient roads, I will take you home again
To the forest
Satisfy the soul baby
Birds sing all day long of the mother lode
We can let it roll, in the forest
With your long robes on
I know where youre coming from
By the big oak tree youve gotta come and go with me
In the forest, in the forest
In the forest, in the forest
By the waterfall
I will hold you in my arms, and we will meet again
By the leafy shade, in the, in the forest
Satisfy the soul
Birds sing all day long of the mother lode
We can surely let it roll, in the forest
With your long robes on
I know where youre coming from
We will surely roam, down by the ancient roads
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The guest who outstays his fellow guests loses his overcoat.
The guest who outstays his fellow-guests loses his overcoat.
Popularity is exhausting. The life of the party almost always winds up in a corner with an overcoat over him.
quote by Wilson Mizner
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A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
quote by Charles Peguy
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There is no good arguing with the inevitible. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
quote by James Russell Lowell
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