The is worthy of sweets, who has tasted bitters.
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Misfortunes are, in morals, what bitters are in medicine: each is at first disagreeable; but as the bitters act as corroborants to the stomach, so adversity chastens and ameliorates the disposition.
The Devil's Sweets
The Devil’s sweets
This afternoon
I waited too soon
and let you in a secret
I hope you can keep it
I saw you sucking on the devil’s sweets
like a chocolate treat
if Dracula were around
it would make a sound
that would make the transformation complete
Don’t go
Don’t ignite the flame
Don’t spread the blame
Don’t wait
Why don’t you hesitate..
Anymore?
Like a vampire you sucked it in like a drug
don’t even come to give me a hug
because you’ve already left for the devil’s sweets
instead of me, you go to those chocolate treats
You are the spawn of Satan
Hell is your only safe haven
because you’ve tasted the devil’s sweets
your transformation is complete.
poem by Soldier's Wife
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To His Forsaken Mistress
I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone
As worthy to be loved by none.
I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find
Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Thy favours are but like the wind
That kisseth everything it meets:
And since thou canst with more than one,
Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.
The morning rose that untouch'd stands
Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she smells!
But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,
Her sweets no longer with her dwells:
But scent and beauty both are gone,
And leaves fall from her, one by one.
Such fate ere long will thee betide
When thou hast handled been awhile,
With sere flowers to be thrown aside;
And I shall sigh, while some will smile,
To see thy love to every one
Hath brought thee to be loved by none.
poem by Sir Robert Aytoun
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As If It Was A Crime
Your mother had given you
a few coins to buy sweets
and on the way you met Fay
and you said
do you want to come
and buy some sweets?
and she said
I haven't any money
and you said
you can share mine
if you tell me what you like
but she said
my father wouldn't like it
if I had sweets he says
they rot your teeth
but she walked to the shop with you
thinking silently to herself
and outside the shop
you said
are you sure?
she nodded and stood outside
while you went in
and bought sweets
when you came out
she was waiting there
her eyes gazing at you
her tongue running over
her lips
you showed her
what you'd bought
and her eyes widened
here take one
you said
your dad won't know
if you don't tell him
she hesitated
her fingers lingering
over the bag of sweets
but what if he sees me
or smells them
on my breath?
she said fear entering her eyes
her hands falling at her sides
you put out a hand
and touched hers
it's only a sweet
it's not as if
you're having a drag of a smoke
or sipping beer
she nodded and smiled a little
best not
she said
if he finds out
he'll get angry with me
for eating sweets and lying
and you remembered
the bruises you'd seen
on her arms and thighs
that time
and you sighed thinking
as if eating sweets
was a big deal or a crime.
poem by Terry Collett
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Worthy
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
which of us is deserving
look at the human race
the whole planet at arm's length
and we don't deserve this place
what good is a poker face
when you've got an open hand
I was supposed to be cool about this
yeah
I remember
cool was the plan
tried to keep it all under wraps
but the wraps kept going slack
I keep turning round
I keep coming back
give me a vertical
your horizontal line
I want to take each of them
bend them to divine
the world is too good for me
I am such a naughty girl
but when we're together
we're too good for this world
you think you're not worthy
I'd have to say I agree
I'm not worthy of you
you're not worthy of me
I'm not worthy of you
you aren't worthy of me...
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not A Pretty Girl
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The Faded Flower
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way;
Inhal'd awhile thy odours on his walk,
Then onward pass'd and left thee to decay.
Ah! melancholy emblem! had I seen
Thy modest beauties dew'd with Evening's gem,
I had not rudely cropp'd thy parent stem,
But left thee, blushing, 'mid the enliven'd green.
And now I bend me o'er thy wither'd bloom,
And drop the tear - as Fancy, at my side,
Deep-sighing, points the fair frail Abra's tomb -
'Like thine, sad Flower, was that poor wanderer's pride!
Oh! lost to Love and Truth, whose selfish joy
Tasted her vernal sweets, but tasted to destroy!'
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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The Sweets Of Liberty
Is there a man that never sighed
To set the prisoner free?
Is there a man that never prized
The sweets of liberty ?
Then let him, let him breathe -unseen,
Or in a dungeon live;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a heart so cold in man,
Can galling fetters crave ?
Is there a wretch so truly low,
Can stoop to be a slave?
O, let him, then, in chains be bound,
In chains and bondage live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
Is there a breast so chilled in life,
Can nurse the coward’s sigh ?
Is there a creature so debased,
Would not for freedom die ?
O, let him then be doomed to crawl
Where only reptiles live ;
Nor never, never know the sweets
That liberty can give.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Bitter-Tasting
I'm in between,
bitter tasted;
overcome by my own nature,
but, unrepentant, I still am
by choice and circumstance.
I step upon my own fate
plunge holes in my own ship
live with storms and tumult
I alone create.
I'm in between
and bitter tasting
overcome by my own nature.
But unrepentant I still am
by choice and circumstance.
I've been wrong many times
and humble enough to know,
but alone,
I'm not strong enough
to reverse trend,
turn the bend
and came back again.
But, I
still want
to unlove you.
Twirl me round
one more time,
whatever comes by me
will surprise;
but, it will be mine.
I'm in between,
bitters tasting;
overcome by my own nature
but unrepentant I still am
by choice and circumstance.
My life complete
will state in the Book
of Summation:
Lived by Instinct
Died From Commitment:
The Pallbearers
were
Choice and Circumstance.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Cups Of Knowledge!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF LOBSANG RAMPA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUP OF CHINUA ACHEBE'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE CUPS OF WOLE SOYINKA'S KNOWLEDGE!
AND THE SOY-INKER'S KNOWLEDGE GAVE ME SATISFACTION!
OF THE CUPS OF AGATHA CHRISTIE'S KNOWLEDGE, I HAVE ALSO DRANK!
AND I AM REFRESHED AND SATISFIED!
OF THE CUPS OF CYPRIAN EKWENSI'S KNOWLEDGE I HAVE ALSO TASTED!
INDEED, I WAS SATISFIED!
I HAVE TASTED OF THE TALE TELLING KNOWLEDGES OF JAMES HARDLEY CHASE!
AND, I AM PLEASED!
DRINK OF THIS CUPS AND KNOW WISDOM! KNOWLEDGE! AND UNDERSTANDING!
AS I HAVE KNOWN ALSO!
THE KNOWLEDGE RUSH OF THE CUPS OF OVERLORD DON MANUEL IHCAKEYNO IS A MIGHTY OCEAN!
DRINK UNTO INFINITY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Lines Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society
Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind;
I cannot deny such a precept is wise;
But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:
I will not descend to a world I despise.
Did the senate or camp my exertions reuire,
Ambition might prompt me, at once, to go forth
When infancy's years of probation expire,
Perchance I may strive to distinguish my birth
The fire in the cavern of Etna conceal'd
Still mantles unseen in its secret recess;
At length, in a volume terrific reveal'd,
No torrent can quench it, no bounds can repress.
Oh! thus, the desire in my bosom for fame
Bids me live but to hope for posterity's praise.
Could I soar with the phoenix on pinions of flame
With him Iwould wish to expire in the blaze.
For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death,
What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave!
Their lives did not end when they yielded their breath;
Their glory illurnines the gloom of their grave.
Yet why should I mingle in Fashion's full herd?
Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules?
Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd?
Why search for delight in the friendship of fools?
I have tasted the sweets and the bitters of love;
In friendship I early was taught to believe
My passion the matrons prudence reprove;
I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.
To me what is wealth? - it may pass in an hour,
If tyrants prevail, or if Fortune should frown:
To me what is title? - the phantom of power;
To me what is fashion? - I seek but renown.
Deceit is a stranger as yet to my soul:
I still am unpractised to varnish the truth:
Then why should I live in a hateful control?
Why waste upon folly the days of my youth?
I had this beer brewed just for me. I think its the best I ever tasted. And I've tasted a lot. I think you'll like it too.
quote by Billy Carter
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Ch 04 On The Advantages Of Silence Story 06
Subhan Vail is considered to have had no equal in rhetorics because he had addressed an assembly during a year and had not repeated the same word but, when the same meaning happened to occur, he expressed it in another manner and this is one of the accomplishments of courtiers and princes.
A word if heart-binding and sweet
Is worthy of belief and of approbation.
When thou hast once said it do not utter it again
Because sweets, once partaken of, suffice.
Unbroken
Fallen to pieces (I am undone)
The things you said the (manipulation)
I trusted you like a fool while you made all the rules
So you searched me out
And you took me down
-TO BE UNBROKEN, WHAT WOULD THAT BE
IF WORDS THAT WERE SPOKEN HAD NOT SHATTERED ME
IF I WAS UNBROKEN, I'D NEVER KNOW
THE BEAUTY OF HOPE AND HOW FAR GRACE WILL GO
TO BE UNBROKEN, TO BE UNBROKEN-
The things you found (to use against me)
Have lost their sound (where mercy and truth meet)
I fell to the Father's feet, His words washed all over me
And all the scars you made
Watch them fade away
[refrain]
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
Embraced the victory and some defeat
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
I've found the beauty in the place they meet
[refrain]
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Imitation Of Life
Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth, named by a poet.
Imitation of life
Like a koi in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I dont want to hear you cry
Thats sugarcane that tasted good
Thats cinnamon thats hollywood
Cmon cmon no one can see you try
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced.
Youve got it all, youve got it sized.
Like a friday fashion show teenager
Freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you dont try
Thats sugarcane that tasted good.
Thats cinnamon thats hollywood
Cmon cmon no one can see you try
No one can see you cry
Thats sugarcane that tasted good
Thats freezing rain thats what you could
Cmon cmon no one can see you cry
This sugarcane
This lemonade
This hurricane, Im not afraid.
Cmon cmon no one can see me cry
This lightning storm
This tidal wave
This avalanche, Im not afraid.
Cmon cmon no one can see me cry
Thats sugarcane that tasted good
Thats who you are, thats what you could
Cmon cmon no one can see you cry
Thats sugarcane that tasted good
Thats who you are, thats what you could
Cmon cmon no one can see you cry
song performed by by REM
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Her Honey
Her honey was dripping so i tasted it,
Now fill your horn with oil and be on your way!
For i tasted only her little honey of love and now,
I am very satisfied!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stella
The mortar is not yet dried up but,
The pistol is still hanging up in the air!
For your life is between sleep and walking.
Oh Stella!
How long should i be without you?
The sweets from Africa and the sweets from my home,
With no manicure, pedicure or 'pencilcure'.
Oh Stella!
Your love is all that i do have now because,
The beautiful ones are not yet born.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Worthy
Don't feel that you're not worthy.
It really isn't so.
To believe you're not deserving.
Denies what we both know.
That what we need is here and shows.
I want no other.
Compared to you they're far below.
If I didn't feel you worthy.
The thought of you would have grown weary.
For you I have the best respect.
With your mighty intellect.
You give me reason to reflect.
I know that you are awesome through.
If only you would see it too.
You're worthy now for what is true.
Come on now and see it through.
If you don't we'll just be blue.
We truly need this splendid jewel.
poem by Michael McParland
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Aidoo
You have tasted it and,
You have tasted my love!
And like the shadow of things to come;
But, try to handle me well.
To the head,
To the legs,
To the hands,
Holding them firmly;
And like, introducing me into the things that i don't know,
But i am Aidoo in the land of your sweet muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Am Feathered
I thought one day the feathers of mine had collapsed,
The innocent wings which fly for me, the innocent wings.
These flap due to surges in the wind, and to the tail
Worth my action, worthy of fruit and sugar.
The thinkers all night think to pick the sweets up,
Their thoughts answer the questions set in heaven.
The righteous work continues with the wings,
Flies and birds wander to and fro like waves of the sea.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sugar Never Tasted So Good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me
Yeah
Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me
Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Yeah
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun
I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a fool this boy can be
Yeah
And her thougths like a daisy
Until my mind gets lazy
I must've been crazy not to see
Alright
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a sting
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me
song performed by by White Stripes
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