The monk preached against stealing, and had the good in his larder.
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A Crying Monk
Once there was a monk
with peaceful mind without junk.
At funeral, he usually preached,
pacifying the people with grief,
saying one would leave,
when one's life ceased,
crying and weeping was no need,
Buddha's teaching one must heed,
One's karma would lead
to either heaven or hell indeed.
One day, the monk's mother died sudden death.
He cried violently without catching the breath.
The funeral attendents consoled him,
to stop wailing and tear flowing.
He said it couldn't help,
he now experienced sorrow and grief by himself.
The friar preached against stealing when he had a pudding in his sleeve.
Stealing Rosemary
If you need me
Ill be here
On my knees
On my knees
In the neighbors garden
Where the light is growing long
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Its the tiny lies I tell
For you to please
You to please
Early in the morning
When the light is growing strong
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Im stealing rosemary
Flowers crushing on my skin
Tuscan blue
All for you
Caught in rain and running
Home to you
Im coming home
Stealing rosemary for you, my love
Im stealing rosemary for you, my love
Stealing rosemary
song performed by by Bangles
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Conscience Pricks First Time
The maiden stealing makes me shy.
Stealing tenth time from home,
I don’t feel that I am stealing.
Conscience pricks me the first time.
(17.03.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Two Faced Preacher
Writer, hank williams
(e) let me tell you bout a preacher,
With a cane and a long tailed coat, (e7)
Let me (a) tell you bout a preacher,
With a cane and a long tailed (e) coat,
But he (b7) does all his preachin,
With his eyes on the women - (e) folk.
Chorus
(e) send him back, send him back, where he (e7) was be - (a) fore,
Hes a (b7) two-faced man, and we dont want him here no (e) more.
Well he preached about gamblin, said its a sin and its a shame,
Yes he preached about gamblin, said its a sin and its a shame,
But when I met him in a alley, he won my watch and chain.
Repeat chorus
Well he preached about liquor, said leave the stuff alone,
Yes he preached about liquor, said leave the stuff alone,
But then I saw a deacon, totin the preacher home.
Repeat chorus
Well he preached about wedlock, the finest thing in life,
Yes he preached about wedlock, the finest thing in life,
But then I saw the preacher, kissin brother jacksons wife.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Villainous Monk
Hopelessness in the bowels of men
Questions the purpose of life
With sleepless nights;
He is a villainous monk
Robed in deceit,
Drawing the curtains over lights;
A bloodless snake
Stealing joy throughout the ages.
Life is worth living
Irregardless of circumstances;
Maybe we cannot ressurect the dead
But we can love on you to death.
JAH!
poem by Buxton Shippy
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The first jazz pianist I heard was Thelonious Monk. My father was listening to an album of his called 'Monk's Dream' almost every day from the time I was born.
quote by Benny Green
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Spank It
1-hey sped!
2-hey what?
1- what you wanna do?
2- I wanna spank!
1-spank what?
2- spank my little monk!!
1-to the left
2- to the right!
1&2- spank it up and down all night!
1- spank the monk!
2- spank, spank the monk!
1- spank the monk!
1&2- spank spank, the monk!
song performed by by Eagles
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The Great Gambler
The Gambler stopped a monk
dwelling on spiritual plane,
And exclaimed, "Oh! monk
we both are exactly same
So I think we both of us
deserve equal name and fame.
Monk replied, "Gambler! I put
self not a pelf at stake,
And drink bitter poison
for God's sake
Only fool would say our
lives are same
For you a game is life
for me a life is game.''
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
27/12/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Dont Bring Me Down
It used to be such a good thing
Such an easy feeling
I didnt know you were looking
Didnt know you were stealing
I was loving you when we were alone
But you had other ideas of your own
Word gets around
Dont bring me down
We used to have us some good times
Used to laugh together
It took awhile to realize
You were wantin something better
When we were kissin I closed my eyes
But you were lookin at the other guys
I played the clown
Dont bring me down
It used to be such a good thing
Such an easy feelin
I didnt know you were lookin
I didnt know you were stealing
I went and messed it up and fell in love
But you sure know how to make it rough
Youre still around
Dont bring me down
song performed by by Monkees
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Erasmus
When he protested, not too solemnly,
That for a world’s achieving maintenance
The crust of overdone divinity
Lacked aliment, they called it recreance;
And when he chose through his own glass to scan
Sick Europe, and reduced, unyieldingly,
The monk within the cassock to the man
Within the monk, they called it heresy.
And when he made so perilously bold
As to be scattered forth in black and white,
Good fathers looked askance at him and rolled
Their inward eyes in anguish and affright;
There were some of them did shake at what was told,
And they shook best who knew that he was right.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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The Sermon On he Mount (Bible Poems For Children)
Jesus preached the gospel in Galilee,
Healing the sick, by the sea.
When he saw the large crowd,
He climbed the mountain,
preached very loud.
When the spirit is poor, with no hates,
The blessed kingdom, of heaven awaits.
Blessed are the gentle, and meek,
The earth is yours, to have and keep.
When hearts are pure, softly trod,
Someday your eyes will surely see God.
Let your light shine, in this world below,
So your good works will always show.
When you enter your room in prayer,
God will always meet you there.
Don't worry about clothing, and such,
God will provide with very much.
Jesus spoke as a teacher that day,
God will wash your sins away
poem by Heather Burns
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Time crimes
She drove as I fiddled with the radio.
I was stealing looks at her,
young, fresh, clean.
and oh my god her cleavage was hypnotizing.
Her eyes had the same sorrow as mine.
The wounded,
they know each other when they see each other
instinctively.
Like 2 sick junkies passing each other on the street.
They can just TELL.
You can see the emptiness where something or someone use to be.
Spending time with her was like stealing from death.
It was time taken out of time.
She, young and beautiful,
Once she held my corpse and said
'We are the same, you and I'.
I laughed,
A harsh,
mean, laugh that said
'You're right, we are. But that's none of your business'.
She sat on the grass
legs out stretched,
I would lie my head on her thighs.
She looked down at me and sweetly said
'Do you love me a little? '
A line from a film I had intrduced her to.
I answered with:
'What time is it? '
It was all time out of time.
Time stolen from the jaws of death
The death that nibbles away the hours,
the minutes,
the seconds of our lives so slowly we rarely even notice.
Laying there,
in the grass,
in the park,
we were co-conspiritors
stealing time from time
stealing it from death itself.
Stealing time from each other.
Such a fine line,
it occurs to me as I write this
between 'stealing' and 'wasting' sometimes.
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poem by Brevet Wilson
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The Selfish Shellfish
Deep in the briny sea
Was a monk fish monastery;
A prayerful variety
Of contemplative piety
From gentle soles to trout,
All swimmingly devout,
Where once a pious oyster
Went strolling ‘round the cloister,
And he was quietly grumbling,
His tummy it was rumbling.
He spied a tasty morsel,
A fellow shark monk's dorsal.
He lopped it with his chopper,
And hid it good and proper.
He'd eat it some time later
With peas and beans and ‘tater.
There's no way he would share it,
His stomach wouldn't bear it.
Meanwhile the poor old shark monk
Swims round and round like he's quite drunk.
To swim quite straight he needs all fins;
He twists and swerves, he dives and spins
Into a crazy cork screw loop;
His fin must be saved from the soup.
The other monks are looking
At what the oyster's cooking.
They see he has the shark fin;
They can't allow this shell fish sin
And since he is a sinner,
They confiscate his dinner,
And sew in back on shark monk's back
So he can get himself on track.
The oyster now is pleading;
Forgiveness he is needing.
He's being quite rambunctious;
He's big and plump and scrumptious,
And so the monks decide his fate
Is to be served up on a plate.
So now they all are wine-ing,
They're dancing and they're dining,
In their monastic cellar
On oyster Rockefeller.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Christ himself, who preached the life of love, was yet as lonely as any man that ever lived. Yet I could not say that he was mistaken because he preached the life of love and fellowship, and lived and died in loneliness; nor would I dare assert his way was wrong because a billion men have since professed his way and never followed it.
quote by Thomas Wolfe
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The Only Monk Keyed
The monk...
He has the key!
Does that make him,
The only monk keyed who sees?
Inspired by:
Mr. Duncan Wyllie
'Hi Duncan,
Thought I would have some fun with your poem,
'He Sees'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No people is wholly civilized where a distinction is drawn between stealing an office and stealing a purse.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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And the whole thing is that you're treated like a step-child. Here it was down here, everything in the black, because they were stealing, basically. Stealing from us old country boys down here.
quote by Waylon Jennings
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White Hair
i let the years pass on my busy days
this and that
those and there and here
contemplation is a monk and he has not come
my door is open
and the crowd came in. Leaves of years keep
falling like it is caused by the cyclone
of my moving forward onward
this and that and those and there and everywhere
until one moment when the last white hair fell
and then i shudder
to all these and that and those and there and here
and nowhere
and nothing, until the monk in saffron cloth came
asking me
if i am finally going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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