Related quotes
The more you stir a turd, the worse it stinks.
Stop The Train (feat. Peter Tosh)
Stir it up little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
It's been a long long time since I've got you on my mind
And now you are here
I say it's so clear
To see what we can do, honey, just me and you
Come on and stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
I'll push the wood, I'll blaze your fire
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire
Said I'll stir it up, yeah, ev'ry minute, yeah
All you got to do is keep it in, baby
And stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up, yeah
Oh, will you quench me while I'm thirsty?
Come and cool me down when I'm hot?
Your recipe, darling, is so tasty
And you sure can stir your pot
So stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
song performed by by Bob Marley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The more you stir the mire, the more it stinks.
To Spread a Disgust
A filth disguised,
Does not hide its stench.
It will still smell!
It will still leave a trail,
That stinks.
And does that quite well.
That is its purpose.
To spread a disgust.
And discussing that with others,
Of like minds!
They are of the demonic kind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Here we are in the 70's when everything really is horrible and it really stinks. The mass media, everything on television everything everywhere is just rotten. You know it's just really boring and really evil, ugly and worse.
quote by Lester Bangs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
If something stinks, I say it stinks. But I try to massage it a little and not be as cutting, come behind it with a joke: Hey, I cut you deep, but now let me put a couple of stitches in you.
quote by Wanda Sykes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fountain Of Filth
There it was
Just like old faithful
The eternal fountain of filthi
I took a walk straight out of town
But then I stopped and took my time for pleasure
I was alone, I looked around
I heard a voice 50 I buckled for safety
And there it was down on the ground
A pool of sound that showed my own reflection
In a fountain of filth
Eternal fountain of filth
I tried to run I couldnt move
Frozen solid while the thoughts of men
Attacked me
Out of my head the fountain shot
And drowned me in a serum that I couldnt
Put a stop to
It was me myself and I locked in a struggle
With the talking head below me
In a fountain of filth
Eternal fountain of filth
I got a hunger that makes me say things
I got a hunger that makes me do things
I got a hunger that makes me want things
Im just a victim of filth
Nowhere are we safe
From the power of
From the reach of
From the appeal of
The eternal fountain of filth
song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The more thou stir it, the worse it will be.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Never stir up litigation. A worse man can scarcely be found than one who does this.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
After The Filth Has Been Filtered
After the filth has been filtered,
And drained from minds forced to open...
There will be more honest discussions,
Attempted and made...
Between those in shadows,
And those accustomed to giving shade.
After the filth has been filtered.
With more uninhibited wishes,
From those who escaped away from those days...
When people were afraid to remove those masks,
Some homemade...
That did not convey true portrayals.
But were worn instead,
To deny and hide themselves with choices to be led.
And after the filth has been filtered,
More of life for them begins.
More of life is felt and shared.
With the necessity of charades and masquerades,
For them to end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beautiful the Virgin
Beautiful is the virgin, whose tainted purity causes pity in all man's breast.
Innocence there is not, trickery is their everything.
Has no one spared a thought to wonder?
Has no one spared a spark to the imagination?
Beautiful is the virgin, deflowered filth.
Whore to those that pity such filth, anger against those disgusted by filth.
Innocence, an illusion with such vivid imagination, whose trickery is this?
poem by Prince Daugherty
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Food and waste
From the cradle to the grave,
We gulp every thing as sweat
And after the process of digestion
The food defecates as filth.
The world to a child is honey.
The world to the old turns a filth.
24.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Upon Over-Much Niceness
Tis much to see how over nice some are
About the body and household affair,
While what's of worth they slightly pass it by,
Not doing, or doing it slovenly.
Their house must be well furnished, be in print,
Meanwhile their soul lies ley, has no good in't.
Its outside also they must beautify,
When in it there's scarce common honesty.
Their bodies they must have tricked up and trim,
Their inside full of filth up to the brim.
Upon their clothes there must not be a spot,
But is their lives more than one common blot.
How nice, how coy are some about their diet,
That can their crying souls with hogs'-meat quiet.
All drest must to a hair be, else 'tis naught,
While of the living bread they have no thought.
Thus for their outside they are clean and nice,
While their poor inside stinks with sin and vice.
poem by John Bunyan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Still Lost You
Nothing new, nothing different, nothing better, nothing more
Nothing else to give you I didnt give before
I gave my love completely, my heart was always yours
It wouldnt do, I still lost you
You want to give it one chance; dont know why we should
Wed never get that far again or make the love that good
We had our chance, we blew it; and Ill never understand
Careless fools, I still lost you
You want to fan the flames of love, stir up passions fire
Conjure up familiar lusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we dont have now; and I would just compare
I refuse, I still lost you
Too late for starting over, it hardly ever works
Too many missing pieces, too much water, too much hurt
I already lost you once, and that makes matters worse
Whats the use, I still lost you
Oh you want to fan the flames of love, stir up passions fire
Conjure up familiar lusts, stir up past desires
What we had then, we dont have now; and I would just compare
I refuse, I still lost you
Oh whats the use, I still lost you
I lost you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Dream My Friend, You Must Dream
dream my friend
without dreams we become too real
and reality stinks like a stone without gloss
without color
plain weight without sight
the hardness
that Sisyphus
suffers unnecessarily
so my friend you must dream
the world is too much
for us to bear
dream we must to dare
we have still time to spare
without dreams we are nothing
we are worse than nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Varanasi
Amongst the filth
the sweet sound of the flute player
carries through the heated air
and everywhere,
down the Ghats
at sunrise,
the pilgrims gather
along the sacred river Ganges;
devoted to life,
birth and death.
Here in ancient Varanasi
against the backdropp of temples centuries old,
the soul of man
finds its own way home
amongst the filth.
poem by Diana Rosser
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!