The wind that carried the mortar will not fail to carry the pestle.
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A pestle upon a peg, and a mortar upon a clothes line.
The skill of using a mortar and pestle never leaves one.
Epitaph On John Adams, Of Southwell - A Carrier, Who Died Of Drunkenness
JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A Carrier who carried his can to his mouth well:
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more‑so was carried at last;
For, the liquor he drank, being too much for one,
He could not carry off,--so he's now carri-on.
At The Kitchen
she is preparing
breakfast
and i can hear the
pounding of the
pestle and the mortar
spices perhaps
black pepper
and some sliced layers
of onions
there is something that
i do not want to hear
the sound of
tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Have A Balance
to create
a balance
does not mean
equality,
it is more of
a hammer and
gavel
arrangement
roof to
floors
pestle to
mortar function
ah, like the most
common
scene that we always
have
from the beginning
to achieve this
balance
somehow
there must be a
heaven to
an earth
there is no such
thing as
a flat
river
otherwise
what can the
sea be?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beat my heart like the gong
Beat my heart like the gong
At the feast of san vicente
Beat it softly with your
Pink palms and if it does not sound
Beat it with greater force
Like mortar and pestle
(No sound still)
Beat it again please patiently
And if it sounds
Let us go on a long journey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Carry Your Heart With Me
(An ode to EE Cummings' 'I carry your heart with me')
Tell me his name....
Maybe, I'll ask the sun,
Perhaps he remembers where he hides it,
Perhaps, I'll ask the wind,
Wishing that it might sing to me
Where it carried it,
Maybe, I'll ask the clouds,
Hoping, it'll sail me to where you flew to,
Somehow, I ought to ask the man on the moon,
Sitting alone, feeling gloom,
Him with the envious eye, miserable inside,
To open the secret to where you reside,
Only...you're in my heart,
where you're meant to be
I carry you with me
poem by by unknown author
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Carried Away
(barry gibb/albhy galuten)
There you are
Shiny as a morning star
Its a figure of speech
But youre still out of reach
You never told me loving you could be so wrong and right
And its gonna be a lonely night
I turn to you
You turn away
Youre looking at someone else
And here am i
Loving you more and more
Weve got an open door, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Cest la vie
So you wanna play another part
Can you say goodbye
Can you live a lie
Shell never give you what I gave you was my breaking heart
Better than I ever knew
And if you can live without my love
Youre really gonna be alone
And here am i
Walking against the crowd
Calling your name out loud, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Carried away
Baby there aint no final word
Ill be yours again
I got a world of tenderness
Yours until the end
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Y.... River meets desert
A young river,
So strong
Nothing could stop it
Nothing went wrong
Big rocks in its way
No problem at all
It went over them
Around them if tall
But then it met the desert
Water sank deep into sand
Huge problem for the river
It looked like its life was to end
Desperately
It turned to our God
'Please, God help me
To get away from or over this spot'
A voice from above said
'Look at the wind in the sky
It crosses the desert so easily
So just stop to cry! '
'But I am not wind, I am water
How can I cross
Please help me
I am at a loss'
'Did you forget dear river, '
Said the voice from above
'Long time before you were a river
The wind carried you with love'
The river let its water evaporate
Allowed the wind to carry it once more
In its loving arms,
wind held the river as before
Across the desert they went
A lot of water in a big large cloud
And at the other side
The wind let it rain out
There the river again became strong
Even better and stronger than before
With much vigor it ran
For everyone to adore
Dear young men and women alike
If you meet with the desert or anything wrong
Remember who carried you
Before you became a river so strong
poem by Aufie Zophy
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I Talk To The Wind
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
Ive been here and Ive been there
And Ive been in between.
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
Im on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.
You dont possess me
Dont impress me
Just upset my mind
Cant instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.
song performed by by King Crimson
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Crushing Pestle
I take my habits outside
and crush them in the pestle
because they constrain my life
even as I yearn to move beyond them.
I set aflame all my cultural presuppositions
because they prevent me from seeing.
I take each and every thought which in the past
seemed evident
and like Einstein
ask why do I accept these ideas as true?
I am in pursuit of my own genius
and its antecedents.
But my pestle strategy
is seen by all as rebellious
and I am crushed low soon
by church and state.
But visions never die
and in the dead of night
they return
asking why
tossing and turning
in my mind.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Autumn Wind
Autumn wind carry me away
To a loving place in which to stay
Where the sun shines above the bay
With kind words in which to say
Where love will flourish every day
Just hold me close
In my world you mean the most
Like the sun rising over the coast
Sitting by the fire pit
Marshmallows on a stick to roast
Champagne for us to toast
Autumn wind carry me away
To a place far away
Where the passion comes to stay
Where the winds of romance blows this way
With a love that lasts all day
Autumn wind carry me away
Autumn wind have your say
Autumn wind save my day
Autumn wind come to stay
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Kerry
Kerry, so cool and so clever
I know, cause you told me so
Youve got it bad for yourself
And nobody else can hold a candle to you
So lm told
Wont you give us a break
Dont take it too far
Wont you give yourself a chance
Youre enough as you are.
Yeah, you might be o.k.
And it might be all wrong
To carry on
Oh kerry you can carry on
Just dont get carried away
Oh kerry, its o.k. to carry on
But dont get carried away,
Watch it now, kay oh kerry
I must have been crazy to think
That I could find you
When you were lost
Girl, you cant know what youre saying
When you slip away
Teil me baby, is it worth the cost
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Carry On
Carry on ...
So what can I do, what can I say
Do I have to stand and
Watch you walk away
I know theres got to be
A better way
I just cant go on living for today
I thought I heard a voice
Out on the wind
And Im sure I heard it say
Id find a friend
And it said Id find
The answers in the end
All I gotta do is carry on
Carry on, carry on, the time is flyin
You need another love
Maybe another town
Carry on, carry on
Dont wait until your hope is gone
When your last chance
Comes round
Im gonna keep on looking
I wont quit
Aggravation
It aint gonna hurt a bit
And I believe that
I have seen the last of it
Theres nothing left to do
But carry on
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Got To Work Too And Earn My Living
the hours passed
so swiftly
now it is 9: 04 on my watch
i have written
poems
candidly
direct from the mind
to this blank eyes
always staring at me
this dumb monitor
i like to write more
but what can i do?
got to work to and
earn my living
and got to hammer
some more
this mortar and pestle
of this justice
system that
does not really
work....
the Chief Justice
can kill me
but oh well,
this is nothing
but work
and work
and work
and work
nothing to do with justice
but work
nothing personal
(so it is but impersonal)
no eyes
just this blindness
hammer, hammer now
hammer out, hammer in
this gavel
this, oh, well, this bread
of life
this death for some
this escape for you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Western Wind.
The western wind
so hot for me to bear
so cold for me to fear
the brat icared for
caried away by the wind
too haevy for me to carry
too light for me to leave
weighty as an iron rod
free from the control of human
The western wind!
the cold in it i adore
the heat in it i can't absorb
fresh to change a rough life
swift and calm do i admire it
the passion in it do i aspire
the joy in it do i require
too expensive for me acquire
though it is my greatest desire
to be carried away by the swift western wind
and never to return
The western wind! !
of which affection tends to be hot
but whose attention seems to be cold
it brought me to a junction of faint decision
I do not know which path to tread
The western wind
my greatest desire and my highiest panic.
poem by Kumolu Ayowale
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No time to chase the wind
My life had started, as i feel my life will end
with twists, and turns, curves, and a bend
I used to race the wind, and fight the storms
an endless game, between me, and shaded forms
i would try and try, but always fail
i was determined to win, i was just behind, i had it by the tail
i was to beat the wind i swore it so
at any costs i would win, i had a lifetime to go
But i was only a child, and i neglected to see
that as i grew older, the wind eluded me
there's no time for chasing the wind, to much work you see
the wind had won again, how could this be
i spent all my life, running, and running, so far away
never would i stop, there was no time to stay
theres no time for chasing the wind anymore
my joints are old and sore
my days are numbered, i bow down to thee
i give in to you, i have lost all strength, i'm stiff as a tree
my limbs have grown tired, my lungs out of air
i'v run for so long, i haven't a care
there's no time for racing the wind, thats it, no more
a silence befell the field, the wind and ceased, he dropped to the floor.
have you grown tired as well, is it time to rest
has this game gone on long enough, have i passed the test
i'm so tired now, so very tired now, all i want is to lay here...
lay here only a moment, he lay on the ground, silent and calm,
his chest rises and drops, it rises, then stops... his breath is long gone he draws his last breath, and his spirit carried on.
The wind swept away his soul and he traveled within the breeze.
at last he could see, what he had fought for so long
so peaceful, so light, serene as a romantic song
There is no time to chase the wind, you've carried on
theres no time to chase wind, for the wind is far gone
In memory of my great grandfather
William Powers
poem by Collin Hagan
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Baby Dumping In The World!
Mutated flowers and fruits dropp as snowflakes,
Born mutated human suffer and seek to be concerned,
The grain that implanted in the womb sucked,
The fetus formed out of wedlock washed out,
The passage to the glorious ovary camouflaged,
Gulping, injecting and inserting contraceptives,
Millions of enlightened human do it in disguise,
The human got in between the pestle and mortar,
Not knowing the convenience of development,
Carry the babies to full term and then kill them,
The babies are thrown into the dustbin alive and dead,
The babies are found in the houses of God,
While the ants and insects feast on their fresh cords,
Don't be a father to a baby that is aborted,
Don't be a daddy to a baby that is mutated,
Don't be a bapa to a baby that is dumped,
Don't father a baby to a woman who is not yours.
Don't be a mummy to a baby that is washed out,
Don't be a mother to a baby that is dumped and killed.
Don't sleep around to get the pool of sperms,
identify the sperm that impregnate with handheld kit,
push into the hell of fire to stand and suffer,
we, women, are left alone when we are in trouble.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Wind Horse
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, gentle Wind horse, you were the last of your kind.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you were running wild and free.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, with this freedom you did nothing but give;
When one called for help you carried them to safety,
No enemy did you have.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave your life one day
To a boy with no leg.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you gave him your endless love.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you now run in the Great Hunting Grounds;
Giving joy to those there, as you did here.
Da naho… It is said,
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, your life was not the last gift
You gave the People.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, you prayed for us, you wished a wish for us.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we remember you through your brother Horse.
Wi: yo: h … It is good.
Wind Horse, Wind Horse, we see you still.
poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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