When the calf is stolen, the peasant mends the stall.
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Time Mends A Broken Heart
(jeff lynn/ kiki dee)
Producer for bonnie: christopher neil
Im living in another time another place
I knew you then
It used to be a different world
And now I start to live again
A sight of heaven in a grain of sand
Leading me on taking me by the hand
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart
I see you in another life
Theres someone else that I didnt know
Theres someone else that I dont know
It used to hurt me deep inside
I had to learn to let you go
I thought that happiness was by your side
I didnt know that it was here in me
And still alive
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Time mends a broken heart
Love tears it all apart
But time mends a broken heart
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The stolen ox sometimes puts his head out of the stall.
Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep.
quote by Woody Allen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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God is a funny guy
humor on high
how we get by
from day to day
God made us this hilarious way
penguin waddle
hippo grin
dolphin glee
as it swims the amazing sea
child's unique play
calf let out of the stall
kicks up its heels
coworkers' antics make us climb the wall
we're made in the image of God
even his crazy creatures
he must be a funny guy
laughing with us
from his heavenly pod
poem by Harlan Simantel
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Once Children Are Rifting
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Know Your Mother
A cow knows which her calf is.
A calf knows which its cow is.
God knows me who see not Him.
Instead, I know my mother.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mubarak Throttles His Creation Fatted Calf
Behold fatted calf Egypt
is my cow I
order chaos sacrifice...
my cash cow stolen
cannot be taken
from me Mubarak hero...
I Mubarak shalt vent
wounded rage
Egypt not worthy of me...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Children Are Rifting!
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it's out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God …. `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse…
There are my children …… intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It's very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade..........``Deceased``
(26th August 2011)
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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The Calf and the Giraffe
Once upon a time was born a gentle brown-eyed calf
Who lived near a zoo and met a tall, wise giraffe.
The calf said to the tall, wise giraffe, “Come and run with me.”
The giraffe replied, “I can’t since I live within these walls you see.”
The confused brown-eyed calf asked, “Can’t they let you out.”
The giraffe smiled and asked, “Do you know what a zoo’s about? ”
The gentle calf said, “You did something wrong so you’re in jail.”
The wise giraffe laughed and explained that his was a happy tale.
He said, “For everyone who visits the zoo there’s so much joy I give.
As one day you’ll love your babies and teach them how to live.
So let’s enjoy every day and look forward to what’s in store.
Then both of us can give to others since that’s what life is for.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Deserving Is An Evaluation
If a peasant got a princes as wife,
Everyone would say he doesn’t deserve her.
The peasant would not subscribe to it.
The evaluation is from jealousy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Milkcow Calf Blues
(Robert Johnson)
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Tell me, milk cow, what on earth is wrong with you?
Well, well, you have a new calf, hoo hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
[Spoken:] Now, you know that calf done got hungry
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he needs a suck
Well, now, but the milk is turnin' blue, hoo hoo, and I believe he's outta luck
Now I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come
I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn
I'm cryin' plea-hease, please, don't do me wrong
You can give-a right milk and butter, now, baby, you-hoo, will stay at home
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
She been troublin' some other bull cow, hoo hoo
Lord, in this man's town
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A Famous Dog Story
The story I am about to tell you it well may be true
For the one who told it to me for to give him his due
Is one who does not make up stories nor neither is he
One prone to imagine it would seem to me.
We were swapping dog stories myself and old Lew
Of dogs we heard tell of and dogs that we knew
Of dogs who are honoured in story and rhyme
The history of their greatness has lived on in time.
But the best dog story he told me was one I heard before
When I was a young school-boy going back five decades or more
The greatest dog story that he can recall
Perhaps is the greatest dog story of all.
A story from early Spring the weather was cold
The red shorthorn calf had strayed from her mother a young five days old
In the field by the farm-yard the cow bellowed around
But her calf did not reply and was not to be found.
The farmer searched for her with Shep his brown cattle dog
But no trace of the calf in the field by the bog
He then thought the calf may have strayed and in a bog hole drown
Still no trace of the young heifer though the bog he searched up and down.
But in the gray dawning of the very next day
Old Shep the brown dog to the yard made his way
With the red heifer calf suckling on the end of his tail
That the clever dog had dipped into a full milk pail.
The mother cow was delighted her calf she did lick
And none more relieved than the old farmer Mick
As he patted his dog you're a hero he did say
This a famous dog story that lives on today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Taxidermists
To the calf-less cow, a stuffed calf
Serves as a stimulus. She is in fantasy
To squash her teats.
To a thirsty man, a woman in photo
Or in thought is held in fantasy
To release his seeds.
Cow is fooled. Man is self-fooled.
09.08.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stall Your Master
Stall your master one day at a time
To achieve a greater state of being,
But only one day at a time.
Cry not today, nor the day after,
Instead, stall each day with laughter!
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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Christmas Cards
Every christmas card I write
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write
On the little desk in the corner of my room
I find stolen the next day
I find stolen the next day
All of the christmas cards I write
Become stolen the next day
From my room
In my little desk in the corner of my room
Every christmas card I write
Is stolen
Is stolen
Every christmas card I write
Been stolen
From the little desk in the corner of my room
Its been stolen
Every day
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen from my desk
I dont know why
Its been stolen
Its been stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Dent
In memory of Michael Allen
The height of one stall at odds with the next in your grandfather's byre
where cattle allowed themselves to speak only at Yule
gave but little sense of why you taught us to admire
the capacity of a three-legged stool
to take pretty much everything in its stride,
even the card-carrying Crow who let out a war-whoop
now your red pencil was poised above my calf-hide
manuscript like a graip above a groop.
The depth of a dent in the flank of your grandfather's cow
from his having leaned his brow
against it morning and night
for twenty years of milking by hand
gave but little sense of how distant is the land
on which you had us set our sights.
poem by Paul Muldoon
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For all the gold and silver stolen and shipped to Spain did not make the Spanish people richer. It gave their kings an edge in the balance of power for a time, a chance to hire more mercenary soldiers for their wars. They ended up losing those wars anyway, and all that was left was a deadly inflation, a starving population, the rich richer, the poor poorer, and a ruined peasant class.
quote by Hans Konig
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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