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Who Buys My Thought?
Who buys my thought buys not a bottle of honey
But strands of a hopeless future bottled up.
A future that is threatened
By mortal diseases threatened
The future of the African child.
Of eyes that look out and see an endangered tomorrow threatening an already imagined better future.
Who buys my thought buys not a haven of peace and bliss
But of battling thoughts.
Thoughts of what the future would be
The tomorrow of the African child.
Who buys my thought buys a strenous desire for a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow for the African child
Who buys my thought?
poem by Mabel C. Mozie
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Who drinks at night, buys himself death, who drinks in bed, buys himself a coffin.
Something about the women in the genealogical register of Jesus Christ
(after P.W. Buys)
Right next to the Timna road she is in a veil
where small Tamar alluring waits on Juda,
Salmon could not refuse the slut Rahab
when she sneaked to him in the dark night.
Boas was well-off and a big flatterer
when for days he secretly watched Ruth.
I can have contempt on these women as a leader
and still I wonder how He regards me with esteem?
[Reference: "Stamboek" (Genealogical register) by P.W. Buys.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Where There's Smoke, There's Failure
So it goes like this,
Guy meets girl.
Guy buys flowers.
Girl puts them in a vase.
Guy buys a ring.
Girl says yes.
Guy goes to work.
Girl goes to work.
Guy meets girl.
Girl meets guy.
Guy and girl fight about girl and guy.
Guy leaves work for new work and gets an apartment by himself.
Girl moves over seas and doesn't have to work any more because she has a new guy and the old guy has to send her money from his new work.
Guy writes poems.
Guy writes about new girl and old girl and new guy and work and old friends.
Guy wants to stop working and sell poems about the stuff in his life so that he can do other stuff in his life without having to go to real work.
Guy does not yet have high selling collection of poems.
Guy goes to work.
Guy meets girl.
Guy buys flowers.
poem by John W. McEwers
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A man in a bookstore buys a book on loneliness and every woman in the store hits on him. A woman buys a book on loneliness and the store clears out.
quote by Doug Coupland
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An Enemy To Law And Order
A is defrauded of his land by B,
Who's driven from the premises by C.
D buys the place with coin of plundered E.
'That A's an Anarchist!' says F to G.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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And I Feel So Guilty
today she buys a rotten apple
she says it is hard for her to notice
the market is crowded and she is in a hurry
she also buys canned goods in bulk
whose dates on the label have already expired
she says it is hard for her to notice
the mall is crowded and she is in a hurry
she has this usual style of repeating lines
when caught in the midst of her stupidities
but i do not let any stone unturned and i
ask her why she is in a hurry
she is in a hurry to be back home
she says she misses me
she says she is cooking dinner for me
she says she is stupid enough to have ever loved me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Little Money Buys
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST CARS AND HOUSES AND FANCY TIES.
IT HAS NO MEANING WHEN SOMEONE DIES.
JUST TO HEIRS WHO COVET ITS SIZE.
IT WON'T PLANT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE LIES.
JUST DISTORT TRUTH WHEN JUSTICE TRIES.
IT'S NO SOLUTION FOR LONELY SIGHS.
JUST A CRUEL IMPOSTOR IN DISGUISE.
IT CAN'T EMBRACE A CHILD WHO CRIES.
JUST GIVE SAD HOPE, NOT LOVE THAT'S WISE.
IT WILL NEVER BUY A SINGLE SUNRISE.
JUST STEAL DAYS PROMISING A FALSE PRIZE.
IT'S FUNNY HOW LITTLE MONEY BUYS.
JUST 'WHATS' OF LIFE, NOT PRECIOUS 'WHYS'.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Richie Rich Buys Your Repossessed Houses
beware the politician who says
he won't let your salaries be raised
because it would cause inflation
any real politician worth his salt would know
when millions are having houses repossessed
due to unemployment no salary no food it blows
desperate times need desperate aid measures
we should all hate politicians who demand
we citizens must all tighten our poor belts
while government exempt votes themselves hot pay raises
buys up cheap white hot property belonging to citizens
richie rich buys repossessed houses at cut throat prices
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Feel Fine
Babys good to me you know
Shes happy as can be, you know
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says shes mine, you know
She tells me all the time, you now
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Im so glad that shes my little girls
Shes so glad shes telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
Shes in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Baby says shes mine, you know
She tells me all the time, you now
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Im so glad that shes my little girls
Shes so glad shes telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
Shes in love with me and I feel fine
Shes in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Originally by the beatles
song performed by by Nirvana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Written at an Inn at Henley
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire,
From flattery, cards, and dice, and din;
Nor art thou found in mansions higher
Than the low cot, or humble inn.
'Tis here with boundless power I reign,
And every health which I begin,
Converts dull port to bright champagne;
Such Freedom crowns it, at an inn.
I fly from pomp, I fly from plate,
I fly from Falsehood's specious grin;
Freedom I love, and form I hate,
And choose my lodgings, at an inn.
Here, waiter! take my sordid ore,
Which lackeys else might hope to win;
It buys what courts have not in store,
It buys me Freedom, at an inn.
Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome -- at an inn.
poem by William Shenstone
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I Fell Fine
Babys good to me you know
Shes happy as can be you know
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says shes mine you know
She tells me all the time you know
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Im so glad that shes my little girl
Shes so glad shes telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings you know
She said so
Shes in love with me and I feel fine
Baby says shes mine you know
She tells me all the time you know
She said so
Im in love with her and I feel fine
Im so glad that shes my little girl
Shes so glad shes telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings you know
She said so
Shes in love with me and I feel fine
Shes in love with me and I feel fine
song performed by by Beatles
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He who buys what he don't want, will soon sell what he does want.
He who buys what he cannot pay for, sells what he would rather not.