You canot know the bugs of a bed that you have not lain on.
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Gail
A tree has grown on the spot
Where her body did rest
Blood seeped into the soil
From the knife in her chest
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
What a lovely young girl
Everybody would say
You can still hear her laugh
In the shadows on a cold winter's day
A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail
I wonder how the dog remembers Gail
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Shadow of a stick canot protect one from the sun.
Bugs Bunny! !
My honey bunny
Dunt be bugs bunny
Its matter of souls
Not a flare funny
The day I found ur soul
I was cherishd with love
Isn't it funny?
My bugs bunny!
Let's make it little better
Let's do it finer
Let s do it out of grinny
My honey bunny
Dunt be bugs bunny
Loves on mind
Peace in soul
Let's not make it funny
My honey bunny
Dunt b bugs bunny
poem by Somia Race
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Bugs On Our Skin
The bugs are the bugles of nature for some,
Hurting is their tip, forming a lack of power;
The bugs have diverse rules, never to understand
As their bite is on this date, and the craft is clear.
The minding of these insects is immense,
Slowly we bite them with our strategy and tactics,
It takes the army some, the reality beckons
But we are in shivers for the pain and suffering.
Huge bugs will define us, what are our habits?
Their forewings and hindwings can handle their flight
To ruin our skin, with their feeding habits.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Daze
Bugs of all types,
Crawl on the wall.
They crawl onto my body,
And I just sit there.
I stare at the TV,
And ignore the bugs.
They crawl all over me,
Up on my face,
Down my legs,
On my arms,
Everywhere.
Someone comes in,
They see all the bugs,
Covering my body now.
They scream,
And try to get me uncovered.
I just sit there,
Doing nothing but watching,
The black screen.
Once they have me uncovered,
They shake me,
But I don't come out of my daze.
I sit there,
As they call nine-one-one.
Once they get here,
They try to,
Get me out of my daze.
But even they can't.
They just leave me there,
Sitting and staring,
At a black screen.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Back then, my idol was Bugs Bunny, because I saw a cartoon of him playing ball - you know, the one where he plays every position himself with nobody else on the field but him? Now that I think of it, Bugs is still my idol. You have to love a ballplayer like that.
quote by Nomar Garciaparra
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Better biofuels are a really big deal. That means we can precisely engineer the molecules in the fuel chain and optimize them along the way. So, if all goes well, they're going to have designer bugs in warm vats that are eating and digesting sugars to excrete better biofuels. I guess that's better living through bugs.
quote by John Doerr
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Bugs Don’t Like Fire
Bugs don’t like fire,
or smoke,
they are so little
they choke.
Bugs do breath,
But you can’t see,
they also die from
Bug spray, so please,
just find another way,
not to pollute
and take away,
Their time here today.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Bugs
What's that?
'Bugs!
They're all over the place!
And not one of them
Has the intelligence...
To take the taps off their shoes!
Why they want us to know they are around now,
When that has been known...
Long before bleeching creams,
Plastic surgery and hair processing!
Is a mystery! '
Well...
It's not who you know,
But how good you blow...
And get that flow going these days.
'Oh...
So these bugs are probably not aware,
They are only to perform 'inside' jobs?
And think being in 'here' will reveal something
They believe we can deliver?
They are 'way' off course!
We are at least 800 miles North of D.C.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Antique
Put me on the wall like she always do,
never been dusted off know she cheatin too,
beenin on the wall see everything like mini doll,
can't believe she keep blowing me off,
nothing but a antique put on a wall,
hear every sound see every fall,
see you cryin can't stand that you doing me wrong,
but its ok I forgive every winter,
when you tryin to auction me off,
can't stand that wall so dusted up there,
if I fall I'm going to break nobody cares,
Imagine me as a antique,
know it bugs you because it bugs me,
like bugs cause the glass has holes,
feeling so lonely up on a board walkway,
see you tomarrow girl in the same place,
I know she got gace but I don't see it,
when she cook bacon I have to smell it,
antique antique antique,
now lookin for change don't know if I find it,
nothing but a antique seeing & hearing everything.
poem by Tommy Laster
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I have to think as Bugs Bunny, not of Bugs Bunny.
quote by Chuck Jones
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The Shadowed
Hard as the bed in the earth
where a stone has lain —
so rough, so tough, and so cold, —
Winter’s stranglehold
dumb numbs with callous hand.
Musty dusty as smell
of old earth on a vein -
oozing damp through its pores —
Winter’s white blanket is lain,
chilling me to the core
with fine filigree hair;
stealing sight from my eyes.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Answering Machine
We flew here to see you
My feelings and I
I looked down on the city
From up in the sky
The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
Spring had come early
In the parks and the old town
I came with a mission
To patch up a dream
We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
Into the answering machine
I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen
A heartbreak of a statue
In the bullet-proof mirrors
Where your eyes used to be
I stared at myself and I called for some help
Into the answering machine
The day slipped by and I tried and tried
You took me home and you said
"Goodnight, Sleep tight"
On the floor by the bedroom door
I watched you sleep and I left before first light
The bugs don't bite
The bugs don't bite
The bugs bite
From the land of the frozen
To the land of the low
We journeyed together
But we were always alone
So if I should come calling
Best not pick up the phone
Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me
Let me talk to the answering machine
I can cope with the answering machine
I'm a friend of the answering machine
song performed by by Marillion
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Web Of Lies
Caught in your web of lies,
and you can’t get out,
Your spider is doing time
In your prison of doubt.
Doubting now what is the truth,
You can’t keep it straight
and now it’s bugging you.
Yes, the lying bugs are going to start eating at your web,
Chewing on it and making it shred,
Shred to pieces for bugs are taking over thee,
They are in your mind and you can’t set them free.
Your mind is contaminated with your lying bug fleas,
Adding to your mind’s delusional state,
the state that you did make.
poem by Christina Sunrise (20 August 2011)
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The Answering Machine
We flew here to see you
My feelings and i
I looked down on the city
From up in the sky
The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
Spring had come early
In the parks and the old town
I came with a mission
To patch up a dream
We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
Into the answering machine
I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen
A heartbreak of a statue
In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be
I stared at myself and I called for some help
Into the answering machine
The day slipped by and I tried and tried
You took me home and you said goodnight. sleep tight.
On the floor by the bedroom door
I watched you sleep and I left before first light
The bugs dont bite
The bugs dont bite
The bugs bite
From the land of the frozen
To the land of the low
We journeyed together
But we were always alone
So if I should come calling
Best not pick up the phone
Cause Im no good for you and youre no good for me
Let me talk to the answering machine
I can cope with the answering machine
Im a friend of the answering machine
song performed by by Marillion
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The Shadow
Soft as the bed in the earth
Where a stone has lain—
So soft, so smooth and so cool,
Spring closes me in
With her arms and her hands.
Rich as the smell
Of new earth on a stone,
That has lain, breathing
The damp through its pores—
Spring closes me in
With her blossomy hair;
Brings dark to my eyes.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Chameleon Boy
A chameleon lies in the sizzling heat,
I watch it intently, pondering what color it will be,
Lying slack as can be, an ashen rock providing coziness.
I detest that chameleon; it looks like my ex-boyfriend.
A lazy deadbeat ass!
As if it heard me it moved his scaly head, turns to face me,
His protruding eyes open, his long slimy tongue slides out as if he tastes my scent in the air,
I feel a sense of anxiety as he looks at me with judgmental beady eyes, just as my boyfriend used to do.
His slimy tongue twisting on the rock catching bugs swarming in the air, poor bugs fly away! Don't let his slick tongue deceive you!
I feel for the helpless bugs, I was once a bug myself.
His color changes from ashen gray to avocado green, as he gets up, more deception,
With a final goodbye that chameleon leaves, unbeknown to him, he added salt to already fresh vulnerable wound.
poem by Francesca Marie
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Love Without Remorse!
lightning bugs in winter,
your kisses almost as rare!
a fallout shelter in the midst of a slum,
on the last day on earth!
a bowl of rice for the hungry,
and oil rigs shut down by conscience....
guns and swords to shovels and hoes,
salvation preachers to salvation workers!
political liars to human concern,
profit turned to compassion.
prejudice to acceptance,
lonliness to involvement....
the earth treated with reverence,
common people treated with fairness...
lightning bugs in winter....
love without remorse!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hurry Down Doomsday
The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming temple of the railroad kings
Hes planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie write yourself another book
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husbands pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
For their tears
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie
Get yourself off the book
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
Forget about beethoven, rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about mickey mouse, marlboro and coca cola
Forget about cadillac, mercedes and toyota
Forget about buddha, allah, jesus and jehovah
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
Any day now a giant insect mutation
Will swoop down and devour the white mans burden
Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
Better make like a fly if you dont want to die
Look out there goes gordon
But I cant bring myself to think
Wake up zombie
Kick up a big stink
You want to scream and shout my little saxon lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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