Gay men in L.A. are all a bunch of tens looking for an eleven.
quote by Zach Braff
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Eleven
ELEVEN
Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
intrepid, courageous, becomingly bold,
awaiting the whistle to aim at the goal,
youth victory snatches to go for the gold.
Eleven in yellow, eleven in blue,
first warm up, then face out, they know what to do,
team practice their axis extended, each soul
feels ready, steels steady, heart heady, on cue.
Eleven enthusiasts, courage extolled,
engage without rage on the field that has told
long tales of hopes met or defeats swallowed whole,
on one ball all focus as onwards its rolled.
Eleven, eleven, well matched, tackle through,
a game which enflames passions partisan, true,
team work all important as each knows the role
to play so the day stays as record all view
Rupert Kensho Robin Le Saux written Chateaugiron 23 October 2006
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Eleven poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Eleven today
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Today you're eleven
That's nine add on two.
Now ten is behind you
And twelve is to come
When riding your bike
Don't fall on your bum.
A six and a five
Make eleven as well
Your maths are so good
This I don't need to tell.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Legs are eleven
But you've only TWO!
Eleven is better
Than ten any day
That's what I think
And I'm going to say:
'Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Eleven is lovely
And so too are you.'
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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The Brady Bunch
You can watch mr. rogers
You can watch threes company
And you can turn on fame or the nelywed game
Or the addams family
I say, you can watch barney miller
And you can watch your mtv
And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head
Thatll be ok with me
And you can watch (tv)
You can watch johnny carson
You can watch phil donahue
And you can use tv guide to help you decide
With capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 minutes
Even captain kangaroo
But theres only one set, so what ever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too
Say, give it up, give it up, televisions taking its toll
Thats enought, thats enough, gimme the remote controll
I been nice, I been good, please dont do this to me
Turn it off, turn it off, I dont want to have to see
The brady bunch
Not the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Its the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
Its a story of a man named brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone
Until the one day, one day when the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew it was much more than a hunch
Then they knew this group must somehow form a family
Thats the way, thats the way, thats the way they all became
The brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Oh, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Oh, the brady bunch, yeah
Oh, the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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I Can't Help Myself
Oh sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your picture behind
And i've kissed it a thousand times
When you snap your fingers or wink your eye
I come a running to you
Tied to you like a ball-and-chain
And there's nothing that i can do
Can't help myself
No, i can't help myself
Sugar pie, honey bunch
I'm weaker than a girl should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
I wanna tell you i don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And i've tried
But every time i see your face
I get all choked up inside
When i call your name
Boy it starts the flame
Burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how i try
My love i cannot hide
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You now that i'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
Ooh sugar pie honey bunch
I'll do anything you ask me to
I can't help myself
I want you and nobody else
Sugar pie, honey bunch
You know that i love you
I can't help myself
No no no, i can't help myself
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Eleven minutes. The world revolved around something that only took eleven minutes.
Paulo Coelho in Eleven Minutes (2003), translated by Margaret Jull Costa
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The secret is to work less as individuals and more as a team. As a coach, I play not my eleven best, but my best eleven.
quote by Knute Rockne
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There's an air of mystery around the Masons, but the reality is that they're mostly a bunch of veterans getting drunk in a lodge that they've built to look like a temple. It's just a bunch of guys trying to get away from their wives.
quote by Jimmy Kimmel
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There's a stability and growth pact which was agreed for the eleven countries which tries to limit the size of budget deficits among the eleven countries.
quote by Robert C. Solomon
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Alcohol is a very necessary article... It makes life bearable to millions of people who could not endure their existence if they were quite sober. It enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning.
George Bernard Shaw in Major Barbara (1907)
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What Is Needed Most Right Now
'That number multiplied by itself
Is no further than the previous number
Added to it!
5x5=25
6x6=36
Five plus six is eleven, right?
Add eleven onto 25 and you have 6x6!
Or subtract eleven from 36 and you will have 25! '
Why isn't mathematics taught that way?
In our schools?
'It would start an avalanche of thinkers...
And what is needed most right now,
Is a supply of more gullible people!
And 'that' we seem to be losing ground on.
That is becoming low in supply...
And ignorance spreads like wild fire!
Why?
We wonder.
WHO is subduing the process of thought?
They are 'not' doing a good job at that at all!
'Thinking Stinks'
And that is the message we want to send!
Critical thinking is not in demand.
We must create fresh beliefs
Before we lose the land! '
Good luck...
You lost me with this one!
Wake me up for recess!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mampi: A Girl Of 11
Pranab k c
15/07/2011
Father is blind of one eye
only the elder brother
going to lose his kidney
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She can't do anything to share
She can't learn her lesson well
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
She dreams to share her family
She dreams to fight a lot
Mampi the girl of eleven
feels poverty silently
One morning noise everywhere
Mampi sleeps noiseless
Mampi a girl of eleven
committed suicide
Two days later
family found a suicide note
broken words of Mampi's hand
give my kidney to my brother
give my eye to my father
I die because I learnt
man can share body-parts
with others after death'
Mampi the girl of eleven years
felt poverty silently
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Once on a day
Once on a hot July day
in a land far away
a bunch of skinny kids
came ashore
to do battle
with another bunch
of kids
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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I've been on stage since I was 7. That's where I'd rather be than anywhere else. Just because you can do a bunch of things doesn't mean you are a bunch of things. I can act. I can sing. But I am a dancer.
quote by Bebe Neuwirth
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Tweety Birds
Two tweety birds,
Hangout on a branch.
Two tweety birds,
Waiting for their lunch.
Their time is spent
Tweeting, preening in a bunch.
A ritual, a noise event.
Birds gather not in a 'bunch',
They stay together in a 'flock'.
I wrote 'bunch'
to rhyme with lunch.
So there, you have it in a block!
Birds of a feather flock together,
Sing melodious tunes
Birds of a feather in any weather,
Tweet in timely tunes.
In The Form Of Music
Tens of people find hard questions,
Understanding them entails thoughts
As their complexities unravel the beauty
Of time as it enters and exits
The space around us,
As it does end and finish with grace.
Singers find decimals and other numbers
In the form of sound,
This metre of space has sounds
In the rest of the evening
And the coming dawn.
Tens of people musically overcome
Their time in life, their living signals
Are emitted from the strength of tallness,
How are they strong in their height?
How do strong minstrels force their noise?
Why do they sweat and see the real song?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Just a Bunch of Lazy Leechers
If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
Instead of waiting for dates,
To motivate claims that we are aware of their aims...
And deeds!
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
And the hint of it...
Is the accepted decadence.
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Spending more time aggravating those who participate,
With lives lived to enhance what we've taken for granted.
Instead of doing dances of torment...
Like children who are disciplined,
And denied the playing with their toys that has to end!
Like them...
We are just a bunch of lazy leechers.
Ungrateful for our freedoms.
And spoiled with the beliefs...
We are here only to feed our selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For a night? Now come on, Maria, you’re exaggerating. It’s really only forty-five minutes, and if you allow time for taking off clothes, making some phoney gesture of affection, having a bit of banal conversation and getting dressed again, the amount of time spent actually having sex is about eleven minutes.
Paulo Coelho in Eleven Minutes (2003), translated by Margaret Jull Costa
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Experience Week Song
Saturday morning experience week
Im so nervous I can hardly speak
Arrive at cluny hill half past ten
Almost turned and went home again
Yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room
Felt like she was consigning me to my doom
What am I doing here? whats going on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Heres comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
Wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group after lunch
What a strange and motley bunch
What a strange and motley bunch
Come sunday morning, Im feeling bad
Enjoyed the dancing but now Im sad
Things feel different dont know why
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Monday morning, learned everybodys names
We go down to the ballroom to play some games
Something happened I can barely describe
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Tuesday morning with a hoover in my hand
Cleaning out the dining room, beginning to understand
Tuning in, tuning out
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Wednesday morning in the winter sunshine
Down to cullerne gardens and everybodys feeling fine
This wonderful place as smooth as a dream
Where eleven strangers become a team
Where eleven strangers just become a team
Thursday morning at a quarter past three
Im wide-awake in the sanctuary
Opening myself to the love and a light
Thanking God for steering me right
Thanking God for steering me right
So now its friday almost time to go home
And back into the big wide world I must roam
But Ill take it with me every single thing
Send it out with every song I sing
Send it out with every song I sing
So thats the tale of my experience week
It was beautiful and it was unique
It made me friends and it opened my heart
This isnt the end -- its just the start!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Experience Week Song
Saturday morning experience week
Im so nervous I can hardly speak
Arrive at cluny hill half past ten
Almost turned and went home again
Yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room
Felt like she was consigning me to my doom
What am I doing here? whats going on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Heres comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
Wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group after lunch
What a strange and motley bunch
What a strange and motley bunch
Come sunday morning, Im feeling bad
Enjoyed the dancing but now Im sad
Things feel different dont know why
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Monday morning, learned everybodys names
We go down to the ballroom to play some games
Something happened I can barely describe
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Changed my feelings, changed my life
Tuesday morning with a hoover in my hand
Cleaning out the dining room, beginning to understand
Tuning in, tuning out
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Starting to see what findhorn is all about
Wednesday morning in the winter sunshine
Down to cullerne gardens and everybodys feeling fine
This wonderful place as smooth as a dream
Where eleven strangers become a team
Where eleven strangers just become a team
Thursday morning at a quarter past three
Im wide-awake in the sanctuary
Opening myself to the love and a light
Thanking God for steering me right
Thanking God for steering me right
So now its friday almost time to go home
And back into the big wide world I must roam
But Ill take it with me every single thing
Send it out with every song I sing
Send it out with every song I sing
So thats the tale of my experience week
It was beautiful and it was unique
It made me friends and it opened my heart
This isnt the end -- its just the start!
song performed by by Waterboys
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