Some guy hit my fender, and I told him, 'Be fruitful and multiply,' but not in those words.
quote by Woody Allen
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I've Not Been To Jerusalem
No one told me it was easy
No one told me that this life
Would be only joy and happiness
And lacking any strife.
No one told me it was easy
No one said it was a breeze
With no problems on the journey
And just doing as I please.
No one told me that my future
Would be more troubled than my past
For I was young and optimistic
And lived each day as if my last.
No one told me that those black clouds
Would not be followed by blue skies
For I believed in providence
And no failure could be mine.
No one told me that this blackness
Would come a’knocking at my door
No one told me that my circumstance
Would not be hopeful anymore.
No one told me, no one told me
And I’m past remembering
The day those storm clouds gathered
And then dark was everything.
No one sees me, no one sees me
And I do not wonder why
For I simply am a virus
That makes problems multiply.
When I see you, when I see you
When my shadow hides your sun
Please look at me as who I am
Not what I have not done.
When you see me, when you see me
And you wonder where I’ve been
I’ve not been to Jerusalem
But to somewhere in between.
poem by David Keig
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Truth Will Not Multiply
Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.
Another funeral takes place
in the barren field of lies.
Fire burns the life’s hopes,
while town mourns the death.
Sunshine bakes the eyes
but truth will not multiply.
Desireless peak of thoughts
sets out the smoke,
towards our homes,
trampling the shame, guilt and hurts.
We were still indulging in useless talk
but truth will not multiply.
Virtue has a unique impulse
a drone in the ears.
Fog was waiting for the sky.
The planet empties a bucket of sorrow.
I will favour the faceless name,
but truth will not multiply.
poem by Satish Verma
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But Truth Will Not...
Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply.
Another funeral takes place
in the barren field of lies.
Fire burns the life’s hopes,
while town mourns the death.
Sunshine bakes the eyes
but truth will not multiply.
Desireless peak of thoughts
sets out the smoke,
towards our homes,
trampling the shame, guilt and hurts.
We were still indulging in useless talk
but truth will not multiply.
Virtue has a unique impulse
a drone in the ears.
Fog was waiting for the sky.
The planet empties a bucket of sorrow.
I will favour the faceless name,
but truth will not multiply.
poem by Satish Verma
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Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive
Tell the people
Tell the people that arrive
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
Die
Show your people
Show your people how we die
Show your people
Show your people how we die
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to nullify
No one needs to nullify
No one needs to nullify
No one needs to nullify
We don't need to nullify
We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to
We don't need to
Ask your people
Ask your people what is right
Ask your people
Ask your people what is right
We don't need to mulitply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
We don't need to multiply
No one needs to multiply
No one needs to multiply
No one needs to multiply
We don't need to multiply
song performed by by System Of A Down from Toxicity
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Words of Grace
Words that uplift another
Are words God blessed with grace
They leave the hearer feeling better
And show respect for the human race.
Words, not curses, bear eternal fruit
And multiply the goodness in life
These words should then be our pursuit
Not cursing words that will cause strife.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 25,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Mighty Teacher
They have one language and one mind,
They have one love and one world,
So listen to the mighty teacher around you;
For you are a beautiful woman and i am a handsome man,
And like the seed time and the harvest time around us.
A pleasing aroma,
To the man of the bush and the woman in love;
Be fruitful and multiply your love on this issue,
For the man on the sea is like the woman in the air.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Telulah
Life is like the songs of Mosheh,
And my ways are like a journey from Texas to Texas!
But, 'Yah-Way' is the way of the truth for you all.
My love is clean as crystal,
My mind is white as snow,
Like in the Lamb's Book of Life;
Oh Telulah, love is all that you need in this life.
Be fruitful and multiply like,
The craftsmen in bronze and iron;
Of the male and the female to a call on this earth,
With love as the keyword to all things.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Too Many Words
too many words
instead of filling up the gaps
multiply the empty
blank spaces between the lines
where the words
try to rule and conquer what thoughts
are trying to occupy
i like to make a point.
and this is it.
what do you need?
what do you want?
make the difference. think.
please do not write anything.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Andrew and Manijeh 0014
Neither in church with an abbé to pray,
nor in a mosque with an imam to sway,
but before the registrar this Wednesday
Their troths they will plight, - let noone gainsay.
All their love and fidelity to repay,
and trust, truth and tenderness to resay,
after years' delay, « I do » each shall say,
re-echoed by friends, three cheers and hurray!
Fruitful and multiply I hope they may
be, and replenish the Earth for alway.
To cherish each other, if not to obey,
let them live happier every day!
For Andrew Wolpert and his Manijeh,
A light little lay for their Wedding Day.
(11 July 1974)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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With Age The Sick And Suffering Multiply
WITH AGE THE SICK AND SUFFERING MULTIPLY
With age the sick and suffering multiply
Also, the dead.
We carry with us
More and more sad stories
More and more pain
Of people lost.
We live in a world of prayer for them
And sadness at their not being here.
We do not grow old alone
But with all those we have cared for.
Life is not easy,
And we go on as we go on.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Have Not Knocked
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Seventh Day (in answer to Louis Esterhuizen)
Very interesting that He told them
to rule and to multiply
and after that first Sabbath’s rest,
the lot of them were refreshed.
God completed his work on the seventh day,
(go and read it if you doubt.)
As God, he did not have to rest,
He was still aware of everything.
Sin later came with the snake,
not from Him or from His dream,
where the choice of man brought the separation
and still God is getting involved with man.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Let there be bass.
quote by Leo Fender
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William S. Burroughs
After he scored & injected,
he wrote t was like sighng in a warm bath.
He was paranoid,
being both priest and doctor.
The rght-wing dystopia is not only
concerned with narcotics,
but especially with godlessness.
They thrive.
They foam against big government,
but to enforce their hell
a government very big there must be.
In their horrid hearts the want a return to slavery,
like the 'Founders' had slaves.
This clown Santorum
piling on the anti-sexual slogans,
is a walking stick of
an anachronism. HE is really for
The Empire of the Ants,
all honor to Him. Against
birth control is inappropriate doggerel.
'Be fruitful & multiply, ' is no longer
advice to be taken seriously. Danger.
Burroughs' world was parolled by harpies,
and the harpies want to be elected. So all of us
can die in their poisoned talons...
poem by Stan Petrovich
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I wonder if I could make an electric bass.
quote by Leo Fender
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I'm one year away from 70 and I've had a good run. I really believe I'm okay.
quote by Freddy Fender
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Waiting for a response
Tell me how can I
shake your eloquent branches?
Make your fruitful words
fall to the ground where I wait,
hungry for your sweet or sour.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Mother Tongue
A secretive being provides safety for the individual,
My cancers grow and multiply for every one acceptable.
Let hardness be attached to the so many words
In this high and mighty language, the one of hazards.
Must we seek caves and crevices for our illness
To disappear finally and successfully in stillness?
The being inside is like an island of woes,
I have hidden all these grand avocados.
Let secrets spoil the words so plentiful in this tongue,
The tongue is the mother tongue, and it is hung.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The first amp I had back in the '50s was a small Fender.
quote by Johnny Rivers
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I was dreaming I was on the Sullivan Show.
quote by Freddy Fender
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