He ordered killings as easily as he ordered linguine.
quote by Kitty Kelley
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Experience Is God
I asked, ‘What comes with birth? '
Born and see, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is said to be education? '
Study and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is knowledge? '
Know and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is kindness? '
Be kind and shower, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is love? '
Share with others, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What pleasure do you get from wife? '
Marry and experience, God ordered!
I asked, ‘Who is child to you? '
Get a child for you, God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is old age? '
Become old and observe God ordered!
I asked, ‘What is poverty? '
Toil and see God ordered!
I asked, ‘What happens after death? '
Die and see God ordered!
If anyone wants to know what is life,
And he has to experience and know,
Then why are you, GOD?
GOD said, ‘O' poor man,
The experience itself is ME!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I Will Not Stand Down
I will not stand down when my fellow man is in distress
I will not stand down when my fellow man I could bless
I will not stand down when my fellow man's life I could save
I will not stand down when I'm needed and not that brave
Their lives might have been saved, when ordered to stand down
They were attacked and shown no mercy; help was ordered to stand down
They asked many times and again but their back up was ordered to stand down
There were hero's that fought to the end, they didn't follow orders, and they didn't stand down
We lost hero's that night, and all because someone ordered Stand Down
I love America but so ashamed, someone at the top ordered that night Stand Down
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Menu of Life
I was at the dinner table with my little girl,
and I was perusing through the menu of life...
We ordered:
First course - Health !
Second course - Wisdom !
And as desert,
we ordered a double-double portion
of sheer Happiness!
poem by Viorel Vintila
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The moss that loves the stone
It is the moss that loves the stone
Most. No matter what or when, the
Moss somehow manages to stay
Even without a why, they say.
But the moss keeps on sticking
To the body of the stone that
Keeps its nonminding stiffness.
It is cold, it is hard, it is unfeeling
At all. It is the moss that keeps its
Love. It sticks with it, rain or shine.
It rolls with it. It stays with it even
In the desert, even it if means its
Own death. It is the moss that sticks
To the stone. It is its true lover.
In the river, the water has ordered
The moss to leave. It ordered the stone
To crush it. The moss cannot be
Removed. It covered the stone.
It is loving it whole.The stone has
Become the moss, and the stone
Is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cameo pt.1
She arrived in the diner with her posse behind her
And ordered her food like she was on a timer
Looking way finer, a major not minor
She was flashing her cash like ocean liners
From the way I describe her you’d call me a liar
If I say that she was more humble than friars
She was all about business that’s not the part twisted
Her shoes and her eyes were no rookies to mischief
Veteran misfit who knew she was gifted
To give a good laugh or to get her wrist lit
She ordered her food and paid what was due
But before her first bite she fed the whole crew
They sat off to my right just out of sight
But didn’t stay long, lunch was only a bite
They hustled and bustled with her leading in front
She lived every day like there’s nothing she could want
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Steak Number 3
[parody of mistake no. 3 by culture club]
The first steak I ordered,
It wasnt very hot.
I had to send it back,
Let em have one more shot.
But the second steak I ordered,
Well it was lousy too.
Now I really hate to say it,
But theres one thing that you gotta do.
Make me steak number three, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
Make me steak number three, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Poem in a drunkard's wallet with a postscript
My head spins like the troubled World
And the tumbler's liquid evaporates soon.
Before it runs deep I must swallow
As I have already paid for the stuff.
I like to take one more drink
But no more coins in the wallet
And I am looking for an emergency door to run away
Before I order an another drink.
I gulped it faster but the rear door was locked
And I ordered and ordered like a fluke
Till I got drunk.
P.S.
To be purchased,
2.Foot-Rulers,2.Boxes of pastels,2.Scrap-books,6.Sheets of brown paper,2.HB pencils with a cutter,2.Stencils(English Alphabet) ,2.Erasers and few beginner books with pictures, children to read and do not forget to buy my family planning tablets.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Serving They Wish To Dismiss
If we did not have a yesterday....
Would it be tomorrow we now live?
To say that today...
What we could have done then,
With a doing more today...
To have our way as lived?
Could anyone honestly say or admit,
To a living with disappointment...
'If',
We knew those seeds planted grew...
Today?
Those 'ands',
With their 'ifs' to 'but'...
Crops up in memories,
Too much.
And dreams and wishes do come true,
To be fulfilled.
They do!
'But'...
A wanting more to add onto those dreams,
We don't give up.
There is a wanting of more stuff.
With an allowing of disappointment.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
People want to be kept real pleased...
With a doing away of the rough.
For more fluff.
To puff and strut with a flaunting.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To want and choose to validate...
What was eatened,
They ate.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To compromise on their licking of sugar,
To appreciate what it takes...
With a serving done on their plates.
And delivered as is wished.
People can't be teased or tempted,
Enough.
No!
To want and choose to validate...
What was eatened,
They ate.
Baited to order and made...
For them,
To suit their whims...
With a eating,
Of everything given as wished...
On their plates,
Today!
And...
Refuse,
A serving they wish to dismiss...
Ordered yesterday.
Yes,
And...
Refuse,
A serving they wish to dismiss...
Ordered yesterday.
And just,
Too confused...
To recognize what they had ordered,
And wished...
From their yesterdays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 04 On The Advantages Of Silence Story 10
A poet went to an amir of robbers and recited a panegyric but he ordered him to be divested of his robe. As the poor man was departing naked in the world, he was attacked from behind by dogs, whereon he intended to snatch up a stone but it was frozen to the ground and, being unable to do so, he exclaimed: ‘What whore-sons of men are these? They have let loose the dogs and have tied down the stones.’ The amir of the robbers who heard these words from his room laughed and said: ‘O philosopher, ask something from me.’ He replied: ‘I ask for my robe if thou wilt make me a present of it.’
We are satisfied of thy gift by departure.
A man was hoping for the gifts of people.
I hope no gift from thee. Do me no evil.
The robber chief took pity upon him, ordered his robe to be restored to him and added to it a sheepskin jacket with some dirhems.
Containment Protocol Initiated
Military will shoot kill civilians
orders are orders
if that's what they are ordered to do?
Training is training
follow orders through and through
that's what we are trained to do?
Military will shoot kill civilians
if ordered to do so?
We are trained to follow orders?
The penalty for not follower orders
in combat... death by firing squad?
Would you follow orders? Do you?
We are trained to follow orders?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pancake
i'm not sure who's fooling who here
as i'm watching your decay
we both know you could deflate
a 7 hurricane
seems like you and your tribe
decided you'd rewrite the law
segregate the mind
from body and soul
[CHORUS:]
you give me yours
i'll give you mine
cause i can look your god
right in the eye
you give me yours
i'll give you mine
you used to look my god
right in the eye
i believe in defending
in what we once
stood for
it seems in vogue
to be a closet
misogynist homophobe
a change of course in
our direction
a dash of truth
spread thinly
like a flag
on a popstar
on a benzodiazapene
[CHORUS]
oh zion please
remove your glove
and dispel every
trace
of his spoken word
that has lodged
in my vortex
i'm not sure who's fooling who here
as i'm watching your decay
we both know you could deflate
a 7 hurricane
you could have spared
her - oh but no
messiahs need
people dying in their
name
you say "i ordered you a
pancake"
you say "i ordered you a
pancake"
song performed by by Tori Amos from Scarlet's Walk
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If we do nothing, without being ordered to do, no trouble will result from it.
Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.
quote by Thomas Aquinas
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He is the devil's valet, he does more that he is ordered.
I believe that thrift is essential to well-ordered living.
quote by John D. Rockefeller
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New Mister Me
The moment that you saw him
You just looked the other way
The blood within his eye
Was like a curse
He had two heavy pistols
Which were greasied up and ready
And a face like bobby dylan, only worse
He ordered up a whisky, which he drank like he was thirsty
And ordered him another of the same
Suddenly the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said, well look what you have gone and done to me.
He said, son, I think you blew it
But youre truly welcome to it
You can be the new mister me
Chorus:
You can be the new mist me, me, me
Aint it true thats what you want to be, yesiree bob
And Ill be somewhere sunny where its funny and its free
And you can be the new mister me.
Well I was there the day they say that bobby dylan died
You and I both know he got away
Hes out there stealin horses
Really learnin how to ride
And hes the reason I am free today
Chorus:
Singin you can be the new mister me, me, me
Aint it true thats what you wanna be, yes indeed
And Ill be somewhere sunny where its funny and its free
And you can be the new mister me.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Don't you always feel bad when they take away one of the spoons? It's like you ordered wrong.
quote by David Hyde Pierce
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I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.
quote by Joanna Southcott
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He looked at me as if I were a side dish he hadn't ordered.
quote by Ring Lardner
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Ballade 2
In Antwerp, Bruges, Ostend and Ghent
I used to order food with flair,
But in every inn to which I went
They always brought me, with my fare,
With every roast and mutton dish,
With boar, with rabbit, pigeon, bustard,
With fresh and with salt-water fish,
Always, never asking, mustard.
I ordered herring, said I'd like
Carp for supper at the bar,
And called for simple boiled pike,
And two large sole, when I ate at Spa.
I ordered green sauce when in Brussels;
The waiter stared and looked disgusted;
The bus boy brought in with my mussels
As always, never asking, mustard.
I couldn't eat or drink without it.
They add it to the water they
Boil the fish in and-don't doubt it-
The drippings from the roast each day
Are tossed into a mustard vat
In which they're mixed, and then entrusted
To those who bring-they're trained at that-
Always, never asking, mustard.
Prince, it's clear a spice like clove
can drop its guard. It won't be busted.
There's just one thing these people serve:
Always, never asking, mustard.
poem by Eustache Deschamps
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