A museum show is the acid test for photojournalism.
quote by Richard Lacayo
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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More important than winning the election, is governing the nation. That is the test of a political party -- the acid, final test.
quote by Adlai Ewing Stevenson
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Christmas Gets A Test Of Litmus
Is the sacred day acid or alkaline…..? ? ?
I believe it must be neutral….,
At least I hope it is…..,
But who cares anyway…..? ? ?
Christmas is Christmas….,
And we’ll never know….,
Whether it’s alkaline or acid……,
Unless Christmas Gets A Test Of Litmus…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Acid Queen
Gypsy:
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy wont be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the gypsy queen must do
Youre gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him
Hes never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - Im guaranteed.
To break your little heart.
song performed by by Who
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The Acid Queen
Gypsy:
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy wont be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the gypsy queen must do
Youre gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him
Hes never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - Im guaranteed.
To break your little heart.
song performed by by Who
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Sonnet: God Tests Us Often
Perhaps, God wants to test my loyalty;
The kind of faith I have in my Maker:
By causing suff’rings, tests my fealty,
If I’m a providential test-taker.
And these are all my days of acid-test!
The reckoning of my love for my one God,
’Fore He becomes my soul’s permanent Guest!
His ways are mysterious, unique and odd.
But why should I have fear or doubt in Him?
For He’s the Almighty, my Friend and Guide;
He’s my Light! How can my way grow dim?
Let me in Him wholly, blindly abide.
And yet, I plead my God to give me grace,
To reinforce my faith and my soul’s base.
poem by John Celes
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Acid Queen
(p. townshend)
Producer: robert stigwood and ken russel
Albums: acid queen (76), tommy soundtrack (76), the collected recordings (94)
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one night
Im the gypsy, the acid queen
Pay me before I start
Im the gypsy and Im guaranteed
To mend his aching heart
Give us a room, close the door
Leave us for a while
You wont be a boy no more
Young, but not a child
Im the gypsy, the acid queen
Pay me before I start
Im the gypsy, Im guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
Gather your wits and hold them fast
Your mind must learn to roam
Just as the gypsy queen must do
Youre gonna hit the road
My works been done, now look at him
Hes never been more alive
His head it shakes, his fingers clutch
Watch his body writhe
Im the gypsy, the acid queen
Pay me before I start
Im the gypsy, Im guaranteed
To break your little heart
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one more night
Im the gypsy, the acid queen
Pay me before I start
Im the gypsy, Im guaranteed
To tear your soul apart
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Museum of Culture
Preserving the culture has been like the tusk of mastodons,
This is only suitable for preserving in the billiard balls,
Sustaining the culture has been like the extinct saber truth,
That is only suitable for experimental use.
Other customs are influencing on the real ones,
Like Mongols of east, east culture is ruling west,
And, as barbarians of west, west cultures have come to east,
So, preserving it has been a museum’s job.
In the show case of museum our tradition is seeing the change,
Youth are busy copying other’s tradition,
All are getting puzzled in culture,
Can’t we once again retain our own ethnicity?
The clear answer I hear is ‘no’.
Thanks to Museum of culture which is dong it.
poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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The Museum of Nothing
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
And inquire, once inside...
Why was nothing there,
To sustain them with pride.
And from room to vacant room,
They walked behind the tour guide!
So the board of directors,
Decided to please them all.
And changed the name of the museum!
The museum was renamed,
The Museum of Nothing.
And people came in the Winter,
Spring, Summer and Fall.
And 'nothing' it was affectionately called.
Although the museum had nothing on exhibit...
The people not believing this,
Would still come in droves to visit.
They would stand in line to wait.
And pay their fee to gain entry.
Some adjusting to the nothingness.
While others stood for hours,
Just to stare as if in disbelief.
Addicted to anything said to them.
And clearly easy to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acid Test Of Thirst
If lemonade is too sweet
sugar saturated speak
will it appease acid test
taste of thirst unique?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Museum Of Idiots
They built this whole neighborhood out of wood, out of wood.
I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down.
I will be standing around when they burn it down.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Honey, I'm there when you need me, please believe me, please believe me.
I'll still be right where you left me, if you manage to forget me.
Where we met is where you may forget.
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place.
Chop me up into pieces if it pleases, if it pleases.
And when the chopping is through, every piece will say, "I love you."
Every piece of me will say "I love you."
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
Every piece of me will say "I love you, you you"
Here in the Museum of Idiots.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Acid Reflux Anyone
Larissa Schuster, she was the cause of her husband’s acid reflux,
In fact she had husband refluxed all over his body,
Her attitude for him did not come clean,
- that’s why she gave him an acid bath.
'So what’s to you, there nothing wrong with that',
she would have said,
'hydrochloric acid to be exact'.
Larissa Schuster was biochemist that used her balance of pH’s for murder.
She had to get rid of him,
she loathed him,
and she thought she would be free,
When her husband met the end.
Hydrochloric Acid is the same acid that we have in our stomachs,
But all the TUMS in the world could not have saved him.
Kind of gruesome,
to some,
- but not to her.
She will spend her life prison at taxpayer’s expense,
Too bad the gas chamber is outlawed-
Because the cyanide capsule is dropped to sulfuric bath,
She can be an experiment in the chamber,
Like she did to her husband,
She can feel her lungs melt and then justice will be served,
There is nothing wrong with that.
(12-18-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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visiting Hiroshima
1>Peace Memorial Museum.
two buildings
the museum surveys the history of Hiroshima
and the advent of the nuclear bomb.
main focus August 6; the dropping of the bomb
and its outcome in human suffering
personally it upset me
2.Cenotaph for the A-Bomb Victims
Between the Museum
and the A-Bomb Dome
an arched tomb
for those who died
because
initial blast
and then
of exposure to radiation
3. The Register
Below the arch is a stone chest
holding a register
of these names,
there
are over 220,000
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every formula of every religion has in this age of reason, to submit to the acid test of reason and universal assent.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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Endless Poem
In a modern museum
In an old synagogue
In the synagogue
I
Within me
My heart
Within my heart
A museum
Within a museum
A synagogue
Within it
I
Within me
My heart
Within my heart
A museum
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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To spend to grow
Loved by many, you are bound by many.
Famous you grow, you're more in the acid test.
To lead a team, you sacrifice many.
The larger you grow, the bigger the expense..
27.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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St. Sebastian
Slender arrows,
pierce me through.
I wanted to forgive,
but too quickly
they flew.
My mind fades.
I rise to you.
**
ref: St. Sebastian, Andrea Mantegna 1456-59, Kunsthistorisches Museum
(viewed at the De Young Museum, San Francisco)
poem by Steven Federle
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0408 The Phoenix Museum
A sightseeing phoenix a sign espied:
'This way to the Phoenix Museum';
A little homesick, went inside;
Looked for friends; but couldn't see 'em.
In hindsight, the title's
Just a little rash;
The Phoenix Museum
Is now a pile of ash...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Procrastination
Standing alone,
Brain in a fog,
Think I'll go for a walk,
With my acid dog.
Pissing on flames,
To put out the fires,
Chasing ideas,
Kicking at tyres.
Accomplishing nothing,
He'll go where he's led.
Acid dog
Is in my head.
...
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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Water Is Not Water
Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.
11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
scribbleclub.com - defunct
JESUS SAVES
poem by Joe Poewhit
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