Houses are built to live in, not to look on therefore, let use be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Houses are built to live in, and not to look on: therefore let use be preferred before uniformity.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Houses are built to live in, not to look on; therefore, let use be preferred before uniformity, except where both may be had.
Francis Bacon in Essays: Of Building (1623)
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For the rulers to note
Peace is preferred to liberty.
Safety is preferred to prosperity.
Justice is preferred to charity.
The rulers must know these.
12.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why can't we, with a more intelligent policy, actually have houses that are affordable, built at higher densities than they are at the moment and built on brownfield sites.
quote by John Prescott
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Alleys In The Sky
There are alleys in the sky
And the alleys are in the back of the houses
That God built
So that people could live in the sky
Across from the houses in the sky
Is a huge park
And in that park the kids can play soccer
On the grass
But the grass is always cut at the park in the sky
By God's personal gardener
And God's gardener doesn't use any pesticide on the grass or on the Trees
So the sky is a pesticide free zone that was declared by God
And God is happy to live in a pesticide free world
Also there are no cars in the sky
And the people who live in the sky ride horses
Because horses doesn't pollute the sky like cars do
And the horses are white
Like the clouds.
poem by Aldo Kraas
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As for now, we must not forget who would have to exchange the land? those villages which live more than others on irrigation, on orange and fruit plantations, in houses built near water wells and pumping stations, on livestock and property and easy access to markets.
quote by Moshe Sharett
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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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Two houses
Two houses
I see
two houses
old and dilapidated
on the hill
built over the dead bodies
of reason and logic
live on those
blind love
and parasite egos
feed on the blood
and cling on the wall
of one eyed ideology
one belongs to you
the other to me
come out ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
breathe in the fresh air
under the severe pain
your conscience
is dying
no more pretence
throw out the mask
of deceit, dishonesty and hypocrisy
open your eyes
no more foolishness
under rhetoric
take a flash
get a new set of imageries
no need of
a new war
over the stale
old and inflexible
pictures
lets build a house
owner-less
based on universal love
and equal respect.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Its My House
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Its my house and I live here
(I wanna tell you)
Its my house and I live here
Theres a welcome mat at the door
And if you come on in
Youre gonna get much more
Theres my chair
I put it there
Everything you see
Is with love and care
Its my house and I live here
(I wanna tell you)
Its my house and I live here
On the table, there sits a rose
Through every window
A little light flows
Books of feeling on the shelf above
cause it was built for love
I was built for love
Its my house and I live here
(I wanna tell you)
Its my house and I live here
Theres a candle to light the stairs
Where my dreams await someone to share
Oh, theres music on the radio
And good vibrations wont let me go
I put my name on the ceilin above
cause it was buillt for love
It was built for love, ooh
You say you wanna move in with me
You say you wanna move in with me
Got to follow the rules to get me
Got to follow the rules to get me
You wanna visit my house
Say you wanna drop by
Wanna visit my house, yeah
To see me sometimes
Theres a welcome mat at the door
And if you come on in
Youre gonna get much more
I put my name in the ceilin above
cause it was built for love
It was built for love
Its my house and I live here
(I wanna tell you)
Its my house and I live here
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Eagle Flight
range soar
across desolate
canyons
holy places
where Native
Americans
built pueblo
adobe houses
care houses
upon spiritual
sun paths...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also complete mosaic concept in the poem ‘Eagle Spirit’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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No architect troubled to design houses that suited people who were to live in them, because that would have meant building a whole range of different houses. It was far cheaper and, above all, timesaving to make them identical.
quote by Michael Ende
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Grandpa Was A Carpenter
Oh, grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day
No particular reason, he just dressed that way
Brown necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip shoes
He built a closet on our back porch and put a penny in a burned-out fuse
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door
And voted for eisenhower, cause lincoln won the war
Well, he used to sing me blood on the saddle and rock me on his knee
And let me listen to the radio before we got tv
Well, hed drive to church on sunday and hed take me with him too
Stained glass in every window, hearing aids in every pew
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door
And voted for eisenhower, cause lincoln won the war
Well, my grandma was a teacher, she went to school in bowling green
Traded in a milking cow for a singer sewing machine
Well, she called her husband mister, and she walked real tall and proud
She used to buy me comic books after grandpa died
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked camel cigarettes, and hammered nails in planks
He would level on the level, he shaved even every door
And voted for eisenhower, cause lincoln won the war
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Were So Close
(carly simon)
Ive lived in all of the houses hes built
The one in the air
The one underground
The one on the water
The one in the sand
He says: it doesnt matter how we live
He says: it doesnt matter where we live
Were so close we can dispense with houses
We dont need a home at all
Its come to be a habit with me to dine alone
Youre never home
And the evenings end so early
He says: we can be close from afar
He says: the closest people always are
Were so close that in our separation,
Theres no distance at all.
Sometimes I gout to the car,
Turn on the headlights
Intending to leave-
Sometimes I need to hear the words,
My imaginations not as strong as youd believe-
But Ive talked to you;
You havent listened at all.
Ive said Im numb,
I cant even cry,
Im stuck with acting out a part.
He says: what do words ever reveal?
He says: in speaking one can be so false-
Were so close we have a silent language,
We dont need words at all.
Theres a husky voice
That speaks to me in the dark
And on the phone from studios
And westside bars,
Through tunnels of long distance.
He says: were beyond flowers
He says: were beyond compliments-
Were so close we can dispense with love
We dont need love at all.
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Could Have Been
so many excuses
one sighs one day back in his hometown
when every street changed already
new houses built
old houses gone
you do not not recognizes
those old faces anymore
new names now
a heart beats for something
that it cannot understand
a nostalgia taunts you
for not having
achieved what should have
been you
like some of them
who got their names
at some
islands of limelight
an engineer in manila
raking much money
an accountant in her
finance tower
a fashion designer now
making it big
in the Big Apple
and you?
if it were not for Papa
i could have been the best
writer in the city
of Sunrises
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lawyers' houses are built on the heads of fools.
A Life Without Money!
Could it be possible to live without money?
Why can’t man live without money in the world?
Long back I saw an African movie about this;
It is called “Gods Must Be Crazy! ”
One can get the idea to live without money!
Even today people are living life in farm houses
Far away from the civilised world of materialism
Without needing money for any purpose there!
In the forest and farm houses far away from towns
Life of the people needs no money at all it seems!
We can live without money but not without hunger!
Nature has given hunger and also all things to survive;
It is man’s own creation to live as slaves of comforts
In the world where nothing is permanent in time bound life!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Over There
The fence is long and high where we love
You cant see the other side where they live
Ive spied with my little eye
And Ive sighed with my little sigh
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
This is the fence that turns one into two
I want to break through but Im though if I do
Ive tried with my little try
And Ive cried with my little cry
But it seems that the gate holds the only clue
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive though again
But it seems Ive given all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
[brilliant solo from stan the man]
Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times Ive thought again
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
But it seems Ive give all that I can give
Is there anyone there
Here is the fence that they built
{over there}
This is the fence that hate built
Is anyone there
{over there}
song performed by by Housemartins
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Vacant Eyes
standing in line
for a cup of soup,
second hand coats,
and worn out shoes.
the hands that
built your houses,
paved your roads,
worked your steel mills...
harvested your crops,
worked on your cars,
built your cities and towns,
your stores and your churches.
tremble with the cold,
hold the steaming cup
like a prayer...
wipe the corners of vacant eyes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Their houses are all built in the shape of tents, with very high chimneys.
quote by Christopher Columbus
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