A premium in the oil price of somewhere between 10 to 15 dollars a barrel reflects this heightened anxiety.
quote by Daniel Yergin
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Haci Bektas Veli
Haci Bektas Veli..
I come to you to bend the neck
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
I always remember the way it deserves path
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Familiar way to the path of
Yesevi have himmet
We dived into the universe with love
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Addressed in the language of a waist
Whether the road came to profess
Yes, even if said
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
We had a treasure drops
Haq, Muhammad Ali chose
Shirt reaped more than
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Such a İnce son, made the
Safety can flesh is dead
Suluca Höyük come
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
by sabit ince
poem by Sabit Ince from Anatolia poetry anthılogy (2001), translated by Sabit ince
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Haci Bektas Veli..
I come to you to bend the neck
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
I always remember the way it deserves path
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Familiar way to the path of
Yesevi have himmet
We dived into the universe with love
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Addressed in the language of a waist
Whether the road came to profess
Yes, even if said
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
We had a treasure drops
Haq, Muhammad Ali chose
Shirt reaped more than
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
Such a İnce son, made the
Safety can flesh is dead
Suluca Höyük come
Haci Bektas Veli premium..
by sabit ince
Sabit Ince in Anatolia poetry Anthology (2001)
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My price is five dollars for a miniature on ivory, and I have engaged three or four at that price. My price for profiles is one dollar, and everybody is willing to engage me at that price.
quote by Samuel Morse
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$5 a Barrel of What?
Oil?
Now sold at what?
Five dollars a barrel?
This is an immediate sign,
That something is not going too well.
Has anyone communicated this,
To those who chose this direction?
And they seem to be okay with this decision?
There just will be more greed.
With those who once had it made in the shade...
To stand with others who demand to feed their needs.
And you all know how improbable that is going to be?
Who is going to touch us anyway?
All Mercedes will be curbed.
And Bentleys will be driven by those deserving.
Well...
Why the gloomy faces?
Pass the caviar!
'Your Highness?
That was one hundred and five US dollars.'
My god...
Soon we will build heaven on Earth.
Right here in the desert!
When you have no clue of who those are
You choose to fight...
Do not ever pick the ones
To try to trick on their own land!
You only delay
Displaying yourself the fool.
Enough of this rubbish!
Where is the imported champagne?
And raise that to $115 per barrel.
It belongs to us.
They made this 'their' need.
Do as you please!
Have the lox and bagels arrived?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys
there are multiple questions pertaining to the concept,
'more fun than a barrel of monkeys.'
how big is the barrel?
how many monkeys are we talking about?
how big are the monkeys? Are we talking spider monkeys, chimps, baboons or what?
Are the monkeys old or young and where's the barrel, inside or outside?
If you leave the monkeys in the barrel, you got a problem:
they'll die in their own excrement,
if you lift the lid and let them out,
they might kill you.
a monkey can rip out your eyes, is that fun?
monkeys, leaping and running around the house, can do a lot of damage, is that fun?
monkeys are dirty, so... what exactly do you consider fun?
what's it going to be like trying to get the monkeys back in the barrel?
would that be fun?
what would the neighbors think of you, if you released the monkeys into their yards?
what happens if the police gets involved?
it could mean everything imaginable is more fun than a barrel of these animals.
maybe even more fun than a barrel of human beings.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Mirror mirror…
A mirror reflects all but lies.
Reflects the things
Everyone denies.
Reflects the way
You shaped yourself.
Reflects the things
Complex, simple, hidden and obvious.
Reflects the things
We have done in our lives.
Reflects the things
We don’t want to see.
But it has never reflected
Me.
In darkness and alone
I sit at the edge
Of icy cold black water.
Mirror mirror…
I sit their staring at no reflection
Thinking of the things I am,
Daughter, student, sister, lover.
But it does not define to me who I am.
I see all the things
I don’t want to see.
Perhaps than there is no “me”?
I do not exist in my reflections.
I can not find me in those titles.
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps then it is fact
Am I nothing more but that?
So should I satisfy with the things I see?
Is life’s lesson then that you should “just be”?
Is there nothing more then the endless time passing?
Mirror mirror…
Perhaps it is why it is never said
That a mirror holds an answer.
poem by Zarina Binda
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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The Price That You Pay
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesnt seem or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Just ____________________ money
Your baby _______________________
________________________________
Now come on boys, ________________
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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If a war started, the oil price probably would go up, as you said, maybe $5, $6 a barrel until you saw other oil from the extra supplies that are available elsewhere coming into the world, into the market.
quote by Daniel Yergin
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Anxiety of Fear
Though it only takes few seconds
It doesn’t make the burden in my heart
Less its weight
There’s always an unseen wall
That called fear
Fear of rejection
Fear of disappointment
Fear of out of control
Fear of unknown
Maybe it’s enough
Maybe it’s not enough
Maybe it’s should be enough
Maybe it’s never enough
Though I have confidence
Though I have lot experience
It doesn’t make my stomach not ache
Or my feet lighter
There’s always a cold feeling
That called anxiety
Anxiety of acceptance
Anxiety of failure
Anxiety of future
Anxiety of unreasonable
Maybe it’s right
Maybe it’s not right
Maybe it could be right
Maybe it won’t ever be right
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Wealth, in terms of dollars and so forth, could be counted up, because dollars were finite. It doesn't make any difference how many dollars you have-at a certain point you only have dollars. You start with finite, you end with finite.
quote by Michael Nesmith
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It really lasted the whole game, because I was really untouchable, unstoppable that game. But it was heightened on one particular play, and that was the longest run where everything completely slowed down. My awareness was so keen, it was so heightened, it was really amazing.
quote by Marcus Allen
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Momentary Contact With This Slight Inconvenience
With trillions of dollars in debt.
There are still some people,
Who are hopeful...
The price of gas will lower below a dollar.
A loaf of bread,
Will be twenty five cents again.
A push cart will be full of groceries...
For less than twenty dollars.
And what is being experienced now,
Is not a crisis!
It's a temporary slugfest...
With someone bashing them over the head,
With a ton of bricks.
However...
This 'momentary' contact with this slight 'inconvenience'
Is being addressed and will be taken care of...
As soon as it becomes recognized as a severe condition!
And folks are hopeful these sentiments expressed,
Are being made in the utmost of honesty!
Their lifestyles will return them to Utopia!
'Oh,
I sure hope so.
We must not accept negative thinking!
You know how that can play tricks on the mind?
Better times are coming back.
The gasoline is 'almost' below four dollars now! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Barrel of Oil
falling stars
from a tattered flag...
young men killed,
their lives sold
to an unjust cause...
you've wondered
where hope went...
the price of a
barrel of oil!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You never get quite down to the bottom of the barrel, but we are much higher than that at the present time. There is quite a lot left in the barrel that could be explained by them. If they have some weapons, if they have some anthrax, they should deliver that.
The Black Barrel of a Gun
You say you're going to shoot me up
Yeah, shoot me up
If I don't do what you want
Yeah, shoot me up
While looking over the black barrel of a gun
You say again do what you want or it's going
To be the gun
Yeah, be the gun
If I don't do what you want
While looking down at the black barrel of a gun
Oh, well it's a good thing I can't hear
Yeah, I can't hear
Cause I'm not giving in to wants
Yeah, I can't hear
While your shoving a black barrel of a gun
Oh, yes and I can't see, no can see
When you give me your ultimatum
Cause I can't see giving in
To someone with a gun
While I look across the black barrel of a gun
So you can get your ass on flee
Because I don't see
You shoot me up, yeah shoot me up
Cause I'm not doing what you want
While I look across the black barrel of your gun
poem by Midnights Voice
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Mystery's Mirror Rhyme
Mirror's muse reflects
as mirror recollects
on mirror which reflects
upon mirror which reflects
upon mystery of light.
Mirror thus protects
mirror which projects
reflection which reflects
on mirror which expects
historical insight.
Mirror interjects
texts, textures and contexts
which chance elects, selects
then checks and double checks
for infinite delight.
Mirror's light directs
life's mysteries, neglects
naught it interconnects
as cause links to effects
exciting to invite.
Mirror then detects
mirror which deflects
mirror which rejects
history of night
when mirror role reflects
Mirror thus connects,
collects and self respects,
perpetually perfects
externals it bedecks
with inner meanings' might.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Anxiety Hates Poems
Anxiety hates poems
It has no patience for them
It is out of place in them.
Anxiety does not have Beauty
And it does not have Hope
And it does not Love
And it does not have Music
It does not have
What makes so many poems live.
Anxiety hates poems
And Poetry is not so fond of it either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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October Surprise
Iran rebels, will sell crude outside “Cartel”
Over low barrel price, Bush doth agonize
Readies to loose his “War dogs from hell”
So in late 2008 expect “October surprise”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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World
I turn sideways to the sun
Keep my thoughts from everyone
Its a jungle, Im a freak
Hear me talk, but never speak
So Im stepping out of time
Because breaking is a crime
And it may all be too late
But Ive no passion for this hate
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
And when this building is on fire
These flames cant burn any higher
I turn sideways to the sun
And in a moment I am gone
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
song performed by by New Order
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