Comfort zones are plush lined coffins. When you stay in your plush lined coffins, you die.
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Wootten Bassett
Wootten Bassett
Unlikely looking
Centre for military grief
A small town with
2 “u”’s,2 “o”’s,2 “t”’s,2 “s”’s, and 2 “t”’s again
Wootten Bassett
Funeral processions
With 2 coffins
And 2 coffins again
Will mine be next?
Will yours?
poem by James Hart
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Politically Incorrect Feminist Poem 1
So how would you feel if
you were lined up with the
80 virgins (I always thought
it was 76 - tough...)
lined up for
a 'martyr'
who'd just killed 80 people
including the odd fun-da-mental-ist?
Read the small print, honey.
(And that goes for you too, guys,
if the guy was.. well, you know?)
Just askin'...
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Foxes in My Vineyard
One fair even, at the eve of last summer,
In the green and fertile country fields
Where grew luscious ears of 'eschol' grapes
I lingered by the Ploughman's hedge
Held in glee as plush tendrils cloaked tall stakes
And far afield, an endless pleach of virid vines.
I sought to see the blest, plush plums
Sired by those lustful ears of vine
''Those too, ought be plummy plush'', thought i
For to strum of the grapes there borne i craved
But lo, the vines though lush, the grapes...? All gone!
I scarce could take it true
For harvest yet looms a distant far!
But who had wrought this spiteful deed,
And where had all the green grapes gone?
But soon lunged forth a fox for the brushes green
Twas meet to set my curious soul yet agrief.
And so mused i, how like this vineyard green
A many a fellow, squalor within, splendour without!
Bade bare by ravenous foxes lot
For whilst we shy behind swaddling folds at the blush of dawn
A vixen creepeth in the meadow without!
poem by Nwaga Philip
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An awkward moment- Senryo! ! ! ! ! ! !
A plush hotel room,
King size bed; bell boy smiles, says:
Enjoy your stay, Mam.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Skeletal Man In A Big Town!
He smells Varnish!
Because he works as a wood-polisher
To a Funeral Caretaker.
He nicely polishes
The Coffins
With his stained hands.
He's the owner's pet
The old underdog not paid well.
There he takes
Three meals free and he sleeps
In an old coffin at the Embalm room.
Shrewd Boss loves him very much!
And given him a promise
That he offers the very best Casket
For his going away!
Poor Man in a late evening
Mutters after gulping an illicit liquor in the town.
'I polish their coffins and see my wrinkled face.
As per the Boss's promise the expensive coffin
I never see while I am going
And if he shows when I am alive
I could have polished it well than others?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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(W – 2011) Random Musings – 009
Some live in plush mansions
Some live in slums and on the streets
Those in slums and on the streets
When fight with each other
For survival
Others happen to see
And call that
Dirty, wretched and uncultured life.
When those inside plush mansions
Fight with each other
To feed their greed
Nobody happens to see
And calls that
Refined, decent and cultured life.
In the end
Those who fight for survival
Shed tears of comforting grief
Those who fight to feed their greed
Shed tears of devastating repentance.
Cobblestones
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops. The synagogue, set up as synagogues always are, for people, contained the rabbi. The classroom, set up as classrooms always are, for chairs, contained the professor. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, beside the grave, contained the mother. The word, set up as words always are, beyond hearing, contained the syllables. The prose, set up as prose always is, in census-rectangles, contained the phenomena. The nation, set up as nations always are, in questionnaire rooms, contained the sworn. The can, set up as cans always are, with ornate paper covers, contained the chicken o’noodle soup, with the circular noodles. Abacus, guitar, and quipu, set up as abacus, guitar and quipu always are, hieratically on notional strings, contained tobacco’s troubadours. The coffin, set up as coffins always are, next to the grave, contained the sister. The elegy, set up as elegies always are, dishonestly, contained the family. The steak, set up as steaks always are, artificially reddened, contained the fat. The rectangular venetian blinds, set up as rectangular venetian blinds always are, in the windowframe, contained the slats. The DNA, set up as DNA always is, in double helixes, contained the and. The word people, set up as the word people always is, in writing, contained the o.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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In church, in the taverns, and in coffins all men are equal.
This Tree -Lined Street/ I Walk Down Everyday
THE TREE –LINED STREET / I WALK DOWN EVERYDAY
The tree- lined street
I walk down everyday
Its beauty-
How long has it been this way?
Twenty? Fifty years?
How many years will it remain?
Everything goes away
A hundred years? Two – thousand years?
All is waiting
To go away forever-
And what will become of all this world?
These beauties we have seen?
Another day. Another day.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The airheads of Congress will keep their own plush healthcare plan - it's the rest of us guinea pigs who will be thrown to the wolves.
quote by Camille Paglia
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Doggone Comfy!
Plush fur.
Kitty's purr.
Snuggle, nuzzle,
cuddly bubble.
Lovely, toasty.
Doggone comfy!
Plush
Emily Browning, Cam Gigandet, Xavier Samuel, Thomas Dekker, Frances Fisher, Dawn Olivieri, Brandon Jay McLaren, Casey LaBow
from Plush (2013)
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A Shadorma Poem
Sunset. Shadorma
Winter sun
On the coast of death
White coffins
In the bay
Hoisting sail for unknown seas
As darkness descends
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun.
quote by Jan Neruda
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The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ‘ 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!’
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curl'd like a lamb’s back, was shav'd: so I said
‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.’
And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!—
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black.
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he open'd the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run
And wash in a river, and shine in the Sun.
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind;
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father, & never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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More than anything, people want the reality of the discussion at hand. If what is going on in that building is the real thing, if the transforming love and power of Jesus Christ is being experienced, you can sit on a metal folding chair or in a plush theater seat.
quote by Bill Hybels
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I get plenty of exercise carrying the coffins of my friends who exercise.
quote by Red Skelton
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Silver Lined
Feels like I'm on my feet again
Silver lined, equilibrium
And it starts with you
Oh, and it ends with me
Feels like there is hope again
Some divine light found within
Well, well, someday, something wrong
Comes between us now
And it always ends anyway well
Feels like I'm on my feet again
Silver lined, equilibrium
Well, well, someday, something wrong
Comes between us now
And it always ends anyway well
song performed by by Oleander
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Tianmeop 01
i do not compromise
with what the government does
neither shall i deliver coffins
on a buy-one-take-one promotion
i do not compromise lives
i live inside a bottle sealed for years
what do you expect me to say
do i have to tell you that i still breathe?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ripopgodazippa
Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If u flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
Start down at the bass then stop at the treble
Circle the midrange and up go me levels
Precious by chant is rockin the box
This cannot be foreplay cuz this be 2 hot
Up go the left thigh on me shoulder there
Up go the right and me blood pressure there
With my tongue in the cheek of the gold underwear
One yank of the teeth and they off on the chair
Chorus:
Ripopgodazippa, ripopgodazippa
If u flick of the pink plush, then this brother trippa
My girlie, how in the world did u learn this that u know?
Ripopgodazippa, etc. etc. so
This bench that I normally use 4 the weights
My girl, she lay me down and try my soul 2 take
And devilish this night she was before as Im layin there
She take it all the way down, the girl go down 2 the hair
She wouldnt move a muscle 4 what seemed like days
My heart stop beating and I died this way
Chorus
Ripopgodazippa
I lay me girl down on the fake lamb fur
Its fake but its still soft as whats between her
Lavender oil come from the bottle like I do
Whenever I think about me zippa rippin so good
All down the body and devil between the thighs
Ripop go zippa and u get a big surprise
Chorus
Ripopgodazippa
Instead of walking inside, I just knock on the door
I take a look around until she beggin me more, more, more!
When I finally come inside, Im standin perfectly still
I cant take no more! pump u then I will
I just wanna call your name, but I dont know what 2 say
Ripopgodazippa
If ure always with me
Ull never have 2 call me
Touch, touch
Hey
Chorus
Ripopgodazippa (ripopgodazippa)
Etc. etc. so
Ripopgodazippa
song performed by by Prince
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