Think Tank, noun: The shower.
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The Noun Song
There are many types of different nouns
Plurals, possessives, and compounds
But today we are doing specific nouns
Listen first then sing it around!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Listen first then sing along
Listen first then sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys let's sing along
Come on guys let's sing along
Possessives are nouns that belong to you
Let's see what you can do
The more you use them the more you got
So come on now give it a shot!
FOR PLURAL:
The students' don't have any homework!
Apostrophe after s or it doesn't work!
FOR SINGULAR:
The student's dog ate his book!
S after apostrophe hey just look!
Dude this isn't a lie,
So come on now give it a try!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Listen first then sing along
Listen first then sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
We'll sing it all day long
Come on guys let's sing along
Two words together is a contraction
Let me see, What's your reaction?
What's, let's, don't, can't,
You can do it,
YES YOU CAN! ! !
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys just sing along
Come on guys just sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
You can't get it wrong
So come on now just sing along!
When you're all by yourself
And you need more than one
Add an -s or -es
Then you'll find someone
And that is...
A PLURAL NOUN!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on just sing along
Come on just sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys let's sing along
Come on guys let's sing along
This is the noun song
We sang along!
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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The Grammar Lesson
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
of and with are prepositions. The's
an article, a can's a noun,
a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
A can can roll - or not. What isn't was
or might be, might meaning not yet known.
"Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
is present tense. While words like our and us
are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown.
A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does.
Is is a helping verb. It helps because
filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns
in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz."
See? There's almost nothing to it. Just
memorize these rules...or write them down!
A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does.
The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz.
poem by Steve Kowit
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Rainbow Shower
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
shower on me, shower on me..
Pick a pink flower, a shy pink flower
and shower on me, shower on me
Hey rainbow shower, I m lost in a hey
Sprinkle the purple orchids n roses
and take me to the bay, oh rainbow shower...
just flower on me, flower on me..
Hey rainbow shower, drench me with colors
cozy blues green gold and yellows,
sparkle the light with shades bright
I m crazy after you, my rainbow shower...
Hey rainbow shower, rainbow shower
Can you dance wid me, yaa dance wid me
Play the tunes of the skies, big grey blues n wise
oh rainbow shower, my rainbow shower! !
poem by Sanjay Kamlakar
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Pangram
NZH
quickly judge
BMW X SPORT
fav
Pangram 27 Letters in the phrase
7 words in 4 lines
All 26 Letters of the alphabet used
NZH- NZH New Zealand Herald (New Zealand newspaper)
fav- noun (slang)
noun: fav
a favorite person or thing
poem by Marius Alexandru (1 December 2020)
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the main entry
of course in tonight’s activity
is the
crotch
I like it as a noun
And will always
Be itself a
Very hot noun
They say it
Might probably be an
Alteration
Of a crutch
In 1563
It was a pole with a forked end
A prop of old men
Actually as we see it
A crotch
Is just an angle formed by
The parting of two legs
This is the one
That I like best
An image of parting legs
Now this becomes
My favorite verb: parting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Verbs v. nouns
Nouns…
they’re dead things; names
you give to things to render them
immobile; to make them yours, your very own; fit for nothing
except scrapheaps, museums, dictionaries, armchairs;
but they make you feel good;
you have control over their world;
you don’t have to think about them any more;
they’re all locked up safe in your collecting-box,
the noun for which is head:
you can sound important with nouns:
this government’s raft of measures
for fiscal stimulation of the economy
but verbs… ah, verbs!
you can’t own them, push them about,
collect them, be important about them;
they own themselves;
they’re outdoor words: going about their
lawful business, doing what they're best at,
measuring their own life as they work;
adapting themselves to what needs to be done
which nouns can’t do without a committee
and then it’s too late; happy
to be themselves, being; even
being while they’re doing.. don't you wish
you were a verb?
Nature – (that’s a verb, by the way,
not a noun) – is all verbs; evolution
is a verb (not a theory):
DNA’s a verb – you can’t own it
like a noun…it doesn’t even
want to own you…
so, be a child – put your boots on,
run, splash, shout look at all those verbs;
how bright the world, what fun,
nothing to put in your pocket to take home
(or if you do, it’ll change to a noun, your noun,
in your pocket, in your drawer, gathering dust:
verbs don’t have the time to gather dust…)
verbs are for observing; verbs are for
seeing for the first time; wow! Verbs are for
inventors, explorers, tree-climbing,
coming home after a day of verb-watching
tired and looking forward to tomorrow
and sleeping soundly, maybe even
thanking, laughing, giving, living;
God is a verb.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tanks For The Memories
tank you, tank you, tank you
we told the fish, those wonderful fish
those little tropical fish, that could reboot our dreary days
we could imagine their little fish politics and why one was chased
the tail nippers, the food stealers, the baby filled fish mothers
what wonderful memories I have of the fish tanks of yesterday
and today, now that my child has befriended the fish
relax, techno man, relax
and just rest with the fishes
poem by Louis Marvin
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Minefield
Thunder came from the grass
and open the earth split
tearing the wheels from a armoured car
and again the ear deafening roar
just as before lightening leaped
right from the ground
slicing at a battle tank
and then most of the armour
draw back to safe ground
and two officers went right in
through the battle din of machinegun
and tank canon
to extract a tank with a wounded man
while shrapnel fell and bullets screamed
across their heads
and at the craters edge repaired,
got that piece of armour moving again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shower Your Love
Shower your love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You dont need a reason why
'Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When i've fallen through
There are scenes in my open mind
Confusion and flashing lights
Shower your love on me
Cos nothing here feels right
Cos I'm not even half the way there
But I'm just too stupid to care
So help me now
When I've done all I can do
Shower Your love on me
I can't wait, I'm losing faith
Like we might just explode
Comfort me with a melody
Show me that I'm gonna know the answer
Show me that I'm gonna know
Shower Your Love on me
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
You don't need a reason why
Don't make it so hard to cry
Shower your love on me
Shower your love on me
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Our enemies and our would-be enemies are working very hard at cyberterrorism... They're trying to level the playing field because they know they can't beat us tank for tank, plane for plane.
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I used to wear boxers and a tank top, but now I sleep in the nude. It's kind of weird, because I used to have to wear something to bed, whether it was a tank top or whatever. And now if I have any clothes at all on, it's really hard to get to sleep.
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Tank and Bank
With think tank and
Sorrow bank
How can I remain alone!
You are putting me in test.
And I
Putting aside these
Tank and bank
I try to prove myself
The best.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Butch Weldy
After I got religion and steadied down
They gave me a job in the canning works,
And every morning I had to fill
The tank in the yard with gasoline,
That fed the blow-fires in the sheds
To heat the soldering irons.
And I mounted a rickety ladder to do it,
Carrying buckets full of the stuff.
One morning, as I stood there pouring,
The air grew still and seemed to heave,
And I shot up as the tank exploded,
And down I came with both legs broken,
And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs.
For someone left a blow-fire going,
And something sucked the flame in the tank.
The Circuit Judge said whoever did it
Was a fellow-servant of mine, and so
Old Rhodes' son didn't have to pay me.
And I sat on the witness stand as blind
As Jack the Fiddler, saying over and over,
"l didn't know him at all."
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Deliver Me
Deliver me from darkness.
Deliver me from pain.
Deliver me from loneliness
and let love remain.
Deliver me from blindness.
Deliver me from chains.
Deliver me from unhappiness
and let drops of rain
Shower me with acceptance,
Shower me with song,
Shower me with goodness.
Deliver me from wrong.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hamster In A Tiger Tank (A Poem For Children)
There’s a hamster in a Tiger Tank,
I saw it driving down the street.
Despite its furry features,
crushing cars is just not sweet.
It’s firing the big cannon,
and shooting the machine gun.
It just took a shot at Tiddles,
you should have seen that kitty run.
I don’t know where it got it,
where do you get a Tiger Tank?
But it’s clear it is up to no good,
because hamster just blew up a bank.
Oh can’t anybody stop it?
The airforce, navy or army?
But when we rang they wouldn’t come,
they laughed and said “you’re barmy! ”
poem by Jojoba Mansell
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Carrion
a Enemy soldier lies motionless
and his limbs are twisted,
reaching for the last
energy of live
and a hand still holds a gun.
Blood and guts
are splattered about,
where a mortar bomb
hit home
and some flies gather.
The strong sulphur smell
mixed with fried human
burns my nose,
where smoke rises
from a shot out
enemy battle tank.
Another tank stand moveless
with its barrel
still aiming somewhere
and the remains
of its occupants hatched inside.
About a hundred Cuban tanks
and twice that much
enemy armoured cars,
stand lifeless in the African bush.
The battle scene is a graveyard
and my Ratel tank destroyer drives past,
to cross the Lomba river.
Before nightfall I fight
the darkness of my soul
and struggle with God
and to this day,
still no one can answer why.
[References: => Ratel tank destroyer=>Ratel ZT-3 (the anti-tank guided missile version) . Reference are given here to the “battle for Africa, ” fought by 61 South African mechanized battalion group and 32 South African battalion group against four brigades of the Soviet-led FAPLA forces (the 47th,59th,16th and 21st brigades) in Angola in August 1987.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I saw him smoke a cigar
I saw him smoke a cigar
and the binoculars
brought him here with me.
His cap was at a rakish angle
and sweat from the early morning sun,
was running down his face.
He stood in his tank’s open hatch
and gestured and laughed
with a comrade.
It was like a moment of peace,
but my Ratel’s gun
send a deadly shell at point blank range.
He was no more and splattered
and just another casualty of war
and burning white phosphor decimated
the enemy tank’s entire crew.
poem by Gert Strydom
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God is a verb, not a noun.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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Sent She Did A Shower Of Song Kisses
behold a shower of meteorites I bathe in light
a shower of kisses sent helps pass velvet night
overhead heavens streak in shower blaze glory
messages love sent written in our creation story
paradise still beckons with wonders souls aspire to
lovers feel universal song echo Adam Eve once knew
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Everyone who's ever taken a shower has an idea. It's the person who gets out of the shower, dries off and does something about it who makes a difference.
quote by Nolan Bushnell
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