If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.
quote by Carl Sagan
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In order to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.
Carl Sagan in Cosmos
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Red Apple, Red Apple
Red apple
Red apple
sitting on the ledge
savouring its nutrients
for a few moments longer
Red apple
Red apple
Savouring its time
That is has left
As a whole
Red apple
Red apple
Traveled such a
Long way, from the store?
Farm? another country?
Red apple
Red apple
Haunting me by
The curiosity of
How juicy you taste
Red apple
Red apple
Shine on,
Red apple
poem by John McAdam
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Scratch My Back
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
One good turn deserves another
Be my love, Ill be your lover
Its all part of natures laws
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch yours.
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, Ill do one in return
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
Thats it, hmm youre getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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while Jean is typing...
sometimes we want to talk to someone just to fill in the hours
but people want always to be taken special
and cannot appreciate this casual need
but no one is really special in this universe
it seems that each one is nothing but a speck
of dust
and this disappoints someone somewhere
who conceives the idea that
the universe needs him and that it would be
incomplete without him/her
we have wandered for a long time
we invent a universe
religion
we want to rationalized always our importance
i expect the truth
that after all these we are nothing
but a product only of
an evolution
without any significance at all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Itch and Scratch
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
Just like a train
on a railroad track
You go away today
and tomorrow come back.
Try taking an aeroplane
instead of a car,
then hop on a rocket
to a distant star.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
And just like an itch
you’ve got under my skin,
this is a situation
that I just can’t win.
Please give me a break
and get off my back.
Get out of here
and don’t come back.
You’re just like an itch
that keeps coming back.
Every time I itch
I have to scratch, scratch, scratch.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Mutual Itch One Lonely Night
this mutual each we have
one lonely night
when the moon sails in the
black sky
and the stars are too near
like lilies to the sailboat
on the placid lake,
i scratch my itch
you scratch yours
but what about our backs
those parts that i cannot reach
and you cannot reach
too
we follow the natural law
i'll scratch your back
and you scratch mine
no more no less
we are just
but friends,
tonight
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ballade Of A Great Weariness
There's little to have but the things I had,
There's little to bear but the things I bore.
There's nothing to carry and naught to add,
And glory to Heaven, I paid the score.
There's little to do but I did before,
There's little to learn but the things I know;
And this is the sum of a lasting lore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
And couldn't it be I was young and mad
If ever my heart on my sleeve I wore?
There's many to claw at a heart unclad,
And little the wonder it ripped and tore.
There's one that'll join in their push and roar,
With stories to jabber, and stones to throw;
He'll fetch you a lesson that costs you sore:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
So little I'll offer to you, my lad;
It's little in loving I set my store.
There's many a maid would be flushed and glad,
And better you'll knock at a kindlier door.
I'll dig at my lettuce, and sweep my floor,
Forever, forever I'm done with woe.
And happen I'll whistle about my chore,
"Scratch a lover, and find a foe."
L'ENVOI
Oh, beggar or prince, no more, no more!
Be off and away with your strut and show.
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core:
Scratch a lover, and find a foe!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe
quote by Dorothy Rothschild Parker
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Columind
What do you think you did here kid?
You're living like some rich kid bitch?
The scratch that make you flinch
Tha scratch that you can't itch
What do you think you got done here man?
You're putting on a show
What do you think you got done here kid?
Did you reach your killing goal?
Shame
song performed by by Filter from The Amalgamut
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Talking To The Universe
Hey, yoko!
Imagine a grapefruit and squeeze it on me.
Ah!
You say mustnt do this and that,
You say cant do this and that
While youre losing your pants in a bullet-proof car,
Losing your hair in a downtown bar.
Oh, forget it, just forget it,
Its the curse, youre my curse, it could be worse.
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Ooh - listen!
You say mustnt have this and that,
You say cant have this and that
While youre losing your apple and squeezing our balls,
Losing your mind and crawling up the walls.
Oh, forget it, just forget it,
Its the curse, youre my curse, it could be worse.
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Ooh -
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Ooh - listen!
Ooh -
Oh yeah, do you wanna touch me, oh yeah
Do you wanna break your mind, boy?
?
Youre a dildo, Im a whore,
Im a barbie, youre a hore.
Living in a glass house, having fun,
Lying in a glass house watching the sun.
Forget it, just forget it,
Its the curse, you are my curse, it could be worse.
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Im just talking to the universe,
Ooh -
Ooh -
Ooh -
Ooh -
Ooh -
Ooh -.......
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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(Computer Poem) A Languages Design
Learning yet another language.
The computer speaks in formulas and equations
Decoding it down to the very design.
Working backwards and seeing what you find.
Read the books and invent it as your own.
Make a claim so bold.
Look I think you found gold.
Perfection in the code.
With a vision sewed.
You put it up with an upload.
You have just shared it with all the world.
Never appreciated as the work you put into.
The click without understanding what that took.
Never a second look.
No template will do.
For as an artist work.
It must be done from scratch.
A skeleton at first.
Ugly is it curse.
But slowly it changes.
Warped and molded into something new.
It is as it is to you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Limitations
All of us preach
Only few of us can practice;
All of us search
Only few of us can conclude;
All of us sermon
Only few of us can follow;
All of us are students
Only few of us learn and excel;
All of us re-search
Only few of us can invent or discover;
All of us study
Only few of us can become knowledgeable;
All of us compose poetry
Only few of us are famous as poets par excellence;
All of us become rulers
Only few of us can rule with objectivity;
All of us suffer discrimination
Only few of us revolt and reform;
All of us meditate
Only few of us become yogis [1];
All of us pray to God
Only few of us will merge with Him;
Our limitations make us diverse
Only our mutual love and affection can make us one universe,
One family without malice
[1] Yogi: Seer, Saint
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Sonnets -Wake Up, Indian Scientists
'Aim for the Moon, ' - my Indian scientists all;
'And get your space-shuttle ready to land, '
'Discover, Invent, '- is Man's clarion-call,
So, grab the Moon-rocks, if need be, by hand!
“Aim for the Stars and you will land in Mars, '
Our poverty will invent many things;
Ambitions must be tall, don't stop with cars;
Your Indianness could make you real Kings.
Your brain has functioned very well till now;
So, make your extra Betz-cells work with zest,
Achievements are decided from above;
Unite; Be patriotic; Do your best.
Nothing around should make you lose your calm;
Nothing should stop a Man of Science perform.
poem by John Celes
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Poisoned Thorn Apple
I have love a thorn apple flower,
Which is scentless and very cute white flower-
But it is full of poisoned.
I have decorate my home only by this flower
Take care it every moment by my over capacity and
Forget all everything for this flower.
I don’t know when some poison
Have scatter in my whole body.
It has make me Mad,
It has make me homeless,
it have make me alone,
It has make me hungry,
It has make me sleepless,
It has made me guard in dark night.
It has make me a dirty boy
On the street.
Oh my thorn apple flower!
poem by Shahin Mallik
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I have a sense that many Americans, especially those like me with European or foreign parents, feel they have to invent their families just as they have to invent themselves.
quote by Philip Levine
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Gratefully Not Available
No thanks!
Scratch me off your list.
No matter where I appear on it.
You call...
After all these years.
To have a confrontation,
Or to leave me in tears?
Which is it?
A call to see how I am doing?
To ask who I am screwing of late?
What audacity you have,
To think I am here waiting?
I'm surprise you're still alive!
I have no intentions to return to your jive.
No thanks!
Scratch me off your list.
No matter where I appear on it.
I am doing well.
And I hope you are too.
I have no animosity in my heart for you.
I have gone on with my life...
Inspired and motivated.
Is that what you do?
You want us to discuss what went wrong?
You want us to reconnect,
To make what you left stronger...
From your point of view?
You must be crazed to believe those days,
With you I wish to relive.
To raise more havoc I rid from myself...
To invite back with you to live?
You're nuts!
No thanks!
Scratch me off your list.
No matter where I appear on it.
And no matter what thoughts you had,
And still have of me...
I appreciate your call.
However...
Erase from your mind,
Any memories you believe I still cherish.
No thanks!
Scratch me off your list.
No matter where I appear on it.
In fact...
Burn it!
And connect this to your mind:
'For you there is not time!
It has gone.
And I am gratefully not available! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apple Scruffs
Now Ive watched you sitting there
Seen the passers-by all stare
Like you have no place to go
But theres so much they dont know about apple scruffs
Youve been stood around for years
Seen my smiles and touched my tears
How its been a long, long time
And how youve been on my mind, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
In the fog and in the rain
Through the pleasures and the pain
On the step outside you stand
With your flowers in your hand, my apple scruffs
While the years they come and go
Now, your love must surely show me
That beyond all time and space
Were together face to face, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
song performed by by George Harrison
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The Gnat Nebulae
Full pummelling fisticuffs
Stitch over stitch
In and out
Imperceptibly kaleidoscopic
Swirling from ear to ear
Sporadic
Thrumming mystical notes
Notes of whisper
Whisper in the ear
Now a bothered swish of clawing
Cleaving slipping fingers
Immalleable rolling universal ball
Microcosmic needle into
Macrocosmic wool all
Silently thudding kneading pulling
Sealing a sin all opened unforgiven
Eternally whispering to a few
And never really heard
Pummelling sewing the invisible centre
Round and round the darkless sun
Only the end that began
Only a scratch and a bother
What bother to scratch
For scratching bothers
Bothers a scratch
Scratch and not to bother
Scratch Scratch Scratch
Dedicated to J.C. Alldridge
(©: T. Wignesan - Paris,1957; from T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961; first pub. in 'Forum Academicum', University of Heidelberg,1957)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Burning Calories
The burning
comes from walking
your fingers on the keys.
The blogging
burns from writing
creative breeze.
The googling
burns from sighting
many Titties and kitties.
The Twittering
Well I don't twitter
What burns better?
The Iphone4 or Apple?
So the Apple it is
that burns better.
Well, I rather,
that is,
eat the Apple,
or make Zapple,
-a detoxing drink.
And subtlety wink.
High fiber in turn,
can really burn.
The World Is A Ball
The world is a ball
Covered with leaves and paper
You born and live here
After death you go
No one knows, where
Nothing will be left
All things of you
Time will clean forever
You need a good ink
To make a good scratch
Which will make you walk
After death along with
Those who will be alive
If time fails to clean
The scratch from the screen
Then your life is successful
Other wise a short blink.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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