A traveller on foot in this country seems to be considered as a sort of wild man or out-of-the way being, who is stared at, pitied, suspected, and shunned by everybody that meets him.
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The Crooked Stick
First Traveller: What's that lying in the dust?
Second Traveller: A crooked stick.
First Traveller: What's it worth, if you can trust to arithmetic?
Second Traveller: Isn't this a riddle?
First Traveller: No, a trick.
Second Traveller:It's worthless, leave it where it lies.
First Traveller: Wait; count ten;
Rub a little dust upon your eyes;
Now, look again.
Second Traveller: Well, and what the devil is it, then?
First Traveller: It's the sort of crooked stick that shepherds know.
Second Traveller: Someone's loss!
First Traveller: Bend it, and you make of it a bow.
Break it, a cross.
Second Traveller: But it's all grown over with moss!
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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To Become Suspected
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To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild In The Country
(words & music by george wise - hugo peretti - luigi creatore)
A rose grows wild in the country
A tree grows tall as the sky
The wind blows wild in the country
And part of the wild, wild country, am i
Wild, wild, like the deer and the dove
Wild and free is this land that I love
A dream grows wild in the country
A love grows tall as the sky
A heart beats wild in the country
And here with a dream in my heart
Part of the wild, wild country, am i
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye
There's more to me than meets the eye
Look closely, I too also cry
There's more to me than meets the eye
I swear to God and that's no lie
There's more to me than meets the eye
Get a chance to know me then decide
There's more to me than meets the eye
What the eyes percieves isn't always right
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll be that guy on whom you can always rely
There's more to me than meets the eye
I still believe in love, happiness and rainbows in the sky
There's more to me than meets the eye
Behind all this, I'm a shy guy
There's more to me than meets the eye
Give me a chance to be a part of your life
There's more to me than meets the eye
I'll give you my heart, in which you'll reside
There's more to me than meets the eye
I look into yours and feel alive
There's more to me than meets the eye
Reminicing on the first time we met, and those cheesy lines. To my face it brings a smile.
There's more to me than meets the eyes
Without you in my life I'd rather die
There's more to me than meets the eye
Now that I've told you, do you believe in us.
poem by Kgagamatso Chimelwane
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Traveller
Traveller
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
What do you have in your pack?
Traveller
Who are you travelling with?
Who is your enemy?
Who is your ally?
Traveller
Are you not tired?
Are you not lonely?
Are you not giving up?
Traveller
Can you tell me
where the dangerous roads are?
Can you tell me
where the safe roads are?
Can you tell me
where the harvests are?
Can you tell me
where the springs are?
Traveller
Up to where
will you be travelling?
Untill when
will you be travelling?
For whom
are you travelling?
Traveller
Who are you? ...
Traveller
Will you take me...
with you?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Country music has changed tremendously, so what now is considered country was not considered country at that time. We were doing stuff that probably could have been called country music today, but would certainly have not have fit in at that time.
quote by Charlie Daniels
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Once I left out what I then considered my best line because there was a suspected column rat in the house.
quote by Dick Cavett
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Wangled by the Wayside
'Country blokes is kind,' he said,
And sat upon his swag
(I had no pipe tobacco,
So he said he'd 'risk a fag.')
'A country bloke's my sort o' bloke,
As I've had cause to find.
Them city coves is cold as mud:
But country blokes is kind.
'Now, f'rinstance, just you take yerself.
I meets you on the road,
A stranger, fur as I'm concerned
A cove I've never knowed.
An' when I sprags you for a smoke,
I'll bet you didn't mind.
You done your best; tho' fags is muck.
Country blokes is kind.
'Country hearts is rightly placed
A every battler knows.
If I'd have asked you for a feed,
Or p'raps some carst-off clo'es,
I'll wager you'd have searched your house
For all that you could find
In shape of tucker or of duds,
Yes; country blokes is kind.
'But city coves! - I ain't been there
For years - nigh on fifteen.
But lately I meandered down
Just for a change of scene
But rekernise a human bean?
They ain't that way inclined,
That crowd of stone-eyed strangers there.
Not like the conutry kind.
'To ask a bob for food or drink
In cities is a sin,
An' they goes an' calls a copper,
An' the copper turns you in.
But, if you pitch a likely tale,
Most like you don't git fined.
So I hoofs it back to country scenes
Where blokes is nice and kind.
'So here I am, back in the bush,
Still battlin' an' dead-broke.
An' the minnit I seen you I sez,
'Now, there's a country bloke,'
I sez. 'He's got that sort of face.'
I'm broke, but I'm not blind.
Stone-broke ... Well, I best push along ...
Thanks. Country blokes is kind.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A woman’s loss
A mother to her son is no more a repute
If her modesty is suspected.
A wife to her husband is no more cute
If her fidelity is suspected.
A daughter to her father is no more worth
If her virginity is suspected.
To gain their love and affection,
A woman has to sublimate her passion.
13.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Broken Toys
Broken toys
Lie in the back
Unused, untouched, unloved
Misfits with something wrong
Sit behind the rest
Unwelcomed, shunned, pitied
Broken toys lie scattered about
Tossed aside
Still they wait
poem by Autumn Winds
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Unicorn 12
where the unlimited meets the limited,
and the unimagined meets the imagined;
where the unseen meets the seen,
and the eye meets the heart;
where the earth meets the seed,
and the seed meets the root;
where the root meets the earth;
and the flower meets the air;
where the heart meets the thought,
and the thought meets the sound;
where the sound meets the word;
and the word meets the voice;
where joy arises,
and where sorrow ends;
where love arises,
and the world is one;
where magic lives,
and miracles are law;
where childhood lives
and freedom is always now,
the unicorn is.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Traveller handwarm
the lamb in the blood a traveller moonlit
the lamb in the blood a traveller sunlit
the lamb in the womb the sky spelled cloud
the walker in the mud a traveller lightless
the walker in the mud a traveller darkless
the walker in the lamb the sky spelled step
a silent road in the traveller's book
a silent road the traveller took
a silent road after a storm
a traveller path traveller handwarm
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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High Cumberland Dilemma
It's been a little fever and maybe Bucky Beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
Moonlight on the cabin and you're too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I can't see you weep
See you weep...Sarah sleep
Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin' for Boston
Once again
Sarah's cold and hungry and the baby's due any day
Stuck up in high country and it don't thaw out 'til May
Here we'll stay...
Mountain fever's on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we can't get in to town
He don't come 'round
Sarah cried for Boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but I'm not sure that it's all
right...
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country air's appealin' but there's more than meets the eye
Meets the eye.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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No Longer Is That Scent Addicting
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
Whipped nuts with minds burning up,
Are quickly crushing themselves...
From beliefs they keep unchanged.
Slipping grips on fed delusions.
And rapidly going insane!
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And criticized for living my life.
With judgements made that I was crazed.
But my eyes beheld the decadence and blight...
Those who invited,
While ostracizing the ones they opposed...
Who had been right.
To leave them emotionally abandoned.
While a rejoicing in ignorance...
Excited in the darkest of nights.
Now they fight each other to spite in self hatred!
With accusations made and placed...
Upon me and others of colored face.
And those who sympathize with a guarded pace.
I hear the ones seeking,
And wishing for me to come to their aid.
I hear the voices ask forgiveness.
But how can that be done?
I am not the 'One' who comes to save!
When I,
Like the others...
Have accepted we've been shunned.
The 'gift' the evildoers gave.
I've been profiled and monitored.
Suspected for steps I took.
And accused of those,
I lay too fast asleep to make.
And now I find I am too loyal,
To break away from my own escape!
For a return to a burning...
Once inside me yearning.
But no longer is that scent addicting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonetheless, to the extent that terrorists have come into our country or suspected or known terrorists have entered our country across a border, it's been across the Canadian border. There are real issues there.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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Cumberland High Dilemma
By: jimmy buffett, buzz cason
1993
Its been a little fever and maybe bucky beaver
Who made me pull the lever and leave once again
We chose just not to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country airs appealin but theres more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
Moonlight on the cabin its too damn cold to sleep
Your head turns from my pillow so I cant see you weep
See you weep...sarah sleep
Stoned alone together least the city streets have drains
Standing here ass high up in the rain longin for boston
Once again...
Sarahs cold and hungry and the babys due any day
Stuck up in high country and it dont thaw out til may
Here well stay...
Mountain fevers on me and tonight the truck broke down
Doctor in the valley but we cant get in to town
He dont come round...
Sarah cried for boston and her mother late last night
I reassured her everything was tight but Im not sure that
Its all right...
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country airs appealin but theres more than meets the eye
Meets the eye...
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Urges of lust
Sexual urge meets with the coitus.
Carnal urge meets with the bites.
Bio-urge meets with the impregnation.
Psycho-sex urge meets with the child-care
And socio-sex urge meets with self welfare.
Lust is the force behind.
Lust is the source for all forces.
25.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I mean, it is an extraordinary thing that a large proportion of your country and my country, of the citizens, never see a wild creature from dawn 'til dusk, unless it's a pigeon, which isn't really wild, which might come and settle near them.
quote by David Attenborough
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Being Tall
Those men who are considered tall,
defined as more than five foot nine,
are smarter than the ones who’re small.
that’s less than five foot nine. That’s fine
by me, for I was, in my prime,
a little more than five foot ten,
and though I’ve shrunk, it’s not yet time
for me to join the little men
who’re under five foot nine, becoming
less smart than I was when I stood
as tall as smart men, not down dumbing
myself so I’d be understood
by those who are so tiny that
they cannot follow mighty minds
of those who’re tall. Nobility
of soul I claim so long as I
retain with my virility
the size that girls like in a guy,
not small but smart. I’ll deal with fat
in my next poem. Big behinds
don’t correlate with smartness but
that topic is on my agenda
in what I'll call 'Of Brain and Butt, ”
which is a head and tail rear-ender.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Dream Woman
I. At a time he dreamed about a woman
At a time he dreamed about a woman
and started longing after her
who at night stared at him
reaching out with her hands to him
but it’s only in his dreams that he see her
and when he closes his eyes she is there.
At a time he dreamed about a woman
and started longing after her
then he went into the wide world
trusting his friends with his secret
who scoffed at him, sometimes heckled at him
and he really wanted to experience her love,
at a time he dreamed about a woman
and started longing after her.
II. There is a day that he meets her
There is a day that he meets her
looking unexpectedly into the depths of her eyes,
when they gaze at each other for the first time,
both fall into love with the first greeting
and her lips are soft and sweet beneath his
and she embraces him with each gesture.
There is a day that he meets her
looking unexpectedly into the depths of her eyes,
and his friends warn him against danger
but her eyes are black like soot
and he feels silly like an impertinent child
cannot stop his feelings,
there is a day that he meets her
looking unexpectedly into the depths of her eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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