There are people who are uncanny, who are finished products at a young age. I wasn't, thank God.
quote by Itzhak Perlman
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Its Uncanny
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 -
Its uncanny, the way you always call
Every time I think about you
Its uncanny baby, the way you always know
Just what Im going through
Sometimes you take me by surprise
And I dont know what to say
When Im not alone
You always find me where I lay
When you call my name and take my breath away
Its uncanny baby, its uncanny baby
Please dont you know
When I was lonely, you were my friend
When I needed you, you took me in girl
When I was crazy, you bring me back home
When I see you, Im in love
Im in love, Im in love again
Its hard to talk about all the trouble that I feel
And I cant always see whats fantasy,
Whats real
But when you call my name,
The wave disappears
Its uncanny baby, uncanny baby
You keep on doin it girl
You do it to me, you do it to me
When I think about you dont you know
I hear that doorbell ringing in my ear
You do it to me, you do it to me
Your loves so good and interesting
Shows no sign of ending
Just keeps on taking me higher
Uncanny baby, uncanny baby, please girl
Uncanny baby, you know its uncanny
You know its uncanny now
Every time, every time I think about you
You know its uncanny
Oh you always come through girl
You know its uncanny, you know its uncanny baby
Keep on doin it girl,
You know its uncanny .....
song performed by by Hall & Oates
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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There Is Nothing Uncanny About It
It is just uncanny.
And quite a mystery to me...
Why acts or violence,
Inequities and disparites...
With a rise of racial tension,
Could exist to affect the lives of so many.
How can you explain this movement,
That seems to have come...
To change all of our lives so drastically.
'What are you talking about?
Is this another rumor?
Or a new TV show?
Everywhere I go,
People choose to exaggerate or embellish...
The slightest thing.
If people didn't live accepting their denials,
We'd all be living a better quality of life.
And there is nothing uncanny about it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World Is In Pain
This world was once as bright as gold
With happy people young and old
But then as the people tell
To the evil goodness began to sell
The world wasn’t as bad as it is
With people’s tears coming out as rain
It wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
And as the darkness began to prevail
So says the story tellers tale
From bad to worse, and worse to worst
It felt as if the whole world would burst
The world wasn’t filled with all sorts of crimes
With all the people going insane
The world wasn’t filled with killers and bandits
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
Now evil is ruling and angels are dieing
No truth is there and the people are lying
And as the truth is overpowered by lie
Over all places the dark clouds fly
The world wasn’t filled with lies
With search of truth ending in vain
The world wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
poem by Vidushi Khera
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In other words, unlike some people with new theories, we will go out, we'll go into a school and we get products and the products are evaluated, whether it's by teachers or others. The scores are quantified and then we compare performances.
quote by Robert Sternberg
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight
song performed by by Morrissey
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There are huge advertising budgets only when there's no difference between the products. If the products really were different, people would buy the one that's better. Advertising teaches people not to trust their judgment. Advertising teaches people to be stupid.
Carl Sagan in Contact
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My makeup wasn't smeared, I wasn't disheveled, I behaved politely, and I never finished off a bottle, so how could I be alcoholic?
quote by Betty Ford
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It used to be that people needed products to survive. Now products need people to survive.
quote by Nicholas Johnson
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Not To Fake To Give
People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
People want to know,
What it's like to have a harmony.
And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love.
People want to find,
Perfection here on Earth.
But...
People ought to know,
They can't get it freely.
And...
Only those with open hearts.
Also know they're here...
Not to fake to give.
People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
People want to know,
What it's like to have a harmony.
And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love.
And...
Not to fake to give.
And people want to see,
Their futures bright in the Sun...
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.
Lighting up their faces.
Acknowledging their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.
Acknowledging that their products of love,
And...
Not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
People want to have,
Their...
Lives wrapped up in gladness.
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
Upfront,
And not to fake to give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dwarves of Tao-Chou
In the land of Tao-chou
Many of the people are dwarfs;
The tallest of them never grow to more than three feet.
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to Court;
Described as “an offering of natural products from the land of Tao-chou.”
A strange “offering of natural products “; I never heard of one yet
That parted men from those they loved, never to meet again!
Old men—weeping for their grandsons; mothers for their children!
One day—Yang Ch’ëng came to govern the land;
He refused to send up dwarf slaves in spite of incessant mandates.
He replied to the Emperor “Your servant finds in the Six Canonical Books
‘In offering products, one must offer what is there, and not what isn’t there’
On the waters and lands of Tao-chou, among all the things that live
I only find dwarfish people; no dwarfish slaves.”
The Emperor’s heart was deeply moved and he sealed and sent a scroll
“The yearly tribute of dwarfish slaves is henceforth annulled.’’
The people of Tao-chou,
Old ones and young ones, how great their joy!
Father with son and brother with brother henceforward kept together;
From that day for ever more they lived as free men.
The people of Tao-chou
Still enjoy this gift.
And even now when they speak of the Governor
Tears start to their eyes.
And lest their children and their children’s children should forget the Governor’s name,
When boys are born the syllable “Yang” is often used in their forename.
Through Walmart's Doors
A gaze within
A look without
At a blur of a throng
That moves about
Old… young
Fat… thin
Rushing home
Then back again
Eager faces,
Ready checks
Fingers tight on
Back of children’s necks
Tugging at carts
Stuck tightly together
All dressed… all wrong
No matter the weather
Chinese products
Bought chop-chop quick
Out of date products
That makes them sick
A blur of humanity
An unending shout
River of people…
That flows in and out
In and out, …out and in
A blur…a river…a streak
Twenty four hours… each and every day
Seven days a week
poem by David Whalen
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When I Was Young I Cried
When I was young I cried when I was sad, when I was young I cried when I was happy, when I was young I cried when I wanted something, when I was young I cried when I was lonely, when I was young I cried when I had to say goodbye, when I was young I cried when my feelings were hurt, when I was young I cried when I wasn't accepted, when I was young I cried when I was mocked, when I was young I cried for attention, when I was young I cried when I was scared, when I was young I cried when I hurt others, when I was young I cried when I felt physical pain, when I was young I cried when I was jealous, when I was young I cried when I lost someone or when I was lost somewhere, when I was young I cried when I didn't know, and now as an adult I cry because I understand.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Magician.
The man in the -white as snow- thobe looked like a statue of
the saviour, as seen in protestant churches. He walked amongst
people at the farmers market, gently spoke about this and that,
maybe the price of cucumbers? What do I know?
Soon he had a fan base; people liked him and asked questions
that had more to do with metaphysical reasoning than the cost
of agricultural products.
This disturbed authorities, was the stranger sowing seditious
thoughts in people’s mind? And his thobe it repelled dust and
was always clean?
He was arrested and put in a police cell. When detectives came
to interrogate him he wasn’t there, only his thobe, which, the label
on the inside, read: made in China.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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A Double
Everyone has a double
at least that is what they say.
I am beginning to believe it
after what happened yesterday.
My wife and I went shopping
and to the checkout, we went.
Then I stopped and felt hesitant,
the cashier, a young girl looked familiar,
but it couldn’t be,
for who she looked like lived thousands of miles away.
Everything about her
from the style of her hair
and the glasses she wore,
even the way she smiled
looked the spitting image of a friend I speak to on the internet.
The resemblance was uncanny
and I almost called her by friends name.
She made me take a second glance
to make sure.
I know it wasn’t my friend who lives in America,
she was younger than she,
but she certainly looked like her.
When they say now everyone has a double,
here is one now that believes.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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A lot of sponsors over the years have left us. They've all come back. But they chose to leave us for a while because of stories we have done about them or their products or their friend's products or whatever.
quote by Morley Safer
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Manufacturers employ more than 14 million Americans doing what Americans do best, making things, building things, transforming raw materials into finished products.
quote by John Engler
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Subsequent to the original Quicken, the whole idea that we, as a consumer products company, could actually make business products, that was a whole revolution in our thinking.
quote by Scott Cook
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Are My Poems Finished/ And I Finished With Them?
ARE MY POEMS FINISHED/ AND I FINISHED WITH THEM?
Are my poems finished
And I finished with them?
Each day has a beauty of its own
Light, wind, trees, colors, flowers.
All I see
The cracks in the grey pavement before me.
The cool cool wind at my back
The prayer ahead.
Even this poem is not properly finished
And I a fool racing and rushing
Through another
Again and again and again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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