Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Off the Shelf
One fine day someone,
came into the store,
and took us off the shelf,
they threw their money down,
We were tossed into a bag,
so dark was it in there,
suddenly we heard lots
of people talking,
We were inside a smoked
filled room, this man pulled
us out of the bag, he then
opened our package we
were in, took us out,
He threw us onto
the table, after
placing money there,
'Darn it, he said,
I rolled snake eyes'.
He was so mad, he threw
us in the wastebasket,
and not the table again,
so that was where,
we stayed until the
next day, when some
kind person took us
out and said 'Hey,
I found me some dice'.
So that's what we are!
(4-6-07)
Mrs.claxon
on top of old smokey all covered in blood
we shot mrs. claxon with a 44-slug i went to
her funeral i went to her grave every body threw roses
but i threw granades they think she went to heaven
but she really went to hell but only the devil could tell
then she tried to haunt me upon the hill then all her students
came to kill you still cant kill such an evil soul cause she was
never pronounced dead.
by cheyenne brown
2102 mabert rd. portsmouth ohio.45662
poem by Cheyenne Brown
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We walked into distant mirage
Somewhere on a unfrequented beach
you and I alone left tracks
and walked into the distant mirage
to find a new tomorrow for us.
Our fingers twined through each others
and your shadow
became part of mine
as if from the beginning
we were meant to be one in love.
From then on
there was no pulling away for us
and like two antelope
we were always side-by-side
and just sometimes
the one leading the other.
Between islands we found a place
with a chalet
where the water makes a lagoon,
a small narrow beach touches the ocean
and a waterfall rushed down a brown black cliff.
Bees turned like swishing angels
around and around
wild fruit, berries and flowers
and we built a bonfire
and with the dwindling sun
still held each other’s hands.
There were sparks
drawing long lines in the dark
and I threw dark red
JC Le Roux champagne
for you in a long glass
which we touched
like bells and your eyes
sparkled like fireflies
and we invited the stars
and a golden moon as friends
and threw all our worries
and all the things
of the old world away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Is At Threat
To be very close to your chest
Once I became a book
But after the test and examination
You kept me safe in the shelf
And never give me a second look.
To mix up and mingle with your breath
Once I became the smell of the tulip
After inhaling, you threw me out
And second time you never pick me up
To lift up your soul
And to heal your heart
Once I become the light
You needed me too much at night
But at day you threw me out.
To make you move and shake
Once I became the storm
But after the rain
You never remembered me again.
To give you flower and fruit
Once I became a tree
But cut me pieces
And took my all for free.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Alone Is Better
theres rubble and ash where my soul used to be
put a chain and lock around my trust and threw
away the key.
because its happened before
and i cant go threw it anymore
because they will just leave
and i will be left alone to bleed.
poem by Kathryn Briones
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Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Hairy Wombat
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3 Libras
threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back
a name in your recollection down among a million same
difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed and passed over
when i've looked right through to see you naked but oblivious
and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
here i am expecting just a little bit too much form the wounded
but i see through it all
and see you
so i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
oh well
apparently nothing
you don't see me
you don't see me at all
song performed by by A Perfect Circle from Mer De Noms
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Mistaken Identity
I could see her
Behind the glass doors
Unaware of my presence
She was busy in her work
To seek her attention
I waved at her
Threw small pebbles
At the door
So engrossed she was
Did not pay
Any heed to my efforts
I was dejected
Did not know
What more to do
In frustration
I picked a bigger pebble
Threw it with all the might
It banged against the door
Shattered the glass
With a big sound
She heard the sound
Opened the door
Yelled at me
Who are you?
And
What do you want?
I anxiously looked at her
To my surprise
She was her twin sister
Without waiting more
I ran away from there
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Poisoned Rose
The poisoned rose
That you gave to me
It left me half alive
And half in ecstasy
But if half of your love
Is all I can win
Give me just a fraction
But no more medicine
The poisoned rose
On a valentine card
That you take straight to the heart
That you call my junkyard
But if all I can do
Is save pieces of you
The piece of your mind
The piece of your heart
Didnt tear me apart
Like the poisoned rose
I received from you
I dont know
How we came to grow
Into this very sad affair
Everytime we do the decent thing
Somebody spikes the drink
And a single becomes a pair
The poisoned rose
That you wear at your best
That I keep pressed between the white sheets
Where you lie half undressed
I threw away my shirt and shoes
You looked and I dived in
Its just you and me now
cause I threw away the gin
I threw away your alibis
And all your worn-out clothes
I threw myself upon the floor
But I couldnt throw away
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
This poisoned rose
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Of the Family
Hairy, Hairy, quite contrary
sat upon a stool.
Came the kindly wombat fairy
from the Fairy pool.
Said to Hairy, have a sherrie
makes the bowels loose,
Hairy thought it rather scary
maybe, too obtuse.
Hairy took a wife named Mary
fat she was and round
built a cosy, visionary
log home on the ground.
Home was small but Hairy loved it
'twas a sturdy log.
Found a lichen rug and shoved it
in to warm the frog.
Frog had been cast from his quarters
by his next of kin.
Sealed the wombat home with mortar
and they took him in.
Winter came and snow kept falling,
hibernate they did,
under Lichen there was balling
made another kid.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The Fox
The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh
His dog among the bushes barking high;
The ploughman ran and gave a hearty shout,
He found a weary fox and beat him out.
The ploughman laughed and would have ploughed him in
But the old shepherd took him for the skin.
He lay upon the furrow stretched for dead,
The old dog lay and licked the wounds that bled,
The ploughman beat him till his ribs would crack,
And then the shepherd slung him at his back;
And when he rested, to his dog's surprise,
The old fox started from his dead disguise;
And while the dog lay panting in the sedge
He up and snapt and bolted through the hedge.
He scampered to the bushes far away;
The shepherd called the ploughman to the fray;
The ploughman wished he had a gun to shoot.
The old dog barked and followed the pursuit.
The shepherd threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
But when he saw the dog and heard the cry
He threw his hatchet--but the fox was bye.
The shepherd broke his hook and lost the skin;
He found a badger hole and bolted in.
They tried to dig, but, safe from danger's way,
He lived to chase the hounds another day.
poem by John Clare
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A Rock
I threw a rock up in the sky
I threw it hard so it went high
Towards my enemy it was thrown
And if it hits him, his assailant will be unknown
But if it hits him and be does not die
I will throw a other rock hoping he will not survive.
poem by Randy McClave
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Industrail Disease
Now warning lights are flashing down in Quality Control,
Somebody threw a spanner, they threw him in the hole.
There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town,
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down.
There's a meeting in the boardroom, they're trying to trace a smell,
There's leaking in the washroom, there's a sneak in personnel.
Somewhere in the corridor someone was heard to sneeze,
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea
Under the green white blue of this and that and the other,
That and the other, and that and the other, for ever and ever,
Under the up and down and the swaying ships swingswonging,
There they flung him to sleep who will never come back to my longing.
The Father comes back to his child and the son comes back to his Mother,
But neither by land or sea
Will he ever come back to me,
Never, never, never
Will he come back to me.
All day I run by the Cliff, all night I stand in the sand,
All day I furrow and burrow the holmes and the heights.
But whether by night or day
There's never a trace or a track,
Never a word or a breath,
In the swill and the swoop and the flash and the foam and the wind,
Never a fleck or a speck
Coming, coming my way.
The mew comes back to the strand and the ship comes back to the land,
But he will never come back
To all the prayers that I pray thro' the scorching black of the day
And the freezing black of the nights,
Never, never come back
To the ear that harks itself deaf and the eye that strains itself blind,
And the heart that is starving to death.
He was chill and they threw him to cold,
He was dead and they threw him to drown,
He was weary and wanted rest-
They should have laid him on my breast,
He would have slept on my breast,
But they threw him into the boiling boil and bubble,
The wheel and the whirl, the driff and the draff
Of the everlasting trouble.
I swear to you he was mine! I swear to you he was my own.
Madam, if I may make so bold,
Do you know what the dead men do
In the black and blue, in the green and brown?
Deep, deep, you think they sleep
Where the mermen moan and the mermaids weep?
Ah, ah, you make me laugh!
I'm not yet twenty years old,
But lean your ear
And you shall hear
A little thing that I know.
Up and up they come to the top,
Down and down they go down.
To and fro the finny fish go,
But slow and slow, and so and so,
Low over high, high under low,
Up and up they come to the top,
Down and down they go down:
When the sun comes up they come to the top,
When the sun sinks they go down.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Identities
I bought a car, built a house
And threw parties with strains
To belong to higher strata.
There I was held the lowest
For my small car, small house
And small hall parties.
I wish I had not done.
04.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Small Talk & Pride
(john farrar)
We never really had the chance to let each other know
We never really had the time to let our feelings show
Small talk kept us going
When the only words to say
Were how I long to hold you
Pride locked the words away
I never had the confidence to think that you could care
I never looked into your eyes to see if love was there
I talked it over with myself and silently agreed
Your heart was in a high place unreachable to me
I waited too long for a sign from you
Reached for a line that you never threw
Small talk and pride kept us from getting together
Now theres never a day youre not on my mind
Saying the words we could never find
Small talk and pride took you from my life forever
Ill never hold the cards again
To win a love so real
I know Id gamble everything
But mistress fate wont deal
I just have to be content to learn by my mistakes
Our hearts were just a breath away
Now theyre far enough to break
I waited too long for a sign from you
Reached for a line that you never threw
Small talk and pride kept us from getting together
Now theres never a day youre not on my mind
Saying the words we could never find
Small talk and pride took you from my life forever
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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A Change of Heart
I threw in
face cream,
slippers,
tops.
I added a few
sexy frocks.
My daddy's picture,
old emotions,
fears, anxieties,
hearts devotions.
I threw in letters
I had written,
and little things
that had me smitten
and then I sat
upon the lot
and tried to get the
thing to lock.
I should have
known,
I should have
guessed,
I'd put in
one too many
vests,
so I unpacked,
sat down with glee
and had a soothing
cup of tea.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Broken Sky
In telephone
my daughter told
earlier rain with the storm
along with crystal ice
threw the pot to the high road
threw the sheet of the neighbour house roof
broke the branch tree
slaughtered branch fell on a pair of couple
to seven grade sky
that already broken
poem by Prasetya Utama
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The beloved and the wife
I aimed at a fruit.
Some one had got it.
I was in pain, not in anger.
I shall wait to have it
If and when it is left over,
Or given by bits.
On the other hand,
I had a fruit.
Someone stealthily bit.
I threw away,
Not with pain, but with anger.
Not to have anymore,
If returned as reformed.
Why are two standards-
Prodigal beloved and prodigal wife?
Claim of ownership is the cause
25.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thrill Has Gone
Listening I hear your voice
Together you and I have nothing left to carry on
And Im seeing you slip away
Cause you never cared
You never even realised
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Wondering as I look outside
Changes all around
Theres nothing left here to hide
And Im asking you have you lost your soul
Cause you never cared
You never even realised that I wasnt there
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Say to me what I want to hear
Say to me what I want to hear
Cause you never cared
You never even realised that I wasnt there
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
Now the thrill has gone
Cause I can see it in your eyes
Now the thrill has gone
And it was you who threw it all away
Now the thrill has gone
song performed by by Texas
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