Television has spread the habit of instant reaction and stimulated the hope of instant results.
quote by Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.
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Instant Mash
In the supermarket there is music while you work
It drives you crazy, sends you screaming for the door
Work there for a year or two and you can't get to like it
I don't work in supermarkets anymore
It's so easy, it's so easy
Grab can, lift arm, stack can, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make an instant smash
Doin' the instant mash
In the discorama there's a dj tries to charm ya
They got flashin' lights to dance to if you're shy
Red for treble, green for bass, they're wired in sequence round the place
You wait till ten, then try take off your tie
It's so easy, it's so easy
Lift hand, flick wrist, drop hand, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make some instant cash
Doin' the instant mash
In the cinema tonight they sit and watch the robots fight
The human beings don't have much to say
Robots making lots of cash and all they eat is instant mash
Oh wouldn't you just love to be that way?
It's so easy, it's so easy
Heat it, beat it, eat it, turn around
It's so easy, it's so easy
Do the instant mash, do the instant mash
Do the instant mash, make an instant smash
Doin' the instant mash
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Instant Tunes
Instant tunes only just been made
Instant songs never to be played
Instant tunes hanging out to dry
Let me try to introduce you to
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
Their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!
Instant tunes give instant cash
Make me want to start a backlash
Let me have the recipe
And make me some lovely, lovely
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
Their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!
Ever and ever will they give us pleasure
Their instant, still instant
Like mother used to make it -- oh!
Instant tunes give instant cash
Make me want to start a backlash
Let me have the recipe
And make me some lovely, lovely
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
Instant tunes
song performed by by Xtc
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It Call All End In An Instant
IT CAN ALL END IN AN INSTANT
It could all end in an instant-
From a direction we never thought of,
All that we have taken for granted
Can disappear,
And leave us in longing for small ordinary things
Which once meant next to nothing to us-
It can come from within ourselves,
Or from without-
At my age I have seen it happen to many-
One day they are walking around alright
And the next day they are never alright again-
I fear
It can all end in an instant
And there is no way to make certain it won't.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Just Follow That Yellow Brick Road
Instant gratification?
I'm sorry I don't have it here for you,
Like that.
And there is nothing on my path that says I should.
Have you been modified to accept rejection?
I hope so.
I would hate to be the one to break your heart,
With a pinch of reality and a dash of a thought process.
The instant gratification you might be seeking...
May be found at another address.
Just follow that yellow brick road.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patriotism is an instant reaction that fades away when the war starts.
quote by Mick Jagger
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In An Instant
IN AN INSTANT
In an instant
Before we see Night
We may never again
Feel the Light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?
quote by Paul Sweeney
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Hands Made Of Dust
butterfly....
flash for an instant,
then gone forever,
leaving only the echoes
of your small fragile wings
riding the wind....
eternity, an instant,
nothing else needed,
holding starlight
in the palms
of hands made of dust!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Digital has obviously changed things a lot, but not all for the better as far as I'm concerned. Of course it's much more convenient and you're getting instant results, but to me it just lacks the finesse of a roll of film and it has a slightly superimposed feel.
quote by Graeme Le Saux
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A Definition Of Trust
Trust is instant immediate.
Trust happens all at once.
Or trust does not happen?
Trust is not time relative.
Trust does not grow with time.
Trust is instant connection?
Trust is instant knowing.
Trust is a click perception.
Or awkward impossibility?
Personalities incompatible.
Can never click connect.
Can never trust reconcile?
Even friendship may be impossible.
True trust patterns in true friendship.
True trust is an elixir of possibilities.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You may feel
That your life
Is full of sorrow
And sometimes
Unbearable
But you just
Cannot fly away
When you
Feel
Like flying
In any instant
Since you
Are not a bird
I may feel the
Same way
Too
And want
To swim
And slip away
In any instant
To my liking
In the deepest
Sea
But I am
Not a fish
so why
not just
stay and
wait
and see? .
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kandis
You may feel
That your life
Is full of sorrow
And sometimes
Unbearable
But you just
Cannot fly away
When you
Feel
Like flying
In any instant
Since you
Are not a bird
I may feel the
Same way
Too
And want
To swim
And slip away
In any instant
To my liking
In the deepest
Sea
But I am
Not a fish
so why
not just
stay and
wait
and see? .
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The mother and the artist
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of wonderfully emollient freshness; every
unfurling instant of impregnably magnificent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of spellbindingly undefeated innocence; every
unfurling instant of symbiotically pristine existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of timelessly unconquerable truth; every unfurling
instant of bounteously magnanimous existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unfathomably unfettered creativity; every
unfurling instant of timelessly burgeoning existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of royally triumphant resplendence; every
unfurling instant of unconquerably majestic existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of eternally exhilarating vivaciousness; every
unfurling instant of redolently insuperable existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbelievably ameliorating optimism; every
unfurling instant of marvelously benign existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of brilliantly liberated camaraderie; every
unfurling instant of iridescently inscrutable existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unshakably virgin righteousness; every
unfurling instant of beautifully untainted existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of uninhibitedly heavenly frolic; every unfurling
instant of tantalizingly sensuous existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of compassionately humanitarian friendship; every
unfurling instant of magically mitigating existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of miraculously everlasting freshness; every
unfurling instant of invincibly coalescing existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of pricelessly ubiquitous oneness; every unfurling
instant of robustly blessed existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unbreakably Omnipotent desire; every unfurling
instant of victoriously effulgent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unceasingly reinvigorating fantasy; every
unfurling minute of poignantly charismatic existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of insurmountably intrepid enchantment; every
unfurling minute of rhapsodically unhindered existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Omnisciently tranquil serenity; every unfurling
instant of endlessly bestowing existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of perpetually fragrant breath; every unfurling
instant of Omnipresently benevolent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of Immortally ardent love; every unfurling instant
of limitlessly fructifying existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fantastically alleviating poetry; every
unfurling instant of boundlessly splendid existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fabulously effervescent tanginess; every
unfurling instant of spiritually uplifting existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unlimitedly enlightening Sunshine; every
unfurling instant of infallibly luminescent existence,
A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of immaculately godly melody; every unfurling
instant of amiably melanging existence,
Because. And Only Because. A Mother is; has and shall for times immemorial
remain the Greatest Sculptor of every organism on this astoundingly
multiplying Universe; A Mother is the Greatest Artist….
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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In this age of globalization, instant real time media and television, everyone all over the world realizes that high energy usage equates with a high standard of living and wealth.
quote by John Olver
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Crumbling is not an instant's Act
997
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
A fundamental pause
Dilapidation's processes
Are organized Decays.
'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul
A Cuticle of Dust
A Borer in the Axis
An Elemental Rust—
Ruin is formal—Devil's work
Consecutive and slow—
Fail in an instant, no man did
Slipping—is Crash's law.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Yvette In English
He met her in a french cafe
She slipped in sideways like a cat
Sidelong glances
What a wary little stray!
She sticks in his mind like that
Saying, "avez-vous un allumette?"
With her lips wrapped around a cigarette
Yvette in english saying,
"please have this
Little bit of instant bliss."
He's fumbling with her foreign tongue;
Reaching for words and drawing blanks
A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb
In a bistro on the left bank
"if i were a painter," picasso said,
"i'd paint this girl from toe to head!"
Yvette in english saying,
"please have this
Little bit of instant bliss."
Burgundy nocturne tips and spills
They trot along nicely in the spreading stain
New chills, new thrills
For the old uphill battle
How did he wind up here again?
Walking and talking
Touched and scared
Uninsulated wires left bare
Yvette in english going,
"please have this
Little bit of instant bliss."
What blew her like a leaf his way?
(up in the air and down to earth)
First she flusters
Then she frays
So quick to question her own worth
Her cigarette burns her fingertips
As it falls like fireworks she curses it
Then sweetly in english she says,
"please have this,
Little bit of instant bliss."
He sees her turn and walk away
Skittering like a cat on stone--
Her high heels clicking--
What a wary little stray!
She leaves him by the seine alone
With the black water and the amber lights
And the bony bridge between left and right
Yvette in english saying,
"please have this
Little bit of instant bliss.
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Hurting inside me! !
Help me please
Underneath it hurts
Really badly
Taking my breath away
Instant pain
Never easing
Growing every minute
Instant pain
Never stops
Stop before you scar me deep
Inside I'm screaming
Dying helplessly
Every heartbeat causes pain
My very last breath
Easing the pain as I drift
! !
This is one of those acrostic poems!
poem by Becky Ginn
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Aftab - Alphabet poetry
Aftab bought chatter-box Daisy
Elephant fully grown;
Her instant judgement kind-off loud.
Made news.
Oldham papers, Quebec radio,
Soviet television.
Universal view was
X-rated, yobbish,
zealot.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Instant Results
Strength through the world is, justice, truth and weapons.
Truth many times is a bit hard to come by.
Justice...seems to take forever to bring about result.
Now if you looking for immediate effect,
that would be weapons.
Drop a bomb-and you have instant results!
Cut With Weapon
I could see throats are cut with weapon
It may be considered killing as gruesome and wanton
It takes place in day light or in dead silence of night
Where it results from fierce attack or fight
What next when moment is over or anger dies down
For professional killers it is just a job and reaction unknown
For ordinary person it was rage and crime committed
Feeling is so intense and hence the act is admitted
Such is cruel mentality where people are done to death
Very bad name or shame is brought on the face of earth
The weapons cut deeper into the human body
The souls is gone away and cared by nobody
This is instant action and its result is also instant
But we never intend to do it or simply want
We want that person is removed temporarily from scene
But never want that person is no more seen
Some more lethal weapons are in our armory
Use of sharp words has enough to inflict with sorry
It may burn the person with lots of concern and worry
Day and night he will be engulfed with burdens to carry
The words play havoc with and cause immense damage
It not only spoils the relation but goes out of control to manage
The countries stand at war if customary language is not used
Cordial relation wrack the bond and situation is never defused
Words are sharper than edge of the weapons
Weapon kill a person on the sport wordy war goes on
Person pursues it endlessly for connivance
Use of both is dangerous and must be brought to an end at once
Good smile with use of nice words heal the wounds
No hostility or enmity is seen or ever found
Relation mushrooms as cordiality insists
Peace is apparent and prosperity exists
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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