In our short walks we passed the kitchen where food was prepared for the nurses and doctors. There we got glimpses of melons and grapes and all kinds of fruits, beautiful white bread and nice meats, and the hungry feeling would be increased tenfold.
quote by Nellie Bly
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Nice
There is nothing better than being with you,
And I'm feeling so Nice!
Verse 1
Take the beautiful sting of a scorpio,
A careless smile and it begins to snow,
And it hurts me to think that you might never know,
That I've got this thing about you,
In case you don't understand,
There's something else I meant to tell you!
Chorus
There is nothing better than being with you,
And I'm feeling so Nice!
There is nowhere better than here with you,
And it's feeling so Nice!
Verse 2
Staying up with the moon,
And walking home in the rain,
Mixed with your perfume and never twice the same,
I got a lot to lose but everything to gain,
When I really think about it You haven't got a clue,
It's all that I can do to hide it!
Chorus
There is nothing better than being with you,
And I'm feeling so Nice!
There is nowhere better than here with you,
And it's feeling so Nice!
Verse 3
Did I already say?
Because you make me forget,
I might as well be brave and tell you,
And it hurts me to think that you might never know,
Will it hurt as much being true?
I might as well be brave and tell you!
Chorus
There is nothing better than being with you,
And I'm feeling so Nice!
There is nowhere better than here with you,
And it's feeling so Nice!
There is nothing better than being with you,
And I'm feeling so Nice!
There is nowhere better than here with you,
And it's feeling so Nice!
Yeah i'm feeling,
And it's feeling So nice!
song performed by by Duran Duran
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042211I please try it
i box food i wasn't able to eat
which i usually throw it away
after watching documentaries
in far away land where food
is scarce that sometimes
riots occur just for buying
situation; sometimes i forget
in my fridge and i feel guilty
i write date on it; sometimes
i color code those boxes
most are meats and fruits
please try it, conserve food
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Only one fruit
Fruits is
Not fast food...
Fruits is
Not...
Junk food...
Fruits is
Not...
Bad food...
Fruits is
Natural food...
Not waste
At home eat
Every day
Atleast one fruit...
With your taste...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Autumn
Autumn is a beautiful season
Summer ending Winter ahead
a slight chill in the air
beautiful leaves of Gold and Red.
Animals busy gathering food
some ready to hibernate
Squirrels rushing about
others looking for a mate.
Home made bread and soups
collecting wood for Bonfire Night
kids knocking doors for trick or treat
dressed to scare dressed to fright.
Going for walks in the Woods
Blackberries picked nice and sweet
going back to a nice hot meal
time to rest the tired feet.
Autumn is a beautiful season
it isn't dull or boring and Grey
the night may come in a bit early
so make the best of the day!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Look Not For Me
Look not for me
In the kitchen
There isn’t no food for me
Unless in an apron
Cooking for the madam
Food, I can’t dare taste
Look not for me
In the garden
There isn’t any land for me
Unless harvesting
Fruits for the farmer
Fruits I can’t dare bite
Look for me on the long queue
Heeding the ballot booth
Amidst no shelter and food
Yet casting my vote
To an unknown patron
Who I’ll soon betray my trust
Look for me
In the dusty roads of Madombicha
And the shacks of Mabocha
Look for me in the pit of poverty
Despite my vote
Look for my black face
poem by Swabi Mnisi
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Meet the hunter.
Meet the hunter.
Oh, the day past and the sun disappear,
Night come and is time to put on the mask,
Hunger and ready to go hunting,
Hungry for meats and sausages,
Any catch both would be nice,
Boys and girls make the best to impress.
Holy showing legs and chest;
In this tiger den, with all hungry meats eater!
Hunting for a big fatty meat!
Who know the hunter will be hunts?
Let see who play the game smarter?
Dress in suit and tie, who know empty pocket or full?
Stand up front, the look can easily past everyone eyes.
If lucky you got a free drink, mostly you digs on your own pocket,
Be real stranger to stranger, buy you drinks?
In this western den, buy your own sweetie.
You think, you wise, really a fool!
Everyone out smart one another,
and nobody is a fool.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Sonnet: Our Institution- a Poet’s Desire
How nice if this place wonderful could turn,
Into a haven and Heaven to all!
Its employees in unison could call,
‘We will toil, ’ ‘the mid-night oil, we will burn! ’
How nice if people give up corruption,
At every level in the family;
And work better with greater harmony,
Forget the past; have rededication.
How nice if management should realize
Staff, students, patients’ welfare- it’s secret;
That, doctors, nurses are not as bad as yet,
There’s still hope but ’tis not a game of dice.
Let bad influences vanish from the scene,
And Labor/ Love/ Justice be our new Dean!
poem by John Celes
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Magnificent Bread
The bread stales forcing us to eat something else,
Food will be consumed for our heaven is near.
Describe my illness for all to hear,
I place into categories the engineers and doctors
Who are youths and our elders,
Forcing behaviour from bread and other ingredients;
Then they force the enforcers, the Law, to listen
To their dietary laws and want them to listen.
I formed bubbles of splendour watching them,
From my bathtub, in and out I climbed.
The bread will be consumed,
The bread is magnificent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Painted Ceiling
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house
With a great many windows and doors,
There are stairs that go up, and stairs that go down,
And such beautiful, slippery floors.
But of all of the rooms, even mother's and mine,
And the bookroom, and parlour and all,
I like the green dining-room so much the best
Because of its ceiling and wall.
Right over your head is a funny round hole
With apples and pears falling through;
There's a big bunch of grapes all purply and sweet,
And melons and pineapples too.
They tumble and tumble, but never come down
Though I've stood underneath a long while
With my mouth open wide, for I always have hoped
Just a cherry would drop from the pile.
No matter how early I run there to look
It has always begun to fall through;
And one night when at bedtime I crept in to see,
It was falling by candle-light too.
I am sure they are magical fruits, and each one
Makes you hear things, or see things, or go
Forever invisible; but it's no use,
And of course I shall just never know.
For the ladder's too heavy to lift, and the chairs
Are not nearly so tall as I need.
I've given up hope, and I feel I shall die
Without having accomplished the deed.
It's a little bit sad, when you seem very near
To adventures and things of that sort,
Which nearly begin, and then don't; and you know
It is only because you are short.
poem by Amy Lowell
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Come On Be Brave! ' (By My Great Niece Kitty Cotton 11 yrs)
Doctors rushing everywhere,
Up and down the aisles,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Are there any rooms to spare! ’
The parents would say.
Nurses rushing everywhere,
In and out of rooms,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Don’t worry, all our nurses care! ’
The chief doctor would say
Into the staff rooms,
Into the offices,
Doctors crying, panicking
‘Oh come on be brave, it’ll all be over soon! ’
© Kitty Cotton
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Woes
You are thirsty but you can't drink water,
You are hungry but you can't eat food,
Of the horses prepared for the battle!
Like Apollyon, the angel of the bottomless pit.
One woe is past but behold!
There are two more woes after this;
Like the torment of a scorpion when it strikes.
You are thirsty but you can't drink water,
You are hungry but you can't eat food,
And life is all about us on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Blessing
THE MASTER He was hungry:
‘Shall we not dine,’ said He,
‘On the good fruit amongst the leaves
Of this delightful tree?’
But oh! the fig-tree bore no fruit.
‘Wither,’ He bade it, ‘to the root,
For thus deceiving me.’
The Master He was hungry.
He plucked the grains so red
Of wheat that grew beside the way,
And He was bravely fed.
‘For this,’ He said, ‘I guerdon thee,
Through all the years, a type to be
Of Christ, the Living Bread.’
The Master He was thirsty.
He raised His hand on high,
And crushed the good red grapes that grew
The nearest to the sky.
‘And as thou gavest me drink of thine,
So must I pour my blood, O Vine,
When I for man shall die.’
The Master He was passing
From men He held so dear.
The feast with bread and wine was made;
The Friday Cross was near.
‘Droop not!’ He spoke, and blessed their food:
‘The broken Body and the Blood
Sustain you year by year.’
And corn and wine thenceforth have stood
His symbols everywhere.
poem by Mary Colborne-Veel
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I feel like something
I feel like something, what shall I buy?
I really very hungry, if I don't eat I will cry,
What about a toasted sandwich with ham,
Or just buy bread, and get a tin of spam.
I feel like something nice to eat,
Such as a bowl of strawberries as a sweet;
Then what about putting a banana in too,
No, I'll buy some fruit, and eat around two.
I'm feeling like a lovely cool drink to get,
But the price to pay makes one upset;
So go home and make a drink of hot tea,
Herbal tea is even better, that'll help me.
I'm longing to buy a box of chockies, to enjoy,
But when I see my waist, my size it'll annoy;
I don't want to put on weight, so I'll go without,
Wait till I see a friend, and a gift I'll shout.
If you ever go shopping, eat before you go,
You won't buy food you dont need, you'll say no;
Too you'll keep energetic, and healthy as well,
People know you're careful, and thrifty, they can tell.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Doctor and Tools
Doctors need tools and changes,
To fight diseases and find the cures
Of a single life-time, of degrees that
Hide us and defend the body of humans.
Under the sky is a region in space
That presently does not cancel life
For planes are the gift of our day
And nights will expire, for ever.
Doctoring people will change operations
Into mad discussions of mild nature,
For the interviewing will be in progress,
Will change danger, like danger of death.
Many sides to the discussion, many to hide
As nurses are nurses, and doctors are right.
We change the doctor and you amaze the nurse,
When care has been commended to the ill.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 45
Whose bread is not eaten by others while he is alive, he will not be remembered when he is dead. A widow knows the delight of grapes and not the lord of fruits. Joseph the just, salutation to him, never ate to satiety in the Egyptian dearth for fear he might forget the hungry people.
How can he who lives in comfort and abundance
Know what the state of the famished is?
He is aware of the condition of the poor
Who has himself fallen into a state of distress.
O thou who art riding a fleet horse, consider
That the poor thorn-carrying ass is in water and mud.
Ask not for fire from thy poor neighbour’s house
Because what passes out of his window is the smoke of his heart.
Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Only Poem Of a Hungry Man
THE ONLY POEM OF A HUNGRY MAN
The only Poem of a hungry Man
Is Food.
Even our words
Need to be sustained
By what Earth and its cultivators give
No Bread No Iambs either.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Mom, I'm Hungry
A funny in my tummy
I want to eat something yummy
I grabbed the phone to call my mommy
And told her, 'mom, I am hungry'
When my mom came home she baked me a cake
I munched and I crunched the cake she had baked
After a while my stomach had growl
The word mommy I just howl
My mom came as quickly as she could
And gave me snacks that looked so good
She gave fruits that looked so nice
And a glass of water she filled with ice
After I ate
My stomach had ache
I never knew I ate so many
I'll never eat food so plenty
I always say 'Mom, I'm hungry' at our house or even outside. I made this when I was in the 6th grade.
PS: This poem is not a true story =)
poem by Geneen Meyers
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The Poor
Out of the farm came the harvest,
And out of the kitchen came the food well prepared;
Then it was set on the table for you to eat,
But do think about the poor when you do have enough.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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