Every few thousand years some shepard inhales smoke from a burning bush and has a vision or eats moldy rye bread in a cave and sees God.
quote by Kerry Thornley
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D12
i agree
that if from the moldy
bread they
produce penicillin
what more from
'out of you '
can they bring?
you are not
the moldy bread
i supposed
i wish i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Noel Who Has George Bush Senior As His Hero
He say George Bush his hero but with him I don't agree
For George Bush bombers killed thousands just to set Kuwait free
And Saddam been defeated and two Countries been destroyed
And George Bush and John Major in allied victory take pride.
Noel say that I'm for Saddam but he has got it wrong
For on side of one who kill and maim I don't feel I belong
And Hussein is a killer and all who kill are bad
And George Bush just as bad as him which makes it all more sad.
Two hundred thousand Iraqis in Kuwait desert died
And the sands of Kuwait desert the shame of George Bush hide
And the Kuwait oil wells burning and blood's been shed for oil
And Kuwait now free Country but was it all worth while? .
And the sky o'er Kuwait desert from smoke as black as coal
And George Bush, Noel Johnson's hero, you can have your hero Noel
You applaud the allied bombers and condemn the I.R.A.
But they all throw bombs on people though you don't see it that way.
He say George Bush is his hero, George Bush who felt no shame
In murdering Iraqi people just to earn himself a name,
George Bush who bombed and murdered just to prove his country great
And whose crimes and shame lay covered by the white sands of Kuwait.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lonely And Burning
Confused I awake on a sinking ship
Theres no easy way, Im learning it the hard way
Like some ridiculous child on an empty cruise
Only horizon ready to be swallowed
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, i'm not alright
Confused I awake in a burning house
Its no accident, theyve put me here on purpose
The smoke is ready to put, put his hands on my throat
No need for help, Im already burning
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, i'm not alright
Truth, I live in an empty world
With me to rely on, with me I can turn to
Dare you to accompany me to the fields of heavens eternity?
Loneliness eats me away
Digested to the bone I feel empty inside
The odds are against me, its not ok, im not alright
Im already burning
song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse
The city mouse lives in a house; -
The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.
The city mouse eats bread and cheese; -
The garden mouse eats what he can;
We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,
Poor little timid furry man.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Rust eats iron
Rust eats iron.
Separation from wife
eats husband
Contempt by kith and kins
And serving evil master
Eats body by burning silently
Corroding heart and soul body
from within.
Rust eats iron.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It's a Tim sandwich. The meat is fresh, but the bread is moldy.
quote by Daniel Craig
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It is strange! The ox eats hay and the dog eats bread, while the donkey carries wine but drinks water.
23 (skidoo)
Moldy grows the fig.
I will eat it anyway,
the moldy old fig.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Bad Day
burnt toasted
bread
beside a
moldy
marmalade
bland coffee
and bad news
on tv
welcome
a world in recession.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thousand Human Eyes
Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies
Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies
Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise
Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise
Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez
Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Bury Me In A Scrap Yard
I’ve been a truck driver all my life,
and when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go.
I am used to the diesel smoke
and burning rubber,
just bury me with the old wrecks
and no one will notice me there.
I’ve spent a lifetime on the road
with squealing brakes, burning rubber
and diesel smoke choking my throat.
I’ve driven my old truck
a thousand miles or more
and then back home again.
Therefore, when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go
and if you want to give me a marker
put a detour sign over my head.
I’ve seen loads of them
wherever I had to go,
so when I go to the Lord,
bury my earthy remains
underneath a scrap yard
where all the old trucks go
as I will be at home there
with diesel smoke and burning rubber.
poem by David Harris
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Average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical awareness, inhales without awareness of odour or fragrance, and talks without thinking.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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O Do Not Forsake Me (Demo)
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure you think that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do you know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where
I go to defent misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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O, Do Not Forsake Me
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, you think thats old
One thousand years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour Im talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, Id say thats old
One thousand years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends
Well be one thousand years old
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Years are magnifying Glass
the years are
magnifying glass
throw the years
talents, throw
the years paintings
poems, written works
a van gogh, an emily,
a leonardo, a cave painting
the most unknown works
the years would come back
with a vision whether the works
are of class, taste and great
to hold onto for posterity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Reflections-8
1) Fire
Friction-ignition
Invoked Agni Generates
Operates, Destroys
2) Flame
In degrees rises
Flares, burns, brightens best boosted
Eats to smoke greedy
3) Lamp
Man's first call on God
Lit myriad shaped, coloured
Symbol of vision
poem by Indira Renganathan
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What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?
quote by Desiderius Erasmus
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Burn
And when the light shines in does it mean I'm willing to see what makes me so ugly
And when the light shines in will I be ready to know which path is worth walking
You know I'll wait a thousand years to taste your skin again
I can't find any protection from your burning sun
Don't let me burn
I can't find any protection from your burning love
Don't watch me burn
And when the yearning comes will I be able to rise up over my weakness
And with the damage done will I be ready to face whatever you say
You know I'll wait a thousand years to taste your skin again
Chorus
Don't let it begin
Don't let it start over again now
Start this over
Chorus
I know you can walk away from all this anytime
I can't find any protection from your burning sun
song performed by by Year Of The Rabbit
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The Beggar’s Quatrain
Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind,
But one weak child to guide his vision dim.
The hand which dealt him bread, in pity kind--
He'll never see; God sees it, though, for him.
poem by Victor Hugo
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Emotional Food Chain
Anger eats Balanced
Balanced eats Confusion
Confusion eats Delight
Delight eats Exasperation
Exasperation eats Forgiveness
Forgiveness eats Grief
Grief eats Humor
Humor eats Isolation
Isolation eats Joy
Joy eats Knottiness
Knottiness eats Love
Love eats Moodiness
Moodiness eats Nicety
Nicety eats Outrage
Outrage eats Peace
Peace eats Quick-temperament
Quick-temperament eats Righteousness
Righteousness eats Stupidity
Stupidity eats Trust
Trust eats Unhappiness
Unhappiness eats Vitality
Vitality eats Weariness
Weariness eats X-citement
X-citement eats Yawn
Yawn eats Zest
Zest eats Anger
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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