That was like throwing three pickled onions into a thimble!
quote by Sid Waddell
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If the Memory
If the memory I have of you
Were small enough to fill a thimble
I would fill a thimble,
And keep it in my sight.
But, since the memory I have of you
Is battle-size, I will fill a field
Big enough for armies, and
Listen to their noise.
Should the memory I have of you
Diminish, then, through all my years,
I will find, again, the thimble,
And keep it filled within my sight.
poem by Robert Wylie
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I do not like onions. It's so funny because I am probably one of the least picky eaters ever. Pretty much any type of new food, I'll try it, I'll eat it. But onions, and pork. Pork and onions.
quote by Stacie Orrico
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Age Questions
age questions...
the validity of both journey,
and sacrifice...
but the shadow i've cast
wouldnt even fill a thimble!
my ego rears up in outrage,
swearing at least the thimble
would bear my name....
while my soul walks off laughing in disgust,
at the absurdity of identity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mrs Bryces Onions
mrs bryces onions
Unmentionable as from today
They say, they're turning grey
Once proud shiny roundy
To be foundy in most fertile groundies
Now rotten to the core
Mrs bryces onions are corrupted
DEAD
They are no more!
Withered battered shattered
cheated and defeated
by the flux of ever changing climes
No more the darling of affections
Left off from vegetable selections
In the glitzy superstore
Laid low and easily forgotten
Cos they're stinky black and rotten
Festering within the plot land
Mrs Bryces ONIONS, are no more!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Poetry AWOL
Poetry deserted me
with metaphor and simile.
So the rain fell like.......rain.
And onions were just onions.
No response in Lost and Found.
I miss them now they're not around.
poem by Fiona Lochhead
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5. Rotten Perks
A porkpie and a pickled egg
Left in a buffet car
The porkpie was in plastic wrap
Whilst egg was in a jar
They’d travelled down from London
Today they’d been in York
The egg had drank its vinegar
And pie was lacking pork
Egg nearly sold last Monday
But a diner said it stunk
The waiter threw it back in jar
Where it got a little drunk
Porkpie sat in sunshine
Soaked up the nice hot rays
As furry green things ate his crust
For more than last ten days
Until at last the driver said
Send snack for that’s my perk
He ate the pie and pickled egg
Then took ten weeks off work
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Throwing It All Away
Need I say I love you
Need I say I care
Need I say that emotions,
Something we dont share
I dont want to be sitting here
Trying to deceive you
Cos you know I know baby
That I dont wanna go.
We cannot live together
We cannot live apart
Thats the situation
Ive known it from the start
Every time that I look at you
I can see the future
Cos you know I know babe
That I dont wanna go.
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Is there nothing that I can say
To make you change your mind
I watch the world go round and round
And see mine turning upside down
Youre throwing it all away.
Now who will light up the darkness
Who will hold your hand
Who will find you the answers
When you dont understand
Why should I have to be the one
Who has to convince you
Cos you know I know baby
That I dont wanna go.
Someday youll be sorry
Someday when youre free
Memories will remind you
That our love was meant to be
Late at night when you call my name
The only sound youll hear
Is the sound of your voice calling
Calling after me.
Just throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Theres nothing I can say
Were throwing it all away
Yes were throwing it all away...
song performed by by Genesis
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Throwing It All Away
Need I say I love you
Need I say I care
Need I say that emotions,
Something we dont share
I dont want to be sitting here
Trying to deceive you
Cos you know I know baby
That I dont wanna go.
We cannot live together
We cannot live apart
Thats the situation
Ive known it from the start
Every time that I look at you
I can see the future
Cos you know I know babe
That I dont wanna go.
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Is there nothing that I can say
To make you change your mind
I watch the world go round and round
And see mine turning upside down
Youre throwing it all away.
Now who will light up the darkness
Who will hold your hand
Who will find you the answers
When you dont understand
Why should I have to be the one
Who has to convince you
Cos you know I know baby
That I dont wanna go.
Someday youll be sorry
Someday when youre free
Memories will remind you
That our love was meant to be
Late at night when you call my name
The only sound youll hear
Is the sound of your voice calling
Calling after me.
Just throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
Theres nothing I can say
Were throwing it all away
Yes were throwing it all away...
song performed by by Genesis
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The Battle
Dames should be doomed to dungeons
Who masticate raw onions.
She was the cuddly kind of Miss
A man can love to death;
But when I sought to steal a kiss
I wilted from a breath
With onion odour so intense
I lost my loving sense.
Yet she was ever in my thought
Like some exotic flower,
And so a garlic bulb I bought
And chewed it by the hour;
Then when we met I thrilled to see
'Twas she who shrank from me.
So breath to breath we battled there,
To dominate each other;
And though her onions odious were,
My garlic was a smother;
Till loth I said: 'If we would kiss
Let's call an armistice.
'Now we have proved that we are true
To our opinions,
My garlic I'll give up if you
Give up your onions.'
And so next day with honey sips
How sweet her lips!
poem by Robert William Service
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The Thimble Of Life
Our lord passes us a thimble
He says eat drink and be merry.
He now passes us a needle
And says sow me a patchwork-
Quilt, as big as the world…
Let all nations gather under one
Blanket appease; themselves.
With just a basket of gentian flowers
Lying at the foot of that mountain,
Above the clouds - and here
Transcend your thoughts,
Into a teardropp and let those
Salty pure teardrops pool
Into an ocean—in which
A desert brings forth life.
And like a snow flake!
Melting on your brow,
I'll take on the sorrows of the world
And hand you back to your old-life
Less all its transgressions…
Less all its misgiving's…
I'll hand you back the thimble of life.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I used to tell Jackie (Robinson) sometimes when they were throwing at him, 'Jackie, they aren't throwing at you because you are black. They are throwing at you because they don't like you.
quote by Pee Wee Reese
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Market Women’s Cries
APPLES
COME buy my fine wares,
Plums, apples and pears.
A hundred a penny,
In conscience too many:
Come, will you have any?
My children are seven,
I wish them in Heaven;
My husband ’s a sot,
With his pipe and his pot,
Not a farthen will gain them,
And I must maintain them.
ONIONS
Come, follow me by the smell,
Here are delicate onions to sell;
I promise to use you well.
They make the blood warmer,
You’ll feed like a farmer;
For this is every cook’s opinion,
No savoury dish without an onion;
But, lest your kissing should be spoiled,
Your onions must be thoroughly boiled:
Or else you may spare
Your mistress a share,
The secret will never be known:
She cannot discover
The breath of her lover,
But think it as sweet as her own.
HERRINGS
Be not sparing,
Leave off swearing.
Buy my herring
Fresh from Malahide,
Better never was tried.
Come, eat them with pure fresh butter and mustard,
Their bellies are soft, and as white as a custard.
Come, sixpence a dozen, to get me some bread,
Or, like my own herrings, I soon shall be dead.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Where Are We Going?
Restraints were hoisted on at such an early age
Straps were tightened in the class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark
Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform was handed down
Treated like a clown
Where are we going
Where are we going
What are we doing
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
Throwing is away
All that potential
All that potential
Trickling away like that
We will refuse to be your clones or
Work in someones scheme
Let a person find themselves not be part
Of a machine that worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
A day will come when everyone will have
Their due respect
Hate will no longer be a twisted form of love
Where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
Tell me where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Sometimes
Sometimes,
The onions
Come to my rescue.
Sometimes, the
Choking on the food.
Sometimes, the smoke
From the firewood.
The tears in my eyes
Just wouldn’t stop
And I know the reason
Why.
But have to hide them
From my children.
If they ask me why,
I can’t tell them why.
Sometimes, hiding
Doesn’t work.
So if they see it,
They wonder why…
Then I tell them
Stories of how
Invisible particles
Prick my eyes.
So now, they just guess
It could be the onions,
The smoke, the particles
Or the choking that plagues
Mummy sometimes,
Don’t know why…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Religion is pickled God.
quote by H.G. Wells
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Throwing Fire At The Sun
I think of venus sinking down into the sea.
And what it is to be alone and have nothing.
I dont know why you want to leave this space between.
Is it easier to be alone and have nothing ? .
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
I put my hands up, lay my weapons down.
I know that I was stupid, I was wrong.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
If I listen theres something deeper that speaks.
If we reach out maybe we could make a little peace.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Remember stealing oranges and how they bled.
And youre the one who showed me how to touch myself.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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If you want to eat pickled herring, think about the thirst you will have.
Onions And Ginger
I am on it!
I am sitting on it;
But, use onions and ginger to prepare my food,
For, i am still searching for the letters.
Across the skies!
Across the waters,
Across, the seas,
And across tha land;
But, i am still searching for the letters,
So, use onions and ginger to prepare my food.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You know, it's a different deal - throwing a football as opposed to throwing a baseball.
quote by Drew Bledsoe
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What a folly to dread the thought of throwing away life at once, and yet have no regard to throwing it away by parcels and piecemeal.