Pigs prefer to wallow in clean mud, but if nothing else is available, they will frequently wallow in their own urine, giving rise to the notion that they are dirty animals.
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Wallowings
I am in the Wallowing-
there I find my best and worse.
Pity-Wallow is where I focus
all on my self and go inward
for long moments of pity-filled indulgence of self.
Sorrow-Wallow allows me to grieve
on my own terms, yet not really suffer
too much.
Wallow-Defeats are my best
and where I re-learn over and over again
not to regret.
Good Wallow where I learn lessons
over and over again-
Down is the best way Up;
Out is the best way Back:
Wallow-Defeat is the path to Happiness-
if you Wallow quietly and accept
that a Good Wallow is where you
plan for the Wallow-Through
not stop and rest amid your Wallowings.
As my Mother used to say:
'Cry and Wallow that's ok
but use the time to plan to get
back on your feet again.'
A good Wallow is a terrible thing to waste.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Kelle
Wantonness,
To wallow again in the mine;
And like a dog that returns to its own vomit.
Wallow, callow, fallow, hallow, mallow, sallow, tallow;
I am Kelle in the land of your muse,
But do remember to keep the black pot always clean.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dog Day Afternoon
Humorous
Dog Day Afternoon
Opus 30
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
fog,
dog,
log,
hollow!
crawl,
small,
call,
meddle!
stuck,
luck,
muck,
wheedle!
smell,
yelp!
help!
needing!
wet,
set,
fret,
pleading!
me,
plea,
see,
freedom!
dog,
hog,
wog,
wallow!
Not again! ! Dedicated to all great dogs!
Steven B. Taylor
August 13,1997
poem by Steven B. Taylor
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~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
~ In Euphonic Yo-Yo ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
21 September 2010
Sorrows are hollow
Why mop n’ swallow
Why yell ouch ow?
Erase n’ eschew
Muffle fuddle foe woe
Low n’ lull all low
Sow n’ souse marrow.
In Euphonic Yo-Yo
Explore inner éclat El Dorado
Immix in melody mellow
Gleam n’ glow n’ wallow
In bedecked minstrel Yoo Hoo
Dance douse with Divine Billow.
Zoom n’ yep n’ uh-huh with ~
Ooh Yo!
Wreath Wow! !
Ye Jane Joe! ! !
==
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express.:
[1] Marrow ~ Most vital part of some idea..
[2] Wallow [Verb] ~ Be ecstatic with joy.
[3] Yoo Hoo ~ Gain someone's attention.
[4] Ooh [Verb] ~ Express admiration and pleasure.
[5] Yo ~. An informal address to one whose name is not known to another [Hi, Hey]
~~~
Copyright reserved by author
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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When the Shit Goes Down
Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat
rollin around nine deuce cadillac
still got my homies to watch my back
and they'll smoke ya ass if ya wanna come chat
thats why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin they follow
a hollow point shell's hard ta swallow
why wallow when ya come ta roll on i put tha clip an dust
bring ya ass on
song performed by by Cypress Hill from Black Sunday
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What We Both Need
You anger me when I see you in despair.
Because I know that is not where you wish to be.
You have the tools to lift yourself up.
But somehow you have chosen,
To be there to wallow...
And I wont allow myself to see you like this.
Remember when you said to me,
I alone can change my own destiny!
That I chose to sit,
With burdens and grief.
And if I didn't tell them to leave me...
I would struggle to stand.
And I welcomed my own defeat.
Look at you,
Rehearsing your pain and sorrow.
Do you need a swift kick,
To knock you into tomorrow.
Or should we trade tears...
To barter back and forth?
Or should we wait together,
For agony from others to borrow?
You anger me when I see you in despair.
Because I know that is not where you wish to be.
You have the tools to lift yourself up.
But somehow you have chosen,
To be there to wallow...
And I wont allow myself to see you like this.
And yet,
I can't leave you alone.
Come here...
Let me hold you.
Perhaps this is what we both need!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Have That Third Eye? ....
perhaps i have a third eye.
perhaps, because i cannot see this eye
perhaps, because this eye sees for me and it sees my
two other eyes, it swears,
perhaps, i must be gifted having this third eye,
seeing what happens next, and giving me the
details, and literally, giving me the shivers,
someone dies in an accident, someone's
decapitating someone,
another one hangs himself, the other one weeps
someone jumps ship and leaves no note on the
board,
on the other side of the view, at the left portion of
this eyesight, someone delivers a baby and
sleeps, someone watches and cries, tears of joy,
i must know, someone dives in the pool at noon,
and refreshes oneself, looking at the trees beside,
sometimes, time stands still, and the white butterfly
freezes,
for one thing, this third eye does not have a mouth
and does not warn me if i get crazy over nothing.
yes, i fall, and sometimes, i do not rise, i wallow in mud
and sometimes, i just lay hopeless in there, as they see it
i am the most lousy buffalo in town, and the third eye
sees this, but it has no comment, neither does it smile or
frown.
the muted truth, that is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nasty Bath Room
The bustand
Bath room
Was not for
Clean...
Urine sumeel
Cut the nose...
Some budy pass
Urine...
No for water
But
Colected money
For indian rupees
Onr for urine pass...
Rupees two for
Motion pass...
I was give
One rupee
I went the
Bustand bath room...
Not passed
The urine...
Urine was my self
Very urgent...
But i did not pass urine;
I was pay the one rupee
For indian money
Nasty bath room...
You also go and see
The bustand that bath room
Very care full...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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In the Tavernas
I wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.
I didn't want to stay
in Alexandria. Tamides left me;
he went off with the Prefect's son to earn himself
a villa on the Nile, a mansion in the city.
It wouldn't have been right for me to stay in Alexandria.
I wallow in the tavernas and brothels of Beirut.
I live a vile life, devoted to cheap debauchery.
The one thing that saves me,
like durable beauty, like perfume
that goes on clinging to my flesh, is this: Tamides,
most exquisite of young men, was mine for two years,
and mine not for a house or a villa on the Nile.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Dirty Jim
THERE was one little Jim,
'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face.
His friends were much hurt
To see so much dirt,
And often they made him quite clean;
But all was in vain,
He got dirty again,
And not at all fit to be seen.
It gave him no pain
To hear them complain,
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey:
His indolent mind
No pleasure could find
In tidy and wholesome array.
The idle and bad,
Like this little lad,
May love dirty ways, to be sure;
But good boys are seen
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.
poem by Ann Taylor
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Avenue Of Hope
Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
and days, stretch out, beneath the sun
No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one lives, so no-one cries
and we wait to see just what we will become
Don't let me falter, don't let me ride
Don't let the earth in me subside
Let me see just who I will become
You're like the clouds in my home town
You just grow fat and hang around
and you're days stretch out beneath the sun
and you don't live, you don't die, you don't love so you don't cry
and we wait, to see just what we will become
Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring
Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing
Let me see just who I will becomee
Don't let me falter, don't let me hide
Don't let someone else decide
Just who or what I will become
Don't let them borrow, don't let them bring
Don't let them wallow, don't make them sing
Let them stretch out beneath the sun
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Dirty Jim
THERE was one little Jim,
'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was seen
With hands at all clean,
Nor yet ever clean was his face. . . .
His friends were much hurt
To see so much dirt,
And often they made him quite clean;
But all was in vain,
He got dirty again,
And not at all fit to be seen.
It gave him no pain
To hear them complain,
Nor his own dirty clothes to survey:
His indolent mind
No pleasure could find
In tidy and wholesome array.
The idle and bad,
Like this little lad,
May love dirty ways, to be sure;
But good boys are seen
To be decent and clean,
Although they are ever so poor.
poem by Jane Taylor
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Light My Fire
(Jim Morrison, John Densmore, Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger)
You know that it would be untrue
You know that it would be lie
If i was to say to you
Girl we couldn't get much higher
The time to hesitate is true
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love becomes a funeral fire
The time to hesitate is true
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love becomes a funeral fire
[Chorus:]
Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is true
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love becomes a funeral fire
[Chorus]
You know that it would be untrue
You know that it would be a lie
If i was to say to you
Girl we couldn't get much higher
[Chorus]
song performed by by Ub40
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Those Happy Bees
they wallow in the
sweetness of their
own honey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Song Of The Allies
We are the Allies of God to-day,
And the width of the earth is our right of way.
Let no man question or ask us why,
As we speed to answer a wild world cry;
Let no man hinder or ask us where,
As out over water and land we fare;
For whether we hurry, or whether we wait,
We follow the finger of guiding fate.
We are the Allies. We differ in faith,
But are one in our courage at thought of death.
Many and varied the tongues we speak,
But one and the same is the goal we seek.
And the goal we seek is not power or place,
But the peace of the world, and the good of the race.
And little matters the colour of skin,
When each heart under it beats to win.
We are the Allies; we fight or fly,
We wallow in trenches like pigs in a sty,
We dive under water to foil a foe,
We wait in quarters, or rise and go.
And staying or going, or near or far,
One thought is ever our guiding star:
We are the Allies of God to-day,
We are the Allies-make way! make way!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Denver Terrorists
Fishing with a rats head
heard the pigs are biting tonight
no need to chum
these animals leave there own foul stench
they will come right to the boat
and dirty or not
aint tossing these bastereds back
poem by Vincent Armone
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There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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Look Before You Leap
I got so wrapped up and locked into perfection.
Thinking I should be...
Someone other than me.
And then this hit me up 'side my head...
It was something that you said,
That put a mental hurtin' on me to sting!
'You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.
You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.'
I got so wrapped up and locked into perfection.
Thinking I should be...
Someone other than me.
And then this hit me up 'side my head...
It was something that you said,
That put a mental hurtin' on me to sting!
'You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.
You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not the sort to wallow in nostalgia about the good old days.
quote by Kabir Bedi
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Wallow too much in sensitivity and you can't deal with life, or the truth.
quote by Neal Boortz
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