To me, it's always a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand,' you can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Big End
Crawling in my house
Every sunny day
They are as quiet as a mouse
As they crawl down the bay
They walk in a straight line
Just like an enormous train
It contains ants more than nine
But this train has a big brain
Carrying food on their back
All kind of glorious food
To carry them they don't need sacks
They eat food bad and good
They walk barefoot on sand
And turn if there is a bend
Then I squished them with my hand
And that is their big end.
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Three Graves
Early in the morn, into the ooze
There lay three sacks;
All tied tight with thin cords of polythene.
The sacks were muddy, blood seeped out
Through the fiber of jute.
Around them were pools of blood,
Mingling into the oozy contents,
The men, women and children went
And came by unheeded as nothing happened.
At last men of law came in uniforms
In haste with a hooting ambulance,
And they loaded the stained sacks,
Rushed towards the police station,
And placed them into a room in the basement.
The sacks contained mutilated bodies,
Minced hands and heads, brains and bellies,
Of a sister and two brothers, they were murdered
For no guilt but for being innocent.
No one claimed them their own,
And they buried them as heirless,
Into the remote graveyard of municipality.
No one is to attend their graves
Now they sleep side by side uninterrupted,
When the sun shines their white epitaphs
Shine too with the inscriptions,
‘Unity, Faith and Discipline: ’ the divine principles.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Berry Picking
Berry picking back of the island,
Hiked a mile through the woods
Came upon the bright red berries
Glazed purple in the morning sun
We got down on our knees and picked everyone
The October sun shining down
Wild cranberries by the sea is a spectacular sight to see
Time out for lunch, we sat on a log
Surrounded by grasses, reed, and bog
Food tasted delightful out of doors
We savoured every bite
A gray jay in flight decided to join us for awhile
The uninvited guess indulged in the very best
We chatted for awhile of ordinary things
What the weather will bring
Cooking onion rings
Before going back to fill our sacks
The hours flew by
The October sun was fading from the sky
With red stained fingers and bruised knees,
We slung our sacks over our backs
Stumbled our way back
Homeward bound with our bounty in our flour sacks
poem by Verna Ralph
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President Mubarak Rocks Egypt
President Mubarak rocks Egypt
with denial of go freedom song
practices power moves to string
an Egyptian protest public along.
Mubarak appoints a vice president
big name while singing should I go
I am in trouble, if I stay this trouble,
protest will double double double.
Mubarak sacks his government.
Mubarak sacks all his ministers.
But why does Mubarak not know?
Egyptian people scream in hate go!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Better Idea
He hung the moon
Raised the sun
Made the lions walk
And the rivers run
Then he sat down, looked around
And thought a bit
Said, its all good but that aint quite it
So with his mighty hand he created man
And then
Chorus
He had a better idea
A much better idea
He made an angel like sweet perfume
A heavenly smile, someone who
Can light up a room with a heart so true
I thank God he created me
But when I look at you I see
He had a better idea
Thought Id have to face
This world alone
Just walk through life
Without a hand to hold
And I accepted that
I said in fact it might be nice
To live my way
Now thats paradise
Be he knew all along
I was wrong
Repeat chorus (2x)
He had a better idea
God had a better idea
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Who to Exorcise the Spirit in him?
Friends avoid him as he waves corrupt wands.
The media slight him for his thirsty hands.
He is of a greed-stung tribe
who carry sacks for the bribe.
A tale could be couched knitting all his strands.
Exorcising the ghost in him can't be nipped
and licking of bribes by the laws can't be ripped.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Town Karnteel
The Town Karnteel--! It's who'll reveal
Its praises jushtifiable?
For who can sing av anything
So lovely and reliable?
Whin Summer, Spring, or Winter lies
From Malin's Head to Tipperary,
There's no such town for interprise
Bechuxt Youghal and Londonderry!
There's not its likes in Ireland--
For twic't the week, be gorries!
They're playing jigs upon the band,
And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and--
And racing, wid wheelborries!
Kanteel-- it's there, like any fair,
The purty gurrls is plinty, sure--!
And man-alive! At forty-five
The leg's av me air twinty, sure!
I lave me cares, and hoein' too,
Behint me, as is sinsible,
And it's Karnteel I'm goin' to,
To cilebrate in principle!
For there's the town av all the land!
And twic't the week, be-gorries!
They're playing jigs upon the band,
And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and--
And racing, wid wheelborries!
And whilst I feel for owld Karnteel
That I've no phrases glorious,
It stands above the need av love
That boasts in voice uproarious--!
Lave that for Cork, and Dublin too,
And Armagh and Killarney thin--,
And Karnteel won't be troublin' you
Wid any jilous blarney, thin!
For there's the town av all the land
Where twic't the week, be-gorries!
They're playing jigs upon the band,
And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and--
And racing, wid wheelborries!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The best of the mill is that the sacks can't speak.
When the millers are making an uproar, do you tie up your sacks.
The best parents are both purses for money and sacks for the corn.
He who sacks his wife because she eats a lot will end up marrying a cannibal.
If a chairman sacks the manager he initially appointed, he should go as well.
quote by Brian Clough
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Red Velvet Sacks And Elephants
Troubled times are here
Pagan Min is King,
he's a tyrant and insane,
and capable of anything.
He fears losing his crown,
so he's killing all his kin.
Assassin's are his only friends
and they murder for him.
In red velvet sacks,
the royal family were tied
for elephants to trample them
until no one cried.
This cardinal sin against Buddha
did his insanity no good.
So the assassins were executed
for spilling their blood.
He was haunted by the dead,
who at night arose,
which worsened his insanity
so he was deposed.
His brother Mindon who fled Burma
lived across the border in Siam,
as a guest of King Nang Klao,
and later Mongkut, a religious man.
Mongkut of Siam and Mindon of Burma,
Kings and good friends they became.
Mindon brought wealth and prosperity to Burma,
but hindered Britain throughout his reign.
However, the fortunes of this country
were seized by the next tyrant king.
Prince Theebaw's seizure of the thrown
led to more velvet sacks and killing.
He and his wife's greed for territory and slaves
caused the British to declare war.
Many soldiers were killed by jungle fever,
however, the deposed king ruled no more.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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No One Can Know Where A Poem Comes From
NO ONE CAN KNOW WHERE A POEM COMES FROM
(After reading an essay by Rabbi Jonathan Sacks)
No one can know where a poem comes from
But like all we do in some deep and true way
Behind us there is a hint of God’s help
And this help is what sustains us
And makes us know
We are not forever alone
But always with us
The guardian angel
The single voice
The Great and Good
Loving God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Values are tapes we play on the Walkman of the mind any tune we choose so long as it does not disturb others.
quote by Johathan Sacks
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I guess I'm not that aware of such a big fan base. I have a few core people who write me no matter what I'm doing, but I hardly have sacks of mail being dropped on my door!
quote by Julie Bowen
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The Evaporating Sea
Another day finding out the tricks of angels:
My muse’s daughter is almost three:
Maybe she is almost my daughter too- as the trucks
Are loaded and loaded underneath the
Parapets of angels,
And the sacks of heavenly apples are loaded upon
The backs of stalwart ponies to be
Taken to other kingdoms across the blue and
Yellow mountains-
Along their way, the grizzly bears will pet them,
And the golden monkeys will pull on their
Reigns:
And when she gets up tomorrow, my muse will
See all of the bottles I have emptied to carry these
Messages to her
To be thrown in the evaporating sea.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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