The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty does not change its real value.
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There, there the land of bounty lies
Many fingers point to the land
of bounty.
All feet lead to it.
All hearts cry out
and are satisfied.
All thirst quenched.
All needs catered by the
Owner of the Land of Bounty
He who also owns
the skies and seas.
You are a sad man.
Why?
Why do you always
shy away from the Man of Bounty?
This is something that
I cannot really understand.
Sad man, you must tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Go away little girl
Beautiful girl
You have grown such long hair
Flowing like river
Go away now, follow that river
Find the sea follow your flow
To the vastness of
This bounty
Go away now and be yourself
Beautiful lady, earth’s bounty
You cannot find love in me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love's Bounty
If I had a lifetime's sins
to spend
I would spend them all on you
for your single kiss.
If all my yearnings could be gathered and condensed
I'd place them before you
for a single glance;
and tell you
I want you.
If all time allotted to me on this earth
was a single instant
I'd open-palm offer it to you
and gladly pronounce you
worth it.
If love mine
was all I had
I'd give it
asking nothing in return;
because self-less love
even if unrequited
has no need for recompense
or return;
but love of this kind for you
has already made me
a better person
than I am.
If you too
reach for me
to paint my soul
with the crimson brush
which are you lips,
then I'll be all the more blessed.
If not
this heart will not burst
for Love's True Bounty
gives
Love Immortal
subfussing the soul
which never dies;
A bounty which is the Heart's True Salvation
For that
I thank you
my sweet
my lady.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Let us say cheers! ! !
when we grow grapes,
the bounty is huge,
what else be done,
brew it into wine.
When we grow barley,
the bounty is large,
what else be done,
brew it into beer.
When we grow rice,
the bounty is plenty,
what else be done,
brew it into vodka.
When the clime is extreme,
the fingers are numb,
breathing cold air,
can be hotter,
when you have a peg.
When the clime is extreme,
even the palms sweat,
breathing hottest air,
can be cooled down,
when you drown the chilled beer.
When you have moderate climate,
when you grow nothing in extra,
when you have hungry families,
why the liquor is sold
to the poor peasant?
for the revenue of the government?
Is climate a real reason,
for human to consume alcohol,
an item not food?
social drinkers,
compulsive drinkers,
addicted drinkers,
who ever we are,
we have the reasons,
to justify our actions.
in the name of liberty,
freedom and individuality,
without considering,
the welfare of the fellow human,
who may be strong and weak.
Holding a glass of water,
I say cheers to you, guys,
in the name of liberty,
freedom and individuality,
as I have no backbone,
to tell you not to drink.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Puckering Pickle Parade!
In a place called Pizanna,
Miss Lana-Leeanna
Makes a lip-locking lemonade!
But the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
A tart and tangy tango,
Marsh moon like a mango,
As vinegar vapors invade...
Boy, the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
So befriend and embellish,
Come garnish and relish,
The gherkins of Gooseberry Glade!
It's the pride and pure power,
(The sweet and the sour)
Of the Puckering Pickle Parade!
The Puckering Pickle Parade...
The Puckering Pickle Parade...
Pulp times are had...
Dill friends are made...
At the Puckering Pickle...
Pick three for a nickel...
The Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
When it's one-fourteen in the shade...
Oh the bittersweet bounty
Of Cucumber County
Is the Puckering Pickle Parade! ! !
From the new book 'The Puckering Pickle Parade: And Other Read Aloud Poems4Kids' by Todd St. Pierre
See www.LouisianaBoy.com
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Thunder breaks Silence
as rain blankets the green fields
Earth drinks the bounty
the Bamboo bends with the wind
...swaying, but it does not break.
tanka by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Garden of Choice
Two in the Garden of Eden
who had everything to lose
the bounty of all creation
save one fruit forbidden to choose
Their fates, and our fate as well,
were resting in their own hand
in what splendor would we dwell
had they honored that sole command
Two in the Garden of Eden
each charged with that sacred choice
Either one could have chosen
to disregard the serpent's voice
Yet one, then the other, failed
abdicating Eden for one bite
their naked wickedness unveiled
lost forever Garden's delight
Two in the Garden of Eden
did they think but once or twice
before initiating rejection
of God's bounty beyond price
Two in the Garden of Eden
which one should bear the blame
for being the greater heathen
which one would we dare name
Two in the Garden of Eden
but either one of the two
might have differently chosen
passing blessings as their due
Two of us in that Garden
with same choice to make today
would we not likewise give in
as well throwing all away
Though we do not live in Eden
we inherited much the remain
Do we cherish our earthly garden
or pollute every inch of terrain
We too may opt for an Eden
in our hands we hold Earth's fate
Will we empower serpents again
or tend our garden before too late?
poem by Mary Havran
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HEart EartH
Beautiful is the smile
That catches every glimpse
No wonder its Nature's art
Sign of the Happy Heart
Sweet are the Fruits that trees bear
Green is the Grass, the land may wear
No wonder its Nature's art
Sign of the Happy Earth
Walking the paths of life apace
Trying to make your own space
Fulfilling the dreams that are innate
Heart is where inner feelings originate
Strong, deep roots hold high trees
Grow free and bounty, as One sees
Seasons change and nothing is strange
Everything change and age
What seems truly beautiful
Needs to be beautiful within
What flourshes and nourishes everything
Needs to be flourished and nourished
poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Dr. Flash Hour
Horses from Egypt,
Of the prophecy and the love of your muse;
But the cocoa of Ghana is what you need today,
For i am about to tell you a story on this love!
She went to her own country like the royal bounty,
And the forest of Lebanon was exposed;
But i will present to you meat or vegetables at your request,
For Dr. Flash Hour is here with us tonight.
Dr. Flash Hour,
I am lovely and you've got the night;
And i will spread out my wings of love to learn how to fly away with you,
Because i can't easily forget how you taught me how to ride on the horse of Egypt.
My love is with you but the cocoa of Ghana is what you need on this love,
And i am ever ready to present my love along to satisfy you!
For the your sweet muse is like a country with a royal bounty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Renegade
Osama, be in fear of your life
From the long arm of the law.
Wingman has put an end to your gunnin,
Hes not so far from your home.
The jig is up, the news is out
We finally found you
The renegade who lived in caves
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
Thisll be the end today
Of the wanted man
Osama, youve been years on the lam
And had a high price on your head
Bush-man said get him dead or alive
And its for sure hell see you dead.
Fear, osama, we can hear you cryin,
Youre so scared and all alone
Wingman is comin down from the clouds
And you dont have very long
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found you
The renegade who lived in caves
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judgell have revenge today
On the wanted man
Osama, be in fear for your life
From the long arm of the law
Wingman has put an end to your running
And youre still so far from my home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found you
The renegade who lived in caves
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
Thisll be the end today
Of the wanted man
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To me, all war is failure for humanity, though it often is a bounty for commerce.
quote by Mark Edwards
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That which is given with pride and ostentation is rather an ambition than a bounty.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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I've been cushioned against having to work, with Rocky's continual bounty.
quote by Richard O'Brien
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Bounty always receives part of its value from the manner in which it is bestowed.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Charity
O why your good deeds with such pride do you scan,
And why that self-satisfied smile
At the shilling you gave to the poor working man,
That lifted you over the stile?
'Tis not much; all the bread that can with it be bought,
Will scarce give a morsel to each
Of his eight hungry children;-reflection and thought
Should you more humility teach.
Vainglory's a worm which the very best action
Will taint, and its soundness eat through;
But to give one's self airs for a small benefaction,
Is folly and vanity too.
The money perhaps by your father or mother
Was furnished you but with that view;
If so, you were only the steward of another,
And the praise you usurp is their due.
Perhaps every shilling you give in this way
Is paid back with two by your friends;
Then the bounty you so ostentatious display,
Has little and low selfish ends.
But if every penny you gave were your own,
And giving diminished your purse;
By a child's slender means think how little is done,
And how little for it you're the worse.
You eat, and you drink; when you rise in the morn,
You are clothed; you have health and content;
And you never have known, from the day you were born,
What hunger or nakedness meant.
The most which your bounty from you can subtract
Is an apple, a sweetmeat, a toy;
For so easy a virtue, so trifling an act,
You are paid with an innocent joy.
Give thy bread to the hungry, the thirsty thy cup;
Divide with the afflicted thy lot:
This can only be practised by persons grown up,
Who've possessions which children have not.
Having two cloaks, give one (said our Lord) to the poor;
In such bounty as that lies the trial:
But a child that gives half of its infantile store
Has small praise, because small self-denial.
poem by Charles Lamb
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How well I knew Her not
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How well I knew Her not
Whom not to know has been
A Bounty in prospective, now
Next Door to mine the Pain.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Hymn 43 part 2
The Christian's treasure.
1 Cor. 3:21.
How vast the treasure we possess!
How rich thy bounty, King of grace!
This world is ours, and worlds to come;
Earth is our lodge, and heav'n our home.
All things are ours: the gifts of God;
The purchase of a Savior's blood;
While the good Spirit shows us how
To use, and to improve them too.
If peace and plenty crown my days,
They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise;
If bread of sorrows be my food,
Those sorrows work my lasting good.
I would not change my blest estate
For all the world calls good or great;
And while my faith can keep her hold,
I envy not the sinner's gold.
Father, I wait thy daily will;
Thou shalt divide my portion still;
Grant me on earth what seems thee best,
Till death and heav'n reveal the rest.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Layers of coloured leaf
prepare the Summer's bounty
beyond Winter's grief.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (28 March 2005)
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