I heard my name associated with the Peter Pan syndrome more than once. But really, what's so wrong with Peter Pan? Peter Pan flies. He is a metaphor for dreams and faith.
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The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
Peter pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the vatican what golds for
But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkinhead?
Oh my!
Peter pumpkinhead pulled them all
Emptied churches and shopping malls
Where he spoke, it would raise the roof
Peter pumpkinhead told the truth
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead put to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Plots and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said
Any kind of love is alright
But he made too many enemies...
Peter pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live tv
Hanging there he looked a lot like you
And an awful lot like me!
But he made too many enemies...
Hooray for peter pumpkin
Wholl pray for peter pumpkin
Hooray for peter pumpkinhead
Oh my oh my oh!
Doesnt it make you want to cry oh?
song performed by by Xtc
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St. Peter At The Golden Gate
St. Peter at the Golden Gate
Explained, for me it’s much too late
That Heaven’s gate, without a doubt
Was built right there to keep me out
It’s common knowledge, I’m no Saint
But a real bad guy, I surely ain’t
Heaven knows, I’ve done some wrong
But it doesn’t mean I don’t belong
I know I’m not the most devout
But pray, St. Peter, don’t fence me out
I promise I won’t cause chagrin
To those in Heaven, all fenced in
I’ll run a casino for all to enjoy
I’ll run it as pure as an altar boy
And dear St. Peter, I give you this pledge
At Heaven’s casino, I’ll give you an edge
So you see, St. Peter, Heaven can’t wait
What’s needed in Heaven, is me, your soul mate
Do what you can to unlock the key
So together we’ll be, St. Peter and me…
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Christmas At The Pearly Gates
Three men die on Christmas day
And then arrive at the pearly gates
St Peter starts to turn them away
Since his records say they’re reprobates
But since it was Christmas …well
He might let them in
If they had any symbol
of Christmas with them
The first had an ornament in his pocket
St Peter ushered him in
The second had pine needles on his shirt
St Peter bade him within
The third gentleman with a look of chagrin
Pulled out a pair of panties of green and red
“How do these represent Christmas? ”
Astounded, St Peter said
“Well Pete, I know you are familiar
With beautiful, Christmas carols
And these skimpies might seem to you
Simply as risqué apparel.”
“Well…These are Carol’s, ”
the man said with a grin
Saint Peter rolled his eyes…
And then let him in
poem by David Whalen
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Metaphor
With prose a poetry is as sweet
As Love to air and perfume meet
My second wish came true
My first also was to be with you
As Lovers fall from getting frail
You and I it's true can never fail
We are and never were
Each others splendid metaphor
By Peter Stavropoulos
poem by Peter Stavropoulos
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The Relativity
To leave John and move towards Peter,
I must hate John or love Peter more.
John must ignore, or Peter must lure.
Relations thrive in relativity.
(17.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Long Doze
The Long Doze
God woke up
he had slept since world war one.
He was in good mood
On his desk two stacks of papers
one for the righteous people
one for atheists
He called St. Peter and said:
“Let them all in.”
“Are you sure Peter muttered?
“Peter, just do as I say.”
“I like to see
how happy the good will be”
God giggled
“But, most of all the astonishment
In the faces of non believers. “
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mr. Peter & my sister
Mr. Peter & my sister
This poem goes out to Mr. Peter
Who is a friend of my sister
And blow out my cover
In order to hide
I wrote my name backward
Until…the same day
My sister who is smart like Holmes
And Mr. Peter who is a genius
Discovered my disguise
And ruined my surprise.
July 9,2005
poem by Konjit Berhane
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How we backed the Favourite
'Sure thing,' said the grocer; 'as far as I know, sir,
This horse, Peter Pan, is the safest of certs.'
'I see by the paper,' commanded the draper,
'He's tipped and he carries my whole weight of shirts.'
The butcher said, 'Well, now, it's easy to tell now
There's nothing else in it except Peter Pan.'
And so the baker, the barman, bookmaker,
The old lady char and the saveloy man.
'You stick to my tip, man,' admonished the grip-man,
'Play up Peter Pan; he's a stayer with speed.'
And the newspaper vendor, the ancient road mender,
And even the cop at the corner agreed.
The barber said, 'Win it? There's nothing else in it.
I backed Peter Pan with the last that I had.'
'Too right,' said the liftman. 'The horse is a gift, man.'
The old jobbing gardener said, 'Peter Pan, lad!'
I know nought of racing. The task I was facing,
It filled me with pain and unreasoning dread.
They all seemed so certain. And yet a dark curtain
Of doubt dulled my mind… But I must keep my head!
I went to the races, and I watched all their faces.
I saw Peter Pan's; there was little he lacked.
And as he seemed willing, I planked on my shilling
And triumphed! And that's how the favorite was backed.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Never, Never Land
Peter Pan, that marvelous boy
always young, oh the joy!
Flying and escaping into the air
to a place that's never, never there.
A fantasy world that lives with us
but is far beyond our reach
has become a fairytale children love
but Peter what does it teach?
That forever young can only live
in a place called your heart.
Every palpable place we live
has torn our youth apart.
Peter Pan, you marvelous boy,
let the old and young beware
your escapades and wild dreams
are not found anywhere.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Walking On The Water (Bible Poems for Childen)
One night the disciples
were crossing the sea,
On their way to Galilee.
Jesus left the men that
day,
Went to the mountains to
pray.
Strong winds smashed
against the boat,
They could hardly stay
afloat.
Heard a noise, scared as
could be,
Someone was walking on
the sea,
Who is that, coming here,
Jesus said, do not fear.
It is I, come to me,
Peter arose, walked the
sea.
When Peter looked at the
brink,
He got scared, began to
sink.
Jesus held Peter's hand
tight,
Stepped into the boat
that night.
poem by Heather Burns
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In fact, I had the idea because of Peter Falk. I saw my dad watching a Peter Falk movie and something clicked in my head. I gotta go make a movie for Peter Falk and me.
quote by Paul Reiser
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Death Of Peter Pan
The Death of Peter Pan
Peter Pan used to be black, he could sing and dance
and make jazz hands. He was so good that it made
sense to make him white, the world embraced him.
Everyone had a stake in him as he was transformed
into a pale ghost with a plastic nose, no one laughed
too much money at stake. Peter Pan liked children
too much for normal society to tolerate, but money
smoothed the way, but do not do it again.
Peter Pan was fragile doctors were always at hand to
give him injections that lifted his spirit and made him
feel good, and he needed more of it now that he was
middle aged, yet trying to look fourteen. His handlers
thought there was more money to wring out of his
tortured body. One, two, three, Peter couldn’t breath
collapsed in heap, and that’s a pity now that USA has
a black president and he could be himself again.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Its Midnight Cinderella
Its midnight cinderella but dont you worry none
cause Im peter peter the pumpkin eater
And the partys just begun.
I guess your prince charming
Wasnt after all
cause he sure seemed different right after the ball.
I guess more than horses are turnin into rats
And by the way hes walkin
I can guess where your slippers at.
(chorus)
Its midnight cinderella time that you should know
Theres gonna be some changes in the way this story goes
Its midnight cinderella but dont you worry none
cause Im peter peter the pumkin eater
And the partys just begun.
Im gonna help you get over
Bein under that spell
Youre gonna learn to love midnight
Inside this pumpkin shell
I gotta few new magic tricks
Your godmother cant do
Ill show you what it means to
Bip, bip, bip, bip, boppity boo.
*chorus*
Im peter peter the pumpkin eater
And the party has now begun
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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The Song at Cock-Crow
1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!
The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
(Because of his wickedness) when the cock crew!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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He forgot—and I—remembered
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He forgot—and I—remembered—
'Twas an everyday affair—
Long ago as Christ and Peter—
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."
"Thou wert with him"—quoth "the Damsel"?
"No"—said Peter, 'twasn't me—
Jesus merely "looked" at Peter—
Could I do aught else—to Thee?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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He Loves And She Loves
He loves and she loves,
And they love
so why can't you love
and I love like too?
Birds love and bees love
And whispering trees love,
And that's what we both should do.
Oh I always knew someday you'd come along,
We'll make a twosome that just can't go wrong,
Hear me he loves and she loves
And they love so won't you
Love me as I love you?
Oh I always knew someday you'd come along,
We'll make a twosome that just can't go wrong,
Hear me he loves and she loves
And they love so won't you
Love me as I love you?
Won't you love me, as I love you?
Original Version:
Verse 1:
Peter:
Now that I have found you
I must hang around you.
Though you may refuse me,
You will never lose me.
If the human race is
Full of happy faces -
Frankie:
It's because they all love
That wonderous thing they call love.
Refrain:
Peter:
He loves and she loves,
And they love
so why can't you love
and I love like too?
Frankie:
Birds love and bees love
And whispering trees love,
And that's what we both should do.
Peter:
Oh I always knew someday you'd come along,
Frankie:
We'll make a twosome that just can't go wrong,
Hear me
Peter:
He loves and she loves
And they love so won't you
Love me as I love you?
Verse 2:
Frankie:
Feel a funny feeling
In my heart a-stealing;
If it's love, I'm for it.
Gosh! How I adore it!
You're the silver lining
For which I've been pining.
Peter:
Lonesome days are over;
From now on, we're in clover.
Repeat refrai
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Icthus (JS#5)
Epiphany 5
Many fishes
Jesus fishes
Peter no fish
Jesus “pish pish “
Peter empty dish
Jesus full dish
Peter bare dish
Jesus extra dish
Peter one dish
Jesus many dishes
Peter fish
Jesus fishes
B.C. fish
A.D. fishes
B.C. Moses
A.D. Jesus
poem by James Hart
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Competence, like truth, beauty and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder.
Laurence J. Peter in The Peter Principle (1969)
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The adventure of Gingerbreadman
Gingerbreadman
Was frying on a pan
Holding a coca cola can
And he met Peter Pan
Gingerbreadman and Peter Pan was flying a kite
Then they met Snow White
Suddenly, their kites were wreck
So they go and find Shrek.
On the way, They saw Lion King
And also heard Cinderella sing
And they also met Tarzan
And they played on Tarzans swing!
poem by Julian Lam
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poem by Cheryl Cheng
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