I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it's time for you to send it back to me-toasted and buttered on both sides.
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I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it's time for you to send it back to me - toasted and buttered on both sides.
quote by Jesse Jackson
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Sliced Bread
Sliced bread...
Whole wheat and toasted.
Buttered with jam,
And munched.
Either with tea, punch...
Or just plain water for lunch!
Sliced bread...
With cheddar cheese and tomato.
Add Romaine lettuce,
Topped with fried strips of bacon.
This too will certainly do.
Sliced bread...
Oatmeal raisin,
Oven baked and fed.
Sliced bread...
Crumbed to stuff a turkey.
And seasoned to gobble...
With an aftertaste on the tongue,
Deliciously nutmeged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buttered Popcorn
My baby likes
(Buttered popcorn) Uh-huh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh-hoh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh yeah!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh!
He likes it greasy (buttered popcorn)
And sticky (buttered popcorn)
And gooey (buttered popcorn)
And salty (buttered popcorn)
I said
song performed by by Supremes from Meet the Supremes
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Send It
The sun still shines way up above
But it dont matter now because
The dream is gone
The dream is just a memory (oh, yeah)
If you see my dream, send it back home to me.
The stars still glow up in the night
But somehow, they dont seem so bright
The dream is gone
The dream is just a memory (oh, yeah)
If you see my dream, send it back home to me.
cos Ive been waiting for a long, long time
Thought Id found a way
Now I just wait for someone to call
Im waiting for it every day.
Chorus:
Send it -- on the wires
Send it -- on a plane
Send it -- on an express
But send it back to me again.
The music plays so loud and clear
But somehow I cant make you hear
The dream is gone
The dream is just a memory (oh, yeah)
If you see my dream, send it back home to me.
When you get what you want, its a long way down
And you can see for miles around
When you lose it, nothing is for real
If you see my dream, send it back to me.
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus
Send it (send it, send it)
Send it
Send it (send it, send it)
Send it on the wires (send it, send it)
Send it on a plane...
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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T7
yes, the news is spread by her
poetess of the northern skies
her book is just out of the oven
buttered bread, glossy topping
i can smell the scent of her poems
and soon i must touch it
shall my brain afford the luxury of
her metaphors? the sharpness of her wits?
shall i write her for a free copy
and tell her that it is the best poetry that i have ever read
in my entire life?
given a chance to decide which to take
fried chicken or toasted poetry?
you bet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reminiscing Those Carefree Days...
the days are coming and going
the coconut tree that you once planted at the back of the house
has become so tall
and fruitful
rising above the roof and the other trees
growing at you
neighbor's backyard
the nights are dark as usual but soon when you begin to look at those hind sides
carefully
you will notice a collage of stars
blinking
like city neon lights
a comet once passed this path but you were then asleep
preoccupied with the thoughts of
your past
those cliffs that you have not climbed ever
the deep seas that seem to warn you about some people
people in the past
drowning
do not fear
bright mornings are still here everyday bringing you a bouquet of red roses
and scents of coffee
and toasted
bread
just be patient
high noons are temporary
the ticking of the clocks shall soon fade away to the voices of your carefree days
once when you were a kid
playing under a heavy rain
with your best friend
on some games of
mud
a long, long time ago.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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After Many Days
I'VE always been a faithful man
An' tried to live for duty,
But the stringent mode of life
Has somewhat lost its beauty.
The story of the generous bread
He sent upon the waters,
Which after many days returns
To trusting sons and daughters,
Had oft impressed me, so I want
My soul influenced by it,
And bought a loaf of bread and sought
A stream where I could try it.
I cast my bread upon the waves
And fancied then to await it;
It had not floated far away
When a fish came up and ate it.
And if I want both fish and bread,
And surely both I'm wanting,
About the only way I see
Is for me to go fishing.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.
quote by James Baldwin
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Dont Send We Back
We came across from korea
We braved the wind and the rain
We came a thousand miles just to be here
And you want to send we back again
We crossed malaysian waters
We sailed the south china sea
We stopped at singapore and jakarta
And you want to send we back to sea
Dont send we back, have mercy upon us
We know you dont want us but weve got no one
Dont send we back, weve run out of water
We wont last the morning in the baking sun
The indonesian islands
We stopped at every one
As for the philippines we tried 'em
And you want to turn our boat around
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Send A Message
In a line of fire I stand and wait for you, I cant hold out for too long
Searchin every part of me for a sign, Im in the middle of a storm
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
So I reach across the silence, in the air, I keep hopin for a sound
Just a word or two is all I need, how can I bring you back around
Can you hear me, can I touch you, show me the way to your heart
Chorus:
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
In my dark and lonely night I look for you, wont you save me from myself
When my senses melt away you will be here and I wont need nobody else
I cant hold back, I wont fight it, roll back this stone from my heart
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
Everything you are (everything you are)
Means everything to me (means everything to me)
I will wait for you (I will wait)
Time is all we need (is all)
(guitar solo)
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
(send a, send a, send a, send a, send a, send a) Im ready, I am ready
Send a, send a
Send me a, me a
Send a, send a...
song performed by by Starship
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The bread never falls but on its buttered side.
Nothing In the Pot Is Fit to Eat
Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
And rage they do!
It is preferred instead.
They've been scorched and scrambled...
With a temper peppered and teased.
They thought they'd be buttered up and warmed,
Charm toasted, held close and slightly squeezed.
But a shoulder getting colder,
Is what they found in the pot.
And the pot was not about to get heated.
Madness driven and pushed to the edge.
Everything they believe in lays crushed and dead.
A compromise can not be reached!
They seek a singeing that burns within.
And rage they do!
It is preferred instead.
They've been scorched and scrambled...
With a temper peppered and teased.
They thought they'd be buttered up and warmed,
Charm toasted, held close and slightly squeezed.
But a shoulder getting colder,
Is what they found in the pot.
And the pot was not about to get heated.
No...
The pot was not about to get heated.
And...
Nothing in the pot is fit to eat!
Since...
Emptiness is in it and not meat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Buttered Peas With Crushed Red Pepper
Don't take the peas up off my plate.
That irritates.
Don't even think about sneaking them.
They are there for me to eat.
And I want every pea,
Left for me to satiate.
I buttered them to taste.
With baby onions they taste great.
Fix your eyes in another place.
Back your nose up off my plate.
Buttered peas with crushed red pepper.
Fix your eyes in another place.
No other buttered bean or pea taste better.
Take your eyes up off my plate.
I buttered them to taste.
With baby onions they taste great.
Buttered peas with crushed red pepper.
Take your eyes up off my plate.
And don't your think about sneaking a pea!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rose Bouquet
(phil vassar, robert byrne)
We were somethin, you and me
Yeah we hadem rollin in the aisles
We got it right once, didnt we
We had our shot and missed it by a mile
Forget the bitter end
Can you remember when
We sang, we laughed
They all watched us dance
They circled around us
And toasted to forever
We played to win
We never gave in
And we threw it all away
Like your rose bouquet
Passion flows like a long white gown
But it aint easy to keep your love alive
We hoped each other would come around
Well use the lessons for better luck next time
But how sweet it was back then
Do you remember when
We sang, we laughed
They all watched us dance
They circled around us
And toasted to forever
We played to win
We never gave in
And we threw it all away
Like your rose bouquet
We sang, we laughed
They all watched us dance
They circled around us
And toasted to forever
We played to win
We never gave in
And we threw it all away
Like your rose bouquet
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Someday
(l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
Chorus:
Someday i'm coming back, and it won't be long
Before you call me and tell me to come home
Someday i'm coming back, and it won't be long
Before i'm home, home and in your arms
What did i do my darling ? that made you send me running
Told you to cast me down and throw me out
What can i tell you honey, if i don't know what i've done
All i can hope is that you ask me to come back home
Chorus
Even in stormy weather, we always stick together
You always kept me near, we're so sincere
So why so sudden the change of heart
Why do i feel like i've done wrong ?
When all that i want is that you ask me to come back home
Chorus
Someday, someway (i never wanted anyone so much)
Someday, someway
What did i do my darling ? that made you send me running
Told you to cast me down and throw me out
What can i tell you honey, if i don't know what i've done
All i can hope is that you ask me to come back home
So why so sudden the change of heart
Why do i feel like i've done wrong ?
When all that i want is that you ask me to come back home
Chorus to fade
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Deliberation, n.: The act of examining one's bread to determine which side it is buttered on.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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Cast Your Bread Upon The Waters
We may, to someone, hand a tract, and never receive anything back,
In the way of thanks or gratitude, while sometimes only their attitude,
Maybe a scoffing gesture or worse, the evil utterance of one’s curse,
Still, upon the waters cast your bread, thinking upon Eternity instead.
All the time and effort we spend, as we reach out to others my friend,
Will not be noticed by everyone, but, the work is for God’s Dear Son,
And God’s impact, we do not know, from the signs others may show,
For the outcome is God’s alone, to give growth to seeds we’ve sown.
All earthly tasks will be meaningless, as we step into an Eternal Bliss,
Knowing that our time upon the earth, will be judged for eternal worth,
And did we live for God’s Kingdom, as Bold Witnesses for The Son?
Pointing those who may still be lost, to the Blood of Calvary’s Cross.
Friend, all vanity shall soon depart, from within every Believer’s heart,
The moment we step into Eternity, and our Savior’s face we shall see,
Until then, for us to be like Christ, we must become a Living Sacrifice,
Giving our lives to Christ, our Lord, with every moment we can afford.
When our bread, on the water is cast, the rewards will for eternity last,
As for our Savior, we do our part, and His Gospel of Truth we impart,
To all those upon this earthly sod, so they can join the family of God,
And enter into His Kingdom above, by embracing His Truth and Love.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Perfect Match
warm chocolate
in a cup
beside a toasted
whole wheat
bread
on a rainy
day
and a poem
to read
silently
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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