In the case of the stomach, however, the nerves of the glandular cells were always severed when constructing an artificially isolated pouch and this, naturally, affected the normal work of the stomach.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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When ego is fed…
Someone would remember me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would be grateful to me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would broadcast of me:
My stomach goes full.
Someone would long for me:
My stomach goes full.
Whenever ego gets food,
The stomach is fed without food.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stomach with food
Dont full
Fill your stomach...at
Food...
Stomach is
Full fill
The food...
Only at only
With waste of
Basket...
Making
At your stomach...
Drink...
Eat...
A llways
With your stomach
Limet... limet...
Healf stomach
Is good...
Bada full food
Eating...
Mothley once
ok...
Every day
Not better for
Your body health...
Diside to eat food...
Daily...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Outside
They took away
my money and bag
took away my
house and land
lay me on the sand.
I am here
near ganga
and in empty stomach.
I am here
near mahodadhi
and in empty stomach.
I am here
looking Nilachakra
alldays always
in empty stomach.
They snatch away
may language
They thrown me out
from the sky
they are my nearby.
who is there
outside my house
where is my earth
where is my worth.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A contented stomach, a forgiving heart; but an empty stomach pardons nothing.
Stomach cry
Eat
Too
Eat...
Stomach was full
Not stand
Not sit
Not walk...
Waa waa
Marrage dinner...
Mind happy
Stomach on
Body is crying...
With up
And down
with gas..ss..
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Literary Method
His poems Riley says that he indites
Upon an empty stomach. Heavenly Powers,
Feed him throat-full: for what the beggar writes
Upon his empty stomach empties ours!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Understanding the Animals
the stomach is an animal
it can be the best of pets
if you can talk to it, get it
to listen and understand you
you can talk to your stomach
to lessen the flood of gastric juices
yon can calm it down by
chanting to it a mantra of peace
and when you have mastered
the art to handle your stomach
transfer that knowledge to any animal
it soon will also nod to you at your every word
understanding your belly s key to understand an animal
talk to it like you talk to the belly
the common bond between all animals
you either live to go into one or live to feed one
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Poor men seek meat for their stomach, rich men stomach for their meat.
Win A Prize
Run the race and win a prize,
For the food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food;
But i will live on always to see you grow.
Slow, glow, blow, flow;
That which was empty is now full,
But he who joins himself to a prostitute is in one body with her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Finally....
i have traced the words
and it goes back there to your mouth
you puke
and i urge you too
there is a lot of poison in there
your stomach
lots of parasites
the nerves in your skull
all infected
i am looking for some roots
if there is any brain at all
so sorry
there is none
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Red Bird Lives
A red bird lands to rest
Upon a tree branch.
The red bird chirps
For his sibling,
The cat takes notice, quietly
It watches his prey,
The cat figure it had his
Dinner..
Slowly the cat takes aim
And leaps for the red bird.
The red bird takes flight to
To join his sibling.
The cats loses,
But the red bird lives to chirp
Chirp another day..
The cat meow while his stomach
Growls,
The cat watches for another
Chance to feed his hungry
Stomach..
So, the cat meows hoping
For a meal,
To cure his empty stomach..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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The Rainbow Of The Character Game
Stomach is a special vocational training.
Kitchen is a special stomach show case.
Asking the participants to judge its usefulness reflecting on the needs-based game
Is it a game of characters in time of confused truths
The scene of how- might- characters- be -shaped- and- modified will be
The rainbow of the games characters are animated alive on the screens.
Augusto Boal's 'The Rainbow of Desire' is not a new game anymore but the rainbow of the character games are truths in the theatricality of the world on the changing stage.
It Will Blow Up Gradually
If you are pregnant,
Your stomach will blow up gradually;
And it will be exposed to the public,
So try to tell me before it is too late!
But beware,
You can't hide it from the people around you;
For your stomach will blow up gradually.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Two
Give yourself to fasting and prayer,
Give yourself to things that are right;
For the unrighteous will not inherit,
The Kingdom of Yahweh.
Food is for the stomach and,
The stomach is for food;
But the two will become one flesh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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It Can Be Hard To Take
'What is fantasy? '
Devoid of any reality.
'What is reality? '
That depends on...
How much of it is being fed.
Where it comes from.
How much can one stomach.
How much is being regurgitated...
And what is left in the body to nourish one's mind.
'OH! ? So...
Why does 'reality' have to go through that process? '
It has always been that way.
It's just harder to digest.
And some folks have problems keeping it down!
It can be hard to take!
Especially on an empty stomach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V - 2004) The Lad who was called Mad
People called him mad.
Many a days
He came to my mother
He would then say
‘There is fire in my stomach’
My mother would then hurry her cooking
Soon she would serve
Rice and curry
Spiced with love and care.
He would eat to his full
And at the very next door
He would again say
‘There is fire in my stomach –
I am hungry still’
And so one day
I looked deep into him
Wondered what his hunger was for
And saw fire in his heart.
Still, he little knew that
He simply said, ‘there is fire in my stomach’
And people called him mad.
He was a sensitive lad
Some had led him astray
So he lost his senses,
Lost his way
And people called him mad.
This hurt him more
Still he had them guide him.
So, finally one day
Into the temple pond
He drowned himself
To quell for ever
The fire in him
And then the people
Who had called him mad
Said with pity, ‘Oh, how sad! ’
Antitheses (parody)
With harmony you cannot really
harass: According to Boerewitch
it is foggy and a natural building block to speak about-
So the romantic lameness of a answer
is anonymous asserted by the indiscrete text’s
epidemic positions.
Accordingly R.H. Unknown alleges, that the ailment
for the stomach of refute is only reducing
by a answer’s enormous potential to confess
and to reflect.
The only hallmark of the life expectancy of the melancholically affected,
is to comically tempt, with a grin coming from the stomach,
by only praising the relationships
or by feeding hornbills.
While you really with a astonishing question
want to canvass people, with a warm sensitive little voice,
in conversations wanting to plant some thoughts, to later follow the ear
to the waiting rooms: I do not use anything –
Mit der melancholie ist durchaus nicht zu sprechen!
In following of Johannes Chohl’s terrifying prosody
about the melancholy! The last part is recorded by Heindrich Spiegel.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Craving Of The Flesh
when i write this
i am full, my stomach bloats
i am holding something
inside me
with all restraintand if i do not follow
the law of
expulsion
i may die of this
poison
i must empty
what is here inside
to make me feel well
there is poetry in my head
poetry in my stomach
soon
if i keep them and not let them
go out
i may die
and so here i am
noting this metaphor of expulsion
to let you know
that i cannot stop writing
for health reasons and not
for anything else
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sickness
he cannot imagine himself
now
swallowing from pill to pill
his stomach
becoming more like
a pharmaceutical
storage cabinet
there is a pill for his
numb arms
another pill for his
acidic stomach
more pills for him
to sleep
another pill for his
throat infection
another one for his
allergies
side effects of some
drugs that he had been
taking
this sickness into death
until one day
he refuses any pill
not that he cannot pay the bill
he is ready for
the thrill
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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