The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
quote by Randall Jarrell
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The Yellow Ribbon On The Old Oak Tree
who can forget the yellow ribbon
on that old oak tree? tell me.
tomorrow, i shall wear my yellow cap
my yellow shirt, my yellow brief,
my yellow pants.
my jaundiced eye, my golden yellow ring.
tomorrow, in my country, the sky is yellow.
all steps lead to the yellow brick road.
all fruits are ripe and mellow and yellow.
Tomorrow, the country is yellow.
Yellow for integrity, Yellow for change.
Yellow for justice. Yellow for truth.
One day more, and the sun shall rise
Yellow as ever.Yellow forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yellow Man
Very far away in a foreign land
Live the yellow woman and the yellow man
Hes been around for many-a-year
They say they were there before we were here
Eatin rice all day
While the children play
You see he believes
In the family
Just like you and me
Oh, yellow man, oh, yellow man
We understand, you know we understand
He keeps his money tight in his hand
With his yellow woman hes a yellow man
Got to have a yellow woman
When youre a yellow man
song performed by by Randy Newman
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God blessed man with a gun
God blessed man with a gun
with a bullet and a yellow sun
and all seemed well:
there was abundant light
land for the people to dwell
until God brought night
God couldn't give
the ability for them to live
under the same yellow sun
Man blessed man with his gun
with a bullet and a red sun
and all seemed ill
there was abundant night
cattle for the people to kill
until no one was left to fight
God couldn't resolve
the question of how to live
under the same yellow sun
poem by Thomas White
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Complaining is good for you as long as you're not complaining to the person you're complaining about.
quote by Lynn Johnston
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Eht Emas
There once was a place where everyone was Tan
Every woman, child, and man
Tan hair, Tan shoes, Tan skin, and Tan clothes
Why they were all Tan is something that nobody knows
For you see in this place of monotonous living un-Tan beings were unheard of
There was a very strange thing about these Tan people.
For you see the Tan people had wings but many feared to fly
A Yellow man came to this place one day
It seemed that the Yellow man was strange
His hair was not Tan and his skin was not Tan
He smiled more often and dressed funny too
His name was Alabazoo
He came from a place called Tnereffid
The Tan people were irate and filled with hate
Who did this Yellow man think he was?
As much as the Yellow man tried to be liked the Tan people would not budge
The Yellow man offered the Tan people Brownies they wanted Fudge
Though it seems some of Tan people preferred Brownies,
Some secretly wished for Fudge
They growled and they hissed until the Yellow man left
Leaving the Tan people of Lamron to their life.
The Tan people still exist but is seems that they reside only in Sdnim now.
poem by Jeanne Harmon
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It's All A Poetry In Motion
Who is that complaining 'bout what is right?
And...
Who is that justifying how to live a life?
It's all a poetry in motion in the eyes of the ones who live,
In the cities.
And live it in the woods.
To live as they wish.
And do it as they should.
Who is that complaining 'bout what is right?
And...
Who is that justifying how to live a life,
One wants and chooses.
No matter who critiques,
With a wishing to approve.
It's all a poetry in motion in the eyes of the ones who live,
In the cities.
And live it in the woods.
To live a life they wish.
And do it as they choose.
It's all a poetry in motion in the eyes of the ones who live,
To let live.
And live to let live.
And lives,
To let live.
No matter how that is.
It's all a poetry in motion in the eyes of the ones who live,
In the cities.
And live it in the woods.
To live,
As they wish.
With a wanting as they should.
It's all a poetry in motion in the eyes of the ones who live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I Should Die Tomorrow And Today My Second Last Day
If i should die tomorrow and today my second last day
I should not be complaining since in life I've done okay
Never had to try to sleep hungry with the hard ground for a bed
And in all my years of living never once wished i were dead,
In a World of haves and have nots many of malnutrition die
And that everyone are equal is a World renowned lie
This World not an Utopia that fact few would deny
And i will not be complaining since few luckier than i
Tis said that poverty is a relative thing with that one must agree
And sad to say that millions live in abject poverty
I have seen a few Countries loved Nature as a boy
And i am not complaining a good life i enjoy
And if i should die tomorrow just leave me to rest in peace
from any cares or worries i will have found release.
poem by Francis Duggan
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for Cory
i was startled
about your death
i am amazed.
your funeral so grand
the people are in deep mourning
i, too.
in you the presidency
has tripled its value
destiny brought you there
on that chair
God speaks
in yellow colors since then
its voice
is still the voice of the people.
Like Ninoy
forever you shall live
in our hearts.
Long live goodness
Long live dignity
Long live humility
Long live Godliness
In you Cory, we shall ponder
upon the next presidency.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Those Glory Days
Those glory days...
Come to be lived and meant for seekers of adventure.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Come to be lived and meant for seekers of adventure.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Are for those who reach and seek an energy.
The ones who stand up straight to get up off of their knees.
The ones not looking for someone to convince and please.
The ones who choose to live their lives happily in ease.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Are for those who reach and seek an energy.
The ones who stand up straight to get up off of their knees.
The ones not looking for someone to convince and please.
The ones who choose to live their lives happily in ease.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shut Up And Smile
you tell me...
'im worthless, and unloved..
i hate work,
i have nothing to live for
no one cares..'
shut up and smile cuz thats not true
your not worthless
you are loved by me, and your friends
if you have nothing to live for live for me
and your friends
everyone cares..
stop complaining shut up and smile
you come to me and say 'im not pretty'
shut up and smile of course you are
'i hate my smile' you say
shut up and smile its gorgeous
'i cant stand being quite' you say
shut up, i know,
i'm okay if you never shut up, if your talking and not complaining
shut up and smile enjoy what life has given you.
'but-'
no shut up and smile end of story.
'okay.' you smile
'i love you'
shut up and kiss me cuz i love you too
poem by Kanako Izumkui
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The tabloids are like animals, with their own behavioural patterns. There's no point in complaining about them, any more than complaining that lions might eat you.
quote by David Mellor
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Planet of Six
Six people were born:
three pink, two blue, and one yellow
like a jaundiced newborn's
ass...
There were more pink people,
rulers of this great nation,
controlling valentine's day
and cosmetics counters.
The pink had the ability to turn
blue people's offspring
somewhat purple, they could
transform the last of the surviving yellow
into agent orange.
Discouraging, especially since
the frail yellow boy sat in a corner
holding his flute between his legs.
poem by Marina Gipps
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Lone Yellow Flower Waves In The Open Fields
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green;
lone yellow flower has no one to blame
and it seeks none to praise
for it knows all life comes in
when the conditions are right;
lone yellow flower knows
death comes in like the wind;
lone yellow flower
is never alone
for it is a part of the expression
of the earth and time and the universe;
lone yellow flower sees what is before and around
lone yellow flower observes what is within and about
and so lone yellow flower lives with no delusions
no beliefs of heaven and hell
fears none and does not live or die
to please or amuse or appease;
and lone yellow flower
blossoms and shines
and shrivels and ceases
in harmony
with what actually is;
lone yellow flower
waves in the open fields
bowing according to the tune
among the sea of green
poem by Raj Arumugam
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I Saw You Coming
I saw you coming
With that poison in your hand
Now youre acting kind of funny
Like you dont seem to understand
Stop complaining
Youve been caught fair and square
I saw you coming
I was guarding you that day
I saw you coming
Golden rule, you disobeyed
You were too busy showing off
How you gave yourself away
Stop complaining
Youve been caught fair and square
I saw you coming
I was guarding you that day
I saw you coming
song performed by by Chris Rea
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They Fuss It to Be Cut Up
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People aren't grateful to receive a gift.
Or appreciate it without examining the value of it.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint.
And complaining having no shame.
They...
Cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
Fussing with a cutting up.
People are cold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Master Of Ceremony
SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO ROCK SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO ROLL
SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO WALK SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO RIDE
SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO FLY SOME PEOPLE PREFER THE TRAIN RIDE
IS SIXTEEN COACHES LONG
YEAH THE TRAIN RIDE IS SIXTEEN COACHES LONG
YOU SAY YOU WANNA CHANGE SOCIETY BUT YOU LIVE ON
YOU SAY YOU WANT CHANGE SOCIETY
AND YOU SAY YOU WANT TO WANT TO BE FREE
PEOPLE GOT TO LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
PEOPLE GOT TO LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
YOU CAN BE COMMUNIST A LIBERAL CONSERVATIVE LABOR OR
ANYTHING YOU WANT TO BE
YOU CAN BE A RED NECK JEWISH MAN THATS ALLRIGHT WITH ME
WE GOT TO LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
YOU CAN BE A BLACK YOU CAN BE WHITE YOU CAN BE GREEN YELLOW BLUE PINK
PURPLE OR RED INDIAN BLOOD
YOU CAN BE ANYTHING THAT YOU WANNY BE PLEASE PLEASE
LETS LEARN TO LIVE TOGETHER
I AIN'T NEVER BEEN TO THE GHETTO IN MY LIFE BEFORE
BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND SOME WHITES DON'T HAVE IT TOO COOL EITHER
DON'T QUOTE ME IN SAYING EVERYBODY HAS A CHANCE TO DANCE
HAS A CHANCE TO ROMANCE A CHANCE TO DANCE
AND HAS A CHANCE TO DO ANYTHING THEY WANT TO DO
THERE AIN'T THERE AIN'T NO GOD THAT SAYS YOU CAN'T ENJOY YOUR LIFE
THERE AIN'T NO MASTER OF CEREMONY THAT CAN FILL YOUR LIFE
WITH WORRY AND STRIFE
CHOOSE YOUR OWN DIRECTION
song performed by by Bad Company
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Their Golden Wedding Anniversarry (For A Couple In Chicago)
she wears
two platinum bracelets
on her
wrists
dressed in golden
yellow
her reading glasses
on
she poses as he takes her
picture
against the yellow leaves
falling
the wind passes
another year is marked
in the autumn of
their years
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In It For The Ease of It
It's not difficult to perceive,
That there are those living who believe...
Some folks live lives that are easy.
And these folks should assist others to succeed!
In fact...
Hold them by the hand.
And show them how to breathe!
It's not difficult to see...
Others sitting on their butts,
And complaining from sun down to sun up!
With nothing good to say...
About anything that comes their way.
They are in it for the ease of it.
In some deluded and fantasized existence.
Waiting they do for some golden ship...
To spend the rest of a 'blessed' life,
Removing reality from it!
Although surrounded by a shallowness.
A deepened one that for them now exists!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-80
My garden is lighted
So is my mind delighted
There you Golden Torch
On rhizome's clutch
Hither thither lantern
Lighting the way certain
Leaves sided alternate
Erect you rise accurate
Rich in soil rich much
Bracts or flowers such?
Based on maroon or red
Red or yellow splashed
Proud bracts prime hued
Next sepals in green-gold
Rachis and pedicel too done
In green-yellow-red heaven
O'Heliconia Golden Torch
In your bliss ever on march
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Canary Yellow Canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - my yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
The eastmain, coppermine, back river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - yellow canoe
I want to run rivers in my canary yellow canoe
The desmoines river, rupert river, george river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - mellow yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Chebugema, peace river, resolute too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - my elephant too
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Churchill, yellowknife, ross river too
In my canary yellow canoe
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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