My dream is to become a farmer. Just a Bohemian guy pulling up his own sweet potatoes for dinner.
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A Modern Day Miracle
Where could you find an example
of true faith in the twentieth century?
‘Faith Like Potatoes’ to plant
in El Nino, in drought, in dust
a never grown before potato crop?
Angus Buchan, a farmer, in Durban
South Africa declared before 35,000
“To hell with El Nino! We are going
to plant this year! And we are going
to plant potatoes.” Fool or Man of Faith?
The Wisdom Of The Modern World
Scientists warned farmers not to plant!
“Do not plant this season unless
you have irrigation.” Angus had none!
Planting planting potatoes in dust
would be a massive massive risk!
It would require a miracle!
Did Angus expect a miracle?
Or was he an experienced potato farmer?
Angus was a maize and cattle farmer!
He had never grown potatoes!
No farmer could grow potatoes in drought!
Not in drought without irrigation!
But all farmers and men of faith
know a crop, a harvest is grown,
from a seed, a seed of planted faith.
Angus prayed and prayed
during the planting and he knew;
in his heart that the Lord;
wanted him to plant potatoes.
Angus expected a modern day miracle from God!
God has complained men lack faith!
To dream their dreams large enough!
Angus planted potatoes in dust on his farm in drought!
Without irrigation without water on his farm in faith!
Angus hired two extra farms, planted potatoes in their dust!
If the potato crop failed, Angus would loose everything!
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not yet seen.” Hebrews 11: 1.
Potatoes grow under the ground
and are not seen until the harvest!
Angus planted in faith; reaped a miracle of faith!
“because the righteous one will live by reason of faith.” Galatians 3: 11.
“The condition for a miracle is difficulty,
however the condition for a great miracle
is not difficulty, but impossibility.” Angus Buchan
“Seek and you shall find knock
and the door shall be opened to you.”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hot Potatoes
My baby woke me up this mornin
She said get down that labour exchange,
And if you dont come home with a job son,
Youll get no dinner to-day.
You gotta secure me a weekly workin wage.
Youll get no more fancy cookin,
Youll get no more apple pie,
Youll just get those plain hot potatoes
To satisfy your appetite.
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin every single day.
I said I dont need your fancy cooking,
I like the simple things in life,
Just give me those plain hot potatoes
And Ill be well satisfied,
Theyll satisfy my appetite.
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin 60 minutes an hour,
I want your lovin 24 hours a day,
I want your lovin 7 days a week.
Yeh, yeh, oh yeh.
I want your love, I need your love,
But all I get is hot potatoes
When I come home late at night
To satisfy my appetite.
Dont give me no more potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes,
I want your lovin every single day.
I want your lovin
La la la la la la potatoes,
Boiled, french fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, hot potatoes, yeh.
song performed by by Kinks
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I have taken the marshmallows off the sweet potatoes, however. They would make a big pan of sweet potatoes and cover it with marshmallows. My kids would love it if I would do that for them!
quote by Edie Brickell
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Christmas Poem
Christmas is a coming
And we'll all be getting fatter
But at this time of year
It really doesn't matter
The turkey'll be stuffed
With lovely sausagemeat
The table will be dressed
Looking good and really neat
We'll be making roast potatoes
And also pigs in a blanket
The food will be aplenty
Rather like a banquet
There'll be sprouts on our plate
After which we'll be trumping
We'll stuff our belly way too much
And end up like a dumpling
To finish we'll have afters
Of Christmas pud and custard
By now we'll be feeling stuffed
Our trousers almost busted
After dinner we'll sing carols
Squealing like a crazy cat
We'll pull a Christmas cracker
Then wear a silly hat
We'll tell pathetic jokes
And laugh like cackling hens
We'll be pulling silly faces
Down the camera lens
The beer and wine will flow
The eggnog'll make an appearance
In time we'll start to slur our words
Slowly becoming incoherent
Then off to bed We'll go
To dream a happy dream
When we awake we will have
Some Christmas pud and Cream!
My dear dream
Dream of sea,
Dream of ships,
Dream of huge ocean,
Dream of men in unifom
Its my dream, dream so different,
Dream so new, dream of dark sky up above,
Dream of sea so calm, dream of sea roaring,
Its my sweet dream.
Dream so sweet, wonderfull, special, close to my heart,
Its my sweet dream.
Dreaming to get my dreams happen.
Its my sweet dream.
poem by Anees Akbar
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My One Last Dream
One last dream of rejecting your protective arms...
One last dream of harm...
One last dream of never changing...
One last dream of never being held...
One last dream of no objection...
One last dream of a scarful you...
One last dream of no summer dew...
One last dream self injury...
One last dream of our own little theory...
One last dream of being six feet under soil...
One last dream of a lost soul...
One last dream of pulling a trigger...
One last dream of having a power that’s bigger...
One last dream of never needing help...
poem by Crystal Fuller
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Dreams of Green, Can only keep Your Dreams Green!
Life is in seeds, who can say
plants are not intelligent,
They use many ways,
They use many animals and
birds,
Even water and air for their propagation,
Sensing the availability of
agency,
they dream and tune themselves,
Plan strategy to make use of
birds beasts and man.... They sow the seeds of dream in
the eyes of farmer,
They fill his eyes with dream of
every possible comforts,
Calling him to sow and nurture
them! Seeds carry dreams of plants
and carry dreams for farmer,
In his dream green waves sing a
song,
Dancing with nature's song,
In the golden crop farmer dreams of his golden dreams,
His breath, his love, his dreams
feed millions of stomach,
So that they are free to dream in
this dream world!
Just look at farmer's dreams, They never get wet,
They never get dry,
His evergreen dreams sustain the
world,
Never his dreams and the dreams
of plant allow dreams in you dry!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Victory Of Love
Waiting for a change in the weather
I'm waiting for a shift in the air,
Could we get it together - ever -
Hoping for your return
Hoping for your sweet, sweet return
Hello - is this how we calling?
Hello - hello
Is somebody there?
She must be somewhere
And then she says
Hello - hello - hello
She's really an angel -
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes -
She's starting to dream
She's pulling the strings
She's dreaming a strange dream
Where nothing is grey -
Then she takes me away
And she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love, hello - hello
Counting - I count every second
And I'm standing
I stand in the rain,
I walk up that lane
Which leads to the sunshine
She stands in the sunshine
She's closing her eyes
Then she takes me away
And she's pulling the strings
When she's playing with love
She's playing with love
Hello - hello
song performed by by Alphaville
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Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All
(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)
(d) - (a) - (e)
(a) we worked through spring and winter, through (d) summer and through (a) fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all
It (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday
(e) settled down among us and it never went (a) away
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all
(a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until (e) fall
Then they (a) take him by the hand
And they (d) lead him from his land
And the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until fall
With the interest rates so high
Its a wonder he dont die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
Well, the banker says hes broke and the merchant stops and smoke
But they forget that its the farmer that feeds them all
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
And theyd know that its the farmer that feeds them all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until fall
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, its a sin
cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Victory Of Love
Waiting
For a change in the weather
Im waiting for a shift in the air
Could we get it together, ever
Hoping for your return, hoping for your sweet, sweet
Return
Hello
Is this heaven calling
Hello, hello, is somebody there, she must be somewhere
And then she says hello, hello, hello
Shes really an angel
She stands in the sunshine
Shes closing her eyes, she starting to dream,
Shes pulling the strings
Shes dreaming a strange dream
Where nothing is grey
Then she takes me away and shes pulling the strings
When shes playing with love
Shes playing with love...
Counting
I count every second
And Im standing
I stand in the rain, I walk up that lane
Which leads to the sunshine
She stands in the sunshine
Shes closing her eyes
Then she takes me away and shes pulling the strings
When shes playing with love
Shes playing with love...
Gold/1983
song performed by by Alphaville
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The 'Potato' Poem
I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips.
I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips.
I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan:
Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.
I love potatoes which have been pummelled and bashed
With butter and milk to make a real light, fluffy mash.
Jacket potatoes, I find a bit dry, but with a nice filling
Such as chilli, to give them a try, I am more willing.
With breakfast, I love hash browns or potato cakes,
And I love potatoes mixed up with leeks in a bake.
Crispy, golden potatoes, served up with Sunday roast
Are among the kinds of potato which I love the most.
Mixed in soups and casseroles, I love potatoes diced.
On top on minced beef hotpot, I love potatoes sliced.
Fluffy potato stuffed inside a crispy potato croquette
Is also rather nice, and, for me, it is another safe bet.
I love potatoes cut into crisps: the slices, wafer thin,
And, as a starter, I simply love loaded potato skins:
I do adore a delicious dish of Bombay potato curry:
For me, it is a taste which I won't forget in a hurry.
I like potatoes diced up with creamy mayonnaise,
Served up with salad on really hot summer days.
But I don't like potatoes which have been boiled:
From potatoes, cooked this way, in horror, I recoil.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Fifty years ago, it was the dream of every bohemian artist to be seen getting out of a limousine wearing blue jeans and sneakers. Today, it's the dream of probably half the people in the country.
quote by Brad Holland
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I Dreamt A Dream
I dream of the fields,
So large and green,
Of the farmers and the weeds,
Potatoes so big, like never seen.
I dream of a house,
As big as the sea,
A castle, as elegant as the horse,
So warm and cool, for mine it shall be.
I dream of the country,
Of a people bounded in love,
With no colour nor boundary,
Knitted into one like a clove.
I dream of a peace,
Yet unreal,
But in this dream, I find ease,
And for this, I'd rather live in the calm of the surreal.
poem by Afolabi Boluwatife Oluwamuyiwa
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Wilma's Welcome
He sat the table, fresh kid,
waiting for his dinner,
pushing back the war
now so far away.
His big brother smiled
glad to see him safe,
when she walked in,
carrying a steaming plate
of the best fried chicken
either had ever seen.
The aroma awoke in his memory
soft Ohio nights,
God's righteous thunder rumbling
gentle rains cooling the hot August sky,
when Mom carried in our dinner,
fried chicken and mashed potatoes,
safety and love.
And looking at his brother's new wife,
he smiled and at last said,
'welcome to the family! '
poem by Steven Federle
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Farmer's Daughter
I do come from miles away,
Ain't got no place to stay.
Glad to help you plow your fields,
Farmer's daughter.
Might be just a couple of days,
Clean up, rest, and be on my way.
Thank you, madam, much obliged,
Farmer's daughter.
So long, got to leave your land.
Many thanks, it was might grand.
I do hope to see you again,
Farmer's Daughter.
Farmer's Daughter.
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Behemian Like You
you got a great car
yeh whats wrong with it today
i used to have one too
maybe i'll come and have a look
i really love your hairdo yeh
i'm glad you like mine too
see we're looking pretty cool
will get ya
so what do you do?
oh yeh i wait tables too
no i havent heard your band
cos you guys are pretty new
but if you dig on vegan food
well come over to my work
i'll have em cook you something
that you really love
**
cos i like you
yeh i like you
and i'm feeling so bohemian like you
yeh i like you
yeh i like you
and i feel..
**
wait
whos that guy just hangin at your pad
hes lookin kinda bummed
you you broke up thats too bad
i guess its fair if he always pays the rent
and he doesnt get bent about
sleeping on the couch when im there
**
cos i like you
yeh i like you
and i'm feeling so bohemian like you
yeh i like you
yeh i like you
and i feel..
**
im getting wise and im feeling so bohemian like you
its you that i want so please
just a casual casual easy thing
is it, is for me
and i like you
yeh i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
and i feel
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Duet
Milestone:
All my troubles disappear,
When the dinner-bell I hear,
Over woodland, dale, and fell,
Swinging slow with solemn swell,---
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Hippy:
What can bid my heart-ache fly?
What can bid my heart-ache die?
What can all the ills dispel,
In my morbid frame that dwell?
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
Both:
Hark!---along the tangled ground,
Loudly floats the pleasing sound!
Sportive Fauns to Dryads tell,
'Tis the cheerful dinner-bell!
The dinner-bell! the dinner-bell!
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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A Sweet Dream
a dream is special,
a dream is stronge,
a dream keeps you happy,
a dream keeps you sweet,
but a sweet dream is a good dream,
better than the rest,
it makes us laugh,
or it makes you cry,
this is the sweet dream,
that makes you proud and calm.
The dream boy
The dream boy shall be nice,
the dream boy shall be sweet,
the dream boy shall be cute,
the dream boy must be funny.
Of course he must be tough,
of course he must be cute,
of course he must be smart,
and most definitly handsome.
The dream boy should pass me notes,
the dream boy should be clean,
the dream boy should be cool.
The dream boy can't be mean.
The dream boy can't be conceited.
The dream boy cannot lie.
The dream boy shall not gossip.
The dream boy shall not brag.
The dream boy shall not stalk.
The dream boy will be made.
But does such a dream boy exist?
poem by Jasmine Aira
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The Sweetest Dream
I dream sweet dreams twixt fire and ice
All those things they sound so nice
I dream so rarely less and less
But when im with you im never a mess
I dream of love and of hate
But those things always seem to dissapate
I even dream when im awake
But nothing is as sweet as when im with you on the lake
I dream sweet dreams there such a bliss
All my dreams there somthing i could never miss
I dream some dreams that i just cant do
But the sweetest dream is always you
poem by Chris Urbaez
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