A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.
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A three-year-old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.
quote by Bill Vaughan
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That Fifty Year Old Woman
That fifty year old woman
she is someones mother
that fifty year old woman
she is someones lover
them fifty years of her life
unseen by a cover.
Covered by the leaves
from the autumn trees is the grass
surrounded by blue tape
and nosey people who pretend to pass
a group of actors walk by
they have come from a history class
to make history new
with conversation with questions to ask.
A fifty year old woman
in an autumn so cold
a fifty year old woman
seen dark winter unfold
them fifty years of life
it is all we are told.
The actors, they didn't get any information
they did not get pictures
nothing known about the situation
nothing at all to discuss
fifty years of age is all thats said
on the morning paper on the fifty bus
thats all thats said
a fifty year old woman, shes found dead.
That fifty year old woman
shes not someones mother
that fifty year old woman
how she had no lover
them fifty years of life
unseen by a cover.
That fifty year old woman
she was quoted in the paper today
that fifty year old woman will be gone tomorrow
the writers they will show no sorrow
because its the way things work
as people pass
she no longer lies on grass
shes covered in dirt.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Canadians Should Vote Or Else Mar 2nd,2011
Canadians who don’t vote should get a fifty-dollar fine,
If their social insurance numbers do not show on a ballot line,
And this will show on their next year’s income tax return
Where the fifty-dollar addition might indeed show some concern.
Canadians should have binding referendums to control politicians,
Who seem to have their own hidden agendas and secret conditions,
Death with dignity should be a referendum question,
So those waiting around to die can at least get some suggestions.
Recall of useless politicians should be up for debate,
And passed into law to stop politicians who only skate,
Supreme Court, Parole Boards and Senate should be elected,
So that the present cozy relationship can be rejected.
Mar 2nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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I'm Bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I was bas born
I'd be badder when I die
I'm bad when I am sober
I'm badder when I'm high
I'm when I feel good
I'm bad when I'm blue
I'm bad to myself
So I'll be bad to you
So I'll be bad to you
I should've been good
Look at the trouble I've had
I would if I could
But I'm just bad
bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
I'm, bad and I'm alive
I'll be badder when I'm dead
I'm bad in my body
man I'm badder in the head
I'm bad in the bed
Something wrong from the start
Guilt in my mind
Evil in my heart
Evil in my heart
I don't need to be happy
I don't care if I'm sad
I don't care about nothin'
Cause I'm bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
Don't lend me a dollar
Don't lend me a dime
Don't lend me your wife
She'll have a good time
I'm bad in my car
I'm badder when I'm home
I'm bad when I'm with you
And I'm badder all alone
I'm a low down worm
I'm a conquering worm
I'm a blood-suckin' worm
I'm a slime baitin' worm
I'll put you on the hook
And I'll watch you squirm
I could never learn
Any young turks new tricks
I could never learn
Not to kick against the pricks
Things go from bad to worse
Sometimes it makes me glad
That I was born
Under the Curse of being bad bad bad bad bad
bad bad bad bad
Don't lend me a dollar
Don't lend me dime,
Don't lend me your wife
She'll have a good time
Don't lend me a twenty,
Don't lend me a ten,
If you lend me a hundread
You'll
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Which Flower Is This
Which flower is this? They don’t have penny Candy
Anymore- They have plenty of dollar stores
With dollar candy, which used to be penny candy:
They aren’t accepting applications; they’ve got a stack
Of them so high,
The skyscrapers cause falls of shadows in the heart of
A Midwestern city,
But not enough time: I write this because I brag I
Gave a hobo all my pennies today,
Two fifty cent pieces I stole from home:
They were both worth fifty cents;
He can buy a little beer. Look at the scars on
This side of my face, mirror- Now look away;
And I haven’t been to visit your grave, I’m sorry;
I’m too depressed to get out the door- Its too long a drive
Now that you’re my neighbor, honey-
Those silent green neighborhoods they don’t make anymore.
Now its all cemeteries:
Like Viking Kings in their houses, what great dogs
And chattel rubbed together it makes for
Slender tourism: I’ve seen her jogging everywhere, and her
Hair cascades the autumn where so many leaves sleep
Upon my floor.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The major material advantage, financial advantage from having a reserve currency is that between 200 and 300 billion dollar bills, that may be twenty, fifty, hundred dollar bills as well as ones, exist in the world - a lot of them in Russia as you all know I'm sure.
quote by Robert C. Solomon
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Swings
Swings Swings
are funny things
you swing your head back
and maybe even sing
you do your thing
you swing and swing
but always ring because
swings swings
are funny things
this random poem is dediced to my friend Madeline Who loves swings (lol)
poem by Jessica Hendrix
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Part 4: The fish saves the worm
The big-mouth fish, snatched the worm.
As the worm was afraid; a small piece of him,
was left, on the sharp object.
The fish cuddle him, in his mouth.
Swimming as fast as he can;
to make it, close to the shore.
The fish, spit him out, on the land.
As the worm landed, he look toward the fish.
And said, ' thank you for not eating me? '
I wish you well, the fish said. Take care!
As the worm grind his way, toward a new place.
Knowing this ain't his home, the ground was moist.
He drilled a hole, and discover a new home.
The End....
poem by Derrick Clark
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My Walk IV: Autumn
Reds, browns, yellows and green
Amber, orange and gold
Halloween in Autumn seen
For us all, to behold
Crisp Autumn days
Leaves under foot crackle
Not long to stay
Hear some Ravens hackle.
Breath forming a small cloud
In the chill of the morn
A child's sharp intake loud
Happy faces never forlorn.
Sharp blue skies
So clear and clean
Birds on wing, to hibernation fly
Nature holding itself up to be seen
Winter soon to be calling
Holding within its bitter cold
As leaves continue falling
Another year gone, another year old.
poem by Robert Green
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Even if the dollar does decline during the coming months, the delays in the response of exports and imports to the more competitive dollar will mean that the increase in aggregate demand from this source may not happen for a year or more.
quote by Martin Feldstein
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It Is Not Malicious At All
Everything but the truth is accepted.
And 'if' you are blessed,
Knowing what it is...
It is like finding a rare jewel.
Having discovered...
Like a misplaced twenty dollar bill,
It is not malicious at all!
In fact...
Finding it has made you happy.
You may wish your ambitions,
To share this growth process...
One of the most frustrating tasks
You have selected as a challenge!
Either you will be classified as crazed?
Be prepared.
Or...
You will be gossiped,
As doing 'something' illegal...
That has to be investigated!
'Something' scandalous has put a smile on your face.
And small town 'folk' will get to the bottom of it!
If they have to lie to do it!
However...
Those who are protective,
Of their peace of mind...
And truth combined?
May choose to be creative,
By spreading rumors on themselves.
This procedure enhances and controls,
The demographics one wishes to attract.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing us but only in between us
In finding you
I find me, in looking for you
You look for me, so in finding you finding me,
We finally find out, there is nothing us but only
You and me finding you and me, there is really
No us, just some things between us, always finding
You and me finding you always finding two
Not one, nothing one, but always two, a separate
You finding me and me finding you in this search in futility
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Swings of Childhood
Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet
poem by Naji Almurisi
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The Green Starling
When you look at the green starling
it screams in the long grass,
gleams green in the morning dew
and catches your eye
as it comes out of a hole, out of a tree,
as it picks up insects at a small stream
as it comes out,
as it comes out
as if caught in your daydream.
When you look at the green starling
it sparkles here and there
as if it sometimes is holding onto rays
and it warbles
stretches out under the sun,
view it as a red balloon
stretches out
stretches out
and it would fly away if it could.
When you look at the green starling
it pecks at a sorrel
when at times it holds onto a big worm
before it sings a song of joy
flies up fluttering, spreading its wings
and for moments distract you,
flies up fluttering
flies up fluttering
and so a whole mornings swishes past.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Fifty Eight Years
fifty eight years,
step after step...
pathways of stone,
of water, of wind...
no footprints behind.
small fires on dark nights,
waves of stillness opening...
the eyes of the breathing surround.
touch! touch!
echoing against the roar.
words sealed on paper
for future fires!
when scars become gifts
left on strangers' doorsteps...
for there are no strangers,
soul unto soul.
step after step,
rain falling softly.
smoke from the chimney,
hangs like a prayer.
face to face,
lips touching lips,
a small bag of dreams
left under a child's pillow.
fifty eight years.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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57 Channels
I bought a bourgeois house in the hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable tv
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So i hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my japanese car
I came home and i pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All i got was a note that said "bye-bye john
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
So i bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of elvis well i just let it blast
'til my tv lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "what you got in your defense son?"
"fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Click here to listen to Precious Moments
Precious Moments My child's first steps
As he falters along
Are forever recorded
In my precious song
My child's laughter
Is music to my ear
And never forgotten
No matter what the year
My child's tiny hand
Slipped into mine
So small and soft
As we both entwine
My child's sparkling eyes
So blue and bright
Reveal when he's happy
And things are just right
My child's warm hug,
And his gentle kiss too
Add to the precious moment,
When he says, "I love you!"
poem by Evelyn Hilpp Heslin
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A Child Is Born: From Far
there was a TV commercial
about saving a child
from a miserable deadly fate.
as soon as thecommercial popped up,
I asked my roommate:
why you do not help
with a dollar or two to save
that child?
look at her,
she is a beautiful child!
-there is no ugliness in a child, just look close. The ugly part is when one remembers oneself as one looks at a child.-
My roommate
became angry and agitated
when he saw an African, Latino, or Asian starving child
he always say:
''let them die
you can not help them,
just wait, they will grow up and
will kill each other anyway.
let them die,
it is a waste.''
poem by Atef Ayadi
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New Year
WHITE year, white year,
Muffled soft in snow,
A diamond spray whose gems are gone
Before their grace we know,
A crystal-coated spray whose hours
Melt when looked upon,
Hoarfrost stars and hoarfrost flowers,
White year!
Green year, green year,
Sweet with sun and showers,
A windblown spray whose blossoms bright
Are the seven-colored hours,
A dancing spray whose leaves are days,
A spray whose leaves delight
In azure gleam and silver haze,
Green year!
New Year, new year
From rosy leaf to gold,
A shining spray on the Tree of Time
Where myriad sprays unfold,
A spray so fair that God may see
And gather it, bloom and rime,
To deck the doors of Eternity,
New Year!
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Swings And Roundabouts
Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
and then swings down
until we wonder if
it will ever swing up again.
At times life is a roundabout
and catapults us into circles
around and around and around
making us dizzy and disorientated
and keeping us wondering
will it ever stop.
Swings and roundabouts
inherit our lives at every turn.
20 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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