Who quick be to borrow and slow be to pay, their credit is naught, go they ever so gay.
quote by Thomas Tusser
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Slow Folks
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.
They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.
Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winning At The Game Of Monopoly
May I ask a question?
'Sure.'
Will my good credit rating,
Allow me to borrow more money?
Well
Look at it this way.
Think of yourself as winning,
At the game of 'Monopoly'.
'Okay.
But any money I win isn't real.'
Think of taking those winnings,
To a bank.
'But I will be laughed at.'
And
Your point is what?
What do you think your good credit rating,
Is going to return?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dance Band
Watch them go one two three
Im so happy and so is she
In a danceband
Show slow quick quick slow
Heel to hell and toe to toe
In a danceband
You can do the bosanova
till the night is through
You know gay gordon
You can meet him too
But when you hear that tune
One and one makes two
Dont step on my toes
song performed by by Xtc
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When I Borrow
I borrow some blue from the sky,
Pour them on my sadness
And living becomes joy!
I borrow some laughter from the spring,
Rub them over my face
And returns my happiness!
I borrow a little of the tree's selflessness
Plant them in my heart
And living becomes caring for others!
I borrow some radiance of the sun,
Store them in my eyes
And all darkness is illumined!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.
People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.
The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!
I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.
Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anger Nonetheless
Slow to anger
And quick to anger
Anger nonetheless
You are the thief who has
Robbed me of all my patience
i will flee from your presence
i cannot promise my fists
Will relent
i wish you were a frog
You could change with just a kiss
To brace you will make me toad
i could fill pails with tears
How i loved you
And your love was a trick
A tug of an ear
You didn't know how
You loved me
And only thought of yourself
Your selfish deeds
When i flee do not be quick
To remember me
i was another one of your kicks
Was one of many
Be glad for me
That i don't have you
Slow to anger
And quick to anger
Anger nonetheless
poem by Deci Hernandez
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Quick
Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
Quick to define something wrong.
Quick to complain about it,
All day long.
Quick to sit to nitpick and pull apart.
As if this quickness was intended from the start.
Quick to resist a comprehension that exist.
Quick to allow a temper tantrum fit.
Quick to whip up excuses...
And split to disappear.
Quick to discover the nearest exit!
That's what troublemakers do...
When they stir up others in raging fits!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quick And Bitter
The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love
of your body which came
between them.
And when I entered into you
it seemed then that great happiness
could be measured with precision
of sharp pain. Quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand—
'Let's be sensible' and similiar curses.
And as we stray further from love
we multiply the words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together
we could have become a silence.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Credit In The Straight World
And I will awake
Your highness- Im so high I cannot walk
And I will awake
You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy
No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetals dree
My bitter [ ] legless caress
Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world, wont you try?
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world you will die
Its the credit in the straight world
Leave your money when you die
Lots of credit in the straight world gets you high
I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world, you will die
song performed by by Hole
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You can always make a film somehow. You can beg, borrow, steal the equipment, use credit cards, use your friends' goodwill, wheedle your way into this or that situation. The real problem is, how do you get people to see it once it is made?
quote by Walter Murch
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Politics
We move, the wheel must always move,
Nor always on the plain,
And if we move to such a goal
As wisdom hopes to gain,
Then you that drive, and know your Craft.
Will firmly hold the rein,
Nor lend an ear to random cried,
Or you may drive in vain,
For some cry ‘Quick’ and some cry ‘Slow’
But, while the hills remain,
Up hill ‘Too-slow’ will need the whip,
Down hill ‘Too-quick’ the chain.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Before the arrival of the Credit Union, people who were from the poor background or a working class background couldn't borrow from banks.
It's Been...Too Long, A Wait For Me
If you want romance,
Is there still a chance...
You could slip away,
From your quick and grab it habits...
And be fully medicated.
If you want romance,
Is there still a chance...
You could slip away,
From your quick and grab it habits...
And be fully medicated.
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
I feel I should grab to have it.
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
I feel I should grab to have it.
If you want romance,
Is there still a chance...
You could slip away,
From your quick and grab it habits...
And be fully medicated.
It's been...
Too long a wait for me.
Do I stand a chance?
It's been...
Too long,
A wait from me.
Could there be romance,
To have our hearts continue dancing?
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
And my heart is mended now,
With no sorrows that I borrow.
Or drag in to meet tomorrow.
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
With no sorrows that I borrow.
And a heart that's mended now.
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
With no sorrows that I borrow.
And a heart that's mended now.
It's been...
Too long,
A wait for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shehanu
Tomorrow, borrow, sorrow;
But it dates back! !
And today you will still borrow.
Morrow, borrow, sorrow;
But it dates back! !
And today you will still borrow.
Then comes tomorrow for your sorrow!
And like the Egyptian Obelisk;
But, your love is unsurpassed.
Pressure, sure, pure, jure, sure, lure, cure;
And from the things to come!
But, i am Shehanu in your neighbourhood.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires.
quote by Beverly Sills
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A Flow of Love
Yeah!
Slow and Slow
ye stare
with eyes-
eyes innocent
as doe
Slow and Slow
you emptied
my cup
A cup
of woe
Slow and Slow
ye vanquished
my foes
hidden
inner foes
Slow and Slow
Ye pour
A wine of joy
in a goblet
with glow
Slow and Slow
Ye stamp
my cells
from
head to toe
Slow and slow
Ye weed out
ignorance
with your
divine hoe
Slow and slow
Ye open
petals
of my mind
for glorious show
Slow and slow
you rescued
me from claws
A dangerous
Maya's claws
Slow and slow
you weeded
out my flaws
habitual
mortal flaws
Slow and slow
Ye brought me
under yoke
A yoke
of divine law
Slow and slow
please come
in my life
with your
majestic flow
Because
Our separation
waiting on death row
our rendezvous
hot desert in a
storm of snow
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
26/01/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Now between '45 and '48, things would change enormously, 'cos we'd had credit in United States, credit from the Bank of America, credit from the Import-Export Bank and people had started working again.
quote by Gianni Agnelli
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The Encounter
Well, how nice to see you,
My, what a surprise,
Gosh, it's definitely ages,
How the time flies,
How are you fairing?
Oh, I'm certainly glad,
Me, well as things go,
There's been some good, some bad,
What brings you back here then,
Is it for a long stay,
Where have you come from,
Goodness, that's quite a way,
You must love the sunshine,
You've a lovely deep tan,
Yes, my other half's okay,
How's yours, was it Dan,
It; s Pete, you've remarried,
Taken on a new name,
Well it seems all the rage,
Got friends, doing the same,
Still one needs to have someone,
Life's really too short,
Do you still play your tennis,
You always liked sport,
Me, no I keep fit
Just walking the dog,
I'm not into exercise,
I don't even jog,
Do I remember the dancing?
Heck, the slow, quick, quick, slow,
Here we are in our sixties,
Memories are beginning to flow,
Well, I must say goodbye now,
Have fun with your folk,
Hopefully next time you're over,
You'll still have the same bloke.
My little joke! .
What was his name? .
poem by Ernestine Northover
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