Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
quote by Geoffrey Chaucer
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Busy, busy, busy
Busy, busy, busy Rick
Like a little working bee
Flying from flower to flower
Gathering sweet nectar
From dawn to dusk
Sometimes into the night
Busier than a little working bee
poem by Josephine Lee
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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I'm busier than a busy person. People aren't scared to play this raucous, harsh music over radio speakers, so I think it's the perfect time to get in with some real serious, heavy bands.
quote by Jason Newsted
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Forgetting The Word
the hands are busy
and the mind busier
the heart is
activated and blood
corpuscles are like
tourists
roaming around the
great wall of china
on top of bed
those pair of legs face the ceiling
and the mouth cannot say
any word
the tongue slips again
trying to figure out
the right word
for this
it is not about love...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Barreness Of A Busy Life
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
(Socrates)
bored as barren
a body that is bone-dry,
a walk in the desert,
dry as dust,
moistureless existence
lips parched,
a thirsty soul,
a life waterless
busy, busy, busy,
that is what you are.
beware, for soon
in seeking life
busy, busy, busy,
you lose it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
591
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere—
And even when the Snow
Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye—
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty—
'Tis His to stimulate the Earth—
And magnetize the Sea—
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by
Would deem Ourselves—the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides—emits a Thunder—
A Bomb—to justify—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Morbid Man
A man is in his morbid mood in the evening,
His knee accomplishes an arrival from the leg;
Restless and stupid, the leg shoots his weight
Up and over, like a giant in distress,
Mute like a cloth, seducing the people into its lair.
The man’s eyes are distant in aroma,
The roof is paternal for his sight.
Established seduction is from the giant,
It soothes men into deduction, for all this day.
Busy, busier than nobody,
Giants are men of strength like strong snakes.
A superman has flown to the building
And this gigantic structure falls fully
To the school of dreams as of now.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Too Busy
Too busy rushing to get to the next 'high'.
Kept addicted and detached.
To busy too disconnect,
From anything associated with accountability.
Too busy entertaining delusions kept met,
With no regrets of dismissing a seriousness.
Too busy they are protesting,
A reality of life just met and upsets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The busier we are the more leisure we have.
quote by William Hazlitt
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Actually when we stopped New Order I was busier than ever. The only gaps have been while we've been writing.
quote by Peter Hook
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The busier you are, the more interesting you are. The more you're off doing your thing and loving your job and your life, that's fascinating.
quote by Claudia Christian
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I focus on spiritual wealth now, and I'm busier, more enthusiastic, and more joyful than I have ever been.
quote by John Templeton
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Elisha Cook was a darling, and full of the devil. A wired - up little fellow who was always busy, busy, busy.
quote by Marie Windsor
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A Diction Addiction
Busy wizzy likes to move it
Busy wizzy likes to prove it
‘I want to make a figure to hail
I want to make a mast to sail
To sail and sing a hymn or chant
I’ll evenly rhyme or slightly slant
Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’
Busy wizzy likes to paint it
Pedant precise with a masking tape
You think it’s cool, so cool ain’t it
To sit on a die with an ode to an ape?
‘I’ll rape some locks Alexander style
Fairy full cushions for a dame or two
Just sit on a die and wait a while
With verses and cations sitting too.
Cause I’m busy wizzy I like to move it
I’m busy wizzy I like to prove it’
Busy wizzy likes to make it
To look so nice anyone can get it
But it’s not cool not cool to fake it
So please if busy don’t be at it.
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Busy
hectic ecclectic that's a busy week
a little bit of this and a little bit of that
but the ends made never really met
busy people busy lines
coping day by day
a fee to add to membership fines
life's not ok...not ok
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Dragonflies
Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who can tell your stories?
Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
are you working,
or just playing?
Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
why don't you come
and rest beside me.
Dragonflies
why so busy,
why so many?
Is there anyone of you
who wants to hear my story?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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The community of poets I belong to is not as close as it used to be, if only for the fact that our lives have become busier: jobs, children, and the like.
quote by John Barton
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Look at me please, I am just above you
Look at me please
I am just above you
Overlooking the
Movement of each of you
But no one finds time
To look at me
And appreciate
The great services
I am rendering
Look at me please
I am just above you
On a branch that has
Taken a sun-light driven bent
And magnanimously
Arching over the busy road
Where all types of vehicles rush
Day in and day out
Look at me please
I am just above you
And am busy always
And busier when sun light
Falls on me, as I have to
Do a lot of processing
Within me and help my holder
Grow, blossom and fructify
For your use and later
For establishment of
My holder’s replicas
Look at me please
I am just above you
Capturing your carbon dioxide
Emissions and converting them
To energy molecules
But, you see, we are engulfed
Nowadays with so much of that gas
And finding it difficult to make use
Of everything you emit
Factually, we are suffocating
With the same gas, which used
To be our food delight
Look at me please
I am just above you
And I am none other than
The broad leaf attached
To the teak tree planted
Long back within your
Office boundary wall
Got established and standing tall
Despite being not well taken care
Thriving just on the little water
And the soil nutrients
Sapped by the root system
Look at me please
I am just above you
Working for you
Breathing out
Your much required
Life supporting gas
We, the nature’s creations
Do not do anything in excess
We aspire only for
Decent and sustained living
We act matching
Just the demand of that time
Look at me please
I am just above you
Please do not do anything
That can create
A non-manageable situation
And that will end up
In elimination of
All living beings, including you
Check your energy-intensive habits
That is the only way
For your sustained stay
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The funeral
My death would be a piece of news,
Or utmost a surprise or a relief
And in no way a pain or a grief.
Inmates would be busy for my dispatch,
Some would weep and some would be gloomy
As they are there supposed to.
Heirs would be busy in sorting my things.
To see me off, all are busy;
Thank God, I am not there to see.
08.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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