Back then, my idol was Bugs Bunny, because I saw a cartoon of him playing ball - you know, the one where he plays every position himself with nobody else on the field but him? Now that I think of it, Bugs is still my idol. You have to love a ballplayer like that.
quote by Nomar Garciaparra
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Bugs Bunny! !
My honey bunny
Dunt be bugs bunny
Its matter of souls
Not a flare funny
The day I found ur soul
I was cherishd with love
Isn't it funny?
My bugs bunny!
Let's make it little better
Let's do it finer
Let s do it out of grinny
My honey bunny
Dunt be bugs bunny
Loves on mind
Peace in soul
Let's not make it funny
My honey bunny
Dunt b bugs bunny
poem by Somia Race
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I have to think as Bugs Bunny, not of Bugs Bunny.
quote by Chuck Jones
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Idolatory
idolatory
many commit it
even without a trace
of an idol
for in their heart
god has become
an idol itself
day in and day out
they pray
to him for favours
and when
they are not forthcoming
god is put
in a corner
of the heart
unfit even for idols
- forgotten
and loathed
- as they look
to another idol
for favours
the devil
sure knows
the best place
to make an idol
out of god
Lot is one in
a trillion
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bugs Bunny: What's up, Doc?
line by Tex Avery
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Gail
A tree has grown on the spot
Where her body did rest
Blood seeped into the soil
From the knife in her chest
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
What a lovely young girl
Everybody would say
You can still hear her laugh
In the shadows on a cold winter's day
A dog dug up a bone and wagged it's tail
I wonder how the dog remembers Gail
The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail
I wonder how the bugs remember Gail
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The difference between the old ballplayer and the new ballplayer is the jersey. The old ballplayer cared about the name on the front. The new ballplayer cares about the name on the back.
quote by Steve Garvey
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Bugs On Our Skin
The bugs are the bugles of nature for some,
Hurting is their tip, forming a lack of power;
The bugs have diverse rules, never to understand
As their bite is on this date, and the craft is clear.
The minding of these insects is immense,
Slowly we bite them with our strategy and tactics,
It takes the army some, the reality beckons
But we are in shivers for the pain and suffering.
Huge bugs will define us, what are our habits?
Their forewings and hindwings can handle their flight
To ruin our skin, with their feeding habits.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I went to a catholic public school St Helens and learned English by watching bugs bunny cartoons.
quote by Nick Mancuso
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To love the one who loves you, To admire the one who admires you, In a word, to be the idol of one's idol, Is exceeding the limit of human joy; It is stealing fire from heaven.
quote by Delphine de Girardin
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Daze
Bugs of all types,
Crawl on the wall.
They crawl onto my body,
And I just sit there.
I stare at the TV,
And ignore the bugs.
They crawl all over me,
Up on my face,
Down my legs,
On my arms,
Everywhere.
Someone comes in,
They see all the bugs,
Covering my body now.
They scream,
And try to get me uncovered.
I just sit there,
Doing nothing but watching,
The black screen.
Once they have me uncovered,
They shake me,
But I don't come out of my daze.
I sit there,
As they call nine-one-one.
Once they get here,
They try to,
Get me out of my daze.
But even they can't.
They just leave me there,
Sitting and staring,
At a black screen.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Katy
I learned something more today I went out rabbit hunting had the hare in my bow sights and all I could hear in my head was my daughter Katy I do not want to eat bugs bunny daddy when she was small I pull back the bow and let it go, instead I sat on a mountain and ate some bread and jam, tea and look at the beauty around...me number one rule do not take more than you need, I feel another poem coming on.
poem by Thomas Mullaly
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I'll Be Your Idol Tonight
Rewrite/parody of Whitney Houston's I'm Your Baby Tonight
Inspired By American Idol
From the moment you heard me you all went outta your minds
Thought that you never believed in love at first hearing
But I got a magic that you just can't explain
Well I got a, I got a way that I make you feel
I can do, I can do anything for you baby
I'll go down for you baby
Lay all my best out for you to see and hear tonight
Just vote for me baby
I'll even throw in a little extra cash money
It's your move, so baby decide
Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight
From the second you heard me
You were ready to die
You've never been fatal, I'm your first time
I'm your angel, ready to fly
Well I got, I got a way that I make you feel
Feel I can, sing anything for you baby
I will fly
I will die for you baby
Hold on and enjoy the ride
I'm not in no hurry
Gonna fly for you all night baby
It's your move
It's your vote, now baby, let's fly
Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight
Whatever I sing honey
It's all for you baby
And ain't the truth sugar
You're falling helplessly in love with me
Gonna vote for me everytime baby
Cos I've got, I've got a way that I make you
Feel I can, feel I can sing anything, sing anything
Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight
Looks like I'm fatal
It's all on the table
And baby you hold my fate in your hands
You got the votes
And I've got to have them
I don't want just a few million
I want every last single one
I'll be your dirty pop rock angel
I'm ready, willing and able
Whatever you want me to sing is fine
Whenever you're ready, just call to hire this lady
And I'll be your idol tonight
Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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An idol of the mind is as offensive to God as an idol of the hand.
quote by Aiden Wilson Tozer
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Ride With Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Ride With The Idol
Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Better biofuels are a really big deal. That means we can precisely engineer the molecules in the fuel chain and optimize them along the way. So, if all goes well, they're going to have designer bugs in warm vats that are eating and digesting sugars to excrete better biofuels. I guess that's better living through bugs.
quote by John Doerr
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Bugs Don’t Like Fire
Bugs don’t like fire,
or smoke,
they are so little
they choke.
Bugs do breath,
But you can’t see,
they also die from
Bug spray, so please,
just find another way,
not to pollute
and take away,
Their time here today.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Bugs
What's that?
'Bugs!
They're all over the place!
And not one of them
Has the intelligence...
To take the taps off their shoes!
Why they want us to know they are around now,
When that has been known...
Long before bleeching creams,
Plastic surgery and hair processing!
Is a mystery! '
Well...
It's not who you know,
But how good you blow...
And get that flow going these days.
'Oh...
So these bugs are probably not aware,
They are only to perform 'inside' jobs?
And think being in 'here' will reveal something
They believe we can deliver?
They are 'way' off course!
We are at least 800 miles North of D.C.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Antique
Put me on the wall like she always do,
never been dusted off know she cheatin too,
beenin on the wall see everything like mini doll,
can't believe she keep blowing me off,
nothing but a antique put on a wall,
hear every sound see every fall,
see you cryin can't stand that you doing me wrong,
but its ok I forgive every winter,
when you tryin to auction me off,
can't stand that wall so dusted up there,
if I fall I'm going to break nobody cares,
Imagine me as a antique,
know it bugs you because it bugs me,
like bugs cause the glass has holes,
feeling so lonely up on a board walkway,
see you tomarrow girl in the same place,
I know she got gace but I don't see it,
when she cook bacon I have to smell it,
antique antique antique,
now lookin for change don't know if I find it,
nothing but a antique seeing & hearing everything.
poem by Tommy Laster
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Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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