The world is filled with air bases.
quote by John C. Shepard
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After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.
quote by Mickey Mantle
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The world of the commodity is a world updside-down, which bases itself not upon life but upon the transformation of life into work.
quote by Raoul Vaneigem
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A World Yet Saved
When | you look at me...
...here's what I see:
a world without hate,
a world without fear,
a world without hunger and sickness and sin.
a world full of love,
a world full of cheer,
a world full of plenty and healing and joy.
When | God looks at us...
...here's what He sees:
a world stained with bad,
a world stained with wrong,
a world stained with blood debt of many a man.
a world filled with filth,
a world filled with soot,
yet a world saved by naught but the blood of Jesus.
The World Is In Pain
This world was once as bright as gold
With happy people young and old
But then as the people tell
To the evil goodness began to sell
The world wasn’t as bad as it is
With people’s tears coming out as rain
It wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
And as the darkness began to prevail
So says the story tellers tale
From bad to worse, and worse to worst
It felt as if the whole world would burst
The world wasn’t filled with all sorts of crimes
With all the people going insane
The world wasn’t filled with killers and bandits
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
Now evil is ruling and angels are dieing
No truth is there and the people are lying
And as the truth is overpowered by lie
Over all places the dark clouds fly
The world wasn’t filled with lies
With search of truth ending in vain
The world wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
poem by Vidushi Khera
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My Old Footlocker
My footlocker holds another world
in which I like to travel,
And my thoughts seem to be real
as slowly they begin to unravel.
An old military footlocker tightly packed
with memorabilia of former bases
look travel-packed and offers me
a fantasy ticket to former places.
Outmoded garb folded neatly
suggesting early military styling,
and instantly my present thoughts
with military service are reconciling.
A footlocker filled with many memories
transfers me from this present plane -
with eyes half closed, in humbleness,
I am a soldier again.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Welcome To My World
Welcome to my world
filled with love and hilarity.
Welcome to my world
built for you and me.
You open the door
and a welcome waits just for you,
a warm drink and a friendly chat.
Welcome to my world
filled with love and care.
If you lose, your way
there is a candle in the window
welcoming anyone
to stop and come in.
Welcome to my world
where the only tears you will shed
will be through the laughter there.
Come in and sit,
take the burdens off your mind.
You will always find a welcome
within this world of mine.
23 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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I always ask two questions: How many countries have military bases in the United States? And in how many countries does the United States not have military bases?
quote by Jose Saramago
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Depp
The wonderment of nature and the late bloomer!
But the bases of her emotions are influenced by alcohol;
And now, she lies down in a fantasy world.
Two melons in a sack,
And of the Great White River around it! !
But, take a lesson from the King and move on with your life.
The world of thoughts,
The world of love,
The world of wars!
The world of peace;
There is something if you eat you will die! !
And, if you don't, you will surely die as well;
But, what is it?
Oh, beautiful blue water!
You are better seen than read;
And like pre-matures who need to check their breasts always! !
For, they hurry to expose their bodies in the name of lust.
My name is Depp and,
I am in the middle of the court;
But, the golden age of love is now around me!
However, many are far behind the glass walls of technology today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nicole Weir
Into this world
Born quiet and sweet.
So gracious and cute
No one can dispute.
Just like her Mother
And she like her Mother before.
Inquisitive, aggressive
But humble whom others adore.
No one can imagine
What her future can bring
But regardless of her problems
I know she will lift her voice
And continue to sing.
A song filled with comfort
A song filled with love.
A song filled with joy
A song filled with peace.
A song from the heart
A song sent from above.
poem by Cecelia Weir
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God willing, we shall come to a stage where the world looks at the Palestinian question, and Palestinian rights on Palestinian national soil, as well as the questions of the occupied Syrian and Lebanese territories. These are the bases on which peace will be built.
quote by King Hussein I
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A World Filled With Hate
This world is filled with hate
Hate against life
Hate against your friends
Hate against your pet
Hate against the rain
Hate against a busdriver
Hate against your teacher
Hate against your parents
Hate against your brothers and sisters
Hate against a difficult game
Hate against your job
Hate against the way you live
Hate against your body
Hate against a withering flower
Hate against a not-working car
Hate against someone hurting you
Hate against a child that doesn't obey
Hate against the cloudy sky
Hate against God
Hate against the death
So much hate in everyone of us
We're filled with it
But only a little dropp of love
In this hate filled world
Could overcome every bit of hate
poem by Angel of Death
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Analysis Of Baseball
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn’t
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.
Bat waits
for ball
to mate.
Ball hates
to take bat’s
bait. Ball
flirts, bat’s
late, don’t
keep the date.
Ball goes in
(thwack) to mitt,
and goes out
(thwack) back
to mitt.
Ball fits
mitt, but
not all
the time.
Sometimes
ball gets hit
(pow) when bat
meets it,
and sails
to a place
where mitt
has to quit
in disgrace.
That’s about
the bases
loaded,
about 40,000
fans exploded.
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
the mitt,
the bases
and the fans.
It’s done
on a diamond,
and for fun.
It’s about
home, and it’s
about run.
poem by May Swenson
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Cracks
A long log time ago
When I was bright and new
I thought all the world was good
And evil far and few
But now as I have grown with age
I know the horrid facts
The world is not a perfect place
It's filled with lots of cracks
Some cracks filled with terror
Others filled with death
Many crawling with dark beasts
That steal away your breath
Caverns full of darkness
Streams of flowing blood
Chambers where the inoccent lie
Naked in the mud
Demons run amuck here
In the place we call the world
Where log ago the angels flew
And inoccent children twirled
That joyous place has burnned to ash
In a thousand roaring fires
And in the ruins of the flames
Run murderers, thieves, and liars
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Heights
We fly to heights;
then sink to depths.
Like birds that fly in the sky;
but pick their feeds from earth.
Like plains that travel in the air;
but gather passengers from the ground.
Like great mountains, towering in glory,
but are founded on their bases.
Great men are small!
They bow to wash others feet,
they get their hands dirty,
to clean up the mess.
The greatest things on earth are small
But there are no mountains without bases
And no wave fails to see the shores
No bird feeds in the air
Heights are sweet but we soon come back home
The greatest imperfection lies in heights
The only temptations come from pride
There’s no warmth in heights
We strive for heights but fall to depths
Heights are never real.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Step on with me on my steps
Oh baby step on with me on my steps
I will take you to the world you never been
Keep your eyes closed
World out there is ugly
I am neither god nor a hero
To take you on a smooth journey
Neither any god nor hero would come
To save us from our miseries
Hold me tight & close your eyes
Trust me till the end
And step on with me on my steps
To drive the miseries away
Oh baby! step on with me on my steps
To see a beautiful world
A world filled with happiness & joy
A world filled with love & smile
poem by Vijay Sherigar
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Run
By lamont dozier
Love on my mind, I used to be
Living it up, fancy free,
Then one night it came to an end;
I met that girl and the trouble began.
Something inside of me keeps on telling me to run.
Whatcha gonna do to me?
Something inside of me keeps on telling me to run.
Whatcha gonna do to me?
I was hooked with just one look,
Easy prey, childs play.
I knew this girl was no one night stand;
Felt just like putty in her hands.
Chorus
Got no answers, got no cure,
But one thing I know for sure:
This is the girl, shes the one.
She makes it so hard for me to run.
Chorus
People tell me,
You might as well face it, shes covered all the bases.
You might as well face it, shes covered all the bases.
Chorus
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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I have only one superstition... Touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
quote by George Herman
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I have only one superstition. I touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
Backyard Nukes
The air is dark with ash and smoke,
the cities filled with mutant folk.
The crops grow bent with a bluish tinge,
when an ant is seen the children cringe.
'And what, ' you ask. 'Has happened here,
'to a world once filled with so much cheer? '
The answer, friend, is not so great,
The world is lost to a terrible fate
You see a warning was once ignored
by a little genius who was just too bored.
He built a thing from junkyard parts
then blew it up to make some charts.
He did it again to fill in the rest,
and topped it off with a third nuke test.
Then one last time with no rebukes,
he changed the world with his backyard nukes.
poem by Poet Dragon
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Astonishing Forest
Where the house filled with living
The house continuously giving
Where the house filled with nature
The house filled with adventure
Anything can survive
With the nature it provides
Where the house filled with grass
The house filled with hedges, bushes and plants
Canopy trees be it rain or shine
Will be there for you at any time
Where the green house filled with fresh air
Will shelter you in the heavy rain
O the house of beauty
O the house of sound
So much variety is yet to be found
poem by Sehar Zaman
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