I was in advertising for years. That was cushy, you know? It's pretty cushy in a lot of ways, but I hated it.
quote by Augusten Burroughs
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More Confetti Please!
They would like it,
With cream and berries
Topped with a lollipop!
They wish it to be...
Scented with lilac.
And glaring with a rainbow,
Nonstop!
And with Robins and Morning doves,
To sing.
With a Sun beaming on a clear horizon.
They...
Want it all.
And cushy.
As cushy as a tush can be!
They want a life that's free...
Of rain.
'More confetti please! '
They would like it,
With cream and berries
Topped with a lollipop!
They wish it to be...
Scented with lilac.
And glaring with a rainbow,
Nonstop!
And with Robins and Morning doves,
To sing.
With a Sun beaming on a clear horizon.
They...
Want it all.
And cushy.
As cushy as a tush can be!
They want a life that's free...
Of rain.
As cushy as a tush can be!
Yes,
They do...
Want it all.
And free,
Of rain!
'What do you mean...
You've run out of confetti? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Friendship with romance!
So you want a piece of my
Rosy, cushy, juicy pie
I’m afraid, without romance on supply
This refined lady is not going to comply
Before into my world
You make your entrance
Remember this lady loves romance
So how about friendship with romance
Maybe you may stand a chance
Send me sweet roses once in a while
Make it your number one style
I need you now, not as a lover
If that is your immediate aim
You’ll be sucked out of my life with a hover
So how about friendship with romance
Now and then, take me out to dance
Hypnotise me, enchant me in a trance
With words and your exquisite rainbow smile
Don’t just tell me, ‘you fancy me’
I’ll buzz these words to you like a bee
Go take a hike by the sea
Till you roast and dry
So you want a taste of my
Rosy, cushy, juicy delicious pie
I’m afraid, without romance on supply
This refined lady is not going to comply
You have no money! That’s no excuse
There are so many different ways to amuse
I love romance
I eat romance
I sleep romance
Send me little sweet notes
Put them in a bottle
Out in the sea to float
I love romance with a passion
Mesmerise me with some imagination
Don’t try pushy or bushy
There is simply no chance without romance
Of the sweet taste
Of my rosy, cushy, juicy delicious pie
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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You can never get to a place of comfort in this business. As soon as you hit that little cushy spot, somebody's gonna kick you out. So I have a constant need to do it better.
quote by Charlize Theron
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Goose Feather Down
A comfortable king size bed,
to rest my body and heavy head.
with stuffing of goose feather down,
Silky soft and luxurious all round.
My pillow is so cushy light,
Happy dreams each and every night.
Reflections They Deem to Be Eternally Wounding
With an ease not many have led to please,
Such a cushy and pampered existence.
Although some have done it,
To satisfy themselves.
And tease those with perceived jealousies.
While those who labor with sweat to savor...
Are the ones who have priorities.
And benefactors of blessings received.
Leaving those envious unhappy.
Since they are born to believe,
Those who deceive and feed their greed...
Are the ones chosen.
And they are,
Chosen!
To mark and victimize themselves.
Hating images they wish could be changed.
With reflections they deem to be eternally wounding.
And no belief of God.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Show Me Thy Ways, O Lord
(words & music hazel shade)
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
Jesus was more than just a man from galilee
Christ the son of god, he died for you and me
They scorched him and walked him upon in delight (? )
Still jesus loved them, forgave and he cried
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
Show me thy ways, o lord
Help me love when Im hated
Spread joy unabated
Show me thy ways, o lord
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Play Guitar
You may drive around in your town
Ina brand new shiny car
Your face in the wind your haircut's in
And your friends think you're bizarre
you may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far
But if you really want to taste some cool success
You better learn to play guitar
CHORUS:
Play guitar--play guitar (3X)
You got your eye on the cheerleader queen
you're walkin' her home from school
You know that she's only seventeen
She's gonna make you a fool
You know you can't touch this stuff
Without money or a brand new car
Let me give you some good advice young man
You better learn to play guitar
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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To Mary Jane...
My dear, when I am with you
I find myself getting lost...
Getting lost in the ambiance
Of your summer sweet music
Playing as soft as a whisper
In the genius loci background
Getting lost in the distant depths
Of your green earth eyes
That simulate your boundless world
Of inexhaustible possibilities
Getting lost in the resplendency
Of your sun reflected smile
And lost inside
The floral envelope of your heart
Blossoming everlastingly
In your warmth
But frankly dear
I don't need to be found
Because I have found
What I've been looking for
The cushy current through your love
poem by Michael Fischer
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Fight to a Finish
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying,
And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street
To cheer the soldiers who’d refrained from dying,
And hear the music of returning feet.
‘Of all the thrills and ardours War has brought,
This moment is the finest.’ (So they thought.)
Snapping their bayonets on to charge the mob,
Grim Fusiliers broke ranks with glint of steel,
At last the boys had found a cushy job.
. . . .
I heard the Yellow-Pressmen grunt and squeal;
And with my trusty bombers turned and went
To clear those Junkers out of Parliament.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Christmas in in Lisbon
Christmas in Lisbon (1974)
The day before Christmas the Atlantic was in a frenzy
it was with relief when we turned starboard and met
the softer water of Tagus.
We birthed far from town, on a double Decker Bus
I had bumpy drive into town. I good meal and wine,
just sting sitting there reading newspapers.
Rang my wife to hear a friendly voice, she asked if I
was drunk since I sounded so chirpy. Put down the phone
Drank some more wine and aimlessly walked about.
Picked up an cushy prostitute, needed a warm body
next to mine, In the morning I took a taxi back and
a new long, laborious shipboard day began.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Chances
I mind as 'ow the night afore that show
Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,
"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,
First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it."
"Ah well," says Jimmy, -- an' 'e's seen some scrappin' --
"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;
Ye get knocked out; else wounded -- bad or cushy;
Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy."
One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.
T'other was hurt, like, losin' both 'is props.
An' one, to use the word of 'ypocrites,
'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.
Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise God Almighty
(Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty),
But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;
'E reckoned 'e'd five chances, an' 'e's 'ad;
'E's wounded, killed, and pris'ner, all the lot --
The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Nothing Left To Auction
Those who hated,
Now find themselves to be naked.
And..
Without escapes,
To re-address a fate that awaits.
Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
And now naked.
Those who hated can't fake it.
Or look for those escapes...
That chased away,
The others from the gates.
They now are naked!
Together and can't fake it.
Those with time to hate...
Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.
'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'
Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.
Isolated and outraged.
By their own selfish ways.
'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I always hated the part when I had to look pretty. I love that I don't have to look pretty.
quote by Marsha Mason
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A sonnet - On Rashmika's Wedding
A sonnet - On Rashmika's Wedding
As white-mist chill fine descends too low
Over thy abode atop a mountain high
Ye, the daughter of fair one lofty above
Couched, comforted in life cool, cushy though
Little birds chirp perched on creepers low
Wake gently, rich Sam's sweet pet
As east's eye in the sky doth open
Gently, too gently wake and see without
A charming, young lad, too stately person
Presented here, young dame's hands to take
Blush thee? ! Behold him in bloom full
To clasp, to wed and in sweet bond fuse
For Angels, Cherubims, men and women all
Bless anon, shower flowers on couple at ease.
- Ramesh Iyengar
English Teacher
(2009-2010)
St Peter's, Kodaikanal.
poem by Ramesh Iyengar
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My Pretty One
Well, I've dreamed about today.
The same dream in many ways.
But I never thought I'd be here,
Be here with you, my pretty one.
Well, I've searched the whole world through.
To find someone whoooo,
Would make this dream come true.
It's you and only you, my pretty one.
Pretty one, I long to hold you.
Through the night, I want to hold you.
Pretty one, has no one told you,
I love you.
Any day and you will find me,
Full of joy when you're beside me.
In a moment like this,
Could it be what I've missed all my life.
Well, I've dreamed about today.
The same dream in sooooo many ways.
But nothing can compare with,
Compare with you, my pretty one.
Well, I love your smile.
And I love your eyes.
And the way you talk, makes me feel so nice.
Nothing can compare with the way you are.
And I need you now, as I write this song.
Did I hear you say you're the only woman,
From a lonely prayer I am in the air.
Well, I've dreamed about today.
The same dream in sooooo many ways.
But nothing can compare with,
Compare with you my pretty one.
But I never thought I'd be here,
Be here with you my pretty one.
Pretty one, I long to hold you.
Through the night, I want to hold you.
Pretty one has no one told you,
I love you.
Any day and you will find me,
Full of joy when you're beside me.
In a moment like this,
Could it be what I've missed all my life.
Well, I've dreamed about today.
The same dream in sooooo many ways.
But nothing can compare with,
Compare with you my pretty one.
No nothing can compare with,
Compare with you my pretty one.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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When it went on the air, the sales department hated it. It was the highest advertising pullout show in the history of NBC. At the early focus groups, people were saying, 'Who are these people? Why should we watch them?
I'm closer to being happy. I'm doing things that make me happy. In football I loved to practice and I loved to play, but I hated to be in meetings, hated to talk to the media, hated to have cameras in my face, hated to sign autographs. I hated to do all those things.
quote by Ricky Williams
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Treat Me Rough
When I was born, they found a silver spoon in my mouth
And so I always had the best of care
When winter came up north, of course they motored me south
Where I was princess in our villa there
Tutors and headwaiters fawned on me
Life was just a bore till it dawned on me
The cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun
From now on, some manhandling must be done
So treat me rough
Muss my hair
Dont you dare to handle me with care
Im no innocent child, baby
Keep on treating me wild
Treat me rough
Pinch my cheek
Kiss and hug and squeeze me
'till Im weak
Ive been pampered enough, baby
Keep on treatin me rough
(bridge)
Treat me rough
Pinch my cheek
Kiss and hug and squeeze me
'till Im weak
Ive been pampered enough, baby
Keep on treatin me rough
Keep on beatin me
Keep on treatin me rough
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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There are huge advertising budgets only when there's no difference between the products. If the products really were different, people would buy the one that's better. Advertising teaches people not to trust their judgment. Advertising teaches people to be stupid.
Carl Sagan in Contact
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I wish all consumers were as gullible as advertising's biggest critics. Anyone who believes advertising is that powerful will believe almost anything.
quote by Jef I. Richards
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