They'll Be Dropping One On You
Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.
They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?
They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.
They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.
They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.
This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.
How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on Earth do you come in here,
Then proceed to foul on on us.
There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.
So think before you toilet in here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.
One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.
As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.
As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,
‘' They'll Be Dropping One You ''
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They'll Be Dropping One On You
Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.
They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?
They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.
They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.
They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.
This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.
How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on earth do you bring your pets,
Then let them foul on us.
There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.
So think before you bring them here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.
One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.
As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.
As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,
‘' They'll Be Dropping One On You ''
Best Friends Again
There's a beautiful place in Heaven
for dear pets who pass away.
It's there they wait in happiness
for their very special day.
When God's angels call my name
one pets wait will end,
as we run to greet each other
and become best friends again..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Pet and Gadget
My grandpa spent his leisure with pets
I don’t get time from my gadgets.
Busy in my gadgets till I can endure
leaving dear pets fully ignored.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A True Story of A True Pet.... My Grandmother's Pet
Pets are always very precious!
They feel and understand our feelings and sorrows!
My maternal grandma an humanist
She tame many pets like cats, pigeons etc
It is her hobby and fun!
She gives foods to her pets regularly and sufficiently
She feeds the pigeons and cats
She love her cat a lot!
She gives milk, meat, fish, bones, rice as his foods
Her pets love her a lot!
She takes care of them very lovingly
But those days were very strange and sad!
My grandpa had died that day!
After his death, that cat not used to eat anything and survive without food
He was behaving very strangely
Even that cat could understand feelings of grandma about her husband That cat was sad to see grandma in pain and couldn't tolerate the pain of the mournful death
At last, the cat had died because of not taking foods
Grandma found it under the bed
Grandma says that was her favorite pet!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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I Wanna Destroy You
Originally recorded by the soft boys
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I feel it coming on again
Just like it did before
They fill your mind with boredom
And they lead you off to war
The way we treat each other
Really makes me feel ill
And if youre gonna fight
Then youre just dying to get killed
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
A box upon the media
And everything you read
They tell you your opinions
And theyre very good indeed
I wanna destroy you
And when I have destroyed you
Ill come pickin at your bones
And you wont have a single item
Left to call your own
I wanna destroy you
I wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
Wanna destroy you
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Poem: Field Mouse
An unsuspecting, little, field mouse
committed a simple mistake one day;
it unwittingly entered my rented house,
not knowing my cats wanted to play.
My feline buddies, Hijinx and Mischief,
decided to live up to their spirited names;
sadly, the field mouse was offered no relief –
for the boys had a live prize to claim.
By its tail, my cats had live entertainment;
although they’re allowed to have their fun,
from this one deed, my cats will never repent;
for they again had disobeyed - rule number one.
Since their English is not very good,
their one restriction they tend to forget;
so it’s not surprising they misunderstood,
my rule of: “Pets are not allowed to have pets! ”
So now it was time for me to intervene;
performing an unexpected “Animal Rescue”,
I now became a mouse catching machine
and watched him scamper away from my view.
A new retrieval approach, I had to posit;
with the boys closely monitoring my work,
I quickly chased him into a nearby closet,
hoping my cats wouldn’t impatiently go berserk.
Removing items from the closet’s floor,
and contending with this fuzzy foreigner,
I eyed the boys – to keep him from being gored.
Eventually, I trapped him in the corner.
By the time I reached him, he had died –
traumatized until his last heart’s rush.
Unlike my curious pets, I became teary eyed,
as this escapade ended… with a toilet’s flush.
poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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A demarche-Cauchy3-tricks
A demarche…
Take a pictured horse as deer.
Who will treat deer as horse?
Gods will say that.
All as pets are teacher pets.
Horse then goes as deer.
Throw the stones to test the water depth.
Games with theorems are centered guards.
Take a test upon aha actions.
With images of horse they all are Tory.
With image of deer they all are foes.
Invite a wolf into house or close the door to kill the dogs are after math after test.
poem by Cheung Shun Sang
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Why ever not for Thad
A heaven without animals
would be no paradise for me.
Pets love is unconditional
and given unreservedly.
The pets which have preceded me
although their leaving caused me pain
I am quite certain I shall see.
The love we shared will still remain.
Because they act instinctively
as their creator meant them to
They are from sin completely free
As innocents entitled to
pass through the pearly gates with ease.
Greet their creator face to face
In answer to the fervent pleas
of spirits who have earned their place.
Perhaps in time I’ll qualify
though I am burdened down with sin.
I cannot see a reason why.
St Peter will not let them in.
27-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Live and let live
A long abandoned grave yard lies
outside the city boundary.
It has become a paradise,
A well established sanctuary.
Unwanted pets turned out to roam
by cruel owners who don’t care.
Are welcome here to make a home
amongst their wilder brethren there.
beside the graves in disrepair
or in the brambles overgrown.
They are quite sure to find a lair,
some place that they can call their own.
Although the predators still prey
They’re only acting naturally
by following Dame Natures way.
They co exist quite happily.
Eat or be eaten is the law.
You will not get a second chance
for nature’s red in tooth and claw.
The price of life is vigilance.
At least they live free from fear
of mans unthinking cruelty
Few humans ever venture near
this abandoned cemetery.
13-Aug-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Allow Reality to Teach
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked.
And you, your spouse...
Lovers and/or mistresses,
Neighbors, creditors, pets and friends...
Are left,
Pacing the floor of squeezed space...
And nibbling on a shared box of Keeblers'.
Your way of life,
Has been certifiably changed!
How that is explained and to who?
Depends on where those denials have been sent!
If those denials are still around,
And can be found sleeping...
In a drug induced coma?
Or alcoholed into a stupor?
They need to be awaken quick.
And removed without excusing this!
When your way of life...
No longer feels right,
As a way of life you once liked?
It's time for reality to pay a much needed visit.
And when it arrives at your doorstep knocking...
Rid yourself of charades, masquerades and 'all' pretentions.
Make sure reality is given time to feel comfortable.
And no interruptions when it speaks...
Loud and clear!
Some lessons need emergencies to be learned.
Allow reality to teach.
Or you will never again get a peaceful night's sleep.
Allow reality to teach.
Sleep on what has been taught.
Eat it to digest.
And make friends with truth.
Knowing for you this is the best...
When you allow reality to teach,
There is nothing like a mind at rest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A flower's boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flowers to boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Flower naturally to boom
I had always wished flowers to boom
With nice place, space and very good room
Where they can come out from their hiding
See the world themselves and chiding
We know it is for short duration
So is the life too in question!
Why do we stop them from booming?
When danger is already large looming?
Let children too invade this holy land
No restriction for their coming to befriend
Lovely air and nature for very good refuge
Large and tall trees with mountains so huge
We want their arrival restricted
Cruelty and other sorts inflicted
Yet they come despite out precaution
We just need to think it with only caution
We need to leave certain things to our creator
He is whole and sole and real mentor
What we are on earth today?
Just helpless animal pushed away
We do the things never called for
We defy the rules and kill the persons in war
We recklessly aim at complete annihilation
How can we go in for such devastation?
Let us do the complete rethinking
Take steps before ship is sinking
Not a blade of grass may grow
If we continuously pollute the river flow
We can destroy the land several times today
Still some weapons will be left to throw away
We can mange to destroy but not to revive
Yet time is left to think over and survive
What will be left on earth to enjoy?
If we employ the methods to destroy
Why flowers, children, and trees alone?
Only beautiful earth will left behind with stones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'm Lonely
Well, I miss my mother, and I miss being her son.
It's crazy as I wasn't, I wasn't much of one.
Sometimes I miss her so much I want to hop on the next jet.
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
And I miss my sister, lord knows how I've missed her.
She loves me and she knowes I Won't forget.
Sometimes I get jelous of her little pets.
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
I roll over in bed, looking for someone to touch.
The girl that I know of, that don't ask for much.
She's (?) and she's crancky and her hair is in a net.
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
Are you my friend when I need one, I need someone to be one.
Take anybody I can get.
Sometimes I wanna call you but I feel like a (?)
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
I go down to the river
I go down and I wonder
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
And I miss my sister, lord knows how I've missed her.
She loves me and she knowes I Won't forget.
Sometimes I get jelous of her little pets.
And I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
I'm lonely, but I ain't that lonely yet.
song performed by by White Stripes
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A Kidda is cat
Kida is my special cat
I love him not to forget
I make all efforts and make him let
I love so much and try to beget
Kida is lying on ground
He is making painful sound
He stares at all and movement not found
He is not making any round
Kid used to roam all over at free will
He never went out for any kill
He was confining all the time at home still
He did not go for hunt or had any zeal
He remains trusted friend
For me he is there not to end
How many female cats used to please?
He was always there on lease
I thought kid may remain with us for longer than expected
He had wounds that got aggravated and infected
He used to rub it with his tongue and clean
It served as antiseptic and healing medicine
The animals have third sense to apply
They may respond positively and reply
You stare in their eyes and find the answer
This quality may lie only with fewer
This is how mankind and animals differ
We, as human beings, betray and suffer
Animals offer kindness and get in return
All love and care that is asked in turn
Why do we keep pets at home?
We have enough places outside home to roam
We can easily sleep inside on the thick bed of foam
Pets are brought in home not as loan
We get attached to them in no time
It is pure love and no crime
People inflict and commit cruelty
It is real shame on humanity
Love and affection generate from within
It can not stay inside as stone or confine
It has to come out in any form and express
They come to serve as surprise in duress
Whether love is shown towards animals or human?
It is good sign for man and woman
It may indicate kindness that is in culture
Love may flourish and make it wonderful in future
As Kidda laid motionless before my eyes
All moments in memory stand as passed by
Was it going to be a forgone memory?
Was I going to be a sad person and feel sorry?
I will take all care for him as animal lover
I stand for the term and am firm believer
It has deepest regard if you term it honestly
It has to be expressed and adhered to strictly
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Remember
remember
the curiosity
as a child
the stirring
in the heart
the first time
you saw
a hornbill,
a crane
that had
set wings
to your imagination
of colours,
feathers, and flight
an elephant
such giant honest creature
you could get them
walk in a line
down the circus
their trunks
trumpeting a song
livening up childhood years
the strong stench
of ammonia
from their hair,
never a repellent
to shun them
walk, walk, walk,
they saunter
down your dream
and childhood lane
after so many years
the giant elephants
that remain
the fondest of pets
illusive pets
that grace
a dozen stories written,
painted with them
remember
the million trees
in the forests
are to fire
the imagination
of the world
of the cuddly,
strange creatures in them
to light up
that inquisitive spirit
in all of us
to learn and
explore
every living creature
from the mouth of moms,
books, and neighbours
remember
the trees
stand in a straight line
as guards of honour
to salute that child
in your heart
that runs
the length and breath
of your mind, soul
the essence of your personality
the elephants trumpeting a song
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Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Sticks and Stones
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but word may never hurt me.”
Said a wise man in a faraway land so many years ago.
So tell me why my heart feels so torn apart if all she did was speak,
I think we should see someone new; the problems are with you (I forget about mine)
Shoot some flags, shoot some flags, wound me some more;
Point out my mistakes, leave my wreck in your wake. Forget all i said
How i loved you, how anything i'd do, to get across to you.
Forget all i did give, the words i did my best to live: all because i loved you
So tell it all to me again how you stabbed my back when all i did was love you.
Cause apparently sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me
I wish that it were true.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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With Eyes I Cry
Eyes may cry on eve of winner’s day,
But ears will also melt from the sunny way.
My pets shall deliver a tear of regret,
Me and my animals, they’re such good friends.
Let the hearing of some be minute,
And let them all preach the same message
So that we do not congratulate anyone.
Merely we’ve cried a dropp of heaven,
Listen to dew in the spring as the shine is on.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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5-5-5-5
The call went out
It meant one thing.
Death in the line of duty
Women keen
and Grown men weep
at the loss of youth and beauty.
The empty locker,
The ownerless gear,
silence that is a presence.
Brave Liam lies dead.
The fireman’s friend
Pity the parents their loss
The ownerless toys,
The master less pets,
How to make sense of it all?
poem by John F. McCullagh
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