Apples
One thing
we all have
in common is
we're ripening
for the harvest.
Donald Trump
and Pee-wee Herman,
Bill Gates
and Eliot Spitzer,
Warren Buffett
and Anthony Weiner
are different
in many respects
but like the rest of us,
they, too, are ripening
for the harvest.
They hang with us
from the same branch,
apples, big and small,
ripening in summer,
withering in fall,
waiting for winter
to conduct its harvest.
Some of us hang
from that branch
and wonder
what in the name
of God is next.
Others just hang.
They appear
not to care
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Harvest For The World
All babies together
Evry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Loves bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
(harvest for the world)
A nations planted
So concerned with gain
As the seasons come and go, we wont wait in vain
Far too many, feelin the strain
(chorus)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest.. a harvest)
(a harvest for the world)
Dress me up for battle
When all I want is peace
Those of us who pay the price
Come home with the least
And nation after nation, tuning into beasts
(chorus)
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest
When will there be.. a harvest..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Panic
Panic on the streets of london
Panic on the streets of birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the grasmere
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of carlisle
Dublin, dundee, humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music they constantly play
On the leeds side-streets that you slip down
Or provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Hang On Your IQ
Chinese masseuse,
comes between us talks in haikus,
plastic venus.
Got a headrush,
in her pocket two rubbers two lubes,
and a silver rocket.
Hang on,
hang onto your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Every morning,
my eyes will open wide I gotta get high,
before I go outside.
Roll another,
for breakfast burning clouds around,
and in my solar plexus.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID I'm lonely Legs eleven,
makes me stay up late two fat ladies on my back,
and now it's 88.
I'm a fool,
whose tool is small it's so miniscule,
it's no tool at all.
Hang on,
hang on to your IQ,
to your ID hang on,
hang on I'm lonely Oh
song performed by by Placebo
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Our Tree
When spring comes round, our apple tree
Is very full of flowers,
And when a bird sits on a branch
The petals fall in showers.
When summer comes, our apple tree
Is very full of green,
And everywhere you look in it
There is a leafy screen.
When autumn comes, our apple tree
Is full of things to eat.
The apples hang from every branch
To tumble at our feet.
When winter comes, our apple tree
Is full of snow and ice
And rabbits come to visit it...
We think our tree is nice.
poem by Marchette Chute
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Hang Wire
Theyre going higher
Wind is whistling on the barbs
Your heads a hammer
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
That man is a liar
The day is like a warm night
Salt rusts the cold line
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire
Every morning and every day
Ill bossanova with ya
If there were a fire
Can we scratch beneath this
Hang wire, hang wire
Hang wire
(meet you at the) hang wire?
song performed by by Pixies
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Harvest and Autumn
Harvest, harvest
all you need,
is food and drink
and fruit indeed.
Harvest friend is harvest moon,
of course.
Autumn, Autumn
Harvest is in Autumn,
oh, what a great time to celebrate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Karolina Gosztyla
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Hang On
Let the tempest and the flood
Shake your soul and spill your blood
Like an old song
Keep hold'n on
Let the people laugh at you
Call you names and say you're through
Never let go
Keep hangin' on
Hang on, hang on
Can you hear me,
I'm gonna say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no, never giving in
Hang on every hopeful word
Even when it seems absurd
Keep holdin' on
If you triumph when you fail
Keep your head when you prevail
Be a hero
Keep hangin' around
Hang on, hang on
Are you listening,
Let me say it again
Hang on, hang on
Never giving up, no,
Never giving in
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Busy Signal
By: dolly parton
Busy signal
Thats what I get when I call you
Busy busy
Talking to someone new
I wish I knew
I shouldnt worry cause its probably his mother
Or then again it could even be his little brother
On the line
Making me lose my mind
Hang up hang up hang up hang up
Come on hang up hang up hang up
Gotta talk to my baby
Gotta tell him Im sorry
Busy signal
How can I tell him Im sorry
When I said I didnt care
I didnt mean a word I said
Talking outta my head
Ive got to reach him now and tell him that I love him
And from now on Ill stay right by his side and love him
All the time
So please somebody quit tying up the line
Hang up hang up hang up hang up
Come on hang up hang up hang up
Gotta talk to my baby
Gotta tell him Im sorry
I didnt mean to hurt you baby
I really really love you baby
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Hmph 1
I've missed summer again
Already apples are ripening
And autumns bird song
From where? So soon?
poem by Michael Oliver
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September 1815
WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields,
With ripening harvest prodigally fair,
In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air,
Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields
His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields
Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware;
And whispers to the silent birds, 'Prepare
Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields.'
For me, who under kindlier laws belong
To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry
Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky,
Announce a season potent to renew,
'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song,
And nobler cares than listless summer knew.
poem by William Wordsworth
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You Better Hang Up
Out here in the country where the weather gets so mean she thinks about the places that she aint never seen she knows that shes married but she cant remember why and she wonders what it might
Like with some other guy
And though shes hotter than an oven just to fill your lovin cup if a man answers, you better hang up
You better hang up you better hang up you better hang up you better hang up
Youre from new york city where they dont say no prayers anything goes and nobody cares and the country girl might thrill ya but you better pass her by cause her ol man love to kill ya for th
K thats in your eye
And though youre hotter than an oven just to fill her lovin cup if a man answers, you better hang up
You better hang up you better hang up you better hang up you better hang up
song performed by by Don Henley
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Inspired by Issa - Harvest Moonn
harvest moon -
the field flying
with broken stalks
harvest moon -
no more loud sighs
from the windy fields
harvest moon
thanksgiving incense
trails over fields
harvest moon
the garden echoes with plan
for the next season
inspired by
harvest moon-
some are stretched out
some praying
-Issa,1821
http: //cat.xula.edu/issa/
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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First Encounter - RabindranathTagore's paintings
Tagore's Last Harvest
a child putting wings
to his imagination
Tagore's Last Harvest
behind the colours and lines
a child
Tagore's Last Harvest
the nobel laureate dances
with ink and pen
Tagore's Last Harvest
the colourful images
of a colourful life
Last Harvest an exhibition of 49 of Tagore's paintings
are exhibited in Kuala Lumpur Visual Arts Museum for three months
April to July.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Pass'd
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Stop Dont Panic
My heads under pressure baby
Lifes the same
Its a suicidal incubator thats killing my brain
There must be some sonic infiltrator making the strain
See Im a high-pressure operator
In case the same
Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hold on to
Im like a tiger in a cage so Im afraid
How do I stop this crazy rage
Im not so cool about my own route
Im gonna hit my switch and fly through
Stop, dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not, so tragic, nothing to hang on to
Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hang on to
Something I hang on to
Its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to
Stop, its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to
Its just a thing I do
Nothing to hang on to
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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The Opium Den
(..dahinter schimmern die sterne)
may i introduce myself
i'm your poison
i'm gonna kill you tonite
i do it slowly, you gonna like it
you remember me for the rest of your life
but it won't last very long, hang on
it won't last very long, so hang on
to the opium den
i hang out here every nite
i'm just waiting, i'm just waiting for you
you gonna like what i..., you gonna like it
you gonna like what i do
but it won't last very long, hang on
it won't last very long, so hang on
to the opium den...
may i introduce myself
i'm your poison, i'm gonna kill you tonite
i do it slowly, you gonna like it
you remember me for the rest of your life
but it won't last very long, hang on
it won't last very long, so hang on
to the opium den...
it offers you comfort
as everything about it
it is mild, without reason
and for all it is perfect
and it is there, where i go now
and it is there, where i now go
and it is there, where i now go
it is there... where i... now... go..
song performed by by Alphaville
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When June Is Here
When June is here--what art have we to sing
The whiteness of the lilies midst the green
Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash of roses seen
Like redbirds' wings? Or earliest ripening
Prince-Harvest apples, where the cloyed bees cling
Round winey juices oozing down between
The peckings of the robin, while we lean
In under-grasses, lost in marveling.
Or the cool term of morning, and the stir
Of odorous breaths from wood and meadow walks,
The bobwhite's liquid yodel, and the whir
Of sudden flight; and, where the milkmaid talks
Across the bars, on tilted barley-stalks
The dewdrops' glint in webs of gossamer.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Just Hang On
When I was young
back when life was fun,
I recall the words my papa said.
He said to be a man,
you gotta try and understand,
there's one thing that you must know.
If you want to go far,
well, set yourself a goal,
and just hang on, just hang on.
And if you do this my son,
your gonna make it someday,
Just hang on, my son.
That's the only way.
Well it wasn't long
when I left daddy's home,
all alone with no place to be.
With a great surprise,
it looked me straight in the eyes,
a red guitar and the dreams of a star.
If you want to go far,
set yourself a goal,
and just hang on, just hang on.
And if you do this my son,
you're gonna make it someday,
just hang on, my son.
That's the only way.
That's the only way.
You'll be a star some day.
I say, Lord, let me hear you play.
Play on...
song performed by by 38 Special
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She Wont Hang Her Love Out On The Line
Bill dees/mark mathis
She come from kansas city, lookin mighty pretty
Shes as sweet as kansas city wine
Oh, its such a pity, she wont wanna kiss me
She wont hang her love out on the line
No, she wont hang her love out on the line
A mystery to me, shes not what you see
Shes a strong, mighty woman who loves to disagree
If I could just talk to her
I know that I could fool her
But she wont hang her love out on the line
She dont care for nothin she holds onto her lovin
I wonder if shed ever change her mind?
Ill fall in behind her, hopin that I find her
When she hangs her love out on the line
When she hangs her love out on the line
A mystery to me, shes not what you see
Shes a strong, mighty woman who loves to disagree
If I could just talk to her
I know that I could fool her
But she wont hang her love out on the line
Id take her lovin, Id take her lovin
Id take her lovin anytime
I want her lovin, I need her lovin
But she wont hang her love out on the line
She wont hang her love out on the line
She wont hang her love out on the line
No,she wont hang her love out on the line
She wont hang her love out on the line
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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By my sweetheart
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
When birds are on the wing,
When bee and bud and babbling flood
Bespeak the birth of spring,
Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart
And wear this posy-ring!
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
In the mellow golden glow
Of earth aflush with the gracious blush
Which the ripening fields foreshow;
Dear sweetheart, be my sweetheart,
As into the noon we go!
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
When falls the bounteous year,
When fruit and wine of tree and vine
Give us their harvest cheer;
Oh, sweetheart, be my sweetheart,
For winter it draweth near.
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
When the year is white and old,
When the fire of youth is spent, forsooth,
And the hand of age is cold;
Yet, sweetheart, be my sweetheart
Till the year of our love be told!
poem by Eugene Field
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