Our Life
Our life appears akin the floor
Of mosaic tiles, spotted, three hues;
Each tile denotes a month that passed;
The spots refer to good and bad!
Umpteen are grey spots – venial sins,
By habit done, incessantly;
The fewer black spots – mortal sins,
Against the Ten Commands of God!
The spots of white were good deeds done;
Some tiles had few, some had galore;
The size of dots too varied much;
Such tiles were scarcely found and rare!
We yearn to see the floor all tiled,
With spots of white, all huge and bright;
Yet, earthly life is what we make
By labour, done in heaven’s light!
(24-07-11)
poem by John Celes
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Leopard
Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'
Our minds thus grow in spots and like grease spots, the spots spread. But we let them spread as little as possible we keep unaltered as much of our old knowledge, as many of our old prejudices and beliefs, as we can.
quote by James Truslow Adams
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Our minds thus grow in spots and like grease spots, the spots spread. But we let them spread as little as possible we keep unaltered as much of our old knowledge, as many of our old prejudices and beliefs, as we can.
quote by William James
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Stripe Me Pink
We have to be careful
with whatever we say
as it might happen to us one day.
I knew a fellow once
who had a saying that entered
into every conversation that he made.
He would say quite loudly,
well, stripe me pink.
One day he woke up
and found he was striped pink
but the joker didn’t stop there,
he gave him green and purple spots as well.
He went to his doctor
who was quite mystified
with having a man come into his surgery
with pink stripes and green and purple spots.
He asked what he had been eating,
nothing unusual the fellow replied.
The doctor frowned
feeling there was nothing he could do
told him to go home and rest until it wore off.
The days passed and a month went by
but the stripes and spots remained.
Off he trotted back to see the doctor again
who shook his head saying
there was nothing he could do
as is looks like the stripes and the dots are permanent.
The only suggest I can make
is that you get clothes the very same colour
then no one will ever know
which is the clothes and which is you.
So the next time you utter something ridiculous
be careful what you are saying
as you might end up wearing it
until your dying day.
1 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Paddle Out
I never thought that when I grew up I would be in a band
And travel all the best spots in the land Im not here
To brag or boast Im here to
Tell you bout the spots that I love the most
Natural bridges on a clean
West swell breaks over the reef like a bat out
Of hell stockton ave gets
Hollow and mean and on a big day it works like
A machine outside
Stockton gets hot like a glove swift st john st into
Mitchells cove big
Steamer lane makes you wish you were a trout when
Its mackin so hard
Only two dudes paddle out
A huge summertime south swell hit when Im in
My hometown in a surfside bowl is
Where I can be found or up and down
The coast checkin the spots that I love the most
song performed by by Sublime
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A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.
quote by Ivy Compton-Burnett
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The Awakening
I wake up in the basement
I'm so hungry
I'm dry
I must be here sleepwalking
Mustn't I?
Getting up from my easy chair looking for my wife
Following a trail of crimson
Spots that lead into the night
Suddenly I realize
I see it all through real eyes
These crimson spots are dripping from my hand
And ooh it makes me feel like a man
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Every age has its massive moral blind spots. We might not see them, but our children will. Slavery was one of them and the people who best served that age were the ones who called it as it was — which was ungodly and inhuman. … Segregation. There was another one. America sees this now but it took a civil rights movement to betray their age. … What are the ideas right now worth betraying? What are the lies we tell ourselves now? What are the blind spots of our age?
I curse my critics.
I know I have weak spots.
I am annoyed with the people
As they find irrelevant spots
To pinpoint my weakness.
I know I have plus point.
I am disgusted with the people
As they find inconsistent points,
To project my plus points.
I am not known for what mostly I am.
29.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The snow
The snow lay like a blanket upon the ground
The trees & bushes it does surround
In spots its dirty in spots its clean
Why does the dirt have to mess up the scene
To make snow angels upon the ground
Where the glistening snow does abound
To make angels in the snow
For you can do that wherever you go
To be a child again and play in the drift
Should be my lifes greatest wish
To know then What I know now
Would be wonderful that I do avow
poem by Bonnie B Long
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A good man does not spy around for the black spots in others, but presses unswervingly on towards his mark.
quote by Marcus Aurelius
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You Say Yes
Say you want to rip it up
Paint the town red
Wanna do the hot spots
Get it in the head
You drive me crazy
I know your game
You done it all before
Youll do it all again
You say yes, I say no
My bloods on fire
I grit my teeth
Youre nothin but a teaser
Gimme some relief
Im lookin at the bottle
Sinkin to the floor
I gotta white knuckles
Cant take it anymore
You say yes, I say no
What do you treat me so
What I do, I do for you
song performed by by Judas Priest
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A Bright and Happy Day For Me
a boy throws the kite that his papa made
to the air
his little sister follows him
the playful dog with big black spots
bark and chases them both
the skies are blue
white clouds drift
the grasses are greener
and the mountains are
majestic with its foggy top
it is a bright day and a happy one for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dog, Dog
Dog, Dog I love when you
wag your tail back and forth! ! !
I love when you lick me
with all your slimy tongue.
Dog, Dog I love when
sun is bright on your fur.
I love you black spots
and brown eyelashes and
your white fur.
Dog, Dog
I love your bark
arf, arf, arf, arf
I love when you sleep
with me with your warm fur.
poem by Elisa Martinez
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Killer Whales
Come my friends give an ear to this tale
It's all about the ocean and the big black whales
They are humongous, and hardly seen
Unless you are submerged in a submarine
Their home is the ocean,
They swim to the depths
And can easily escape the fishermen nets
In books you must have read their tales,
They are sea monsters called Killer Whales
They use echolocation to communicate and hunt
At times when the come up, you can watch their stunts
They are black with a few spots of white
And swim the ocean at the speed of light
The feast on marine mammals, fish and seals
That makes for them a wonderful meal
Each whale weights six tons or more
And are mostly found on the ocean floor
The enjoy the ocean without any fear
The King of the seas, thrust up like a spear.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Upon A Looking Glass
In this see thou thy beauty, hast thou any,
Or thy defects, should they be few or many.
Thou may'st, too, here thy spots and freckles see,
Hast thou but eyes, and what their numbers be.
But art thou blind? There is no looking-glass
Can show thee thy defects, thy spots, or face.
Comparison.
Unto this glass we may compare the Word,
For that to man advantage doth afford
(Has he a mind to know himself and state),
To see what will be his eternal fate.
But without eyes, alas! how can he see?
Many that seem to look here, blind men be.
This is the reason they so often read
Their judgment there, and do it nothing dread.
poem by John Bunyan
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Bright Year
Is their brightness a month of the year?
(January is the start of the next time.)
We are in the end of the long year,
December adjusts to the light, it is bright.
Light is a surge of clever spots
Traveling through the universe
Like complicated particles and successful patches.
The bright year is all due to the Sun
And its warmth, so fight some who see
This sun and moon that dance.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Reconstructing An Image Of Self
to reconstruct
he took some portraits of himself,
in different angles,
went to the photo editor
adjusted the lighting,
contrast, experimenting on the hues
the frames, and then saves each
reconstruction,
abstracts, hides the bad spots
revises,
and then puts the mixture of gray and white,
save
someone opens it
and sees the different faces of yourself
and concludes that indeed
you are in deep thought
contemplating
on shedding off
the unwanted ugliness
that had long been residing
in you
it makes the feeling that
contains that needed
saving grace
it can be a lie
but it can also be redeeming
I've seen it myself
i feel the gladness of the soul
in me
go on, take more, reconstruct some more
live!
live!
make the most of life
hide the ugliness
embrace the power of life that beauty
promises to give
you
is it a lie?
don't bother
make use of the bad
side
take it to the
good......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The tiger can't change his spots. No, wait, he did Good for him
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Lucy The Jack Russel
Talking to Sharon about Lucy at the condo the other night,
I discovered her dog is a breed with very good eyesight.
She is a hunter and can sense what’s there,
Lucy always stops to smell the air.
Lucy is always ready to run,
Sharon holds her back she would take off for fun.
Lucy has spots gold on her back all in a row,
even on her belly gold spots do show.
Lucy is a Jack Russel and another breed as well,
Sharon thinks possibly Beagle, but it’s hard to tell.
Sharon knows one thing for sure,
she loves to chase after squirrels.
Lucy can catch the squirrel by the tail,
she’s really fast, you won’t hear the squirrel yell.
Lucy is precious to Sharon for she is like her child,
Lucy makes Sharon happy with a smile.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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