My Heart Overflows
My heart is so hungry
And it can't feed on food.
It feeds on sustenance
from being wooed.
My heart is so thirsty
And it can't feed on drink.
It feeds on sustenance
from how I think.
And think I do
while my heart stays still
And finally overflows
as it always will
with you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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If You Feed It Good
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes.
And,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
I'm not gonna mock you anymore,
'Cause you're good to me.
You don't have to knock,
On that unlocked door.
No more...
I'll rock your needs
When we get it heated! .
Now,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Just feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Don't shout or scream,
To be mean and demean.
I'm not your enemy.
Nor do I owe a thing....
To ya!
You can pout with a frown,
Thinking it will bring me down.
To be around...
For your clown count!
To the ground.
But,
If you feed it good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Just,
Feed it good...
And it stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
Like it should.
Feed it good.
Yes,
Feed it real good...
It stays fresh.
It stays the best,
One can get!
And,
Keep that in your head,
And let it feed real good!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Journey
the journey is long
and inter-dimensional,
many who should
have walked it
have sold out,
forsaking
a radical
freshness
of mind,
you do not
walk
your
journey alone,
in an
interconnected world,
you need
never walk alone,
the hopes
aspirations
dreams
of many
flow with you
flow into you
feed you
sustain you
food of your though
feeds their hunger
feeds their love
feeds better beginnings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To have a feel of my food
To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor
Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine
We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning
We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Mouth, Or Our Heart!
what if our thoughts
were hammers, and
our words were nails...
would we be more careful
of the world we build?
and what if every action
were the action that
our entire lives were
judged on...
would we be more careful?
and what if we finally understood
that everything we think, do, or say,
feeds either our mouth or our heart...
what would we change?
and what if we really knew
that the person needing help
that we turned away...
was God in human form?
our mouth, or our heart,
which will we feed?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Life is a battle between faith and reason in which each feeds upon the other, drawing sustenance from it and destroying it.
quote by Reinhold Niebuhr
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Save The World
Looking at the news today is a cold depressing thing we see our nation stained
and the whole worlds up in flames. People starving all over the land what a low
down dirty shame and abroad we see the same we have our selves to blame. Well
it's been said that we should share what the master gives to us well the time
has come to help someone less fortunate than us.
(chorus)
Save the world, feed the hungry people, clothe the little babies, lend a
helping hand.
Save the world, feed the hungry people, show them we love and care.
I took a walk into town this morning a beggar followed me he said he needed
food to eat and spare some change please. I took him into the closest grill and
paid for all he could eat it warmed my heart as he said thank you ma'am to me.
Well it saddened me as walked a little further just to see that there is more
than one on every corner without a place to sleep.
(chorus)
We've got to feed the hungry mind soul and body shelter feed and cloth everybody
with much as we can please stretch out your hand.
(chorus)
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Love Of My Heart
My Heart is something that gives me life
My Heart feeds and nurtures as if it were my wife
My Heart is kind and loving down to the last drop
My Heart keeps me going not wanting to stop
My Heart has a pulse to it unlike anything in this universe
My Heart gives me strength in the hardest traverse
My Heart gives me structure in such an unstructured place
My Heart beats at an insurmountable pace
My Heart bonds me together so that nothing could tear it apart
My Heart is something I loved right from the start
You Yes! ! ! ! You. Are My Heart
poem by Chidiebere Franklin
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Woes
You are thirsty but you can't drink water,
You are hungry but you can't eat food,
Of the horses prepared for the battle!
Like Apollyon, the angel of the bottomless pit.
One woe is past but behold!
There are two more woes after this;
Like the torment of a scorpion when it strikes.
You are thirsty but you can't drink water,
You are hungry but you can't eat food,
And life is all about us on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Closet?
everything in there
is clean
folded neatly
that is what you will
see
when you finally open it
it is locked and somehow
you have no key
what you see is not what
you get
what you give is only
what your mind
feeds
do you remember what beast
survives
in that unending struggle of the
good/bad wolf
indian story?
ahh, you got it.
the one that you feed
finally wins.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Know that a monkey is on your back
There is a monkey on your back
At any point of time each one of us is carrying a monkey on the back.
Whether you like it or not your thoughts, words and deeds are determined by this very powerful monkey.
This monkey is nothing but a personification of the tasks either
assigned to you or taken up on your own.
The life line of the monkey is the strong desire that you nurse to
accomplish these tasks.
You may not know that you only feed this monkey and make it naughty.
They quality of your feed and its extent depend on your knowledge, attitude and earlier practices.
Often, wittingly or unwittingly we act only to get rid of the monkey.
Unfortunately, if one monkey goes the other is just taking its place.
And you think, talk and act accordingly.
Some wise people, are they really wise, pass on the monkey to some other’s back tactfully, so the monkey is rid off, but still alive. This is what
exactly happens in a work environment.
Know your monkeys and their feeds.
Fail not to feed them in time, as monkeys should be fed or shot to death. Otherwise, they will starve to death, forcing you to conduct postmortem.
Keep monkeys' population below the maximum number you can probably feed.
Feed monkeys only by appointment, otherwise you will be feeding them at odd hours.
Feed monkeys personally, if left to others, they may feed wrong and/or in unacceptable doses.
Each monkey is unique, hence its feed and frequency of feed differs.
No monkey stays long. They know when to leave you as once the monkey is satisfied with your hospitality it jumps off your back.
The new monkey on your back is the task to know whether monkeys are there or not on your back.
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 19)
She likes to feed the monkey
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Infancy determines you
Every human strives
To feed its belly, ego and sex,
In that order in his infancy.
Those short-fed thence
Would drive one ever since,
For its fulfillment,
Through out one’s life.
A leader is ego thirsty.
A lecher is sex hungry.
A greedy is food hungry.
15.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love Is Divine!
Love is the nature's truth,
Love is the nature's law
Love is that binds all,
Love is the force behind all!
Love is pure flow from bottom of heart,
It is like river of pure water of Ganges,
That washes the sins and feed all!
But we can't purify it,
only we can let it flow Unpolluted,
May be loves flow is that great force,
Some one can put a dam,
channel to get dry lands irrigated,
May one get power and energy,
Love is that feeds all, thirsty and hungry,
Love is love, God is love!
Love from tiny heart to infinite hearts,
Love from heart to every soul,
Love from soul to soulmates,
Love from a being,
to core of existence,
Love from subtle core of
existence
to all forms of existence!
Beautiful, love expands,
fit for this space age,
Heart expanding beyond horizon,
In fact without horizon to limitless space!
Love covers all, love is the cover for all,
Love is great and sweet,
Love that bring all the difference,
Not only bring light to pair of hearts,
But also love can light the world,
The tiny spark of love,
Tiny heart that carries it,
Spread love to universe,
can blaze and burn all ignorance of all!
Love is not only feeling,
But also heart's own nature,
God is love, be one with God,
Then one can be one with love!
Love is that force that bring oneness with all,
Then love is God,
God is love,
You and me
and all are one,
One with love
and one with God!
This is the story of
infant Jesus to Jesus, the son of God!
This is the story of Buddha and Krishna,
This can be story
of I or you,
Let it be so!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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If They Knew
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And thirsting from it until it hurts.
Whether or not they have concerns,
If the food delivered to provide them nourishment...
Had been grown in Muslim or Christian dirt.
Or which part of the Earth,
Did it rain upon first...
To supply them with water to drink!
Ask anyone who is hungry.
And many in this position,
What it is they think...
About those who decide...
To incite into their divisions.
Ask them if they would rather not...
Feed to eat or sip to drink,
If they knew what to them had not been known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Carnivell of rust
D' you breathe the name of your saviour in
your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should
remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til
you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill
Come feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true
colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the
things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch
us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
where enough is not the same it was
before
Come feed the rain...
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing
underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't
nothing but this carnival of rust
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh,
when the heart is yearning
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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As our bodies live upon the earth and find sustenance in the fruits which it produces, so our minds feed on the same truths as the intelligible and immutable substance of the divine Word contains.
quote by Nicolas Malebranche
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Please feed my daughter
It's been a long time since we've had food and water.
I don't care about myself but please feed my daughter.
I hate to inconvenience you or to intrude.
But my daughter will die if she doesn't gets some food.
She's a sweet girl who is adorable and her heart is pure.
My entire world will collapse if anything happens to her.
I asked others for food but they all said no.
They didn't give a damn and that was pretty low.
I'm willing to do some work around your house if you'll spare a meal.
I'll do anything to feed my daughter except steal.
I lost my home and my job and I'll appreciate any food that you'll give her.
If she dies, I want to die too because life won't be worth living unless I'm with her.
poem by Randy Johnson
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It Is A Leech
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
And anyone observing a leech in action,
Is not going to convince that leech to share.
The awareness of the leech doing that is not there.
A leech feeding,
Could care less off of what it feeds.
It is a leech.
Feeding to satisfy its own need.
To do what it pleases...
Eat to feed itself to then move on.
It is a leech!
Born and taught to exist for what it is!
It is not a care provider.
Or a nourishing vegetable,
Loaded with beneficial vitamins...
Benefiting the mind and physical wellbeing of mankind.
No,
It is not!
It is a leech.
That's it.
Defined by its own circumstances.
And programmed to identify,
What it has to do to survive.
And once it knows what it is,
It is not going to be anything else.
No matter how lengthy the therapy sessions.
Or the sacrifices others make...
When the activities of the leech begins to become outsourced.
A leech is a leech!
Nothing more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Jealousy
There is a thing that nothing is,
A foolish wanton, sober wise;
It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares,
And yet it flies, it sees, it heares;
It lives by losse, it feeds on smart,
It joyes in woe, it liveth not;
Yet evermore this hungry elfe
Doth feed on nothing but itselfe.
poem by William Strode
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