Used-Up Joe
I'm de only one left ob de Colony niggers;
How things do meander away!
When dey count my yeahs dey break down on de figgers,--
Fer things will meander away.
I was heah when Columbus discubbered Ohio;
I'm dyin' wid hunger today.
Lock me up in a pantry day's filled wid mince-pie--
Oh! how things would meander away.
Brudder Gabriel, blow! I am ready to go;
I am tired ob dis long delay.
You've de wicked to warn; better look for yer horn,--
Fer things will meander away.
I's as poor as de turkey dat Job was its owner;
How things do meander away!
I'm as sick as de whale when he landed up Jonar,--
Fer things will meander away.
I'm in debt for my day before yesterday's dinner,
An' can't find de cash fer to pay:
In dat Savin's Band game some one else was de winner,--
Fer things will meander away.
I'm a gnarly ole tree, wid a hurricane fightin';
How things do meander away!
All de limbs are torn off, an' de leabes gone akittin',--
Fer things will meander away.
Send me home for repairs when de hurricane ceases;
Remember de words dat I say!
Tie me up in a bag, an' don't stop for de pieces,--
Fer things will meander away.
Had my right eye knocked out by a word dat I hollered;
How things do meander away!
Called a white man a fool, an' an axerdent follered,--
Fer things will meander away.
Den a railroad collusion run ober some cattle,
An' one ob my limbs went astray;
An' anudder I left on de cornfield ob battle,--
Fer things will meander away.
Nitro-glycerum cans are not safe to unsodder;
How things do meander away!
An' wid circular saws 'tisn't wise fer to bodder,--
Fer things will meander away.
Dis ere top-lock was lifted by red Injun debils;
'Twas den de black wool become gray;
An' my last wooder leg was shot off by de rebels,--
For things will meander away.
Nicodemus, my son-in-law, long ago started;
How things do meander away!
An' dey say, from de gum-tree his bones hab departed,--
Fer things will meander away.
He will nebber come back, let me tell ye--no, nebber!
To pick up his burden of clay:
Gib a mud-turtle wings an' a free pass forebber,--
Ob course he'll meander away.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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A Crow Left Of The Murder
Unlearn Me
Ditch what I read
Behind what I heard
Look! Find! Free!
Yet? Do You get it yet?
Do You get it?
From here on it's instinctual
Even straight roads meander
Every piece contains a map of it all!
It all!
Evidence
In the march of the ant
Pulse of the sea
Look! Find! Free!
Yet? Do You get it yet?
Do You get it?
From here on it's instinctual
Even straight roads meander
Every piece contains a map of it all!
It all!
Out of line and indivisible
A crow left of the murder
Every piece contains a map of it all!
It all!
Everything I wanted, wanted to know
Everything I wanted, wanted to see
Unlearn Me
Do You get it yet?
Look, Find, Free
Do you get it yet?
song performed by by Incubus
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Something Appropriate
They meander incapable
Of helping themselves.
Intelligence is nonexisting.
And mediocrity is applauded
For the effort!
Who is to blame?
An insanity embraced,
As achievement...
That has replaced
Encouraging the process of thought!
They are all caught up,
In the physicality of 'things'
A reality that brings them all disaster!
And with that approaching...
They all look for something appropriate,
To wear!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human. Meander if you want to get to town.
quote by Michael Ondaatje
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Meander
Rain of Tuesday, flowing in wet seams;
watery rivulets run along road sides;
to faraway, vanishing in rainy streams;
I see you smiling, in my college slides;
A maid within Autumn mizzle to dance,
it was a September to recall, euphoric,
in blissful years traveler, stare askance,
occurring in my austere, hard life Doric.
In Boston Aquarium, with seals laughing,
Used a Minolta camera and Rokkor lens
eyes full of surprises, curiously asking,
inditing words on palms, with Cross pens.
Oettinger GTI races to one hundred sixty
black plummet bellows on P7 to reckon,
upon a meander path in woods, misty,
Alpine sounds a mystique fog, to second.
.................................. ....…
Amid woods our images will drive forever,
two wraiths will travel on a trip beautiful;
nostalgic to salute the trees - a meander,
is coiling to infinity, loving and wistful.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Souvenirs
Meander without leaving a trail
Like how you cry without a wail
They come, they go, the beacons
Of this silently burdened quarters
Like how you shall when you seek,
When you are sought,
When you are found;
The tourists who wander and
The streetlamps at every dusk
They are the only things that pass
But still remains the same.
So, come and be sought,
So, come and seek,
And pick up the little souvenirs
Of the best pilfered time
But never leave one
Not even the memory
Of your taillights' waning.
It had been too good
To remain the same
Perhaps heaven lies within
The tranquility of beckoning
So tonight I shall wager
For the heaven in these souvenirs.
poem by Norman Santos
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Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.
quote by Marion Howard
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A late night walk that ends in Peace - June 22,2012
Vultures meander on their bikes
the gas station lights flicker
I walk with quickened pace and brawn
To escape their rapacious tongs' that glimmer
Obscenities chew centurion words
Bayonet looks from across the river
On asphalt roads of distant concrete
I escape to be their dinner
poem by Kevin Patrick
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To Silvia
Silvia, let us from the crowd retire,
For what to you and me
(Who but each other do desire)
Is all that here we see?
Apart we'll live, though not alone;
For who alone can call
Those who in deserts live with one
If in that one they've all?
The world a vast meander is,
Where hearts confusedly stray;
Where few do hit, whilst thousands miss,
The happy mutual way.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Vociferous
You are my infinite
life and death
and because of you
I am not afraid
to be afraid
because your hands
honed my calluses,
combed my mane,
and tamed my fangs
and taught the lion
to meander undone
and tonight, as the mountain
goes brown and slowly
and the moon masquerades
I roar for you again
over and over
until your mountains
will be moved
poem by Norman Santos
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The Perfect Vengeance Is Suicide
The blood spilled on the page
Unforgiving with stale stains
Of blazing vengeance, betrayal
And overweening pride
But amends fell in a vertical line
A taut brawl for the sake of memories
And rue lingers with your zephyr breath
And never will I commit to the same mistakes
Back to the glassine veneer, I meander
Hoping that these last words
Is suffice for you to remember
That you will always be
A great part of me
Let's not ruin
The end of it.
poem by Norman Santos
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All Over the Place
They've allowed innuendo to grow.
Slander to meander.
Petty gossip to pop up!
Nosiness to remain top on their lists.
And questionable 'christian' values,
To determine 'how' to acknowledge themselves.
And no one has an identity they show...
Or can say they 'know' to pride!
Apparently that has been sacrificed
For the right to express indignities...
With a disrespect shown and owned.
'WHERE are you going with 'this'? '
I am not going anywhere with it!
In fact...
This crap is all over the place!
And I can't get it off my welcome mat!
Even with the use of tact!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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High Sierras
Marauding mountains meander mysteriously
Piercing the sky as far as I can see.
A chorus of nature’s hypnotic silence speaks volumes to me.
These gentle monsters so majestic and high
Send soothing messages when their breezes sigh.
At times as I gaze I can’t help but wonder
If they are from an almighty artist or just nature’s blunder.
Then I realize they have been designed by an infinite hand
Far beyond the scope of anything I understand.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Fata Morgana
Sworn into secrecy
We waft in the air
With innocuous wings
Slicing the horizon
To reveal what we are
This mirage,
This esoteric mesh
This loud silence
Venting through the fringe
With all the colors
Of the blackest stars
With streams in our eyes,
With candles in our palms,
Who are we to judge
The meander of hearts?
When we are astray
From the very start
Cling onto hope
Cling onto fear
Cling on with you lissome hands
Let the beating be surreal.
poem by Norman Santos
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Roars Of The Sea
Amid the roars, the sea
Creeps through my fingers;
I shall meander through the yellow beach,
Casting stones on the Devil.
It, the sea of evil, creeps
Into the shell, or human body,
Where my attitudes think
And my discontents arise
Like the morning and afternoon,
But not the night.
I have cried all my life,
And this sea emptied into the sea.
I will weep once in heaven,
Where the devil is absent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Restless
Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue
what if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
(re) fresh from bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new
or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's 'work' find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
strip away a mournful state of heart
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Embarrassing Predicament
If everything had been given to him,
As has been rumored and believed.
Where did he obtain that work ethic from?
And how was that achieved?
'That is what has been given to him.
And that is what folks unbelieving,
Can not conceive.
Although that is clearly seen! '
But if he is the lazy one...
What have the others done?
'Good question.
Perhaps that is why they remain in hiding.
There is nothing like the exposure of full disclosure.
Or the silence heard from one producing.
Unseduced by rumors, innuendo or slander.'
Or an embarrassing predicament,
Experienced by fools with minds confused.
Who still find excuses to meander.
'Either way.
He gets done what he does,
With very little to say.
He needs to be teaching that.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Statue Has Spoken
I want the statue to speak,
I wish his lovely rule was dead,
And I desire the wrong head
Of a wonderful man fully in right.
This time a sea has opened before me
And this time they resent whole paths.
Love for her beautiful story is a great
Work of art.
I see a righteous man beg for mercy
In front of the day he was right.
This foot has blown off the other
With seas that meander like rivers.
Many arguments end the tale,
Much is the gradient of disbelief.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My lonley night
A pale moon against the raven sky
This cloudless night alone I lie
Panicked shakes rack my body
Whilst I regret what I cannot remember
Her name haunts the sanctity of my mind
A memory lost and that, which I love,
An idea played up and masked by my longing, my desire
Lost I meander through my memories seeking some form of refuge
Reality closes in.
in an epiphany my dream is shattered,
And forever lost to me.
poem by Jake Caranto
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In the House
I meander through my house in safety,
Ever in comfort as before, like an abbey.
In this prayer my questions are answered
From practice and patience, and afterward.
The stairs beam on my mind when confronted,
Escalating into joys or jumps to be aborted.
I stare into space like the room itself,
Feeling the stars in my home, still and oneself.
Music has meant some of the family,
It resonated along the walls - yippee!
I have art and I have quality of life,
The splendid walk of the hall is from a housewife.
poem by Naveed Akram
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