The Gristle-Biter
Down at the bottom of Crinkly Wood
there lives the Gristle-Biter
who visits children who do no good
and leaves them so much lighter.
The Gristle-Biter likes to feed
on cartilage, (though tough) .
No flesh nor fish nor bone, indeed
they're not his favourite stuff.
So when you wake without your ears
or missing half your nose.
I'd mend your ways and dry those tears
or next time..lower down he goes!
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Run On
(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Stop God almighty let me tell you the news
My heads been wet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking to the man from galilee
My God spoke and he spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God almighty let me tell you what he said
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
You may throw your rock and hide your hand
Working in the dark against your fellow man
As sure as God made the day and the night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light
You may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying to take the mote from your neighbours eyes
As sure as God made the rich and poor
You gonna reap just what you sow
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife
Brother let me tell you as sure as youre born
You better leave that woman alone
Because one of these days mark my word
You think that brother is going to work
And youll sneak up and knock on that door
Thats all brother youll knock no more
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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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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Serial Killer
The puma of the will
has pounced again
This time, a doe
too slow through snow
The fangs are in
The kill's the will's
The stomach roars
as it devours
the blood and gristle
in its lair
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 05
Speak so between two enemies that thou mayest not be put to shame if they become friends.
Between two men contention is like fire,
The ill-starred back-biter being the wood-carrier.
When both of them become friends again
He will among them be unhappy and ashamed.
To kindle fire between two men
Is not wise but is to burn oneself therein.
Converse in whispers with thy friends
Lest thy sanguinary foe may hear thee.
Take care of what thou sayest in front of a wall
Because an ear may be behind the wall.
Banquet
Come to the dinner gong
The table is laden high
Fat bellies and hungry little ones
Tuck your napkins in
And take your share
Some get the gravy
And some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
And some get nothing
Though theres plenty to spare
I took my share down by the sea
Paper plates and javex bottles on the tide
Seagulls come down
And they squawk at me
Down where the water-skiers glide
Some turn to jesus
And some turn to heroin
Some turn to rambling round
Looking for a clean sky
And a drinking stream
Some watch the paint peel off
Some watch their kids grow up
Some watch their stocks and bonds
Waiting for that big deal
American dream
I took my dream down by the sea
Yankee yachts and lobster pots and sunshine
And logs and sails
And shell oil pails
Dogs and tugs and summertime
Back in the banquet line
Angry young people crying
Who let the greedy in
And who left the needy out
Who made this salty soup
Tell him were very hungry now
For a sweeter fare
In the cookie I read
Some get the gravy
And some get the gristle
Some get the marrow bone
And some get nothing
Though theres plenty to spare
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Kaleidoscope and Harpsichord
As I've told my wife too many times,
the meaning of any poem hides
in the marriage of cadence and sound.
Vowels on a carousel,
consonants on a calliope,
whistles and bells,
we need them all
tickling our ears.
Otherwise, the lines
are gristle and fat, no meat.
Is it any wonder, then,
my wife has a problem
with any poem I give her to read
for a second opinion, especially
when the poem has no message
and I'm simply trying to hear
what I'm saying and don't care
if I understand it.
The other night in bed
I gave her another poem to read
and afterward she said this poem
was no different than the others.
She had hoped I'd improve.
'After all, ' she said,
'you've been writing for years
but reading a poem like this is
like looking through a kaleidoscope
while listening to a harpsichord.'
Point well taken,
point well said.
But then I asked her
what should a man do
if he has careened for years
through the caves of his mind
spelunking for the right
line for a poem
only to hear his wife say
after reading one of his poems
that it was like
'looking through a kaleidoscope
while listening to a harpsichord.'
What should he do-quit?
'Not a chance, '
she said this morning,
enthroned at the kitchen table,
as regal as ever in her fluttery gown
and buttering her English muffin
with long, languorous strokes
Van Gogh would envy.
'He should write even more,
all day and all night, if need be.
After all, ' she said, 'my line
about the kaleidoscope and harpsichord
still needs a poem of its own.
It's all meat, no gristle, no fat.'
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Love Is? ? ?
Love is biter,
love is pain,
without love we all be the same,
love can be lost and found again,
love can turn things upside down inside out,
love is a ride that is worth riding,
love can fill u up with laughter and tears,
Love is joy in many ways,
love can scar u for life,
love is all the joy in the world,
love is peace on paradise,
love can shine through many things,
love can help u through tough times,
love can keep me alive,
without love I don’t know what ill do,
love is all the pain and joy put together,
it can tear u apart,
love is built on friendship and trust,
love is believing in the one u love,
love is when u will do anything for ur special someone,
love is everything…
poem by Sen unknown
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Rock Bottom
When you hit rock bottom
Youve got two ways to go
Straight up
And sideways
I have seen my share of hard times
And Im letting you know
Straight up
Is my way
Things are tough all over
But Ive got good news
When you get down to nothing
Youve got nothing to lose
I was born naked
But Im glory bound
And a dead end street
Is just a place to turn around
(chorus)
When the sky is the limit
Up on easy street
Rock bottom
Aint no place to be
Rock bottom
Aint no place for me
When the law of the jungle
Is the law of the land
Good luck
Stayin? alive
I keep a clinched fist under
This hat in my hand
cause only the strong survive
Things are tough all over
But Ive got good news
When you get down to nothin? br> youve got nothin? to lose
Anyway, rock bottom
Is good solid ground
And a dead end street
Is just a place to turn around
When the sky is the limit
Up on easy street
Rock bottom
Aint no place to be
Rock bottom
Aint no place for me
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Life is bitter
Life is biter
Very very bitter
It waves are stronger
Turning my life upside down
Now i cant carry my crown
I cant smile than to frown
I cant go high
I cant fly
To the sky
My glory taken from me
Like the fish taken from the sea
Sadness becomes my recipe
If a flower dries
It looses it beauty
I am locked up
And cannot find the key
My heart is broken
And i need to make it whole
So i said to my soul
If i had the wings of a dove
The i will fly away
Till there is a better day
poem by Matt Ancient
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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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The Hidden Wealth
Adam and Eve together stood
Amid the crop they both were tending,
While far away the feathery wood
Of Eden in the wind was bending.
And Adam, feeling in his veins
The better for his splendid tussle,
Laughed at his body for its pains,
And showed to Eve his hardening muscle.
Fine was the bread his sweat had earned,
Despite the fields of rock and thistle,
While daily wounds and baulkings turned
His olden softness into gristle.
So, thinking deeply of the life
Of chartered idleness and blisses,
Suddenly he seized his comely wife
And took her mouth by storm with kisses.
"Dear heart!" he cried, "we fare the best
When earth and labour roughly grapple.
Who could have thought the only rest
Worth having, centred in an apple!"
poem by Norman Rowland Gale
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Yes please
The virtuoso of the cotton strung piano
served his cliches from a second hand tongue.
He lusted for
gut, flesh and gristle.
High on base testosterone
he would rather hurt a man
than kiss him.
The polished brush steel bar
cast back low self regard
in this place where lying fate
evolves all people ugly
to perpetuate its pornograhic
cruelties.
He wanted to howl at the moon
but cocooned inside the failure
and lies his voice had no authority
poem by Ewan Paterson
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Evil Midjet
the evil midjet that lives in my house
smells very weird and keeps bugging me
bugging me to feed him
the evil midjet that lives in my house
is six years old
that evil midjet is my half-brother
he never leaves my side
even though i tell him to go away
he still wants to play!
the evil midjet likes to jump on me
and hurt me
he messes things up
and sleeps in my bed
poem by Taylor Marie
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My World Of Poetry That Muses
Nice,
Neat,
But mused up in the world of poetry! !
However, do get it right all day long,
And like my world of püoetry that muses;
For, i do learn always from the teacher of the faith.
If you don't know how to rule your own house,
How then can you rule a nation? !
For, i am able to teacgh with the humility of my mind;
And, step by step along the same route of love.
Whistle, hustle, bustle, thistle, bristle. gristle, rustle;
And like a novice deceived by your acts!
However, try to ve a light to the ones in darkness and a guide to the blind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Am.... (Here, I Am Gone!)
i am...
the screen half torn from the door,
the print of the raccoon,
on the hood of the car.
i am oil tinged rainwater,
caught in a bucket.
the sound of trucks
on a distant highway.
i am snake skin, and spider's web,
and the trail of the ants.
the old woman hanging clothes,
the dog on the porch.
i am children dirty half naked,
the watermelon, and the broomstick.
i am poverty boiling,
on the salted burner.
i am the funeral suit,
and hymns made of wool.
i am spit dripping,
from the chin of eternity.
the unshaven gristle
of autumn awaiting winter.
i am the kite stuck
in the highest branch.
i am the lover, the potter,
the gospel of the snail
going home!
i am the wrap of two bodies,
two tongues, and one soul.
i am the song of rust,
tempting the grass.
i am here, i am gone!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hungry Children
Everyday children around the world are starving,
Children has to go without food,
When their parents don't have the money to feed them,
All over the world, there are times,
When all children have went to bed without anything to eat.
Children die every single day,
Because they don't have,
Enough money to feed themselves.
Food should be free to low-income families,
So that the people who can't afford to feed their children can feed them,
Without having to worry that their children or themselves will die,
If food is free to these people,
We will have children for our next gernation.
poem by Bethany Williams
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