A Gustatory Achievement
Last Thanksgivin'-dinner we
Et at Granny's house, an' she
Had--ist like she alluz does--
Most an' best pies ever wuz.
Canned _black_ burry-pie an' _goose_
Burry, squshin'-full o' juice;
An' _roz_burry--yes, an' plum--
Yes, an' _churry_-pie--_um-yum_!
Peach an' punkin, too, you bet.
Lawzy! I kin taste 'em yet!
Yes, an' _custard_-pie, an' _mince!_
An'--I--_ain't_--et--no--pie--sin ce!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Diary of a Survivor
Paint me red
Don’t color my dreams
Paint me red and burry me
We haunted the roads like animals
And danced as the windows shattered
We counted the weapons, the breaths, the days
In the invisible hours, we’d lie down and pray
Paint me red and burry me
Blind fold me, so I cannot see
Your disillusioned eyes and wrecked soul
When you surrendered beneath the purple skies
I cannot see it
The hollow human spirit
Paint me red and burry me
Block my nose, so I cannot smell
The smoke, the fog and the haze
The gunpowder you always inhale
It creeps through the nooks, the cracks
Eliminating us insects, stalks over stalks
Paint me red and burry me
Burn my hands, so I cannot fix
The springs in your mattress
And the water in your kitchen
The ceiling leaks blood, your walls cry out loud
And your windows wave silently to those dead clouds
Paint me red and burry me
I am a fool, I cannot help thee
I am a fool, someone help thee.
poem by Kanza Javed
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I Hear The Rain
I hear the rain. I hear the rain.
I hear the rain.
Got to kill the pain.
I hear the rain. I hear the rain.
I hear the rain.
Got to kill the pain.
Burry me out on a lone prarie.
Prarie water washin over me.
Burry me out on a lone prarie.
A friend who calls a coyote.
Burry me out in the lone city.
Sewer water color of my tea.
Burry me out in the lone city.
Sewer water wash we all down to sea.
She use to sit and watch and wait.
Now I think Ill go and sit.
Gordon gano: vocals, electric and acoustic guitar, fiddle
Brian ritchie: mariachi bass, marimba, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Granny
1 Granny's come to our house,
2 And ho! my lawzy-daisy!
3 All the childern round the place
4 Is ist a-runnin' crazy!
5 Fetched a cake fer little Jake,
6 And fetched a pie fer Nanny,
7 And fetched a pear fer all the pack
8 That runs to kiss their Granny!
9 Lucy Ellen's in her lap,
10 And Wade and Silas Walker
11 Both's a-ridin' on her foot,
12 And 'Pollos on the rocker;
13 And Marthy's twins, from Aunt Marinn's,
14 And little Orphant Annie,
15 All's a-eatin' gingerbread
16 And giggle-un at Granny!
17 Tells us all the fairy tales
18 Ever thought er wundered --
19 And 'bundance o' other stories --
20 Bet she knows a hunderd! --
21 Bob's the one fer "Whittington,"
22 And "Golden Locks" fer Fanny!
23 Hear 'em laugh and clap their hands,
24 Listenin' at Granny!
25 "Jack the Giant-Killer" 's good;
26 And "Bean-Stalk" 's another! --
27 So's the one of "Cinderell'"
28 And her old godmother; --
29 That-un's best of all the rest --
30 Bestest one of any, --
31 Where the mices scampers home
32 Like we runs to Granny!
33 Granny's come to our house,
34 Ho! my lawzy-daisy!
35 All the childern round the place
36 Is ist a-runnin' crazy!
37 Fetched a cake fer little Jake,
38 And fetched a pie fer Nanny,
39 And fetched a pear fer all the pack
40 That runs to kiss their Granny!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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12 Years later In The Land Of Joy
The arrows of war!
12 years later in the land of joy!
But my red-burry nights are now disturbed by the bombs.
Where are the tombs to bury all these people? !
For this war is like my loneliness with my blue-burry nights;
But i was disturbed by the stray bullets! !
In the land of joy and in the land of love,
The land of joy is now bombarded here and there! !
And this looks like a hole where the lions went in,
But my mind still rests on all those years gone by.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Take My Heart
Take my heart,
Tear it apart,
Make me cry,
Like you always do,
You make feel miserable,
I can speak for myself,
Yet you tent to speak over me,
You say we will be together forever,
But that didn't last long,
My cut my self up,
Inflect my wounds on you,
Take my heart,
Tear it apart,
while you at it,
Burry my soul to the ground,
And burry my corps with it,
You took away everything I had,
Made the girl I hated to become,
Just let me be,
Go away,
Tear things apart,
Thats what you good at,
Please Take my heart away so far that I will cry myself to sleep tonight.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Minute I Met You
I would like to start off by saying,
I had everything to do with it.
You may think that I lie real well,
You can tell that I am holding it in.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
I will never tell you this,
But I am scared of falling apart.
It may seem like I am holding it together,
But the weather is making it hard.
Nevermind the time or the spinnin of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And wat a site that will be.
All my friends surrounding me.
Just cause you made it this far,
Doesn't mean you made it.
And if I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinkin of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And if I stop (STOP!) ever thinking of you,
I'd probably choke on the words I never said.
If I stop ever thinking of you,
I'd burry my heart and fall back in my bed,
And what a site that will be (that will be),
And wat a site that will be, yeah.
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Hallowed Ground
The profit is a fool, the spirtual man is mad,
For the multitude of thine inequity, and the great hatred. (hosea 9:7)
Everyones trying to decide,
Where to go when theres no place to hide.
I follow the bombs as theyre coming down.
This must have been hallowed ground.
No matter what they decide to have done.
Burn up the clouds, block out the sun.
My hope is in one they cant bring down.
My soul is in hallowed ground.
I see the fear, its on the rise.
Lets catch the enemy by surprise.
Burry your treasure where it cant be found.
Burry it deep in hallowed ground.
Gordon gano: vocals, electric guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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The seasoned lies
Carve a lie on a stone
And burry it somewhere.
It will be taken as truth
When it is uncovered.
20.05.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A peach is a peach
A peach is a peach
A plum is a plum
A kiss isnt a kiss without some tongue
So open you mouth
Close your eyes
And give your tongue some exercise
poem by Kimberly lilley
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Who will bury me?
In the course of my journey
I liked for someone
To hold and to lean on
In the event any adversity
And to burry me when I die.
I got but left them
As they too got me
For similar purpose.
Who will bury me?
01.11.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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African Songs.
For i wrote so long a letter. To Mayombe and Anoah. Telling her I will marry when i want. FOR THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE NOT YET BORN. But burried in the Anthillss of the savannah. Whilst we are still Waiting for the rain. We became the House of Hunger. IN THE COUNTRY OF OUR OWN. Gatherring Goats beats of wood. In the couming of the dry season. GAZZING Chivi Sunsets. Cry my Beloved AFRICA CRY. For they shall Burry Me in Africa.
poem by Jerrimos Mugweni
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Fruit Together
A plum went to market
to buy some grapes,
everyone was was there
that day.
They didn't come
just to play.
Fruit was what
they needed most.
The apple came
to buy some pears,
Pears came to
buy some apples.
They ended up
buying each other.
What a fix,
so fruity was it.
Everyone went home
that day,
so they could all
make some fruit pies.
What a site this
was, seeing each
one making pies out,
of each other,
somehow pies
were made this
day, you ask
How was this done?
you figure it out,
I just wrote
the poem.
wrote 4-14-07
Devil or Angel
Sitting here alone, in the swarthy night,
Watching the star along with the crescent moonlight,
I feel I’ve fell down to a dark side of my heart,
I thought I’ve become a horrific person,
I don’t even know who I am,
I thought I’ve became lunatic,
I thought the sun would never rise again,
I thought the night would lead this world to the dark,
But it’s only bundle of my mind,
I’m not lunatic yet,
The sun still rise in the east,
Shines bright to the world,
But I realize something,
I’ve become a horrific person,
The darkness has lead me to the virulence,
Burry down my holy side,
Lead me to the devil,
Lead me to the hell,
Lead me to the eternal torture flame,
I need my angel come back,
Lead me to the light,
Lead me to the benevolence,
Burry down my evil side of my heart,
I really need my angel to come back,
Help me to seize the light,
Help me to get out of this darkness,
Help me find the eternal happiness
But I don’t know where is my angel,
I don’t know who is my angel,
May be my angel is at the cross of these oceans,
Or may be my angel is you…
Fin
poem by Chris Natalius
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Thomas The Pretender
Tommy's alluz playin' jokes,
An' actin' up, an' foolin' folks;
An' wunst one time he creep
In Pa's big chair, he did, one night,
An' squint an' shut his eyes bofe tight,
An' say, 'Now I 'm asleep.'
An' nen we knowed, an' Ma know' too,
He _ain't_ asleep no more 'n you!
An' wunst he clumbed on our back'fence
An' flop his arms an' nen commence
To crow, like he's a hen;
But when he failed off, like he done,
He didn't fool us childern none,
Ner didn't _crow_ again.
An' our Hired Man, as he come by,
Says, 'Tom can't _crow_, but he kin _cry_.'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Little Old Lady From Pasadena
Its the little old lady from pasadena
Its the little old lady from pasadena
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Got a pretty little flower bed of white gardenias
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
But parked in her rickety old garage
Is a brand new shiny red super-stock dodge
And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard
Its the little old lady from pasadena
You can see her on the street just gettin her kicks now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
With her four speed stick and her four-twenty-six now
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Shes gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
cause she cant keep her foot off the accelerator
And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard
And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on coloradooulevard
Its the little old lady from pasadena
If you see her on the street dont try to choose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
You may have a goer but youll never lose her
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
The guys come to race her from miles around
But shell them a length and shell shut em down
And everybodys saying theres nobody meaner
Than the little old lady from pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard
Shes a terror out on colorado boulevard
Its the little old lady from pasadena
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
Go granny, go granny, go granny go
Granny go
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Why not my family?
Some burry and worms eat.
Some burn and plants in take.
Some throw and vulture feed.
Who wants a body dead?
My soul will desert my body.
Why, then, not my family?
05.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Granny dreamt what Granny liked
she thought she was in some kind of Paris
some kind of Venice or a Granade
but OMG this poor Granny
was walking in a dying beauty shade
still Granny dreamt what Granny liked
and there she wore the clothes so smarty
a lot of make up and accessoir
and there she went to a botox party
she took a cab it was too far
'coz Granny dreamt what Granny liked
this absent minded little resident
with shoes expensive but mind in rags
granny voted all smiling presidents
i guess for too many colourful flags
'coz Granny dreamt what Granny liked
she had fruits to chew and meat to mince
a lover's smile and artficial teeth
preserved for her fairy tale prince
who'll take her to see a coral reef
'coz Granny dreamt what Granny liked
look at the beauty in latest outfit
listen to Granny sing hit of hits
psychology biology re-mix released
if you wanna know what it's all about
get ready for an elderly feast
and follow the Granny leave all doubt
in a dream extreme or so it seems
'coz Granny dreams what Granny likes
(no charge no blame if you do the same
I only wonder why you'd been told
it's not ok to be old...
let Granny dream what Granny likes)
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Pieman
I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell,
Calling out, 'Hot pies! Hot pies to sell!'
Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-pies as well,
Lots and lots and lots of pies - more than you can tell.
Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the lovely smell!
But I wouldn't be a pieman if ...
I wasn't very well.
Would you?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Granny Goodbye
Mom of my dad woman so sad
Oh grannys gonna sleep in peace
Grandmommy of children you love
Oh granny one more minute with me
Walk my granny back home to her house in the sky
Im gonna walk my granny back home
Buon giorn goodbye
Oh virgin of life widow and wife
My nanas heart was torn in two
Cause granddaddy died and he bleeds for his lonely bride
Oh nana I make a prayer for you
Walk my granny back home to her spouse in the sky
Im gonna walk my granny back home
Buon giorn goodbye
Walk my granny back home to her house in the sky
Im gonna walk my granny back home
Buon giorn goodbye
Buon giorn goodbye
Buon giorn goodbye
So long goodbye
Oh granny you gonna sleep in peace
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Burry the corpse.
Be analytical and not reactive
If you want to be tension free.
To be analytical is burry the past.
To be reactive is nurse the corpse.
24.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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