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It's Too Late To Raid The Caters

It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.

It's too late to raid the caters.
They came to serve,
Not set policy.

Those who fed their needs have left.
The caters are packing and are out of breath.
If crumbs you wish there are still dishes to lick.
But a raiding of the caters...
Will not solve your demands,
To have them wait on you by command.

They may understand what you command,
But they have come only to serve...
Not create what you believe is deserved.

It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.
With no tip of gratitude to leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In this age of consumerism film criticism all over the world - in America first but also in Europe - has become something that caters for the movie industry instead of being a counterbalance.

quote by Wim Wenders
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Daytime has been successful all these years because it caters to a very real need in the audience - to see something that's not nighttime fantasy. People watch daytime because it's like their lives.

quote by Erika Slezak
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An Example!

Hell is raised, when unworthy gets an upper hand
History suggests & time will tell, all wrong stands
A little success or temporary power, enough to make one wild
But tables turn & Time swaps, HE is there to Smile
One Great power always there, was gazing silently
Finally caters these dramaphilics, with wrath exemplary.

poem by Samima Shah
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Why Is It!

That…………
When you find a dress that’s a delight, it’s far too tight!
When you find just the right merchandise, it’s not in your size!
When you find a perfect fitting shoe, it’s in brown not blue!
When you find a shop that caters for your age, nothing in it is ‘the rage’!
When you search for nice elegant clothes, where you get them from, heaven knows!
You’re trying to look real smart, and not a tart, but the only designs are for the lower teens, .
At least there are jeans!
Oh, please don’t make us look so out of date, it’s not too late, to be an older beauty, a real cutie!
We’re certainly not past our ‘sale by’ date, never underrate us, MATE! ! !
There’s more to us than meets the eye, SWEETIE PIE! !

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Pseudoscience speaks to powerful emotional needs that science often leaves unfulfilled. It caters to fantasies about personal powers we lack and long for.

Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
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It Is Space

Dim and indefinable is this place,
It is hard to understand why it is Space.
Of doubts is the black globe I am in,
This is Space, the true odd reflection of life.
How is this elusive?
I can describe, for I occupy the vacuum,
In ways different to man, and man is here,
Where it is barren and strange.
We have a desert on Earth,
But why do we live in such a stupor
Such as this.
My universe caters for the blind,
The stars are other than these,
The planets reside in my head.

poem by Naveed Akram
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True Human To Serve

Garden as such looks so beautiful
Different colors with flowers plentiful
Each one smells differently and spreads the fragrance
No one can notice how and which one does it at once

To bring them together and show it as one
The fragrance doubles power and presents as unique one
With one show whole environment is like perfume
As if hatred has disappeared and loves only to consume

Can we not act as garden flowers to smell?
With different culture, races and tolerance to tell
To brethrens all over world that yes we stand as one
So far human blood is concerned we can be separated by none

We shall act, cry and suffer together
But not yield to any division either
We want no more pathetic shows
As we feel their presence to grow

No matter what we profess
It hardly caters the need to resurface
We shall take care of ourselves
Behave as true human and serve

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Surprised Us All

Big rivers and small rivers,
The deadly raid surprised us all! !
But it is time for us to move ahead,
Because many are already dead and gone!

At 'München-Airport',
She was rich down there and all over!
But i thank you for being here with me tonight,
And like the blues-boy and the blues-girl.

My people want to know more about this raid;
Because, they killed him anf one of his wives!
And this deadly raid surprised us all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To the Superior Animal

To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's
A fact the years decide;
It is a common thing with cats
And not a thing to hide.

But to feel what it is -- how kind
How true to love and law
For this you must be quite resigned
And not avoid its paw.

It does not come as reckless foe
A shrinking prey to take,
But with soft footstep that we know
By comfort in its wake.

Though it spoils something -- that is true,
Which we must learn to lack
And takes alike from me and you
What never does come back.

It caters for our failing strength
In many a dainty scrap,
And gently lays us at our length
In some secluded lap.

It may bless you -- (I think it should)
Beyond what I make out,
With things perhaps too great and good
For cats to talk about.

Since I find in it blessing free
From all it can destroy,
And so its progress is to me
A miracle of joy.

But my look out to occupy
And make the most of that.
You must be quite as old as I,
If not yourself a Cat!

poem by Anna Laetitia Waring
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My Dreaming

My dreaming carries electrical bargains
Understanding the brain by deductions.
My dream surrendered to awe and work,
May thinking of the day be artwork and brickwork.
The mind has a prison of thoughts,
Lulling the contents with safety and blots.
The space for a prisoner is strongly small
After he or she caters for the other who is tall.
Similarly, the thoughts of our head are attached,
They spring and enlarge and be hatched.
My dreaming makes me sick at times,
Someday I pray for times to be rhymes.

poem by Naveed Akram
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We have suffered unnumbered ills and crimes in the name of the Law of the Land. Our men, women, and children have suffered not only the basic brutality of stoop labor, and the most obvious injustices of the
system; they have also suffered the desperation of knowing that the system caters to the greed of callous men and not to our needs. Now we will suffer for the purpose of ending the poverty, the misery, and the injustice, with the hope that our children will not be exploited as we have been. They have imposed hunger on us, and now we hunger for justice. We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure.

quote by Cesar Chavez
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Late Cat

Late to train
Late to bus
Late to class
And late to party;
She is everywhere a late cat!

Late to eat
Late to sleep
Late to fate
And late to luck;
She is for everything a late cat!

Late to clock
Late to block
Late to dash
Against the truck
And, lo! Even late to death;
She is always a late cat!

poem by Sasikala Kamandula
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Raids In Brothels

To have a raid in a brothel
Is to have a raid in an inn.
Hunger for sex and food is met.
Such raids amount to barbarism.

Sexual gratifications are
Denied by perverts, and the pair
Is prosecuted by the jealous
And punished by the sadists.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Egg Raid On Mojo

Chorus)
Egg raid on mojo! (x4)
We dressed all in black. We snuk up around the back. We began to
attack. The eggs they cracked on mojo's back. Go!!
(Chorus)
Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Egg raid! Gonna die! Eat up mojo al the time

song performed by by Beastie Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Too Late

See the stop-light turn-in red,
Dont you listen to what its said.
All the things you try to hide,
They keep you runnin hard inside.
Oh, you got to leave this town before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Oo, yes, my friend, youre fadin fast, if you stay here you wont last.
Before your time has run astray, youve got to try to get away.
Oh, you got to leave this place before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Too late, too late to make the change
Too late to make the change
Yes, its time to make the change, yes, its time to rearrange,
So, my friend, I join the fight for the things you know are right.
Oh, you got to leave this town before its...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the change.
Too late, too late to make the change
Too late, too late, to make the change
Too late to make the change
Too late, before its too late.

song performed by by Journey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've been inside the house of high end taste

they call it
Airforce One
somewhere in the city of
THe Flesh
High End it caters to the taste
of Prime Ministers and
Justices and
Cabinet Secretaries
to include
The Generals

Count me in
but i will not tell you who i am
or was
and what i do for this
Republic

There is a secret passage
for VIP's
leading to an Aquarium of
First Class Gold Fish
all naked on white smooth flesh
pink breasts and purple nipples

You choose your type
And Someone Up there pays
the Price in Dollars

The Best in Asia
Heaven is at the tip of your tongue
Your finger
and Your
Strong front tail.

If you are poor and not influential
this is nothing
but your usual house of
ill -repute and you are but
and ordinary construction worker
starving for
quick sex and if you are older than 50
they call you
Dirty Old Man
F****S***T

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Money matters

Money may talk
Changer style while you walk
Bring arrogance at once
If you get it by chance

You may have feeling
Of rich man and willing
To reach for everything
Even if that includes murders and killings

It brings worry and tension
Person may retain and never mention
He may want still more
Even if rain sufficiently pour

Heart may turn dry
It will have no feeling to cry
It is like stone and can't shy
That is why rich are called worthless to try

Yet money matters
Most of the needs it caters
Change the heart of haters
You receive praise and honor through letters

If you use it properly
Stay calm and utilize orderly
Money or wealth may stay as long as you desire
Or else you may carry bad fame until you expire

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Its Too Late

Its too late now for you to say your sorry
Its too late now for you to make amends
Youre gonna pay for all the lies you told me
Well dont apologize cause its too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late
Its too late now for you to sympathize, dear
The wheel of time is grinding gainst your dreams
I really wouldnt want to cause no pain now
You said those words, you said them much too late
Its too late
Much too late
You said those words
You said them much too late

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Awesome God

Within the little head of ant
Is lodged a brain, so cute in size,
That caters to its needs of life –
A splendid miniature device!

Within the mammoth elephant,
Exists a brain of such large size,
Enough to meet its earthly wants –
A wonderful design of God!

The God of love created all
With perfect body, heart and mind;
Yet, man is dissatisfied still,
And keeps on finding faults with God!

But God made man the creature best,
With soul to know his creator;
Yet, man forgets the Almighty,
And tries to live all by himself!

The caring God loves man much more,
And sent His only Son Jesus,
To live a human life sinless,
And die for mankind’s sins on cross.

Oh, what an awesome God, we know!
Insignificant man must bow
To God’s omnipotence somehow,
Obey Him and never say, ‘No! ’

poem by John Celes
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How Long Has This Been Planned?

The guests are due to arrive,
By the end of the week.
Do you think we can,
Get the new furniture, remodel the house...
And have the landscaping done,
Before the caterers do the luncheon...
This Saturday afternoon.

'What caterers?
How long have you known about this?
And 'why' is this the first I've heard of it.'

Do NOT tell me you forgot to call the caters?
Do NOT tell me that!

'How long has this been planned?
You're right.
I didn't call anybody.'

Five years.
I've been planning this for five years.
And I don't want to hear one word about procrastination.
I told you about this six months ago.
And 'still' I see nothing that you've done accomplished.

'ME?
Well...
Why didn't you remind me?
As I understand it...
These are your friends.
And high school mates.'

I know you do not expect me to keep everything on my mind.
Now you want to accuse me of being neglectful and thoughtless.

'Well, I..uh...
Hey!
What can I say?
I understand?
But you've invited 'your' guests to spend their vacation with us.
For some reason I did not put that on 'my' priority list.?

Hurry up. Hurry up,
Make your point.
You are wasting valuable time.

'If you know it is going to snow.
And you've been given ample time to prepare for it.
Why is there a need to rush to get shovels,
AFTER the blizzard? '

And I guess that philosophy,
Is going to get the caterers here on time?

'You're special.'

Don't try to start nothing.
I aint got time for your foreplay right now.