Saddest Sight I Ever Done Seen - (#I.)
T'was the saddest sight I ever done seen,
Bridles here-
'An saddles there.
Why, there was even blankets and halters,
Made o' some of the nicest leather I'd ever come acrost.
All of it was just a sittin' there,
Like a bump on a log.
T'was a beautiful sight,
For a country girl.
T'was sad to know it had been a waitin' there,
Patient as a dog,
For quite some time now.
Why, it was covered in so much dust,
It looked as if it were done made o' velvet,
'Stead o' leather.
There was a horse trailer,
A place out in the country,
And hay-
Everything a cowboy could ever need.
This guy had all the accesories.
But, somethin' was missin'.
I wonder what it could be?
A horse! , of course.
Silly ole' me!
Yep.
A cowboy,
With everything western-
Up high,
Down low,
And in between-
T'was the saddest sight I ever done seen!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Custom Made Saddles
I thought you said,
They were avid horse riders?
Why haven't they joined us?
'Who knows?
They mentioned something about,
Having custom made saddles.
And as of yet 'THEY' have not arrived.'
What does that have to do with the horses?
They have saddles already on their backs.
'Who knows?
Maybe they want to impress the horses,
With their abilities.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Among the Red Guns
Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Dreams go on.
Among the leather saddles,
In the heads of soldiers
Heavy in the wracks and kills
Of all straight fighting:
Dreams go on.
Among the hot muzzles,
In the hands of soldiers
Brought from flesh-folds of women--
Soft amid the blood and crying--
In all your hearts and heads
Among the guns and saddles and muzzles:
Dreams,
Dreams go on,
Out of the dead on their backs,
Broken and no use any more:
Dreams of the way and the end go on.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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Pony
Im just a bachelor,
Im lookin for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride without even fallin off
Gotta be compatible,
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off,
I promise that you wont wanna get off
(chorus:)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
Sittin here flossin, peepin your steelo
Just once if I have the chance, the things I would do to you
You and your body, every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine, juices flowin down your thigh
(chorus 2x)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If were gonna get nasty baby
First well show and tell
Till I reach your pony tail (oh)
Lurk all over and through you baby
Until we reach the stream
Youll be on my jockey team (ooh)
(chorus 2 1/2x)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
(fades)
Ride it
song performed by by Ginuwine
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The nicest woman is your own; the nicest harvest is your neighbors.
Hammerhead
(reyne/hussey)
Be my ritual
Be my one desire
Be my light,be my pure delight
Be my purifier
Youll never know what you do to me
Five times a day
My self-destruction youll over-see
Dont go,dont go away
Just a touch of you
Just a taste
Like kissing God is what we do
Lets go to waste
Youll never know what you do to me
So sublime
Youre like devil in heaven
Every,every time
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead
Take the food from my mouth
Take my sex
Take my friends,take my lovers
Here,take this
Youll never know what you do to me
Maybe Im wrong
Lets take this journey together
Please come,please come along
Please come,please come along
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead
Oh...
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Youve been hanging with the nicest people
Hammerhead (hammerhead)
Some silken slip of evil
Hammerhead...
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Blankets
Some blankets are thin
that cover the poor.
They're lucky to have them.
They sleep on the floor.
No pillow to sleep on
to cradle their head,
nothing to sleep on
that's called a bed.
Some blankets are downy
that cover the rich.
No shivering at night
in their warm little niche.
Their heads have been cradled
since they were born.
They sleep in comfort
all cozy and warm.
Some blankets are heavy.
They weigh you down.
You can't move your toes
or wriggle them around.
You lay there quite still
and wrestle with thought.
You think of blankets
that are light.
and if the poor
will be alright?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hell Bent For Leather
Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when hell appear
All await, engines ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear
Wheels! a glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! from a streak of fire as he strikes!
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Black as night, faster than a shadowcrimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, of sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comes
Fools! self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! crash one by one to the ground
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Sunday Is The Saddest Day
Sunday is the saddest day
When were apart everything I say
Gets in the way, gets into place
Of how I feel standing face to face
Sunday is the saddest day
All you want
All you breathe
You wont need to find another
Tell me what is wrong
Tell me where we belong
And what we said
Tell me its only in my head
Show me whos to blame
Show me were the same
And where we go
Yeh show me something I dont know
Sunday is the saddest day
Dont give me legends, theyre far too late
Your sweet crusader he got away
I know thats hard to take
Sunday is the saddest day
You dont want
You dont need
Cause its hard to pull together
Tell me what is wrong
Tell me where we belong
And what we said
Tell me its only in my head
Show me whos to blame
Show me were the same
And where we go
Yeh show me something I dont know
Sunday is the saddest day
You pick apart everything I say
Sunday is the sadddest day
All you want
All you breathe
You wont need to find another
Tell me what is wrong
Tell me where we belong
And what we said
Tell me its only in my head
Show me whos to blame
Show me were the same
And where we go
Yeh show me something I dont know
Tell me what is wrong
Tell me where we belong
And what we said
Tell me its only in my head
Show me whos to blame
Show me were the same
And where we go
Yeh show me something I dont know
(sunday is the saddest day)
Yeh show me something I dont know
(sunday is the saddest day)
There must be something I dont know
(sunday is the saddest day)
(when were apart everything I say)
Dont tell me its only in my head
(sunday is the saddest day)
song performed by by Texas
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The Big Bang
They had waited on blankets, in cars,
to view the Chrysanthemum stars.
Instead of a pyrotechnic display,
The authorities sent them away.
A brief blast of frightening power
consumed at once many a flower.
It appears a computer malfunction
was the cause of the mini eruption.
The engineered boom had gone bust.
Makes you wonder- now who can you trust?
In the desert that night 'neath the stars
Jupiter, Venus and Mars
put on their free, nightly, display.
People on blankets, in cars
very seldom look up to the stars.
There a bowlful of wonder and light
goes sight unseen most every night.
The gift of a child's sense of wonder
goes unwrapped by these mortals down under.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Mr. Airing
I know someone,
Who will change your life.
He's sweet and nice,
Has a real big heart.
He cares for everyone.
He cares for everything.
He's the nicest man,
You'll ever meet.
Mr. Airing,
Thanks for everything.
You work really hard.
Funny and nice,
You make my day,
With your smile.
I've never met a more fun,
Librarian.
You read to us and help us.
You make everyone's day.
You're fun, happy, cheerful, and more.
I could say more,
But that would take all day.
So instead I'll say this:
Thanks for everything,
You've done for me.
And thank you for being the nicest,
Sweetest, Happiest Man I've ever met.
You're the best,
Mr. Airing.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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'Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Ecclesiastes In 4 Short Stanzas
O the poor men, they had no blankets
And it was meaningless under the sun
The wise were only chasing the wind
The meaningless wind, under the sun
O the poor men, with no one to lie down with
They were cold and under the sun
If only they had their blankets and meaning
They could chase folly under the sun
O the poor men, oppressed and freezing
With no folly to chase under the sun
Their oppressors left them with no blankets
With no comfort under the sun
And it was meaningless
poem by Something Changing
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The Old Soft Pillow To Rest My Head This Christmas
an empty room is
still a room, and it has
become mine,
to accept that it is
empty and it
shall be like that
for the coming years
is freedom
from too many
expectations
or bridles
all i had is a soft pillow
to rest my head
and it made me
feel so good
that i overslept that
night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A girl in leather shoes
I am a girl in leather shoes
without socks, a girl who has
no need of socks, a girl
who has few friends-
but doesn't need any.
A strong girl, with real opinions
in her head; sockless in her leather shoes,
a girl whose stride is purposeful,
feet secure inside the leather,
a girl who wears nothing artificial,
who takes in nothing not genuine-
And if she should ever sweat,
this brave, sockless girl,
who knows exactly where she is going
safe in her leather
and her strong opinions-
she would never, never let it show.
poem by Patti Masterman
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A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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I made a series of wrong decisions about moderately recent books, and I've sold the rights to studios for ridiculous amounts of money and the films have never been made. That's the saddest thing of all, because they're locked up and no one else can make them.
quote by John Le Carre
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Rohtang Pass
When we were on the bank of Beas,
the sharp silver crests above
and the steep terrain below,
the dense groves, the breeze sliding meadows
the scabious plants on the slopes
the tumbling river down the crag,
and the cool sleep-inducing clime
made us all spellbound.
It was a sight rarely seen!
Lo! The orchards lost bloom as winter sets in! 1
When we stepped out of the car,
Nature worked miracles by hailing.
Balls of ice-flake showered over us.
We caught them and threw around.
Soon followed the blizzards with sleets..
The thought of frostbite made us hire shoes and all
and we sat over the saddles of horses
not gallopng but walking up and down.
The tribes make a fast buck!
They fleeced us to walk over the slush
around the icy - king and queen.
Oh, some barefooted girls fall and roll on snow!
My friend paid for skating-kit
and had some snaps taken feigning slithering down.
Can anyone bid farewell to that pass?
What a bewitching pass it is!
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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My shoes
My shoes were brought to me on order
from Zimbabwe by a missionary,
a man who sell bibles
and sometimes give them away,
just before Robert Mugabe
did root out the manufacturers and sellers
and the rest of my order went to waste
with another pair of buffalo leather shoes
and a buffalo leather jacket as well.
The black handmade elephant leather shoes
do tread far roads with me,
they try to walk on the tracks
of my deceased father,
try to stand up with integrity
like my late grandmother wanted.
The other day I had them re-soled,
to lay down some more tracks
and the elephant leather
might last a life time
and I wonder how the future
folds open before them?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob
Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man,
Solon of the main street, full of curious lore,
Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, weather man,
Pegging there, or stitching by his shop front door;
Keen-eyed and frugal, Long John McDougal
Talked as he toiled there, or harked to others' woes,
With his tousled old grey head and steel-rimmed spectacles,
His old steel spectacles perched on the end of his nose.
Long John the leather man: boots, bridles any a thing
Fashioned out of leather, could his wise hands mend.
'Cease your foolish blether, man! For I have cobbled many a thing
Cobbled it and cured it wi' me strong wax-end.
Cease your foolish blether, man. 'Tis Long John, the leather man
Has shod the feet of half the town, an' no complaints from those.'
And his old head would waggle and his steel-rimmed spectacles
His smeared old spectacles perched on the end of his nose.
Long John, the cobbler, sets aside his sowing owl,
Sets aside his apron and gives his hands a rub,
And trots off for his nobbler, just as he has been going all
These long years for his whisky at the Railway pub.
Long John, the cobbler, calling for his nobbler:
One I'll tak', or two I'll tak', but I'm content wi' those.'
And he gazes e'er so wisely thro' his steel-rimmed spectacles
His bent old spectacles perched on the tip of his nose.
Long John McDougal sat to have a crack there,
Just within his shop door the day I left the town,
Keen-eyed and frugal. And if I ever went back there
I know I'd find him fadeless, his wise law laying down
Kind-eyed and frugal, Long John McDougal,
Spouting weather prophesies, downing fiscal foes,
Peering, with his head back, thro' grime-dimmed spectacles
His old steel spectacles perched on the tip of his nose.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Truly Yours
Hey I like you like hell,
Never can I bid U farewell;
I love you only when u r hot,
U are the nicest my eyes have ever caught;
I can have U anytime,
Rest assured U will only be my prime;
I forget if its day or night,
Even if U come to my sight;
U r awesome and to the dot,
To define U my words r falling short;
U r my lock as well as key
You are none other than
My favourite noodles Maggi Maggi Maggi! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Kavita Iyer
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