Green Tea Or Juice
Green tea or juice
please don't ask anymore
'just give me anything
to quench my thirst.
Green tea or juice
please don't ask anymore
don't make me think
I've never been in your sight.
Green tea or juice
whatever
just come and join me watch the huge blue sky
while drinking...green tea? ....or juice.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Orange juice
Orange juice mom says drink
When i am sick
It can make me thick
Orange juice i have to pick
licking mom says no
Drinking i have to do
Hate orange juice, mom says i know
Vitamin C it has
And i need to take
for my own sake
Healthy it can make me
Power it can give me
Orange juice
Is all i need
When i am in lead
With the kids at the lake.! :)
poem by michelle al G
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Be healthy
You should eat healthy
and be healthy.
Instead of having juice,
have fruits.
Instead of having junk,
have some green fun.
So, stay healthy
by eating green
and advise others also the same green fun
you should eat healthy
and be healthy! ! !
poem by Vinayak Pandey
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Green, Green, and More Green
There is green everywhere,
even in peoples' hair.Some
on hands, some on shirts.
There is green everywhere!
Green, green, and more green.
I think I'm going crazy over green.
If you don't wear green you get pinched,
then you'll start to itch.
So many people are obsessed with green.
Green Spring, green air.Green feet, green wheat, green meat.
Green isn't very neat!
poem by Autumn Howard
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The Rim Of Green
Green panties, green roses
green tits, green milk.
Green moon, posies in green.
green eyes, green full lips
green face, cheese, green..
Green around the rim,
green limes can but erupt...?
poem by Is It Poetry
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Girls Own Juice
UH! UH! UH!...
People (UH!) start (UH!) killing (UH!) wherever she comes (UH!)
When she comes she leaves nothing to your world
And when she comes I keep bringing it back
When she comes she leaves nothing to your world
And when she comes I can visit your world!
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she wants
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she needs
(Girls own juice!)
I get what I need
(Girls own juice!)
I need your love
(Girls Own Love...)
UH! UH! UH!...
People (UH!) start (UH!) killing (UH!) wherever she comes (UH!)
When she comes she leaves nothing to your world
And when she comes I keep bringing it back
When she comes she leaves nothing to your world
And when she comes I can visit your world!
And when she comes... visit your world!
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she wants
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she needs
(Girls own juice!)
I get what I need
(Girls own juice!)
I need your love
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she wants
(Girls own juice!)
She gets what she needs!
(Girls own juice!)
I get what I need
(Girls own juice!)
I need your love
Oh Yeah
song performed by by Andrew W.K.
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Green, green and green
I want a holiday with a scene
Of green, green and green
A summer of green trees
A landscape of green grass
A view full of green vegetables
The colour green
Is a beauty that must be seen!
From a moving vehicles screen
And while we hold onto those machines
That deprives us of the colour green
Remember they provide us vaccines
As well as help the air to be clean
So for green, green and green
I will travel continents across and in-between
And also to any place that I have never been
I will make it routine
Just to see green, green and green
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Monroe Louisiana
On the green, green farm
In green, green Monroe Louisiana
So green, green
Wet-luscious green and alive
So green after the rain
So bright green and clean
Just passing through
On my way to tomorrow
But so green today and yesterday
It was on that stranger's green, green farm
And I didn't stay long
And I didn't expect someone
To fire that shotgun right next to me
The barrel pointed out the front door
Into that green, green world beyond.
There were hot springs
On the green, green farm
In green, green Monroe Louisiana
Back in 1973.
poem by M.L. Squier
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Is It You're Day Today?
Vitamins and minerals
Flowing through the air
Everything is rhythmical
Body's in repair
Genuine but strenuous
The cars are whizzing by
Anything is topical
So bad you want to fly
Mirrors shining through and through
But two and one makes two, that's two
Waking up in hospital
Nurses taking care
Feeling philosophical
And radically aware
There is nothing in the way
I wonder how he's feeling
Today
Looking on the computers
As Brain juice is diluted
Waiting for the name to call
Avoiding many brawls
Green sign looms
Big green sign looms
Big green sign looms onward
Is it your day today?
poem by Jonny Wilson
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Godly thirst....
there is this
thirst in me, not in the tongue
the mouth denies it
there is this thirst
that water or wine or
juice
cannot quench
it is a thirst that forever
stays
a dropp of rain
a dew from a leaf
a word from my Creator
shall satisfy it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Into this pour the purified juice: and put it into a pan of water come almost to a boil and continue nearly in the state of boiling until the juice is found to be the consistency of a thick syrup when cold. It is then when cold, to be corked up in a bottle for use.
quote by James Lind
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A Natural Green
Who coloured the green trees?
Who coloured the green grass?
Who coloured the green hills?
How about my green spider plant? ?
Green, Green, you are so glorious green...
An abundance of beautiful green, not coloured, but just natural and kind.
Makes me wonder how your creation of green came to life....
A ride on a helicopter over the huge Rain Forest and see nothing, but acres & acres of simply gorgeous green!
Green, Green, you are so glorious green...
An abundance of beautiful green, not coloured, but just natural and kind.
Makes me wonder how your creation of green came to life...
GREEN, I admire and respect the vitality you bring in the air that I breathe...
poem by Premila Patel
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My Dad (The Gardener)
My Dad has got green fingers,
He's always been that way;
He grew veg' in his younger days,
He grows them now he's grey.
Tomatoes are his forte,
No finer can be found;
He eats them by the dozen,
And sells them by the pound.
He grows a vast amount, and now
Two greenhouses he owns;
Tomato juice is in his blood,
And marrow in his bones.
His spuds are so delicious,
Their praises I must sing;
So fresh and full of flavour,
And fit for any king.
His lettuce too, are lovely,
They're crispy and dark green;
Much better than the shop ones,
The best I've ever seen.
There's not much that can beat him,
He's skillful in his craft;
He isn't Percy Thrower
But he isn't flippin' daft.
The only thing I've ever known
My Dad to fail to grow,
Is melons, for my sisters,
Just a tiny one did show;
The whole procedure was for him
A problem just too great;
So now they're off the menu,
And for melon they must wait.
But still, it's just one failure,
And not like all the rest;
My Dad is still the greatest,
My Dad is still the best.
My Dad has got green fingers,
And this will always be;
Now mine are going green as well,
And that will do for me.
(Written Oct 1994)
poem by John Carter Brown
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The juice of an Immature coconut Is not like the real coconut juice.
GREEN, A Litany
green in the midst of drab desolation
green ‘til the tide in the street overflows
green that preserves green's green reputation
green behind curtains, like cellist & bow
green on occasions no green is permissible
green by inversion a negative flame
green in final disgrace & dismissal
green where the gravedigger shoulders his spade
green like the walls of Verlaine's Belgium prison
green woods, wolf & poet meeting on equal foot
green like embroidery on old smoking-jackets
covered with needlepoint dragons & soot
green like a murderer gone to the guillotine
green like the lawns of this land breaking through
our windows in herbicide frenzy to taunt us
green like the tarnish on brass tiger shoes
green the result of choice or of chance
green when the famished, the hopeful despair
green that we have no hope of outguessing
green for which always we must be prepared
poem by Jay Mandeville
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Brice Lee (Short)
bullet got the wrong bloke.
life kid suck
drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid
suck the box drink
yeah
life kid drinkfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life kid suck theboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from the box
the juice from the box
kid suck
life
kid yeah suckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
life kid sinkfromthebox
seen from a box
the juice from a box
kid suck
life
kid yeahsuckfromtheboxdrink
bruce lee
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from a box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckfromtheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
yeah,yeah,yeah
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee
life kid drinkfromthebox
sinkfromthebox
straightfromthebox
the juice kid suck
life
kid sucktheboxdrink
yeah, bruce lee
tan blonde
life kid suckthebox...
(from the box)...
skin taught as sails in a gale, hair always cut with a blunt tool,
muscular but thin like springs for not steel...four thin old men, four
thin old men lay silent in two vaporizing rooms, each way up in his
own head...holed up in his flat, flaking boxers...little piggy, little
eyes...folds the skin just enough to let in light...bullet got the wrong
bloke, but they don't die anyway...it's nothing mortal if you don't
move...still have slopped up the war in a proper blanket...and i have
been this way for days
bruceleebruceleebruceleebrucelee...
...wrong bloke...
...force the gun...
...old man, come up to the bed...
...deliberate, and sturdy...
...holds the pistol to the chest of the wrong bloke...
...pulls the trigger...
...a turning shot...
...before your head...
...slaps you in the side of the face like a circus clown...
...wrong bloke...
...it's out of his eyes now...
...strains to get something in his head...
...has to see what is in the air...
...
life kid suckfromthebox
drink from the box
the juice kid suck
life
kid suckthebox
yeah, bruce lee
tan blonde
song performed by by Underworld
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Bruce Lee
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
Life kid suck
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life give suck the box drink
Yeah
Life kid drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kids sucker
Box drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid seen from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce lee
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
( yeah yeah yeah yeah )
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life kid suck from the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Life kid ? ? from the box
Seen from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Drink
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
Life kid suck the box [x8]
From the box
( skin hard sails in jail )
( hair always cut with a blunt tool )
( muscular but thin like springs )
( but not steel )
( for ford men )
( four ford men )
( they sell it into vaporizing rulers )
( each way up in his own head )
( hold up in its fly flicking markses )
( piggy little piggy little eyes )
( holds and scape )
( hole in skin )
( just enough to let in light )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( but he dont die anyway )
( its nothing mortal if you dont move )
( you still have slot the wall in a blanket )
( I have been this way for days )
Stiff stiff stiff stiff stiff...
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( its happenned mortuary, you die it means )
( skin has it off the wall and it goes like this )
( I have been this way for days )
(oh no, theres a gun )
( over there under the bed )
( turn, lets see whats in the other room )
( he grew up faster )
( just the disco with the one get my rope )
( pull through again )
( a third rat a fourth to his head is calm the sheets of calm )
( bullet got the wrong bloke )
( hes out of the eyes now )
( strained gas on his head )
( its dark, he comes up with his darkness...)
Life kid suck from the box
Drink from the box
The juice kid suck
Life kid suck the box
Yeah
Bruce lee
Tanglon
song performed by by Underworld
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Cloud
without reason
you left me
in the lurch
when I was down
but I did a bow
made a low
deliberately
to come close
to my sweetheart
more
to nourish
to love and care
to give freshness
the life, the green
to greet my friends
lake, ocean and river
but never pretend
to come to me
with an excuse
I can not give you
Love, juice
Light and dry
in the summer
when again I shall rise.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Someday
someday
i like to taste again the glass of orange juice that
you gave me
on that Sunday afternoon
when we were left alone
in the house
of your aunt.
it was so sweet &
so refreshing..
.there is no other glass of orange juice like that
in my lifetime
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Killers
I am singing to you
Soft as a man with a dead child speaks;
Hard as a man in handcuffs,
Held where he cannot move:
Under the sun
Are sixteen million men,
Chosen for shining teeth,
Sharp eyes, hard legs,
And a running of young warm blood in their wrists.
And a red juice runs on the green grass;
And a red juice soaks the dark soil.
And the sixteen million are killing. . . and killing
and killing.
I never forget them day or night:
They beat on my head for memory of them;
They pound on my heart and I cry back to them,
To their homes and women, dreams and games.
I wake in the night and smell the trenches,
And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines--
Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark:
Some of them long sleepers for always,
Some of them tumbling to sleep to-morrow for always,
Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak,
Eating and drinking, toiling. . . on a long job of
killing.
Sixteen million men.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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The Land Is Green
The land is green
It is just green
Do not see any other colour
That will make you not to cultivate
The land is green
It must be green
Avoid the deceit of the unpatriotic
They have only their interest at heart
The land is green
It will remain green
Speak not with the double minded.
Nothing positive will come from them
The land is green
For our crops to grow
For our next generation to feed
Our land is meant to be green
poem by Chika Ogbonna
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