Crab Apple
We've all sunken teeth into a sour ball.
Aghast at its bitter depths of beauty,
Hidden too appal like human nature.
Loves no different than this tutti-frutti
These golden orbs halve rouge with pith
They're shrunken skulls a coffins core.
With a taste alike, a dead suns, zenith!
O tang of death it's rancorous, tariff…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Tutti Frutti
Words and music by little richard
Bop bopa-a-lu a whop bam boo
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
Got a girl named sue, she knows just what to do
Got a girl named sue, she knows just what to do
She rock to the east, she rocks to the west
Shes the girl that I know best
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
Got a girl named daisy, she almost drives me crazy
Got a girl named daisy, she almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed
Boy I dont know what youre doin to me
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
(a whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo)
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
Got a girl named daisy, she almost drives me crazy
Got a girl named daisy, she almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed
Boy I dont know what youre doin to me
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
Tutti frutti, oh rudy
A whop bop-a-lu a whop bam boo
song performed by by Queen
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Tutti Frutti
(words & music by dorothy labostrie - richard penniman)
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-boom-bam-boom tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti wop-bop-a-loom-bop-a-boom-bam-boom
Got a gal named sue
She knows just what to do
She rocks to the east
She rocks to the west
Shes the gal I love best
I got a gal named daisy
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me
Yes indeed, boy you dont know
What she does to me
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Tutti Frutti
(words & music by dorothy labostrie - richard penniman)
Wop-bop-a-loom-a-boom-bam-boom tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti tutti frutti au rutti tutti frutti
Au rutti wop-bop-a-loom-bop-a-boom-bam-boom
Got a gal named sue
She knows just what to do
She rocks to the east
She rocks to the west
Shes the gal I love best
I got a gal named daisy
She almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me
Yes indeed, boy you dont know
What she does to me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Tutti Frutti
Ba babalooba ba la bamboo
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
Got a girl named Sue, she knows just what to do
Got a girl named Sue, she knows just what to do
She rocks to the east, she rocks to the west
She's the girl that I love best
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
Got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
Got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed
Boy you don't know what you do to me
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
(Wa babalooba ba la bamboo)
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
Got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
Got a girl named Daisy, she almost drives me crazy
She knows how to love me, yes indeed
Boy you don't know what you do to me
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Tutti frutti, all rutti
Wa babalooba ba la bamboo
song performed by by Sting
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Sour Times
To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume the dye
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
Who oo am i, what and why
Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday
Ohh these sour times
Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seeds, buried lives
Mysteries of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide ....
Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you
Nobody loves.. me
Its true
Not, like, you.. do
song performed by by Portishead
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Boogie With Stu
Viitin town, my baby
We just got to rock on
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yea, darlin, we just got to go home
I dont want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop
Uh, come on, baby, just rock, rock, rock
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, honey
Weve been shakin all night
Whoa-whoa-oh, darlin, we just got to roll right
Ahhhah, ooh, my heav, rock on... rock on
Yeah, yeah
Hey babe, hey babe
Hey babe, hey babe
Hey babe, hey babe
Hey babe, hey babe
I dont want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop
Oh, come on baby, just rock, rock, rock
Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo,
Whoo-hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-whoo-hoo
Lets go home
Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo
I dont want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop
Ah, come on, baby, just rock, rock, yeah
((assorted laughter))
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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I knew the words to 25 rock songs, so I got in the group. Long Tall Sally and Tutti-Frutti, that got me in. That was my audition.
quote by Paul McCartney
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Thousand Human Eyes
Thousand human eyes
Cannot grasp nature’s beauty
In lifetime to praise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot see nature in full
As I always flies
Thousand human eyes
Falls short in their description
Of Sunset sunrise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot apprehend nature
Beneath the blue skies
Thousand human eyes
Fails to see nature’s beauty
To fully appraise
Thousand human eyes
Cannot fully understand
Nature to surmise
Thousand human eyes
Are blessed to see the nature
In its complete guise
Thousand human eyes
Sees the beauty of nature
With awe and oyez
Thousand human eyes
Is not capable to see
Nature’s burning eyes
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Achieve Goals of Dreams!
Innocent animal pleasure of child is harmless!
Playful quest urges him to do so to get satisfaction.
With a little knowledge he likes pictures, colours
and enjoys beautiful things in dress and all things!
Perfectionist loves to see beauty in all activities,
Loves beauty of Nature, beautiful things ever,
Loves to do in a beautiful way whatever he loves;
Aesthetic nature grows since childhood on sure!
Then thinking age begins him to feel about drawbacks;
Seeks loneliness in Peaceful places of Nature at first;
His taste of beauty diverts him towards Nature's beauty:
Sea, sky, misty hills, snow mountains, smooth rivers,
Green meadows, smiling flowers, moon and stars....!
He goes to such places often far from the madding lads;
Gets peace of mind and communes with Nature in toto;
Becomes also a mystic soon enjoying the bliss endless!
He regains new spirit full of enthusiasm and begins life
Again from the scratch to achieve goals of his dreams...!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Volcano
Deep beneath the world, it's mantle,
Covering a metallic core,
Hides what could become the shrapnel
Streams of molten, volcanic gore.
Underneath a salty, sea floor,
The wounded crust erupts from cuts
That have begun to seep somewhat
Into the blue above. There, it bleeds
A brazen rouge—bubbling and freed
From an abyss that's fissured shut.
The water boils as heat rises
To nurture nature's sunken seed.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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What Is It That You Like?
don't you like this sweetness
of my words?
you are bored with this sugar
and honey
and cream?
you are afraid you have become
sick of such
sweet tongue
such sweet indulgence?
oh, you want something bitter
something sour now?
some bitter herbs some sour
species of green lemons?
try me,
i am a bitter person
i am the latest delicacy of
all that is sour
and
decomposing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Morning Cheer
The mornings bitter to lips
Unaccustomed to the taste of its yoke
In the bright suns golden waves
Protruding from self-centered curtains
so calm and so inconsiderate
Much like the morning cheer
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Sonnet: What A Human Being Loves?
Oh, how one loves being called by his name!
Oh, how one loves more being spoken to!
Oh, how one loves to take part in a game!
Oh, how one loves to show what he can do.
A human being loves to talk to next;
A human being loves to walk abreast;
A human being loves the opposite sex;
A loving touch from person kind, works best.
A human being loves to have a friend;
A human being loves to have siblings;
A human being hates to much depend;
A human being knows God ’midst earthlings.
God's Love made man, the best amongst creatures;
Man’s love is exemplary in features.
poem by John Celes
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The Sour Lemon Tree
A sour lemon tree flower attracts the bee
While its fruit is bitter not so its flower
White is its flower sweet and very pretty
Only the fruit is bitter and that's just a pity
As the beauty of its flower resist not a bee
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
With fruit that is bitter bears a lemon tree
But useful is its fruit good for everyday use
Once said a bee... your flower is very sweet
It carries fragrance scented out in the street
Yet bears you fruit bitter no one wants to eat
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
A citrus tree with fruit no other tree bears
Then out of the tree came a nice neat voice
'Twas like a voice of one who's very wise
This is what it said trees are not so free
One made a decree for every bearing tree
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree
The Creator decides the fruit a tree bears
Whether it be bitter or whether it be sweet
The Creator decrees for every bearing tree
To bring forth fruit ordained for it to bear
Then sweet or bitter bears a tree its fruit
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree.
poem by Clarence Prince
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Atlantis
The light of suns unseen, through depths of sea descending,
Within her street awakes the ghost of noon
To bide its little hour and die unheeded, blending
Into her night that knows nor stars nor moon.
The hurrying feet of storms that trample o’er the surges
Arouse no echo in these silent deeps;
No thunder thrills her peace, no sword of lightning scourges
The dim, dead calm where lost Atlantis sleeps.
Long leagues above her courts the stately days advancing
Kindle new dawns and see new sunsets dim;
And, white and weary-eyed, the old stars, backward glancing,
Reluctant pause upon the ocean’s rim.
But she, of dawns and dusks forgotten and forgetful,
Broods in her depths with slumber-weighted eyes;
For all her splendid past unanxious, unregretful,
She waits the call that bids her wake and rise.
No mortal voice she hears. The strong young ships, full-freighted,
With hopes of men, with women’s sighs and tears,
Above her blue-black walls and portals golden-gated
Sweep on unnoted through the speeding years—
Until at last they come, as still in silence resting
She keeps her vigil underneath the waves,
By tempests tossed and torn, and weary of their questing,
Slow sliding downward past her to their graves.
So side by side they lie in ever gaining number,
The sunken ships, by fate or fortune led
To this, their final port, resistless sent to slumber
Until the sea shall render up her dead—
Shall render up her dead to all their olden glories,
Shall render up what now so well she keeps,
The buried lives and loves, the strange, unfinished stories
Of these dim depths where lost Atlantis sleeps!
poem by Guy Wetmore Carryl from The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1899)
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Chinaski's Smiling
I reach
for the
tattered book
off of my toilet
tank, and
think...,
'Wouldn't
Bukowski
be proud'
Blurred,
sunken eyes
and rotted,
coffee-stained
teeth
'Wouldn't
Bukowski
be proud'
Crapping,
with the
Stench
of death
surrounding me
'Wouldn't
Bukowski
be proud'
Another hard-fought
battle with the bottle
And still: I'm
sucking in air....
'In with the good-
out with the bad'
Bukowski's dead.
Soon, I'll be dead.
Death
doesn't
have
pride
Ask Elvis.
Ask Chinaski
Ghazal 119
I don't need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour
the one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter
a sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
it isn't worth spending
an hour with anyone else
a companion who is
in love only with the self
has five distinct characters
stone hearted
unsure of every step
lazy and disinterested
keeping a poisonous face
the more this companion waits around
the more bitter everything will get
just like a vinegar
getting more sour with time
enough is said about
sour and bitter faces
a heart filled with desire for
sweetness and tender souls
must not waste itself with unsavory matters
Death Alone
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel :
like a wreck we die to the very core,
as if drowning at the heart
or collapsing inwards from skin to soul.
There are corpses,
clammy slabs for feet,
there is death in the bones,
like a pure sound,
a bark without its dog,
out of certain bells, certain tombs
swelling in this humidity like lament or rain.
I see, when alone at times,
coffins under sail
setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids,
bakers as white as angels,
thoughtful girls married to notaries,
coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead,
the wine-dark river to its source,
with their sails swollen with the sound of death,
filled with the silent noise of death.
Death is drawn to sound
like a slipper without a foot, a suit without its wearer,
comes to knock with a ring, stoneless and fingerless,
comes to shout without a mouth, a tongue, without a throat.
Nevertheless its footsteps sound
and its clothes echo, hushed like a tree.
I do not know, I am ignorant, I hardly see
but it seems to me that its song has the colour of wet violets,
violets well used to the earth,
since the face of death is green,
and the gaze of death green
with the etched moisture of a violet's leaf
and its grave colour of exasperated winter.
But death goes about the earth also, riding a broom
lapping the ground in search of the dead -
death is in the broom,
it is the tongue of death looking for the dead,
the needle of death looking for the thread.
Death lies in our beds :
in the lazy mattresses, the black blankets,
lives a full stretch and then suddenly blows,
blows sound unknown filling out the sheets
and there are beds sailing into a harbour
where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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I am a tariff man, standing on a tariff platform.
quote by William McKinley
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Natural Beauty
Sunrise to sunset
The fullness of beauty in life
Scarcely have we seen as of yet -
Salient the sky
With the inherent intensity of merely being,
And the penetrating pleasure of simply asking why,
Why, oh why
Do we live... into
The day we die.
Life's wonder lies in the passion
Of its open heart,
With loves natural beauty
Its greatest art-
So many poems
And songs to sing,
Portions of God
Grace to us does bring-
Obvious or hidden
Shown or unshown,
From such incredible depths
Beauty begs to be known.
The sun sets
The stars arise,
A billion, billion times
God's own natural beauty comes alive.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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