An Empty Basket
Alongside the path a man very old
At half rate fresh oranges he sold
In the dim light of an electric pole
For he wished to sell the stuff whole.
At the midnight he sat with a hope
Beside the brimming basket to cope
With the domestic needs of future
To smash, break an ensnaring rope
Of misfortune but no one came by
While he made a silent unheard cry.
In the morn when the sun rose bright,
To reveal the spot of fear and fright,
The vendor lay prostrate motionless,
Ah! The basket was empty at the sight.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Memory Basket
The basket of memories
had started growing heavy
on my wizened hands.
The apples therein
looked as fresh as ever
Every fresh dropp of tear
added to their tone
Every latest spill of blood
improved their colour.
Few more yards on that
dimpled sandy shoal.
I can see the end
half clear; half blurred.
Somewhere I have to stop.
The roaring waves looked kindly
at me.
The evening sand under my feet
felt lukewarm.
The dusking Sun flashed his
last parting grin.
My only worry;
can I carry my basket till end
and......... beyond?
poem by Sathya Narayana
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I Am Wonderful
Take a basket...
Fill it with who...
You think you are...
Mix it up good...
Be frank...
Now pull something...
Out of the basket...
It does not matter...
Whats in the basket...
Its your chatter...
That the basket holds...
It's you...
Not who...but...
You are a good person...
You are a bad person...
Mainly a good person...
That is who you are...
By far...you...
Are a wonderful star...
A real human-being...
Who can smile...
Who cares...
Damn what others think...
You are you...
In the pink...
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Nothing Changes
nothing changes
the silence of the guitar
placed beside
the three ripe oranges
i change.
am the one that changes
beside the
silence of the guitars
among the basket
of rotten oranges.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Bougainvillea
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
My Bougainvillea petals blossoming lovely red
Its crawling veins clutching the neighbor's wall without being said
The flowery petal didn’t seem to be in pain
Even though cold winter morning sunlight nothing much to gain
How could I have allowed my flowery plant on my neighbors wall to grow
Well I just hoped Mrs. Basket might just enjoy the sprouting flower show
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
But alas my bougainvillea I was terrible wrong
With my views had grown to strong
Said Mrs. Basket-Hello bougainvillea you sure are lovely bright red and blue
But I really am sorry this wall is just not for you
Without a wall for my bougainvillea to grow and lean on too
Her beautiful red petals shrank like a once majestic lion, now caged in a zoo
So I have made up my mind to go over to Mrs Baskets one fine day
And plead to allow the bougainvillea to grow over her wall this summer month of May
So I hope to say to Mrs Basket
Let it crawl and grow
Things that nature sow
Bright red and blue
Just might be right for you
poem by Tashi Dorji
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Behold, the fool saith, Put not all thine eggs in the one basket, -- which is but a manner of saying, Scatter your money and your attention, but the wise man saith, Put all your eggs in the one basket and -- watch that basket.
quote by Mark Twain
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Snakes
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Toot toot toot play
Snakes in the basket
Lie to lead you astray
Snakes in the basket
Force to make you betray
Your innermost truth hidden away
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
Bury the casket
Pawns in someone's gameplay
Shoot shoot shoot obey
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Subscription to the spreading of lies
Soldier catches a glimpse of his demise deep down inside
Even he knows snakes come in many shapes and sizes
Many shapes and sizes
Snakes have no hands to be tied
Concoction of malicious lies
Deep inside the general despises himself
Listen to the flute play
Another reptile in line
Snakes without grass cannot hide
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Forked tongues spread the poison with another toxic sting
So much pain their serpentine inhibitions bring
Oh - listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Go ahead
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Oh - open the basket
song performed by by No Doubt from Beacon Street Collection
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I Am Not that Kind of Vendor
I do not peddle to sell familiar flavors.
Too boring is the deed.
In fact,
Some expecting my most vivid colors
Seen,
To be sweet.
Will find my tongue,
Isn't suited to the recreations of myths.
It has been long overdue to move away,
From that
STUFF!
What I have to sell is as it exists.
Free of long lasting preservatives
That sit to be twisted and mixed,
With no bite to excite unforgettable memories.
That is why I have chosen colors so bright,
And eye popping.
Don't you want something to taste,
That lingers
With a craving to wish for more?
Of course you do.
I'm not just going to whip anything together,
With an expectation you will be sold.
I am not that kind of vendor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Putting all the eggs in one basket
Every time I leave
Mother always reminds me
This: do not put all your eggs
In one basket,
Because when I fall
All the eggs will break and I will be left with
Nothing.
Even a nincompoop understands that.
Oh mama! I do not have those many eggs
And she does not have any basket,
We sure both, have nothing to lose.
Thanks for the reminder, anyway.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Groceries
Once again, here in the grocery store line
All the stuff in the basket, is going to be mine
Can I afford this, or should I put it back?
Should I stock up, or carry out a small sack?
I know there are many mouths to feed
Do I buy much, or just what I need?
Sell the horse, and mortgage the farm
Got to buy groceries, sound the alarm
Why does food have to cost so much cash?
Why do groceries have to be my stash?
Here today and gone tomorrow
Fridge left empty, so much sorrow!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Noumenon
a thing-in-itself:
a wicker basket is a wicker basket
you cannot place love there, perhaps just plain fruits and
flowers
and perhaps even nothing
because a wicker basket is a wicker basket
nothing more nothing less
in the same manner, i am what i am
and you are what you are
what we feel for each other
or perhaps what i feel you alone
or only
is what i only feel
nothing more and nothing less
if i go somehow inventing that you shall love me
how absurd can this be!
for you are what you are and i am what i am
nothing more and nothing less
and so thanks, i am what i am and i will always be what i am
and you are you, and you do not know me,
and if i bleed, it is i who bleed only or
alone
and i have no right to let you know because you are what you are
and you shall never love me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The rattan basket criticizes the palm leaf basket, still both are full of holes.
Another letter to fill the basket
Well I'm sitting here thinking
on a friday night
the television's rubbish
and I'm feeling uptight
I've tried to send you txts
but you turned off your phone
and I know like me your sitting
in the house all alone
We both got pretty crazy
down the pub last weekend
you said that I was flirting
you were eyeing up men
I still want to talk
that's why I'm writing these lines
I must have said I'm sorry
oer a thousand times
The letters I write just fill the basket
you know we were quite fantastic
the past is past but the future's here
don't drown our hopes with floods of tears,
blow a kiss and I will catch it
why can't we bury the hatchet
you're stretching my nerves like elastic
another letter to fill the basket
How come you're so quiet
you haven't said a word to me
for over a week and two hours
since I left you at the taxi rank
with your friend Jill
your flatmate says you're never home
when I call round, but I saw your
shoes on the stairs
so I knew that you were there
I've still got the scarf
you left at my house
and it smells of you
I wish that you would call me
and say that you're all right
it's getting late, I'm going to bed
I've written all I wished I said
the dreams are melting just like plastic
another letter to fill the basket.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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A Tisket - A Tasket
A-tisket a-tasket
A brown-and-yellow basket
I send a letter to my mommie
On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket
She was truckin' on down the avenue
Without a single thing to do
She was peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground
She took it, she took it
My yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I will die
A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if that girlie don't return it
I don't know what I'll do
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it brown?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The way to become rich is to put all your eggs in one basket and then watch that basket.
quote by Andrew Carnegie
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I've always been a fella who put most of my eggs in one basket and then take a dump in the basket but I really don't know.
quote by Robert Downey, Jr.
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What is put in a basket before going to the market won't be the same thing returned in the basket.
No Cure but There Are Stars
Please sir be assured
there is no cure
no cure for my insanity
no cure for my fear
no cure for my scars
so i sit under the night sky
and look at the stars
it seems even my fright
has gone away
the stars shine bright
such a beautiful sight
lights all around
come to me and surround
surround me with love
bring me to life
help me move on
with your faith and hope
save me please
help me cope
cope from the loss of faith
ther loss of friends
the loss of family and love
stars please
be my guide
and stay by my side
poem by Diana Americano
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Concentrate your energies, your thoughts and your capital. The wise man puts all his eggs in one basket and watches the basket.
quote by Andrew Carnegie
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Fourth
expectation's hope rising, pulsing
as you bring the warmth and joy
that only a bright summer day
presents on a picnic blanket spread
filled with goodies and laughter
neatly packed away in a picnic basket
expectation's hope realising
as you take my hand in yours
thru the threshold of our home
prancing into the breeze and light
filled with memories and plans
lovingly packed for a rainy morn
expectation's hope resucitating
as your soothing breath caresses
taking my longings into belonging
perfecting inner transformation
filled with songs and dreams
movements in blissful harmony
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Mr. Wrigley believed in this: Put all your eggs in one basket and watch the basket. They don't do that today. This is the old-fashioned way I'm talking about. He carried it on to his business. Do one thing and stay with it.
quote by Ernie Banks
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