Ridicule
Gout that strives at you manages pleasure,
Due to homogeny of ridicule on the side.
Danger of honest honey matters most,
Gout arrives forming a honeycreeper.
This illness I confine to the organs
Envelops my mind most, then my feet and joints.
I am hominoid like the blessed men and women,
Piercing us with pleasure, pictures so pickled
With distaste of picnics.
Piety is the taste of death that gout brings,
For we are deathly on the side of angels
That caress the objects we design,
And there is more ridicule to come.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Gout produces calculus in the kidney... the patient has frequently to entertain the painful speculation as to whether gout or stone be the worst disease. Sometimes the stone, on passing, kills the patient, without waiting for the gout.
quote by Thomas Sydenham
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Drink wine, and have the gout; drink no wine, and have the gout too.
The Old Man's Wish
If I live to be old, for I find I go down,
Let this be my fate: In a country town
May I have a warm house, with a stone at the gate,
And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate.
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
Near a shady grove, and a murmuring brook,
With the ocean at distance, whereupon I may look,
With a spacious plain without hedge or stile,
And an easy pad-nag to ride out a mile.
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
With Horace and Petrarch, and two or three more
Of the best wits that reign'd in the ages before,
With roast mutton, rather than ven'son or veal,
And clean though coarse linen at every meal.
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
With a pudding on Sundays, with stout humming liquor,
And remnants of Latin to welcome the vicar,
With Monte-Fiascone or Burgundy wine,
To drink the King's health as oft as I dine.
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
With a courage undaunted may I face my last day,
And when I am dead may the better sort say,
In the morning when sober, in the evening when mellow,
He's gone, and left not behind him his fellow.
May I govern my passion with an absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Something Practical For Valentine
There sits, atop a cherry tree
a bird that badly needs to pee.
He's eaten cherries to his fill
and now is bloated, feeling ill.
Bird guts turn cherries into wine
for critics here, on Valentine.
And if the critics have the gout
the wine will drive the acid out.
I think that I shall never see
another fancy cherry tree.
Nor any bird, a cherry thief
who, bloated, aches for quick relief.
But the idea of cherry wine
gut-brewed just for my Valentine
is reminiscent of the gout
today is it, and I could shout!
I'm off now to the local shop
to get her present, a new mop.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The city, whose physician has the gout, is in a bad state.
The best medicine I know for rheumatism is to thank the Lord that it ain't gout.
quote by Josh Billings
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Don't settle in a place where the doctor has gout.
Love, fire, a cough, the itch, and gout are not to be concealed.
Fame [He held a book in his knotty paws]
He held a book in his knotty paws,
And its title grand read he:
'The Chronicles of the Kings' it was,
By the History Companee.
'I'm a monarch,' he said
(But a tear he shed)
'And my picter here you see.
'Great and lasting is my renown,
However the wits may flout
As wide almost as this blessed town'
(But he winced as if with gout).
'I paid 'em like sin
For to put me in,
But it's O, and O, to be out!'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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In the career of glory one gains many things; the gout and medals, a pension and rheumatism.... And also frozen feet, an arm or leg the less, a bullet lodged between two bones which the surgeon cannot extract.... all of these fatigues experienced in your youth, you pay for when you grow old. Because one has suffered in years gone by, it is necessary to suffer more, which does not seem exactly fair.
quote by Elzear Blaze
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les Fleurs des Mots: Faire du Foin
Un beau soir
je me promene,
et sens
trop beaucoup de foin.
Il a de mauvais gout soupcon
quand je dis 'bonsoir'
et ris aux eclats.
A beautiful evening
for a walk.
I say 'good evening'
and burst out laughing.
There's a hint of bad taste about it,
but the smell of grass is much too strong.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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The Funeral Of An Animal
The funeral made me sink into an animal,
The room felt comfortable, more so than one’s mind.
I stare at the camera working my sleep
And sight became pleasure in the snivelling months.
You add a holy symbol to the deathly months and years,
A stuffed dog or cat betrays me further than this.
Alone and magnified by the sun of hard work,
Fibres in the organs of right stoop into oblivion.
After this cooking pleasure, the wine-cups are filled
To make the flames too wide for the animals.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dangerous Life
My danger is imminent, at long life
My danger is penetrating the soul.
It is an exactly harmonious death,
Upon the time I was dead,
Like a spread has turned into solid contentment.
My muddiness in these waters
Brings shame to my boots, the shoes of death.
I love a little danger when anger upsets
Us, and when it conceals the danger of death.
Opening an action is like deathly awakening,
The theatre of war is upon us all, when we commit deeds
To our name.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The discovery of a new dish does more for human happiness than the discovery of a new star.
Anthelme Brillat-Savarin in Physiologie du Gout (1825)
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Ridicule
Ridicule is to belittle one,
To make one laughable.
Critics, humorists, satirist
Jokers, sadists all do it.
Even one who fears none
Will fear being ridiculed.
Ridicule is the product of hatred.
24.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opposite displeasure
Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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St Germain
Pour un exil
Ce petit bout de femme temmeneras loin
Tout est permis
Jai mis mes pas dans les siens
Elle est bien le soleil
Puisque tout tourne autour delle
Petite merveille
Pas si facile
Detre aussi pure dans un monde quil est moins
Mille et une symphonies
Quelle inventera en un rien
Enfin le bonheur
Cest toutes les couleurs
De son coeur
Tu donnes gout a la vie
Je tavoue je tenvie
Tes tout cqui mdonne envie
Mdonne la vie
Melody
Je madoucis
Quand je mrends compte quau fond elle maime bien
Pour un de ses sourires je f rais
Le tour de la terre sur les mains
Aux nouvelles des etoiles
Elle fait briller son ame
Quand ljour senflamme
Tu donnes gout a la vie
Je tavoue je tenvie
Tes tout cqui mdonne envie
Mdonne la vie
Melody
song performed by by Vanessa Paradis
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For humble individuals like myself, there is one poor comfort, which is this, viz. that gout, unlike any other disease, kills more rich men than poor, more wise men than simple.
quote by Thomas Sydenham
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I confidently affirm that the greater part of those who are supposed to have died of gout, have died of the medicine rather than the disease - a statement in which I am supported by observation.
quote by Thomas Sydenham
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