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Red full
Red pull
Red wool
Red bull.
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Pull The Wool
Dear friend you dont have to lie to me
When I ask you whats going on
Are you doin right or ya doing wrong
If you do right will there not be a lifting up
You misbehave
Sin is crouching by your grave
We can begin to make amends
Fill your sails full with wind
I know youre tossed and tempest turned, but make no mistake
Ill never sleep on you faith
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Now your sin, you must mask it
Your face is all riddled with guilt
Cover you like a blanket, but no warmth will it give
Now Im sittin here and cant believe all the measures youve taken
To cheat, lie and decieve me and all your friends
You got a lot a crazy things in life that you want to do in life, thats all right, but
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Dont you pull the wool over my eyes
Lies in the nest enver ever let the birds get to rest
I can forgive, but I never can forget and lies in the nest never
Ever gave the birds no rest
Bricks built without straw were so weak they crumbled
To mud, just as your excuse with truth left you easily undone
Dont you run away
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Push and Pull
It is hard to keep it clean,
When you push and pull.
Or acting happy when feeling mean,
When you push and pull.
And people stand around just to see one weep.
When you push and pull.
And when you say 'hello' they don't even speak.
When you push and pull.
You might see Bo Peep having some trouble with her sheep,
When you push and pull.
You might see Mary and her lambs giving Bo Peep creeps.
When you push and pull.
You might see Humpty Dumpty crawling up a wall.
When you push and pull.
You might see Perter and The Wolf eating chips at a local mall.
When you push and pull.
Ain't nothing easy,
When you try to keep your feet from sinking...
Deep!
And with no sleep.
It is hard to keep it clean,
When you push and pull.
Or acting happy when feeling mean,
When you push and pull.
And people stand around just to see one weep.
When you push and pull.
And when you say 'hello' they don't even speak.
When you push and pull.
And they push bull,
When you push and pull.
And they push bull,
When you push and pull.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I can see through almost any scam, especially one perpetrated by the federal government. I can see through it... they can't pull the wool over my eyes, it's absolutely freakin' impossible to pull the wool over my eyes about the government.
quote by Gary Coleman
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Cliches On Lying
you got a tall tale to tell
something to yank your chair
lying there like a rug
pulling your leg
giving me this snow job
about a cock and bull story
forked tongue you've got
up my ass you blow your smoke
and to convince me
that it is raining
you pee on my leg
so hard to swallow
as you pull that wool over
your eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some Of You May Think I Am Joshing (Shakespearean Sonnet)
Some of you may think that I am joshing
You may think that I am telling you all lies
I'm getting tired of constant jeering
With all of you hiding behind your guise
It really doesn't matter to me much
What many of you poets think of me
I just hope that you all don't pull your punch
Just tell me the truth about what you see
I'm a grown poet I can take the truth
So let me know about what you all think
Even if you may knock out my front tooth
Maybe I'll go and have a physical
So I can prove that I'm not full of bull
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Curb Kickuh
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
You like to shake up stuff.
See that dust.
And direct how it should be cleaned up.
You prefer to stir a bit of lust with cussin'.
And when you've had enough...
U get tuff when it's time,
For folks to get up and leave.
You don't fool me.
You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.
U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.
I can be like that myself.
But at least with me...
U don't have to be so ruff!
Like u tuff or somethin'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Bull For Me
I think, Sirs, and most inimitable Ladies
I think I prefer to look at a bull
The sketch of a bull, the head of a bull perhaps
even if but a study by an artist
rather than some fancy prophet in glorious paint
or in grand chapel or some miracle recounted
in paint and colors and with consummate skill
or even God descending
ah, all these do not take my fancy
they smack too much of the Elevated;
there’s too much
of the grandstanding in these
Grand Divine Themes
but the face of a bull, ah give me a sketch
of the face of a bull
just the bull, all marks of nature in it
and just itself
no symbolism, no conceit, no artifice
no High sounding theology, no Revelation
but just animal nature in its nudity
being a bull
just animal, its eyes and mouth and horns
just all coming together to form one creature
a portrait of a bull anytime for me
Sirs and most inimitable Ladies
none of the Holy Ones and the Great Prophets
and the Mighty and the Divine
and the Grand-Looking:
no bull for me, please;
just the plain head of a bull, as it is
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Winding Wool
She'd bring to me a skein of wool
And beg me to hold out my hands;
so on my pipe I cease to pull
And watch her twine the shining strands
Into a ball so snug and neat,
Perchance a pair of socks to knit
To comfort my unworthy feet,
Or pullover my girth to fit.
As to the winding I would sway,
A poem in my head would sing,
And I would watch in dreamy way
The bright yarn swiftly slendering.
The best I liked were coloured strands
I let my pensive pipe grow cool . . .
Two active and two passive hands,
So busy wining shining wool.
Alas! Two of those hands are cold,
And in these days of wrath and wrong,
I am so wearyful and old,
I wonder if I've lived too long.
So in my loneliness I sit
And dream of sweet domestic rule . . .
When gentle women used to knit,
And men were happy winding wool.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Black Angus Bull
Out there in the paddock I hear the black bull
He never stops bellowing when the moon is full
I wonder does the moon effect him in some strange way
For I've never heard him bellow in the light of the day
The full moon does effect people 'tis said
It has an unsettling effect in the head
And if a mental weakness in humans the full moon can find
Why not it too effect the animal kind
He has his herd of cows with him yet I do wonder why
He bellows all night when the moon's in the sky
During the hours of day he is always so quiet
And I've never heard him bellow on a dark night
But he never stops bellowing when the moon is full
Out there in the paddock the black angus bull.
poem by Francis Duggan
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0271 The Covering
It was not bright enough, not bright enough
to show itself to them, to all; to tempt
the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool
would say to them look here, look here
it was not strong enough, not strong enough
to meet the heat, the cold; to venture
in the world’s bright gifts; the coloured wool
would warm it in the cold, the cold
it was not safe enough, not safe enough
to shield itself from hurt; to live its life
amid the strong, the weak; the coloured wool
would hide it from the hurt, the hurt
there was not care enough, not care enough;
the wool was knotted; slipped and slid
around its centre there; the coloured wool
is knotted here and here and here
there is not time enough, not time enough
to free the wool; the wool it would cast off
from off its centre there; the coloured wool
that never was the need, the need
there were not words enough, not words enough
to free itself; itself which never had the need
to bind itself in coloured wools; it did not trust
the bright, the strong, the safe, the care, the time.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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President Bush and his administration have tried to pull the wool over our eyes and distract the public from this possibly illegal domestic spying scandal.
quote by Ellen Tauscher
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Epigram: The World Is A Bundle Of Hay
The world is a bundle of hay,
Mankind are the asses who pull;
Each tugs it a different way,
And the greatest of all is John Bull.
Spring
Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute.
Birds delight
Day and night;
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.
Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.
Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Don't Eat Till You Are Full
We eat and eat
to feel very full.
If we always eat
until we are full,
Fat repeats, repeat,
It stretches and pull.
Then why eat till you're full?
Apocalyps Please
APOCALYPSE PLEASE
declare this an emergency
come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
and it's time we saw a miracle
come on, it's time for something biblical
to pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end the end
this is the end
of the world
proclaim enternal victory
come on and change the course of history
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end
of the world
song performed by by Muse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Apocalypse Please
declare this an emergency
come on and spread a sense of urgency
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world
it's time we saw a miracle
come on it's time for something biblical
to pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world
proclaim eternal victory
come on and change the course of history
and pull us through
and pull us through
and this is the end
this is the end of the world
song performed by by Muse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Throw The r Away
The proclaimers - throw the r away
Ive been so sad
Since you said my accent was bad
Hes worn a frown
This caledonian clown
Some days I stand
On your green and pleasant land
How dare I show face
When my diction is such a disgrace
Im just going to have to learn to hesitate
To make sure my words
On your saxon ears dont grate
But I wouldnt know a single word to say
If I flattened all the vowels
And threw the r away
You say that if I want to get ahead
The language I use should he left for dead
It doesnt please your ear
And though you tell it like a leg pull
I think your still full of john bull
You just refuse to hear
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.
song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Push Me, Pull Me
I had a false belief
I thought I came here to stay
Were all just visiting
All just breaking like waves
The oceans made me, but who came up with love?
Push me, pull me, push me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me, or pull me out {2x}
So if there were no angels, would there be no sin?
You better stop me before I begin
But let me say: if I behave, can you arrange a spacious hole in the ground
Somewhere nice, make it nice
Where the land meets high tide
Push me, pull me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me {2x}
Like a cloud dropping rain
Im discarding all thought
Ill dry up, leaving puddles on the ground
Im like an opening band for the sun
Push me, pull me {6x}
Ive had enough, said enough, felt enough, Im fine, still in it
song performed by by Pearl Jam
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Farmer's Daughter
The Rector met a little lass
Who led a heifer by a rope.
Said he: "Why don't you go to Mass?
Do you not want to please the Pope?"
The village maiden made reply,
As on the rope she ceased to pull:
"My father said this morning I
Must take Paquerette to see the bull."
The Rector frowned. ";Tis wrong, I wist
To leave your prayer-book on the shelf.
Your father has a stronger wrist;
Why can't he do the job himself?"
Then lovely in her innocence,
With gaze as pure as meadow pool,
The maid spoke in her sire's defense:
"But Daddy, please your Reverence,
Would rather leave it to the bull."
poem by Robert William Service
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