The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what? Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
quote by by Ogden Nash
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Let me have my own cross! ! !
Let me carry my own cross,
on thy shoulder, not pause,
Let me have my own crown,
Lord, enough of that frown,
I am a soul, full of Karma,
on thy stage, no more drama,
everything visible very apt,
my ignorance and pride,
my evilness and wickedness.
I am a coward to pass it on,
I am a fool to believe it fun,
I am not innocent,
when my heart is dark,
I am not good,
when my mind is full of fog,
I am not sincere,
when my actions are deceitful,
I am a traitor,
when I betray thy rules.
Let me carry my own cross,
cross of my actions false.
Let me have my own crown,
an arrogant crown, full of poking iron,
Let me drink the soured acid,
acid to neutralize my weak base,
Let me have my own cross,
which is made of feather and floss.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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I Am Calm In The Pain
I AM CALM IN THE PAIN
I am calm in the pain,
And calm in the rejection,
And calm through the insult,
And calm through the anger,
And calm calm calm,
Though I feel so deeply
How I have failed
I am calm
Very calm
So calm
Until suddenly
In the middle of the morning prayer
I begin to cry to God
Cry with a terrible crying
And then when the prayer done
Calm calm calm calm calm.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All the Placid Places
All the placid places of which we are fond,
From a beach house by the shore or Walden's pond.
From a mountain retreat or near a waterfall we find,
these placid places can even be found in our mind.
From the rockies of Canada to an Island beach;
All these placid places are still in reach.
When life gets chaotic with all the dreams we chase,
Take an occasional journey to visit a placid place.
poem by Saint Eule
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Water Is Not Water
Just not wet anymore.
Won't work as a door stop.
Must have some water.
WATER-WATER-WATER-WATER
In the baby bottle, SMALL BOTTLE-ok.
Just thirsty.
Want some cold WATER? ?
We don't have any water.
CRY-CRY-CRY, tears are water.
BUT-there not wet NOW.
TEARS NOT WET - TEARS NOT WET.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
ACID RAIN no pain.
DRIP rain drops - DRIP.
Clouds full of ACID RAIN.
CRY-CRY-CRY-CRY.
11/24/2006 Joe Poewhit
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JESUS SAVES
poem by Joe Poewhit
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We probably do not have a large enough industry here to ably support the independent filmmaker to move in and out. Much of the industry is based on full-time jobs here, institutionalised jobs.
quote by Ann Macbeth
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I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well.
quote by Johannes Sebastian Bach
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Sonnet: From Soldier-ants To God
Who gave the soldier-ants their formic-sting?
So small a brain yet, intellect so vast;
To run in columns, organise and bring,
Their prey piece-meal and larvae very fast.
To choose their sites of nest-building on trees;
To glue the leaves with spider-like resin;
To sentinel their nest in war and peace;
To labor ceaselessly and wars to win.
What wondrous creatures, ants tho’ small can be?
Their industry, man ought to emulate;
In sun and rain and wind, they slog truly;
They stood the test of centuries till date.
How much more splendid Being, God must be?
The universe’s Ruler, Almighty!
8-26-2002
poem by John Celes
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I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men... in receiving from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious predecessor.
quote by Martin Van Buren
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The Industry's at war. I think it's about control. You can make all of the financial arguments that the industry has been shooting itself in the foot, but it is an industry built on a foundation of ownership and exploitation of intellectual property rights.
This House Is Not For Sale
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We're still livin' here, how come nobody can tell
They're takin' all the furniture, movin' our things
Come on little honey, put your head on my knee
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Do you remember when we even bought this thing?
I danced you across the wooden floor and you signed the lease
What happened in the car that night?
What happened in the car that night?
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
We could grab a couple sheets, yeah, give 'em quite a scare
I remember lyin' on the bedroom floor
You were holding me, little honey, kissin' my soul
Tell 'em that the house is not for sale
And calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down, calm down, calm down
Calm down
Calm down
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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The Race Industry
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We despairing, they careering.
We want more peace they want more police.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We say sisters and brothers don't fear.
They will do anything for the Mayor.
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
They're looking for victims and poets to rent.
They represent me without my consent.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
In suits they dither in fear of anarchy.
They take our sufferings and earn a salary.
Steal our souls and make their documentaries.
Inform daily on our community.
Without Black suffering they'd have no jobs.
Without our dead they'd have no office.
Without our tears they'd have no drink.
If they stopped sucking we could get justice.
The coconuts are getting paid.
Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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Acid Reflux Anyone
Larissa Schuster, she was the cause of her husband’s acid reflux,
In fact she had husband refluxed all over his body,
Her attitude for him did not come clean,
- that’s why she gave him an acid bath.
'So what’s to you, there nothing wrong with that',
she would have said,
'hydrochloric acid to be exact'.
Larissa Schuster was biochemist that used her balance of pH’s for murder.
She had to get rid of him,
she loathed him,
and she thought she would be free,
When her husband met the end.
Hydrochloric Acid is the same acid that we have in our stomachs,
But all the TUMS in the world could not have saved him.
Kind of gruesome,
to some,
- but not to her.
She will spend her life prison at taxpayer’s expense,
Too bad the gas chamber is outlawed-
Because the cyanide capsule is dropped to sulfuric bath,
She can be an experiment in the chamber,
Like she did to her husband,
She can feel her lungs melt and then justice will be served,
There is nothing wrong with that.
(12-18-2007)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Every single country that has an auto industry is stepping forward to help that auto industry. Why wouldn't we help this industry too, because it needs 3.5 million jobs.
quote by Jennifer M. Granholm
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The Acid Queen
Gypsy:
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy wont be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the gypsy queen must do
Youre gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him
Hes never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - Im guaranteed.
To break your little heart.
song performed by by Who
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Acid Queen
Gypsy:
If your child aint all he should be now
This girl will put him right.
Ill show him what he could be now
Just give me one night.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Give us a room and close the door
Leave us for a while.
Your boy wont be a boy no more
Young, but not a child.
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy the acid queen.
Ill tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the gypsy queen must do
Youre gonna hit the road.
My work is done now look at him
Hes never been more alive.
His head it shakes his fingers clutch.
Watch his body writhe
Im the gypsy - the acid queen.
Pay before we start.
Im the gypsy - Im guaranteed.
To break your little heart.
song performed by by Who
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I think the record industry, by and large what's left of it, is still totally homophobic. I think it's much less so in the film industry now, but the record industry, it's always been a man's world.
quote by Lesley Gore
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I Didn't Expect You To Be Prepared For That
Did you think I came to you,
To tenderize the moment?
I didn't come for that.
I came to spread some light on your darkness.
With a whip that cracks.
And I didn't expect you to be prepared for that.
That's why I brought along a stiff kick...
To set it a blaze up your lactic acid,
Placid plucking monoaminergic ass!
'Why are you so angry?
And what does all that mean? '
I'm not as nearly as angry as I was,
When I started composing this.
That's why I am late getting here!
It took a while to put this together.
Don't ask any questions!
You make me sick with your laziness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Combatants
He seemed to call me, and I shrank dismayed,
Deeming he threatened all I held most dear;
But when at last his summons I obeyed,
Perplexed and full of fear,
I found upon his face no angry frown,—
Only a visor down.
Indignant that his voice, so calm and sweet,
In my despite, unto my soul appealed,
I cried, "If thou hast courage, turn and meet
A foeman full revealed!"
And with determined zeal that made me strong,
Contended with him long.
But oh, the armor he so meekly bore
Was wrought for him in other worlds than ours!
In firm defense of what he battled for,
Were leagued eternal powers!
I fell; yet overwhelmed by my disgrace,
At last I saw his face.
And in its matchless beauty I forgot
The constant service to my pledges due,
And, with adoring love that sorrowed not,
Entreated, "Tell me who
Hath so o'erthrown my will and pride of youth!"
He answered, "I am Truth."
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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The workingmen have perceived that women are in the field of industry to stay; and they see, too, that there can not be two standards of work and wages for any trade without constant menace to the higher standard.
quote by Florence Kelley
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Sweet Tasting Treats
Lovely, after traveling through the bumps of uncertainty
this morning, suffering through the existential question
why I cannot concentrate like a machine or master the
art of sleuthing until finding the correct version of every
source text expression, fighting doubt that life can have
meaning if one is a million brain cells too short on
lightning fast comprehension - yet
Has to seem industrious and accomplished - after all this
my existential problems were solved in one mighty sweep
of eucalyptus and menthol delight, popping the delectable
sweets in my mouth, immediately the certainty and calm
of the ages fill my being bringing my anxious mind to rest,
everything seems easy and no question can bother me
any more, thank you for sugar
It shortens my life, scientists say, making the shorter life
so much better and more enjoyable, thank you that I need
not eat boring veggies to bring me nearer the end; as for
my teeth – there are dentists and the toothpaste industry,
I am as happy as a lark as long as I can embark
on sweet tasting treats...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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