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the main entry
of course in tonight’s activity
is the
crotch
I like it as a noun
And will always
Be itself a
Very hot noun
They say it
Might probably be an
Alteration
Of a crutch
In 1563
It was a pole with a forked end
A prop of old men
Actually as we see it
A crotch
Is just an angle formed by
The parting of two legs
This is the one
That I like best
An image of parting legs
Now this becomes
My favorite verb: parting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Grammar Lesson
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
An adjective is what describes the noun.
In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
of and with are prepositions. The's
an article, a can's a noun,
a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.
A can can roll - or not. What isn't was
or might be, might meaning not yet known.
"Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz"
is present tense. While words like our and us
are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown.
A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does.
Is is a helping verb. It helps because
filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns
in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz."
See? There's almost nothing to it. Just
memorize these rules...or write them down!
A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does.
The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz.
poem by Steve Kowit
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The Noun Song
There are many types of different nouns
Plurals, possessives, and compounds
But today we are doing specific nouns
Listen first then sing it around!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Listen first then sing along
Listen first then sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys let's sing along
Come on guys let's sing along
Possessives are nouns that belong to you
Let's see what you can do
The more you use them the more you got
So come on now give it a shot!
FOR PLURAL:
The students' don't have any homework!
Apostrophe after s or it doesn't work!
FOR SINGULAR:
The student's dog ate his book!
S after apostrophe hey just look!
Dude this isn't a lie,
So come on now give it a try!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Listen first then sing along
Listen first then sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
We'll sing it all day long
Come on guys let's sing along
Two words together is a contraction
Let me see, What's your reaction?
What's, let's, don't, can't,
You can do it,
YES YOU CAN! ! !
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys just sing along
Come on guys just sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
You can't get it wrong
So come on now just sing along!
When you're all by yourself
And you need more than one
Add an -s or -es
Then you'll find someone
And that is...
A PLURAL NOUN!
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on just sing along
Come on just sing along
This is the noun song
This is the noun song
Come on guys let's sing along
Come on guys let's sing along
This is the noun song
We sang along!
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Verbs v. nouns
Nouns…
they’re dead things; names
you give to things to render them
immobile; to make them yours, your very own; fit for nothing
except scrapheaps, museums, dictionaries, armchairs;
but they make you feel good;
you have control over their world;
you don’t have to think about them any more;
they’re all locked up safe in your collecting-box,
the noun for which is head:
you can sound important with nouns:
this government’s raft of measures
for fiscal stimulation of the economy
but verbs… ah, verbs!
you can’t own them, push them about,
collect them, be important about them;
they own themselves;
they’re outdoor words: going about their
lawful business, doing what they're best at,
measuring their own life as they work;
adapting themselves to what needs to be done
which nouns can’t do without a committee
and then it’s too late; happy
to be themselves, being; even
being while they’re doing.. don't you wish
you were a verb?
Nature – (that’s a verb, by the way,
not a noun) – is all verbs; evolution
is a verb (not a theory):
DNA’s a verb – you can’t own it
like a noun…it doesn’t even
want to own you…
so, be a child – put your boots on,
run, splash, shout look at all those verbs;
how bright the world, what fun,
nothing to put in your pocket to take home
(or if you do, it’ll change to a noun, your noun,
in your pocket, in your drawer, gathering dust:
verbs don’t have the time to gather dust…)
verbs are for observing; verbs are for
seeing for the first time; wow! Verbs are for
inventors, explorers, tree-climbing,
coming home after a day of verb-watching
tired and looking forward to tomorrow
and sleeping soundly, maybe even
thanking, laughing, giving, living;
God is a verb.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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tonight is a parting of
two legs and the meeting
of another two legs
tonight it is dark
and we shall provide the fire
that gives the heart
a hearth
it will be filled with light
and warmth inside our
armpits and hairs
and sweat
there is no reason to be sad
and be depressed
in a darkness that we do
not make
inside our minds we must
make the sun shine
we must make our own mornings
and clouds and
grassy grounds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don’t count on the erstwhile beloved.
By vision a woman can excite you.
Even in her absence, her image will do.
But your presence is a must
to excite her.
In parting, you pine for her.
In parting, she leaves her pain.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Animal Awareness
I had a man
Stand on a point
And look out into a void
Framed by the outline of himself.
The point was at the entrance to a cave.
The entrance,
Shaped like him, legs akimbo,
Each arm outstretched to the side,
Resembled a five-legged star,
The point, the lowest crotch of the star.
To relieve the white of the void,
Behind the entrance to the cave
I painted five conical pines
The apex of each at a crotch of the legs of the star.
The void became a sky
Above the peaks of the pines.
Further back inside the cave
I drew a geometrical detail
Of a beetle's fabulous wing,
and another of such obscurity
I was buried in the part
Unsure of knowing the whole.
What's more,
I was without a need to know
What lies BEYOND the whole,
or lies beyond the HOLE.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Parting Words
When I go from hence
let this be my parting word,
that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus
that expands on the ocean of light,
and thus am I blessed
---let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms
I have had my play
and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs
have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;
and if the end comes here, let it come
---let this be my parting word.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Sorrow’s insomnia
In her parting, my sorrow never sleeps
Though in others’ eyes she is none to me.
At tether end, new episode is beyond hope.
Seeing her anew will never lull the sorrow.
Not by her parting was my sorrow up
But was by her exit from a vivid sojourn,
For one aborted is never resurrected.
With her parting, went my resurrected youth.
‘Every action has equal and opposite reaction’
the law says. Is it true in her part?
07.05.99, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love and Parting
Your wedding dress is not ready yet,
A choir does not sing in our honor,
But time is hurrying us not to forget
The horses that ask for honeymooners.
If only the troika would not lose its way
And the bells would never stop ringing.
Parting is a high price for the love to pay,
Two friends for eternal love are singing.
We've opened the love gate ourselves,
We've harnessed the happiest troika,
And here is something looming tells:
Love and parting are always an alliance.
The holy science -to hear each other
Through years, through times and life
Two friends are eternal - love and parting
They pass through our hearts with a strife.
The longer our life is- the years are shorter,
The sweeter the voice of our friends,
Each meeting becomes much warmer,
Love and then parting our life demands.
The bank, then the river, the sun, then the storm,
The twittering swallows, then cawing of crows,
Love and parting - they two eternal roads form,
Love and parting- this duet always together goes.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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I think the most beautiful thing is that we're not parting because there were problems. We're parting because we're celebrating each others' growth.
quote by Kelly Rowland
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Pangram
NZH
quickly judge
BMW X SPORT
fav
Pangram 27 Letters in the phrase
7 words in 4 lines
All 26 Letters of the alphabet used
NZH- NZH New Zealand Herald (New Zealand newspaper)
fav- noun (slang)
noun: fav
a favorite person or thing
poem by Marius Alexandru (1 December 2020)
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Precious Illusion
you'll rescue me right?
in the exact same way they never did..
I'll be happy right?
when your healing powers kick in
you'll complete me right?
then my life can finally begin
I'll be worthy right?
only when you realize the gem I am?
but this won't work now the way it once did
and I won't keep it up even though I would love to
once I know who I'm not then I'll know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim
these precious illusions in my head did not let me down
when I was defenseless
and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
this ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
this pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water
but this won't work as well as the way it once did
cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
and though I know who I'm not I still don't know who I am
but I know I won't keep on playing the victim
these precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
and parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
I've spent so long firmly looking outside me
I've spent so much time living in survival mode
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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God is a verb, not a noun.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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Why indeed must 'God' be a noun? Why not a verb - the most active and dynamic of all.
Theater is a verb before it is a noun, an act before it is a place.
quote by Martha Graham
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God, to me, it seems, is a verb not a noun, proper or improper.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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Precious Illusions
Youll rescue me right? in the exact same way they never did..
Ill be happy right? when your healing powers kick in
Youll complete me right? then my life can finally begin
Ill be worthy right? only when you realize the gem I am?
But this wont work now the way it once did
And I wont keep it up even though I would love to
Once I know who Im not then Ill know who I am
But I know I wont keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless
And parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends
This ring will me yet as will you knight in shining armor
This pill will help me yet as will these boys gone through like water
But this wont work as well as the way it once did
Cuz I want to decide between survival and bliss
And though I know who Im not I still dont know who I am
But I know I wont keep on playing the victim
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was a kid
And parting with them is like parting with a childhood best friend
Ive spent so long firmly looking outside me
Ive spent so much time living in survival mode
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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Tragedy too is relished
Every parting is painful
Like every death is sorrowful.
Every parting has behind it
A vivid sojourn
Like every death has behind it
An emoted relation.
Rue not the end.
Muse on the events.
It is a pleasurable pain
Like Shakespearean Tragedies.
10.01.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marriage is not a noun; it's a verb. It isn't something you get. It's something you do. It's the way you love your partner every day.
quote by Barbara de Angelis
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Here is God's purpose - for God, to me, it seems, is a verb not a noun, proper or improper.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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