Rebecca For The Third Time
whoever put
the bust of Abraham
Lincoln by that
door
must be answerable
to you
Rebecca.
May your
soul rest in peace
for slamming
Hilaire Belloc's
door.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rebecca
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.
She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...
It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.
Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.
The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,
-- As often they had done before.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Another Variation For Rebecca
naughty child
Rebecca
slamming the door
of the house
with your
genetic agility
how did
Abraham's bust
ever kill
you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Unlucky
unlucky girl
Rebecca
who died
after slamming
the door
Poor girl Rebecca!
I must be a very lucky man
for i have lived
all my life
slamming
many doors behind me
and look
oh my!
I am
still alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bison
The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
The Door-mat you see on his head
Is not, as some learned professors maintain,
The opulent growth of a genius’ brain;
But is sewn on with needle and thread.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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On Torture: A Public Singer
Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public taste is quite a different thing-
Torture is positively paid to sing.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Criterion
When you are mixed with many I descry
A single light, and judge the rest thereby.
But when you are alone with me, why then,
I quite forget all women and all men.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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Furred, Feathered, Finned
What is the difference
between a leghold trap
which catches an animal's
fragile fingers... or slamming
your hand in a car door?
The animal can never remove
his hand.. unless he chews off
his paw.
Unlike the car door the trap
has sharp teeth each of which
grabs onto his flesh.
The animal dies of thirst
or has his eyes pecked out by
birds of prey.
Please boycott fur, companies
owning fur stock. Please comment
to those you might see wearing fur.
Please tell the NY Times you don't
purchase newspapers which
advertise fur.
**************
When beavers and other aquatic mammals
are trapped, they often drown.
PETA is the source for the comparison
of traps to car door slamming.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Get Out Of My House
(hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw!)
When you left, the door was
(slamming!)
You paused in the doorway
(slamming!)
As though a thought stole you away.
(slamming!)
I watched the world pull you away.
(lock it!)
So I run into the hall,
(lock it!)
Into the corridor.
(lock it!)
Theres a door in the house
(slamming).
I hear the lift descending.
(slamming!)
I hear it hit the landing,
(slamming!)
See the hackles on the cat
(standing).
With my key i
(lock it).
With my key i
(lock it up).
With my key i
(lock it).
With my key i
(lock it up).
I am the concierge chez-moi, honey.
Wont letcha in for love, nor money.
(let me in!)
My home, my joy.
Im barred and bolted and i
(wont let you in).
(get out of my house!)
No strangers feet
Will enter me.
(get out of my house!)
I wash the panes,
(get out of my house!)
I clean the stains away.
(get out of my house!)
This house is as old as I am.
(slamming.)
This house knows all I have done.
(slamming.)
They come with their weather hanging round them,
(slamming.)
But cant knock my door down!
(slamming.)
With my key i
(lock it).
With my key i
(lock it).
This house is full of m-m-my mess.
(slamming.)
This house is full of m-m-mistakes.
(slamming.)
This house is full of m-m-madness.
(slamming.)
This house is full of, full of, full of fight!
(slam it.)
With my keeper i
(clean up).
With my keeper i
(clean it all up).
With my keeper i
(clean up).
With my keeper i
(clean it all up).
I am the concierge chez-moi, honey.
Wont letcha in for love, nor money.
(its cold out here!)
My home, my joy.
Im barred and bolted and i
(get out of my house!)
(wont let you in).
(get out of my house!)
No strangers feet
(get out of my house!)
Will enter me.
(get out of my house!)
I wash the panes.
(get out of my house!)
I clean the stains.
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
Wont enter me.
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
Yeah! wont let you in!
(get out of my house!)
(get out of my house!)
Let me in!
Woman let me in!
Let me bring in the memories!
Woman let me in!
Let me bring in the devil dreams!
I will not let you in!
Dont you bring back the reveries.
I turn into a bird,
Carry further than the word is heard.
Woman let me in!
I turn into the wind.
I blow you a cold kiss,
Stronger than the songs hit.
I will not let you in.
I face towards the wind.
I change into the mule.
I change into the mule.
Hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw-hee-haw-hee-haw-hee-haw...
Hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Adage 6
'Whatever you are, be a good one.'
Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
as you step out of my house
as i open the door for you
as the road
takes you
far away
well, be good.
just be good.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Avoid popularity if you would have peace.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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The microbe is so very small: You cannot take him out at all.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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The grace of God is courtesy.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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Doors You Can't See
The strangest things about these doors.
When they're shut.
You can't say one thing more.
They're always carried around by those ones
That have seen lots of abuse?
For which... there really was no excuse.
Yet, when you love or care or are married
To one of those... that were forced to live there!
It's hard to prove.. that you really care....
Because when they perceive... or think something is not just right.
They back up,
Slamming those doors(bang) in your face, tight!
Or when you see that blank face.
Here comes the door's.
And all you can do is stand there.. stare...
At the crying... helplessly... and more...
Waching... unable to do anything
As tears fall on the floor...
I know it's perceived... the doors that you cannot see....
The doors shutting and slamming... in your face....
But... so is the battle with time...
With you winning that race...
Or that old statement....
How they had egg on their face....
You can't actually see it....
Yet...just like that door
It's.....really.. there..................
poem by Clyde Bryson
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All men have an instinct for conflict at least, all healthy men.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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Time Cures All
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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Money gives me pleasure all the time.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
quote by Hilaire Belloc
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