We Love Them...
we give them pork
and let them drink milk
we give them superb baths
and thick towels
we offer them our beds
and let them have tan
in our beaches
my wife loves each of
them
and keeps them nice
company
and instructs them
english grammar
these dogs!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Will Be No Laurels On My Head
there will be no laurels
on my head
please do not offer
any laurel leaves
on my head
i do not deserve it
i am not a slice of pork
i am neither king
nor poet.
just give me a dew
for i am a leaf
just hand me a little
moss
and give me that shade
of wet and green
a little moisture
for i am
also a
stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Englishman
St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.
St George he was for England,
And right gallantly set free
The lady left for dragon's meat
And tied up to a tree;
But since he stood for England
And knew what England means,
Unless you give him bacon
You mustn't give him beans.
St George he is for England,
And shall wear the shield he wore
When we go out in armour
With battle-cross before.
But though he is jolly company
And very pleased to dine,
It isn't safe to give him nuts
Unless you give him wine.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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The Englishman
St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.
St George he was for England,
And right gallantly set free
The lady left for dragon's meat
And tied up to a tree;
But since he stood for England
And knew what England means,
Unless you give him bacon
You mustn't give him beans.
St George he is for England,
And shall wear the shield he wore
When we go out in armour
With battle-cross before.
But though he is jolly company
And very pleased to dine,
It isn't safe to give him nuts
Unless you give him wine.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Give Me Your Hand
Give me your hand
Some had request a life
Some a heart some a wife
But me, give me your hand
Some had desire your whole
Some your smile others your soul
But as for me give me your hand
Some will plead to stare at your beauty
Others will die to match your quality
But me, give me your hand
Some had grace the day you will nurce their seeds
Some had vow to grant your needs
As for me, give me your hand
I have not a single word to wisper
But my gentle hand is there to offer
So please give me your hand
I will wash it with my blood
And wipe it with bliss from God
You just give me your hand
I have nothing to lift you above
But I will raise your hand with love
Give me your hand
Let us cross huddles with a solmn sing
While I slot the propose ring
Will you give me your hand?
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Love Me Love My Dog
We are an animal loving nation
but dogs are the number one pet
we spoil our canines rotten
and give all our money to the vet.
Dogs become part of the family
they get fed all the best grub
they get taken on long walks
and even get to go to the pub.
Old people like their company
and youngsters love them too
even when they leave dog mess
because they can't go to the loo.
They like to guard our homes
keep watch when we go out
they warn us with their barking
if there's a stranger about.
Some dogs are very strong
and are built for a fight
but others are very gentle
and would never give you a bite.
There are dogs which are lazy
and just like to sit and rest
whilst some are full of life
with lots of energy and zest.
But they make great friends
if they're treated right then
they'll want to be with you
during the day and the night.
So yes we do love our dogs
even when they leave their mess
but I do wish there was a breed
that could talk and play Chess!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Cat with milk
My cat
Not drink milk...
For today...
Yester day
My cat was
Try drink hot
Of milk...
Hot was hit...
For my cat mouth...
Cat was did not cry...
Run away for hot
Milk pot...
So...
Today coll milk also
My cat did not drink...
O...
I am very soory
For hot milk...
Come to drink milk....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Give a servant a proper meal and the cow will give more milk and the cat will drink less.
The Language That The Poor Wants To Speak
do you speak good English?
do you take pride in it and then use it to impress others
and swindle them
into a belief that they are inferior?
they have feelings too
of humiliation
which even in such a sad state
wish that their humiliation
speak good English still
they always think that English will give them
a good job
a better standing in the society
a flare of fashionable tongue
you make them cry
but still they want to speak that cry in English too
foolish!
but can you blame them?
you who hold that power and might
you who have taken all what they once had
and made them
worse within
themselves
despite which,
they still want to be like you
to speak like you
a god
how sad!
you have never known the language of love
the grammar of generosity
the syntax of sympathy
that language that good English
sometimes has forgotten
to utter
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Take a Brief Moment
Take a break
In the action of a simple day
Thank the one who loves us
Anyway
We talk and walk a good game
Love each other, no matter what
For he would and will do the same
It's all he loves
No matter what your name
Pause for a second, the reason we live
So much to offer
Our lives
As brief as they are
Our souls we must give
Give with your heart
Mind, body, and soul
Our bodies old and weary
With our faith
Upstairs we will go
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Give Up
(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
You better listen well
When I tell you
To be on the look out
You cant call for help
cause I know you inside out
Despite all your hideouts
Im no great pretender
Ill make you surrender
So come along quietly
Heres a thought to remember
I have not met a man yet
To escape from my drag-net
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Ill give you just the facts man
And you can draw all your own conclusions
Ill keep your mind surrounded
With chains of love so strong
You cant break through them
My arsenal is stocked
With all kinds of seductive weapons
Although your hearts locked up
My love will assist me
So that you cant resist me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
No, no, no
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
Give up, give up
Give up youre love to me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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You Give Me All I Need
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:herman rarebell
New love is blind
Why dont you see
You hurt me inside, youre killing me
It makes me sad all the time
To see you around with all these guys
My hearts in pain
I need you so
My loves the same
So please dont go
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
Lets try again
Theres still romance
Well start a new life, take a chance
There are so many ways
Please dont forget it anyday
My hearts in pain
I need you so
My loves the same
So please dont go
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
You give me all I need
song performed by by Scorpions
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Give Me Something
The food is cold
Your eyes are cold
The windows cold
The beds cold
Give me something thats not cold, come on, come on
Give me something thats not cold, come on, come on
Give me something thats not cold, come on, come on
Give me, give me, give me
The chairs hard
Your voice is hard
The moneys hard
The livings hard
Give me something thats not hard, come on, come on
Give me something thats not hard, come on, come on
Give me something thats not hard, come on, come on
Give me, give me, give me
Ill give you my heartbeat
And a bit of tear and flesh
Its not very much but while its there
You can have it, you can have it
song performed by by Lennon John
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Give Me Something
Oh-oh! oh-oh!
Oh-oh! oh-oh!
The food is cold,
Your eyes are cold,
The windows cold,
The beds cold.
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
The chairs hard,
Your voice is hard,
The moneys hard,
The livings hard.
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Ill give you my heartbeat
And a bit of tear and flesh.
Its not very much but while its there,
You can have it,
You can have it.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Give Me Something
Oh-oh! oh-oh!
Oh-oh! oh-oh!
The food is cold,
Your eyes are cold,
The windows cold,
The beds cold.
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Cold, come on, come on, come on!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
The chairs hard,
Your voice is hard,
The moneys hard,
The livings hard.
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me something thats not
Hard, come on, come on, come on!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Give me - ah!
Ill give you my heartbeat
And a bit of tear and flesh.
Its not very much but while its there,
You can have it,
You can have it.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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While in Goa!
Coming to you Oh! city of beaches
Ever nice your plesaure when someone reaches
Everyone dreams of the times to visit
A journey off the sun into a cool spirit
Pleasing is your weather which calmness teaches
Coming to you Oh! city of beaches
Ever nice your plesaure when someone reaches
Breeze of the coconut trees within a mile
The sea has an instinct of sudden smile
Healing of the shore offers gathering of riches
Coming to you Oh! city of beaches
Ever nice your plesaure when someone reaches
poem by by unknown author
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Edward's Corner
Entrancing!
Just a young adult;
But, show it to me and,
Let me see it.
Give me light,
Give me joy!
Give me hope,
Give me love;
And like those positive notes;
However, i was just thinking about you when,
You knocked at the door.
Daydreams! !
It is in the milk so, drink it;
And like a silent kingdom in the land of your muse,
But, give me hope and let me always be around you.
Beautiful flowers
Petals of love;
To grow up.
And like a caged bird being guarded by a cat! !
Chinook,
Chintzy,
Chinchilla,
Chink;
And like a fried fish being guarded by a cat! !
But, i'm at 'Edward's Corner' waiting for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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635 Milk The Elixir Of Life
MILK - One of God's preciuos gifts
For all who seek to live
Of all the food that passes lips
This has the most to give.
And when we from our Mothers feed
Her milk provides our every need.
The milk of cows and goats and sheep
Sustains us in our later life
An elixir before we sleep
It calms our nerves and eases strife
What is the secret of this stuff
Milkaholics just can't get enuff.
We know that milk is mostly water
There's almost eighty eight percent
There's protein - fat and carbohydrate
And calcium to give bones strength.
Drinka - Pinta - Milka - Day
It sure will help you on your way.
Full-fat milk makes ladies fertile
And it tastes much nicer too
Leave the skimmed milk for the slimmers
While you enjoy your creamy goo.
Jersey Milk has FIVE POINT THREE
Fresian much less - Oh dear me! ! !
Milk is a rich source of vitamins
A and D and E and K
Lactose gives our milk its sweetness
Drinka - Pinta - Milka - Day.
Drinking milk instead of coffee
Keeps you calm and much less stroppy.
Natural milk is prone to curdle
So we have to Pasteurise
Killing all the dee-dum-durdle
Homogenise and Sterilise.
When next in't Country - it's my vow
To drink my milk straight from the cow! ! !
Milk provides a range of products
Cream - Butter - Cheese and Yoghurt too
Without which life would be much poorer
No Camembert or Danish Blue.
When our palates we would please
We judge a country by its Cheese.
I'll sing the praise of English Cheeses
Cheddar - Cheshire - Wenslydale
Lancahire and Regal Stilton
From pastures lush in Leicester Vale.
Christmastime with Port & Stilton
In Terraced House or at the Hilton.
My 'Ode to Milk' is not complete
Without a mention of 'Best Butter'
'Farmhouse' from the pasture sweet
The taste? 'A Pastoral Ode by Rutter'.
And never let me utter words obscene
Unsaturated Fats and tatseless Margarine.
poem by John Knight
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Your Flesh Is So Nice
(j.buckley)
I want to tell you a story
About a little cutey
She's ass-slappin' pretty
And voluptous fingers
Wanna let her lick me
Stick the thick of my pussy
From across the street
She looks good enough to eat me
Kitty! your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Let me take a bite
Your flesh is so nice.
Oh, i take off my belt
Oh, i whip the staircase
(whip the staircase)
Kill all the men
Everything's dead to them
You're the only one i follow
Come on and let me give you that "o".
Your flesh is so nice
I wanna take you twice
Your flesh is so nice
Oooo your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Wanna take a bite
Your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Nice
(repeat)
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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From Our Heads Like Gods We Give Birth To Others
they view us
as the impotents, those with only words to give to the world
we, phenomenal spectators
artists, onlookers, sensitive eyes, unblinking, blood rushing
to eyeballs, noting every thread of reality
in the fabric of this world
unfolding
we notice colors that they cannot see
we smell more than dogs
we see more than what eagles stare
we can be silent, and so enduring
surviving what they accuse us of
crimes that we cannot commit
we are patient and we endure what pain
is there, reserved for us like empty plates
on poisoned food and yet
we still eat them
caring less, on our emaciated bodies
too willing to offer
and if need be, die our earlier deaths
leaving them guilty in the process
we give no births in maternity beds
we do not really populate like they do
but look on our heads
we give births to other like us
in pain in joy in awakenings
and then we have become so many
ultimately winning
this game of posterity, this final battle of survival
in wit in freedom we have won this war
our swords are more sensitive
to make a kill and we devour what they vomit
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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