To Be Seen What Your Are Now
Having grown from the mole to a mountain,
You'll be seen as the mole by the people
Who have known you since you being a mole.
Be with others to be seen as a mountain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mole From The Ministry
If you think theres something wrong
Holes appearing on your lawn
Dont you blame the man next door
Its not him
Flowers walk from place to place
Dark spot moves around your face
Objects vanish without trace
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
And youll all bow down to me
Im the mole in your potting shed
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you wont catch me
(fish and visitors smell after three days)
If you thinks theres something strange
Garden starts to rearrange
From perfect lawn to mountain range
Its not you
Im the mole from the ministry
Working underground
And youll all bow down to me
Moving facts and figures all around
Im the mole in your potting shed
Undermine your world
Im the bad thoughts inside your head
And you shouldnt think me, no!
And you shouldnt think me
Mole
Mole
Mole
song performed by by Xtc
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Of The Mole In The Ground
The mole's a creature very smooth and slick,
She digs i' th' dirt, but 'twill not on her stick;
So's he who counts this world his greatest gains,
Yet nothing gets but's labour for his pains.
Earth's the mole's element, she can't abide
To be above ground, dirt heaps are her pride;
And he is like her who the worldling plays,
He imitates her in her work and ways.
Poor silly mole, that thou should'st love to be
Where thou nor sun, nor moon, nor stars can see.
But O! how silly's he who doth not care
So he gets earth, to have of heaven a share!
poem by John Bunyan
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I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I Pulled Out My Shovel (Quatrain)
I pulled out my shovel
And dug a little hole
I dug even deeper
Trying to kill a mole
The digging was easy
The hole grew more and more
Then I thought to myself
I should have used my bore
I dug into the den
But the mole wasn't there
It was almost as if
It vanished in mid air
Then I saw a tunnel
It veered off to the right
So I thought to myself
I'd dig into the night
So I kept on digging
Until it petered out
Then I grew quite angry
So I had to shout
I never found that mole
But I did dig a hole
And filled it with a pole
Then formed a grassy knoll
Edwin Tanguma (10/4/2011)
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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This is my wife
Making a mountain
Of a mole hill
Is my relative
I called
Innovative
This my wife.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The president said that this is not removing a mole. You know, removing a mole, that's an outpatient sort of an operation. This was removing a cancer, removing a cancer takes more time.
quote by Gordon England
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Hunger
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle among roses
By the one who is sex hungry.
A mole on a cheek is seen
As a beetle in a pudding
By the one who is food hungry.
25.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Star-Nosed Mole
Mole, angel-dog of the pit,
digging six miles a night,
what's up with you in your sooty suit,
where's your kitchen at?
I find you at the edge of our pond,
drowned, numb drainer of weeds,
insects floating in your belly,
grubs like little fetuses bobbing
and your dear face with its fifth hand,
doesn't it know it's the end of the war?
It's all over, no need to go deep into ponds,
no fires, no cripples left.
Mole dog,
I wish your mother would wake you up
and you wouldn't lie there like the Pieta
wearing your cross on your nose.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Incriminating Love
If loving you is crime
Let me spend all my life
In stock and shackle
Let people have criminal
Engrave on my grave stone
I don’t mind the whirlwind
Or think of the hurdles
The atmosphere may be gloomy
I say no to its deception
And remain unwavering
There could be mountain of despair
That stands between us
Or impede our coming together
But I could cut stone of hope
Out of mole of despair
poem by Seun Bewaji
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I don't Like You
I, my, fly, die, shy, sigh, guy, bye
gone, flown, cone, drone, blown, away
hay, hey, neigh
Cry, my, guy, yigh, goodbye
wait, hate, gate, crate, weight
even some debate
Watch out! or you'll trip over escape
While I poke you with debate
And escalate mole hills
Into mountain ranges
'equate'
poem by Midnights Voice
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Created For No Reason
There is more than one thing,
Swept under a rug that shows to lump.
And those who say as if mystified,
Others have made a mountain from a mole hill...
Are usually the ones accustomed to hiding,
With beliefs they can dump their insecurities...
On everyone else to accept what has been done.
To pretend an issue has been created for no reason.
Even a frowning child shows a disapproval quicker than swift.
And has a reason for doing it that is connected,
To something inappropriate that's no longer tolerated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've got a big mole on my butt. It's true.
quote by Gedde Watanabe
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Selfless Love
I went down to the river
To see what I could find
I cried out, this world is not for me
They dont appreciate my kind.
And the river called my name out,
Im afraid you must be wrong.
Its much too shallow here for suicide.
You had better move along.
And ...
Selfish love will just bring you pain
But selfless love is never in vain
Selfish love will just bring you pain
But selfless love is never in vain
Its never in vain
So I climbed up to the mountain
And I saw my purpose clear
I was just about to take the leap
When a voice rang in my ear
I am just a little mole hill.
You made a mountain out of me.
No man is as blind as he
Who will refuse to see.
Because ...
I was standing in the city
In the dirty grey of dawn
And I looked up at the sky and cried,
How can you let this go on?
And a voice said, I know things are tough,
But Im doing all I can.
Just dont tell me how to do my job,
You just wouldnt understand.
Remember ...
song performed by by Utopia
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Sonnet-Man And Science
Where is the modern world now heading to?
Our life is in the 'automatic' mode;
As per his fancies, things man tries to do;
Forgetting God, man follows any road.
Each one feels orphaned despite kith and kin;
To earn money is man's primary goal;
More wealth puts man into vices and sin,
That grows into a mountain from a mole.
Science questions creation of even God;
Yet, man can't control Nature in fury;
Man's thoughts are sometimes quixotic and odd;
The health of soul is one thing we bury.
But Science has limits; man is handicapped;
And God is there where knowledge can't be tapped.
poem by John Celes
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Hidden Sins
FOR every sin that comes before the light,
And leaves an outward blemish on the soul,
How many, darker, cower out of sight,
And burrow, blind and silent, like the mole.
And like the mole, too, with its busy feet
That dig and dig a never-ending cave,
Our hidden sins gnaw through the soul, and meet
And feast upon each other in its grave.
A buried sin is like a covered sore
That spreads and festers 'neath a painted face;
And no man's art can heal it evermore,
But only His—the Surgeon's—promised grace.
Who hides a sin is like the hunter who
Once warmed a frozen adder with his breath,
And when he placed it near his heart it flew
With poisoned fangs and stung that heart to death.
A sculptor once a granite statue made,
One-sided only, just to fit its place:
The unseen side was monstrous; so men shade
Their evil acts behind a smiling face.
O blind! O foolish! thus our sins to hide,
And force our pleading hearts the gall to sip;
O cowards! who must eat the myrrh, that Pride
May smile like Virtue with a lying lip.
A sin admitted is nigh half atoned;
And while the fault is red and freshly done,
If we but dropp our eyes and think,—'tis owned,—
'Tis half forgiven, half the crown is won.
But if we heedless let it reek and rot,
Then pile a mountain on its grave, and turn,
With smiles to all the world,—that tainted spot
Beneath the mound will never cease to burn.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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I also love Mole, the unsung hero of reality programming.
quote by Kathy Griffin
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Who takes a lion at a distance fears a mole present.
Down In The Hole
Watch your head on that root
Got to let your eyes adjust
Im sorry about your suit
Cant do nothing about the dust
Welcome down underground
Hunker down a spell
Gets to feel like home to me
Though I know it looks like hell
(chorus)
Down in the hole
Lord, its deep and the sides are steep
And the nights are long and cold
Down in the hole
Light and love and the world above
Mean nothing to the mole
(dont mean nothing to the mole)
Never gets real hot down here
Fifty five degrees
Its always a little bit damp, I fear
But Ive never seem to freeze
Mushrooms and earthworms
Fancy stuff to eat
A world of quiet comtemplation (oh, yes)
Just below the street
- chorus -
Im in a hole
Since I lost my baby
Living in a hole
Since I lost my girl
Would you play in the moonlight
Woul you dance in the dirt
Come home way past daybreak
Cockleburs all stuck in your shirt
Come back home to twilight
Come back home to me
Subterranean river you are
Meets the molten sea
- chorus -
song performed by by James Taylor
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Sonnet: Dr John Celes
John Celes’ Rock is one that seems to grow,
Of composite make-up, from mole to hill;
The neighborhood has all now come to know;
This Rock will grow into mountain still!
Just as the Rock comes onto view of all,
Its density becomes greater each day;
No weather change can make this Rock to fall;
But if it should, ’twill come in God’s own way.
The Rock will get its due respect some day!
They will erect a monument for him;
His Indian brothers will feel very gay;
No more, the literary sun will be dim.
John Celes’ work will shake the world one day!
His voice will thunder in the mighty way!
16-7-2001
poem by John Celes
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