Woman Has No Heart
As a duck takes to water
She took to me
When we were nearby.
As a dew dries from sunshine
I dried from her vision
When I left the venue.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love demands corporal presence
Is not it a fallacy,
If an uprooted stake thought
That the orphaned vine
In its place would never seek
Any stake nearby?
Your beloved ceases to be so
Once you have left the venue.
05.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hiding With A Squab
'Have you run out of luck? '
Said the goose who left a flock of geese,
On an approach...
To what was thought,
To be a sitting duck plucked.
~No not at all.~
Replied a nearby pigeon,
Practicing ventriloquism...
And hiding with a squab,
Of witnessing young pigeons.
~My family and I,
Have grown tired of berries, popcorn and nuts.
And we decided to use a decoy,
To see what showed up.
But to my surprise,
A nosey goose has arrived.
Strutting with a pulchritude...
To annoy a duck...
My uncle disguised.
Telling me that I had talents,
The family thought could be put to better use.
And here you come strutting...
Believing a plucked duck has run out of luck,
When tonight a family of pigeons....
Are going to feast on cooked goose.
Something to feed the younger pigeons,
To lift them with an ego boost!
Get 'em boys! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My shoes and my duck
My shoes and I are quite good friends you see
Often they have chats with me
They tell me things doesn’t matter when
Day or night
They ask me please to lace right
Tell me how to wear them right
I have many pair but only one do I love
They are blue and white
Just like the morning and its dove
That flies around with all their might
My shoes fight in my closet in the black of night
Over which one I will ware on my bike
But I can never forget my duck
To which I can always turn to trust
My friend that is always there
Telling me no lies
And awaiting my return home
From my eight hour chore
My duck can’t swim
my duck can’t quake
My duck just sinks
with a rock on his back
My duck can’t cry
my duck can’t sing
my duck just cant do anything
My ducks no duck and I know why
my duck is stuffed
my duck can’t fly...
I love my duck
Can’t you see why
So in the end
I wouldn’t trade my shoes for any red bull
Or my duck for any frog
Even though one might give me wings
Or one might make noise now and again
I love my blue shoes and my stuffed duck
P.S. the Saint helped me write parts of this, so I owe him a thank you, and just so you all know not all mine.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Sunshine vs. Darkness
The sunshine keeps the darkness away. The darkness takes over but soon the sunshine takes over again when its raining sunshine still comes through. We always want sunshine to light our way. But others want the darkness to stay around. When darkness falls many people come alive, others sleep and wait for the sunshine to come again. We all want different things for sunshine or for darkness. Some love the sunshine others love darkness. I see all the saddness when its sunshine. But yet the darkness I see all happiness. Sunshine brings saddness and the darkness brings happiness and excitement!
poem by Nicole Donoghue
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Johnny Sunshine
You took the car
It was my favorite one
A little white dart
And drove it to idaho
You took the horse
It was a thoroughbred
Saddled it up
Out on the interstate
You kept the cat
Put it in antifreeze
Dumped in the trunk
With the rest of the cattlefeed
You took the house
You went and changed the locks
Now I am stuck living out of a box
I think Ive been taken
For everything I own
Ive been hurt so badly
Im alone, baby, Im alone
You left me nothing
You left me nothing
Johnny sunshine
You left me nothing
You left me nothing
Johnny sunshine
You left me nothing
You left me nothing
Johnny sunshine
You left me nothing
You left me nothing
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Duck at Haldon Ponds
At evening watches the duck
slow feeding the waterline.
Praises the duck. Such a fine
white miracle breasting the mayfly.
Green of her tail feathers,
space of her neck doubled in water
paddles off with my mind.
Ducks I have known.
Old duck mates of mine
inspecting the meeting of air and liquid.
Make no mistake, duck.
I´d like to eat you well cooked
one bell-battered Sunday in April.
And I´d wear your gorgeous feathers in my hat,
make a soup of the bones
and give your leftovers to the cat.
The Duck and the Kangaroo
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack',
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea;
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.
Said the Duck, 'As I sat on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!'
Said the Kangaroo, 'I'm ready!
'All in the moonlight pale;
'But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
'And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy - O who,
As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
poem by Edward Lear
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Here Come Sunshine
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine,
Get out the pans, don't just stand there dreamin'
Get out of the way, get out of the way,
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
Line up a long shot maybe try it two times, maybe more,
Good to know you got shoes to wear when you find the floor,
Why hold out for more?
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
Askin' you nice, now, keep the mother rollin'
One more time, been down before,
You just don't have to go no more, no more.
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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My Sunshine!
Sunshine, come out.
Sunshine, don't hide.
Sunshine, never pout.
Sunshine, be my guide.
Sunshine, love me sweet.
Sunshine, my heart is yours.
Sunshine, give me your heat.
Sunshine, open my doors.
Sunshine, take my hand.
Sunshine, don't leave me.
Sunshine, dry my sand.
My Sunshine, you'll always be.
poem by Tammie LeeAnn Thrasher
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Duck
It is a white duck
During the rains a band of ducks afloat
against the cloud laden skies
only remind of the duck
The duck that wings unseen in the morning
and in the night
carrying the sunbeams and moonbeams
in its roseate beaks
The duck that lives on light
The duck that is the mount of Knowledge and Wisdom
Knowledge and wisdom always fights with one another
But when they ride the duck
they hold each other with loving arms
Or else they might fall from the shoulders of the duck
and break into pieces
In that case no one will be able to bring the pieces together
Alas! Alas!
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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A New Day Dawning
aaa new day dawning
i wake up in the morning to see the
beginning of a new day dawning
some days are bright while others are dull
but regardless of the weather
i thank god for such a sight
the daylight penetrates the darkness
and soon it will be light
birds begin chirping in a nearby tree
while others are soring over the sea
while looking at the morning sky
i see the sun penetrating the fog and dew
a duck quakes in the cove
i see the fog lifting off the water
and the water begins to ripple from the morning
breeze
i am content and thank god for giving me the
pleasure of seeing a new day dawning
author hewitt hardy april 5 2004
poem by Hewitt Hardy
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Fountain of God's Grace
The water is there -
ever-flowing, bursting
singing, dripping, cascading…
The flow may be fast;
it maybe slow.
But the water is there
never emptied, never dried.
It flows to empty
and aching hearts.
It reaches out to
to the rich and mighty.
It embraces those
who are left with nothing
except the choice to come
closer to this fountain.
And yes, this fountain of God's grace
grants the water of hope, the water of life.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Here Comes Sunshine
Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty-nine,
Get out the pans, dont just stand there dreamin
Get out of the way, get out of the way,
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
Line up a long shot maybe try it two times, maybe more,
Good to know you got shoes to wear when you find the floor,
Why hold out for more?
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
Askin you nice, now, keep the mother rollin
One more time, been down before,
You just dont have to go no more, no more.
Here comes sunshine, here comes sunshine.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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To Hire and Air Your View
If you have no venue on which to air
What you have got to deliver,
You feel most miserable,
And hire a venue and air it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death Of River
As the scorching sun gains height,
The river nearby dries up,
The quiescent river never fights,
For its water even a cup.
Once, it was full of life,
For each and every living,
Like the altruism of a wife
Her power in her ring.
The poignant image of the river
Is threatening to me,
Like a women in consternation
Sitting numb on her knee.
The mother of our ancient civilization
Will bring life back again,
For her loving children,
She will keep her sane.
poem by Shivam Madeshia
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If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck.
If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must be a duck.
The Sea Never Dries
The sea never dries!
For every river flows into the sea but yet still,
The sea is never full! !
Fleeting as a breath,
The sun rises up from the east and goes down to the west;
And the wind blows towards the south and turns around to the north,
But the sea never dries!
The sea nevr dries,
So be a reliable person in the neighbourhood;
And strive to make up the best out of yourself.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.
quote by James Whitcomb Riley
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High Water
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
When the waters rose
In the darkness
In the wake of the endless flood
It flowed into our memory --
It flowed into our blood
When something broke the surface
Just to see the starry dome --
We still feel that relation
When the water takes us home
In the flying spray of the ocean
The water takes you home --
Springing from the weight
Of the mountains
Like the heart of the earth
Would burst
Flowing out from marble fountains
In the dreams of a desert thirst
Something swam through
The jungles
Where the mighty rivers roam --
Something breaks the silence
When the water takes you home
I hear the wordless voices
When the water takes me home --
Waves that crash on the shoreline
Torrents of tropical rain
Streaming down
Beyond our memory
Streaming down inside our veins
When something left the ocean
To crawl high above the foam --
We still feel that elation
When the water takes us home
In a driving rain of redemption
The water takes me home...
song performed by by Rush
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