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No Sourdough

To be a bony feed Sourdough
You must, by Yukon Law,
Have killed a moose,
And robbed a sluice,
AND BUNKED UP WITH A SQUAW. . . .

Alas! Sourdough I'll never be.
Oh, sad is my excuse:
My shooting's so damn bad, you see . . .
I've never killed a moose.

poem by Robert William Service
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The Moose and the Goose

The mighty mad moose said to the gentle gliding goose,
“It’s not fair you fly in formation while I suffer much abuse.
Wind and breeze are there as you fly first class.
I’m down here on the ground fighting weeds and grass.”

The flock of geese had just landed for some food and rest,
And here is this mighty mad moose acting like a real pest.
But the head gliding goose had a gentle reply,
“Mighty mad moose you’re upset and I don’t know why.”

“Each year we chart the route for you mighty moose.
We’re the train’s engine, while you have freedom of a caboose.
Pay attention to our direction as we geese pass over;
Then you moose will know the way and have time for clover.”

Sir moose replied, “You fly south for winter and return in spring.
So all I have to do is remember that one important thing.
As I browse through trees and brush, I need to raise my eyes
To see you all as you map our way through the skies.”

The attitude of mighty moose changed from mad to glad,
Since he understood the treasure that he really always had.
As the gentle gliding geese flew off in formation,
Mighty moose smiled and tipped his antlers in appreciation.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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I Killed The Cat

damn i killed the cat
i can't believe it
a well placed kick killed
the cat yet no remorse
wait is that a smile
yea peaceful nights now
you waking up for cats yea
but no its not your life to take
you killed a living thing
it only a cat
there no where near extinction
so you have no problem
no the kids loved it
how do i explain it to them
ooh bury it and say it ran away
but they will be sad
sad! what sad face never killed
no one but my boot did
it collided in its tiny skull
it moaned till it pass
my god i killed the cat
i killed the cat

poem by Robert Roberts
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A Sourdough Story

Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below,
When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit
Into the campfire glow.
Rugged are we and hoary, and statin' a general rule,
A genooine Sourdough story
Ain't no yarn for the Sunday School.

A Sourdough came to stake his claim in Heav'n one morning early.
Saint Peter cried: "Who waits outside them gates so bright and pearly?"
"I'm recent dead," the Sourdough said, "and crave to visit Hades,
Where haply pine some pals o' mine, includin' certain ladies."
Said Peter: "Go, you old Sourdough, from life so crooly riven;
And if ye fail to find their trail, we'll have a snoop round Heaven."

He waved, and lo! that old Sourdough dropped down to Hell's red spaces;
But though 'twas hot he couldn't spot them old familiar faces.
The bedrock burned, and so he turned, and climbed with footsteps fleeter,
The stairway straight to Heaven's gate, and there, of course, was Peter.
"I cannot see my mates," sez he, "among those damned forever.
I have a hunch some of the bunch in Heaven I'll discover."
Said Peter: "True; and this I'll do (since Sourdoughs are my failing)
You see them guys in Paradise, lined up against the railing -
As bald as coots, in birthday suits, with beards below the middle . . .
Well, I'll allow you in right now, if you can solve a riddle:
Among that gang of stiffs who hang and dodder round the portals,
Is one whose name is know to Fame - it's Adam, first of mortals.
For quiet's sake he makes a break from Eve, which is his Madame. . . .
Well, there's the gate - To crash it straight, just spy the guy that's Adam."

The old Sourdough went down the row of greybeards ruminatin'
With optics dim they peered at him, and pressed agin the gratin'.
In every face he sought some trace of our ancestral father;
But though he stared, he soon despaired the faintest clue to gather.
Then suddenly he whooped with glee: "Ha! Ha! an inspiration."
And to and fro along the row he ran with animation.
To Peter, bold he cried: "Behold, all told there are eleven.
Suppose I fix on Number Six - say Boy! How's that for Heaven?"

"By gosh! you win," said Pete. "Step in. But tell me how you chose him.
They're like as pins; all might be twins. There's nothing to disclose him."
The Sourdough said: "'Twas hard; my head was seething with commotion.
I felt a dunce; then all at once I had a gorgeous notion.
I stooped and peered beneath each beard that drooped like fleece of mutton.
My search was crowned. . . . That bird I found - ain't got no belly button."

poem by Robert William Service
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Stalk Of Wheat

I went for a walk on a stalk, on a stalk of wheat
And it felt like a trillion feet
I was looking for a friend at the end, at the end of the line
And it took me till the end of time
I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke
And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas...of ideas
I once had a dream of a gleam, of a gleam in my eye
And I'll have it till the day I die
I had a thought bubble of trouble, of trouble and strife
And I'll have it for the rest of my life
I was all out of luck like a duck, like a duck that died
I was all out of juice like a moose, like a moose denied
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke
I was all out of work like a jerk who's a joke
And I was out of ideas like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, I was out of ideas...of ideas...of ideas...of ideas

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Swan I Married Became a Moose

Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.

String beans on your teeth,
I thought divine.
One time.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

A big and wide behind,
I didn't mind to follow.

I thought it fantastic,
To climb on top.
When we made our version,
Of love.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

I saw you recently,
I did not recognize you.
My eyes laid on your breasts,
And hips so fine.

But then you reminded me,
Of my ignorance.
And what that did to you.

You then left me looking stunning!
And I felt such the fool!

Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.

String beans on your teeth,
I thought divine.
One time.

But when we got divorced,
I forced myself to really see...
How the Swan I married,
Became a Moose!

And that 'moose' today...
I wish I had not abused!

'Wow, dude?
WHO was that gorgeous woman you tried to hit on?
She's hot! '

That 'was' my ex-wife!

'Yeah, right.
Then one of us is a big liar.
You told me your ex-wife
Could be a side attraction at a circus! '

That was my ex-wife!

'Okay. Snap out of it! '

That was my ex-wife.

'Man, you okay?
Hey...
We all got our fantasies, right? '

Seriously,
That WAS my ex-wife!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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song performed by by Offspring
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Rely on fate

A snake is killed for being a threat.
A rat is killed for being a menace.
A goat is killed for being a prey.
Anyone is killed by an accident.
Health and goodness will not save you.
28.07.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sebastian: She killed him. She held a pillow over his face and I held his legs. She killed Alexander Lester. She killed Boris Lester. Poisoned him with mushrooms and let him die. She killed that poorly... [CRIES] She killed that boy so that we could be together. I thought I loved her.

line from Lady Macbeth by Alice Birch (2016)
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F A M E

Frank Halliwell
Jimboomba, Qld.Oz.

Around me spin the galaxies which I have helped to chart
When the first among the spacemoose, I became.
-Surrounded by these wonders now I stand with heavy heart
And ponder on the brevity of fame.

..The concrete moose that sat atop the rocket's blinding blaze
As it left earth on a pillar of white fire...
It was just a few short weeks ago that poets sang my praise,
and I felt that of my deeds they'd never tire..

It seems they've all forgotten Slack, the famous concrete moose..
..but I was once the hero of their tales..
Once famous, now a nobody, .. a virtual recluse-
Where food abounds but never snow prevails.

So beam me up, MacAntelope and set our course outbound-
To seek among the stars to find out where
The Planet of the Rhyming Versifiers may be found,
We both may become famous, way out there...

Fickleness, thy name is poet, ('specially from the Lone Star State!)
But my name will become legend, though not soon...
And moms and dads in future times will help their kids locate
The concrete moose that's living on the moon.

o0o

poem by Frank Halliwell
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Video Killed The Radio Star

Music & Lyrics : Horn - Whooley - Horn - Downes
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, look I'll play my VCR.
You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)

song performed by by Erasure
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Take It Easy

When I was boxing in the ring
In 'Frisco back in ninety-seven,
I used to make five bucks a fling
To give as good as I was given.
But when I felt too fighting gay,
And tried to be a dinger-donger,
My second, Mike Muldoon. would say:
"Go easy, kid; you'll stay the longer."

When I was on the Yukon trail
The boys would warn, when things were bleakest,
The weakest link's the one to fail -
Said I: "by Gosh! I won't be weakest."
So I would strain with might and main,
Striving to prove I was the stronger,
Till Sourdough Sam would snap: "Goddam!
Go easy, son; you'' last the longer."
So all you lads of eighty odd
Take my advice - you'll never rue it:
Be quite prepared to meet your God,
But don't stampede yourselves to do it.
Just cultivate a sober gait;
Don't emulate the lively conger;
No need to race, slow down the pace,
Go easy, Pals - you'll linger longer.

poem by Robert William Service
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Show Me This!

Where does one go...
To 'not' take those risks,
That ultimately benefit?
Every aspect of what life truly is.

And where does one go to show...
A life can be lived,
Without daring to take chances?
As they sit and romance a life enhanced.

How many are completely satisfied,
To have lived a life AND survived...
With a quality of it achieved and done,
Without one obstacle...
They had to face and overcome.

Show me this!
And I'll find you a moose,
With thick big lips.
Whose only concern...
Is finding a soft couch to lay on,
To spread latexed covered wide hips.
While munching on chips and onion dip!

And that will be one moose taking more of a risk,
Than anyone deliberately...
Taking a stroll down any street,
In fear of being mugged.
Or gundown by vacationing terrorists!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bull Moose

Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain,
lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar,
stumbling through tamarack swamps,
came the bull moose
to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture.

Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware
there was no place left to go, he stood with the cattle.
They, scenting the musk of death, seeing his great head
like the ritual mask of a blood god, moved to the other end
of the field, and waited.

The neighbours heard of it, and by afternoon
cars lined the road. The children teased him
with alder switches and he gazed at them
like an old, tolerant collie. The woman asked
if he could have escaped from a Fair.

The oldest man in the parish remembered seeing
a gelded moose yoked with an ox for plowing.
The young men snickered and tried to pour beer
down his throat, while their girl friends took their pictures.

And the bull moose let them stroke his tick-ravaged flanks,
let them pry open his jaws with bottles, let a giggling girl
plant a little purple cap
of thistles on his head.

When the wardens came, everyone agreed it was a shame
to shoot anything so shaggy and cuddlesome.
He looked like the kind of pet
women put to bed with their sons.

So they held their fire. But just as the sun dropped in the river
the bull moose gathered his strength
like a scaffolded king, straightened and lifted his horns
so that even the wardens backed away as they raised their rifles.

When he roared, people ran to their cars. All the young men
leaned on their automobile horns as he toppled.

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poem by Alden Nowlan
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They Killed Them!

my hero when i was a kid
was Crazy Horse.... they killed him!
my mother wanted me to be
a preacher, so i read about Jesus,
and His life... they killed Him!
when i was nine years old,
and in the fourth grade,
they killed JFK in Dallas....
just before he pulled us
out of the Vietnam lie......

by this time i had questions,
i knew something was wrong....
they went on to kill Martin Luther King,
Robert Kennedy, Malcolm X......
anybody that stood up for
what they believed.....
they killed them!

the fear of ignorant apathy,
the murderer that betrays humanity!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Immortals

I killed them, but they would not die.
Yea! all the day and all the night
For them I could not rest or sleep,
Nor guard from them nor hide in flight.

Then in my agony I turned
And made my hands red in their gore.
In vain - for faster than I slew
They rose more cruel than before.

I killed and killed with slaughter mad;
I killed till all my strength was gone.
And still they rose to torture me,
For Devils only die in fun.

I used to think the Devil hid
In women’s smiles and wine’s carouse.
I called him Satan, Balzebub.
But now I call him, dirty louse.

poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Dream I Killed God

Dream I killed God and woke up
Dream I killed God and woke up
Hes begging please, please, please.
No, dont....
Dream I killed God and woke up
Time dries, time dries my mind
Oh, Ill survive, no one can save us
Talk to myself, talk to my soul
I want you to follow
Yes, follow...
Its only...its only a dream, only
Dream I killed God and woke up
He was lying, bleeding and wishing
Its passing
Its passing
Dream I killed god
Dream I killed god
Is he dead?
And then I dreamt of him

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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All The Love I Ever Had

Key c all the love I ever had written and recorded by hank williams
(c) one time you know I (g7) loved you (c) true,
There was (g7) nothing I wouldnt (c) do,
But you have treated me so (f) bad,
You killed (c) all the (g7) love I ever (c) had.
You leave me alone and run around,
You were the talk of the town,
It made you glad to see me sad,
You killed all the love I ever had.
No one knows the torture I went through,
Loving you and knowing you were untrue,
Its over now and Im so glad,
You killed all the love I ever had.
All these years Ive set and cried,
A thousand times my poor soul died,
You have treated me so bad,
You killed all the love I ever had.

song performed by by Hank Williams
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Winter Fun In Newfoundland

Cross country skiing, spectcular views along the way
Ski-dooing across the country side
A fantastic ride
Ice fishing in the ponds, rivers and bays
An ending to a nice day
Winter camping is such fun
Rabbit stew for everyone
Playing cards with family and friends,
On a cold stormy winter day
Moose hunting in the winter cold
A daring adventure for any soul
Moose steaks frying in the pan
A glass of screech in your hand
I f your lucky, home made beer and moonshine too
Hiking through the park
Breathing in the air so fresh
Walking over the crispy snow
Hearing the crunch as you go
Enjoy a country dance
Where they play a jig two
Indudge in a winter scoff,
With family, friends and visitors too
All this and more,
In Newfoundland and Labrador

poem by Verna Ralph
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Telling The Truth

Telling of Truths
A brown horse galloped across a snowy field at the end
of the pasture a fence, it jumped over and continued its
crazy gallop into the woods only came to a shuddering
halt when it saw a moose. Steaming nostrils, the moose
charged, horse fled deeper into the woods. Where it met
a forest troll who took it into his cave and gave the horse
a bucket of hot chocolate to drink. Since the snow deep
and tiring to sink into when walking, the troll also fitted
the horse with snow shoes; also, the troll had no need of
a horse led it back to its field. When the farmer came to
fetch his horse and saw the snowshoes, he had a nervous
breakdown and sent away to an asylum, where doctors
tried to convince him it was all in his mind. But the farmer
would have none of it. So he is still there and they will not
release him until he agrees with them that a horse wears
iron shoes and not snowshoes.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Intoxicated

Robbed of the soul, live in hell.
Rise above the charred beleaving smell.
Rise above the souls chalky chains.
Give the destiny what its named.
The darkest white brought in death below thats soon to come.
Rise above the dark demons tower.
Your body seized the charge.
Youve killed yourself.
Killed. killed yourself.
Rotting the soul to live. ranting, shes one to give. darkening your soul to wane. ranting, shes soon to gain.
Rotting above the tide. ranting, shes holding time. killing their souls in pain. ranting, shes one to gain.

song performed by by Obituary
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Related quotes

The Moose and the Goose

I Killed The Cat

A Sourdough Story

Stalk Of Wheat

The Swan I Married Became a Moose

Video Killed The Radio Star

Rely on fate

F A M E

Video Killed The Radio Star

Take It Easy

Show Me This!

The Bull Moose

They Killed Them!

The Immortals

Dream I Killed God

All The Love I Ever Had

Winter Fun In Newfoundland

Telling The Truth

Intoxicated

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