The Goat And I
Each sunny day upon my way
A goat I pass;
He has a beard of silver grey,
A bell of brass.
And all the while I am in sight
He seems to muse,
And stares at me with all his might
And chews and chews.
Upon the hill so thymy sweet
With joy of Spring,
He hails me with a tiny bleat
Of welcoming.
Though half the globe is drenched with blood
And cities flare,
Contentedly he chews the cud
And does not care.
Oh gentle friend, I know not what
Your age may be,
But of my years I'd give the lot
Yet left to me,
To chew a thistle and not choke,
But bright of eye
Gaze at the old world-weary bloke
Who hobbles by.
Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
About a goat.
poem by Robert William Service
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXVII: Portion
there's man who gets big portion
then eats it without thinking
there's man who chews it slowly
and manage himself with that portion
there's man who wastes his portion
or saves for someone
but there's man who keeps it for himself
and with greedy heart wanting more
there's man who gets small portion
then eats it with pleasure
there's man who chews it slowly
and try to satisfy himself with that portion
there's man who doesn't touch it
so the others can taste it
but there's man who empties it
and without ashamed keep asking more
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Goat Hill
Goat Hill
Walking out the door that man told me to go to hell
My son asked mommy where’s Goat Hill
I said I don’t know son it must be through the valley
My son said mommy lets go there
Up to goat hill
I bet it’s on top of the mountain
I bet there is waterfalls, birds, trees, pretty flowers for all the butterflies and honey bees
I said son if we could I’m sure we would
Most definitely go up to goat hill
I’m not ever going to take you where that man said to go
That place is an internal melting pot
And its way to hot
There’s no mountains with snow on top
No waterfalls trees birds butterflies or honey bees in the place that man said to go
Son I know you are good
Some day together I believe we will find the place called Goat Hill
You found somewhere in your mind
Where life is gentle and Kind
Everyday and every night all the time
Son I bet up on Goat Hill we will only see Gods will being done by the Father and the Son
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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I Met My Girl On The Other End Of My Penny Chew (Fun Poem 19)
Well, there I was in the candy store,
choosing my candy from the counter.
In she walked wings on her feet,
and her head, way up in the clouds.
I grabbed up a penny chew,
before I could even get the wrapper off,
she was on the other end of it.
I looked down my nose;
all I could see were teeth,
and two big eyeballs looking at me.
Well, there I was looking at what I had hooked,
the fish kept wriggling in front of me.
When along she came bold as brass,
and stood right there beside me.
I grabbed up a penny chew,
before I could even get the wrapper off,
she was on the other end of it.
I looked down my nose;
all I could see were teeth,
and two big eyeballs looking at me.
Well, I had had enough by now,
so I asked her to marry me.
Those big eyeballs rolled around,
and the teeth said, “Yes please.”
So here we are on our wedding night,
all tucked up in bed and I looked,
not a penny chew in sight.
I said, “No penny chews, my dear? ”
“I don’t believe it! Our wedding night and all he wants is a penny chew! ”
poem by David Harris
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The world to humans
The child takes the world as a
Sweetmeat in its mouth,
Chews and digest it while it grows
And as old, finds the world as filthy
Lump in its anus.
The world is not dear
To the departing souls.
19.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Fairy Clock
Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!
Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?
Tell me when the sun will set--tiny globe of silver-grey.
It has been so glad a world since the coming of the morn,
Oft I wondered when I met any souls who seemed forlorn--
And I scarce gave heed to those who were old or travel worn.
Mayhap I have loved too well the merry fleeting things;
Run too lightly with the wind--chased too many shining wings;
Thought too seldom of the night, and the silence that it brings.
Well I fear me I have been but an idler in the sun--
All unfinished are the tasks long and long ago begun--
In the dark perchance they weep, who have left their work undone.
And I know each black-frocked friar preacheth sermons that, alas!
Fain would halt the dancing feet of those careless ones who pass
Down a sweet and primrose path, through the ribbons of the grass.
Silver-clock! O Silver-clock! It was only yesterday
Dandelions flecked the field, starry bright, and gold and gay;
You are but the ghost of one--little globe of silver-grey!
Tell me--tell me of the hour--for there is so much to do!
Is it early? Is it late? Fairy clock! 0 tell me true,
As I blow you down the wind, out upon a road of blue.
poem by Virna Sheard
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Chews You Up, Spits You Out
Album: One-Armed Bandit
Track: 03
Whats a friend supposed to do
When youre down
and you know
theres no love anymore
yes I know
that the truth will not come true?
unless the stars will not shine anymore
yes I know
Whats a friend supposed to do
When youre down
and you know
theres no love anymore
yes I know
that the truth will not come true
unless the stars will not shine anymore
yes I know
It chews you up, it spits you out
and its worse than razerblades in your mouth
it turns you inside out
It chews you up, it spits you out
and its worse than razerblades in your mouth
it turns your world upside down
For my tears and for my glory
For the persons who ignore it
I must warn you to be sure
your love is real
for my tears and for my glory
for the persons who ignore it
I must warn you to be sure
Your love is real
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
song performed by by Zornik
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Never slap a man who chews tobacco.
quote by Willard Scott
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Pan
1.
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
This modern world is grey and old,
And what remains to us of thee?
No more the shepherd lads in glee
Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Nor through the laurels can one see
Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold,
And what remains to us of thee?
And dull and dead our Thames would be,
For here the winds are chill and cold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Then keep the tomb of Helice,
Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,
And what remains to us of thee?
Though many an unsung elegy
Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Ah, what remains to us of thee?
2.
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,
Thy satyrs and their wanton play,
This modern world hath need of thee.
No nymph of Faun indeed have we,
For Faun and nymph are old and grey,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This is the land where liberty
Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,
This modern world hath need of thee!
A land of ancient chivalry
Where gentle Sidney saw the day,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady.
This fierce sea-lion of the sea,
This England lacks some stronger lay,
This modern world hath need of thee!
Then blow some trumpet loud and free,
And give thine oaten pipe away,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This modern world hath need of thee!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Double Villanelle
I.
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
This modern world is grey and old,
And what remains to us of thee?
No more the shepherd lads in glee
Throw apples at thy wattled fold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Nor through the laurels can one see
Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold
And what remains to us of thee?
And dull and dead our Thames would be,
For here the winds are chill and cold,
O goat-loot God of Arcady!
Then keep the tomb of Helice,
Thine olive-woods, thy vine-clad wold,
And what remains to us of thee?
Though many an unsung elegy
Sleeps in the reeds our rivers hold,
O goat-foot God of Arcady!
Ah, what remains to us of thee?
II.
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady,
Thy satyrs and their wanton play,
This modern world hath need of thee.
No nymph or Faun indeed have we,
For Faun and nymph are old and grey,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This is the land where liberty
Lit grave-browed Milton on his way,
This modern world hath need of thee!
A land of ancient chivalry
Where gentle Sidney saw the day,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This fierce sea-lion of the sea,
This England lacks some stronger lay,
This modern world hath need of thee!
Then blow some trumpet loud and free,
And give thine oaten pipe away,
Ah, leave the hills of Arcady!
This modern world hath need of thee!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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He who chews two bones at the same time will surely bite his tongue.
Child chews on duvet
Ciggy smoke from living room
Hysterical voices.
quote by by Oskar Hansen
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If you see the picture when things get exciting, he chews faster. When he really gets shocked, everything stops, including the chewing. So I worked it in for me.
quote by Rod Steiger
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Harlem Palimpsest - What Is Seen And Overheard At Six A.M., West 142nd Street, August 1984
.
for Wonsook Kim
Palimpsest =
1: writing material (as a parchment or tablet) used one or more times after earlier writing has been erased
2: something having usually diverse layers or aspects apparent beneath the surface
Latin palimpsestus, from Greek palimpsē stos scraped again,
from palin + psē n to rub, scrape; akin to Sanskrit psā ti, babhasti
he chews
'Oye! Garcia Lorca who chews still
Harlem's the better for your shade
once and still there'
Old women
lean out windows
swaying between
backyard buildings
old clothes lines,
gray string
thin
thin
'What's will when
the window slams shut?
Just old cake thrown on the street
Purple flower boxes
woman's hands
folding letters
sweet soap smells
on top steps
wet shoes full of wind
Overheard:
'Just catching a cool breeze is all.
Street don't belong to me...'
'She may be crazy but she's polite.
She puts her hand over her mouth
when she coughs...'
'Don't be flattered a
breeze blows in your window
Run! Run like hell'
Shouts overhead:
Keep offa my clean floor
Lay outta my porcelain sink
Ya hear me? !
That mirror's not gonna change your face
What is read:
'After so very many years, it's pointless to
look back on it.
Give this looking back a rest!
A clear breeze the world over
-what limit could it have? '
- Setcho, zen master & poet
What is written in response:
In ice streaks upward
here's breath for you
even this ink on paper
this flesh on mind
this writing on air
Why try be happy/sad?
don't affect it
disinfect your mind
play possum
Who's somebody's darlin'?
Jus' time and
gism taken on flesh
dead soon enough
so pace yourself
You've run backward too long
Don't want it
as does the
dirty river
reflecting
without
acknowledgment
poem by Warren Falcon
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The Poet As A Thief
the poet travels from one stanza
to another
he utters the syllables like he chews
a bubble gum and then he puts
air and makes those
films and rainbows in the air
like a thief he is amazed by all these wonders
he takes some and discards some
and slowly he builds his own
bubble on top of another
he sees his face constructed from their own
and he feels this elation
i am from you and you and you
and you cannot deny me too
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Believe In Laughter, Do You?
since when have i seen you laughing?
twelve years ago?
really? you don't believe in laughter
anymore. I will take you to places
where laughters are planted
and grown. A stroll at the park
seeds of laughter are sown
by all the children. They run
without direction. Life is a
play, a game. Life is not
a thinking, but a mere
being there. I will take you
to these fancy restaurants.
See the lovey-dovey teeners
over there? They are engaged
in whispers-at-nothing really.
Cheek to cheek. The guy is
handing a spoonful of macaroni
to the girl. And the girl chews.
And the guy takes a glass
of coke, so she does not choke.
Laughters are made here.
And they are everywhere.
Do not follow them home.
You may not find the laughter
anymore in their own
lonely rooms.
Why should our room be
devoid of laughter?
Let me make them
for you. I start with a can.
I will open it. Don't look at me.
Do i look like a guilty
jilted lover?
Now you are laughing.
I told you. It is true.
That affair is over.
We start anew. This
canned laughter. Try it.
For once. Please.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time Has a 'Thing' About What It Does
Well...
Time has a 'thing' about what it does.
It doesn't stop, look around, wait
Or...regurgitate!
It just chews on,
And eating up...
What we think can be put off,
Until we are ready to take a bite!
It just doesn't care what we do or do not like.
It is going to take what we have,
And some!
Leaving you with preferences and decisions...
That makes little difference to time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayer at Dinner
dinner was an examination
with little talk. each dish
a memory, forced together,
holding on to the plate
with butter and sugar
dad sips dark beer from bottles.
mom washes cake down the drain.
brothers smoke pot out of sight.
a dog chews on golf shoes.
a family above the mantle smiles
sitting in the backyard grass
the sun shining from behind them
a different dog, now dead, behaving.
thoughts of 'what should be said,
that hasn't been said (or can't be said) ? '
and always the tapping feet,
running wild under the table
nudging the languid dog,
worried at the time they pass.
The Coolun
Come with me, under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat,
Or wine, if it be thy will;
And we will talk until
Talk is a truble, too,
Out in the side of the hill,
And nothing is left to do,
But an eye to look into an eye
And a hand in a hand to slip,
And a sigh to answer a sigh,
And a lip to find out a lip:
What if the night be black
And the air on the mountain chill,
Where the goat lies down in her track
And all but the fern is still!
Stay with me under my coat,
And we will drink our fill
Of the milk of the white goat
Out on the side of the hill.
poem by James Stephens
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Roxee And El Duque
Roxee and El Duque are like cute stuffed toys,
Roxee is the girl and El Duque is the boy.
Roxee is the trouble maker for she eats a whole bag of chews,
Nancy calls her a cute nickname, it’s Roxee Poo.
Roxee is half Maltese and also half Havanese,
she got away with eating a ball from the Christmas tree.
Luckily the vet gave her a chew that would clear out her tummy,
I heard it worked like magic even though it wasn’t yummy.
Roxee’s brother is a barker whose eyes hide behind his hair,
he is from Havana Cuba where cigar smoke fills the air.
He will bark when he meets you hopefully you don’t care,
Roxee you can pet her she’ll be standing right there.
El Duque has a cousin who was in a dog show,
he won a ribbon which is nice to know.
Now Scott made Roxee and El Duque a fun dog blog,
I will put their poem up on a blog entitled Dragonchester Dogs.
So if you see Roxee and El Duque standing side by side,
come up and pet them, they are really not that shy.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 6,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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