Cook
Farmer, s hands produce grains,
cook, s hands make it food;
Art of delivering delectableness
that can drive the mood.
Delighting the souls through
his talent of preparing dishes;
by ingredients, proportion, heat,
process and his creativeness.
A painter of savour, painting
luscious picture with zeal,
Tongues see panoramic view
of taste, hearts pleased to feel.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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These Hands
Given by God -are these hands!
One can do many things -with these hands
With love one can help a strangers' hands-
Allay and comfort the elders' gnarled hands
Clean sweep and mop with these hands
Decorate and embellish with these hands
Cook and serve food to all with these hands
Clasp a loved one with these hands
Applaud one with pleasure with these hands
Dig the soil and form a garden with these hands
Hold a book to read with these hands
Write and post a card with these hands
Type a poem to cheer someone with these hands
Draw a picture and sew clothes with these hands
Paint a beautiful scene to amuse with these hands
Play a game of volley ball or cricket with these hands
Swim the waters and row a boat with these hands
Pick the harvests and fruits with these hands
Feed the animals and birds with these hands
Seek the warmth of dear ones with these hands
Feel the soft petals of a flower with these hands
Fold the palms to pray with these hands
Given by God - are these hands!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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My life right now is, I wouldn't say reduced to food, but my duties in life are that I wake up, cook breakfast, clean the dishes, prepare lunch, clean those dishes, go to the market, get fresh produce, cook dinner, clean those dishes and then sleep if I can. And I love it. I actually adore it.
quote by Heath Ledger
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God Has Given
God has given water to drink
If any one sinks what to do?
God has given land
To grow the crop
If don’t dropp seed what to do?
God has given fire
To cook your feast
If burn in heat what to do?
God has given wood
To make the shelter good
If don’t have mood what to do?
God has given sun
To make the world bright
If don’t want light what to do?
God has given brain
To train the life
If drain the ideals what to do?
(c) S.D. Tiwari
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To have a feel of my food
To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor
Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine
We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning
We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cooking and taste
eating the same tasteless dinner at the only diner
the umpteenth time, a thought came to my mind
am i a guinea pig or one of its kind
or was there a conspiracy behind
has my taste buds gone out of date
why is all so tasteless, that is the food i ate
i dared to ask the manager why the taste is so bad
bang came a caustic reply, this is by the best cook he ever had
(insinuating a problem not with his cook but with my taste)
well then it has to be my taste buds i thought
directing all my efforts to the food i had bought
then came storming, the savior, inside the hall
in his hand was the same food for which i have taken the fall
indignanlty he shouted at the manager
this food is so bad that even his dog had refused to had
hell i thought even the dog has a better taste
why, why am i such a waste
the dog in me forced me to start cooking that very day
the dog in me does sometimes refuses to eat what i cook
the human in me requests him to hav another look
for, when people are struggling for one square meal a day
how can i keep the food i cooked at bay,
hence i eat, taste or no taste, everything i cook, every day.
The Rich
A night watchman; the rich man keeps
So that he can have a sound sleep
The richman spends sleepless night
The watchman has sleep in his eyes.
Servant places delicious and rich food
but there is no time to eat
Doctor advised to leave delectableness
to be healthy and keep fit.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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I saw the heaven
Last night I slept, was drowned in dream
Angels came, played and danced with me.
A child angel wanted to take me together
But senior angels refused to accept his prayer.
Lastly, they agreed to take me for a day
Saying after visiting heaven, at once go back.
On the way, first door came was of the hell
Show me this also, with curiosity I did tell.
There, on a big table, kept variety of dishes
Inter continental, Indian and delicious fishes.
People sitting around, tied with long spoons
So long in both hands taking away the boon.
No one could eat, hands going here and there
Food was spread on table, floor, everywhere.
Kingdom of flies and germs was spread over
Anarchy, disorder, battle for food was to hover.
Habitats of Hell fighting and hurting each other
Snatching food as have been starving for ever
No one could eat properly, remained hungry
It’s a madhouse planet, for the reasons sundry.
In act of selfishness they were doing more sin
Terrified by demons and Devil was punishing.
Now I shall take you to heaven, the angel said
We reached the heaven that was just ahead.
In heaven also variety of dishes on a big table
People had their hands tied with long ladle
But there was, I noticed the scene different
Habitats not giving themselves any preference.
They had made a system instead of himself
Each member was feeding some one else
Orderly system kept, place was nice and neat
It was amazing every one was able to eat.
By co-operation they easily fulfilled their needs
Happy angels helped and hopped for their deeds
No fight, no battle and no hotchpotch situation
Every one was enjoying, in the God’s heaven.
(C) S.D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Life Is Like A Painting
Life is like a painter
Who paints a beautiful picture
Of a mother who showers her baby
Colors of water steadily
Flowing onto the child’s body
With his eyes wide open
Looking so vibrant
And hoping
He would not be drowned
By his mother
Only the painter
Could change all the factors
The mother let loose
And the baby goes dozing
Articulation of living perfectly
Events were created chromatically
Surpassing all anticipations
Exceeding all expectations
Blanketing all cloudy minds
To live with honor
Or to live with disgrace
In a life out of place
Exaggeration could be the word
But, as a painter
We paint our picture
The picture is premature
Success, failure and glory
Could be your history
Don’t call it quit
When you have succeeded
Look at the painting
The stroke of living
Is in your hands
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Feeding The Chickens
the grains in your hands
you spread them on the ground
chickens come near you
making you feel like you are the
United States of America
and they are the countries that depend on you
those third world bastards
those colonies, those developing ones
the grains become your bombs
under your keeping
you think you are the only one who has that sole
divine right to keep these grains (yes the bombs)
inside your hands
Holy cow! Who are you? Who are YOU!
(repeat the question 10x)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words As a Salad
Think of my words as a salad.
Sometimes it may nourish...
And sometimes it's not wanted,
Or thought to be valid.
I offer a taste of variety.
I don't expect everything sampled,
To have everyone leave pleased!
I'm a gourmet of sorts one might say.
Not a specialist of one dish...
But a cook of assortments on display.
If something is nibbled,
And the bite is not right...
That is the way I feel,
With my changing appetite!
When I prepare and complete a thought,
Sometimes it is revised...
To surprise,
And compliment others previously brought!
But if a word or two offends a point of view...
I'm not expecting you to sit,
In discomfort as you chew.
Unless something digested,
Adds meaning to your purpose.
As it did for me,
Before I exposed it to you...
Hoping you add dressing,
Delighting while you slurp it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artiste
If I were a painter!
I would paint a picture of you,
If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
If I were an author!
I would write a story of love,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were a painter!
I would paint a picture of you,
I brush your hair,
with gentle strokes,
with a touch of brown,
and of you on your bed.
I'll make you blush and glow,
With a single stroke I can
make you smile again,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
I would write the words,
to tell you how I feel,
And maybe make this real,
But I am only me
as you can see.
If I were an author!
I would write a story of love,
a love that would bind
our two hearts,
write words of love for your voice,
as I let it wash over me,
of kissing your lips and the taste of you,
But I am only me,
as you can see.
RG/RR
poem by Robert Green
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This Process
This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.
This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.
This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.
This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.
This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Painter Man
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had its day
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Did adverts for t.v.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Love Money!
Love money!
Love wealth!
Love property and all her riches!
Love money
For she competes her lovers!
Love money
For she has lovers in most!
Love money
For she-as seems-is quite virgin!
Love money
For she will make you quite mad
Like a true love
She'll make you feel all sad!
You shall be all sleep devoid
Nor have rest at day nor night.
She'll steal you from your company
She'll make you feel all lonely,
She'll demand you devote her solely
And shall make you think her only.
Love money
And be a crazy notion
To quit all bonds of love and relation.
She has a tongue of enthralling voice
That reigns your being
So well and wise.
She'll win your heart, your love
She'll give you-
You will see-her being in 'turn.
Her being-for a bed of roses
Her breast-for a pillow
For all luxuries.
Now you are hers
Hers in all,
Now she'll stand you
In a unique state of notion
With hands blood-stained
Bloodshed of relations.
She'll serve you a meal in unique
Your flesh for food
Your blood for drink.
Now you have your eyes bloodshot
Your heart all mettled
Your hands all daggered
You and you and you all alone
A reward for all your devotion
For your love
For all your beloved Relation!
Vivek Tiwari
18/11/2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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The Reformers, therefore, as instruments in the hands of God, in delivering the Church from bondage to prelates, did not make it a tumultuous multitude, in which every man was a law to himself, free to believe, and free to do what he pleased.
quote by Charles Hodge
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All Night Long (feat. Faith Evans )
We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do
All night long
Happy days are here
So leave your cares behind
Just relax your mind
It's so easy to do it
Just enjoy yourself
If the feeling's right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight
Everything's alright
Ain't nothin' but a party
We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do
All night long
Get up on the floor
Don't worry 'bout a thing
The rhythm's got you now
So come on, get into it
Just enjoy yourself
If the feeling's right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight
Everything's alright
Ain't nothin' but a party
We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do
All night long
Have a good time (uh huh)
Lay back, relax (free)
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you
Puff Daddy:
If it's a hit then I musta did it
If it's not then I wasn't with it
Bad Boy stay committed
Whether hip-hop or R&B
Featuring Faith Evans, co-starring me -- P. Diddy
You know I got the key to your city
Unlock the door, rock some more
Beats we lace, Bad Boy heats the place
We run R&B too cause we Keep the Faith
Givin' the streets a taste
Blaze the charts (Faith: I remember...)
In case you forgot, First Lady be makin' it hot
Ain't nobody takin the spot
Now Faith instead of pain
Comin' through with a better grain
In the dash, cell phone better range
Get the cash, stack paper for the whole four quarters
Man some things never chance, you feel me?
Let's make 'em dance
We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do
All night long
Have a good time (have a)
Lay back, relax (free)
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you
We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do
All night long
song performed by by Puff Daddy
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Old Hands And Old Eyes....
old hands unbutton
the blouse of the day.
old hands make coffee,
open the dusty blinds.
old hands wash a few dishes,
make breakfast for the dogs...
old hands feed the stray cat,
make toast and wait.
old eyes caress the sunlight
as if an old friend.
old eyes see the work,
yet stop, to touch the morning.
old eyes kiss the trees,
the squirrels, and distant mountains.
old eyes ache with longing,
and amazement.
old hands and old eyes
begin the journey anew.
listening intently for the footfall,
for another candle, a hoe.
for the scent of nearness,
perhaps only remembered.
old hands and old eyes,
take the plow, the hammer,
and the nails....
old hands and old eyes,
waiting for love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crash
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
I wander round the room and I'm getting things ready
I picture you driving, just like Mario Andretti
I got the cush, Kettle One, waiting for your engine
Your Grand Prix attention, it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn
I see you left your blinker on
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (a-oh, a-oh)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Driving fast in your car
I've got you tracked on my radar, oh
It's just such a trip, how you're still my speed racer
You got me so addicted, just like a free-baser
I want you all over me like L.A.M.B.
So get here A.S.A.P., it's gonna be a party
Don't forget to make a U-turn (don't forget to get here)
I see you left your blinker on (you see, I want to get it on)
I got it rolled and ready here to burn
Meet me back at home (you know you need me so come back)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
[2x]
Now you know you're qualified
You're in the pole position
Put it in first gear, step on the pedal and drive fast
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Back it up, back it up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
You got it, you got it
(I'm ready for you)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(Me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
(Don't make me wait too long)
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car
(For me and you boo)
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard
Come on baby, please hurry up, you know I'm waiting for you
[4x]
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Born Under Punches
Take a look at these hands.
Take a look at these hands.
The hand speaks. the hand of a government man.
Well Im a tumbler. born under punches.
Im so thin.
All I want is to breathe Im too thin
Wont you breathe with me?
Find a little space, so we can move in-between in-between it
And keep on step ahead, of yourself.
Dont you miss it, dont you miss it.
Some a you people just about missed it!
Last time to make plans!
Well Im a tumbler...
Im a government man.
Never seen anything like that before
Falling bodies tuble cross the floor well Im a tumbler!
When you get to where you wanna be thank you! thank you!
When you get to where you wanna be dont even mention it!
Take a look at these hands. theyre passing in-between us.
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands. you dont have to mention it.
No thanks. Im a government man.
And the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...where the hand has been...and the heat goes
On...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes
On...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes
On...where the hand has been...and the heat goes on...and the heat
Goes on...
Im not a drowning man!
And Im not a burning building! (Im a tumbler!)
Drowning cannot hurt a man!
Fire cannot hurt a man. (not the government man.)
All I want is to breathe thank you. thank you
Wont you breathe with me?
Find a little space...so we move in-between Im so thin
And keep one step ahead of yourself. Im catching up with myself
All I want it to breathe
Wont you breathe with me hands of a government man
Find a little space so we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself. dont you miss it! dont you
Miss it!
And the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...
And the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes on...
Where the hands has been...and the heat goes on...and the heat goes
On...and the heat goes on...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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