No One Here Is A Republican
Anymore, there is poverty aplenty,
We could be drunken poets
On these sweetly-sad wino streets.
Keep my copy of the Wall Street Journal, luv,
No one here is a Republican.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Delicate Beauty
Drunken mystics
Reveal simple truths
Like the fragility
Of child-like hearts;
But if you shun
Broken, street poets
For a penthouse view
And the Arts and Entertainment section
Of the Wall Street Journal,
You will never perceive
The delicate beauty
Of humanity in decline.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Wino
(ronnie van zant - rickey medlocke - allen collins)
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
Times are on his face. blisters on his brain
Wonders whos at fault. knows that hes to blame
Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why
Why some men have made it rich. why some men have cried
Reached out his hand, lord. for a nickel or a dime
Livin every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
I want to help him out with his troubles and woes
I guess hes a happy young man. God in heaven only knows
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Yonder come a man, now this I know
Now you better find some place to go
Yonder come a man to take you downtown
He dont want you hanging around
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Wino Junko
Doctor tom is getting on,
All he does is sign his name.
I get things my brainbox sings,
But Ill go down again.
Play with fire, getting higher,
Higher than a nine foot flame.
My soul is pent and sos the rent,
But Ill go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no
Till you go down again
This and treat you crazy cat,
Flying sideways once again.
Im in a spin it makes me grin,
But Ill go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no
Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down.
Take what I need until I bleed,
People will say Ive gone insane.
Aint scared to die, its such a high,
Till I go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no,
Till you go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no,
Till you go down again.
Wino junko...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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Murdoch paid too much for the Wall Street Journal even when he didn't have any competition.
quote by Sumner Redstone
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Anonymity is the truest expression of altruism.
Eric Gibson in The Wall Street Journal
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The Same Street
Written by don gibson.
I still live on the same street,that we lived on.
The same old street,where memories were made on.
I shouldnt stay,why dont I go? .
Each day hurts a little more.
It wont be the same street anymore, since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.
Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.
See all familiar places, where we talked before.
But I cant run,from memories.
Theyre mine and they belong to me.
It wont be the same street anymore.since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I have never found, in a long experience of politics, that criticism is ever inhibited by ignorance.
Harold MacMillan in Wall Street Journal (13 August 1963)
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In the absences of a decent time machine, fiction remains the most sturdy vehicle for visiting other eras.
Tom Nolan in The Wall Street Journal
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In a polling conducted by the Wall Street Journal, 11 out of 12 Americans said they oppose the taking of private property, even if it is for public economic good.
0273 Something A Song Sing Cummings
if loveliness
says sweetly Yes
says who poets’
poetness?
worthwords,
spearshake,
art forsaken art
a now world,
with here you,
in our all,
whose heart?
if loveliness
says sweetly Yes
says who poets’
poetness?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I actually think most people don't want Google to answer their questions; they want Google to tell them what they should be doing next.
Eric Schmidt in interviewed by The Wall Street Journal (14 August 2010)
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The Wino And I Know
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Lovers
Once they were lovers but now theyre not friends
Shes found another and he says its the end
To think they once tore down a wall for a door
But now they dont speak anymore
So he walks the streets, the few nights he can stand
Drinking her memory away when he can
Friends once would reach out to them from the shore
But now they dont cry anymore
How does it all come to happen
Thats not what loving is for
And if I thought it was,i would leave here in the morning
Id sooner sleep on the floor
Oh when will we learn really what loving is
Its not what you get in return but what you give
To think they once tore down a wall for a door
But now they dont speak anymore
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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The Ballad Of Ira Hayes
Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young indian you should remember well
From the tribe of pima indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the phoenix valley in arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed
Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed
Now iras folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds
But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white mans greed
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
They started up iwo jima hill, 250 men
But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again
And when the fight was over and the old glory raised
One of the men who held it high was the indian ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
Now ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land
He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand
But he was just a pima indian, no money crops, no chance
And at home nobody cared what ira had done and the wind did the indians
Dance
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
And ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag there and lower it like youd throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, but his land is still as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died
Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war
Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore
Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Lovers
(mickey newbury)
Once they were lovers but now theyre not friends
Shes found another--he says its the end
To think they once tore down the wall for a door
But now they dont speak anymore
So he walks the streets--the few nights he can stand
Drinking her memory away when he can
Friends once would reach out to them from the shore
But now they dont cry anymore
How does it all come to happen
Thats not what loving is for
And if I thought it was, Id leave here in the morning
Id sooner sleep on the floor
Oh when will we learn really what loving is
Its not what you get in return but what you give
To think they once tore down the wall for a door
But now they dont speak anymore
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
At the beginning of age
When God made men in his own image
He started this “Plagiarist” trend
Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
(This poem is a sequel to poem, “hay all you people that like to copy” written by Melissa Schreuder)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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The Wino & I Know
By: jimmy buffett
1974
The ice cream man hes a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by hank snow
Walks down the street, shufflin his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And Ive seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a bourbon street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Coffee is strong at the cafe du monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat til I eat way too much
cause Im livin on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
Im just tryin to get by bein quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin and shove
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Sweet senorita wont you please come with me
Back to the island honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Yes its a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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On Yonge Street
See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
On the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Longest street in the world they say
Summertime soon slips away
I hope Ill see you one fine day on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Back there in the flow you may give a hand a shake
Everyone you pass seems to wanna say hello
Even late at night on the freshly fallen snow
See the children jumpin all around
See the parents looking up and down
Upon the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Its a mean street if you choose
Its a lean street when you lose
An in-between street when you cruise on yonge street
Everywhere you go in a city by the lake
Youll be sure and find its a case of give and take
Everyone you pass seems to want to say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
Its the longest street in the world
With the most feet in the world
Another street where boy meets girl on yonge street
See the people walkin up and down
See the people movin all around
Those are the streets of my hometown on yonge street
Everywhere you walk people almost say hello
Even late at night when the streets are all aglow
On yonge street
On yonge street
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Strange Avenues
Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction
And everywhere is main street in the winter sun.
The wino sleeps --- cold coat lined with he money section.
Looking like a a record cover from 1971.
And here am I --- warm feet and a limo waiting.
Shall I make us both feel good? and would a dollar do?
But in your streets, I have no credit rating
And it might not take a lot to be alone just like you.
Heading up and out now, from your rock island.
Really good to have had you here with me.
And somewhere in the crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper
''are you ever lonely, just like me?
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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