Toss The Coin
On a bus ride home
Or down a grocery store aisle,
You might meet
The most enticing lover
Of your transient life
Or encounter the hands
That will grip your throat
And extinguish your existence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Dime Store Lover
Pulled into town just to check out the sites
Chantilly lace was head to toe in these tights
I smell that perfume now here she come again
I cant believe this chick and a check out that grin
The way that you come yeah the way that you drool
Dont give me no nevermind I aint yesterdays fool
You buzzin round my hive some and reek of self conceit
Rubbin up and down my leg like a dog in heat
Youre a dime store lover
A dime store lover
Just a back page cover
Yeah a dime store lover....
Now some object when I throw down my cool
But Im judge and jury so uh... objection overuled
She did her best just to put on the charm
She said I dare you, I said twist my arm
Donnez-moi un break honey then I paid the cheque
To some psycho chick whos talkin out the side of her neck
I...i...i tipped my hat, she winked her scandle eyes
And cracked a smile - I was mofo suprised
Shes a dime store lover
A dime store lover
Yea a back seat shover
Just a dime store lover....
We was rollin round and round and round
Chantilly took my breath away
Yeah when push came to shove
She gave me all the love
That she was savin for a rainy day
We was rollin round and round and round
Chantilly was my cream brule
I was ooh and ahh, she was ooh la' la'
Un do me baby....
We did the wild thing, it was good stuff cheap
She made some promises she couldnt keep
I think Im fallin for this dime store lover
Cant help it yeah I just got to have it
Youre a dime store lover
A dime store lover
Just a back page cover
Yeah a dime store lover....
song performed by by Aerosmith
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People aren't just paying more to fill their gas tanks or when they pay for their heating bills for their home; they are paying more at the grocery store, on air travel and for many other daily expenses.
quote by Dan Lipinski
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Peanut Butter Conspiracy
By: jimmy buffett
1973
Lookin back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin in a dive for twenty six dollars
Spendin it all on grass
We were hungry hard-luck heroes
Tryin just to stay alive
Wed go down to the corner grocery
This is how wed survive
Chorus:
Whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch that big round mirror
And Id fill up my coat
Then wed head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer
Into the car, got to make it on home
Suppertimes getting near
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
Never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
I guess every good picker has had some hard times
I sure had my share
Its really kinda funny to laugh at em now
But I dont want to go back there
So every now and then when Im in the grocery
Ill take a little but not much
cause you never know when those hard timesll hitcha
And I dont want to lose my touch
Chorus:
So whos gonna steal the peanut butter
Ill get the can of sardines
Runnin up and down the aisle of the mini mart
Stickin food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat
There was plenty left on the rack
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir! yes sir!
We would pay the mini mart back
Yes sir, yes sir
We would pay the mini mart back
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Uneasy Curiosity
One particular night
I was drifting like an aimless breeze
And walked into a 24 hour grocery store;
I saw a raven-haired woman
In a long black dress
Purchasing cigarettes and mints.
I failed to speak to her
But was strangely obsessed
By her existence.
Breathing with uneasy curiosity,
I followed her down the summer midnight street
To a dark residence of illicit mystery;
I saw her exchange a secret sign
With a motorcycle hood
With a dragon tattoo
Branded upon his throat.
I also attempted to enter
This foreboding lair
By imitating the secret sign,
But the leather jacket
Attached to the motorcycle
Put a knife to my heart and said,
“There are a lot of ways
To be discovered dead,
Find a different one than this tonight.”
I then journeyed
To the nearest bar
To commiserate with a gentle alcoholic
Who was also taking his time to expire.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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We trust something in a grocery store and assume it's good. We don't learn about the most precious thing in life-the food we put in our body. Educate yourself!
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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Secret Lover
Who you talkin' to baby?
Its been a long, long while
And was she worth it though baby?
Cos she dont got my style
Where you going to lover?
And is she going with you?
Everybodys been clued in
They know what you do.
Wa-Oh, Everybody wants to take a ride
Wa-Oh, But it seems sometimes your on my mind.
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover boy
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover.
Where you runnin' to honey?
I think id like to know
And did you see yourself baby
On my T.V. show?
Did i embarass you honey?
You were my John Doe
It doesnt seem like you loved me
And i dont care to know.
Wa-Oh, Everybody wants to take a ride
Wa-Oh, but it seems sometimes your on my mind.
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover boy
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover.
I want the world
I want the whole world
I want to lock it up all in my pocket
Its my bar of chocolate!
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover boy
Secret lover, Boy, My secret lover.(x2)
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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We consider Christmas as the encounter, the great encounter, the historical encounter, the decisive encounter, between God and mankind. He who has faith knows this truly; let him rejoice.
quote by Pope Paul VI
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Just smile
A smile never cost a dime
a smile is not a crime
Every smile has a rhyme
A smile might take awhile
a smile might be a life style
you might even smile
walking down a grocery aisle
just remember a smile
comes from deep inside
so i think everyone
should be a smile
guide :)
poem by Meghan Andrews
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Teenage Runaway
I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She's pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That's French for Target if you didn't know
now I digress, let's move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would
one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall,
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, as can be,
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret,
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Die to Live
My identity is questioned
My existence is questioned
Questioned to erase me
From this globe forever
By my own creators
My heart beat increased
I am really frightened
Felt lump in throat
I hadn't noticed tears
I looked for a hug
A hug for support
To back my identity
To back my existence
But I have no one
To support with hug
So I'm backing myself
In my well of loneliness
For my own existence
And my perishing image
In hands of a tyrant
I may lose my image
And existence forever
Whatever may happen
I will fight the tyrant
And will die with honor
So at least my name remains
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Teenage Runaway
TEENAGE RUNAWAY
I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would
one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall,
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, as can be,
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret,
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Respect The Earth!
why do we always mistreat
the people who do our farm work?
why would we starve the people
who pick our crops?
why would we deport the only people
who are willing to do the work?
and you wonder why your kids
think that all food comes
from an aisle in the grocery store!
gas prices keep rising,
food prices keep rising...
what happens when the trucking
industry goes down?
what are you going to eat then?
we need to as much as possible
go back to raising our food.
at the very least support
your local farmers...
no GM seeds!
do it the old way, the right way.
pay your farm workers,
pay them well!
get out and do the work yourself!
stop the dependency on a failing system!
let the people who want to work, work!
respect the earth, and it will respect us!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Vow of a Wedding ring
Is this the way it should be
Endless horizon of distance
With a Love armored by faith
Yet dropped the sword of chance
Confused of how we broke
The oath of Love eternal
And no word has been told
Why Love should lost forever
And now you're there
In the aisle of roses
Walking like an angel
In a wedding dress
With a smile like fist
That pound my chest
As you're hands and hands
With someone else
Hands and hands
Now you're with him
For now you're mine
Just in my dreams
Too afraid of what I feel
For our last would be
Just an inches near
And now all i have
Are tears and sigh
As i watch you walk
Along the aisle
A silent cry is all I can
To let you march
In a Wedding hymn
To let you take the vow
Of a wedding ring
poem by Mycris Macapia
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Tough Hands, Tender Heart
My Granddad's hands were somewhat huge;
You might say that they had been well used;
Working in coal mines all his life was tough;
So his hands had become callused and rough;
The first time you notice him you would stare;
You'd get the impression of him being a bear;
Strong grip; that of a sound able-bodied mans;
Time progressing forward wrinkled his hands;
Always vigorously working with enough to do;
If needed he would repeatedly find time for you;
He was a man paying attention with a lot of care;
When he rested his hands were folded in prayer;
If he called you without getting an answer quick;
His clearing his throat would always did the trick;
Walking he had my hand in one the other a tea cup;
My juvenile hand in his was gently swallowed up;
Hands tough, yet comfortable for the most part;
One thing for sure he had a really tender heart;
His warm and cozy hands left me feeling at peace;
Walking with him all my hurt would soon release;
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Nobody Loves Us
Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound
And we just cant wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake
All in all, imagine this :
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich wed be if we didnt think
Life could improve
And we just cant wait to make more mistakes
And we just cant wait till the whole thing blows up in our face
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
And we just cant stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress wont make much difference to us
Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless
But were all yours
song performed by by Morrissey
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Eldad
Fauna and Flora,
Build up your dreams and never give up;
And like the unleavened wafers spread with oil,
But, do no wander like shepherds on the top of the hills.
Yahweh allows cetain things to occur in our lives,
And of the protection that he has for us;
But all males must be circumcised in order to keep the law,
And like the joy of your music in the land of the living.
I was full when i left home but, i came back empty!
And while the girls were dancing,
Each man caught one of them and carried her off to be his wife;
But my joy is to meet you once again in the land of your muse.
To be raised up as a servant and to serve many people,
But the negative spirit came up and fought with me! !
So write down your poetry so that i may read them;
For out of the eater came out something sweet.
Why do you ask of my name when, you've already seen it?
However, i am very wonderful and i am a lover;
But, my name so sweet to your ears is Eldad,
And you will bewail your virginity on this hills when the time comes.
This voice is like the voice of my lover!
But the touch of your hands are like the hands of one who is at peace;
And like your life in the Valley of Lebanon,
However, come to me and i will teach you more about life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Son and Sun
The sun, oh how it does shine brightly.
The Son, how bravely he stands alone.
The Son, oh how he touch life lightly.
The sun, how it does bring us home.
Glide home sun, glide home.
Ride home Son, ride home.
poem by Anthony O'Connor
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A Love Story
it came, and i was blinded
with so much lovely light,
when i was already bound
to the bonds of matrimony,
but i want it, and i call it a new
home, but i do not want to
destroy an old home, where
i have invested so much of
myself, where pain and
pleasure mated, but this
is a very nice feeling, taking
me back to an age of sixteen,
i whistle the tune of a lover
like a bird on a tryst somewhere
in a forest tree, where there is
complete secrecy, this is it,
another form of love, another
encounter, back to a new line,
i am myself again, full of life,
but retaining a duality of
two homes, old and new,
in one self, with you with her
with us: trois!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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