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An Enigma

A needle, small as small can be,
In bulk and use surpasses me,
Nor is my purchase dear;
For little, and almost for nought
As many of my kind are bought
As days are in the year.

Yet though but little use we boast,
And are procured at little cost,
The labour is not light;
Nor few artificers it asks,
All skilful in their several tasks,
To fashion us aright,

One fuses metal o’er the fire,
A second draws it into wire,
The shears another plies;
Who clips in length the brazen thread
From him who, chafing every shred,
Gives all an equal size.

A fifth prepares, exact and round,
The knob with which it must be crown’d;
His follower makes it fast;
And with his mallet and his file
To shape the point, employs awhile
The seventh and the last.

Now, therefore, Œdipus! declare
What creature, wonderful, and rare,
A process that obtains
Its purpose with so much ado
At last produces!—tell me true,
And take me for your pains!

poem by William Cowper
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Dedicated Follower Of Fashion

They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

song performed by by Kinks
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Sonnet: The Drumstick-Tree’s Growth

Look how the drumstick grows in length each day!
It goes so fast as if our eyes can know;
The fruit though small, grows long in Nature’s way,
And in a few days time, ’tis stick-like, oh!

Incredible it looks when fully grown,
From such a small flower, its present size;
God’s marvel makes man appear like a clown,
And yet, man will not agree God is wise.

The bees and butterflies too play their role;
Seeking nectar, they transfer pollen grains;
What umptine fruits cover the tree-like pole!
The lengthy fruits hang down like giant canes!

The drumstick tree shows God’s work at its best;
How much more wonderful, He’s done the rest!

poem by John Celes
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At The Front Row

What is after the sixth number
Surpasses the seventh number
He who must lick the honey in the rock
Must care less on the fate of the axe

Many request to be made kings
They like the garments of kings
They want to be called his majesty
But the clout to serve is not in them

Many wants the crowns on their heads
Yet they detest the process of making the crown
Many never realised the crown is heavy
He who must wear the beaded cap
Must be skilful in in serving

Although the front row looks sweet
The front row may be tempting
He who must lead
Must be ready to forgo all
There must be no veil
The front row is without facade

poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Small Talk

Its not the chapters he reads when youre feeling low down
Its not the touch of his skin when you kiss him goodnight
Its not the money he spends when you want to buy a daydream
And not that miracle smile that makes the sky bright
Its not the way his hands behave
When youve turned out the light
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you want to fly, yes it does
Its not the way he believes in you like a religion
Its not the thrill that you get when hes holding you tight
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen (just like that)
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does
Information, heart and soul, a whisper, a word
Confessions that have to be heard
Small small talk
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you make it rock so heavenly
Come on now, come on now
Come on - you seem to talk so heavenly
Big words...
Small talk...
Its not the way his eyes persuade
You to stay the night
Its the small, small small talk that makes it all happen
Small, small small talk that makes you feel like flying, yes it does

song performed by by Roxette
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Written In The First Leaf Of A Child's Memorandum-Book

My neat and pretty book, when I thy small lines see
They seem for any use to be unfit for me.
My writing, all misshaped, uneven as my mind,
Within this narrow space can hardly be confined.
Yet I will strive to make my hand less awkward look;
I would not willingly disgrace thee, my neat book.
The finest pens I'll use, and wondrous pains I'll take,
And I these perfect lines my monitors will make.
And every day I will set down in order due
How that day wasted is; and should there be a few
At the year's end that show more goodly to the sight,
If haply here I find some days not wasted quite,
If a small portion of them I have passed aright,
Then shall I think the year not wholly was misspent,
And that my Diary has been by some good angel sent.

poem by Charles Lamb
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The Goldsmith's Apprentice

My neighbour, none can e'er deny,

Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,

When working at my trade.

To ring and chain I hammer then

The wire of gold assay'd,
And think the while: "For Kate, oh when

Will such a ring be made?"

And when she takes her shutters down,

Her shop at once invade,
To buy and haggle, all the town,

For all that's there displayd.

I file, and maybe overfile

The wire of gold assay'd;
My master grumbles all the while,--

Her shop the mischief made.

To ply her wheel she straight begins,

When not engaged in trade;
I know full well for what she spins,--

'Tis hope guides that dear maid.

Her leg, while her small foot treads on,

Is in my mind portray'd;
Her garter I recall anon,--

I gave it that dear maid.

Then to her lips the finest thread

Is by her hand convey'd.
Were I there only in its stead,

How I would kiss the maid!

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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To Rest My Soul

With the passing of every day
Sure I see the parting of lovely way
Lot of change in the official life
Not less change in the actual life
Memory leaves to be kept in file
And to keep the life in distinct style!
End of sixty approaching fast
Work to be done is surely vast!
No more talks, no more notes
No more calls, no more quotes
No more meets, no more pains
No more meets, no more strains!
'No more file' is not 'no more life'
Brighter days to see better life!
The life is long and the world is wide
Lot of things to perform side by side
Society and home, kith and kin
Long forgotten and sent to the bin
Thread to be picked and work to be planned
Spread of good and bad sure to be scanned!
Fast life to go yielding place to new
Full of thrills and frills enjoyed by a few
I have my way, I have my goal
Fast I go to peace where I'll rest my soul!

(Thoughts of a senior official in a Public Sector organization in his early sixtieth year of age-a few months before his retirement)

poem by Subbaraman N V
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Size Doesn’t Matter

I never flatter
Size doesn’t matter!

We are so small but we have come this far
Because of our wisdom that knows no bar!

We are so small but we can understand God
Because we can make our mind extremely broad!

We are so small but we can win a zillion of hearts
Because we can be kind regardless of ifs and buts!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Money

1:

Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round (money)
Money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
It doesnt matter if youre up or down
cause money makes the world go round
Say what you will because you know its true
No hundred dollar bill, no fun for you
Dream of your life as your days go by
Trapped in a job til the day you die
Those with the dollar are those with the power
Getting more clearer every minute and hour
Keep on your path hanging on by a thread
With anyones luck you might get ahead
Repeat 1
Say what you will because you know its true
Theyre do different from me and you
Got no credit and you got no cash
Living the high life, living so fast
Stare at the sky and wish upon a star
You gotta dream thatll take you real far
Scratch at your head and you toss in your bed
You just cant escape these words she said
Repeat 1
I wish it was love, I wish it was love
I wish it love, but its not. its money
I wish it was you, I wish it was me
I wish it was us, but its not, its money
Repeat 1
I wish it was love (money)
I wish it was love
I wish it was love, but its not
It doesnt matter if youre up or down
Cause money makes the world go round
Cause money makes the world go round
The world go round, the world go round

song performed by by Vitamin C
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Over The Shoulder

Big size, small size
Any size, round and round
We need, we take
Burn it all to the ground
Started over and learned to walk
We teach you how to talk
Please try and understand
Were helping all mankind
We use them a while then its over the shoulder
We use them a while then its over the shoulder
We are serious
O, serious
Dollar here, dollar there
Dollars flying everywhere
Were only here to please
Stop the killing, trust me
Well only be a while
Big while, big big smile
We use them a while then its over the shoulder
We use them a while then its over the shoulder
We have in our hands
Every woman and every man
Things are gonna go far
Down a real big fast car
And what you see is what you get
Keep em hungry, you bet
You need security
To keep you from the enemy
We use them a while then its over the shoulder
We use them a while then its over the shoulder

song performed by by Ministry
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Fire fly

Fire fly!
Fire fly!
You are my friend and fly!
You are the children's and kid's beloved fly!
You are an insect
You are small in size
You have fire with your body
You make strange noises at night
By the help of your magical fire
You spread light
Your are trying to help people by spreading light
You softens the darkness away by your light
Oh! What a light you got!
Please give me your light
Share the secret of your magic
You are held captive by some naughty children
You are troubled by them
As they torture you
But fire fly! fire fly!
You are my friend...

poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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Alankar (Decor) -11

Symbol-Temple

He makes His abode
Huge much His size
The size of cosmos
Sized full His size

That room is small
But His holy house
He makes His abode
But full His size

Dim, dumb, mute occult
Lit hearts light Him
Leaning on a measure
He sleeps wide awake

Lonely boons line lot
Like Kupera for myself
My soul's hunting quest
VaiththaMaaNidhi peeks

(On a visit to Thirukoloor
one of the 108 Vishnu-shrines)

poem by Indira Renganathan
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On A Candle

Of all inhabitants on earth,
To man alone I owe my birth,
And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,
Are all my parents more than he:
I, a virtue, strange and rare,
Make the fairest look more fair,
And myself, which yet is rarer,
Growing old, grow still the fairer.
Like sots, alone I'm dull enough,
When dosed with smoke, and smear'd with snuff;
But, in the midst of mirth and wine,
I with double lustre shine.
Emblem of the Fair am I,
Polish'd neck, and radiant eye;
In my eye my greatest grace,
Emblem of the Cyclops' race;
Metals I like them subdue,
Slave like them to Vulcan too;
Emblem of a monarch old,
Wise, and glorious to behold;
Wasted he appears, and pale,
Watching for the public weal:
Emblem of the bashful dame,
That in secret feeds her flame,
Often aiding to impart
All the secrets of her heart;
Various is my bulk and hue,
Big like Bess, and small like Sue:
Now brown and burnish'd like a nut,
At other times a very slut;
Often fair, and soft, and tender,
Taper, tall, and smooth, and slender:
Like Flora, deck'd with various flowers,
Like Phoebus, guardian of the hours:
But whatever be my dress,
Greater be my size or less,
Swelling be my shape or small,
Like thyself I shine in all.
Clouded if my face is seen,
My complexion wan and green,
Languid like a love-sick maid,
Steel affords me present aid.
Soon or late, my date is done,
As my thread of life is spun;
Yet to cut the fatal thread
Oft revives my drooping head;
Yet I perish in my prime,
Seldom by the death of time;
Die like lovers as they gaze,
Die for those I live to please;
Pine unpitied to my urn,
Nor warm the fair for whom I burn:
Unpitied, unlamented too,
Die like all that look on you.

poem by Jonathan Swift
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Family Photos

I love my family photos
Such a simple treasure to me
So many wonderful people
That are part of my history

I look upon their faces
My uncles, cousins and aunts
I see myself in some of them
The eyes... the smile... the stance

Decked out in Sunday fashion
They gathered for a quick snapshot
Some clothes were made at home
And some of them they bought

And look at how far back they go
To the horse and buggy days
Perhaps we were not born yet
Or were small with the past a haze

Oh, look at Grandpa’s trophies
He looks so very proud
He knew he was quite a hunter
Though he wouldn’t say out loud

Let's not forget the animals
That helped to work the farm
They too were part of our family
And had their special charm

Just look at the family autos
They had such class and style
Yes, I love my family photos
Come and look at them awhile!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Take The Narrow Road

you must take the narrow road
that leads you to freedom

it is the same narrow road
that the camel took to save itself

it the same camel who passed through
the eye of the *needle

* a small, slender piece of steel with a sharp point at one end and a hole for thread at the other used for spiritual surgical sutures

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Boy Needs A Bike

Pop works in the shop til eight
Moms on the phone and shes kind of irate
Sallys doing sommersaults on the lawn
Pop slams open the front screen door
Just to scare mom
She says, "what the hell did you do that for? "
He washes his dirty hands in the sink
And things around the table are kind of rough
Mom says its pa
Pa says, "the times are just tough"
And me and sally dont say much of nothing at all
The garage door light brightens up the night
Pa always works on cars when he gets in a fight
As though he could figure out that woman by working on that
Old car
He said a car can cure any problem at all
Cause of looking at all them parts makes a fight look so small
But I wish hed just put me and sally in the backseat and
Drive us away
Thats when he sits me down
He says hes gonna teach me about life
He said, "a man needs a car and a boy needs a bike"
I got my first taste of freedom beneath the light of the moon
But if it were me
Id have the guts to put to test those bolts and nuts
And Id ride away so fast, so far
Ride away... so fast, so far
Put away our tools
We go back inside
Mom feels left out and now shes starting to cry
I wonder if all girls are crazy this way
I wish pops would just get a spine
I said I know its kind of small but you can borrow mine
He just smiled and said, "your mom means well son"
Most times are good its just some that are lean
But its love that makes up for those times in beteween
He got a tear in his eye as he took mammas hand
Said one day Id understand
But if it were me
Id have the guts to put to test those bolts and nuts
And Id ride away so far, so fast
Ride away so fast so far
Ride away

song performed by by Jewel
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It Is Wonderful That There Are So Many Small Children In Israel

IT IS WONDERFUL THAT THERE ARE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN IN ISRAEL

It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
I see them everywhere and am happy when I see them.
Do they make up or compensate in some way for the million and one half Jewish children murdered a generation or two ago?
Nothing makes up for even one life lost
That we know.

But still seeing these children one invariably thinks of those other Jewish children-
I don't understand it at all-

It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
Children are a great blessing and the hope of their parents and grandparents lives-

God Bless and protect these children
And let them never know the hatred the suffering the cruelty
Children no less innocent than them knew
A generation or two ago.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Small Wire

My faith
is a great weight
hung on a small wire,
as doth the spider
hang her baby on a thin web,
as doth the vine,
twiggy and wooden,
hold up grapes
like eyeballs,
as many angels
dance on the head of a pin.

God does not need
too much wire to keep Him there,
just a thin vein,
with blood pushing back and forth in it,
and some love.
As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
So if you have only a thin wire,
God does not mind.
He will enter your hands
as easily as ten cents used to
bring forth a Coke.

poem by Anne Sexton
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You're So Small

i went to school here in michigan at a place
Called interlochen, and, uh, there's a lot of dancers there.
About 60% of the dancers were either anorexic or bulemic.
And i often blamed it on their boyfriends.
So i wrote this about that.
I didn't agree with that, by the way."
Gonna walk down the street
And seduce every man i meet
Because i'm having a bad day.
I am
Not size six.
My legs are not
Skinny as sticks
And dammit, someone's got to pay.
(that's the power of a woman, ohhhh)
I feel unattractive.
I'm gonna see if it's true.
I'm going to break a heart or maybe two.
I'm gonna put on a sexy red thing
Gonna run very late
I'm gonna pull some strings
Cause my strength is in my
Power over you.
(the power of a woman)
But i'm afraid that i can't satisfy myself
And that my happiness depends on someone else.
I feel weak, so you're gonna take the fall.
You're so small, you're so small, you're so small.
You're so small, i feel fat, you're so small.
You're so small, i don't feel anything, cuz you're so small.

song performed by by Jewel
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Height

If I was just a little taller
I'd never use needle and thread.
I'd nothing to hem
and things unreachable
I could grab instead.
But good things come in small packages.
That's how the saying does go.
So I content myself with 5 foot 3
and take out my needle to sew.

When I was a kid I'd look up to see
people growing taller than me.
I wondered how it felt up there?
Was it easier to see?
Now that I've reached that 'I don't care stage'
it's not that bothersome at all.
If I need something way up high
I just find someone that is tall.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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