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Hooks in our psyche floating free
Waiting for our greed to grab them
Fishing for fools in the consumer pool
That's the job of the Ad-Men

If I could steal the bait off hooks
I would do it in every river
I'd tie the lines to crannies and nooks
And watch the baiters quiver

Let truth let out its barbed string
Keeping all greed at bay
Let the jingle singers sing
But
Let the facts have their say

poem by Kishore Asthana
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050510J trying not to work

i happened to talk to a gentleman
retired from government last month
he is taking his time without a plan
fishing the wharf at morning sunshine
got his fishing hooks all tangled up
he told me, last he just threw in a box

on his first cast he yelled 'come on bite'
in my mind how could they without bait
snug 'em that won't be very pretty sight
i guess he saw me with a grin; respond
'oh! yes, i never put bait on first launch'
'i noticed, you must be clearing the rust'

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Down On The River

Down on the river it's an easy kind of life
Everybody here's feeling fine
No need to worry or get in a hurry
Nothing to spend but time
Light up a smoke and tell a few jokes
And pass the old jug around
We're gonna get right on a Saturday night
When the sun goes down
(CHORUS)
Down on the river
Down on the river
Just some old boys making a lot of noise
Down on the river
Down on the river
Down on the river
If anyone calls, tell them we're all
Down on the river
We'll go fishing by the light of the moon
And bait them hooks by hand
And early in the morning we'll take them off the line
Fry 'em all up in a pan
We gotta get home while we still got a job
or we'll have to answer to the man
And everybody knows though we gotta go
We'll be back again
(REPEAT CHORUS)

song performed by by Alabama
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Hooks In You

I got the keys to view at number 22
Behind my green door theres nothing to see
Stone cold sober and sitting in silence
Laid back and looking for sympathy
I like a girl who knows where shes bound
I dont like girls whove been hanging aroung
Hooks in you hooks in me hooks in the ceiling
For that well hung feeling
No big deal no big string strung up on love i
Got the hooks screwed in
Shes tied up she cant come to the phone
You must have got your wires crossed cos she aint home
Knock on wood - you know I like that sound
She never could keep her feet on the grou7nd
Right on the money got it wrapped up tight
New ideas for the decor tonight
Gonna make this house a peservation zone
Gonn set her in concrete set her up on her own

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Our biggest fish

When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,
I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows and the like;
And oh, the bitter sadness with which my soul was fraught
When I rambled home at nightfall with the puny string I'd caught!
And, oh, the indignation and the valor I'd display
When I claimed that all the biggest fish I'd caught had got away!

Sometimes it was the rusty hooks, sometimes the fragile lines,
And many times the treacherous reeds would foil my just designs;
But whether hooks or lines or reeds were actually to blame,
I kept right on at losing all the monsters just the same--
I never lost a little fish--yes, I am free to say
It always was the biggest fish I caught that got away.

And so it was, when later on, I felt ambition pass
From callow minnow joys to nobler greed for pike and bass;
I found it quite convenient, when the beauties wouldn't bite
And I returned all bootless from the watery chase at night,
To feign a cheery aspect and recount in accents gay
How the biggest fish that I had caught had somehow got away.

And really, fish look bigger than they are before they are before they're
caught--
When the pole is bent into a bow and the slender line is taut,
When a fellow feels his heart rise up like a doughnut in his throat
And he lunges in a frenzy up and down the leaky boat!
Oh, you who've been a-fishing will indorse me when I say
That it always is the biggest fish you catch that gets away!

'T 'is even so in other things--yes, in our greedy eyes
The biggest boon is some elusive, never-captured prize;
We angle for the honors and the sweets of human life--
Like fishermen we brave the seas that roll in endless strife;

And then at last, when all is done and we are spent and gray,
We own the biggest fish we've caught are those that got away.

I would not have it otherwise; 't is better there should be
Much bigger fish than I have caught a-swimming in the sea;
For now some worthier one than I may angle for that game--
May by his arts entice, entrap, and comprehend the same;
Which, having done, perchance he'll bless the man who's proud to say
That the biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.

poem by Eugene Field
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Watching the hours pass by

Johnny sits waiting all day
For fish to arrive
He wonders whether they have died
For hours and hours he waits for the fish to take it’s bait

A ripple in the lake
Sends his fishing rod a warning
The worm has been spiced up for the fish
Its fragrance was aroused in the lake
The fish tasted the hot spices in the cool lake

“Steady old girl” says Johnny with a smile
“ Soon you will be mine”
Ripples overlap
The fish rod numbs with pain

The fish battles with the rod
Johnny pulls harder
He will not let go
Its weight surpasses that of a stone

The fish hooks himself loose
The ripple disappears
Johnny sits waiting at the end of the lake
Waiting for another to taste his spicy bait

poem by Lee John Siebritz
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Hoks In You

Track 8 of _Season's End_
'I feel so strange what's wrong with me'
You've got a problem that you can't see
But I've got a feeling that the rumours are true
I see the girl's go a hook in you
You carry on believing
That you can take or leave it
Now who are you deceiving
Cause when it's own up time
She's in the back of you mind
She's got her hooks in you
You said you'd never let it happen again
You spend your money and you're deeper in
Your fairweather friends call two by two
To let you know what's wrong with you
But now your heartbeat's thumpin'
You watch you nerve ends jumpin'
Well I can tell yo somethin'
When it's own up time
You're gonna toe the line
She's got her hooks in you
She's got her hooks in me too.
[JOHN HELMER and STEVE HOGARTH

song performed by by Marillion
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The Devil Made Me Do It!

My father said, advising me
On a winter's afternoon,
'If you ever sup with the devil, son,
Then sup with a long spoon.'

'He'll always try to cozen you,
To draw you into his schemes,
Whenever you're down and out, my son
He'll fill your head with dreams.'

'He'll make you feel grandiloquent,
With a power so sublime,
You'll think you're all but immortal, son
As you stray from the bottom line.'

'And slowly, slowly, he will fix
His hooks into your soul,
You'll never notice the hooks, my son
As you head toward your goal.'

'But come the day of reckoning
When your hens come home to roost,
It's - 'Sign on the dotted line…', my son,
Too late then for a truce! '

'So don't you ever sign your name,
That's my advice to you,
That parchment's never the worst of things
The Devil has plans to do.'

'He has a place set up for you
In his deep and dark dominions,
Stoking the fires of hell, my son
With the rest of the Devil's minions.'

* * * * *

Many a year has passed since then,
Time tends us to forget,
I only thought of his words as those
Of some long lost vignette.

But then I started a business up
In a modest little shop,
With fishing tackle and bait, it boomed,
I thought it would never stop.

The profits soared, I built a store
So large, grandiloquent,
My rivals slandered me more and more
In terms quite eloquent.

I saw them off, I bought them out
I started a fishing chain,
Both Lord and Emperor now I felt
Surveying my own domain.

But then a salesman came to call
Who looked at me long and hard,
He shuffled up to the counter, then,
And pulled out his calling card.

'A. Lucifer & Assoc.', it said,
'Fishhooks, Sinkers & Line'.
He reached in his pocket and spilled them out
Hooks large and small, and fine.

'We're far the biggest and best, ' he said,
We cater for every whim…'
But then he stopped as he saw my face
Turn grey, while glaring at him.

'We have accounts, ' he muttered, and then,
'You don't have to pay, old son.
Just sign on the dotted line just here…'
But I'd reached for my Elephant Gun.

I grabbed his collar, I tweaked his nose,
Stuck all those hooks in his pants,
Then dragged him off to the goldfish pool
To watch the Devil recant.

'You're not going to get your hooks in me,
Old Nick, ' I raved at the wall,
But he lay splashing about, neck deep
Right under the waterfall.

'So that, your Honor, is why I'm here,
The police locked me up in a cell,
I was only protecting my soul, m'lud,
From Lucifer's hooks, and Hell.'

'The Devil, he made me do it, m'lud,
Old Beezlebub, there in the court,
I shouldn't be here in the dock today
If the Devil could only be bought.'

'He offered to sell me my freedom, sir,
Just sign, and he wouldn't sue…
I'd rather spend time in a prison cell,
But I guess… that's up to you! '

4 March 2008

poem by David Lewis Paget
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The River, Grace

Lift me up,
Take me down
From my rack.
Suspended on meat hooks
Just under my shoulder blades,
The weight of me hangs.

The river comes to me.
The river flows on.

Grace wakes up,
Says, “I will watch with you
We will be watchers
Together.”

Take me down.
Let the river run
Through my wounds;
Cleanse;
Heal.

The river comes.
The river flows.

Wash out all the refuse;
Toxic trash flushed away
Forever from me
Clear
Free

The river comes.
The river flows.

Fill me up with goodness.
Purity, rush into these holes;
Saturate in light, then
Stop up the access,
Make me whole.

River, come to me.
River, flow on.

And the river is God’s Gift.
And the river is Grace.
Lay me new baptized
In the tall grass
On the bank
Let me hear
Talking light
Beat back the night.

They sing of your source,
Your redemption renowned.
Now I join the chorus.

And the river, God’s gift,
Lift me up.
And the river, Grace
Carry me on.

poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
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Hooks In You

(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
I feel so strange whats wrong with me?
Youve got a problem that you cant see
But Ive got a feeling that the rumours are true
I see the girls got a hook in you
You carry on believing
That you can take or leave it
Now who are you deceiving
Cause when its own up time
Shes in back of your mind
Shes got her hooks in you
You said youd never let it happen again
You spend your money and youre deeper in
Your fairweather friends call two by two
To let you know whats wrong with you
But now your heartbeats thumpin
You watch your nerve ends jumpin
Well I can tell you somethin
When its own up time
Youre gonna toe the line
Shes got her hooks in you
Shes got her hooks in you
Shes got her hooks in me too
I feel so strange whats wrong with me?
Youve got a problem that you cant see
But Ive got a feeling that the rumours are true
I see the girls, I see the girl got a hook in you
Shes got her hooks in you

song performed by by Marillion
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Greed

Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed

When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed

Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married

We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed

I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead?

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Jingle Jingle My Bell

Jingle Jingle my bell
Jingle Jingle my bell
Please reassure me all is well

The sun sets down
The night is young
So I sing a song
Waiting for the night crickets
To sing along

Jingle Jingle my bell
Tell me now what I should sell

My soul to the sea
While the waves fight
In the darkness of the night

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am thirsty
Get me some water from the well

Sitting on the cliff
Watching the rift
Out at sea
White bubbles drowning and rising
I am glad that is not me

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am making some noise
Hear me yell

Jingle Jingle my bell
I am so happy
That you can tell

© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Washing Of The Water

River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from
So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside
River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around
Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight
Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide
River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Satan's Lures

Satan loves the sport of fishing.
His tackle box filled with bait,
he goes out to the lake of life
to cast his line, and wait.

The devil knows us, every one
and knows which lures to use.
In accordance with our weaknesses
he determines which to choose.

Dishonesty, pornography,
pride, selfishness and hate.
False witness, greed, the list goes on.
The sin becomes the bait.

Many bite and are deceived.
And in a snap they're hooked.
They learn too late that Satan's bait
is not as it had looked.

It's important that we choose the right
for this life is our test;
and when we choose to do what's right
we truly will be blessed.

So feed on Heavenly Fathers words.
Great blessings will be yours,
as you watch and pray, and stay away
from Satan and his lures.

poem by Ron Tranmer
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Greed is Good

“Greed is good! ” they say
Some say “Greed is great! ”
Will they say that when the masses
Are bashing down their gate?
Will they still pray to their god ‘Greed’
When they find that it’s too late?

All the starving children
They don’t think greed is good
They would rather have each day
A sufficiency of food

All the freezing homeless
How great is greed to those?
A bit of tin to shelter in
Would please them (I suppose)

What good is greed to anyone
When it is served with hate?
I’d rather have a shred of humanity
Sitting on my plate

poem by Neil Milliner
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Green Fields And Running Brooks

Ho! green fields and running brooks!
Knotted strings and fishing-hooks
Of the truant, stealing down
Weedy backways of the town.

Where the sunshine overlooks,
By green fields and running brooks,
All intruding guests of chance
With a golden tolerance,

Cooing doves, or pensive pair
Of picnickers, straying there--
By green fields and running brooks,
Sylvan shades and mossy nooks!

And--O Dreamer of the Days,
Murmurer of roundelays
All unsung of words or books,
Sing green fields and running brooks!

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Wallow in the Greed

If you could know how much I earn,
I'm sure to see you blush!
To earn the stipend that I do
Will mean therefore, I look at you
From high above in my success
And say to you, 'Poor thing, God bless.'

The greedy bastard that I am –
I love to drown in bling!
Unlike you – so bloody poor, and
Picking coins up off the floor!
But sorry mate, I'm not to blame –
The fact your bank account is lame!

Come and see my flashy car,
Awash inside with leather –
I saw the battered wreck you drive,
Spewing out its oily smog!
Your banger, friend, is such a dog –
Clanking out its dialogue.

I shall die in gleaming wealth,
Floating out in gentle stealth –
Having bought an excellent health.
As for you, my hard-up mate,
You'll fade away a slave to fate,
Surviving on the welfare state.

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

Greed, greed, greed, greed
Greed, greed, feed the greed.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Runny’s Heading Rabits

Runny lent to the wibrary
And there were bundreds of hooks—
Bistory hooks, beography gooks,
And lots of bory stooks.
He looked them over one by one
And guess which one he took—
A bience scook? A boetry pook?
Oh, no ---a bomic cook!

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Coffin Of Gold

All around its greed
More more more I need
If I have one I need more
I am not satisfied anymore

Not in my dream, I would share
Greed overtook me and I stopped to care
I am no longer satisfied with anything
Feel like owning everything

All the money in the world
Still greed tells me more and more
Where I will bury all these wealth
I have lost myself that’s the truth

Help me …to me they plead
Greedy I am to see them plead
What will I do with all these money?
Still more more more I need

Maybe I will have a coffin of gold
Stacked inside with paper money
Where will I take these after I die?
With open arms and in coffin I lie

No more can I hold anything
The truth to leave behind everything
Still I am filled with greed
More more more I need

poem by Jibin Joseph
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Defy Greed

Pay no heed
To your greed
Do it once
Just to give your greatness
A chance.
Once and then once more
As never before
Defy the greed
Pay it no heed.
Here and there
A small sacrifice
Would suffice
You’re learning to share.
You’re learning to defy greed
Learning the worth of a good deed
You’ve it to take the lead
To free the world from greed.

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Ancestor Blessings Running Sleeping

ancestor blessings running sleeping
dream running in waking
eye infant ancient sleep listening...

artistic walking seed own time lines
hooks fishing catch spirit minds
wear colour cloak rainbow bird feathers...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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