Food Court
food court-
chow mein on my mind
hamburger on my nose
poem by Govind Seshadri
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Date With The Night
Album: Fever to tell
i got a date with the night
burnin down my finger
gonna catch the kids dry
gonna walk on water
buying out the fight we're sweatin in the winter
gonna catch ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow
chow chow chow chow chow
don tell me to fix her
don tell me to fix her
just take a bite
no hangin no picture flyin out my sight
droppin brides at the altar
gonna find ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow
chow chow chow chow chow
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
buying out the fight
gon walk on water
gon catcha sueeze dry
gonna bend my finger we're sweatin in the winter
grab squeeze tight
grab squeeze tight
song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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Where do you search me
Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein
Na Ekant Niwas Mein
Na Mandir Mein, Na Masjid Mein
Na Kabe Kailas Mein
Mein To Tere Paas Mein Bande
Mein To Tere Paas Mein
Na Mein Jap Mein, Na Mein Tap Mein
Na Mein Barat Upaas Mein
Na Mein Kiriya Karm Mein Rehta
Nahin Jog Sanyas Mein
Nahin Pran Mein Nahin Pind Mein
Na Brahmand Akas Mein
Na Mein Prakuti Prawar Gufa Mein
Nahin Swasan Ki Swans Mein
Khoji Hoye Turat Mil Jaoon
Ik Pal Ki Talas Mein
Kahet Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho
Mein To Hun Viswas Mein
English Translation:
Where do you search me?
I am with you
Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons
Neither in solitudes
Not in temples, nor in mosques
Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash
I am with you O man
I am with you
Not in prayers, nor in meditation
Neither in fasting
Not in yogic exercises
Neither in renunciation
Neither in the vital force nor in the body
Not even in the ethereal space
Neither in the womb of Nature
Not in the breath of the breath
Seek earnestly and discover
In but a moment of search
Says Kabir, Listen with care
Where your faith is, I am there.
I love chinese food! !
I love chinese food, and chinese food loves me,
but in my imaginary land, i am the queen.
The clouds there are orange chicken, the grass is chow mein,
I love my land, mostly because there's no candy canes.
The mountains are huge potsickersand the trees are eggrolls,
whatever I'm craving it falls into a bowl.
It doesn't fall in big, it falls in small,
I'll tell you how small, as small as a golf ball.
It rains soy sauce, and the bushes are broccoli,
the beef is a part, and that part is it's berries.
Whenever go there, it's always fun,
so next time I go, you should really come.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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Encomium ii (urdu)
Karri dopeher mein rahmat ka saibaan likhun
K roz e hashr k sehra mein gulsitan likhun
Wo jin k naam ka lena sawab ho jaey
Mein aa'n Janab ki azmat ka kia bayan likhun
Uss abr e doulat e rahmat ki chhaon sir pe rahe
Ussay mein nur kahun, sukh ka aastan likhun
Kitab e dil ka hr ik warq ba wazoo kr dun
Ali ka bhai likhun, Fatima ki jaan likhun
Palay hon jis pe Hassan or Hussain bachpan mein
Mein esse dosh ko shafqat ka aasman likhun
Woh jis k khiltay hi jannat mein phool khiltay hon
Mein kia tabassum e be-misl ka bayan likhun
Batool naat e Muhammad ki roshni he boht
Mein zikr-e-pak ki mehfil ka kia samaan likhun!
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Mr. Big Toe Goes To The Window
Mr. Big Toe, Mr. Big Toe wouldn’t you know,
drives up to the take out window.
He orders a burger with Hamburger Help hand by his side,
they were driving around town having a fun time.
Then Mr. Big Toe gets really stuffed,
now he is in a big grumpy gruff.
He tells Mrs. Hamburger Helper to get out of his truck.
Mrs.Hamburger Helper say’s _______ off!
They realize they were not meant to be,
Hamburger Helper hand doesn’t smell that pretty.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Report Of An Adjudged Case
Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong;
The point in dispute was, as all the world knows,
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
So the Tongue was the Lawyer and argued the cause
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning,
While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.
In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear,
And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find,
That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear,
Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
Then holding the spectacles up to the court, -
Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle,
As wide as the ridge of the Nose is, in short,
Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Again, would your lordship a moment suppose
('Tis a case that has happened and may be again),
That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then?
On the whole it appears, and my argument shows
With a reasoning the court will never condemn,
That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.
Then shifting his side, as a lawyer knows how,
He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes,
But what were his arguments few people know,
For the court did not think they were equally wise.
So his lordship decreed, with a grave solemn tone,
Decisive and clear, without on if or but, -
That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
By daylight or candlelight - Eyes should be shut.
poem by William Cowper
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Der 13. Psalm.
Herr, wie lang wilt vergessen mein
In meiner grosen note?
Wie lang verpirgst das antlitz dein?
Herr, wie lang sol ich gote
5
(Hie rat!) suechen pey meiner seel?
Wie lang sol mein herz leiden quel?
Mein feint thuet sich erheben.
Schaw und erhor mich, herr und got,
Und mein augen erleuchte,
10
Das ich nit entschlaff in dem dot,
Das sich mein feint guet dewchte,
Das er mein mechtig worden sey,
Und sich mein widersacher frey,
Das ich sey umbgestosen.
15
Herr, ich hoff aber auf dein guet,
Deins hails frewt sich mein herze.
Durch Cristum hastw mich pehuet
Vor ewiclichem schmerze,
Der fuer mich lied den pitern dot;
20
Des wil ich dir lobsingen, got,
Das dw mir hast geholffen.
Anno salutis 1526.
poem by Hans Sachs
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Kuchh Bhi to Nahein Hai Naam Mein Mere. [A poem in Hindi]
Kuchh bhi to nahien hai naam mein mere
Na koi arth hai na mahatav hi
Samay ke raigistan mein jaisey
Tum ne ik naam likha tha
Jo mit sa gaya hai
Waqt ki aandhi se.
Ab jab teri nai duniya mein
Naiye saathi sang hain tere
Kya rakha hai beeti yaadon mein
Bharte rahein aanso in aankhon mein
Rait par likha hua ik shabd tha mein
Jo mit sa gaya hoon.
Lekin jab bhi naiye sab saathi
Sang chhod tujhe peddit kar dein
Naam tum lena mera priye tab
Aur moorat kar ke yaad tum meri
Kehna thha ik sachha shaksh bhi
Jiske pyaar ne jeevan mein thhey
Aashaon ke phool bikhere
Jise waqt nigal gaya hai
Aur jo yaadon ke aakash mein
Ik tara ban kar chamak raha hai
Chhahey uska koi naam nahien hai........[1992]
For our first date, I made Ryan Hamburger Helper, which is basically what I grew up on. I make my own version of it now, with macaroni and cheese and hamburger meat. And the kids - it's their favorite dinner.
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I couldn't care less about actors' trailers and food on sets and stuff like that - I just want to act.
quote by Chow Yun Fat
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Overweight with Food
Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!
Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Meinteil
Heute treff' ich einen Herrn
Der hat mich zum Fressen gern
Weiche Teile und auch harte
stehen auf der Speisekarte
Denn du bist was du isst
und ihr wisst was es ist
Es ist mein Teil nein
Mein Teil nein
Da das ist mein Teil nein
Mein Teil nein
Die stumpfe Klinge gut und recht
Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht
Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kmpfen
ich esse weiter unter Krmpfen
Ist doch so gut gewrzt
und so schn flambiert
und so liebevoll auf Porzellan serviert
Dazu ein guter Wein
und zarter Kerzenschein
Ja da lass ich mir Zeit
Etwas Kultur muss sein
Denn du bist was du isst
Und ihr wisst was es ist
Es ist mein Teil nein
Mein Teil nein
Denn das ist mein Teil nein
Yes it's mein Teil nein
Ein Schrei wird zum Himmel fahren
Schneidet sich durch Engelsscharen
Vom Wolkendach fllt Federfleisch
auf meine Kindheit mit Gekreisch
song performed by by Rammstein
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A Food For Everything!
Meals are the food for the body;
Knowledge is the food for the mind;
Meditation is the food for the spirit;
Music is the food for the love of heart;
Dreams are the food for the consciousness;
Prayer is the food for the Almighty;
Love is the food for the living heart;
Thoughts are the food for the brain;
Colourful ink is the food for the pen;
Ideas are the food for the stories;
Truth is the food for the will;
Sun’s energy is the food for the plants;
Plants are the food for the living beings;
But one man’s food is another man’s poison!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Syrup Sponge
Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!
Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;
Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?
Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -
Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!
And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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School V/s College
Na hoti ye B. Tech, na hoti ye MD ki sheetey
Yaad aate hain yaaro, lamhe wo beetein
School ki wo masti yaad aati hai har pal
Yaad aata hain mujhko beet gaya jo kal
School mein jaate the padne hum saare
College mein jaate hain attendance ke maare
Teacher ko maante the tab hum guru
School mein jaate hi padhai shuru
Yahaan to chalti hai humari sarkar
Dooston ke sang maani kabhi na haar
School mein padte waqt hota tha competition
Yahaan aakar puchhte hain kab aayega math ka solution
School mein pocket mein hota tha pencil n rubber
Yahaan to class notes ki bhi nahi hai khabar
School mein jaate the hum sab padne, ghar pe sab kuch batana hain
College mein jana to girl friend dekhne ka ek bahana hain
School mein jaate waqt, har roj hote the paise
Yahaan purse to hain, lekin nahi hain paise
School mein hamesha jaane se pahle bag check kia
Yahaan to jo marji mila, wahe kagaj utha lia
Pen jeb mein hua nhi, ungli se kaam chalaya hai
Jisne ki hain college mein masti sukh to usne hi paaya hai
School mein hoti thi full attendance, yahhan to 60 ke liye bhi rote hain
Par sach bataun yaaro college mein hi sapne poore hote hain
poem by Ankit Gupta
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Dua! ! !
teray chehray pay mein gul rang nazaaray dekhun
muskurati hui aankhon mein sitaray dekhun
maand na hon kabhi chehray pay khushi ki kirnen
teri nazron mein hama waqt sharaaray dekhun
yeh dua he teri raahon mein bhanwar na ho koi
teri nao ko mein darya k kinaaray dekhun
teri khatir mein Khuda say yeh talab karti hun
jis qadar dost bhi dekhun wo tumhaaray dekhun
apnay bandhan pay kabhi bhi na koi aanch aey
iss jahan ko teri chahat k sahaaray dekhun
raat andheri ho ya pheli hui mahtab shaben
aasman per teri taqdeer k taaray dekhun
jis dagar per teray jaanay ka guman ho jaey
uss dagar ko na kbhi khof k maaray dekhun
teri aamad ka pata inn se hi lug jata he
mein badaltay hue mosam k ishaaray dekhun
azal say behtey huay jharnon ki maanind Batool
dosti k sada behtay hue dharay dekhun...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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This Court
This court is
Not final court.
It has got no
Unlimitted power.
This court is
Not empower to
Pass final judgement
And final decree.
The order of
This court is
Not binding.
This court has
No discretionary power
This court lacks
Original jurisdiction.
This court is
Not a real court.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sea Turtle
My specialty is minding my own business.
I can't help it, it's a choice.
For example, I'm not really writing this.
You, mind-reader, read it, nevertheless.
I am not harmless. No, I've a role to play, I'm
A link in Nature's game.
Somebody eats me (let them try)
I eat somebody else-that's the deal.
I accept my place in the food chain
And, unlike you, prize nearly total amnesia.
I just don't get why people want to remember things-
Especially the bad stuff-let it, already, go-
Memory the chiefest factor of what it means to be you-
or probably so.
Otherwise you're more or less interchangeable, aren't you?
Yes, more or less so.
Anyway, it's better not to think.
My mind's a blank.
I'm a big fan of instinct.
So I poke my nose here, I poke my nose there,
amidst hula-grass,
Bringing...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Saturday Night in Dill City
We had a night I’d like to tell about
Consisting of an extraordinary meal
The food was simply delicious
With a down-home country feel
The place in which I ordered my food
It was one it’d never have expected
It was at the Fire Extinguisher
I was not even really directed
The food was oh, so scrumptious
Hamburger steak cooked on the grill
Caramelized onions plopped on top
I can taste that flavor still
Crispy fries and freshly made salad
With dressing fit for a king
Perfect for a party
Or out for a Saturday night fling
Yes, we had a wonderful time
If we hadn’t it would have been a pity
But we did find this restaurant on
Saturday night in Dill City
poem by Marilyn Lott
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