Food In Heaven
Food In Heaven
Food In Heaven
He made the cows to want the rain to fall he made the grass that they use to eat to fill the want inside a cow he makes grass as bread for cows they just continue there to graze in some places in the desert spaces there is grass for cows to eat this is called heaven sweet to cows they drink water when they have it in a drink flavored pouch oh no see eh ewe caught me making lies no listen while eye smile and tell ewe this poem is so nice there is grass for all the cows there is grass on every hill and every cow can eat in heaven they still have grass for every cow there is food in heaven there is food there in a drink flavored pouch.
poem by Charles Hice
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For Those Who Scrutinize Others
This one is for those,
Who scrutinize others.
But are afraid to expose,
Insecurities they hold that smother.
Take some time,
And isolate your druthers.
Don't share them with your sisters,
Or inflict them on your brothers.
Cleanse your mind,
Of judgements that you pass.
Chew your food like cows do!
And fertilize the grass.
This will keep you real busy!
To moo and graze...
Will keep you off the pavement.
And do your do-do too!
Take some time,
And isolate your druthers.
Don't share them with your sisters,
Or inflict them on your brothers.
Cleanse your mind,
Of judgements that you pass.
Chew your food like cows do!
And fertilize the grass.
This will keep you real busy!
To moo and graze...
Will keep you off the pavement.
On farms where good manure is bagged.
And celebrated you can...
On farmland where manure is bagged!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Food for Everyone
Sellers of food have a huge price,
And they eat from them from advice.
The restaurant is a race for the food,
A beautiful place for the meat barbecued.
I like the eating to be done in a fantastic place,
Where I love the taste in my head, no disgrace.
Love anything but do not eat the forbidden fruit,
So horrid it is of the devil to say, but we must be astute.
It is poverty that hides the food from poor people,
It is not the poor people who taste a life admirable.
Sellers of food must be paid, and poor is the person
Who can not afford, so he can not eat, unless he is in heaven.
Heaven is a place for food and drink,
Drink I take and health I doublethink.
Heaven has a drink for me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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The Little Shy Grass Along Your Path
the little shy grass along the path
the one with thorns and hairy leaves
stepped upon by the hoofs of cows
and carabaos and goats and pigs
has taken the patience and courage
to grow three red flowers on its branch
as i see them bloom under the hot sun
the shy little grass has a word for you:
the three lovely red flowers are for you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Homeless Man In The South
homeless shelter full;
no spot under the bridge,
too much traffic, and the law.
stole some plastic;
set up a tent down deep
in the woods by the creek....
up above the place where
the cows cross... hauled my
belongings, a few clothes,
books, an old rifle, a coffee pot,
and a few utensils...a little food.
built a small fire... thinking.
what to do? steal a car,
make a run for God knows where?
or just sit here watching my
food and coffee dwindle....
crows cawing in a heavy grey sky....
them cows are starting to look....
like survival!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Countin The Cows Every Day
Countin the cows every day
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Oh Im just a cowboy, an old hired hand
Never seen nothin majestic or grand
I just received a great big tax return
Now Im off to las vegas with money to burn
Its been a while since I last left this town
Bought a new suit and Im nevada bound
Gonna make it, gonna break it, Ive been there before
Nothins gone wrong, this towns such a bore
Chorus:
Aw, the train leaves at seven, all go to heaven
Nothin here to make me stay
cause that las vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin the cows every day
Chorus:
Yeah, the train leaves at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin here to make me stay
cause that las vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin the cows every day
And countin the cows every day
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I saw heaven
I saw a heaven of grass and trees
From the top fall red leaves
I saw a heaven with waterfall
Falling from the artic stall
I saw a heaven with opera like rocks
There lived dog like fox
I saw a heaven covered with ice
Jumping from the bottom a plenty of mice
I saw a heaven with no dead end
Messages never reached were they were send
So in short I saw a heaven
But I don't exactly remember when
-By little poet
poem by Bhupendra Swarnakar
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I Saw A Heaven
I saw a heaven of grass and trees
From the top fall dark autum leaves
I saw a heaven with waterfall
Falling from Mrs.earth's artic stall
I saw a heaven with opera like rocks
There lived dogs like fox
I saw a heaven covered with ice
Jumping from the bottom a plenty of mice
I saw a heaven with no dead end
thereMessages never reached were they were send
So in short I saw a heaven
But I don’t exactly remember when
poem by Bhupender Swarnakar
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There is nothing fantastic or ultradimansional about crab grass... unless you are an sf writer, in which case pretty soon you are viewing crab grass with suspicion. What are it's real motives And who sent it here in the first place It only looks like crab grass. That's what they want us to think it is. One day the crab grass suit will fall off and their true identity will be revealed. By then the Pentagon will be full of crab grass and it'll be too late. The crab grass, or what we took to be crab grass, will dictate terms.
quote by Philip K. Dick
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Snakes and cows
Foxes are cheats;
Snakes are venom;
Lions are cruel.
Are they all meant,
For that, to go to hell?
Cows are pious;
Deer are harmless;
Dogs are loyal.
Are they all meant,
For that, to go to heaven?
Some are by nature like snakes
And some are like cows.
26.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lush milk cow meads
Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk
but in summer haze,
in summer drought-
Earth grows 80s cool
blonde hair
wind waves hair
a grass hairdo unsettled
copious source
for white flow
creamy bland sweet
noone sees through it
preternatural drink
for a man but he
harvests fruits of beings
which he defeated
i hear a loud outrageous cry
startle the walls and trees
how dare you think of
human milk industry
cows moon-walk
on Earth's punk hairdo
agricultural marketing agency
lauded the moon-walk in elation.
poem by Michael Witkowski
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The Whale
The Whale is found in seas and oceans,
Indulging there in fishlike motions,
But Science shows that Whales are mammals,
Like Jersey cows, and goats, and camels.
When undisturbed, the Whale will browse
Like camels, goats, and Jersey cows,
On food that satisfies its tongue,
Thus making milk to feed its young.
Asking no costly hay and oats,
Like camels, Jersey cows, and goats,
The Whale, prolific milk producer,
Should be our cheapest lactic juicer.
Our milk should all come from the sea,
But who, I ask, would want to be—
And here the proposition fails—
The milkmaid to a herd of Whales?
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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September Grass
Well, the suns not so hot in the sky today
And you know I can see summertime slipping on away
A few more geese are gone, a few more leaves turning red
But the grass is as soft as a feather in a featherbed
So Ill be king and youll be queen
Our kingdoms gonna be this little patch of green
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down with me now
September grass
Oh the memory is like the sweetest pain
Yeah, I kissed the girl at a football game
I can still smell the sweat and the grass stains
We walked home together. I was never the same.
But that was a long time ago
And where is she now? I dont know
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down with me now
September grass
Oh, september grass is the sweetest kind
It goes down easy like apple wine
Hope you dont mind if I pour you some
Made that much sweeter by the winter to come
Do you see those ants dancing on a blade of grass?
Do you know what I know? thats you and me, baby
Were so small and the worlds so vast
We found each other down in the grass
Wont you lie down with me right here
September grass
Wont you lie down with me now
In this september grass
Lie down
Lie down
Lie down
Lie down
(repeat)
Wont you lie down here right now
In this september grass
Wont you lie down here now
In this september grass
song performed by by James Taylor
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Langwidge
'The flamin' cows!' 'e ses; 'e did, an' worse;
'Twas 'orrible the langwidge that 'e used.
It made me blood run cold to 'ear 'im curse;
An' me that taken-back-like an' confused;
W'ile them poor beasts 'e belted an' abused.
'They couldn't shift,' 'e ses, 'a blanky 'earse!
The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' You oughter 'eard 'im curse.
You would a bin that shocked. . . . An' the idear!
'Im usin' such remarks about a 'earse;
An' 'is own brother buried not a year.
'Not move a blanky 'earee!' 'e ses. My dear,
You 'ardly could imagine langwidge worse.
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' Wot would the parson say?
An' 'im so friendly-like with 'im an' 'er.
I pity 'er; I do, 'cos, in 'er way.
She is respectable. But 'i! It's fur
From me, as you well know, to cast a slur,
On anyone; but wot I 'eard that day. . . .
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' I know quite well that we
Ain't wot you'd call thin-skinned; and nasty pride
Is wot I never 'ad.... But 'er! ... W'y she
She's allus that stuck-up an' full o' side;
A sorter thing I never could abide.
An' all the time 'er 'usband.... Goodness me!
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' O' course 'e never knowed
That I was list'nin' to 'im all the w'ile.
'E muster bin a full hour on the road;
An', Lord, you could 'a' 'eard 'im for a mile.
Jes' cos they stuck 'im in that boggy sile:
'If they ain't blanky swine,' 'e ses, 'I'm blowed!
The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' W'y, if it 'ad occurred,
An' me not 'eard, I'd 'ardly think it true.
An', you know well, I wouldn't breathe a word
Against a livin' soul, I don't care 'oo;
Not if the Queen of Hingland arst me to.
But, oh! that langwidge! If you only 'eard!
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' 'e ses,, an' more besides.
An' fancy! 'Im! To think that 'e would swear!
W'y 'Blarst!' 'e sez... Yes! 'Blarst the'r blanky 'ides!'
(Oh, you may well throw up your 'ands an' stare!)
Yes - 'Blarst,' 'e ses, 'the'r blanky 'ides an' 'air!
I'll out the blanky skin off er the'r sides!
The flamin' cows!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Rain Drops
Here comes the grey clouds
rolling in,
Spreading rain all over the
town.
Rain drops help to moisten
the earth's beautiful green
grass.
Sidewalks once dusty are
washed and cleaned.
Rivers and lakes are given
plenty more water.
Fishes swim around happy
beneath the rain drops,
creating millions of ripples
upon the water.
Flowers and plants no longer
Thirst,
Even trees and bushes seem
to dance after a good drink
of water,
Animals get their fill of
water too.
Just Like a shower,
Rain drops clean and
cleanse everything,
Leaving the earth refreshed
and renewed.
After the storm has passed,
The sun shines spreading its
warmth.
Rain drops that are left behind
on Flowers, plants, trees and
grass,
It is like heaven for many insects
to fill their thirsty little
mouths.
Without clouds we would have no
rain drops,
Without rain drops everything would
never be the same.
poem by Derek James
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Heaven
Heaven is waking to see your love.
Heaven is seeing blue skies above.
Heaven is hearing your child's laugh.
Heaven is observing a newborn calf.
Heaven is touching the sea with your toes.
Heaven is smelling the salty air with your nose.
Heaven is tasting the food you love best.
Heaven is napping or taking a rest.
Heaven is crying the tears that you need.
Heaven is doing a friend a good deed.
Heaven is music that gives you a lift.
Heaven is not some faraway gift
that comes when you finish your life.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Countin' The Cows Ev'ry Day
Oh i'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand
Never seen nothin' majestic or grand
I just received a great big tax return
Now i'm off to las vegas with money to burn
It's been a while since i last left this town
Bought a new suit and i'm nevada bound
Gonna make it, gonna break it, i've been there before
Nothin's gone wrong, this town's such a bore
Chorus:
Aw, the train leaves at seven, all go to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'cause that las vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
Chorus:
Yeah, the train leaves at seven, on up to heaven
Nothin' here to make me stay
'cause that las vegas glitter sure beats kitty litter
Countin' the cows every day
And countin' the cows every day
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Grass
Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire
You play hard to get
cause youre teachers pet
But when the boats have gone
Well take a tumble excuse for a fumble
Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass
If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone
Your mate has gone she didnt want to be alone
I will pounce on you
Just us and the cuckoos
You are helpless now
Over and over we flatten the clover
Shocked me too the things we used to do on grass
It would shock you too the things we used to do on grass
Grass, grass.
Things we did on grass
song performed by by Xtc
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