french Fries -context-2nd World War-1940-fall Of France
An owl hoots, hoots, hoots, hoots
A dog barks, barks, barks, barks
Then some boots, boots, boots, boots
Uproots, uproots, uproots, uproots
The night lurks, lurks, lurks, lurks
Red wines bespatter,
French fries berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
As the tall neighbours jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
There rents the air some surrealists
The face of renaissance recaptured nationalists
No ikebana for my darling in Paris
As scenaries take on cemetaries
And greenaries take on apothecaries
Some invitations dugging heccatomb
Our menu-guns, missiles, mortar and a bomb.
Some toddler girls hanging for apricots
Uproar the gargantuan mascots
Come bigots,
Come faggots,
All yield in to the zealots
Ablaze relaxes a man
In some shabby agonized catamaran
His cries laughed away;
His worries withered away;
Is he the last to give in?
For Paris to Berlin.
04/03/2009
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Boots
INFANTRY COLUMNS
We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Don't--don't--don't--don't--look at what's in front of you.
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again);
Men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
Try--try--try--try--to think o' something different --
Oh--my--God--keep--me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!
Count--count--count--count--the bullets in the bandoliers.
If--your--eyes--drop--they will get atop o' you!
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again) --
There's no discharge in the war!
We--can--stick--out--'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But--not--not--not--not the chronic sight of 'em --
Boot--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
'Taint--so--bad--by--day because o' company,
But night--brings--long--strings--o' forty thousand million
Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again.
There's no discharge in the war!
I--'ave--marched--six--weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It--is--not--fire--devils, dark, or anything,
But boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again,
An' there's no discharge in the war!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Ten Percenter
Im just another ten percenter
My mind is like an ocean
My mind is like an ocean
Im hanging in the harbor
Im just drifting letting out the line
Im letting out the drifting line
Im just tyring to a guy
Whos hailing from ann arbor
Im a jerk
And its good
Getting perk
Yeah, I would
Im a jerk
If you got cotton mouth
You better have some water
Sucking syrup and soda
Youre going to just get hotter
But if you want to wile awhile
But if you want to wile awhile
Oh suck a syrup and soda
Oh dance oh sons and daughters
Im a jerk
And its good
Getting perk
Yeah, I would
Im a jerk
If you got cotton mouth
My mind is like an ocean
My mind is like an ocean
My mind is like an ocean
Im a jerk
Making jerk
Soda jerk
And its good
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
Jerk
song performed by by Frank Black
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Forever in Boots
Swimming costume, bib and tucker
Stonewashed jeans or three-piece suits
Never going to be, a tidy looker
I am the man, forever in boots
Funerals, parties or weddings
Working days or evening pursuits
Planting flowers in their beddings
I am the man, forever in boots
I want to be forever in boots
I wear boots on land or sea
I can be a miserable old coot
If you hide my boots from me
In the ring wearing boxing boots
On a horse in my riding boots
At the riverside in Wellington boots
Happy to be the man, forever in boots
Man forever in boots
Seeks woman, to be his puss in boots
For country hikes, in walking boots
Eternal happiness, both; forever in boots
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Spanish Boots
(beck, stewart, wood)
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
Long spanish boots on a so long!
I took a day job in bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
High spanish boots on a so long!
Dig it
I took a spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, mr. nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said so long!
Laced up my high boots and so long!
Goodbye
... am on a job you see
cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots on and so long!
Put on my boots and said so long!
Those old spanish boots
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Nervous Breakdown
Im about to have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I dont get the hell outta here
Im gonna go berserk, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
Always talk the same old talk
The same old lies
You see the way I am
You stop anytime you can, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Hm going berserk
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Nervous Breakdown
Im about to have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I dont get the hell outta here
Im gonna go berserk, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
Always talk the same old talk
The same old lies
You see the way I am
You stop anytime you can, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Hm going berserk
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Nervous Breakdown
Im about to have a nervous breakdown
My head really hurts
If I dont get the hell outta here
Im gonna go berserk, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
Always talk the same old talk
The same old lies
You see the way I am
You stop anytime you can, cause
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
Im crazy and Im hurt
Head on my shoulders
Im going berserk
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Neutered Boots
Neutered Boots,
Looked at me as if I knew...
The agony of losing,
Jewels once cherished.
Like a bonding of a maleness,
Had been sliced and diced.
And I was petting him gently...
Just trying to be nice.
But Boots had never been kneed,
In the groin.
Or have an affection wished dismissed,
By someone close Boots had lived with.
Boots is a kitten!
He'll get over it.
However...
Not too many other cats,
Will come to appreciate...
Where Boots is at.
And Boots will have to learn that...
On his own!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pious
Shoots, boots, roots, loots, hoots, moots, coots, foots, toots;
And like thw indow of Pious facing that of yours!
For the rains have set in and you are ready for love,
But try to respect the muse of nature in times like this.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Jerk Star! !
I tried to write a song yesterday
And i came up with some random lines
I thought they were some great stuff
Of which people won't get enough
I had fantasies as a rock star
singing: 'so close no matter how far
But daddy smiled, and said: 'NOWAY'
And mom turned and yield at me:
' You're a jerk star' they said to me (oh yeaaaaaaah)
' You're a jerk star' they yield at me (oh noooooooo)
I didn't care and i carried on
And showed the song to the guys in my zone
Still don't know why they run away
And she broke with me right away
All i was trying to do
Was to write a song and to be 'cool'
But no one gave me a chance
And they all agreed it was 'nonsense'
' You're a jerk star' they said to me (oh yeaaaaaaah)
' You're a jerk star' they yield at me (oh noooooooo)
poem by Abdelmajid Seghir
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Two Little Boots
TWO little boots all rough an' wo',
Two little boots!
Laws, I's kissed 'em times befo',
Dese little boots!
Seems de toes a-peepin' thoo
Dis hyeah hole an' sayin' 'Boo!'
Evah time dey looks at you —
Dese little boots.
Membah de time he put 'em on,
Dese little boots;
Riz an' called fu' 'em by dawn,
Dese little boots;
Den he tromped de livelong day,
Laffin' in his happy way,
Evaht'ing he had to say,
'My little boots!'
Kickin' de san' de whole day long,
Dem little boots;
Good de cobblah made 'em strong,
Dem little boots!
Rocks was fu' dat baby's use,
I'on had to stan' abuse
W'en you tu'ned dese champeens loose
Dese little boots!
Ust to make de ol' cat cry,
Dese little boots;
Den you walked it mighty high,
Proud little boots!
Ahms akimbo, stan'in' wide,
Eyes a-sayin' 'Dis is pride!'
Den de manny-baby stride!
You little boots.
Somehow, you don' seem so gay,
Po' little boots,
Sence yo' ownah went erway,
Po' little boots!
Yo' bright tops don' look so red,
Dese brass tips is dull an' dead;
'Goo'-by,' whut de baby said;
Deah little boots!
Ain't you kin' o' sad yo'se'f,
You little boots?
Dis is all his mammy's lef',
Two little boots.
Sence huh baby gone an' died,
Heav'n itse'f hit seem to hide
Des a little bit inside
Two little boots.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Big Boots
(words & music by wayne - edwards)
They call your daddy big boots
And big boots is his name
It takes a big man to wear big boots
Thats your daddys claim to fame
They know your daddy big boots
Wherever soldiers are
cause he can handle an armored tank
Just like a kiddy can
So sleep little soldier
Dont you cry
Loo loo loo loo
Loo loo loo
General sandmans soon coming by
Loo loo loo loo
Loo loo loo
Im gonna tell you a little secret
You wont believe its true
Did you know your
Daddy big boots
Once wore little boots like you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Only Way To Do It With All Respect Is To Leave....
all these rusty things,
door knobs, and keys
spoons and
tin plates
gates of iron and
lamp posts
the stove that mother
used
the knife that father kept
rust that smells
failures
and falling and
hitting
the bottom of the truth
the one that sinks
and settles
making you see all those passing
moments
rusting relationships
sour or salty feelings
you jerk
for the first time but you cannot just jerk and jerk forever
no one must tremble permanently
one relaxes
and the only way to do it with
full respect is just to leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When the dog barks
When the dog barks
Don’t crack, I remark
Watch your back
Maybe it is about to attack
A dog is commonly your loyal slave
But your master when it is brave
It can be your best friend
It can be your worst enemy
When the dog barks
Get ready on your mark
It senses you in the dark
When the dog barks
And you don’t talk back
It will sense the courage you lack
When the dog barks
You may need to give it a whack
To set it on the right track
Before it embarks
On a mission with its mates in a pack
When the dog bites
You must put up a fight
When the dog bites
Think hard, do what is right
When the dog whines
Even you should know it’s not fine
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Cool Jerk
Cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk
This cat theyre talking about
I wonder who could it be
cause I know Im the heaviest cat
The heaviest cat you ever did see
When you see me walking down the street
And they clapping and they speak
All the business they wish to whisper it
But they know Im the king of the cool jerks
Ah ha ha
Look at them guys looking at me like Im a fool
Ah but deep down inside they know Im cool
I said now,
I said now the moment of truth has finally come
When I was gonna do some, some of that cool jerk
All right, now I want to hear a little bit
Of the drums by himself here
All right, now I want to hear a little bit of
A bass with those eighty-eights
All right, now lets hear the organ player fall in
All right now everybody, I wanna hear you howl
Ah youre cooking, youre smoking
Come on people can you do it?
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Dysfunctional Family
Everywhere I go
I feel like everybody knows
Does it really show?
My mom is berserk
My dad is a jerk
They make this family so broken
Even when nothings been spoken
They fight, they bite, they yell!
I feel like everyone can tell!
Why do they have to be this way?
Why can’t they see this isn’t working?
Why can’t they see that this Family
Needs some major reworking?
I feel like everyone has to pay
When they fight…
Sometimes they fight all day and night!
I wish they could see the light!
I want them to see how blighted they
Have made this family…
I just want to tell them to
STOP IT AND DROP IT
But I’m afraid what would happen
I’ve already paid too much
To do such a thing…
I guess they’ll just go on fighting
And I guess I must listen
As they turn this once functional family
In to a dysfunctional one…
poem by Amanda Benoit
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When a dog barks at the moon, then it is religion; but when he barks at strangers, it is patriotism!
quote by David Starr Jordan
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If the dog barks, go in; if the bitch barks you had better stay outside.
Always Remember
always remember that when
a fake dog
takes a poise on your sofa
at the middle of your
living room
or your study
try looking
try listening carefully
it never barks.
it is your silly puppy without a mommy
that barks
in the mirror. barking at its image
waggling its tail
the fake ones
do not bark, remember that, and i know that you know
that i know about this plasticity
between us.
it is you that barks
almost every morning when i begin to write a poem
and all the while for years and years
i have always been silent.
that is the difference between us.
and let me tell the obvious. do not be hurt.
i am fake and you are true.you are angry and i never was once.
you breathe. i don't anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Barks of Trees are best gathered in the Spring, if it be of great Trees, as Oaks or the like, because then they come easiest off, and so you may dry them if you please, but indeed your best way is to gather all Barks only for present use.
quote by Nicholas Culpeper
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