Silver Weapons
oyster forks
steak knives
silver plated weapons
further cutting up lives
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Grandma's Silver
You met me
and I had given up.
You met me
and I took out the good china
from Grandma's hutch;
her gold-plated knives, forks and spoons
and the silver,
toasting you
that summer night
had both of us playing house.
I was the gourmet cook,
you were eating hearty
and wolfed down lustily my heart;
made me forget giving up
for giving it up
happily;
mostly from memory
and you were kind enough
not to notice
how awkwardly
and how long
my breathing took
to run to smooth.
It was the conversation
I believe
late into the night
that over-came me
re-mending those broken heart pieces
which laid themselves out carefully
on my dining room
table;
festooned
with grandma's
silver and gold-plated spoons.
We have gone on now through
paper, wood
and silver anniversaries;
golden
on our horizon;
nearing fifty years.
Thanks Grandma
for the silver-ware
and for him.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Magnet and the Churn
A MAGNET hung in a hardware shop,
And all around was a loving crop
Of scissors and needles, nails and knives,
Offering love for all their lives;
But for iron the Magnet felt no whim,
Though he charmed iron, it charmed not him,
From needles and nails and knives he'd turn,
For he'd set his love on a Silver Churn!
His most aesthetic,
Very magnetic
Fancy took this turn -
"If I can wheedle
A knife or needle,
Why not a Silver Churn?"
And Iron and Steel expressed surprise,
The needles opened their well-drilled eyes,
The pen-knives felt "shut up," no doubt,
The scissors declared themselves "cut out,"
The kettles they boiled with rage, 'tis said,
While every nail went off its head,
And hither and thither began to roam,
Till a hammer came up - and drove it home,
While this magnetic
Peripatetic
Lover he lived to learn,
By no endeavour,
Can Magnet ever
Attract a Silver Churn!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Kind Knives
Sweet and nice
Can be like knives
But not your personality
for it is like a butterfly
Landing gently
Traveling swiftly
Cutting through the air
With those beautiful wings
For thats why your personality
Is not like knives but like a butterfly
poem by Jonathan Kjaer
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Desperate Andy
He always holds on to his girlfriend
Thats where he likes to be
He like to wear the ball
And the chain on his neck
A false sense of security
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
He used to be a closet biker they say
A 1957 bsa
He used to collect writing paper
They wonder wonder wonder
Wonder wonder of
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la
Isnt it dandy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
The word is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get laid
And get whatever you want to
The world is your oyster
The world is yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
song performed by by Cranberries
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Canned Peaches
When we got to eat...
We ate spinach, peas and beets,
With sweet canned peaches!
No steak was plated!
But we knew the taste of it,
When mom fixed us cornbread.
And mama said,
Biscuits dripping dumplings...
May be next!
And on Sundays...
We thanked the Lord that week,
We even got fed!
When it came to treats,
We licked the spoon
That dipped those sweet canned peaches!
We loved them more,
Than probably we should.
But they tasted real good!
And on Sundays...
We thanked the Lord that week,
We even got fed!
A love for those canned peaches...
Is 'still' in my head!
When we got to eat...
We ate spinach, peas and beets,
With sweet canned peaches!
No steak was plated!
But we knew the taste of it,
When mom fixed us cornbread.
And mama said,
Biscuits dripping dumplings...
May be next!
But those canned peaches,
By themselves were best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening the use of nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves.
quote by Martin Amis
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Cutting It Fine
The door swings open but you wont go it
You hate the movie that you havent seen
You couldnt see what I have in mind
I see you laughing but youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
You never should have done those things to me
Theres one thread left tween you and history
And while our temperature is rising high
Im warning you that you are
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
You gambled all on one important game
Now take the debt and dont complain
Your game was up, I saw it all the time
I saw that vice, girl, youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Your sole advisor watch out for yourself
You never listen to anyone else
You were the one who ignored the signs
Dancing on a fine line
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
song performed by by Asia
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Steak Number 3
[parody of mistake no. 3 by culture club]
The first steak I ordered,
It wasnt very hot.
I had to send it back,
Let em have one more shot.
But the second steak I ordered,
Well it was lousy too.
Now I really hate to say it,
But theres one thing that you gotta do.
Make me steak number three, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
Make me steak number three, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Make me steak number three.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Silver And Gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Silver & Gold
Words and Music by Johnny Marks.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On ev'ry Christmas tree.
Silver, silver and gold
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Wise men brought gifts to the mange I'm told
Mary was humble to see
Shepherds and kings there on bended knees
It's silver and gold, silver and gold
Feeling the world with their lives
Silver and gold how they shimmer on ev'ry Christmas night
On ev'ry Christmas night
Silver, silver and gold
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Forks Over Knives
Joey Aucoin, Neal Barnard, Gene Baur, San'Dera Brantley-Nation, Junshi Chen, Mac Danzig, Connie Diekman
by Lee Fulkerson from Forks Over Knives (2010)
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Over Priced
Your dreams of wealth have all come true
A house two cars a pool
You’ve ceased to be a common man
And become a wealthy fool
You traded in the ones you loved
For vodka punch with orange slices
But you purchased silver plated lead
At Sterling Silver prices
poem by Matthew Temple
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Shadblow
Because the shad
are swimming
in our waters now,
breaching the skin
of the river with their
tarnished silvery fins,
heading upstream
straight for our tables
where already
knives and forks gleam
in anticipation, these trees
in the woods break
into flower--small, white
flags surrendering
to the season.
poem by Linda Pastan
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Obscene Procession
Cant you see em, in obscene procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, theyre violent and insane
Pink and wobbling with all their possessions
They live on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief pills and all.
Dont you love them?
They make life hell here
And think theres heaven above em.
Cant you hear em in obscene procession?
Its called talking, its how they betray their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.
Cant you smell em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and those little refreshments
Hung in their cars and wardrobes and all
Dont you hate
Those full of hot air
They need their warfare
To deflate em.
Animals beware
Knives and forks that glare
Never trust those staring humans
Being the worst
Especially when theyre hungry.
Animals beware
Knives and forks so bare
Never trust those staring humans
Being the worst
Especially when theyre hungry
They make each other hungry
Theres no need to be hungry
Not today.
Cant you see em, in obscene procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush their only children to the floor
Arent you glad that I told you about them?
Arent you glad you never evolved up any more?
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Obscene Procession
Cant you see em, in obscene procession?
Clad in fox fur all cocky, theyre violent and insane
Pink and wobbling with all their possessions
They live on junk food and tv and booze
And bottles of pain relief pills and all.
Dont you love them?
They make life hell here
And think theres heaven above em.
Cant you hear em in obscene procession?
Its called talking, its how they betray their closest friends.
Cough and wheezing, they dribble pretension,
Slimy tongues tell the truth which they love to bash and bend.
Cant you smell em in obscene procession?
Stink of bacon, defoliants, [fear/beer] and [small cigars/swastikas]
Whips and semen, adulterous confessions,
Mixed with money and those little refreshments
Hung in their cars and wardrobes and all
Dont you hate
Those full of hot air
They need their warfare
To deflate em.
Animals beware
Knives and forks that glare
Never trust those staring humans
Being the worst
Especially when theyre hungry.
Animals beware
Knives and forks so bare
Never trust those staring humans
Being the worst
Especially when theyre hungry
They make each other hungry
Theres no need to be hungry
Not today.
Cant you see em, in obscene procession?
Fat and pompous, they crush their only children to the floor
Arent you glad that I told you about them?
Arent you glad you never evolved up any more?
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fun With Knives
Blood, guts
Fun with knives
Blood, guts
Fun with knives
Die, die, die, die for me
And i'll die for you
Won't you die for me?
And i'll die for you
Just like jesus christ
Just like all their lies
Just like roses red
Just like roses dead
Just like you and me
Just like insanity
Just like jesus christ
Just like all their lies
Embryonic symbiotic flash in your eyes
Cutting through flesh with a rusty knife
Neurotic psychotic waves in your mind
Sheering open wounds with bloody knife
Embryonic symbiotic flash in your eyes
Cutting through flesh with a rusty knife
Neurotic psychotic waves in your mind
Sheering open wounds with bloody, rusty knife
Blood, guts, fun with knives
Die for me, and i'll die for you
Won't you die for me?
And i'll die for you
Just like jesus christ
Just like all their lies
Just like you and me
Just like insanity
Embryonic symbiotic flash in your eyes
Cutting through flesh with a rusty knife
Neurotic psychotic waves in your mind
Sheering open wounds with rusty, bloody knife
Blood, guts, fun with knives
Die for me and i'll die for you
Don't you die for me?
And i'll die for you
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Piggies
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all those little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
And they always have clean shirts to play around in.
And in their styes with all their backing
They dont care what goes on around
And in their eyes theres something lacking
What they needs a damm good whacking.
Yeah, everywhere theres lots of piggies
Playing piggy pranks
And you can see them on their trotters
Down at the piggy banks
Paying piggy thanks
To thee pig brother
- everybody: -
Everywhere theres lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon.
One more time!
song performed by by George Harrison
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No gain without pain
Christmas shopping.
Again, the pain,
a thought so stark
will I even get
into the car park?
I only needed
to nip in,
a quick purchase
to make.
T'was deer steak
I wanted.
Oh dear, it's raining.
So I made a quick dash
oh, that was rash,
no deer steak
just rain
and a beef steak
to boot.
So I'll stay mute
about Christmas shopping.
poem by George BernardBloodyShaw
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Appy Oyster for M lady Tara
I are a ‘apply little oyster,
just lurking in me shell.
lying on the ocean bed
suits me very well.
I don’t go far from where I are,
cos I am quite attached.
I lets me foughts go wandering
and as done since I ‘atched
.
No matter where they wander.
matter where they roam.
They don’t have far to look for me,
cos I’m a stay at home.
The oddest foughts go frough me head,
while safe beneaf the drink.
Cos when you can’t go very far,
you ‘as to sit and fink.
I wonder can a ‘addock sing?
or a codling ride a bike?
Are mussels ever muscle bound, ?
do crabs come out on strike?
I’m a native of these waters
that’s all I claim to be
a’appy little oyster
wot lives beneaf the sea
.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard
It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --
Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --
poem by Emily Dickinson
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