I assert that every man is a partialist; that nature secures him as an instrument by self-conceit, preventing the tendencies to religion and science; and now further assert, that, each man's genius being nearly and affectionately explored, he is justified in his individuality, as his nature is found to be immense; and now I add that every man is a universalist also, and, as our earth, whilst it spins on its own axis, spins all the time around the sun through the celestial spaces, so the least of its rational children, the most dedicated to his private affair, works out, though as it were under a disguise, the universal problem. We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field, goes through every point of pumpkin history.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The Whole World Spins (Rondelet)
The whole world spins
when you are on a carousel,
the whole world spins
on its axis from the begin
while all on earth is going well,
and children do laugh play and yell;
the whole world spins.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hymn Of The Big Wheel (disc 2)
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
There's a hole in my soul like a cavity
Seems the world is out to gather just by gravity
The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging
Look my son the weather is changing
I'd like to feel that you could be free
Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree
Sometime again
You'll turn green and the sea turns red
My son I said the power of reflections over my head
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze
Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone
Down within the shadows where the factories drone
On the surface of the wheel they build another town
And so the green come tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And i'll show you sunset sometime again
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
As a child solemn pray my hope hides in disguise
While satellites and cameras watch from the skies
An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea
It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me
And all the king's men cannot put it back again
But the ghetto sun will nurture life
And mend my soul sometime again
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
(x2
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Hymn Of The Big Wheel
Horace andy
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
Theres a hole in my soul like a cavity
Seems the world is out to gather just by gravity
The wheel keeps turning the skys rearranging
Look my son the weather is changing
Id like to feel that you could be free
Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree
Sometime again
Youll turn green and the sea turns red
My son I said the power of ? ? ? s over my head
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
We sang about the sun and danced about the trees
And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze
Will you cry ? ? ? in a lead-free zone
Down within the shadows where the factories drone
On the surface of the wheel they build another town
And so the green come tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And Ill show you sunset sometime again
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
As a child solemn pray my hope hides in disguise
While satellites and cameras watch from the skies
An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea
It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me
And all the kings men cannot put it back again
But the ghetto sun will nurture life
And mend my soul sometime again
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes
(x2)
song performed by by Massive Attack
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Pumpkin Parade
The pungent smell of autumn
With the air so crisp and cool
Golden leaves tumble to the ground
A time for nature’s renewal
The pumpkins are harvested
When autumn time appears
They are ripe and ready
For the parade we all revere
Horses are hooked up
To wagons and carts
Folks all pile in
And we’re ready to start
Aren’t they just beautiful?
The pumpkins I mean
Every size shade and style
It’s a sweet autumn dream
The air is so fresh
The time is so right
It’s a pumpkin parade
What a beautiful sight!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Halloween In April{for The Kids Of The Hall}
in a window, sat a pumpkin of light
to thrill the kids with fear and fright
to gaurd the candy, of halloweens eve
and prove that halloween, is no make believe
his grin was toothy, off and large
and you could see him from way, out in the yard
kids would walk by
but they wouldnt stop
there were safer places, to candy shop
but no matter where you were
in this new neighborhood
you could see that pumpkin
really good
framed by darkness of the shrill october night
his white hot candle, was the only night
but one brave kid, walking by
got too close
and could see the pumpkins eyes
and to this day
that one kid does swear
that pumpkin screamed
its halloween all year! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
there you go kids of the hall.be chill and eat burger king for lunch for me, less you live on amelia island, where our burger king is torn down, then eat mcdonalds.
poem by Chris Bowen
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Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowlege: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science.
quote by Charles Darwin
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Tell Me If You Can!
Love nobody rejects because it gives joyful comfort!
Friendship everybody loves as it gives joyful company!
Beauty everybody enjoys as it gives cheerful mood!
Nature nobody can avoid as it gives inspiration and joy!
So, between religion and Nature which one will you choose?
Nature is the source for religion, philosophy, art and science!
When this is so what makes man destroy Nature, tell me!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Poles Apart?
…poles apart ? ? ?
A poem by Sivan PG Menon
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Poles, diverse…
Away…Distant…..
Draws …. One to one..…
conscience …Universal …
Earth…. its axis, an ardent vision…
Spins…
Infuses light …. Darkness….seasons’…..
In furious jolts …
Virulent high tides …and low ones…
…sea changes… Eerie calm…..awe inspiring …
Nature, sublime..
Guides….
Mentor…creator and the destructor….
*‘ Srishti.. Sthithi.. Samhara’….
Motives, never revealed....
As in man … ‘poles apart’
But…act Balancing ! ! ! ! !
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Sivan PG Menon
3rd Aug 2008
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•Srishti.Sthithi. Samhara.
•Indian mythological elements on Creation.Existence. Destruction
poem by Sivan P.G Menon
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There Is A Reason For Everything
nothing happens by random
like the atoms
there is a central axis
a point where
everything revolves
and spins
in our case we call it
God
without Whom
there is no meaning
to this
revolution
to this circular wham
without beginnings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Melancholy Cold
The frost is on the pumpkin
and the scarecrows taken down.
The bleakness of the winter
is coming to my town.
The fowl are flying V shapes
to warmer climes than here
for the frost is on the pumpkin.
Soon icicles will appear.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Safe And Sound
Safe is the place of our realm,
Invited to there are some,
Some who still say they are fine,
The very few in the world to define.
Goodness has a social traitor,
A foe or bully, an enemy not to enter.
The genius has great and good experience,
Who spins heavy blows at science.
A science is the safety of our race.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I will go further, and assert that nature without culture can often do more to deserve praise than culture without nature.
Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Get Up & Jump
Get up and jump, get up and jump, get up, get up, get up and jump
Jump on up
Jump on down
Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around
Jump the day away
Jump all over town
cos jumpin is o.k. in a jumpin kinda way, hey hey!
Jump a boy
Jump a girl
Jump a rope
Jump for joy
Just dont stop jumpin
Keep your heart muscle pumpin
Hillel be jumpin on that little baby frumpkin
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
When youre just standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs gettin a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Dont you know theyre jumpin foos, jump you!
Jump a nun
Jump a jack
Jump for fun
Jump back
Hows about us jumpin in the sack?
And now, its time for a jump attack
Get up and jump (x8)
Jam bob, jim bob, slim bob boogie
To the tune of slima billy
Lookin like youre mighty silly
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Mister mexican jumpin bean knows
His fun is skeaky clean
Christ, howd ya think that he got so clean?
Not from sittin on his goddamn spleen. get up!
Oh, I be jumpin I be jumpin I be jumpin alone
I be jumpin for the phone
I be jumpin misses jones
I really wanna jump on kinskis bones
Get up and jump (x8)
Get up and jump (x8)
Jam bob, jim bob, slim bob boogie
To the tune of slima billy
Lookin like youre mighty silly
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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The Atheist And The Acorn
Methinks this World is oddly made,
And ev'ry thing's amiss,
A dull presuming Atheist said,
As stretch'd he lay beneath a Shade;
And instanced in this:
Behold, quoth he, that mighty thing,
A Pumpkin, large and round,
Is held but by a little String,
Which upwards cannot make it spring,
Or bear it from the Ground.
Whilst on this Oak, a Fruit so small,
So disproportion'd, grows;
That, who with Sence surveys this All,
This universal Casual Ball,
Its ill Contrivance knows.
My better Judgment wou'd have hung
That Weight upon a Tree,
And left this Mast, thus slightly strung,
'Mongst things which on the Surface sprung,
And small and feeble be.
No more the Caviller cou'd say,
Nor farther Faults descry;
For, as he upwards gazing lay,
An Acorn, loosen'd from the Stay,
Fell down upon his Eye.
Th' offended Part with Tears ran o'er,
As punish'd for the Sin:
Fool! had that Bough a Pumpkin bore,
Thy Whimseys must have work'd no more,
Nor Scull had kept them in.
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Daddys Little Pumpkin
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Why its quarter past eleven
And youre sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
You must of swallowed a candle
Or some other kind of surprise
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
Im going down to memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in memphis
Want to see how long my money will last
Im going downtown
Im gonna to rattle somebodys cage
Im going downtown
Im gonna rattle somebodys cage
Im gonna beat on my guitar
And strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming
Dont tell her that her daddys in jail
If you see my baby coming
Dont you tell her that her daddys in jail
Shed sell her little pumpkin just to raise
Her sweet daddys bail
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddys little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You never do nothing
To save your doggone soul.
song performed by by John Prine
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The Elementary Scene
Looking back in my mind I can see
The white sun like a tin plate
Over the wooden turning of the weeds;
The street jerking --a wet swing--
To end by the wall the children sang.
The thin grass by the girls' door,
Trodden on, straggling, yellow and rotten,
And the gaunt field with its one tied cow--
The dead land waking sadly to my life--
Stir, and curl deeper in the eyes of time.
The rotting pumpkin under the stairs
Bundled with switches and the cold ashes
Still holds for me, in its unwavering eyes,
The stinking shapes of cranes and witches,
Their path slanting down the pumpkin's sky.
Its stars beckon through the frost like cottages
(Homes of the Bear, the Hunter--of that absent star,
The dark where the flushed child struggles into sleep)
Till, leaning a lifetime to the comforter,
I float above the small limbs like their dream:
I, I, the future that mends everything.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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Histhorrified
history is wasted, crucified by quantity
electrocuted. individuality and identity
old wives' tales lost to posterity
eye, has witnessed change of scene
I scream from a poet's ironic tower
searching for attention, create another dimension
arty imagination, solopsistic view, nature gone awry
in the field of electronics, sailing upon the waves
history, come apace, looks me in the face
did you know in days of olde there were not as many
some were often crueler than history
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Do You Feel
(olivia newton-john)
Do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
Do you love me the way that I love you
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
The stars above are like my love
You never need to doubt it
Oh are we real or is this a dream
Tell me now oh tell me now
Is it all that it seems
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
The world is a wonderful place
It spins around and spins around
And spins around in space
The world has a magic about it
And though I try theres so much i
Will never know about it
Oh do you feel the way I do
Tell me now oh tell me now
I need to know that its true
Oh do you feel the way I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel the same way
Do you feel the same way that I do
Do you feel like I do
I need to know
I need to know
Do you feel like I do
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Spirits
A tree is built by the one who loves,
The flowers climb from the earth
As the clouds weep, letting the ground grow.
The encounter with a spirit is like a clash;
Fully hating, very angry,
It works like the nature around
But betrays you as soon as you do not recognise Nature.
Why do you forget the love of nature?
Where is the bright rose with its various hues?
Why is the weather so plain?
The spirits have now contaminated the soul,
One must avoid this world,
The world of genius ghosts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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