Tart
Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville
Oranges roll in the gutter
And you pick them up
And peel back the skin
To the red fruit within
But the flavour is
Tart
And the flavour is
Tart
Is it something you crave?
And you say that you only feel bitterness
When you know it's a lie, lie, lie
Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips
They stain your hand, press too hard
They'll colour your lips
But the flavour is
Tart
And the flavour is
Tart
Is it something you crave?
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
Repeat chorus
Odd, where nothing else grows
It was something like love that she chose
Always a creature of habit
When pity would do
She wore down that heel with no feeling
She kept on her shoes
Repeat chorus
Nylon was hung from a peg
And a kohl black seam ran down her leg
Fishermen look for their nets
And send their regrets
The bug lay there broken
She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?"
But the flavour is
Tart
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Yes I Am Fat
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
And I love my hats
Sometimes I wish my hair was wrapped in a plat
I got two Siamese cats and I always dress smart
But let me put this right from the start
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
This is a message for all you love rats
I may crave once in a while for brown chocolat
But I do I have appreciation for the finer art
Sometimes I let out a big fat fart
Sometimes I have a full shopping cart
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
I have a big bum - I got curve infinity
I have big breasts - I got breast immunity
Though my bum is round and never flat
I got the purest of dignity all you love rats
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
Sometimes I get scorned or made fun at
But you need to check out my stats
I am intelligent, respectful and not a brat
I go to work and pay my dutiful vat
So do you want a chit chat?
Or do you want to take out your baseball bat
You see I can engage in any immortal combat,
on any wrestling mat and come out without taking a scat
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
So many have looked and spat
As if I smell and don't take a bath
I was born fat
And such is that
Respect me and I give tit for tat
Please don't make jest at
I do like when I get winked at
You see, even the fat have a heart
At times I feel pain as if I have been pierced with a dart
Yes I am fat
I have to plot my own life chart
And accept myself until death does me apart
By telling me when it is time to depart
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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chocolate tart XD
oh choco oh chocolate oh choco oh chocolate tart,
you pull me up when i am small you kiss my feet when i am tall oh chocolate tart you are in my heart and always will be! !
Or until i EAT you
Love you chocolate tart
mmmmm....................
Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being. And a subtle flavour - we're more like celery as a flavour.
quote by Mike Myers
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Try, Try, Try
Pop tart, what's the matter?
Did you lose what you're after?
For your tears, I'm still singing
for your fears, I am ringing
from Houston on downer buzz
like you said, it's just because
you'll detonate your long lost kisses
wished on the eve of forgotten blessings
start your way for some new impression
try to hold on
for this heart, a little bit stronger
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
for this heart's never been broken
so try to hold on
try to hold on
pop tart, did you flatter?
When they spoke of my disasters
at thirteen I lost my compass
but I'm sure it's all accomplished
as desires on my ghost trains
like you said, when it rains
it pours down the back of the bitter son
desperate for love and loves everyone
in my mother's arms no simple harm
conspires to hold on
for this heart, a little bit closer
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
and we know if we go under
we just can't let go
no, no
pop tart, will it matter?
If I lose and just shatter
will you cry, and keep crying
will I die, and keep dying
in Tokyo, with sad tragic blues
like you said it's how you use
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Papa Luv It A. K. A Poppa Luv It
Intro:
I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do, yknowimsayin
Mmm,
(do you want to be a player) yeah
(then you got to have that flavour)
More of that mr.smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, yknow
(do you got to be right) second move yknowimsayin?
(at all times? ) yeah, all the time, all good
Verse 1:
Uhh, thats the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
Its another one (damn, not another one) yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(so what you tellin me youre too smooth to pop? )
If it pops should I stop fore it drops?
Who knows? who goes? who flows?
Me and you? (yeah) just remember boo
(I promise Ill remember) everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond
Chorus:
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player? ) uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(then you got to have that flavour) yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right)
(at all times) papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*
Verse 2:
Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
Now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (no doubt) all the time, miss
Is he right? (no doubt) one of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
Its my duty to dig booby
Make a video (yo, you mean my own movie) yup
You can star, here we are
Theres ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, I drop a lil french on ya
Then geronimo!
You wanna bed debut
Take your time, do it slow, just remember boo
Chorus
Interlude:
This is that skin music, that midnight-rub-you-right skin music (x3)
Top choice if ya choose it
Chorus/outro:
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player? ) yeah its everything I luv
(then you got to have that flavour)
Make it right for ya baby, yknowimsayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right) take you to the next level, word is bond
(at all times? )
Papa luv it, I take you to the next level baby, Ill take you there
Papa luv it way she does it
You see a lot of brothers is afraid to do things like this,
Youknowimsayin?
Papa luv it way she does it
But I aint scared to be smooth, baby
I aint afraid of love, yknowimsayin? Ill take you there
Im willing to go there, papa luv it way she does it, word is bond
(do you wanna be a player? ) its that flavour I love, yknowimsayin?
I like to bring it like that (do you wanna be a player? )
I love bringin it, ha ha, I love bringin it
(do you wanna be a player? ) it really is sick, yknowimsayin?
Todd know what I mean (do you wanna be a player? )
Big cole know what I mean
Huh, flash know what I mean, my man zel know what I mean
Word is bond, papa luv it baby, yeah
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Special Needs
Remember me when youre the one whos silver screen
Remember me when youre the one you always dreamed
Remember me when everyones noses start to bleed
Remember me, special needs
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me when you clinch your movie deal
And think of me stuck in my chair that has four wheels
Remember me through flash photography and screams
Remember me, special dreams
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
Just 19 this suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Just 19 and suckers dream I guess I thought you had the flavour
Just 19 and dream obscene with six months off for bad behaviour
Remember me...
song performed by by Placebo
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Tarts And Warts
on a sweet conversation like this
when you open
and i ask some more of this openness
in you,
you become my tart
i like the taste
of fruits and milk and some cheese
to last finger licking
goodness
then you take your turn
trying to open me like a canned
fruit juice
i stick to my lock and key
and you find it hard to
open
you like to drink the four seasons
in me
i refuse
i shifted your questions to something else
like the full moon last night
and you do not like
this one way traffic
between us
my road is closed
i only have
mysterious ends
your thirst shall not be quenched
you should know by now
i am not a tart
i am your wart
and so the saying goes like a road
diverging
i'll take the other one
you take that one
i know
the one less travelled by
you are the poet
i am less
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Manuka Tea Tree Kiwi Nectar
tiny miracle flowers
scent tuned appease
distempered souls
mānuka honey
kiwi wild flavour
wind clover
earthy oily
herbaceous
damp earth
heather
aromatic
flavour
mānuka flowers
dense branch small leaves
evergreen sirens
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cream Tart
My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
I do a transformation
and become a real wild thing
I go to all the places
where the wild ones hang out.
I get to be a bit of a dog
when there is food about
and really get tucked in.
You can tempt me anytime
with a cream tart.
Yeah, I know what your saying
too much sweet stuff isn’t for you,
but this wolfy has a sweet tooth
and he’ll devour anything,
so long as it is sweet.
I used to be a lean machine
until I was seduced
by a big cream tart,
that did it I’m afraid
and this wolfy lost his heart.
10 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Repetitive
Sometimes some people
repeat the same thoughts or words too often
perhaps
just to taste their flavour
perhaps
they want to believe in them more
perhaps
they believe in them too much
perhaps
because no one ever listens
perhaps
I am one of them
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Cheese Balls
Cheese balls!
Sniff them as you lick them,
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them,
Cheese balls.
Salty and their tart.
A snack that's hard to stop!
Cheddar up.
Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Salty and they're tart,
And a snack that's hard to top.
Cheddar up.
Get a big bag and begin to stuff your gutt.
Those, those, those...
Cheese balls.
The cheddar makes them better.
Cheese balls.
They're better when they're cheddar.
Forget about the fedder...
And that gouda gotta go!
You've got to get them cheddar.
It's that cheddar taste that grows.
Cheddar up, cheddar up, cheddar up!
Those cheese balls...
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
And a snack that's hard to stop!
Salty and they're tart...
Forget about the fedder.
And that gouda gotta go!
Cheese balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The heart travels safe
Dear Lady! Give me your heart,
Or, at least, a part. Don’t be tart.
Lend me your palm, not the red lips.
Enough, it can give me much kicks.
You may like reaching my two arms
So as, from the cold, to feel warm.
Hapless soul I’m; helpless you are.
See. Lending heart is risk-free.
Dear Lady! Give me your heart.
To win over it’s my apple cart.
Others’ notice can be at naught.
Without fear can sail your heart.
I do crave you; it is a fact.
You can’t desist, nor can accept.
It is safe to lend me your heart,
If not hand, the stake being least.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Each develops what others want
Why should a flower have colour?
Why should it have odour or nectar?
Why must it, for bee, have flavour?
It needs bees that are with fervour.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Key Lime Pie
Ocean breeze, tire swing
Coconut fall if you shake that thing
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
Tall green tree, yellow bird
Bikini bottom and a tie-dyed shirt
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Big white sail, red sunset
Lobster tail and don't forget
My, my, my - my key lime pie
A six string, ten shots
Of Cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot
With my, my, my - my key lime pie
Tortola, a full moon
Shining down on a blue lagoon
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
We got Ginger and Mary Ann
Cookin' up a real good tan
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
Key lime pie, my my my
My, my, my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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A Void Of Blue
Fields of green surround my soul
Fields of green they make me whole
A concept lost eternity
A concept forever young to me
A void of blue engulfs my soul
Leaves me drunk within the bowl
A flavour of eternity
Reveals to me identity
Curious of the falling night
Lost within the calling light
A flavour of eternity
Incites my curiosity
Still all is one within my form
Peace before the foaming storm
All is falling endlessly
Within a heart of boundless purity.
Ah! Sweet ecstasy.
poem by David Lacey
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A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
quote by Washington Irving
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A tart temper never mellows with age; and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
quote by Washington Irving
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Authenticity Characteristic Individuality
those who teach
student lessons
many years passing
with discernment
get a feel
for personalities
authenticity
characterist ic
individuality
cherish bond trust
when you teach
students for many
years you read
a lot
of reflective
words
get a feel
of how
individuals
express
themselves
get a sense
what stresses
their thoughts
anger hopes
excitement
bitterness
depression
disappear
each have
a colour
taste flavour
which is
a genuine
sensitivity
artificial flavours
lack a full bodied
stewing of hopes
fears
reflecting
a full
bodied
seasoning
of mind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mango
At puberty time
Autumn led me in,
Lit as if from inside a sphere
By the light of my heart-
Pure and separate
From the light of intellect and senses.
Sculptor of Eternity stain burns not me
But what is sourness in me
Till what remains of me,
The sheer flavour of life- sweetness.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Love that Damned Elusive Shrinkabelle
When boys do love,
kiss and tell,
The maiden doth nurse
a broken heart
He shouted loud
she was a tart,
His brains to his feet
now had sunk
An’ she was right
he was a skunk.
poem by Ken e Hall
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