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The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

William Wordsworth in The World is Too Much With Us
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The world is too much with us late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powersLittle we see in Nature that is oursWe have given our hearts away, a sordid boon

quote by William Wordsworth
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The World Is To Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

poem by William Wordsworth
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The world is too much with us; late and soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

poem by William Wordsworth
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The World

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
   Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
   Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
   The winds that will be howling at all hours,
   And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
   A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
   Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
   Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

poem by William Wordsworth
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The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.

quote by William Wordsworth
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Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

quote by William Wordsworth
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Everybody Loves A Happy Ending

Toe the line
Toe the line
Wake up your time is nearly over
No more the supernova
And no action guaranteed
Wake up you've had an operation
Ideals above your station
Too much reality
Think about the waste of time spending
Watching Mother Nature's knees bending
Everybody loves a happy ending
Wake up you're on your own agenda
Give up the great pretender
With baby eyes of green
Wake up you're holding on to nothing
You know you're only bluffing
As dead as autumn leaves
Think about the waste of time spending
Watching Mother Nature's knees bending
Everybody loves a happy ending
Don't you just love a happy ending?
Oh yeah well so do I
And all your love will shine on everyone
The darkness of the day
A curse in every way
You try to see the light
But you don't know why
Don't know why
They tell you on the phone
To give your God a bone
And grow a set of wings like a butterfly
The guarding at the gate
Reminds you that you're late
You try to take your time
But you toe the line
Toe the line
The children of the world
And daddy's little girl
The grass is always green on the other side
So stay and breathe new lies
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Everything is moving faster than you think
(Wake up, wake up)
Your pen is running out of ink
(Wake up, wake up)
Fill up your bath and kitchen sink
(Wake up, wake up)
They're really kicking up the stink
(Wake up, wake up)
You've never found the missing link
(Wake up, wake up)
You should be happy and to think
(Wake up, wake up)
You're rending members out of sync
(Wake up, wake up)
And God is whiskered as a wink
(Wake up, wake up)
Once more are different to the brink

song performed by by Tears For Fears
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The W.C. (Humorous)

If there’s one place in the house we can’t do without
it must then be the W.C. that doesn’t really stand out.
It is our main port of call during the day and night
that we all use to answer calls of nature out of sight.

And what goes on in there sometimes is hard to believe
but we feel good after our bowels we gratefully relieve.
For it’s a fact of life that our body produces much waste
from what we all consume as food pleasant or not to taste.

The smells, sights and sounds coming from there can be awesome to behold
before or after anyone has a session in there that one needs to be bold.
It is for this reason a whole industry has evolved over the years in its wake
as we try to do away with any unpleasantness that all our bodies make.

The amount of time we spend in there can be a blessing in disguise
as we eliminate the waste products of our bodies in variable size.
Whether it is gases, liquids or solids depends on the urge
but one thing is certain that with all of them we must purge.

And as far as a blessing goes how many people have received
an insight or solution to a problem that previously deceived.
After spending some time in the W.C. with a good evacuation
we usually give thanks to the powers that be in contemplation.

It is as if we must return or give back some part taken from the earth
and of this we cannot or should not ever be neglectful from our birth.
This inherent law or principle of nature seems to be unrelenting in its demands
that we jeopardise physical and mental health if we don’t adhere to its commands.

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poem by George Krokos
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A Deep Ocean and Vast Universe!

Romance in real life is story of Mills & Boon;
Never leaves the hearts of lovers so soon!
Modern life short of romance is mechanical
Controlled by time makes all mad for love!

Love lost in young and middle ages is bad
As it makes all long for love very old, a pity!
Enjoying life to the full is a boon and satisfaction
Very few lucky ones get in life to the envy of all!

Nature has destined all to love and live well;
But man of mind not knowing by instinct ever
Browses books after books like Mills & Boon
To endeaour like a mission to the Moon last!

Pleasure is vast as Universe and deep as ocean!
If you struggle for Moon how will you measure all?

poem by Ramesh T A
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It is my boon.

I eat less; I sleep less.
Yet I am tireless.
It is my boon.

I lust for, at sixty,
Women sixteen to sixty.
It is my boon.

I have the woman
Half my age in flirtation.
It is my boon.

I send the woman
In her teen to orgasm.
It is my boon.

So I want no heaven
As I lived through heaven.
It is my boon.
21.07.2000, Paralakhemundi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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0333 Hungry for Romance

Mills and Boon, Mills and Boon,
ravish me - but not too soon...
Boon and Mills, Boon and Mills,
steam my specs with bedtime thrills...

(M&B - publishers of bodice-ripper romance, with strict rules for their writers)

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Another For The Briar-Rose

O treacherous scent, O thorny sight,
O tangle of world’s wrong and right,
What art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam
But dusky cobwebs of a dream?

Beat down, deep sunk from every gleam
Of hope, they lie and dully dream;
Men once, but men no more, that Love
Their waste defeated hearts should move.

Here sleeps the world that would not love!
Let it sleep on, but if He move
Their hearts in humble wise to wait
On his new-wakened fair estate.

O won at last is never late!
Thy silence was the voice of fate;
Thy still hands conquered in the strife;
Thine eyes were light; thy lips were life.

poem by William Morris
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Man v/s Nature

There are two living things on this earth,
Man and Nature whom god has given birth.
Man consists of human beings,
Nature consists of Flora and Fauna which are the King and Queen.
Nature and Man are fighting to receive the title of most powerful,
This conflict is very dreadful.
Earth’s destroyers are Man and Nature,
These both have become cruel creatures.
Nature is destroying Man,
And Man is putting on Nature – a ban.
Oh! Almighty take from Man and Nature your good wishes and boon,
Otherwise, they will destroy Earth soon.

(Copyright reserved. Gautam Sharma)

poem by Gautam Sharma
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Nature

Hey Man! Enjoy the Nature
Come out and see the beauties of Nature,
Put aside your hurries and worries
Come out and see the beautiful trees,
Lay aside your business tensions
Refresh your mind by seeing the vast oceans,
Ignore your official phone calls
Come out and watch the gushing waterfalls,
Free yourself for a while from the T.V. fun
See the beauty of the blazing sun,
Forget for a moment your official words
Hear the sound of the chirping birds,
Not only utilise the joy that money gives
But also listen to the noise of the swaying leaves,
Don’t waste your time by attending phones
Come out and see the beauty of the round stones,
Not only eat and grow fatter
But also see the beauty of the flowing water,
While roaming in your luxury cars
Spare sometime man to see the twinkling stars!
You would find nature as a real boon
When only once you watch the radiant moon,
Why not enjoy Nature, Why man Why?
See how cute looks the clear blue sky…!

poem by Kavita Iyer
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Pastime Paradise

Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been wasting most their time
Glorifying days long gone behind
Theyve been wasting most their days
In remembrance of ignorance oldest praise
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Dissipation
Race relations
Consolation
Segregation
Dispensation
Isolation
Exploitation
Mutilation
Mutations
Miscreation
Confirmation...to the evils of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been looking in their minds
For the day that sorrows gone from time
They keep telling of the day
When the savior of love will come to stay
Tell me who of them will come to be
How many of them are you and me
Proclamation
Of race relations
Consolation
Integretion
Verification
Of revelations
Acclamation
World salvation
Vibrations
Stimulation
Confirmation...to the peace of the world
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Theyve been spending most their lives
Living in a future paradise
Weve been spending too much of our lives
Living in a pastime paradise
Lets start living our lives
Living for the future paradise
Praise to our lives
Living for the future paradise
Shame to anyones lives
Living in the pastime paradise

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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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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Waiting For The Man

Wait (disgrace)
I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face)
I know the time is getting late ( such a waste)
And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face)
But still I really wish that you'd wait ( such a waste)
Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face)
And find you in another state (it's such a state)
That will seem just as a mistake (it's such a waste)
Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Wait (it was such a waste)
I really wouldn't want your hate (it's such a pretty face)
Certainly not after like late ( such a waste)
You wanna give not only take (it's such a pretty face)
I know propriety is such a waste (it's such a disgrace)
But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face)
Considering the present state ( such a waste)
Don't change my mind at such a late stage ( such a waste)
Oh baby, don't you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face)
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Ooohhh
Wait
Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait
I really wish you'd hesitate
Oh, baby, baby please why don't you wait
Oh, how I really wish you'd wait
Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate
( someday)

song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Journeyman

Not baser than his own homekeeping kind
Whose journeyman he is -
Blind sons and breastless daughters of the blind
Whose darkness pardons his, -
About the world, while all the world approves,
The pimp of Fashion steals,
With all the angels mourning their dead loves
Behind his bloody heels.
It my be late when Nature cries Enough!
As one day cry she will,
And man may have the wit to put her off
With shifts a season still;
But man may find the pinch importunate
And fall to blaming men -
Blind sires and breastless mothers of his fate,
It may be late and may be very late,
Too late for blaming then.

poem by Ralph Hodgson
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Late Cat

Late to train
Late to bus
Late to class
And late to party;
She is everywhere a late cat!

Late to eat
Late to sleep
Late to fate
And late to luck;
She is for everything a late cat!

Late to clock
Late to block
Late to dash
Against the truck
And, lo! Even late to death;
She is always a late cat!

poem by Sasikala Kamandula
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Dear Lord; we beg but one boon more: Peace in the hearts of all men living, peace in the whole world this Thanksgiving.

quote by Joseph Auslander
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