Quotes about snail, page 12
Anger and Angst
How can the world be such a stupid place?
Why do people move at a snail's pace?
Nobody ever seems to follow the rules.
Obviously they're nothing but ignorant fools.
I produce great results yet what do I see…
Nothing but weak people criticizing me.
It's amazing and even kind of funny,
I don't see my naysayers bringing in big money.
I've got reason to be angry and frustrated.
When those losers take pride as I'm berated.
Sometimes anger is so intense I can hardly see.
I wonder if at times it starts deep inside of me.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Seclusion!
I tried to hide
from everything
and peep into a snail's
empty shell?
But not enough room there
for this pointless huge body.
Probably the soul could enter?
[The Buddha once described; 'Whoever was heedless before but later changed his ways and become heedful; Such a person illumines this World like the Moon freed from the clouds.He indeed a great conqueror, he who has conquered himself.]-'One Night's Shelter/From home to homelessness', The American Buddhist monk
Bikkhu Yogavacara Rahula
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Curiosity
I'm waiting for summer to start.
I want to see through emerald leaf
how the young sun rises,
how waking birds nod
to the familiar sky
and sing to life their bright day.
I'm curious.
When will the stoic snail finish
his pilgrimage
into the cool shade
of this airy fern?
And in blazing noon
tell me
if the fussing wren still
flits or throws back
feathered arms
behind downy head
to siesta.
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poem by Steven Federle
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But These Things Also
But these things also are Spring's -
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail bleached
In the grass; chip of flint, and mite
Of chalk; and the small birds' dung
In splashes of purest white:
All the white things a man mistakes
For earliest violets
Who seeks through Winter's ruins
Something to pay Winter's debts,
While the North blows, and starling flocks
By chattering on and on
Keep their spirits up in the mist,
And Spring's here, Winter's not gone.
poem by Edward Thomas
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And Then You're Gone
listening to my monologues
is never fun
in fact i think you are irritated
by what i do not wish to say
that is why
you never really pay attention to the
words that shimmer like ripples
on the water
without fish or snail.
but i know the consequences
i have been warned
by extreme loneliness when
i was abandoned
and so it is better this way
you leave without notice
and my words
have become full and yet
i am so
empty.
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Snails
She is a snail born with a shell
Like a congenital mogul
Born and brought up in a castle
With two eyes hanging on her head
She is slimy and sly; slides slowly and wary
Peeping along the sea bed for a prey
If preys on it, some mighty sea gull
Quickly she slips into her safe shell
She is secure, on the face of any turmoil
She cares not crab fights; nor fish out of waters
She is all for herself with no feel
For the toiling lives in the roiled waters
There I see snails, millions and millions!
Walking cool through our social ruins! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Crisscross
When speed overtakes you, incision on
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise
your bygone sister falls in your arms
crying.
Babydeath had jumped from the second
floor to meet the earthquake of icy
forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide
wanted to know, who was to be blamed?
Wind is split on two counts.One was
the lazy sun and second were the clouds
in absence. An evil eye has a theme of
breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug.
Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to
climb on a hot wall of bonelight.
Satish Verma
poem by Satish Verma
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Lost Glasses
My glasses fell into the water
and spent a night taunted by seaweed
The fish used them and became enraged
tearing out each other’s bones
A snail went by and suddenly saw a star
The jellyfish made love from bifocal to bifocal
Minnows licked the fragrant temples
The mud made plans
In the daytime my barefeet returned
The waters went to milk
and my fingers, my fish without hearts
picked them up, rinsed them in the clear
wiped them of all nightly friendship
put them on and redissolved that mental clay
that had made me dream of them and burn
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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To Live Again
if only myself can get to live again
cos i'm ashamed what this life amounts
no one alife finds it of any useful gain
now the dangers to take it away mounts
the beast for lunch the barbarian for fun
please can i get a chance to live again
curiuos my eyes searches on for answers
i bleed from grief the mother of all pain
weary i took steps that baffle dancers
it's fair life comes with own headaches
why do some people's come wit cancers
i need another life without heartaches
which on peaceful waters it would sail
even if it is at the speed of a snail
poem by Ray Anyasi
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A Railroad Town
The diesel locomotive wailed
Like a sick bull as it approached
The intersection; five bellows.
The dreaded traffic light turned red
And all of us just sat waiting
For this snail-like, slow-moving
Freight train to pass, while the traffic
was backing up to infinity.
Life becomes a standstill in time:
If your appendix burst, pray to god;
If you're in labor, tough titty;
If late for work, you curse and swear!
So you wait and count the freight cars...
One hundred one…one hundred two…
Onward west they roll
Swaying, screeching, click-clanking
Along rusty tracks.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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