Quotes about girth, page 13
Nel Mezzo Del Cammin - 1909 - after Dante Inferno
With glass half-full, half-empty questions put
outweigh the answers touching mind or heart,
whether silver spoon boon born, on foot,
each must make peace before release may start.
Who clearly sees through dark glass, darker wood,
would doubtless doubt's dark [t]errors deep repeat,
though hindsight mutters 'should things change, I could! '
Time turns to mock those causal locks would cheat.
More than life's ending, status symbol clash,
despite cards held is how the game is played,
what boots haste win through bluff unthinking, brash,
it loss waste follows, squandered luck displayed.
Can compromise for ethics compensate
when all is said and done upon due date?
With only faith to guide one through d[r]ead door
all outlooks hang uncertainly, life's trip
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rachab Of Jericho
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field’s treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.
To Rachab went all of Jericho’s possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city’s riches were God’s own.
With God’s grace, Rachab’s wisdom grew,
And she made the city’s outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
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poem by Albert Price
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Clear the Stage
The world was; before mankind was born
and will be when the last mans gone
There will be no left to mourn.
Who will replace us still unknown
It seems that since the world began
Dame Nature tries experiments
the latest of which seems to be man
She has established precedents.
At one time reptiles ruled the earth.
at last ashamed of what she’d wrought.
Great behemoths of giant girth
She wiped them out without a thought.
She cleared the way to try again
With creatures more intelligent
the reptile’s loss the mammals gain.
This seemed to her to represent.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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On The Plains
Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,
A single star in armour white
Upon the dreamy heights of dawn
Guards dim frontier of the night,
Till plumed ray
And golden spray
Have washed its trembling light away.
The sun has peeped above the blue;
His level lances as they pass
Have shot the dew-drops thro' and thro',
And dashed with rubies all the grass,
And silver sound
Of horse-bells round
Floats softly o'er the jewelled ground.
The sunbeam and the wanton wind,
Among the feathery tufts at play,
Sing to the earth: "The night is blind,
But we will kiss your tears away."
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poem by George Essex Evans
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Salt Marsh Survivors
Turning tides reveal mysteries of moist marsh,
As salt creek’s crazy-paving parquet surfaces,
When brackish brine seeps and slurps seawards,
Revealing seemingly lifeless deserts of dearth.
Marooned in the mouldering mudbank’s mire,
Flounder five-fingered starfish, stolid survivors
Of attack from glaucous gulls wheeling overhead
In quest of cheap offerings of unworldly worth.
Tantalised by wriggling titbits tendered to them,
Seagulls scream and squabble in early excitement,
Stealing the riches of the saltmarsh from the grasp
Of the gloopy, saturated, sucking, saline earth.
Whilst sunbathing, stranded on the new, exposed shore,
Squads of seals quibble and fight over disputed territory
Overlooked proprietorially by the head, alpha bull
Gathering his veilless harem in awe of his great girth.
Writhing lugworms lift lugubrious, heedful heads
From the gluey gunge, peering for a mere moment
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Little Tip Girl
My horses hooves clashed against cobble stone,
As we stepped out each pace, there was a musical tone.
Headed toward the country I pushed my dray,
Rain spat down through a darkened clouded day.
Our load little more than wealthy household wastes.
From people wearing expensive wigs, powdered faces.
As we leave the city at large,
We come to roman bridges, gentle canals and a horse drawn barge.
We are forgiven if we believe that evil does not persist,
Nevertheless, evil is hidden just below surface and does exist.
We move on passed the coal burner's hut where the smoke does choke,
However, on our return we'll take to the city bags of warming coke.
Hours go by and with them landscapes of wooden forests and golden farms,
This picturesque scenery with the greatest of ease disarms.
And lulls the unsuspecting into its pleasures always to expect,
When there lays an ugliness the goodness in man rejects.
You see when a corner is turned these joys will be yearned,
The acrid smells of London town as refuse burns.
Here lays the almost bearable until we see among the dross,
What really causes the stomach churn, which is the true city cast off.
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Miss Demon Manure
MISS DEMON MANURE
(Misdemeanour: Wiccan Woman)
It is official I am a tree hugger,
For I love my natural mother,
I am old, withered and hunched over,
But my soul is a supernatural nova,
Maybe I am weak, ugly and maybe I smell,
But my magic is a wonder caught spell.
The first I call is a woman of air,
A sprightly sylph whose freedom is beyond compare,
She takes me up in to the cloudless cobalt blue,
Diminishing my troubles whilst my dreams accrue,
Flying free where feathers normally float,
I look down on the human ants and gloat.
Once I’ve settled back upon the earth,
Just gliding on tiptoe across the turf,
I cover myself in compost and manure,
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poem by Dale Mullock
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The Secret (Roswell 1947)
On a warm summer day, I glanced at the sky,
On July 8th,1947, I saw a circle-like object a high,
Intent to search our world, the unidentified flying object,
A so-called encounter against humanity, the search project,
The object was shot by national security due to fright,
The object burned to bits before the dawning of night,
It landed in the desert in New Mexico, Roswell 1947,
But were the intent made for evil? it could’ve came from heaven,
The closed minds of humanity, justified by force,
Instead of letting nature and fate take it’s course,
On July 8th 1947, in Roswell New Mexico, I still remember,
The broken pieces that lay in the sand glowing from embers,
Humanity scared of chaos, confusion and disease,
Humanity, the naïve, that uses violence rather than perceive,
I still remember, the metallic pieces with the pink light code,
But forever government hiding what really happened so nobody will know,
Money the greed, that steals the knowledge of an event surreal,
Never will the world see the sky under steel,
Hidden tapes, and confidential info to keep for themselves,
Info humanity that would want to experience from ourselves,
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White Horses
Where run your colts at pasture?
Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
Or wove Sargasso weed;
By chartless reef and channel,
Or crafty coastwise bars,
But most the ocean-meadows
All purple to the stars!
Who holds the rein upon you?
The latest gale let free.
What meat is in your mangers?
The glut of all the sea.
'Twixt tide and tide's returning
Great store of newly dead, --
The bones of those that faced us,
And the hearts of those that fled.
Afar, off-shore and single,
Some stallion, rearing swift,
Neighs hungry for new fodder,
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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Carpe Diem-seize The Day -with A Hug!
Wander not dear- blow with the fair breeze & fly the high seas,
All the fretting & sulking stoked, to find an enduring harmony in me,
Wander not into sounds that trick, with their spirited agonies,
Come seize the day, for we shall speak in the melody, God meant for you & me.
Look into my eyes; you shall reach the end of all your journeys,
Place your hand over my beating heart, & find it surpass yours in all degrees,
Like the butterfly, in a God endowed span, enjoys itself thoroughly,
Seeking nothing from flower to flower, save the sweetest of honey,
Live the joy & exuberance as God meant it, rest all must be memory,
Like the sweetness cast by the meekest flower, on a winter day, on a bended knee.
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Let the cuckoos sing their sweetest,
Where lovers with a heavy heart rest,
Let the winds blow their trumpets
Where a lone candle burns in earnest.
Let the stars burn their brightest,
Let the darkest hour put them through the harshest test,
Let the coy flowers wistful in sobs of dew throw a riot,
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