Quotes about lasted, page 28
Song Of The Egg
One sunny morning in late june
I heard a strange and mournful tune
I looked around the empty room
And stood awhile feeling bemused
A strange hallucination came
Was it a dimming in the brain?
But louder still the cries were coming
Like a distant droning humming
And then I saw the egg box open
Inside a weeping egg was broken
'oh take me to the boiling pot, or fry me quick, or scramble me,
come quick and cook me, set me free!
The unbroken eggs were strangely silent
Being advocates of violence
Rounded on the broken egg
'Oh take him quick and smash his head! '
Unable to fulfil his wish
The portly consumer changed his dish
Leaving the eggs inside the box
He had some fish
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poem by Yvette Smith
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A letter from the 20th century
On the 22nd of June in 1941
The Great Patriotic War in my Motherland had begun.
It was Sunday early morning,
the country peacefully slept,
but a horrible idea Hitler had kept.
Without announcing the war he had given order
to bomb the Soviet Republics border.
Hitler planned to capture the country
by unexpected military actions.
He was sure to occupy the country
and turn into slaves the nations.
But his plans failed
and his wailing voice was deadened
by the voice of Levitan,
the Russian radio announcer
who reported about the war.
Then everyone swore
to defend our Motherland
and stand up to the end, hand in hand.
Hitler didn’t understand
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poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Chanukah And Christmas
(footnote)
2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.
Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
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poem by Louis Rams
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A Firing A Mob
Tear gas shells are fired at mob
They have blocked the road not to kill or rob
Still complete force is ready with shells to lob
May be in their opinion it is fine job
They are outdated laws and needs to be scraped
Whole machinery is to overhauled and revamped
Is there any Government who fire on unarmed citizens?
Are they not true subject whom you charge with batons?
Do they have no rights to differ with your opinion?
Are you the Government only custodian to represent the Union?
How does it matter if some resentment is expressed in some quarters?
Is there no enough bad blood flown in rives as waters?
What are we trying to prove to the free world?
Why peoples verdict be disregarded and pushed to cold?
Who represents the public and who are the true representatives?
We are the people, true representative and natives
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Belts
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay,
Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree;
It started at Revelly an' it lasted on till dark:
The first man dropped at Harrison's, the last forninst the Park.
For it was: -- "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's one for you!"
An' it was "Belts, belts, belts, an' that's done for you!"
O buckle an' tongue
Was the song that we sung
From Harrison's down to the Park!
There was a row in Silver Street -- the regiments was out,
They called us "Delhi Rebels", an' we answered "Threes about!"
That drew them like a hornet's nest -- we met them good an' large,
The English at the double an' the Irish at the charge.
Then it was: -- "Belts . . .
There was a row in Silver Street -- an' I was in it too;
We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went whirraru!
I misremember what occurred, but subsequint the storm
A ~Freeman's Journal Supplemint~ was all my uniform.
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Nest of Vipers
'Twas early spring.
When I got out to smell.
Wood, flowers, amidst melting snow.
Last ice, early birds and all.
Saw cranes, sparrows and swans.
Arriving by group and flock.
With the mourning wind.
Warmth of sun, to end the winter-chill.
Darkness, of heart.
It often seeded and brought.
So I went, a walk.
Within the woods.
Alone, for a while.
I wanted.
To witness, taste.
Smell it all!
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poem by Ilari Rahja
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At Last My Life Begins
As you matured and fell in love,
This was going to be for life,
You knew that when you met him,
One day you'd be his wife.
You both had really good times,
Three kids and a beautiful house,
Your life was really rosy,
You never realised he was a louse.
When you met and fell in love,
The charm he had mastered,
Little did you realise,
He was a dirty cheating dastard.
Now he's gone and left you,
You think to yourself, why me,
Banish those thoughts and look ahead,
Then very soon you'll see.
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poem by Bri Mar
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Fair Rosamond
You've heard of King Henry II
And the story of how he got fond
Of one of his customer's daughters,
A lass called the " Fair Rosamond."
'Twere a lovely romance while it lasted,
The course of true love ran serene,
Till some nosey-parkering varlet
Started carrying tales to the Queen.
The Queen were at first incred-u-lous.
She said "What a tale to invent!"
The King would not stoop to such baseness
At any rate, not during Lent."
But one morning she picked up a doublet
As he'd dropped on his bedroom settee;
It had three golden hairs on the shoulder
And a strong smell of 'Soir de Paree."
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poem by Marriott Edgar
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After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok
But why did I kill him? Why? Why?
In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
My ears rack and throb with his cry,
And his eyes goggle under his hair,
As my fingers sink into the fair
White skin of his throat. It was I!
I killed him! My God! Don't you hear?
I shook him until his red tongue
Hung flapping out through the black, queer,
Swollen lines of his lips. And I clung
With my nails drawing blood, while I flung
The loose, heavy body in fear.
Fear lest he should still not be dead.
I was drunk with the lust of his life.
The blood-drops oozed slow from his head
And dabbled a chair. And our strife
Lasted one reeling second, his knife
Lay and winked in the lights overhead.
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poem by Amy Lowell
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Downtown Venus (A Prostitute's Tale)
I walk the alleys an ostracized downtown Venus
At the junction of heaven and hell at the omnipresent penis
I reminisce my initiation a teenager barely legal
My kind has lasted even before times of medieval even regal
My godfather shelters me the Vodka-soaked pimp
To cater the many who wander in for an awakening from the limp
My stories are many that come in all hues and skins
Even the royalty embrace me not just the pauper also the prince
Sometimes it's a tale of punch drunk love
Sometimes it's the story of a munched junk shove
Some come for a break from their excruciating boredom
Some come armed with a stash and an omnipresent condom
Night turns to day……take it away PM Dawn
As I get my beauty sleep from the constant mucus moan
Morning comes as the early birds stand in line
For me to rock their worlds an experience diabolically sublime
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poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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