Quotes about moose, page 4
The Muse Of Life
Black and white horses,
Black and white cows,
All that muses is about life;
Cos', the wind blows to where it is directed.
Brown and white horses,
Brown and white cows,
The muse of life teaches us many tricks;
But, i've got rain and sunshine to crown the day.
The muse of a moose,
The bloom of a flower,
The blues of mankind to take the pieces;
The muse of life teaches many.
'The dish washer is not in the Bible'! !
Shouted the lone-ranger in need of love;
But, all that muses is about life.
Of cows and horses,
Of men and women,
Of Black and White Race to fill the earth;
Yes, all that muses is about life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I've Earned to Take My Turn
I'd rather be a mouse with teeth.
Than to be a toothless cat...
Quick to twitter and scat.
I'd rather be a mule than a fool.
With a slow pace taken,
To prove I'm serious and not faking.
I'm not a caped superman,
Flying high in skies.
I may look like Clark Kent...
But there is no weakness in my eyes.
I'm not a stole pigeon on the loose.
Some say I look like a moose.
And I waddle like a goose.
But I wont be hanging 'round from a noose.
Because I speak my mind...
With a daring done most times.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Both Feet
Do not curse the deaf or,
Put a stumbling block in front of the blind!
But the fool does not understand this and,
This world has seen much of its mistakes.
The fathers shall not be put to death because of their children,
Nor shall the children be put to death because of their fathers!
For, a person must be put to death of his or her own sins.
Watch your steps! !
For there is life in the blood!
And a judge must not show pity to the guilty.
Do not harden your heart when the truth comes to you,
For the fool tests the depth of the water with both feet;
And this world is all that we have to learn from.
Muse, moose, mouse!
Anyone who says you can't see a thought simple doesn't know Art;
For you now have both feet in the water and,
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Without Any Info
A swarm of bees and honey,
As numerous as locusts;
But of a strange world with the strange people,
For a son marries without any info to the parents.
The forest devours more lives than the sword,
But upon the wings of love i do fly with my mind;
And like the muse of the moose until the morning light.
The bleating of heep and the lowing of oxen,
You came only yesterday and you want my love;
And like one hundred cakes of figs in the valley of salt.
I do have sandals on my feet and a belt around my waist,
But in the morning light of the day i will pray;
For i am like a reed shaking in the water,
Oh that you could hear my voice at last!
For a son arries secretly without any info to the parents,
And this story is like the cedar trees from Lebanon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ontario
Beautiful place with five great lakes
Colored Maple leaves and snow flakes
Cold Winters, autumn days with shower
Breath taking Niagara and tall CN tower
Blossomy Spring and lots of flower show
Friendly Santa and Christmas in snow
Mining Forestry Farming Fishing
Job for everyone, all who are wishing
Monday to Friday we work no rest
Weekends reserve for friends and guests
Apple Grapes Maple syrup and Beef
Tasty wine over a game of Maple Leaf
The Sound of dry leaves extend Halloween
Kawarthas, Thousand Islands - what a beautiful scene
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poem by Deepak Manchanda
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It Is Obvious and Apparent Now
Who suggested we invite him to the party,
For purposes to see him squirm?
He appeared more comfortable than we did.
And having the cameras there to record the event,
Made us to look like the fools.
Absolute and total ignoramuses.
Moose butts with duck walks!
You people just don't get it.
IF we are seeking him to fail...
We don't put him in the spotlight where he shines.
It is obvious and apparent now who the 'bozos' are!
'Who would that be?
Who are they,
Senator McJames? '
The people who elected us to office,
Of course!
The constituents.
They are the ones who recommended the cameras.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good-By Now or Pardon My Gauntlet
Bring down the moon for genteel Janet;
She's too refined for this gross planet.
She wears garments and you wear clothes,
You buy stockings, she purchases hose.
She say That is correct, and you say Yes,
And she disrobes and you undress.
Confronted by a mouse or moose,
You turn green, she turns chartroose.
Her speech is new-minted, freshly quarried;
She has a fore-head, you have a forehead.
Nor snake nor slowworm draweth nigh her;
You go to bed, she doth retire.
To Janet, births are blessed events,
And odors that you smell she scents.
Replete she feels, when her food is yummy,
Not in the stomach but the tummy.
If urged some novel step to show,
You say Like this, she says Like so.
Her dear ones don't die, but pass away;
Beneath her formal is lonjeray.
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poem by Ogden Nash
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The Vision quest
Wandering pine,
with rolled rug slung across her back
walked bare foot to feel the rich earth
beneath her feet.
The trees, high pines either side,
shielded the low sun casting shadows
bringing the ancestors.
Breaking through the pines
into crystal blue she laid her rug.
Calling on the four winds
North to prowling Bear
West to snarling Panther
East to breathing Moose
South to follow the doe eyed fawn
she began her vision quest
seated in a circle on the ground.
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poem by Diana Rosser
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On Lac Sainte Ireneé
ON Lac Sainte Ireneé the morn
Lay rimmed with pine and roped with mist.
The old moon hid her silver horn
In shadow that the sun had kissed.
One went by like a wandering soul,
And followed ever,
By reed and river,
The silent canoe of the lake patrol.
On Lac Sainte Ireneé the noon
Lay wolf-like waiting by her hills.
No voice was heard but the sad loon
And the wild-throated whip-poor-wills.
But one went by on the bitter flaw,
And followed ever,
By rapid and river,
The swift canoe of the white man's law.
On Lac Sainte Ireneé the moose
Broke from his balsams, breathing hot.
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poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Life of a Flight Stewardess
Welcome to my world where life is on a go
Different destinations to and fro
Life of a stewardess glamorous indeed
Wait till you see how many they feed
New faces to encounter as they board the flight
Some so silly...scared of the height
Screaming and yelling....get me out
This is what passengers are all about
As the plane takes off they stand upright
Or ask to be seated by the window at night (Lolz...
It makes me laugh yet I go insane
Passengers will never always be the same
The lavatory door opens...how do they lock?
Until you see them in a state of shock (lolz....
Embarrassed as hell....them or me?
Take a flight to Bangladesh you'll see
Then you are out with the cart
All you smell is just their fart
How gross can that be, you hold your breath tight
'Cause you are paid to be a stewardess and be on the flight...
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poem by Meena Mustafa
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