Quotes about cart, page 5
Advice To The Kings And Administrators
The axle of the cart, loaded
with light-weighted peacock feathers
too, may break if the cart is overloaded.
ThirukkuRaL 475
This is the advice
given to the Kings and administrators
to know their strength,
their opponents' strength
and act accordingly.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Double Down in the Jewel
The kid walked through the doors
thar slid open at his approach
No shopping cart
nothing but a forty-four
magnum in his jeans
He blew away
the myopic clerk
making change
at the ATM
On his way out
he paused for an old lady
pushing her cart
and an undercover cop
blew him away
You can see the bloodstains
on the brick wall outside
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poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Unity Or Not
What is one accomplishing,
By chasing behind a horse drawn cart...
That is going uphill.
Yelling, 'Unity! '
All out of breath and sweating.
As the horse glances back every now and then,
Thinking...
~Why is that fool running behind me like that?
Yelling 'Unity? '
My name is Raymond.
And I've got all I can handle.
Unity or not,
He's not getting on here.
I'm pulling this cart.
And it will come to a stop...
IF he tries.
Late comers are not welcomed.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picture of Confidence
In Bermuda
shorts on a cold morning
he wheeled his shopping cart,
a little recklessly,
up to the side
door of the cafe',
pulled out a stainless
steel, covered mug
and splashed the steaming, old
coffee into the gutter,
then came in for a refill.
Long, straight hair shining,
a smile lit his face
as if all of us
warm, secure people
should envy him.
He came out of nowhere,
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poem by Max Reif
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Water Butt
Rainfall! Please do not stop your function in the off-seasons
As she catches rainwater to her rusty barrel for her living.
The half of her life without a partner she pussyfoot with the old tire cart
Along the thorn avenues; Not the flower roads.
Yes still she is beautiful & fertile
And there should be a windfall.
If a soft heart soul could join her in a drought
And push the cart well with the offspring?
* [ A dumb voter writes on his ballot; Warmongers! Please do not pollute the serene sky and let the rain falls on its freer style.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Your Heart And My Heart
Your heart covers me and shelters in my heart.
Its warmth is my bread of strength to impart
Light in me, I perceive. Rich is its art
Much more nigh onto its blossom I chart,
To survey enlivenment your heart did start.
Across life in shapes, my heart your heart does cart.
My heart covers you and shelters in your heart.
Its warmth is your bread of strength to impart
Light in you, you perceive. Rich is its art
Much more nigh onto its blossom you chart,
To survey enlivenment my heart did start.
Across life in shapes, your heart my heart does cart.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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My Hobby
I awoke early one morning, and to get a head start
I went directly to the neighborhood Hobby Mart,
I really enjoy going there, for I get to explore alot as,
I put some really interesting items in my little red cart
I have now chosed so many items,
I am usure where I am to start
Now one of my biggest decision, is to hobby or not
My hobby is an activity,
which is suppose to be,
simply recreational for me, while I unfold and just be free
Yet, when strolling in the mart, pushing that cute little cart
If that simple thought isnt clearly remembered
What I seem to enjoy alot, may somehow simply be forgot.
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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India Dreams
India dreams
Unlike never before.
She is sandwiched between
A glory lost and a gory imminent for future.
A painter comes with a fresh brush and a great vision!
But there is no canvas to paint.
The politician speaks aloud till he sweats
And a crowd listens to him in all dismay.
Commoners may soon perish
As the rulers are ever to write their fate.
The motor man cursed rambler
Roams on the road to nowhere.
The laid spirits of Gandhi and Gulzarilal
Cannot rise from the ashes fossil-ed by time.
The trumpets are heard
While the hunger laden flock of men pulls the cart
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poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Yellowish Rickshawman's shuttle service in the colorful city and off limits
In the capital
This simple man with a loincloth
Poor fellow his name and he doesn't know
His date of birth.
Just think of your forefather's age.
His sweaty bare body
And broken ribs sadden,
The bare feet tempered under the burning Sun
And he's familiar with all the tar and gravel roads
From the court to brothel
And the Magistrate to Clerk
He has drawn them on his rickety cart.
Though the journey's hard
He never said tired.
Now he rests in a Pauper's graveyard
And his tumbledown antique cart the last will
Nobody has taken to the boasting Museum?
*Rickshaw (jinricksha) [ Jap. jin(man) +riki (power) and sha is carriage.]
A small two wheeled hooded vehicle drawn by one man or more men.
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mother Becomes Daughter
The shopping mall
Brimmed with crowd
Individuals and families
With children and parents
Youths and elderly
Swarmed from everywhere!
Mothers got busy
In getting the correct size
Picking the right color
Checking the fitness
Buying bangles and belts
All ornamental in entirety!
Suddenly I saw a pram
Pushed forth by a small girl
Inside that, was not a child
But an invalid mother!
Mother was uneasy;
Daughter got busy;
She got the correct size
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poem by Rajagopal Haran
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