Quotes about dolly, page 9
Adam Project Top Secret Time Travel
a few decades past
in late twentieth century
scientists had cloned
Dolly a cloned sheep
next came Adam project
time travel top secret classified
to post paradise wilderness
Adam Eve wander as out casts
Adam located
DNA was cloned
Adam resurrected
to view scientific world
the magnifigance
of a western world
whim leisure elite
to marvel at.
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Childs Centre Of Spirituality.......
The seeds of dreamtime dwell in the centre of a child's spirituality,
Natural wisdom's mindful appreciation of the present moment
Presents to their logic, angels can sing and teddy bears can talk,
Mummy will never leave and Pinocchio can walk,
Pussycats won't scratch and doggy's tails are toys,
Dolly's are for little girls and bats are for boys.
This dream of life in this state of heaven
Will change their thinking when they are seven,
Their little wonder brain absorbs knowledge so fast
With millions of nerve cells forming to last,
Verbals torrent "What's this, what's that, why this, who's that",
With a language learnt in no time flat.
They enter the zone of thinking, logic and learning at school,
With God's wisdom love and spirit we hold as the rule.
The march of time takes away the cuddly lovely little child,
To behold teenagers, young invigorating meek and mild
The core of their being formed with parental guidance and love.
With an inner kindness and respect soul stamped from above
The seeds of spirituality have grown thru their veins,
Now the world is their oyster to take charge of the reigns.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Dream Town
Now who is ready to go with me
Off and away to dream town?
Oh, such a journey as that will be,
All dressed in a snow white gown.
No shoe or stocking, they think it shocking
To wear such things in dream town street,
For it's paved with posies and leaves of roses,
So nothing can hurt your feet.
We leave our baggage and clothes behind
When we set out on this jaunt,
The folks who live there are very kind,
They give us whatever we want;
Sometimes a dolly we take, if she's jolly
And good all the day before.
But they've dolls without number in that land of slumber,
And of toys there's a wonderful store.
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poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Musical Chamber
I TRUST that my friends will remember,
Whilst I these my pleasures display,
Resort to my musical chamber,
The laurel crown'd desert in May.
Resort to this chamber at leisure,
Attend it by night and by day;
To feast on the dainties of pleasure,
Which cannot be stinted in May.
This place is both pleasing and moral,
A chamber both lovely and gay,
In the shade of a ne'er fading laurel,
Whose grace in December is May.
Abounding with every fine story,
While time passes hurrying away,
This place is a banquet of glory,
Which rings with the ditties of May.
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poem by George Moses Horton
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Picasso's Pugalist
All I can really say is that my new face
Looks like Picasso got punched,
And that’s okay: a little crooked, like President
D$ck, unsymmetrical, but big,
Like Dolly Parton’s tits- Some things which
Are real: speedy motorcycle, hearse’s right-of-
Way, sea-shanties which stormy areolas mermaid:
The phone rings from another planet,
Or demoted Pluto- I think its just you, but it never
Is: Solicitors, tax collectors, sisters.... Rivers
Run to the sea, but that is not where you can find me,
So for very long I’ve been reading naked in the igneous
Rockslides of her undraped back, crooning-
Video games say I’m overweight, but they’re stupid,
As the hands arrest empty Michigan, your groom’s
Flannel tuxedo accordions- When you didn’t answer,
As you can see, it was a Holocaust, a default,
The bankruptcy of a favorite super center- The trick
Lady’s overweight shoulders shrug, and we light off
Fireworks: Semis honked, this is the great America stretching
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poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Human Embryonic Stem Cell-lines
From a ball of cells,
the Blastocyst:
(Smaller than a grain of sand,
Aged 5-6 days Intra-uterine Life) ,
Develop tissues, organs
and the fetus whole!
Stem-cells are pluripotent,
Cultured in lab nutrient media;
They heal disorders-
inherited and degenerative;
Doing wonders which drugs
couldn’t do till now;
They help in organ-transplant;
Fill defects in bone;
They cure Parkinson’s
And Motor Neuron Disease;
They form nervous tissue
And Bone marrow transplants;
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poem by John Celes
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Blessings of the Lord at Amarnath (Jammu & Kashmir-India)
I saw on video the pilgrims
climbing up towards Amarnath,
cheering the name of the Lord.
The music of a mesmeric song
took me off and made me one of them!
“ The sozzled boozers extracting money
even from the hardcore atheists
and exhaustisng the idol of Lord Vinayaka
by carrying Him through all the lanes
have come up the mountains to prostrate before You.
“They will be the first to be blessed”, I said.
“ The dolly-bearers of a different faith
and the dog-tired, impounded ponies
who carry the weak in this tract are the first”,
a divine voice from the vales around I heard.
“ I’m sure, the ascetics whose souls aspire
to a seat at the feet of the Lord
but their bodies perspire swimming in the sea of lust,
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Lost Kiss
I put by the half-written poem,
While the pen, idly trailed in my hand,
Writes on--, 'Had I words to complete it,
Who'd read it, or who'd understand?'
But the little bare feet on the stairway,
And the faint, smothered laugh in the hall,
And the eerie-low lisp on the silence,
Cry up to me over it all.
So I gather it up-- where was broken
The tear-faded thread of my theme,
Telling how, as one night I sat writing,
A fairy broke in on my dream,
A little inquisitive fairy--
My own little girl, with the gold
Of the sun in her hair, and the dewy
Blue eyes of the fairies of old.
'Twas the dear little girl that I scolded--
'For was it a moment like this,'
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poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Love And Marilyn Monroe
(after Spillane)
Let us be aware of the true dark gods
Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch
The primitive pure and pwerful pink and grey
private sensitivites
Wincing, marvelous in their sweetness, whence rises
the future.
Therefore let us praise Miss Marilyn Monroe.
She has a noble attitude marked by pride and candor
She takes a noble pride in the female nature and torso
She articualtes her pride with directness and exuberance
She is honest in her delight in womanhood and manhood.
She is not a great lady, she is more than a lady,
She continues the tradition of Dolly Madison and Clara
Bow
When she says, "any woman who claims she does not like
to be grabbed is a liar!"
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poem by Delmore Schwartz
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It's Almost Sunday Morning
In the summer of 1956,
any Saturday at midnight
when the moon was full
and the stars were bright,
you would see Grandma Groth
on her front-porch swing
waiting for her son, Clarence,
still a bachelor at 53,
to make it home
from the Blind Man's Pub
after another evening quaffing
steins of Heineken's.
Many times when I was young,
I'd be coming home at midnight
from another pub just steps behind
staggering Clarence.
I'd always let him walk ahead
and listen to him hum
'The Yellow Rose of Texas.'
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poem by Donal Mahoney
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