Alive without breath, as cold as death; never thirsty, ever drinking, all in mail never clinking. \n\nThis thing devours all things: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal: Slays kings, ruins towns, and beats high mountains down.\n\nWho becomes pregnant without conceiving; who becomes fat without eating?\n\nWhat we caught we threw away; what we didn't catch, we kept. \n\nThere's not a kingdom on the earth, \nBut I have travell'd o'er and o'er, \nAnd though I know not whence my birth, \nYet when I come, you know my roar. \n\nI through the town do take my flight, \nAnd through the fields and meadows green, \nAnd whether it be day or night, \nI neither am nor can be seen
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I know all the answers, but I'll put them out of order, so other people can try.\nCloud\nTime\nLice which they arlready had\nwind\nfish
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Adlestrop\n   \n \n  Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- \nThe name, because one afternoon \nOf heat the express-train drew up there \nUnwontedly. It was late June. \n\nThe steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. \nNo one left and no one came \nOn the bare platform. What I saw \nWas Adlestrop -- only the name \n\nAnd willows, willow-herb, and grass, \nAnd meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, \nNo whit less still and lonely fair \nThan the high cloudlets in the sky. \n\nAnd for that minute a blackbird sang \nClose by, and round him, mistier, \nFarther and farther, all the birds \nOf Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. \n\nEdward Thomas
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1 If I speak in human and angelic tongues  but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. \n2 \nAnd if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. \n3 \nIf I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. \n4 \nLove is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated, \n5 \nit is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, \n6 \nit does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. \n7 \nIt bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. \n8 \nLove never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. \n9 \nFor we know partially and we prophesy partially, \n10 \nbut when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. \n11 \nWhen I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things. \n12 \nAt present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. \n13 \nSo faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
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i live by my own atheist-bible, i'll quote it here. it's actually the long version of ur dalai lama-quote, i guess:\n\n"I do not drive too fast, even if i don't agree with the rules. I give too much change back to the girl behind the counter in the supermarket. When i find a wallet on the street, i return it to the owner without expecting a reward ,because the relief on your face is worth more to me than money. In a bar i'll talk to you, when you are standing alone. I will never jugde or disrespect you on your looks, not even on your charactre. \n\nAnd i do that without any God telling me to do that\n\nI give to charity, i seperate my garbage for a better environment. I rather put on an extra sweater, than to put up the heater. I never throw my chewing-gum on the street. Every week i buy the paper from a homeless person. I will help and support you if you're attacked by drunken guys on the street, i'll avoid the fight, but i'll never leave you alone. I help the old lady cross the street, i'll bring the crying lost little girl back to her mother.\n\nAnd i do that without any God telling me to do that\n\nI know no rules, except my own thoughts. After thinking everything through, i have to conclude that there must be 'something' to make this all happen. I've looked around and inspite of all the misery, the poorness, the crime, the hate, i don't see humans as sinners, but as people with choices. I don't think that i will be lost if i do not meditate on a mountain or pray under a cross. I don't even believe that the guy who blows himself up between a group of schoolkids will burn eternally. \n\nAnd i think that without any God telling me to think that\n\nEvery person has something good inside. Sometimes on the surface, sometimes deep hidden inside. I hope that the God they all talk about, is not the guy with the beard sitting on a cloud. The God i have faith in, is just a metaphore. A feeling. A sence of all the goodness inside the people. Nothing more than that. And more clear: nothing less than that. The goodness in our heart is the most important thing we have. My God has an extra 'O'...Good. \n\nAnd i am good, without any God telling me that\n\nGood has no need for symbols. No cross, no boring books, no big fat guy, no cow, no buildings with colored glass windows. Good is everywhere and is eternal. There is no need to pray for something good, because it will always be there. There is also no need to pray to end something bad, because the bad will also always be there. Sure there are bad people. These people are to dumb to understand the good. Goodness, kindness can relieve you. Badness only creates more badness. We can never beat the badness. A bad guy with a gun can only be beaten by a good guy with a gun. But a good guy doesn't use a gun.\n\nAnd even if the Good will always loose, I'll always try to be Good.\n\nEverything has its time, and its place. In our sadness, in our anger, in our happyness, in our love we can see our humanity. These things make us to be the people we are, they shape us, they teach us, they make us really feel. And in every deep misery, there is always a hidden hope, cause we all know anything can always be done differently. This earth is our playground, to feel, to laugh, to cry, to love and to live.\n\nAnd i live. And that's good."
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Born On A Mountain,\nRaised In A Cave,\nF*ckin' And Truckin',\nIs All I Crave.\n\nThey paint these walls to stop my pen.\nBut the $hit house poet has struck again\n\nIf you sprinkle \nwhen you tinkle, \nbe a sweetie \nand wipe the seatie.\n\nIf it's yellow,\nlet it mellow. \nIf it's brown, \nflush it down.\n\nSome come here to $hit and stink,\nand pick crabs off their balls.\nI come here to sit, and think,\nand write stuff on the walls.\n\nthe angle of the dangle \nis equal to the mass of the ass \nproviding the heat of the meat \nremains constant\n\nYou shithouse poets\nAre sons of bitches -\nWhile I stood here reading,\nI $hit my britches!
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Brain Stew\n\nI'm having trouble trying to sleep.\nI'm counting sheep, but running out.\nAs time ticks by...and still I try.\nNo rest for crop stops in my mind.\nON MY OWN! HERE WE GO!\n\nMy eyes feel like their gonna bleed.\nDried up, and bulging out my skull.\nMy mouth is dry...My face is numb.\nFucked up and sprawled out in my room.\nON MY OWN! HERE WE GO!
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I love the one that is a poem about the monster under the bed and hobbes saves the day by just being there (cause the monster didn't know there was a tiger in the bed).  Best Line: "Hey wake up you stupid cretin! Are you gonna sleep while I get eaten!?!?!?"  I'll check my collection books and see if I can find page number for the rest of ya.
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I didn't know your Daddy could fly. If your Daddy can fly, can your Daddy bake a pie? If He can then He's a heck of a Guy. If He can't that's okay, because neither can I (Well not a Godly pie). I think your Daddy's sense of humour leans to the dry, I expect I'll find Him laughing when I finally die. What more do you need, you have God flying your heart; you are honoured to escape the confusion; I am trapped on the ground by logic; so must I forever walk? There is more to this I think, a glimmer of what is yet to be; culled from what never was; most curious; faith must sustain when reason fails. Faith triumphs over all obstacles and your joy is infectious. It is my prayer for you that you never lose this gift you've been granted, a gift I can not accept; but one that I can respect none the less.
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i can say to u thatz my best Poem...\nand the count.. of it is:\n\nBeware the fantasy that speaks,\nThe vague ideal that springs a soul.\nNo marriage can avoid the shoal\nThat lies beneath such sun-drenched peaks.\nNo love but may retreat to stone\nAs sirens sad the heart entice.\nTwo names entwine in paradise\nWhile here two lovers lie alone.
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I Love Cheese,\nCheese is good,\nIt tastes cheesey,\nIt smells like cheese,\nIt feels like egg plant,\nIt looks kind of cheesey,\nI used to eat lots of cheese in my bomb shelter,\nOf course there was never a bomb,\nCome to think of it there wasn't even hair,\nBut I used to pretend there was though,\nI had some pretty lonely nights in that bomb\nshelter,\nNights where all there was to do was pretend there\nwas hair on the cheese,\nWhile I ate my hairy cheese the bird feeders would\ntalk to me,\nThey would tell me how their day was,\nAnd how they felt used,\nBirds would just come and go as they pleased eating\nfreely the gift of cheese,\nI think we all do that,\nWe just take the hairy cheese with no regard for\nwhere it came from,\nSome poor antelope had to give it's life so that we\ncould have cheese,\nAh,\nTheres nothing quite like the refreshing flavor of\nnewly harvested Hairy Antelope cheese,\nYou kids today just don't know the value of Hairy\nAntelope Cheese,\nBack in my day we didn't take for granted Hairy\nAntelope Cheese,\nWe had to walk 10 miles in the snow backwards both\nways up hill with our eyes closed\nAnd our legs tied behind our back,\nThen If we were really good we'd get to lick the\nplates after our parents ate the cheese,\nBut my parents didn't like the Hair,\nSo we would have to shave the cheese before they\nate it,\nWe were allowed to eat the hair though,\nIt wasn't too bad with Ketchup,\nIts just difficult to think about the poor tomato\nthat had to die,\nI'm constantly reminded of the cousin of the\ntomato; the potato,\nThe Potato comes from Idaho,\nI spent some time there when my happy boat was\nstationed there in the Marine Corp,\nIt was there on the happy boat that I was First\nintroduced to Hairy Antelope Cheese,\nI also met my best friend there,\nHis name was Limberger,\nHe smelled funny, but he was a good friend,\nHe introduced to the Chaplin,\nHis name was Swiss,\nHe was very Holey,\nHe introduced me to Jack,\nHe was from Monterey,\nAfter Idaho I was transfered to Australia,\nIt was there that I was introduced to Hairy Wallaby\nCheese,\nIt kind of tasted like Chicken,\nOnly more hairy,\nAnd with a lot more Pimples,\nPimples are kind of cheesey,\nBut of course so are aardvarks,\nDuring a safari in Australia,\nA wild Aardvark jumped out of the brush and\nattached himself to my face,\nSadly enough I was forced to beat the young\nAardvark to death with his own shoe,\nI love shoes,\nThey're pretty good with salt,\nSalt is otherwise known as NaCl (Sodium Chloride),\nI learned that from Col. Sanders,\nHe likes chicken too,\nHe conned me into losing what was suppose to be a\n"Friendly" game of Candyland,\nOn three seprate occasions,\nThe stakes were high on those games,\nIf I won I would be enlightened to exactly what the\n11 herbs & spices really were,\nIf he won,\nHe would get my full supply of Hairy Antelope\nCheese,\nBut he conned me,\nSo I had to beat him to death with a drum stick,\nSo I never learned the 11 herbs & spices,\nAnd I got to keep My Hairy Antelope Cheese,\nI love cheese!
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I went on a visit to the roses \nAnd looked towards the sky\nAnd around the northern islands \nLike a deer being followed by a dog\nEveryone at the bay would say \nOn seeing me down by the quay\n"I can see clearly by your sadness\nThat you are a man being chased" \n\nI met a beautiful young woman \nBut she spoke sharply \n"If you are a man who is engaged to a young woman \nI do not praise your trade \nI saw a man on the mainland\nWalking without shoes yesterday\nI think you are the young man\n" That you are being chased" \n\nWe became tired and sad \nAnd I asked the gentle woman\n"Where will we get a drink \nThat would lift the sadness from our hearts?" \n"There is a little house by the road\nAnd they always keep a drop \nGo and knock on the table\nAnd you will not pay a penny\n\nI wasn't long making music \nBefore many came to the house\nEveryman with a glass in his hand\nTo congratulate the couple \nSpirits were widely available \nThere was much drinking\nAnd if I pulled O'Donnell's gallon \nMy score would easily be settled \n\nI happened to go into the pub \nAnd I was nervous to sit down \nIn case the chase would come \nAnd the young woman would be taken from me\nWhen we found everything was as it should be \nAnd I thought I should sit down \nShe said, "Make music\nAnd you will not pay a penny" \n\nWhen we relieved our tiredness with sadness\nThe young woman asked me \n"Where do you live during the day \nWhen you do not have a house of your own?"\n"I spend some time in the pub \nI do not place importance on money \nThe amount I earn during the day \nI spend on enjoyment at night
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1, [TIME]-I'm living on borrowed time.\n                 Video games require such an expenditure of time.\n[LIFE]- My marriage was just a pit stop on the road to Mandalay.\n            I don't know  what lies ahead on the road to success.\n[PEOPLE]- She withered away in sadness after he left her.\n             She wrapped her arms around me like a vine on a\n             trellis.\n[UNDERSTANDING]- I preach, I rant, but you just don't see!\n                    In order to understand relativity, you must first visualize yourself on a stationary boat where the shore is always floating away from you.\n\n2. Cheer up! \n    Nobody knows you when you're down and out.\n            Your frown brings me down.   I was up $300, but I left a loser.       Better put in some oil.  You're down 2 quarts. \nIt may rain too much in Seattle, but there is an up side to living there.     Don't look down on me just because I am poor.\n\n3. [TIME]  I sit alone writing songs while time rolls past my window.\n    The past is in the graveyard, the future is on the red eye to the pearly gates.\n[COMMUNICATION]  She funnelled her hopes and dreams  into a  pint bottle and threw them overboard.  \nThey hoped the march would send the president  a message.\n[ANGER] He was so pertubed he nearly boiled over with vitriol, and steam was pouring out of his ears.\nShe was a seething cauldron of molten lava, waiting  for a chance to erupt.\nI hope these are what you were looking for.\n\nCheers.
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New World Order \n\nThere is a group of people… across this planet wide,\nwith greedy little fingers - and power on their mind, \nthey do not care ‘bout sovereignty - the one-world is their goal, \nLiberty is their enemy… and their deity is Control. \n\nThey march across the history books - possess an ageless plan, \nleading us toward dependency - to a woman and a man, \ntheir map to domination is as old as time itself, \nmixing ancient mysteries with technology off the shelf, \n\nKeeping us in darkness - their faces unrevealed, \nthe shadows are their foxholes and secrecy is their shield, \nthey manipulate behind the scenes - relentless without fear, \na crescendo of disparity that builds from year to year. \n\nThey provide us our distractions - engulf us day to day, \npreparing to enslave us, they slowly wear away\na catalogue of liberties - and while freedoms wane and cease, \nthey tell us that they’re doing it for security and for peace, \n\nThey prey upon our apathy - in a plot you can’t untwist, \npolicing how you think and feel… they tighten an iron fist, \nthey terrorize the spirit of hope with fear and guilt and shame\n‘til there’s nothing left of who you were but a ghost, a shell, a name. \n\nThey rule from modern castles - elitist to the core, \nthey think of you as mindless stock to serve them evermore, \nthey’ll take away your firearms so you cannot self-defend, \nand tag you with an ID chip… to keep you in your pen. \n\nThere is a group of people… across this planet wide, \nwho are waiting for their moment - and time is on their side, \nthe New World Order is the dream - and dominion is the gain, \nbut they cannot reach this final goal… ‘til Liberty has been slain. \n\n\n--Stone Bryson
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i made this up just for your question.\nso please let me know what you think.\nConsequences...\n\nLife free as a bird\nor as a dog in a cage\nthe result becomes clear\nthe more that we age\n\nmaybe they're wrong\nmaybe they're right\nthese choices we make\nevery day and every night\n\nConsequences are there\nweither they're good or bad\nwe made the choice\nis the result happy or sad\n\nremember this please\nin the mind's book\nconsequences happen\njust take a look
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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Did you know, that....\n\nA cockroach will live nine days without its head, before it starves to death.\n\nA crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.\n\nA pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.\n\nA snail can sleep for three years.\n\nAll Polar bears are left-handed.\n\nAmerican Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.\n\nAmericans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.\n\nAn ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.\n\nBabies are born without knee caps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.\n\nBanging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.\n\nButterflies taste with their feet.\n\nCats have over one hundred vocal sounds, dogs only have about ten.\n\nCat's urine glows under a black light.\n\nChina has more English speakers than the United States.\n\nDonald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.\n\nDueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors.\n\nElephants are the only animals that can't jump.\n\nEvery time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.\n\nFebruary 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.\n\nHumans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.\n\nI am. is the shortest complete sentence in the English language\n\nIf Barbie were life-size, her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.\n\nIf the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.\n\nIf you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.\n\nIf you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.\n\nIf you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.\n\nIn ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.\n\nIn the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.\n\nIt's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.\n\nLeonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.\n\nMarilyn Monroe had six toes.\n\nMichael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.\n\nMore people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.\n\nNo word in the English language rhymes with month.\n\nNutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.\n\nOn average, people fear spiders more than they do death.\n\nOne of the reasons marijuana is illegal today is because cotton growers in the '30s lobbied against hemp farmers, they saw it as competition.\n\nOnly one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.\n\nOur eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.\n\nRight-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.\n\nShakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump."\n\nSome lions mate over 50 times a day.\n\nStarfish haven't got brains.\n\nStewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.\n\nThe ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.\n\nThe average human eats eight spiders in their lifetime at night.\n\nThe catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.\n\nThe cruise liner, Queen Elizabeth 2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.\n\nThe electric chair was invented by a dentist.\n\nThe human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.\n\nThe male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off.\n\nThe most common name in the world is Mohammed.\n\nThe name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.\n\nThe name Wendy was made up for
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Some say love, it is a river \nThat drowns the tender reed.\nSome say love, it is a razor \nThat leaves your soul to bleed.\nSome say love, it is a hunger, \nAn endless aching need.\nI say love, it is a flower, \nAnd you it's only seed.\n\nIt's the heart, afraid of breaking, \nThat never learns to dance.\nIt's the dream, afraid of waking, \nThat never takes a chance.\n \nIt's the one who won't be taken, \nWho cannot seem to give.\nAnd the soul, afraid of dyin', \nThat never learns to live.\n\nWhen the night has been too lonely, \nAnd the road has been too long,\nAnd you think that love is only \nFor the lucky and the strong,\nJust remember in the winter \nFar beneath the bitter snows,\nLies the seed, that with the sun's love, \nIn the spring becomes the rose.\n\nBut I say it's mostly about\nThe nookie (come on!),\nThe nookie (come on!),\nThe nookie (come on!),\nSo you can take that cookie\nAnd stick it up your (beep),\nStick it up your (beep),\nStick it up your (beep)...