what is the poem about "if its dirty wash it. if it falls pick it up"?
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I know the one you are talking about. Found it! House Rules. If you sleep on it, make it up. If you wear it, hang it up. If you drop it, pick it up. If you eat out of it,wash it. If you step on it, wipe it up. If you open it, close it. If you empty it, fill it up. If it rings, answer it. If it howls, feed it. If it cries, love it.
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A number of poems contain the word impiety and deal with nature and God.  Among them:\n\nJohn Donne's "Holy Sonnet XI" ( http://www.netpoets.com/classic/poems/022034.htm )\n\nShakespeare's "Sonnet 067: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live" ( http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/433 )\n\nPope's (rather long) "Essay on Man" ( http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/pope-e1.html )\n\nWigglesworth "A Prayer Unto Christ the Judge of the World" (from Day of Doom) ( http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/subjects/eaw/poems/wiggtext.htm )\n\nI would direct you to Wigglesworth first, as it sounds like it may be closest to what you're looking for.
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That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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It is actually from a Lord Alfred Tennyson poem who was England's Poet Laureate after Wordsworth. \n\nFrom Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem 'In Memoriam:27', 1850:\n\n    I hold it true, whate'er befall;\n    I feel it, when I sorrow most;\n    'Tis better to have loved and lost\n    Than never to have loved at all.\n\n\nTennyson married, but I guess that doesn't give us a clear indication if he ever actually found love.
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THE FINAL INSPECTION \n\n\nThe soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass.\nHe hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass. \n"Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you?\nHave you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"\n\nThe soldier squared his shoulders and said, no, Lord, I guess I ain't.\nBecause those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint.\nI've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.\nAnd sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough. \nBut, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...\nThough I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just too steep.\nAnd I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear. \nAnd sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.\nI know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.\nThey never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.\nIf you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand.\nI never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand.\n\nThere was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.\n\nAs the soldier waited quietly, for the judgment of his God.\n\n"Step forward now, you soldier, you've borne your burdens well.\nWalk peacefully on Heaven's streets,  you've done your time in Hell." \n\n\n~Author Unknown~ \n\n\n\n\n   It's the Soldier, not the reporter \nwho has given us the freedom of the press. \n\nIt's the Soldier, not the poet, \nwho has given us the freedom of speech. \n\nIt's the Soldier, not the politicians \nthat ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. \n\nIt's the Soldier who salutes the flag, \nwho serves beneath the flag, \nand whose coffin is draped by the flag.
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a poem praising someone or something....maybe
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A personification poem gives life to an inanimate object.  It would be like a poem about a table.
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my favorite poem...\n\ni carry your heart with me(i carry it in\nmy heart)i am never without it(anywhere\ni go you go,my dear; and whatever is done\nby only me is your doing,my darling)\ni fear\nno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want\nno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)\nand it's you are whatever a moon has always meant\nand whatever a sun will always sing is you\n\nhere is the deepest secret nobody knows\n(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud\nand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows\nhigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)\nand this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart\n\ni carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) \n\n~ee cummings\n\nanother one that is quite good...though not really about love...\n\ni like my body when it is with your\nbody. It is so quite new a thing.\nMuscles better and nerves more.\ni like your body. i like what it does,\ni like its hows. i like to feel the spine\nof your body and its bones, and the trembling\n-firm-smooth ness and which i will\nagain and again and again\nkiss, i like kissing this and that of you,\ni like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz\nof your electric fur, and what-is-it comes\nover parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,\n\nand possibly i like the thrill\n\nof under me you so quite new \n\n~ee cummings
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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dirty joke\nwhite horse fell in mud
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Calvin and Hobbs are one of my favorites!  Here it is...\n\nhttp://homepage.mac.com/tigershark/poems/poem4a.html
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This poem has more than 4 lines, but it is the neatest poem I have seen about the English language.\n\nWhen the English tongue we speak\nWhy is break not rhymed with freak?\nWill you tell me why it’s true\nWe say sew, but likewise few?\nAnd the maker of a verse,\nCannot rhyme his horse with worse?\nBeard is not the same as heard,\nCord is different from word,\nCow is cow, but low is low,\nShoe is never rhymed with foe.\nThink of hose and dose and lose,\nAnd think of goose and yet of choose,\nThink of comb and tomb and bomb,\nDoll and roll and home and some.\nAnd since pay is rhymed with say,\nWhy not paid with said I pray?\nThink of blood and food and good;\nMould is not pronounced like could.\nWherefore done, but gone and lone -\nIs there any reason known?\nTo sum up all, it seems to me\nSounds and letters don’t agree.
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This is not an answer this is a poem I received please enjoy ( I am a very pale milky colour by the way lol)\n\nThis was written by an African American in Texas and is so funny. What a great sense of humour and creativity!!!\n\n\n\nWhen I born, I black,\n\nWhen I grow up, I black,\n\nWhen I go in sun, I black, \n\nWhen I cold, I black,\n\nWhen I scared, I black, \n\nWhen I sick, I black, \n\nAnd when I die, I still black.\n\n\nYou white folks....\n\n\nWhen you born, you pink,\n\nWhen you grow up, you white,\n\nWhen you go in sun, you red,\n\nWhen you cold, you blue,\n\nWhen you scared, you yellow,\n\nWhen you sick, you green,\n\nWhen you bruised, you purple,\n\nAnd when you die, you grey.\n\n\nSo who you callin' coloured folks???
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Excellent poem. I printed it & hung it in my Living room wall.\n Thanks
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group:Funeral for a Friend\nsong: History \n=]\n\nDear friends of this academy\noooh romeo is bleeding to death\nTo see a friend bleed to death, what for\nSome kind of metaphor that I cant see?\nSo I'll drink until I see it.\n\nThis sky will make me sick\nSo I'll give up on you\nI'll give up on this\nThis sky will make me sick\nSo I'll give up on this\nI'll give up on you\n\nArchers in your arches\nRaise your fingers for one last salute\nAnd bleed this skyline dry\nYour history is mine\n\nSo you want to hold me up and bring me down\nYes, you want to hold me up and break me down\nI don't care for your sweet scent\nOr the way you want me more than I want you\nand I don't care for your sweet scent\nOr the way you want me more than I want you\n\nArchers in your arches\nRaise your fingers for one last salute\nAnd bleed this skyline dry\nYour history is mine\n\nArchers in your arches\nRaise your fingers for one last salute\nAnd bleed this skyline dry\nYour history is mine..\n\nIt's all mine..\nIt's all mine..\nIt's all mine..\n\nArchers in your arches\nRaise your fingers for one last salute\nAnd bleed this skyline dry\nYour history is mine..\n\nArchers in your arches\nRaise your fingers for one last salute\nAnd bleed this skyline dry\nYour history is mine..
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Corb Lund, "Truck Got Stuck" here are the lyrics just to check:\n\nThe Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck\nBut the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up\nBut the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,\nWhich eventually pulled out the Ford\nWith some difficulty\n\nWell more rain than we'd seen for a thousand years\nCaused financial joys and biblical fears\nIt caused some smiles it caused some tears\nBut more to the point of our story\nFor The first time in the collective memory,\nThat old brown prairie that had been so dry for so long was very muddy\nBoggy and sticky\nWe'd pull one truck out and get another stuck in\nAnd motors would roar and tires would spin\nWe'd sink right down, down to the diff, and weï¿½d all take turns and do it again\nTill no one could move, we'd call one more friend,\nCome on out here, we need you, bring your truck\n\nThe Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck\nBut the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up\nBut the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut\nWhich eventually pulled out the Ford\nAnd the Dodge\n\nThey got me stuck in the mud, so they couldn't rehearse\nAnd Chavase too has missed his work\nRichie, he now fears the worst, he stood up his ex wife she called him a jerk\nCourse Holman didn't have nothing better do to, 'cept ranch.\n\nThe Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck\nBut the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up\nBut the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut\nWhich eventually pulled out the Ford\n\nWell it was truck after truck, we all got stuck\n'cept the big old four by hutterite truck\nWe all thought 'lord are we in luck!ï¿½\nBut he wouldn't come anywhere near us,\nMighty neighborly, mighty neighborly.\n\nSo we used a lot of our backs, a little of our brains\nWe jacked up the jacks, and snugged up the chains,\nWe all did our very best to refrain from shovelin.\nWe put what timber we had, underneath the wheels\nAnd we was all out of sand, but managed to steal\nTwo sacks of the best modern canola seed you ever did see,\nThat 'oughta give us some traction\n\nThe Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck\nBut the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up\nBut the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut\nWhich eventually pulled out the Ford\n\nWe spilled genetically modified canola seed\nThat was genetically modified for controlling the weeds\nAnd for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil\nAgriculture Canada is definitely gonna be looking for us
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If...by Rudyard Kipling\nIf you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!