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It's normal for a sieve to have holes in it.

Lebanese proverbs
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The Jumblies

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, `You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, `Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
`O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

The water it soon came in, it did,
The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, `How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
While round in our Sieve we spin!'
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.

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poem by Edward Lear
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S. N. A. F. U.

Now, the industry has got me thinking twice
Thinking with the treble mix, gotta shake em like dice
Let the whole world know I cant go for that
Girls know that I got gold and stacks
In every cul de sac from the streets to the clubs
Im making hits and everybodys showing love
Fact is Im back and Im rolling like jackson
Wont stop until Im back at multi platinum
So I start with some action, Im the main attraction
Here to lie down to the west crackin
Stackin big chips, holmes, gotta get em
Hauling in lots of residuals, what you got
You cant choose me
Bring it to you live for the year 2g
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - Im all fu_ked up
Yo, ice its jim splice me in - no, stop
Begin, pause, cause I gotta call the next of kin
Tell em where you been, tell em that youre ok
Doa, here say, no way, wont say
Dead yes, dead all, not dead and gone
Like a multi-leader, a little bit withdrawn
Time and go like a vicious cycle
Then wham, make em think that you are coming out like george michael
On par to make people to turn in no sooner
Hook, line, and sinker; like charlie the tuna
Drop the hero and get with the zero
Ill try to keep it clean like mr. belvedere
Fu_k me, fu_k you, fu_k the single
Dont want to take it in the can, youre not pringles
But once you pop you cant stop
So dont interrupt - situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me

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song performed by Vanilla Ice
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Totalimmortal

Hope unknown
Sometimes just waking is surreal
I walk right through the nameless ones
I know that
Hope's unknown
Sometimes the water feels so real
As I walk through it fills
My lungs, my god, I'm drowning
This day never seems to end
This pain, never
This day never seems to end
This rage I can not let go
Oh, oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
So alone
Sometimes I swear that i can hear
The taunting of the voiceless ones
I fear that
I alone
Fear those who finally cease to feel
That they're alone inside this place
I am the misplaced
This day never seems to end
This pain, never
This day never seems to end
This rage I can not let go
Oh, oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Oh oh
Hear them calling
Oh oh oh, oh
Feel them gnawing out holes
Oh oh
Holes through flawless souls
Now every face, it looks familiar
Then every face would melt away until

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song performed by Offspring
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Y - hole- 9+2=11

Lucky at this hole.
Watchout - they steal holes.
WHO-WHO-WHO
Not them - them.
Flowing sands-sands-sands and man.
Catch infinite vibes - MAN.
HOLES-HOLES-HOLES
Gone hole insane, hole insane - PAINS.
Peephole, porthole, volcano hole.
HOLES FOR SALE 'smart guy'.
HOLES FOR SALE 'smart guy'.
Sells nothing - makes money - SMART.
HOLES FOR SALE
LUCKY, , , bought a hole....SMART.
Donut holes-Bagel holes - *FOR SALE*.
Never thought about holes before.
LUCKY, , , at the, , , , ,11 hole.
LUCKY-LUCKY-LUCKY - 'knows'.
HOLES FOR SALE - {sale day}
SALE DAY - SALE DAY - SALE DAY
HOLES FOR SALE

2/27/2009 Joe Poewhit

JESUS SAVES

poem by Joe Poewhit
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The Power Beyond What Is Normal (2 Cor.4: ; 7) ...

The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Humans Can Hardly Explain
But The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Pull You Out of Pain

The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Can Really Make A Change
It Can Lift You From The Dumps
Up Into Sun Rays!

It Can Take An Aching Heart
In The Deep Of The Night
Heal It ‘Til It Glows
Like Candlelight

Whether Its Your Lowest Moments
Or The Coldest, Lonely Hours
The Power Beyond What Is Normal
Is A High Power!

It Is The Powers That Be
It Is The Power That Is
It Beats All Other Powers
… and It’s HIS!

It Is The Power For The Better
It Is The Power That Lasts Forever
To Really Turn It On
Just Pull Love – Lever

Call On It In A Hurry
In An Emergency
When It Comes To You
You Will Finally See

It Is The Power Of Holy Spirit
And It’s Awesome To Be Near It
But When It Fills Your Soul
… Boy, It’s Joy Is Bold!

It’s Like An Apple Covered In Carmel (1 Pet.2: 3)
I Can’t Resist The Power Beyond Normal
It’s The Sweetest Power Treat (Ps.19: 7-10)
I’ll Ever Eat …

It’s The Strongest Power Trip, I’ll Take
While I’m Awake …
It’s Not A Gimmick Fake
It Feels So Great!

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poem by MoonBee Canady
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The Dong with a Luminous Nose

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights; --
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore; --
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: --

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night, --
A Meteor strange and bright: --
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.

Slowly it wander, -- pauses, -- creeps, --
Anon it sparkles, -- flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along, --
"The Dong! -- the Dong!
"The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
"The Dong! the Dong!
"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"

Long years ago
The Dong was happy and gay,
Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
Who came to those shores one day.
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, --
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, --
"Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
And they went to sea in a sieve.

Happily, happily passed those days!
While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
They danced in circlets all night long,
To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,

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poem by Edward Lear
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Old School Shirt

Im just mad about my old school shirt
*the tales they are embossed
The things of all those kids and that old center school
*all those kids are last/lost
*them kids are last/lost
*theyre last/lost
Im just mad about that old radio
The tunes that it used to play
How come you aint singing now well
Did our voices get away
Well did they get away
Get away
Ill be shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky once again.
Im just mad about all those people
Who came but did not stay
They sit so quietly my memories
Gone but not on me
Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky once again.
Shooting holes in the sky to make it rain, make it the same
Shooting holes in the sky once again.
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Caught in a headlock, I wanted to be the same
Again.

song performed by Gomez
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Holes

There's three in the wall from those pictures in the closet
Two in the bedroom from that night I lost it
One deep inside me determined to stay
They don't get any bigger but they don't go away
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
I pour drink after drink but nothing hit bottom
I've been on my knees admitted my problem
The love that we made still barely an echo
I'll try anything in these vacant hollow
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
There's two through my hands and one through my feet
From this cross that I bare to the day that I see
Its guilt and its blame its shame and its love

song performed by Rascal Flatts
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Book Of Black Holes

You be on yourside
I'll be on my side
In between there is a book
the book of Black Holes

You sling your arrows
I'll dodge the harrows
And then I'll record it
In the book of Black Holes

There be many pages
that goes through many stages
In the end you may find it
In the book of Black Holes

If it's a five or ten
Even a zero I win
And I have recorded it
In the book of Black Holes

Your comments cryptic
Your words haze, eliptic
And like I said goes down
In the book of Black Holes

Your choice to be insipid
Your dreams are timid
Compared to what's collected
In my book of Black Holes

poem by Midnights Voice
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Rang Dang

Set your phasers on kill if ya will so catch the feeling
Got your head a pumping a back and forth until it hits the ceiling
Now I'm wheeling dealing stealing Johnny's apple seeds
Slapped you with a baseball bat upside the head until it bleeds
Showing no mercy step like Solomon Grundy
Hit ya with a table leg like I was Ted Bundy
I bludgeoned you you're bloodied you think it's kinda of funny
First I'll take your money and then I'll swipe your honey
Dip slip to the A.M. what is that you're saying?
You think you start praying it's not a game you're playing
Pump one pump two listen to the shotgun blast
I'll blast that sorry ass when you're all outta gas
I freak like Cerebal Palsy I'll get inside your drawers
For alarm there is no cause I funk like Lou Rawls
Basco Roscoe P. Cotrane
I wish I had a membrane so that I could go insane
Red light green light you know I always win this game
You can be my gingerbread and I'll be your candycane

Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
You might say no but I hope you mean maybe

No chance in hell but I could tell you crave me
Frisky from the whiskey and the thrills you gave me
Taste great but less filling so thrilling
Come unannounced like automatic billing
And you can't do nothing as I push your buttons
When I talk you're gonna listen like I'm E.F. Hutton
Like Lionel Richie up All Night Long
Jimmy Pop don't do nobody wrong
Stop flop flip and flop
Panties drop now I'm on top
So wiggle it just a little bit
I won't kiss your ass to get a piece of it
You said you wanted to do it now you're coming around to it
I'm the one that sowed the seed but you're the one that grew it
Take it blow by blow like Reginald Denny
I do it all the time How many?
Many frauleins I'm coming again like Jesus
And when I resurrect I'll be damned if I don't please ya
Our Jimmy Pop that art in hell hear it
Fill me with your Holy Spirit

Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
Rang dang diddlela dang a dang baby
You might say no but I hope you mean maybe

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song performed by Bloodhound Gang
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Push Downstairs

( it was coming out from texas )
( texas )
( maryland )
( maybe maryland yeah )
( yeah I remember that now )
( I do remember that )
( to record...because )
Push [x3]
Tina [x3]
Tina lives in berlin her voice so seldom
On my machine is here tonight
And Im on the market
And when Im on the market
Words move faster
Wire and clouds move thin between us
Like a skin
Like a salty skin
For a seed
A fat circles
Smiling smiling
Her voice so intentionally
Smiling and a clouds between us
These are my intentions
These are my intentions
Pushing [x3]
Push
Pushing [x3]
Kiss me I see you
Ive seen you before
I know about you I been told about you
You were waiting
And the winds waiting for me to call
And you were waiting and the air where its thin
Coming thru the tiny holes
Your hunger
Coming thru the tiny holes your finger
Coming thru the tiny holes and the edges of the night
And the tips of your wings are coming through the tiny holes
Pushing [x7]
Push
These are my intentions
These are my intentions
? the blonde
Is carrying something is carrying me
And someone I used to be
Great plastic someone
Blue plastic girl
Your dream is
Pushing [x10]
Push the way your body is

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Poem (‘In The Stump of The Old Tree...’)

In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because

in the stumps of old trees, where the hearts have rotted out, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and dank pools at the bottom where the rain gathers and old leaves turn to lace, and the beak of a dead bird gapes like a trap. But do not put your hand down to see, because

in the stumps of old trees with rotten hearts, where the rain gathers and the laced leaves and the dead bird like a trap, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and in every crevice of the rotten wood grow weasel’s eyes like molluscs, their lids open and shut with the tide. But do not put your hand down to see, because

in the stumps of old trees where the rain gathers and the trapped leaves and the beak and the laced weasel’s eyes, there are holes the length of a man’s arm, and at the bottom a sodden bible written in the language of rooks. But do not put your hand down to see, because

in the stumps of old trees where the hearts have rotted out there are holes the length of a man’s arm where the weasels are trapped and the letters of the rook language are laced on the sodden leaves, and at the bottom there is a man’s arm. But do not put your hand down to see, because

in the stumps of old trees where the hearts have rotted out there are deep holes and dank pools where the rain gathers, and if you ever put your hand down to see, you can wipe it in the sharp grass till it bleeds, but you’ll never want to eat with it again.

Contemporary Poetry and Prose, 7 (Nov. 1936), 129.

poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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Hub Normal

All human
Are not for
Normal...
At mind...

All are hub normal
Today...
Each every human
Mind is not for free...

All are wanted for
Some of wastage
Put in side the mind...
World is not for silient...

With human mind also...
Sounded, murmered,
Much busy...
so...

All human mind are
Hub normal...
Body also some time
Normal...
Many time hub normal...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Fatso & His Lady!

That mango tree was no normal
It got immense love so mortal
From dawn to dusk he watered
Hoping it is never left shattered
Plucking the fruits in noon
He sat by it with all bloom.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
What is it that brings that bloom
In this man so fat & hair so white
Was the thought that always rung
When I usually see him sing.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
My lady love sowed this seed
& fed to it her life
I cried cried & I cried
And one day she grew up
Through ground & this is it
He told with a whisper.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so immortal
Telling his tale of love
He had the last mango from it
He bore a smile on face
A tear in each eye
The seed in his palm.

That mango tree is no normal
It got immense love so mortal
Inspite of it being watered
Although I gave utmost care
In no time it became dry
And in air remained only their love……..

poem by BhanuPrakash Singh
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Normal

Pain is in proportion to livingness.
The more alive you are,
the more it hurts
to live.
This is normal.

The young hurt most
but mend quickest.
New flesh heals
where old flesh withers.
Young mind feels
pain piercing and deep;
often so deep that of itself it heals;
a child that cries itself to sleep,
cries and forgets in eternal singing.
This too is normal.

Until clinging
enters the heart,
laying up the treasure
of its tears
to be disinterred in later years,
repented at unwanted leisure.
And this is normal.

The prophet said:
“I will give you life more abundant.”
His shadow added:
“And more abundant pain to go with it.”
Quite normal.

Amidst so much normality
the pain is what shines through,
making a mere formality
of what you think you want to do.

Grasping out and feeling pain.

Letting go and letting heal again.
See where the yellow banner is unfurled:
“All is for the Norm
in this most normal of all possible worlds.”

poem by Brian Taylor
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A Mole Hill of Ignorance and a History of Disaster.

We've Found the Scrooge of Mankind; It is the Emotional Baggage
in our Brains that Causes our Selfishness/Ego/Sins/Failures/Sickness -
Our Self Image! Let's Wake Up to this Mess

Wisdom education boils down to emotional baggage removal education.
Thus wisdom education is the usual bringing into consciousness the
unconscious/subconscious buried memories of emotional slaps to the
self image. By re-experiencing old hurts in the full glare of the awareness
of the current mindful self; where the old incidents have to be relived under
the watchfulness of the current situationally aware self again and again,
by re-experiencing one unburied memorized incident at a time. Each
incident is put under the microscope of mindfulness in the context of the
situational reality when the indecent happened and is cross referenced with
the current self's situational reality.

Again we have many traditional routes to creating a baggage free brain
from yoga to psychotherapy. All these routes involve taking the subnormal
brain and reeducating/retooling it into becoming a normal brain. Wisdom
education involves taking the sub normal as well as the normal brain and
making it super normal. Wisdom education is applying emotional healing
through emotional therapies to make the brain super normal.

Just by cleaning up the brain of all emotional baggage makes the self pure
which is effortlessly wise. Thus cleaning the brain of emotional baggage is
wisdom education.

Living an even better life than an innately pure self requires a life of
self-awareness. This requires a deep understanding of all the applications
and implications of each one of the attributes of wisdom. We have
developed our very own original understanding of some of the attributes of
wisdom. We teach an understanding and cultivation of some of the attributes
of wisdom.

poem by Sajid Khan
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Love is hard

What happens when you have to say goodbye
do everything just go back to normal
well i can't do because im already intangled
in the mist of the love i feel for you
is it normal
to fall for a guy who already has one week
one week left to seem me
untill he leaves for college
to go his separate ways
is it normal
for me to cry at his graduation
for me to break down
when i only began to know him
is it normal
for me to be jealous of the thought of future girls
when i know that we cant be together anymore
love is the best and worst thing tha can ever happen
love is hard
is it normal

poem by Jasmine Jorden
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Holes get filled

Holes in skills, the voice fills them.
Holes in voice, the skill fills them.
Holes in both, the tune fills them.
Holes in all, the figure fills them

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Souls and Holes

Value some their souls whole
And wear with pride soles with holes,
Others pierce their souls with holes
And flaunt their fancy soles whole.

Blessed those with souls whole
Wearing with pride soles whole,
Lucky those with holes in souls
Suffering bites of holes in soles.

poem by Vinod Sharma
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You Were The Fool

Slow four...one two three four...
Bless the father bless the son
Cross your heart 'cause you're the one
Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
Curvy sticks and wooden poles
Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
You can wash your arm in a pool of mud
You can chop a tree prevent a flood
You can speak with a turtle just by flippin' him around
You can build a boat sail the sea
You can buy a moat forge a key
Initiate the sequence create catastrophe
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
Bless the father bless the son
Cross your heart 'cause you're the one
Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
Curvy sticks and wooden poles
Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
You were the fool

song performed by Ween
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