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To me, such functions are like supermarket openings.

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At the Supermarket

At the supermarket,
The produce is stacked to the ceiling
And the fresh fruit
Is at the bottom.
You may feel pings
Of in di gestion
After eating
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At the supermarket,
Boxes are placed neatly in rows,
Perhaps even single file,
Marching in procession
Into consuming hands.
I'm sure they'll be ripped
O
pen
And ravished into cardboard ashes
When mom brings them home
To the kids.

At the supermarket,
Fish are packed tightly in tin cans,
Swimming nowhere in a packaged sea,
Salted for extra flavor…
Or was it to keep them from disintegrating?
Some cow's leg
Is slopped into a plastic wrap,
Blood still oozing out from the muscle.
A pig is split in half, Gutted and beheaded—
Put on a rotisserie
To spin around on the
Artificial fire.
Several chickens are neighborly
To the slab of pig carcass;
They also spin around and around
On the trochllic stick.
It's almost like
An amusement park ride
For dead animals.
Except it's not.
It's not. It's not. It's not.

At the supermarket,

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poem by Tim Stensloff
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Fair Openings

Of humankind and of love,
Of humankind and of peace,
But yesterday is gone too soon;
Abd we are faded in the age of love.

He will put his head up and she will put her tail up,
Softly and sweet to the taste of things;
And like fair openings of the graves.
See the sankes that they rear,
In this era of the computer age;
And of their nakedness as seen in the bush,
But the fair openings are like the crystal gleaming.

If there is no sex it is enough for the day,
But if there is sex then let it produce a baby;
And like a chosen leaf at the gate of Eden.

To see it by moonlight and to use it by daylight,
And like my first love at school;
But my second love was a t the place of work,
And in my death i will have my third love.

I am alive and kicking,
And like the beautiful and the brave!
But today i am very handsome and lovely.

Sea-birds of love and of the fair openings,
The morning star is here to stay with us all;
But in the noontide i will be with you my lover.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Calculus

Zero divided by one is zero,
but it bothered me
from my first conception
of mathematics
that one cannot
be divided by zero
and that it is incalculable.

When I found Calculus
new horizons
opened for me
and I saw mathematics
in another light
and I could find
how one approaches zero
and suddenly
Algebra became clearer.

At first the Calculus dragon
tried to incinerate me
and lengths, volumes and areas
looked like madness to me,
but later I understood the functions
and derivatives
and exponents
and logarithmic functions
became clear to me.

I understood that real numbers
have no greatest
or smallest number
and that there’s always
a larger number
that goes on infinitely.

Limits, gradients and curves,
maximum and minimum values
of functions
and rates of change
and integration and differentiation
made that I
could write my own formulas
and could solve problems
that where unsolvable before
and the Calculus dragon
protected me
and became my pet.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Functions

Functions are held so that hosts are focused.
Functions are held so that guests are spotted.
Functions are extravagant meeting grounds.
28.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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And our big theme has been, you have made so much progress, we urge you on with the openings and market openings that have occurred. They clearly work and continuing on that path will produce further growth and further opportunities for the Indian people.

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Somebody Elses Money

We can buy that mansion on the hill
Well fill it up until its filled
Well buy a big black cadillac
And well keep an extra one in the back
Well sit home just listening
To the sounds of the winds when theyre breaking
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy you that flower garden
With every rose thats ever risen
With a blanket and a safety pin
Well keep away all the boogie men
And we can buy you that swing
Swing through the skies openings
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can tattoo nickels on our skin
Well drain our veins and put honey in
Well buy new fingers two times ten
Well even put pennies in our chins
Well buy a silver set of wings
Lay em on our backs for the winds
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
Well crash in on the neighbors wedding
Well steal the cake and go running
Youll head straight for the jewelry
And Ill steal the money like a lottery
Well buy a set of legs just for walking
And another set of tongues for when were small talking
Another set of lips for being obscene
And another set of heads for halloween
And we can buy you that swing
To swing through the skies openings
We can buy that diamond ring
Just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy babies for the babies
Well give them both big red ponies
Theyll live in that mansion on the hill
That well keep on fillin until its filled
Well watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
Watching us buying everything we dont need
I know theyre listening
Through a telescope from across the street
Watching us fillin up the bathtubs with sweets
Money, money, money

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Somebody Elses Money

We can buy that mansion on the hill
Well fill it up until its filled
Well buy a big black cadillac
And well keep an extra one in the back
Well sit home just listening
To the sounds of the winds when theyre breaking
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy you that flower garden
With every rose thats ever risen
With a blanket and a safety pin
Well keep away all the boogie men
And we can buy you that swing
Swing through the skies openings
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can tattoo nickels on our skin
Well drain our veins and put honey in
Well buy new fingers two times ten
Well even put pennies in our chins
Well buy a silver set of wings
Lay em on our backs for the winds
And we can buy that diamond ring
And just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
Well crash in on the neighbors wedding
Well steal the cake and go running
Youll head straight for the jewelry
And Ill steal the money like a lottery
Well buy a set of legs just for walking
And another set of tongues for when were small talking
Another set of lips for being obscene
And another set of heads for halloween
And we can buy you that swing
To swing through the skies openings
We can buy that diamond ring
Just about any other thing
With somebody elses money
We can buy babies for the babies
Well give them both big red ponies
Theyll live in that mansion on the hill
That well keep on fillin until its filled
Well watch the neighbors fatten up with greed
Watching us buying everything we dont need
I know theyre listening
Through a telescope from across the street
Watching us fillin up the bathtubs with sweets
Money, money, money

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Hiawatha's Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
With his fishing-line of cedar,
Of the twisted bark of cedar,
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma,
Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes,
In his birch canoe exulting
All alone went Hiawatha.
Through the clear, transparent water
He could see the fishes swimming
Far down in the depths below him;
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish,
Like a spider on the bottom,
On the white and sandy bottom.
At the stern sat Hiawatha,
With his fishing-line of cedar;
In his plumes the breeze of morning
Played as in the hemlock branches;
On the bows, with tail erected,
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo;
In his fur the breeze of morning
Played as in the prairie grasses.
On the white sand of the bottom
Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma,
Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes;
Through his gills he breathed the water,
With his fins he fanned and winnowed,
With his tail he swept the sand-floor.
There he lay in all his armor;
On each side a shield to guard him,
Plates of bone upon his forehead,
Down his sides and back and shoulders
Plates of bone with spines projecting
Painted was he with his war-paints,
Stripes of yellow, red, and azure,
Spots of brown and spots of sable;
And he lay there on the bottom,
Fanning with his fins of purple,
As above him Hiawatha
In his birch canoe came sailing,
With his fishing-line of cedar.
"Take my bait," cried Hiawatha,
Dawn into the depths beneath him,
"Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma!
Come up from below the water,
Let us see which is the stronger!"
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Song Of Hiawatha VIII: Hiawatha's Fishing

Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
With his fishing-line of cedar,
Of the twisted bark of cedar,
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma,
Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes,
In his birch canoe exulting
All alone went Hiawatha.
Through the clear, transparent water
He could see the fishes swimming
Far down in the depths below him;
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish,
Like a spider on the bottom,
On the white and sandy bottom.
At the stern sat Hiawatha,
With his fishing-line of cedar;
In his plumes the breeze of morning
Played as in the hemlock branches;
On the bows, with tail erected,
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo;
In his fur the breeze of morning
Played as in the prairie grasses.
On the white sand of the bottom
Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma,
Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes;
Through his gills he breathed the water,
With his fins he fanned and winnowed,
With his tail he swept the sand-floor.
There he lay in all his armor;
On each side a shield to guard him,
Plates of bone upon his forehead,
Down his sides and back and shoulders
Plates of bone with spines projecting
Painted was he with his war-paints,
Stripes of yellow, red, and azure,
Spots of brown and spots of sable;
And he lay there on the bottom,
Fanning with his fins of purple,
As above him Hiawatha
In his birch canoe came sailing,
With his fishing-line of cedar.
'Take my bait,' cried Hiawatha,
Dawn into the depths beneath him,
'Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma!
Come up from below the water,
Let us see which is the stronger!'
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Supermarket

I paid a visit to the shops,
On the arrival my wits died;
Money was exercised and I was made,
My own business stayed in the eyes,
The money made me rich and also richer.
No game was in the air, the shops,
The shops, and more shops.
This was a supermarket bustling with goods,
Food employed me to encounter it,
The wit of dying came to ruins,
The care of dying was living,
And this was the supermarket.

poem by Naveed Akram
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A Backhanded Compliment For Carrefour

Egypt has now proven
when it comes to looting
Carrefour is supreme

supermarket of choice
major Cairo Carrefour
supermarket completely

looted was selected
as protesters first choice
in shelf clearances.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ancient Cultural Architecture

modern supermarket
erected among ancient
cultural architecture
screams I don't
believe in the past
those feelings are gone

have nothing to do
with modern hunger
people must all eat
behold my location
prime central land
people swarm to buy

purpose is everything
location is central
behold aged supermarket
no longer trendy
drawing large crowds
soon pulled down

classic supreme architecture
watches young pretenders
age come go failing time tests

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ballad Of Spider John

Ballad of spider john
By: willis a. ramsey
1974
Spider john is my name friend
Im in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If youd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait till the song is sung and the story is told
You might come to understand
Oh, Im old and bent and devil sent, runnin out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand
Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought Id found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin ransom
Then one day I met diamond lill
She was the sweetest thing, I declare
That the summer breeze had ever blown my way
But lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray
But you see that the word got around and lilly left town
Never saw her again
Tossin and turnin, causin my heart to grieve
Chorus:
Oh, I was a supermarket fool
I was a motor bank stool-pidgeon, robbin my hometown
I thought I lost my blues, yes I thought I paid my dues
I thought Id found a life to suit my style
But here I sit old spider john the robber-man
Long, tall, and handsome
Yes, old spider john with a loaded hand, takin ransom
That is all my story
Its been these thirty years since I took to the road
To find my precious jewel one
And if you see my lilly, wont you give her my regards
Tell her ole spider got tangled in the black web that he spun
You can tell her ole spider got tangled the black web that he spun

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Apples & Oranges

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
Shes on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do cause Im feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might to know
Im the lorry driver man
Shes on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

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Apples And Oranges

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
feeding ducks in the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

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A Supermarket in California

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price
bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and
followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting
artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in
driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you
have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and
stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

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Down the Sweet Shop

The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Worlds Biggest Rat

World’s Biggest Rat.

A moonlit evening, behind a supermarket in Denmark, a guard
spotted a very big rat and he got his dog to kill it. The biggest
rat in the world so big it couldn’t live in the sewer, it makes
you proud to be Danish. With so much food around in streets
and in supermarket’s bin, could easily feed the poor. But there
is no poor people in Denmark! Vermin is a problem, one can’t
put them on a lorry and send them to another country.
There was a picture of the rat in the papers, a conceited guard,
we didn’t his dog though, held it aloft like trophy. It turned to
be a mother rat when it was dissected at the lab, eight baby rats
waiting to be born. More and more, long tailed rodents are
roaming streets, emptying bins and eating our babies in their
cots. One wonders if they are listening to the ancient prophecy: ”
One day vermin shall live in the sunlight side by side with man.”

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Great Poets Missed Never Met

Great poets missed
never met
never engaged
artistic in conversation

we missed William Shakespeare
John Milton, Edmund Spenser
who wrote 'The Faerie Queene';
John Done long gone but not forgotten

we missed Francois Marie Arouet
better known as pen name Voltaire
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
and macabre master Edgar Allan Poe

we missed the romantic poets
Shelley, Keats, Lord Byron
all dead within three years
of each others tragic deaths

we missed William Blake
“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye”

we missed the lake poets
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
William Wordsworth who
quarrelled irrevocably parted

we missed Robert Browning
wife Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Henry Wadsworth-Longfellow
Italian Dante Gabriel Rossetti

sister Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman
Lewis Carroll who took us in concepts
‘Through the Looking-Glass’ allusions

we also missed Wilfred Owen pacifist
T.S. Eliot walking ‘The Waste Land’
Siegfried Sassoon slaughter survived
Wystan Hugh Auden a man of a lit wit

William Carlos Williams upon ‘a red
wheel barrow’ so much depends spins
Sylvia Plath into ‘The Bell Jar’ while
Allen Ginsberg stalks Walt Whitman

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Walk To The Shop

I’m going for a walk
I’m going for a walk to the shop
I’m walking to the shop
I sweat as I walk to the shop
I’m walking to the sweat shop
I’m working at the sweat shop
I work at a sweat shop

I’ll be back in an hour
I’ll be back in hours
I’ll be back in 16 hours
I’ll be back from work in 16 hours
I’ll be back from my 16 hour shift
I work a 16 hour shift

I need to go to the supermarket
I need to go to the supermarket to buy food
I need to buy food
I need to spend my wages on food
I need to spend all of my wages on food
All of my wages is just a few pence
For my wages I only have a few pence
I only get paid a few pence

I’ll be home soon
I’ll be back to my home soon
I’ll be back to my house in this town soon
I’ll be back to my house in this shanty town soon
I’ll be back to my hut in this shanty town soon
I live in this shanty town
I live in a shanty town

I am wearing my pair of Nike running shoes
I have a pair of Nike running shoes
I have lots of pairs of Nike running shoes
I am surrounded by lots of pairs of Nike running shoes
I make lots of pairs of Nike running shoes
I make Nike running shoes
I make your Nike running shoes.

I work in a sweat shop
I work a 16 hour shift
I only get paid a few pence
I live in a shanty town
I make your Nike running shoes

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