All you get from a circular argument is dizzy.
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Thoughts Of A Goldfish
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
A goldfish I am; It is getting dizzy. Swimming around this bowl I am.
Am I a goldfish? I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl, I am a goldfish. I am.
Around this bowl I am swimming. It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy around this bowl, I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl; I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy.
Around this bowl, it is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish; I am swimming.
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
I am a goldfish. Bowl this around: it is getting dizzy. I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl. Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish bowl? It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming around this?
It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish. Am I swimming around this bowl?
Am I a goldfish? Around this bowl am I swimming? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? I am. It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish swimming? Around this bowl, I am. It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. Around this bowl I am swimming.
Am I swimming? I am a goldfish around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
Am I swimming? Is it getting dizzy? Around this bowl I am a goldfish.
It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming? Am I a goldfish around this bowl?
Am I a-swimming? I am a round goldfish. This bowl, it is getting dizzy.
This bowl: It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish I am swimming around.
Am I a bowl? It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish swimming around this.
It is getting dizzy. Am I a round bowl? I am this goldfish a-swimming.
I am a goldfish I am swimming around. Is this bowl getting dizzy? It is.
Is it? I am getting a goldfish. I am swimming around this dizzy bowl.
I am. I am swimming around this goldfish bowl. Dizzy it is a-getting.
I am a dizzy goldfish swimming. I am a round bowl. Is it getting this?
Is this bowl around a dizzy, swimming goldfish? I am. I am getting it.
Is this getting dizzy? Am I a round goldfish? Am I a swimming bowl?
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Dizzy
I wanna know who you are
No more admiring you from a far
You walk by I get weak in the knees
I get next to you andi get dizzy dizzy
The way you look the way you move
Your body's telling me that I cant lose
You and me were meant to be
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
With my eyes open I wanna see your face
Spend all my days in your sweet embrace
Just one night with you could set me free
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
You make me think of things to come
I'm dreaming that I'm making love
I dont know what you doing to me
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
(rap)
Hey I wanna hear you scream
Girl do you wanna get with me
Actually its plain to see
The way you move is making me dizzy
Dont know just what to do
I need some love to get me through
I'm feeling you
song performed by 98 Degrees from Revelation
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Too Dizzy
Theres too much talking for a night drive
Too much mist in front of my eyes
Im not trying to lose control
But youre just pushin pushin pushinfor a fight
You look trapped, turn the radio on
Too much smoke, air conditioning gone
But Im helpless in love with you
But youre just looking looking looking for a break
Is it love or is it what
Whos this guy Im gonna blow away hey
What kind of love is he giving you
Im-a-dizzys what Im trying to say
I said
Too dizzy-you cant have a lover
Im too dizzy-its me and no other
Im a bad loser-im-a-shakin in anger
Im a too dizzy-you cant have no lover
You can go on dreaming every night
But Im not letting you out of my sight
Im-a-ten times the man than any guy around
But youre just itchin-twitchin-itchin for a break
Theres too much talking for a night drive
And too much mist in front of my eyes
But Im helpless in love with you
But youre just looking looking looking for a break
Is it love or is it what
Whos this guy Im gonna blow away
What kind of love is he giving you
Im-a-dizzys what Im trying to say
I said
Im too dizzy-you cant have a lover
Im too dizzy-its me and no other
And Im a bad loser-im-a-shakin in anger
I said too dizzy-you cant have no lover
I said too dizzy
Dont come any harder
I said Im too dizzy
Dont come any closer
I said Im too dizzy
I said too dizzy
Too dizzy
Too dizzy
Too dizzy you cant have no lover
Too dizzy
Too dizzy
Im too dizzy
song performed by David Bowie
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Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
First time that I saw you girl
I knew that I just had to make you mine
But its so hard to talk to you
cause boys are hangin round you
All the time
I want you so much behind
But you keep playing hard to get
Im going round in circles all the time
Dizzy, Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
I finally got to talk to you
And told you just exactly how I felt
And I held you so close to me
And kissed you when my heart began to melt
How you took coltrol of me
cause Im so dizzy I cant see
I need to call a doctor for some help
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
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song performed by Boney M.
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Case Of The Misplaced Mic
They finally did it (whats that? ) they stole the mic I grip
Now that its gone (whats wrong? ) Im feelin tired and sick
(how did they do it? ) I dont know I wasnt sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother? )
My microphone was gone
At first I panicked (how? ) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm? ) without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back Ill find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what? )
I called dizzy
Dizzy: whats up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: word?
Lets get busy
Before I could tell dizzy what I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the tms crew
He said
Dizzy: word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
Its not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped
U might think its unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasnt no use
I tried to rock one two one two
But I couldnt get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (what if u loose? ) it be the first time I lost
But if I beat em Ill finally prove Im the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin strictly dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that Id win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat
Suckers shivered cause he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head
Perpetrator fell back (huh? ) and then he was dead
I was happy as hell cause I was lucky that nite
Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic
The case of the misplaced mic
Strictly dope in the house
song performed by 2 Pac
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Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)
They finally did it (what's that?)
They stole the mic I grip
Now that it's gone (what's wrong?)
I'm feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?)
I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother?)
My microphone was gone
At first i panicked (how?) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm?) Without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what?)
I called Dizzy
Dizzy: what's up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: Word?
Let's get busy
Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said
Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
It's not long until your beat
And then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
You might think it's unbelivable but word to the strength
when it comes to rockin rhymes I'm a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock One two one two
But I couldn't get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (What if u loose?) It be the first time I lost
But if I beat em I'll finally prove I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I'd win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat
suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme of
song performed by 2 Pac
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Dizzy Miss Lizzie
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
The way you rock'n'roll.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
When we do the stroll.
Come on, miss lizzie,
Love me fore i grow too old.
Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
Girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
When you call my name.
O-o-o-o-oh baby,
Say you're driving me insane.
Come on, come on, come on, baby,
I want to be your lover man.
Run and tell your mama
I want you to be my bride.
Run and tell your brother,
Baby, don't run and hide.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
And i want to marry you.
Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
Girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and.a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.
song performed by Beatles
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Silent Towers Wait
Only darkness.
Filtered through.
Veil upon seam veil.
Life sustaining veil.
Comprising increasingly.
Denser earthbound air.
Only darkness filtered through.
Till it seems intensely blue.
Until appears aerial illusion.
Heavenly threaded palette.
Painted through composite.
Strands upon stretching gulf.
Encompassing life web strand.
Embryonic space.
An earthly atmosphere.
A birth blue sky.
Rise through
multiflorous veils.
Find yourself
quintessentially
soul washed.
In mind blowing
soul encompassing
solar blackness.
Cold eternal
solar emptiness.
Then find
yourself
soulbound
earthbound
castdown.
In world below.
There’s no sky really. Where will
it begin? Where are ends?
Define it. Through striving effort see.
Through researched
study effort prove.
Perceived sky’s an illusion.
As is. Light deficient.
Midnight blue.
Malabar Hill
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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VIII. Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperum Procurator
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue,
Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight?
Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate!
—Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate,
Amo-as-avi-atum-are-ans,
Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood,
Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry)
And chews Corderius with his morning crust!
Look eight years onward, and he's perched, he's perched
Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair,
Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he?
—Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
Like this, papa shall triturate full soon
To smooth Papinianian pulp!
It trots
Already through my head, though noon be now,
Does supper-time and what belongs to eve.
Dispose, O Don, o' the day, first work then play!
—The proverb bids. And "then" means, won't we hold
Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast,
Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own,
That makes gruff January grin perforce!
For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth
Escaping from so many hearts at once—
When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet,
Jokes the hale grandsire,—such are just the sort
To go off suddenly,—he who hides the key
O' the box beneath his pillow every night,—
Which box may hold a parchment (someone thinks)
Will show a scribbled something like a name
"Cinino, Ciniccino," near the end,
"To whom I give and I bequeath my lands,
"Estates, tenements, hereditaments,
"When I decease as honest grandsire ought."
Wherefore—yet this one time again perhaps—
Shan't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose!
Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world,
May—drop in, merely?—trudge through rain and wind,
Rather! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint
There's cookery in a certain dwelling-place!
Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke,
Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light,
And so find door, put galligaskin off
At entry of a decent domicile
Cornered in snug Condotti,—all for love,
All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo!
Well,
Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Prejudice
IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
There, in the left-hand parlour, all in state,
Sit he and she, on either side the grate.
But though their goods and chattels, sound and new,
Bespeak the owners very well to do,
His worship's wig and morning suit betray
Slight indications of an humbler day
That long, low shop, where still the name appears,
Some doors below, they kept for forty years :
And there, with various fortunes, smooth and rough,
They sold tobacco, coffee, tea, and snuff.
There labelled drawers display their spicy row--
Clove, mace, and nutmeg : from the ceiling low
Dangle long twelves and eights , and slender rush,
Mix'd with the varied forms of genus brush ;
Cask, firkin, bag, and barrel, crowd the floor,
And piles of country cheeses guard the door.
The frugal dames came in from far and near,
To buy their ounces and their quarterns here.
Hard was the toil, the profits slow to count,
And yet the mole-hill was at last a mount.
Those petty gains were hoarded day by day,
With little cost, for not a child had they ;
Till, long proceeding on the saving plan,
He found himself a warm, fore-handed man :
And being now arrived at life's decline,
Both he and she, they formed the bold design,
(Although it touched their prudence to the quick)
To turn their savings into stone and brick.
How many an ounce of tea and ounce of snuff,
There must have been consumed to make enough !
At length, with paint and paper, bright and gay,
The box was finished, and they went away.
But when their faces were no longer seen
Amongst the canisters of black and green ,
--Those well-known faces, all the country round--
'Twas said that had they levelled to the ground
The two old walnut trees before the door,
The customers would not have missed them more.
Now, like a pair of parrots in a cage,
They live, and civic honours crown their age :
Thrice, since the Whitsuntide they settled there,
Seven years ago, has he been chosen mayor ;
And now you'd scarcely know they were the same ;
Conscious he struts, of power, and wealth, and fame ;
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poem by Jane Taylor
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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic II
Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)
They finally did it (whats that?)
They stole the mic i grip
Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
I'm feelin' tired and sick
(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
My Microphone was gone
First I paniced (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self
So I picked up the phone (For what?)
I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
My Mics gone (Wurd?)
Lets get Busy
Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
I got a battle at 6
With out my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think its unbelievable
But word to the strength
When it comes to rockin rhymes
Im a musical nimth
They Gave me other mics
But yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
Ya microphone or not
And I got to do this
Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
It'd be the first time I lost
But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket
Walked through the streets
Was hopin and payin
Strictly dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped
I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I win
To hell with the mic!
I hop on to the stage
Dizzy started the beat
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song performed by 2 Pac
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Don't Leave Your Kiddy Bidding In a Gloom Room
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
And ditch your pitching itch,
To scratch more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Scratching more than just a bit.
And you will not admit,
That you can't handle it.
And someone will come along,
To use you to do wrong.
And you will waste your time,
Convincing you are strong.
Don't you leave your little kiddy,
Bidding in a gritty city.
Since no one will give you pity.
And think you a dizzy biddy.
Don't leave your kiddy bidding in a gloom room,
Plan to go soon.
Or be stuck and out of luck.
Thinking you can make a buck.
Scratching more than just a bit.
Of a life you should give up,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Don't Want to Go
You know I don't love you,
But you made up in your mind I can not go!
And, you won't let me go.
You know I don't love you,
But you made up in your mind I can not go!
And, you won't let me go.
Oh-ooooh-oh
oh...ooooOOHH!
And...
I don't wanna go!
And I know you don't believe this, but...
You know I don't love you,
But you made up in your mind I can not go!
And, you won't let me go.
You know I don't love you,
But you made up in your mind I can not go!
And, you won't let me go.
Oh-ooooh-oh
oh...ooooOOHH!
And...
I don't wanna go!
Being here ain't easy.
And you won't let me go!
Your nose is just too busy.
And you won't let me go!
A busy body busy.
And you won't let me go!
I'd rather 'tip' and 'dizzy'
And, you won't let me go!
Oh-ooooh-oh
oh...ooooOOHH!
And...
I don't wanna go!
Oh-ooooh-oh
oh...ooooOOHH!
And...
I don't wanna go!
You know I don't love you,
But you made up in your mind I can not go!
And, you won't let me go.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only The Fake Blood Seems Real
humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed
quite a lot I think at the cinema humans have gallons of blood to bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing
red swims before our eyes till we've grown dizzy and have to get up
and stumble outside then out into the streets grown maroon with living death our triumphant red blood stronger than iron magnets stronger
than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed with other humans humans bleed quite a lot I think at the cinema humans
have gallons of blood to bleed out bleed out in the dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing red red swims before our eyes till we’ve grown dizzy dizzy have to get up and stumble outside then out in the streets grown maroon maroon with living death our triumphant red red blood blood stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have a lot in common with other humans humans bleed bleed bleed out in dying scenes on the theater screens all the flowing flowing flowing red blood red red blood
stronger than iron magnets stronger than ten men blood coating the gutters and storm drains of the city I wonder why we even bother going to the movies anymore? humans have lot in common other humans bleed bleed bleed bleed a lot humans gallons of blood blood blood blood to bleed out bleed bleed out in dying dying scenes on screens all the flowing flowing flowing flowing red red red red swims swims dizzy dizzy stumble streets maroon maroon maroon death death death death red red red blood blood blood blood blood drains why bother?
poem by Patti Masterman
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IX. Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius, Fisci et Rev. Cam. Apostol. Advocatus
Had I God's leave, how I would alter things!
If I might read instead of print my speech,—
Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower
Refuses obstinate to blow in print,
As wildings planted in a prim parterre,—
This scurvy room were turned an immense hall;
Opposite, fifty judges in a row;
This side and that of me, for audience—Rome:
And, where yon window is, the Pope should hide—
Watch, curtained, but peep visibly enough.
A buzz of expectation! Through the crowd,
Jingling his chain and stumping with his staff,
Up comes an usher, louts him low, "The Court
"Requires the allocution of the Fisc!"
I rise, I bend, I look about me, pause
O'er the hushed multitude: I count—One, two—
Have ye seen, Judges, have ye, lights of law,—
When it may hap some painter, much in vogue
Throughout our city nutritive of arts,
Ye summon to a task shall test his worth,
And manufacture, as he knows and can,
A work may decorate a palace-wall,
Afford my lords their Holy Family,—
Hath it escaped the acumen of the Court
How such a painter sets himself to paint?
Suppose that Joseph, Mary and her Babe
A-journeying to Egypt, prove the piece:
Why, first he sedulously practiseth,
This painter,—girding loin and lighting lamp,—
On what may nourish eye, make facile hand;
Getteth him studies (styled by draughtsmen so)
From some assistant corpse of Jew or Turk
Or, haply, Molinist, he cuts and carves,—
This Luca or this Carlo or the like.
To him the bones their inmost secret yield,
Each notch and nodule signify their use:
On him the muscles turn, in triple tier,
And pleasantly entreat the entrusted man
"Familiarize thee with our play that lifts
"Thus, and thus lowers again, leg, arm and foot!"
—Ensuring due correctness in the nude.
Which done, is all done? Not a whit, ye know!
He,—to art's surface rising from her depth,—
If some flax-polled soft-bearded sire be found,
May simulate a Joseph, (happy chance!)—
Limneth exact each wrinkle of the brow,
Loseth no involution, cheek or chap,
Till lo, in black and white, the senior lives!
Is it a young and comely peasant-nurse
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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The Ghost - Book IV
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
'Bove other men, and, gravely wise,
Affect those pleasures to despise,
Which, merely to the eye confined,
Bring no improvement to the mind,
Rail at all pomp; they would not go
For millions to a puppet-show,
Nor can forgive the mighty crime
Of countenancing pantomime;
No, not at Covent Garden, where,
Without a head for play or player,
Or, could a head be found most fit,
Without one player to second it,
They must, obeying Folly's call,
Thrive by mere show, or not at all
With these grave fops, who, (bless their brains!)
Most cruel to themselves, take pains
For wretchedness, and would be thought
Much wiser than a wise man ought,
For his own happiness, to be;
Who what they hear, and what they see,
And what they smell, and taste, and feel,
Distrust, till Reason sets her seal,
And, by long trains of consequences
Insured, gives sanction to the senses;
Who would not (Heaven forbid it!) waste
One hour in what the world calls Taste,
Nor fondly deign to laugh or cry,
Unless they know some reason why;
With these grave fops, whose system seems
To give up certainty for dreams,
The eye of man is understood
As for no other purpose good
Than as a door, through which, of course,
Their passage crowding, objects force,
A downright usher, to admit
New-comers to the court of Wit:
(Good Gravity! forbear thy spleen;
When I say Wit, I Wisdom mean)
Where (such the practice of the court,
Which legal precedents support)
Not one idea is allow'd
To pass unquestion'd in the crowd,
But ere it can obtain the grace
Of holding in the brain a place,
Before the chief in congregation
Must stand a strict examination.
Not such as those, who physic twirl,
Full fraught with death, from every curl;
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poem by Charles Churchill
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The Cosinic Curve
Callithumpus Kevin Kerr was a young astronomer,
Rich and handsome, eligible, sound and single,
Somewhat absent as to mind, and peculiarly inclined
To allow his love quest and his work to mingle.
'Jupiter,' said he, 'and Mars, all fixed and unfixed stars
And their orbits mid the circular have tarried;
There is nothing straight nor square in the heavens anywhere
Which reminds me, I should think of getting married.'
Clementina Mumphin-Moore was a modern girl who wore
Slinky frocks, and her slimming concentrated.
Thus, her health was far from good; but Matilda Mabel Wood
Was circular in shape - cats said 'inflated.'
Both these girls, the thick and thin, were most interested in
Callithumpus Kevin Kerr, who so auterely
Walked with face turned to the sky; each one rolled a roguish eye
'With view above,' for each one loved him dearly.
Callithumpus Kerr one day went a-mumbling on his way,
And both maids watched him as he conned his table:
'Jupiter, the Moon and Mars, all the fixed and unfixed stars
Are circular in shape - why, hello, Mabel!'
Clementina, oh, so slim, was invisible to him.
But he gazed at Mabel as he thought of Saturn.
Then he said, quite suddenly, 'Mabel! Will you marry me?
For an astronomer you're just the pattern.'
Thro' a crevice in the floor Clementina Mumphin-Moore
Slipped; and no one ever heard of her thereafter.
Mabel wed her clever Kerr, and their home, so friends aver,
Is a place of curves and meals and happy laughter.
Girls! Be warned in time; because certain universal laws
Rule creation, and you may not monkey with 'em.
Mold yourselves upon old mars and the fixed and unfixed stars,
For slim and slinky girls 'ain't got no rhythm.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Thrilling! the dynamics of destiny.
Touched by the temporal clouds
Engrossed with Earth’s circular rhythm,
Thrilling! the dynamics of destiny.
Thrilling! The dynamics of destiny,
See black bodied dragons manifesting
Themselves on the horizon, waiting, nesting,
One bellows out a thunderous growl-
Summoning the rain.
Engrossed with Earth’s circular rhythm
The Sun departs- Moon tears a schism
For this is nightfall’s sweet revision,
She has waited long to show us-
When we listened, when we came.
Touched by the temporal clouds
Their future isn’t more than ours
They gather, part, and trickle down
Into the cradle of our Earth,
Where they wait to rise again.
Touched by the temporal clouds
Engrossed by Earth’s circular rhythm,
Thrilling! the dynamics of destiny-
Yours? Mine?
Seasons-
Actions-
Progress-
Time
poem by Lazarus Knix
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To Be Sad Is A Mad Way To Be
Ive been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Ive been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Dont miss my point of view, without lookinyou wont see.
You bout to believe it now: you can be happy everyday.
Dont believe a little word now, you can be happy everyday.
The merry time youll ever have, you wear it down in everyway.
Ive been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Ive been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be.
Dont need to wear this thing out, you wear it down in everyway.
song performed by Jethro Tull
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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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