Quotes about sell, page 15
Dream-Pedlary (excerpt)
If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.
poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Quiquern
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow--
They beg for coffee and sugar; they go where the white men go.
The People of the Western Ice, they learn to steal and fight;
They sell their furs to the trading-post; they sell their souls to
the white.
The People of the Southern Ice, they trade with the whaler's
crew;
Their women have many ribbons, but their tents are torn and few.
But the People of the Elder Ice, beyond the white man's ken--
Their spears are made of the narwhal-horn, and they are the last
of the Men!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Love Of Jerusalem
There is a street where they sell only red meat
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes. And there
is a day when I see only cripples and the blind
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips.
Here they build a house and there they destroy
Here they dig into the earth
And there they dig into the sky,
Here they sit and there they walk
Here they hate and there they love.
But he who loves Jerusalem
By the tourist book or the prayer book
is like one who loves a women
By a manual of sex positions.
Translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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LOok WHerE GReEd HaS GottEN US
I have walked the earth,
but I have never seen
more animosity than
in a workplace.
People will gut
you there with
dull knives that
take hours to penetrate
all of the way.
They belittle or praise
sometimes twice
hailing from both ways.
It is greed, it is greed.
They want more and they
want to get more.
Sell your arms,
sell your limbs
they'll fly away
from you just the same.
The poor have many layers
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poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Surprise in Japan - Shinjuku's sex toy shop
shinjuku sex shop
it's more interesting to buy
one staffer quips
The sex shops paraded rubbery sex toys all over. It was my first visit to a sex shop and was quite thrilled by the openness Japanese had towards such merchandise. The staffer was a woman. Shinjuku Kabukicho is one large red light area so such shops are found in the area. Perhaps she knew I am not a Japanese and tried to put a light joke on my visit. She knew it would be hard to sell me an item. But that was a surprise, a Japanese woman trying to sell something quite 'offensive' to a man and being quite cheeky about it.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Occupy, The Body Of Freedom
'no more Kent States,
...no more Kent States...'
President Obama,
dont turn a deaf ear!
dont sell out to the machine.....
dont betray us like Nixon did!
silence is betrayel!
inaction is betrayel!
you cannot turn your head,
and hope we go away!
this isnt about helping you
get re-elected!
it's about the truth!
corporate America wont stand for it.
Wall street wont take it!
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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My parents are wrong
They bought lands
Built houses
Expanded their territories
Saved money
Sent all of us to school
They sacrificed a lot
Lived miserable lives
Lived as misers
For our future
Look at us now
We sell these lands
We sell these houses
We squander money
We were never educated
We give away these vast fields
We do not care
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Dream-Pedlary
IF there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?
A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.
Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.
poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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A Dream-Seller
I'm a dream-seller,
I sell dream every day;
You all can buy it,
But you have not to pay.
The dream of fairy isle,
The dream of shining day;
You can buy it from me,
But you haven't to pay.
I dream of great nation
Who won't have envy's eyes;
Who will cry for others,
But won't wait for it's prize.
I have a sweet sweet dream,
I want to share with all;
Fighting for religion,
Will push us to sure fall.
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poem by Nilakshi Das
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