Quotes about soaked, page 4
I Can Feel Him In The Morning
Child 1:
He kind of started all the plants growing, and he started people. well, I guess hes kind of big and fat.
Child 2:
He can see us wherever we do ... whatever we do. he has such powerful eyes -- he has to have millions and thousands and billions. and he can still see us when were bad.
Child 3:
He could be sitting on the table right now, but you cant see him.
Child 4:
He cant be everywhere at once doing everything for everybdy. everybody cant get what they want.
Child 5:
Well, his job is to make us good and to make us happy and make us parents happy.
Child 6:
Good is the right thing and bad is the wrong thing.
Child 7:
When Im good my mother never yells at me, when Im bad she does.
Child 8:
Good means to obey your mother and father, to do what the teacher says -- the things right. I feel miserable when Im ... when Im bad, I feel miserable on the inside but, on the outside, I just
Like I ... I feel now.
Child 9:
I think ... um, um ... there are more people that are bad than there are good. and, um ... if youre good, youll live forever. and, if youre bad, youll die when you die ... (repeat last sente
Wo more times to fade in echo)
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song performed by Grand Funk Railroad
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Aforetime
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,
At work I muse to you aloud;
Thought on my anvil softens, glows,
And I forget our art has foes;
For life, the mother of beauty, seems
A joyous sleep with waking dreams.
Then the toy armoury of the brain
Opining, judging, looks as vain
As trowels silver gilt for use
Of mayors and kings, who have to lay
Foundation stones in hope they may
Be honoured for walls others build.
I, in amicable muse,
With fathomless wonder only filled,
Whisper over to your ear
Listening two hundred odd miles north,
And give thought chase that, were you here,
Our talk would never run to earth.
Man can answer no momentous question:
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poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
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Selected Poems Of Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar [2]
[1] O WINGED STEEDS OF DESTINY
O Winged steeds of Destiny!
Holding thy reins
With confidence
And with firm hands,
We will pull them
To give ye direction,
Every time!
Lustrous and indomitable,
We are the sons of the soil
We stand by the toil
We cherish the youthful vigour;
We will pull
Thy bridle — mind you —
To give ye direction,
Every time!
O ye, the sentinels and the stars foretelling!
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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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Lethe
When dark thy childhood, tears and grief have filled
Thy swelling heart, that understood too much,
Yet not enough to be forgiving, when
The sun was pale, and darkness lonely, when
The fear of unknown evil made thy lips
Turn cold, and wonder changed to horror, then
To dumb despair, to childhood's hopelessness,
More hopeless than old age's iron clutch
Of unbelief, the shadow of the past
Will cast a pall o'er all thy life, then say:
Go down, Remembrance, into Lethe, go!
When work was hard and sacrifice in vain,
And stones were hurled at thee, thy flowers trodden
Into the soil, that, soaked with all thy blood,
Could not resist, and giving way would swallow
Thy noblest thoughts, and teach thee to undo
Thyself, gainsay thyself, as if a coward
Were crouching on thy shoulders, making thee
Believe that all thy heroism was
A sham--then say: Go down to Lethe, Thought,
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poem by Carmen Sylva
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Wind tickled clouds
Giggles heard from sky
My skin soaked!
haiku by Indira Babbellapati
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Money
A wad of dirty,
Green paper in the pocket,
Soaked in nervous sweat.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Bread
bread we eat is soaked
in farmer's, floor mill worker's
and bake-man's sweat
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Cleansing and mystic
Honest rain pounds the pavement
Despair soaked in grass
haiku by Maria Williams
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With Your Love
I am soaked in the rain and,
I am feeling very cold;
So come and warm me with your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mary Had A Little Frog
Mary had a little frog
And it was water-soaked,
But Mary did not keep it long
Because, of course, it croaked!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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