Quotes about eater, page 7
Understanding Women
Grassfly didn’t understand women;
Never quite grasped their fundamental
Psychology; never quite knew the trick
To get them on his side. His mother was
A matriarch who ruled the home with a
Big stick and a tongue like a viper’s spit.
Got to understand women, son, she’d say,
Else your limp life’ll be worth shit. He loved
To play piano; it gave him an outlet playing
His Schubert or Chopin pieces against the
Backdropp of his mother’s tongue. His woman
Friend, Big Bess, who wore outlandish clothes
And an XXL dress, was a mystery to him, like
Some character from Finnegan’s Wake, who
Loved to dance and say, Look Boy, see my big
Ass shake. Grassfly thought women an enigma;
God’s afterthought; the proverbial eater of
Apples, the talker with snakes. He played his
Piano pieces, watched with dulled disinterest,
Big Bess’s breasts and broad ass shake.
poem by Terry Collett
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Jim Corbett
Jim Corbett great stories of maneaters told
For some tigers become maneaters when they grow old
For a frail or injured tiger a Human Being is easier prey
But for killing a Human a tiger with his or her life has to pay.
To a tiger a Human Being is something it can eat
As a tiger is a meat eater so it needs meat
A Human Being or a buffalo to him the same
It kills because it has to without remorse or shame.
Jim Corbett who killed many a maneater has a park in India named in his name
And his stories of hunting maneaters they brought him great fame
But tigers only kill because they have a need to
And the tiger to it's nature is only being true.
Jim Corbett wrote of man eating tigers and of how he tracked them down
And his stories have earned him a place in renown
But for the most part a tiger has to be either very old or ill
Before a Human Being it will bother to kill.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Praise of Dust
'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
The dead stone lived beneath my foot,
And my whole body spoke.
'You, that play tyrant to the dust,
And stamp its wrinkled face,
This patient star that flings you not
Far into homeless space.
'Come down out of your dusty shrine
The living dust to see,
The flowers that at your sermon's end
Stand blazing silently.
'Rich white and blood-red blossom; stones,
Lichens like fire encrust;
A gleam of blue, a glare of gold,
The vision of the dust.
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poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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A Cup Of Tea
I have sipped, with drooping lashes,
Dreamy draughts of Verzenay;
I have flourished brandy-smashes
In the wildest sort of way;
I have joked with 'Tom and Jerry'
Till wee hours ayont the twal'--
But I've found my tea the very
Safest tipple of them all!
'Tis a mystical potation
That exceeds in warmth of glow
And divine exhilaration
All the drugs of long ago--
All of old magicians' potions--
Of Medea's filtered spells--
Or of fabled isles and oceans
Where the Lotos-eater dwells!
Though I've reveled o'er late lunches
With _blase_ dramatic stars,
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poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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The Dark Temptation
When the sweet dish
just melts in one’s mouth
one then tends to cherish
the tasty chocolate mousse
When one drinks milkshake
especially the chocolate one
one says, ”What a tasty make! ”
and asks” How was it done? ”
When one eats a chocolate cake
they say, ”The cake was damn good”
they ask”Please tell us how it was baked
So that we can make it if we could”
But what is the main ingredient
in these superb deserts?
“Its chocolate”- THE BRILLIANT
that adds magic to these deserts
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poem by Hansika Subramanian
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Let Animals Teach Man
The plants and trees fruits to us distribute
asking not our religious cult or caste.
Animals give us milk querying not
if we’re of the sect of man-eater or meat-hater.
The wind blows gentle and fast
all over the earth to cheer up things alive.
The rivers make the lands fertile
minding not the line of control,
drawn to control human longing.
The rains drizzle, shower and pour on us
and our children with verve
run out in glee to wet in it.
The Sun beams His rays
All over the Universe.
And He never rends us
into crooked religious sects.
The silver moon never reserves
His cool face to any one place.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Speak'n Aussie.
I myself like to speak plain,
Sometimes others drive me insane.
They say fine is my pronunciation,
And does not produce castigation.
So I'd like to give good English a plug,
So would ya give-it-go-ya-mug.
I mean to say fair dinkum.
Don't be down don't be glum.
Speak plainly it will suit.
You do not need a new bag of fruit.
English is no trick,
Unless you're away with the pixies.
How we dress is of importance as well,
We must try to square the circle.
Wearing cozzies or your uggies,
Out of place they look real bodgy.
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poem by R.K. Hart
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Sustain
Stilled search awaited call seize
bear behavourism's privilege frieze.
Conversant seek Messiah quest bound.
Search. Call. Implore. Summon. Herald.
Thee throngs call wilderness. Tidings’ Teacher.
With freedom’s veld
sweeping robes he’s coming fear.
Enlightenment held
by no lusting loose lay preacher.
What will eater of locusts honey weld
castrated searching repentant children?
Tempest intense as boiling cauldron
gilt gift held heaven summoned retainer.
Heart Soul Intestinal Guts Unbowed.
Baptize didactic. Symbolism vision!
{Bled tears bespeak sweated blood
until droplets fall a torrent shower! }
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Word Mechanism Behind A Poem
haunted by a word from the very morning
as soon as morning opens its door to give us birth again
a word follows my nail tips, my tongue tips, my minor fracture
in the left leg little finger where a pain of wound
during the last day stretching its passion
everywhere its tail, it means the tail of that very word
crawling silently to grasp my thoughts
daily paper comes with its regular course
wants to be strangled by proper attention at least once
at least a single news-eater who will suck
the last dropp of its imprinted ejaculation
everywhere observes the shadow of that very word 'tyranny'
take a bold sip of hot tea to get a move from it
yet hot too is also haunted by the word perhaps
threat me so loudly with its intense warm
about to be jumped up and throw away abruptly
the content from mouth
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poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Eldad
Fauna and Flora,
Build up your dreams and never give up;
And like the unleavened wafers spread with oil,
But, do no wander like shepherds on the top of the hills.
Yahweh allows cetain things to occur in our lives,
And of the protection that he has for us;
But all males must be circumcised in order to keep the law,
And like the joy of your music in the land of the living.
I was full when i left home but, i came back empty!
And while the girls were dancing,
Each man caught one of them and carried her off to be his wife;
But my joy is to meet you once again in the land of your muse.
To be raised up as a servant and to serve many people,
But the negative spirit came up and fought with me! !
So write down your poetry so that i may read them;
For out of the eater came out something sweet.
Why do you ask of my name when, you've already seen it?
However, i am very wonderful and i am a lover;
But, my name so sweet to your ears is Eldad,
And you will bewail your virginity on this hills when the time comes.
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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