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  • I can't do the 'sweet' bit, but short and sour - By the time you swear you're his Shivering and sighing, And he swears his love for you Is infinite, undying. Lady, make a note of this - One of you is lying. It's just so wonderfully cynical and I love it.
  • Celery raw developes the jaw, Celery stewed is more easily chewed. ~Ogden Nash
  • There's too many kids in this tub There's too many elbows to scrub I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine There's too many kids in this tub. Shel Silverstein RULES!
  • I don't know about "sweet" but the last lines of this one always get me. I'm printing the whole thing because it's just so touching. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
  • Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow Don't walk behind me, I may not lead Just walk beside me, hand in hand Together, we will succeed.
  • an excerpt from kahlil gibrans prophet on marriage... you were born together, & together you shall be forevermore. you shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of god. but let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. fill each others cup but drink not from one cup. give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. give your hearts, but not into each others keeping. for only the hand of life can contain your hearts. and stand together yet not too near together: for the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.
  • The Duck Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle or pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups. Ogden Nash
  • Here's a couple short, sweet poems I wrote: Two special people One special day A dream to share No price to pay Two hearts as one one life from two A special dream Of love come true and.. You'll always be mine To have and to hold You'll always be mine Together we'll grow old You'll always be mine For now and forever.. You'll always be mine You're my only treasure you'll always be mine Please tell me it's true Please be mine forever I'll always love you
  • "Love and Death" And yet a kiss (like blubber)'d blur and slip, Without the assuring skull beneath the lip. John Frederick Nims
  • Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. Fog THE FOG comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
  • Roses are red Violets are blue you're my friend and I like you short AND sweeet
  • the roses and kittens, I adore but you, jackass, are still sleeping on the floor
  • Teddy said it was a hat So I put it on Now Dad's saying Where the heck's the toilet plunger gone? -Shel Silverstein
  • The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel. -Taniguchi Buson
  • Here I sit, Broken hearted, Came to sh**, And only farted;)
  • Let Us Hasten, Let Us Fly Let us hasten-let us fly- Where the lovely meadows lie; Where the living waters flow; Where the roses bloom and blow. Heir of immortality, Segregated, safe, and pure, Easy, sorrowless, secure; Since our earthy course is run, We behold a brighter sun. Holy lives-a holy vow- Such rewards await us now. -Aristophanes No idea why I love this little poem, it just sticks to me :)
  • Tame Cat It rests me to be among beautiful women Why should one always lie about such matters? I repeat: It rests me to converse with beautiful women Even though we talk nothing but nonsense, The purring of the invisible antennae Is both stimulating and delightful. -Ezra Pound
  • Are you dead or are you sleeping? God, I sure hope you are dead
  • I'm Nobody Who are You Are You Nobody, too
  • Tied and bound, Red and bled, Razors cut, Now they're dead. TBO@
  • To be or not to be.
  • Can't remember which car I drove to the mall. My Sonicare won't recharge, now I gotta brush my teeth like a neanderathal.

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