Trending Words & Poems from March 22, 2014

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Poem with probability = 0.999993959231

The song written by Gordon Sumner and performed by Johnny Cash comes to mind...
I HUNG MY HEAD
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jebbs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him to practice my aim

My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse, he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head

I set off running to wake from the dream
My brothers rifle went into the sheen
I kept on running into the south lands
Thats where they found me my head in my hands

The Sheriff he asked me why had I run
And then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head

Here in the court house the whole town was there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the court room what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find

I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head

Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on a hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain

And hed come to fetch me to see what theyd done
And well ride together to kingdom come
I prayed for Gods mercy for soon I'll be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head

Poem with probability = 0.988884142241

Inherit and you're not a taker?
A lie-in-your-hammock thirst slaker?
It's the jerk who must work
Daddy's wealth ain't his perq',
Too bad for the Butcher and Baker!

Poem with probability = 0.9863590579

He's withholding the get
to get her goat
in a civil court
this would never float.

Poem with probability = 0.981530399753

Distortion, distortion, distortion,
As always is the Repubs' portion,
They go at the facts
With a well wielded axe,
And twisting, a model of torsion.

Poem with probability = 0.979625840214

A long-on-accomplishment fellow
Despite provocation, now mellow,
Ms Dowd could not raise
Anti-Hillary nays,
An old fashioned Jerry Brown bellow!

Poem with probability = 0.965615468654

If lack of shut eye makes you weep.
And you never can get enough sleep.
As a cure for all that
Turn into a cat
Unlimited slumber you'll reap.

Poem with probability = 0.942997721785

At eighty Ms Steinem's begun
To start thinking 'bout eighty one,
May her work for her gender
Continue in splendor,
With more than a dollop of fun!

Poem with probability = 0.879486667433

to Shoshana Halle...Imagine,

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Poem with probability = 0.84488368698

The SCOTUS should reject but will it,
If bad news Roberts' Court will spill it,
Sanguine I am not,
An aroma Tea Pot
Is in the air and seems to fill it!

Poem with probability = 0.599940679286

HIDE YOUR PET
VICK IS A JET!!!!!

Poem with probability = 0.225440994843

Big problems with inviting Putin to join Europe is that Russia
wants a major role and USA wants to monopolize it for itself.
There is basic conflict here. Weak leadership of Boris Yeltsin
allowed Russia to be a door mat for Bill Clinton. Putin, having
a historical perspective, wants Russia to play a major role.
The flaw with Obama's foreign policy is that he considered
Putin like Yeltsin and tried to yank Ukraine away from
Russia assuming Putin will protest and do nothing.
For Putin that was a red line- stand up or be counted out.

Poem with probability = 0.200538316197

Marianne Moore seems to have captured the essence of creativity! Language has no higher art than poetry.
Poetry
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a

high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
they are
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand: the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to

eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
under
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that
feels a
flea, the base-
ball fan, the statistician--
nor is it valid
to discriminate against 'business documents and

school-books'; all these phenomena are important. One must
make a distinction
however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the
result is not poetry,
nor till the poets among us can be
'literalists of
the imagination'--above
insolence and triviality and can present

for inspection, 'imaginary gardens with real toads in them', shall
we have
it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand,
the raw material of poetry in
all its rawness and
that which is on the other hand
genuine, you are interested in poetry.