April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. 12
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. 18
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?Son of man, 20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, 23
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
Frisch weht der Wind 31
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
-Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer. 42
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,43
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, 46
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, The Lady of the Rocks, The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. 55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many. 63
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, 64
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. 68
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: 'Stetson! 69
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'O keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, 74
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! Hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frère!' 76
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II. A Game of Chess
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, 77
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid - troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia, 92
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene 98
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king 99
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley 115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What it that noise?'
The wind under the door. 118
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' 126
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag - 128
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess, 138
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said -
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get herself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army for four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for a lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot -
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. 172
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III. The Fire Sermon
The river's tent is broken; the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. 176
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of City directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept ...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him. 192
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear 196
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring 197
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter 199
And on her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole! 202
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
C.i.f. London: documents at sight, 210
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, 218
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, 221
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest -
I too awaited the expected guest.
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which are still unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence;
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and 253
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
'This music crept by me upon the waters' 257
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold 264
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
The river sweats 266
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester 279
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew 293
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'
'My feet are at Moorgate and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start."
I made no comment. What should I resent?'
'On Margate Sands. 301
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'
la la
To Carthage then I came 307
Burning burning burning burning 308
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 309
O Lord Thou pluckest
burning
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IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
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V. What the Thunder Said
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand not lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop 357
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together 360
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
- But who is that on the other side of you?
What is that sound high in the air 366
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico 392
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
DA
Datta: what have we given? 401
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider 407
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only 411
We think of the key, each in his prison
thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me 424
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina 427
Quando fiam uti chelidon - O swallow swallow 428
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie 429
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. 431
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. 401
Shantih shantih shantih 433

This next poem is a personal favorite of mine by an author named Nikhil Parekh.

chewbacca, didn't you see that james almost killed this thread cause the poem was too F@$^@#$ long!

Every star in the wonderfully resplendent cosmos; may
or may not enthrallingly shine,
And every thing on this Universe that flamboyantly
shines; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
STAR..

Every flower sprouting from fathomless kilometers of
land; may or may not diffuse rhapsodic fragrance,
And every thing on this Universe that is seductively
fragrant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
FLOWER...

Every cloud in the voluptuously crimson sky; may or
may not pelt tantalizing droplets of golden rain,
And every thing on this Universe that is enigmatically
misty; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CLOUD...

Every tree on bountifully fertile soil; may or may not
blossom into an astounding flurry of succulent fruit,
And every thing on this Universe that spawns into
countless of its kind; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a TREE...

Every battlefield on vindictively belligerent mud; may
or may not metamorphose into the ultimate victory of
mankind,
And every thing on this Universe that massacres and
indiscriminately sucks blood; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a BATTLEFIELD...

Every clock that incessantly functions for centuries
immemorial; may or may not transit you into
incredulously ravishing waves of untamed nostalgia,
And every thing on this Universe that monotonously
ticks; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CLOCK...

Every lion philandering rampantly through the
profusely robust jungles; may or may not be a
man-eater,
And every thing on this Universe; that was
vociferously ferocious; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as LION...

Every hive sandwiched amidst the magnificently royal
foliage; may or may not be boisterously buzzing,
And every thing on this Universe; that was melodiously
chattering and sweet; could not be irrefutably termed
as; only a HIVE...

Every eye majestically embossed in the sockets of the
charismatically alluring face; may or may not be
emphatic,
And every thing on this Universe with poignantly
gushing tears; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as an EYE...

Every salubrious coconut suspended from the branches;
may or may not harbor ingratiatingly sweet water in
its belly,
And every thing on this Universe that was obdurately
hard; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
COCONUT..


Every dungeon countless kilometers beneath soil; may
or may not harbor an unfathomable conglomerate of
snakes,
And every thing on this Universe as dark as the
ghastly night; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a DUNGEON...

Every stream voluptuously cascading through the
mountains; may or may not be culminating into ecstatic
froth,
And every bit of water wandering freely on this
Universe; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
STREAM...

Every song captivatingly floating through the
surreally mesmerizing atmosphere; may or may not
convey the message profoundly imbibed within,
And every voice that emanated on this Universe; could
not be irrefutably termed; only as a SONG...

Every thorn surreptitiously creeping from nimble
covers of soil; may or may not acrimoniously
infiltrate into innocuous skin,
And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly
sharp; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
THORN...

Every wind exuberantly blowing across the gorgeous
valley; may or may not strike the rocks,
And every draught of euphoric air on this Universe;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as WIND...

Every chili tangily extruding from immaculate layers
of soil; may or may not turbulently sting the tongue,
And every thing on this Universe that was thunderously
spicy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
CHILI...

Every spider fabulously slithering through its sticky
web; may or may not inhabit the same for a fathomless
lifetimes,
And every thing on this Universe that was intractably
sticky and entangled; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a SPIDER...


Every hill rising splendidly above mundane soil; may
or may not have its summit kissing the absolute zenith
of the rosy clouds,
And every thing on this Universe that was the top most
storied; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
HILL...

Every egg left completely solitary by itself; may or
may not hatch into an immaculately divine fledgling,
And every thing on this Universe that was oval and
pearly white; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
an EGG...

Every milestone enthusiastically stretching beyond
realms of imagination; may or may not evoke
inscrutable pleasure,
And every thing on this Universe that was delightfully
delirious; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
MILESTONE...

Every mark ardently embossed since birth on the body;
may or may not prove to be astonishingly auspicious,
And every thing on this Universe that was holy and
holistic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
MARK....

Every peacock dancing under zealously thundering rain;
may or may not make you entirely oblivious to all
other activities on earth,
And every thing on this Universe that was iridescently
feathered; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PEACOCK...

Every shadow shimmering uncontrollably like a new born
prince; may or may not cast a spell upon your drearily
sagging countenance,
And every thing on this Universe that was tranquilly
enchanting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SHADOW...

Every wine bubbling furtively in marvelously crystal
glass; may or may not intoxicate you beyond sagacious
control; as you guzzled it down with wild frenzy,
And every thing on this Universe that was viciously
inebriating; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
WINE...

Every snake charismatically slithering through the
jungles; may or may not incarcerate you in an
enclosure of unending mysticism,
And every thing on this Universe that was ominously
hissing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SNAKE...

Every nail agglutinated to the gigantic wall; may or
may not disdainfully rust as time unfurls,
And every thing on this Universe that was piquantly
pointed; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
NAIL...

Every slave heinously lambasted by its dictatorial
master; may or may not yield wholesomely to his
commands,
And every thing on this Universe that was
painstakingly persevering under the Sun; could not be
irrefutably termed; only as a SLAVE...

Every joke ridiculously bizarre and funny; may or may
not invoke pools of unlimited laughter,
And every thing on this Universe that made you smile;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as a JOKE....

Every destiny enigmatically encompassed within the
palms; may or may not lead to the unequivocal gates of
prosperity,
And every thing on this Universe that vacillatingly
truant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
DESTINY...

Every hair that was unsurpassably old; may or may not
be grizzly white in color,
And everything on this Universe that was insipidly
tender follicle; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a HAIR...

Every precariously poised knife; may or may not
barbarically deprive a person of vibrant life,
And everything on this Universe that was menacingly
gleaming; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
KNIFE....

Every blade of alluringly enchanting grass; may or may
not buckle capriciously under the violently
overwhelming storm,
And everything on this Universe that was spawning
bountifully from soil; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as GRASS....

Every garland blooming into a festoon of unparalleled
chivalry; may or may not impart fathomless
grandiloquence,
And every thing on this Universe that was profusely
decorated; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
GARLAND...

Every crocodile hideously writhing in the marshes; may
or may not pulverize its prey eloping rapidly through
the dense bushes,
And every thing on this Universe that was rustically
serrated skinned; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a CROCODILE...

Every telephone celestially ringing; may or may not
bring to you the message you forever desired,
And every thing on this Universe that was vibrantly
humming; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TELEPHONE...

Every toy frolicking gregariously in the playful
showroom; may or may not transit you back to realms of
innocuous childhood,
And every thing on this Universe that was innocently
bouncing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CHILD...

Every bell gloriously ringing in the holy temple; may
or may not bequeath upon you the entire richness of
this globe,
And every thing on this Universe that rapped with an
enchanting sound; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a BELL.


Every roof compactly stitched with brazen straw and
rubicund brick; may or may not sequester you
perpetually from the satanically speeding storm,
And every thing on this Universe that imparted
transient shelter; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a ROOF....

Every dewdrop emphatically radiating as the first rays
of dawn kissed blue sky; may or may not be pacify the
scorching trauma in your throat,
And every thing on this Universe that was fabulously
slippery; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
DEW DROP...

Every rope fantastically knotted into boundless folds;
may or may not catapult you to the ultimate summits of
your life,
And every thing on this Universe that was tenaciously
curled; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
ROPE....

Every pilot exuberantly whistling past the scenery;
may or may not crash against the sinister faade of
acrid rocks,
And every thing on this Universe that was flying like
a rocket; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PILOT....

Every crab cunningly crawling on the placidly nestling
shores; may or may inject its vindictive sting into
immaculate flesh,
And every thing on this Universe that was
surreptitiously sauntering; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a CRAB...


Every rivulet of crimson blood circulating through
countless humans; may or may not be philanthropic,
And every thing on this Universe that was ardently
red; could not be irrefutably termed; only as BLOOD...

Every embellished king seated on the scintillating
throne; may or may not be a dispenser of celestial
justice,
And every thing on this Universe which was
unequivocally princely; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as KING...

Every earthquake devastating to the most horrifically
abominable core; may or may not swipe civilizations in
its uncouthly treacherous swirl,
And every thing on this Universe which was resonating
cataclysmically; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as an EARTHQUAKE...

Every ocean ebulliently undulating under milky beams
of moonlight; may or may not drown ships in its savage
bottom,
And every thing on this Universe that was
mischievously salty; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as OCEAN...

Every opulently inspiring piano when delectably
strung; may or may not strike an intimate chord with
hearts obliviously strewn around,
And every thing on this Universe that rhythmically
rose and fell in a titillating cadence; could not be
irrefutably termed; only as PIANO...

Every ingenious idea blossoming in the brain; may or
may not lead to the pinnacle of astronomically
irrevocable success,
And every thing on this Universe that intransigently
dreamt; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
IDEA...

Every philanthropist incorporating the mission to save
humanity in his soul; may or may not reach the most
despicably shivering quarters of this colossal planet,
And every thing on this Universe that was supremely
chivalrous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PHILANTHROPIST...

Every story deluged with overwhelming romance and
enigma; may or may not evoke the intrinsic catharsis
of the persona,
And every thing on this Universe that was an
incredulous adventure; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a STORY....

Every wink flirtatiously executed; may or may not lead
lovers to the bridge of clandestine absconding,
And every thing on this Universe which was even the
slightest closure of the eye; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a WINK...

Every woman vividly enamoring; may or may not trigger
inferno's of raw desire through lackadaisical
ingredients of insipid blood,
And every thing on this Universe that was unbelievably
beautiful; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
WOMAN...

Every castle embedded with exotically evoking royalty;
may or may not give you the ultimate gratification of
your diminutive life,
And every thing on this Universe that was
aristocratically splendid; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a CASTLE...

Every chunk of wood floating nonchalantly through
water; may or may not decay towards corridors of
obsolete extinction,
And every thing on this Universe that was
opprobriously rotting; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as WOOD...

Every cow reigning supremely in an entrenchment of
divinity; may or may not alleviate the lives of
neglected urchins,
And every thing on this Universe that was gloriously
shining milk; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a COW...

Every prejudice stinkingly pulverizing its enemies to
infinitesimal ash; may or may not swipe civilization
from its very roots,
And every thing on this Universe that was turbulently
angry; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
PREJUDICE...

Every dog satanically galloping through the
insidiously empty streets; may or may not find its
robustly juicy bone,
And every thing on this Universe that was diabolically
barking; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
DOG...

Every terrorist pledging to finish blissful human race
like a horde of inconsequential flies; may or may not
manifest his cowardly mission into a veritable truth,
And every thing on this Universe that was abhorrent
malice; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TERRORIST....

Every whisper magnetically caressing the placid winds;
may or may not weave a tale of sensuously inexplicable
compassion,
And every thing on this Universe that was gently
diffusing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
WHISPER...

Every insect irascibly hovering around celestial
beings; may or may not accomplish its task of
fomenting irritation,
And every thing on this Universe that pertinently
pinches you; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
an INSECT....

Every game evoking rhapsodic sensations of
unprecedented exhilaration; may or may not linger in
memory for eternal times,
And every thing on this Universe that was joyously
interacting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a GAME...

Every cat fretting in frustrating starvation; may or
may not get a chance to smack its spout with heavenly
milk,
And every thing on this Universe that was cleverly
awaiting its chance; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a CAT....

Every beggar wailing on the tyrannical streets; may or
may not appease his gluttony to the epitome of his
appeasing contentment,
And every thing on this Universe that was spreading
its palms; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BEGGAR....

Every kite soaring handsomely in fathomless bits of
sky; may or may not escalate above the euphoric
clouds,
And every thing on this Universe that was ecstatically
flying; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
KITE...

Every bird flapping ravishingly through the boundless
skies; may or may not be a harbinger of unparalleled
peace and divinely brotherhood,
And every thing on this Universe that was
wholeheartedly free; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as BIRD...

Every robot fantastically evolved for meticulous
perfection; may or may not someday; substitute its
counterparts of the human kind,
And every thing on this Universe that was mechanically
monotonous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
ROBOT...

Every color vivaciously trespassing dazzling space;
may or may not seduce you into a cavern of everlasting
yearning,
And every thing on this Universe that was vividly
contrasting; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
COLOR...

Every Herculean muscle enveloping tenacious shoulders;
may or may not surge forward to uplift despondently
bereaved humanity,
And every thing on this Universe that was formidably
strong; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
MUSCLE..

Every parrot squawking animatedly in its cage; may or
may not replicate its master word for word; alike,
And every thing on this Universe that was relentlessly
chattering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
PARROT...

Every mother compassionately hugging her child all
throughout the day; may or may not be able to instill
in him the benign ideals of existence,
And every thing on this Universe that was protecting
you from disaster; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as MOTHER...

Every gigantically inflated balloon lingering in air;
may or may not burst; when vigorously pecked by the
woodpeckers,
And every thing on this Universe that fulminated with
a prolific bang; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a BALLOON...

Every cloth marvelously woven of exquisite Persian
wool; may or may not sequester you from the hideously
blowing winds of torrential winter,
And every thing on this Universe which was worn all
night and day; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as CLOTH...

Every gladiator adorned patriotically; may or may not
snatch triumph for his sacrosanct motherland,
And every thing on this Universe that was blazingly
brave; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
GLADIATOR...

Every picture woven with thrill and melodramatic
excitement; may or may not penetrate emphatically
through common masses,
And every thing on this Universe that was stupendously
entertaining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a PICTURE...

Every pen inundated with gallons of overwhelmingly
volatile ink; may or may not spin countless lines of
fascinatingly sparkling calligraphy,
And every thing on this Universe that was spotlessly
written; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
PEN..

Every fortress invincibly impregnated with a festoon
of scarlet bricks; may or may not defend the most
mightiest of attacks,
And every thing on this Universe that was towering in
unbelievable charisma; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as FORTRESS....

Every spring magnificently coiled into intricately
glistening folds; may or may not bounce back beyond
the realms of infinite infinity,
And every thing on this Universe that was
insurmountably spongy; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a SPRING...

Every mirror embedded in oligarchic chicory rosewood;
may or may not candidly reflect; the inner most voice
entrapped intensely in the soul,
And every thing on this Universe that explicitly
divulges; could not be irrefutably termed; as only a
MIRROR...

Every line drawn exotically on seductively simmering
soil; may or may not reach its ultimate goal,
And every thing that was pragmatically straight; could
not be irrefutably termed; as only a LINE....

Every amicable lip blending uninhibitedly with all
benevolent alike; may or may not blossom into an
astoundingly tantalizing smile,
And every thing on this Universe that was chortling
into wildly desirous guffaws; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a LIP...

Every desert sizzling ruthlessly under the invidiously
flaming Sun; may or may not witness the most
inconspicuous trace of green in its entire life,
And every thing on this Universe which was just
specks of dust; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a DESERT....


Every loudspeaker blaring ferociously through the
atmosphere; may or may not spread its voice to the
most remotest corner of this Universe,
And every thing on this Universe that was vociferously
squealing; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
LOUDSPEAKER...

Every swimming pool shimmering under pearly moonlight;
may or may not entice boisterously bubbling youth in
its serenely glistening lap,
And every thing on this Universe that was tepidly blue
water; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SWIMMING POOL....

Every skin glowing in perennial flavor of robust
health; may or may not wrinkle profusely with
inevitably advancing age,
And every thing on this Universe that was blushing
complexion; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
SKIN...

Every curtain majestically sprawled across the window;
may or may not sequester the mansion from each ray of
incorrigibly filtering sunlight,
And every thing on this Universe that was lanky
bedspread of cotton wool; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a CURTAIN....

Every trophy irrevocably radiating in the sparkle of
fascinating success; may or may not highlight the
epitome of unparalleled success,
And every thing on this Universe that was beautiful
triumph; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TROPHY...

Every afternoon blazing in scorchingly tenacious
light; may or may not make you abhorrently perspire,
And every thing on this Universe that was swelteringly
hot; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
AFTERNOON....

Every blink playfully swiping the territory of the dry
eye; may or may not grant it with the blanket of
poignant moisture it badly desired,
And every thing on this Universe that was flickering
violently; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BLINK....

Every fossil mysteriously engraved in the chain of
century old rocks; may or may not reveal the explicit
portrait of its possessor,
And every thing on this Universe that was
overwhelmingly scribbled glass; could not be
irrefutably termed; only as a FOSSIL...

Every splurge relentlessly lavishing in glorious
ostentation; may or may not end in getting you all the
virtues of life that you desired,
And every thing on this Universe that was overtly
spendthrift; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
SPLURGE...

Every cross stringently inscribed on the walls; may or
may not succeed in delivering in its message of
restricting insidious activity,
And every thing on this Universe that was strictly
inclement; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CROSS...

Every holiday enchantingly basking in the glory of
opulent paradise; may or may not rejuvenate your
traumatically brutalized senses,
And every thing on this Universe that was even a
trifle free; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a HOLIDAY...

Every headache pertinently pulsating in every cranny
of the mind; may or may not devastate you entirely to
collapse pathetically on cold ground,
And every thing on this Universe that was irritatingly
paining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
HEADACHE...

Every stomach ravenously thundering in pangs of
uncontrollable hunger; may or may not consume the
unfathomably colossal mountain of food,
And every thing on this Universe that was provokingly
hungry; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
STOMACH...

Every country unbelievably sprawling; may or may not
harbor the vivaciously salty sea shores,
And every thing on this Universe that was a prolific
gathering of individuals; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a COUNTRY...

Every mushroom dingily leaping up from dilapidated
soil; may or may not savor a place in the menu cards
of each grandiloquently flourishing restaurant,
And every thing on this Universe that was button
shaped and fleshy; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a MUSHROOM....

Every thought enigmatically wandering through realms
of the discovering mind; may or may not culminate into
a celestially blooming fantasy,
And every thing on this Universe that was intriguingly
baffling; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
THOUGHT...

Every helmet adorned courageously on the head; may or
may not succeed in protecting the skull; as the
mountains crashed down viciously upon it,
And every thing on this Universe that was shielded the
scalp; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
HELMET....


Every tear that emphatically descended down from the
eye; may or may not reflect an island of shivering
sadness,
And every thing on this Universe that was effusively
tangy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TEAR...

Every rabbit philandering through the verdant meadows;
may or may not escape from the diabolical alligators
in the slushy marshes,
And every thing on this Universe that was inimitably
docile; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
RABBIT....

Every minute that mechanically sped past the body of
the clock; may or may not portray the rapidly
unfurling essence of time,
And every thing on this Universe that was
spectacularly time; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a MINUTE...

Every word compassionately embossed in the gigantic
dictionary; may or may not trigger chords of ever
augmenting empathy,
And every thing on this Universe that was scribbled by
a pen; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
WORD....

Every boxer prancing perilously in the ring; may or
may not inflict a total knockout of his unsuspecting
opponent,
And every thing on this Universe that was puffed
glove; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BOXER...

Every folly committed unwittingly by a human; may or
may not lead to severely crippling disaster,
And every thing on this Universe that was
incongruously muddled; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a FOLLY....

Every finger ejecting in marvelous unison from the
hands; may or may not be able to grip the
indispensable threads of existence,
And every thing on this Universe that was an
amalgamation of lanky bones; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a FINGER....

Every team bonded in the spirit of unbelievable
harmony; may or may not kiss the crescendo of victory
as it unflinchingly progressed,
And every thing on this Universe that was united
together; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TEAM....

Every pencil extravagantly lead tipped; may or may not
sketch each intricately fabulous contour of the
scarlet landscape,
And every thing on this Universe that was with a tip;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as a PENCIL...


Every slang spoken in passionately Oriental fashion;
may or may not perpetuate thunderbolts of inevitable
attraction,
And every thing on this Universe that was supremely
stylish; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
SLANG...

Every night dissipating a spell of unmatched desire;
may or may not incinerate seductive currents down your
spine,
And every thing on this Universe that was
enthrallingly dark; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as NIGHT....

Every spectacle embedded with meticulously perfect
glass; may or may not bestow upon you the crystalline
vision of your overpowering choice,
And every thing on this Universe that was
transparently scintillating; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a SPECTACLE....

Every dragon cataclysmically trespassing through the
forest; may or may not succeed in charring the entire
wilderness; into bedraggled fragments of chowder,
And every thing on this Universe that was breathing
fire from its mouth; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a DRAGON....

Every mouth lavishly set amidst the captivating
contours of the face; may or may not utter the tunes
of ultimate reality,
And every thing on this Universe that was foolishly
chattering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
MOUTH...

Every Sun beam wonderfully sizzling upon mud; may or
may not fumigate its deathly decay; with the austere
ardor in its flaming demeanor,
And every thing on this Universe that was golden rays;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as a SUN...

Every noodle dangling pleasantly from the ceiling; may
or may not be able to incarcerate profuse aliens; in
its gregarious swishes,
And every thing on this Universe that was voluptuously
pudgy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
NOODLE...

Every festival religiously followed by countless on
the planet; may or may not bond all those murderously
sucking blood; in bonds of eternal love,
And every thing on this Universe that was holistically
ritualistic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a FESTIVAL...

Every cactus lingering pompously in the royally
shimmering deserts; may or may not penetrate its
hostile nettles into innocent beings caressing it,
And every thing on this Universe that was growing from
sand; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CACTUS....


Every key articulately molded into an intriguing
shape; may or may not pilfer through the code of the
dogged lock,
And every thing on this Universe that was intricately
slender; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
LOCK...

Every paper when fanatically crushed by the fist; may
or may not transform its fragile caricature into a
flexible ball,
And every thing on this Universe that was printed by
your side; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
PAPER...

Every worm worthlessly slithering through murderous
darkness; may or may not radiate; emphatically
brilliant rays of light,
And every thing on this Universe that was diminutively
curvaceous; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
WORM...

Every iceberg lecherously hood-winking under the
nocturnal blanket of stars; may or may not emerge
triumphant in decimating the colossal ship,
And every thing on this Universe that was immutably
solidified water; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as an ICEBERG...

Every firecracker raring to thunderously burst; may or
may not bedazzle every single arena of the cosmos with
flaming light,
And every thing on this Universe that was incoherently
rambunctious; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a FIRECRACKER...

Every discotheque sleazily swarming with sanctimonious
youngsters; may or may not ignite the night with
cloudbursts of untamed desire,
And every thing on this Universe that was
bombastically cheap; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a DISCOTHEQUE...

Every panther rebelliously sprinting under pearly rays
of Moon; may or may not capsize the incredulously
succulent prey of its choice,
And every thing on this Universe that was flamingly
bellicose; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PANTHER...

Every missile shooting violently through innocent
carpets of air; may or may not strike its desirous
range of fixed targets,
And every thing on this Universe that was ricocheting
like a lunatic boomerang; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a MISSILE...

Every automobile speeding like a celestial angel
through the romantically panoramic landscapes; may or
may not catapult you to the realms above eternally
enchanting eternity,
And every thing on this Universe that was racing
beyond its limits; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as an AUTOMOBILE...

Every blind man trespassing across the discordantly
bustling street; may or may not transcend past it
without a single scratch,
And every thing on this Universe that was boundlessly
dark; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BLIND
MAN...

Every butterfly fluttering gloriously in blistering
sunshine; may or may not hoist the gaudy caterpillars
of its inherent choice,
And every thing on this Universe that was serenely
flapping; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BUTTERFLY...

Every damsel young and seductively charming; may or
may not be able to entrap the perfect man of her
choice,
And every thing on this Universe that was pristinely
bubbling; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
DAMSEL....

Every wall constructed of Herculean strength steel;
may or may not stagger like a pack of mosquitoes as
the uncouth disaster struck,
And every thing on this Universe that was compactly
solid; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
WALL...

Every spice wavering appetizingly in the atmosphere
around; may or may not tingle the taste buds beyond
unprecedented capacity,
And every thing on this Universe that was deliciously
poignant; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
SPICE...

Every guarantee spoken intractably; may or may not
manifest itself into a perennially secure reality,
And every thing on this Universe that was an
everlasting promise; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a PROMISE...

Every banana skin teasingly huddled on the floor; may
or may not engender you to dramatically slip,
And every thing on this Universe that made you trip;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as a BANANA...

Every talent unbelievably lingering in a timid visage;
may or may not flower into eclectically supernatural
success,
And every thing on this Universe that was inherently
gifted; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TALENT....

Every zip meticulously riveted to the garment; may or
may not snugly hold it in position on the flabby
waist,
And every thing on this Universe that was a precise
juggernaut of steely teeth; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a ZIP....

Every bubble rising euphorically in limp air; may or
may not erupt into a fountain of ecstatic froth,
And every thing on this Universe that was perfectly
soapy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BUBBLE...

Every boomerang carved melodiously out of roasted
wood; may or may not hurl back towards infinity; after
releasing its loop,
And every thing on this Universe speedily retreating
back; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BOOMERANG...

Every root deeply embedded in corridors of chocolate
brown soil; may or may not withstand the onslaught of
the mercilessly whipping storm,
And every thing on this Universe that was coated with
grizzly mud; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a ROOT....


Every screw fantastically engineered to unprecedented
degrees of perfection; may or may not be able to hold
the tumbledown scaffolding,
And every thing on this Universe that was enveloped
with revolving threads; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a SCREW....

Every crayon superbly blossoming into a myriad of
gorgeously garish color; may or may not be able to
sketch playfully upon the barren demeanor of
boundlessly barren canvas,
And every thing on this Universe that was invariably
wax like; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CRAYON....

Every teacher sagaciously imparting the indispensable
values of life; may or may not form a perpetual
rapport with his students,
And every thing on this Universe that was
distinguishably bespectacled; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a TEACHER...

Every circus flooded with an incredulous township of
acrobatics; may or may not bring laughter to the faces
of those horrifically deprived,
And every thing on this Universe that was musically
entertaining; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a CIRCUS...

Every prison savagely torturing the blood stained
criminal for his plethora of misdeeds; may or may not
be able to keep him for countless more of his
lifetimes,
And every thing on this Universe that was morbidly
dark; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PRISON...

Every traveler nomadically wandering since the time he
was born; may or may not be able to tread foot on each
cranny of this fathomlessly intriguing planet,
And every thing on this Universe that was walking
barefoot; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
TRAVELER...

Every barber resting like a king in his gloriously
plush saloon; may or may not scrap the last bit of
dirt from his clients hair,
And every thing on this Universe that was
clip-clopping scissors; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a BARBER...

Every government romping to power after the
manipulative elections; may or may not succeed in
wholesomely protecting the sacred solidarity of its
people,
And every thing on this Universe that was the nerve
center of power; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as GOVERNMENT....

Every scientist incessantly engulfed in chambers of
bubbling test tubes and space crafts; may or may not
discover the gene that could assassinate devil
forever,
And every thing on this Universe that was clad in
apron and gloves; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a SCIENTIST...

Every train whistling royally through the wilderness
of the jungles; may or may not impart inexorable
exhilaration to its passengers seated despondently
inside,
And every thing on this Universe that was shrieking
and on rails; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a TRAIN...

Every mask fabulously woven in different dimensions;
may or may not completely conceal the true identity of
its dastardly beholder,
And every thing on this Universe that was clandestine
cloistering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a MASK...

Every arrow chiseled more lethally sharp than the
knife; may or may not puncture its obsessively
focussed target,
And every thing on this Universe that was dedicatedly
mission oriented; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as an ARROW...

Every article laden with eloquently vibrant imagery;
may or may not reflect the supremely volatile spirit
of harmonious survival,
And every thing on this Universe that was a jugglery
of rhapsodic words; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as an ARTICLE..

Every maze severely entangled in complications and
enigmatic riddles; may or may not lead wholeheartedly
to a victorious outlet,
And every thing on this Universe that was profoundly
criss-crossed; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a MAZE...

Every couple bonded in threads of holy matrimony; may
or may not immortalize the never dying spirit of love;
for decades immemorial,
And every thing on this Universe that was intimate
togetherness; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
a COUPLE...

Every pig disdainfully snoring in the aisles of
lackadaisical laziness; may or may not lavish gulping
down the pile of ragged rubbish,
And every thing on this Universe that was fetidly
dirty; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PIG...

Every crown zealously jeweled at all quarters; may or
may not fit the scalp of the timidly feverish prince,
And every thing on this Universe that was stupendously
majestic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CROWN...

Every scar pruriently creeping up on innocent skin;
may or may not reveal the invidiously hostile disaster
that had devilishly engendered it,
And every thing on this Universe that was distortedly
ugly; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SCAR...

Every adage perennially existing since this earth was
created; may or may not change the tottering
complexion of every impoverished life,
And every thing on this Universe that was an impactful
philosophy; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
PHILOSOPHY...

Every garage splendidly harboring a battalion of
trendy cars; may or may not incorporate stealthy
cobwebs in its Aztec interiors,
And every thing on this Universe that was collapsible
shutters; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
GARAGE...

Every battery prolifically charged all throughout the
night; may or may not diffuse into light which killed
even the most tiniest iota of disgusting darkness,
And every thing on this Universe that was animatedly
charged up; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
BATTERY....

Every fork bifurcated into countless blades; may or
may not be able to hoist the crooked piece of
sturgeon; sizzling tantalizingly in the chicory plate,
And every thing on this Universe that was bent
needles; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
FORK....


Every bull doggedly adorned in robes of satanic red;
may or may not succeed in uncouthly goring its
unsuspecting opponent,
And every thing on this Universe that was
intransigently stubborn; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a BULL....

Every coin iridescently clattering in the insatiable
aura of its opulence; may or may not bring
astonishingly good luck to its cherished beholder,
And every thing on this Universe that was marvelously
glimmering; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
COIN...

Every geyser mechanically controlled with an
unbelievable flurry of contemporary contraptions; may
or may not generate water warm enough to withstand the
chilling cold,
And every thing on this Universe that was
compassionately warm; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a GEYSER...

Every drink glowing a fiery crimson; may or may not
inebriate its consumer beyond the realms of pragmatic
control,
And every thing on this Universe that was ardently
beautiful elixir; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a DRINK....


Every cheek radiantly basking in robustly spell
binding health; may or may not blush to a profuse
crimson; when thoroughly embarrassed,
And every thing on this Universe that was emphatically
changing color; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a CHEEK....

Every ear dangling in razor sharp precision from the
head; may or may not be able to catch the most
inconspicuously minuscule sound loitering around,
And every thing on this Universe that was somberly
flapping; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
EAR...

Every hero galloping in incredible cynosure and
popularity; may or may not rap the chord of humanity
in impoverished hearts alike,
And every thing on this Universe that was
resplendently starry; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as a STAR...


Every string resiliently suspended in open space; may
or may not balance the weight of the monster trying
nonchalantly to tread on its slim periphery,
And every thing on this Universe that was wearily
extruding from lackadaisical rags of barbarically
ripped garment; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a STRING..


Every organism evolved by Omnisciently Almighty lord;
may or may not become a harbinger of humanity in the
tenure of its life,
And every thing on this Universe that the eye
witnessed; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
ORGANISM...

Every moustache sprouting into a splendidly masculine
bush; may or may not be able to captivate the heart of
the seductively wandering lady,
And every thing on this Universe that was a coalition
of hair; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
MOUSTACHE...

Every personality having a distinctive aura of its
own; may or may not achieve the wings of heaven; after
it emancipated breath and died,
And every thing on this Universe that was
charismatically graceful; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as a PERSONALITY...

Every denim jaded stupendously to a stonewash finish;
may or may not appease the dynamically plodding youth,
And every thing on this Universe that was
substantially faded; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as DENIM....

Every scale astutely incorporating all nuances of
measurement; may or may not be able to measure the
absolute pinnacles of the sky,
And every thing on this Universe that was fervently
calibrated; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SCALE...

Every obsession fanatically inhabiting each ingredient
of the blood; may or may not thrive amidst the hostile
pack of wolves,
And every thing on this Universe that was insanely
lunatic; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
OBSSESSION....

Every smell nostalgically hovering in free space; may
or may not incinerate adorably fond memories of
existence,
And every thing on this Universe that inadvertently
reached the nostrils; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as SMELL....

Every longing as ardent as the roar of a lion; may or
may not imprison the organism of its choice,
And every thing on this Universe that you immortally
dreamt of; could not be irrefutably termed; only as
LONGING...

Every treasury unimaginably glittering beyond infinite
infinity; may or may not be able to purchase the
happiness it so desired in life,
And every thing on this Universe that was
scintillatingly gorgeous luxury; could not be
irrefutably termed; only as a TREASURY....

Every cockroach loitering aimlessly around the
lavatory seat; may or may not choose to frighten
innocent beings,
And every thing on this Universe that was pathetically
filthy; could not irrefutably be termed; only as a
COCKROACH...

Every aircraft possessing an Oligarchic pair of wings;
may or may not transport its passengers safely; in
face of torrentially death storms,
And every thing on this Universe that was frenziedly
flying; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
AIRCRAFT...

Every athlete fervently dashing towards the finishing
line; may or may not wholeheartedly embrace the
finishing line,
And every thing on this Universe that was
unflinchingly running; could not be irrefutably
termed; only as an ATHLETE...

Every season Omnisciently descending upon harmonious
civilization; may or may not heal the wounds of
uncouthly tyrannizing destiny,
And every thing on this Universe that most
synergistically metamorphosed its complexion; could
not irrefutably be termed; only as SEASON...

Every prodigy catapulting to the summit of
unconquerable success; may or may not be a benevolent
human being,
And every thing on this Universe that was astoundingly
proliferating; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as a PRODIGY...

Every novel propelled with an armory of fascinating
tales; may or may not hold the attention of its reader
till the very last page,
And every thing on this Universe that was vibrantly
worded; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
NOVEL....

Every angel that descended from the Omnipotent
heavens; may or may not grant you; your unrelenting
repertoire of boundless wishes,
And every thing on this Universe with silken grace and
charm; could not be irrefutably termed; only as an
ANGEL...

Every heart that throbbed an infinite times in
passionate chests all across the planet; may or may
not find the most supreme love of its life,
And every thing on this Universe that fervently beats;
could not be irrefutably termed; only as a HEART...

Every soul that wanders frantically across the
inexplicably mysterious realms of this gigantic
planet; may or may not find the peace which it
ardently desired,
And every thing on this Universe that is holistically
immortal; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
SOUL...

Every corpse morbidly rotting towards extinction; may
or may not contain the impoverished caricature of
those dead,
And every thing on this Universe which impoverishedly
clatters; could not be irrefutably termed; only as a
CORPSE...

Every conscience which formed the nerve center of a
persons existence; may or may not be perpetually
righteous,
And every thing on this Universe that is honest and
the inner most; could not be irrefutably termed; only
as CONSCIENCE..

Every life that transgresses through sweltering
cocoons of shimmering sand; may or may not be
blissfully happy,
And every thing on this Universe that is blooming with
unprecedented joy; could not be irrefutably termed;
only as LIFE...

sorry carmona, but when somebody says something incorrect about T.S. Eliot, dammit i become an animal!

Jhris, i bow to you good sir for edit-copying the largest post i have ever seen.

i have been vanquished.

Beans beans good for your heart
Beans beans they make you fart

or

Beans beans the magical fruit
The more you eat the more you toot?

Here's another. "Ulysses" by Alfred Lord Tennyson:


It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with and aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle -
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me -
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads -you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Also, T.S. Eliot is second rate. I much prefer William Butler Yeats as the poet writing in English of the 20th Century.

Game
Sid
Slid.

It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it works.

Dumb
Billy
Is.

I fear that your man-crush has reached an alarming level. Every post you have made lately has had one topic, muah. I'm pretty sure that you love me. Maybe sometime I'll show you my state medals and my freestyle state medal that I won by losing to Josh Carrol. Other than that, we can't happen man. I have a hot girlfriend, and quite frankly, I only date girls. Sorry bud, I guess you'll have to settle for yourself, and no state medals.

Very nice BOS, very nice. That way they can both talk about me and enjoy eachother at the same time, which keeps them out of Manhattan and away from me.