Wasp Man
Under my thumb's the girl who once had me down
Under my thumb's the girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me, the diff'rence in the clothes she wears
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a squirming dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb's a girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb she's the sweetest pet in the world
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, the way she talks when she's spoken to
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
song performed by by Who
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Under My Thumb
Under my thumbs the girl who once had me down
Under my thumbs the girl who once had me down
Under my thumbs the girl who once pushed me around
Under my thumbs the girl who once pushed me around
Its down to me, the diffrence in the clothes she wears
Its down to me, the diffrence in the clothes she wears
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumbs a squirming dog whos just had her day
Under my thumbs a squirming dog whos just had her day
Under my thumbs a girl who has just changed her ways
Under my thumbs a girl who has just changed her ways
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumbs a siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumbs a siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb shes the sweetest pet in the world
Under my thumb shes the sweetest pet in the world
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
Its down to me, the way she talks when shes spoken to
Its down to me, the way she talks when shes spoken to
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
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Thumbsucker
I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’s the truth.)
She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.
I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall
That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb
(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Thumbs
Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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And of course we are familiar with the English common law rule of thumb that said a man could in fact use a stick no bigger than his thumb to discipline his wife and family.
quote by Patricia Ireland
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Dance, Dance, Dance.
Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance your sweat away
Dance the infectious beat
The hall is full
The music is great
Thumb, thumb, thumb
Our feet make a go
Eyes glitter a world so great
Voices smart and coy
over shoulders they whisper
Dance, Dance, Dance
The silvery moon is up
Stars glitter birds to nest
It is a sweet melody
A journey starts, Dance
Sweet melody and breath
A union!
A young one will see day
Dance, Dance, Dance.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
quote by Neil Armstrong
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The Fury Of Sunsets
Something
cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.
All day I've built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.
The horizon bleeds
and sucks its thumb.
The little red thumb
goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
this lifetime with myself,
this dream I'm living.
I could eat the sky
like an apple
but I'd rather
ask the first star:
why am I here?
why do I live in this house?
who's responsible?
eh?
poem by Anne Sexton
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Stung By A Bee
Stung by a bee,
I did not scream,
Thumb hurt but I held it in.
I ran to my dad to tell I was stung,
He put ice on it, my thumb felt numb.
See, a couple minutes before in backyard,
I try to capture bee with no regard.
I was just copying what they did on Gilligan’s Island,
I thought I could do it and keep smiling.
Now you heard the saying,
Never try this thing at home,
I never saw it, and I brave things alone.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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To Go Or Not To Go.
There's a fun fair
on the bombsite
off Meadow Row
you told Fay
that Friday
on the way home
from school
and she said
I can only come
if my daddy's out
he thinks
all such things
are sinful
and if he
caught me there
he'd beat me for sure
Ok
you said
and let it dropp
and walked on
beside her
the afternoon heat
making you sweat
and then she said
I will try
to come if I can
and she looked sad
and her pale features
seemed even paler
and her eyes searched you
and you said
I hope you can
but if not another time
when the fair returns
and you both paused
at the kerb
as traffic rushed by
and her thin hand
reached out
and held yours
her fingers
touched yours
her thumb rubbing
against your thumb
and when the traffic stopped
because of the change of lights
you walked across the road
still hand in hand
she just a few steps behind
a case of
(as her father
often said)
the blind
leading the blind.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Hot Rocks Polka
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
Aint it stra-a-ange
If I could win
If I could sing
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried
If I cri-i-ied
I said, ah no, its only rock n roll
But I like it
Ah no, its only rock n roll
But I like it, like it
Yes I do
I really really really really do do-do do do
Hey
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in new orleans
Scarred old slaver knows hes doin all right
Hear they whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good
Brown sugar
Just like a young girl should
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would make her connection
By her feet was a footloose man
You cant always get what you want
You cant always get what you want
You cant always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
You might find
You get what you need
You need honkey tonk women
Gimme gimme gimme the honkey tonk blues
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
Its down to me
Yes it is
The way she talks when shes spoken to
Down to me
The change has come
Shes under my thumb
So, goodbye ruby tuesday
Who could hang a name on you
When you change with every new day
Still, Im gonna miss you
Who who who who who-who who who who who who-who who who who-who
Who who who who who-who who who who who who-who who who who-who
Please allow me to introdue myself
Im a man of wealth and taste (woo woo)
Ive been around for a long long year
So many a man sold a faith (woo woo)
Pleased to meet you (woo woo)
Hope you guessed (woo woo) my name (woo woo woo woo)
cause whats bothering you (woo woo)
Is the nature (woo woo) of my game (woo woo woo woo)
I said, hey! you! get off of my cloud!
Hey! you! get off of my cloud!
Hey! you! get off of my cloud!
Dont hang around because twos a crowd
Shay-do-bay(? ), shatter, shay-do-bay(? ), shatter
Laughter, joy, and lonliness
And sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me
Im in tatters
Shay-do-bay(? ), Im shattered
Shay-do-bay(? ), shatter
This doesnt happen to me every day, oh my
Lets spend the night together
No excuses offered anyway, oh my
Lets spend the night together
Ill satisfy your every need (every need)
And I know youll satisfy me
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-my
Lets spend the night together
Now I need you more than ever
Lets spend the night together now
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma ma my
I cant get no
Satisfaction
I cant get no
Girlie action
cause I try (and I try) and I try (and I try)
And I try (and I try) and I try (and I try)
I cant get no
I cant get no
I cant get no
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
Satisfaction
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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These Things.
These things are sent to try us,
Gran said, her thumb
Moving itself over
The well-worn beads
Of her dark wood rosary;
Her eyes taking in the crucifix
On the wall above her bed.
You sat watching her thumb
Moving its way back and forth
Over the round black beads,
Her arthritic fingers clutching
Blue blankets and white sheet.
Never tries us beyond our strength,
She added, the strained features
Mingling with the yellow taint
Of wrinkled skin. You wondered
Who sent the things to try her,
Whose bounty of gifts left
Small tears wedged in the corners
Of her eyes, pushed out words
Between harsh sighs.
poem by Terry Collett
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031310 That's Lo-jack Too
on the other side is a blockbuster movie
at this time of afternoon line could be long
some smart guys from somewhere change
that tone, you can rent movie for dollar a day
swipe your card pick whatever you want to see
to return is just easy, deal with machine not lady
i'm waiting for my card embedded in my thumb
so i won't carry id's, credit card nor driver's license
key to my car and house just press 'em, you pass
they have to cut it out from me, wait they can hack
hat would be painful, i can't imagine it could have
another smart guy would come around thumb decipher
but then they know where i would be, that's lo-jack too
even my boss know i'm not at work, where i should be
they will have self locking turn-styles, until police will arrive
they can deactivate you so you can't start your car
hmmm... i have no more life of my own, i rather be free
carry all those cards, keys and whatever i wanted to be
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Black Diamond
Out on the street for a living
Pictures only begun
Got you under their thumb
Hit it
Out on the streets for a living
Pictures only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb
Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond
Darkness will fall on the city
It seems to follow you too
And though you dont ask for pity
Theres nothin that you can do, no, no
Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond
Out on the streets for a living
Pictures only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb
Whoo, black diamond, yeah
Whoo, black diamond
song performed by by Kiss
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Your' Rule of Thumb
I'm the LIAR?
When?
Where?
Prove it!
And when you're done microscoping,
What I have exposed?
Do not apologize to me.
Don't do that!
Please.
Since I am accustomed to being accused as such.
Apologize to the generations of folks,
You've taught to follow...
'Your' rule of thumb,
To accuse,
With no research being done!
I may exaggerate!
But I do not embellish my achievements.
That's why I publicly document each one!
To be announced from the horse's mouth!
IF I were to embellish,
And relish in the embellishment of doing it...
I'd adorn a cape and a mask.
Swing from a vine in African jungles.
Or tell my version of how the West was won!
Without one colored face among the cavalry.
'There are no colored faces among them! '
Well...
Those are not 'exactly' MY achievements.
I did say IF I were to embellish my achievements!
Which I don't.
IF I had participated?
Of course...
All of them would be faces of color!
From MY perspective.
And I 'guess' that's why some folks,
Do not perceive themselves as liars.
They are giving 'their' perspective on things!
Life!
And what is 'assumed' to be right.
Note:
Origin of 'Rule of Thumb'
It has been said to have been derived from the belief
that English law allowed a man to beat his wife with a stick
no thicker than his thumb!
In 1782, Judge Sir Francis Buller is reported to have made this
a legal ruling. A man known to be harsh in his punishments.
And had a reputation for arrogance. However, no substantial
evidence has been found that he ever expressed an opinion.
Thus, my 'Your Rule of Thumb' can only be substantiated
from parts of 'truths' revealed. i.e. if an activity can be researched
as proclaimed and documented. That 'activity' is validated to have
been accomplished. That is the intent of the creation of this poem!
~LSP~
OH!
Source of info? Researched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ebony Sweet Feet
Look at the black trees
Peer through the bars
See my disease
Spiked cloves of grass
Mutated pansies
Willows of glass
Green thumb, black thumb
sowing needles
Would you like some?
They call me ebony sweet feet
Not for the shoes I wear
but the people I eat
Pale gnomes painted black
My favorite snack
Seeking eye
I am sore
I must die
All are bound to my fate
no more ethics of metaphysics
Love is what I hate
Hopefully none read these words of my gate,
please escape my fate,
grab me hold me take me away,
destiny is a lie unless it means to die,
yet I still say farewell even though nobody fares well
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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The Fury Of Overshoes
They sit in a row
outside the kindergarten,
black, red, brown, all
with those brass buckles.
Remember when you couldn't
buckle your own
overshoe
or tie your own
overshoe
or tie your own shoe
or cut your own meat
and the tears
running down like mud
because you fell off your
tricycle?
Remember, big fish,
when you couldn't swim
and simply slipped under
like a stone frog?
The world wasn't
yours.
It belonged to
the big people.
Under your bed
sat the wolf
and he made a shadow
when cars passed by
at night.
They made you give up
your nightlight
and your teddy
and your thumb.
Oh overshoes,
don't you
remember me,
pushing you up and down
in the winter snow?
Oh thumb,
I want a drink,
it is dark,
where are the big people,
when will I get there,
taking giant steps
all day,
each day
and thinking
nothing of it?
poem by Anne Sexton
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Lost In The City of Freedom
Lost in the City of Freedom
I am as small as a thumb
My FAITH is as meager
as my pointer finger
But LOVE is great
And my middle finger is that great lover
Ring finger is the HOPE which
competes with love
Pinky finger of what I know is
Art, music and literature
is what I only have.
And sometimes it burdens me as a thumb
Each finger crawls its steps in the blinding sunlight
Dreams are all that is floating in my palm
The hand is lost in the City of Freedom
Though it just feels good and right
to be lost
in the City of Freedom.
poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb
Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give my pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Between Games
Nobody rests
This one constantly shifts his eyes
Hangs them on his head
And whether he wants it or not starts walking
backwards
He puts them on the soles of his feet
And whether he wants it or not returns walking
on his head
This one turns into an ear
He hears all that won't let itself be heard
But he grows bored
Yearns to turn again into himself
But without eyes he can't see how
That one bares all his faces
One after the other he throws them over the roof
The last one he throws under his feet
And sinks his head into his hands
This one stretches his sight
Stretches it from thumb to thumb
Walks over it walks
First slow then fast
Then faster and faster
That one plays with his head
Juggles it in the air
Meets it with his index finger
Or doesn't meet it at all
Nobody rests
poem by Vasko Popa
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