A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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The dupe who takes possession of a lame ox is seldom recognized as a fool.
South African proverbs
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Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Heart is Lame
My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Weak Or Strong?
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.
We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.
Piety Is Hard
A pious man brings a gift for the lame one,
It is a rosary with thousands of beads;
His tortures do never seize him,
For he prays so acceptably in the eyes of His Lord.
Guide him, the lame one needs guidance
For he is a sick person with absolute health
In the body and mind as well.
He bleeds tonight from your inflicted wound
As he became a thief of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow
My heart does not ache
With every love I take.
Your voice over-shadows
My lame. I repose,
Despite your treachery
Of our love contrary;
Living our unholy masquerade,
Afraid and betrayed.
Your voice does linger still,
Though it be your will;
With every breath I speak,
Though I'm lame and weak-
I speak with my sorrow:
'Will you still love me tomorrow? '
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Becoming Rich
May winning be absurd to the lame,
A limp has beaten the way so often;
The paths too trodden are the fair,
Bent on land, the legs have trekked.
Treacherous and trembling, the ways
Offer deceit and conception of ideas.
The treasury is about on its legs,
Money has been lame and lined here.
The mill of money is conjuring wealth
So best, blasting me with an odour of riches.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Alcide
Walking with Jesus the slow,
behind the beat. Mr. Resistance.
Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame.
By some reluctance, some
restraint, if it be a restraint,
by some undertow and stutter,
the halt and lame can strut.
You can hear it yourself. Buy
a few records and think how big
a bass is to a small boy,
his fingers bleeding to grow deft.
Bandages are for amateurs
and they blur the tone, that habit
a bassist and his bass conspire,
the way a couple learns a stride
though the man's taller by a foot.
poem by William Matthews
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Purple Toupee
I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named selma and some blacks
Somebody put their fingers in the presidents ears
It wasnt too much later they came out with johnsons wax
I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of cuba
Now thats all I can think of, but Im sure theres something else
Way down inside me I can feel it coming back
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(purple toupee and gold lame)
Chinese people were fighting in the park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Martin x was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
Ten years later they were sharing the same cell
I shouted out, free the expo 67
Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat
Now Im very big, Im a big important man
And the only thing thats different is underneath my hat
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(purple toupee and gold lame)
Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away
The purple brigade is marching from the grave
Were on some kind of mission
We have an obligation
We have to wear toupees
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Lame Man
A lame man from Lagos
married the princess of Madagascar
and went to Hawaii for honeymoon
with a Havana cigar aburning
And a spark from the cigar flew
transported by some uncanny crew
wafted by the waves of the cosmic wind
till it blew up Troy and Hiroshima
in a flash
A lame man from Lagos married the princess
of Madagascar
Hah HA
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Sucker
Sometimes I wish I was the weather
Youd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rains Id be the talk of the day
Oh sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer
I would rest assure that you would hold me near
Id be guaranteed to be just what you need
And there could be no ther way because your so, your so lame
Your tired words are all, all the same
And I would walk, surely walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
Sometimes I wish I was a bong hit
Youd let me in and love every minute
And tell the group the things I did to you
And there could be no ther way because your so, your so lame
Your tired words are all, all the same
And I would walk, surely walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
I see your world with rosy colored glasses on
What a right I would see wrong
I could never have that power of you
Someday Im gonna pack up and leave this town
Im gonna get my own things going on
And when I do, I will forget about how
Your so lame,
Tired words are all the same
I would walk, you know Id walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
song performed by by John Mayer
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What They Were Looking
what they were looking for
are the answers to their questions
the food for their mouths
the progress of their future
a home for their children
a work that pays them well
what they were looking for
is the cure for their sickness
the lame to walk
the blind to see
the deaf to hear again
what they were looking from God
is their own
sometimes they miss what they should
have been looking to find
but God understands and God compromises
He gave the fish and the bread
He made the lame walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear
and even if they did not ask
God gave them faith, hope and love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crownèd sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store.
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee.
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
poem by William Shakespeare
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Hodge
He plays with other boys when work is done,
But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,
Yet where there's mischief he can find a way
The first to join and last [to run] away.
What's said or done he never hears or minds
But gets his pence for all the eggs he finds.
He thinks his master's horses far the best,
And always labours longer than the rest.
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he journeys slow.
In surly speed he helps the maids by force
And feeds the cows and hallos till he's hoarse;
And when he's lame they only jest and play
And bid him throw his kiby heels away.
poem by John Clare
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Part Time Piece
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Getting it on to finish...
Something quick and done,
May be fun for the moment
But the joy doesn't last for anyone.
And waiting for the phone to ring
For a scheduled fling or two...
Is such a waste of integrity.
Even when one is set aside to screw!
Like finding a toy to play with...
For those with nothing else to do!
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Lame...
When it lacks of passion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shame
Lame, limpid, weak
Sick morbid meek
My name is lavished in shame
Disgrace splashed
all over my face
disconcert on my soul disconcert lace
the beauty in me, shriveled, as shame mutilate
but did not kill only to humiliate…
my soul with impetuous shame
into my soul in abash
where virtue and vice clash
and ignominy prevail…
I wail, sick and pale
This terrible shame
With whip in hand did mame
But did not tame
My voluptuous heart!
For now its gone
And then I fawn
To gain affection
To hide my shame
To hide I am lame
Weak and meek
Disgusting shame!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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