Don't snap your fingers at the dogs before you are out of the village.
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Black And White Makes Grey...
If I was to snap my fingers and everyone turned black
How would we be any different from one another?
If I was to snap my fingers and everyone turned white
How would we be any different from one another?
We wouldn't be different.
We could walk down the street
and no one would 'think' any differently.
So all the discrimination and deaths over the years
are just superficial?
Please tell me that people are not that shallow..
tell me that all those people didn't die
just because they have more melanin in their skin
or because their eyes were a different shape..
or because their hair is curly.
Tell me people didn't die just because
I didn't snap my fingers.
If I had, and we were all the same colour..
would there have been the word..discrimination.
Are we really that shallow? ? ! !
poem by Sharon Maree Smith
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Dont tell me to snap out of it
Dont tell me to snap out of it
Why must you Tell me this?
The same thing day in day out.
Just snap out of it.
Its easier said than done.
When one has been in such
Emotional pain.
Lost in their fears
Not noing which way to go.
Im so very low
And all you can say is
Just snap out of it
Dont be stupid.
Why must you be so blind?
Its not so easy to do
Just snap out of it.
Open your eyes
Stop being iggnorant.
I cant simpily
Just snap out of it.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk
O mad, superbly drunk;
If you kick open your doors and
play the fool in public;
If you empty your bag in a night,
and snap your fingers at prudence;
If you walk in curious paths and
play with useless things;
Reck not rhyme or reason;
If unfurling your sails before the
storm you snap the rudder in two,
Then I will follow you, comrade,
and be drunken and go to the dogs.
I have wasted my days and nights
in the company of steady wise neighbours.
Much knowing has turned my hair
grey, and much watching has made
my sight dim.
For years I have gathered and
heaped up scraps and fragments of
things:
Crush them and dance upon them,
and scatter them all to the winds.
For I know 'tis the height of wisdom
to be drunken and go the dogs.
Let all crooked scruples vanish,
let me hopelessly lose my way.
Let a gust of wild giddiness come
and sweep me away from my anchors.
The world is peopled with worthies,
and workers, useful and clever.
There are men who are easily first,
and men who come decently after.
Let them be happy and prosper,
and let me be foolishly futile.
For I know 'tis the end of all works
to be drunken and go to the dogs.
I swear to surrender this moment
all claims to the ranks of the decent.
I let go my pride of learning and
judgment of right and of wrong.
I'll shatter memory's vessel, scattering
the last drop of tears.
With the foam of the berry-red
wine I will bathe and brighten my
laughter.
The badge of the civil and staid
I'll tear into shreds for the nonce.
I'll take the holy vow to be worthless,
to be drunken and go to the dogs.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Village Green
Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
Theres a village green.
Its been a long time
Since I last set eyes on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy, I saw fame,
And so I left the village green.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see the village green.
They snap their photographs and say gawd darn it,
Isnt it a pretty scene?
And daisys married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns a grocery.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And I will return there,
And Ill and daisy,
And well sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will laugh and talk about the village green.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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As I Lie
As I lie
And snap my fingers,
Remembering a thought
That still lingers,
While tossing and turning
In my bed,
I feel like then
An un-restless dead,
Trying to sleep
Then trying to awake,
With streams of dreams
I hopefully try to break,
I then see a vision
I then hear a thought,
That not long ago
I had caught,
It is now filling me
With silly rhymes,
From a different moment
And also a different time,
Why do I lie
Why don't I cry,
Why don't I sleep
And then softly die,
But then as I stare
And I see a book,
The visions not here
As I take another look,
So on my back
I will then roll,
To look at my ceiling
And then my soul,
And as I lie
And then I snap my fingers
Now that thought with me,
It now no longer lingers.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Who Do You Think You Are
Written by ricki & kim wilde
A long time ago you promised yourself
Theyre all gonna know me someday
Well you got what you wanted
But look at you now
You lost something good on the way
So where did it go
Tell me where did it go
But you wouldnt know
Snap your fingers and somebody runs
You dont care how they feel
Just as long as they come
Got your head in the stars
Now youve come this far
Just who do you think you are ?
Now everything seems to be going your way
And everyone loves what they see
But you ruin it all with the things that you say
So tell me how does it feel
When youre all alone
How does it feel
Youre alone
Nothing is real
Snap your fingers and somebody runs
You dont care how they feel
Just as long as they come
Got your head in the stars
Now youve come this far
Just who do you think you are ?
You believe a ridiculous lie
You cant see youve become
All the things you despise
But I know who you are
And youve gone too far
Just who do you think you are ?
You can keep all your dreams
But you dont have to lose yourself
Cos one day youre gonna break
When the face in the mirror
Looking back at yous
A stranger that you cant place
Just who do you think you are ?
Snap your fingers and somebody runs
You dont care how they feel
Just as long as they come
Got your head in the stars
Now youve come this far
Just who do you think you are ?
You believe a ridiculous lie
You cant see youve become
All the things you despise
But I know who you are
And youve gone too far
Just who do you think you are ?
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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Uh-Uh
No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand.
Uh-uh...
To have me do
What you want.
Just to be pleasing you.
I am no monkey in a zoo!
Uh-uh,
I'm told you talk about me with your friends.
Uh-uh...
What makes you think I have armored feelings?
So,
There are some things about you I can't stand.
Uh-huh...
You like the kind,
To be backstabbing people like you,
I may be weak but not a fool!
Oh...
No need to tell me you don't understand.
Uh-uh...
I'm not the kind to seek a rhyme or reason.
No!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand.
Uh-uh...
To have me do,
What you want!
Just to be pleasing you...
I am no monkey in a zoo!
Too many folks like you,
Don't appreciate.
Or affiliate,
With what is good!
You think you are the world.
And others should
Accept you as their precious diamond!
Wishing to touch you,
As they stand in line!
Oh, uh-uh!
I'm told you talk about me with your friends.
Uh-uh...
What makes you think I have armored feelings?
So,
There are some things about you I just can't stand.
Uh-huh...
You like the kind,
To be backstabbing people like you,
I may be weak but not a fool!
Don't snap your fingers and from me demand!
Uh-uh...
To have me do
What you want.
Just to be pleasing you.
I ain't no monkey in a zoo!
Oh, uh-uh...
I may be weak but not a fool!
I'm through!
My time is not all about you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stray dogs
Here and there and everywhere
Stray dogs doing business
And barkedup wrongtrees
And spoiled the working
Environments.
Stray dogs have no
Commonsense not true
Stray dogs encounter
The alien.
Stray dogs safeguard
The interest
And ensure to make
The area clean.
Stray dogs welcome
Common mass
Stray dogs do not like
Corrupt class.
Stray dogs can only think
The morrows
Stray dogs have practical
Experience and knowledge
You know I know all know.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To snap my fingers and let it go away. Even if it takes the 3,000th hit with it, just let it all go away.
quote by Rafael Palmeiro
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Gone For Good
A greatness once had,
Can not be recaptured...
By the snap of one's fingers.
Or an emergency visit made,
By one's drug dealer...
Who has promised to restore,
Unblemished visions from the past!
When you are washed up,
You've become washed up for good...
In Hollywood.
Listening to one's self singing,
Sweet melodies...
Recorded on CD's on loan,
From the local library...
Doesn't get empathy from Mother Nature.
When fame and fortune is misused,
In a conscious self abuse.
It becomes known and shown.
To garner bouquets of disrespect.
And loyalty is noticed to be distanced.
A greatness once had,
Can not be recaptured...
By the snap of one's fingers.
Or an emergency visit made,
By one's drug dealer.
Achieving greatness is something,
No one should ever take for granted.
Or believed can be enforced,
To be accepted once it is gone.
Once it leaves an ego unguarded...
That greatness is gone for good!
And not for the good of perceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like You Have Earned It
You do nothing at all,
But want to get paid.
And this you insist!
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you want to lay up and sleep all day,
Like you have earned it.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Oh...
You do nothing all day but want to get paid.
And this you insist.
All you want to do,
Is play a childish game.
With sweetened innocence.
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
Then you snap your fingers with the giving of orders.
Like you have earned it.
Nobody here is your slave for a day.
Like you have earned it.
Or turn around and give you their hard earned dollar,
Like you have earned it!
While you eat up everything like it's okay.
Like you have earned it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deflower
Let us
wither
in our
remote village
And listen my old florist,
Your fingers are rough
As Blacksmith's
And it's really painful.
We have no intention
to exhilarate in your town showcases.
Village flowers belong to villagers
And not to cruel hands?
[You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of your heart that you truly give.-Unknown]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I'd Like To Practice Harmony
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap us back,
When we were happy and glad.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
There was no substitution,
For the love we made.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
There was no substitution,
For the love we made.
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap you back,
To a place,
We had!
I'd like to snap you back,
To a time before delusions.
I'd like to snap us back!
And awaken from delusions.
I'd like to practice harmony...
And get more of that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the village without dogs the farmers walk without sticks.
Global Village
Global village
Though we are all human
we are made to be different
by forces beyond our clout
Yet they want remake us
in a new image of their choice
in a village too big to be safe
The world they now call
a single village in the globe
with a big brother to match
As long as we are second class
within that large village fashioned
we would be subjected to
someone’s standards
someone’s culture
someone’s technology
someone’s understanding
someone’s world view
someone’s theories and concepts
They try hard in harder ways
to make us part of that village
but we know we are different
and shall strive to leave outside
that fashioned unsafe village
poem by Yusuf Adamu
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A Honey-Do List (This is my attempt at a Sestina)
I wrote a long honey-do list
and handed it to my husband.
With a smile he read it and with a fold
he stuffed it in his pocket.
I'll get to this as soon as I can,
but can't you hear the cry from the dogs.
Who can't hear the cry of the dogs?
Did you not read my list?
If you won't do it I can,
I said to my loving husband
I took the list from his pocket.
And opened it at the fold.
It was closed with a fold,
because I want to hunt my dogs.
Now return it to my pocket.
I will get to the list,
Said my loving husband.
I'll get to it when I can.
I'm doing the best I can,
and he creased it at the fold.
Cried out my loving husband,
you know I love my dogs.
I'll get around to this list
and returned it to his pocket.
With my fingers I tapped the pocket,
maybe you can't but I can,
dropp you from my list.
Grabbing me he did fold
me in his arms like he does his dogs.
I am your loving husband.
I promise you said my loving husband,
with a hand on his heart across his pocket
I love you more than my dogs
I'll get to you when I can
Please return me to your fold
Because you know you head my list
Thirty-two dogs and one husband
added to my list and stuffed in a pocket
Enjoy it while I can and iron out our differences at the fold.
poem by Victoria Dame
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Two Lives
TWO youths from a village set out together
To seek their fortune the wide world through;
One cried, 'Hurra for the autumn weather!'
The other sighed, 'Winter is almost due!'
One failed, they said, for he never was thrifty,
Returned to the village, and laughed and loved.
The other succeeded, and when he was fifty
Had millions and fame, and the world approved.
But the failure was happy, his smile a blessing,
The dogs and the children romped at his feet,
While from him who succeeded, tho' much possessing,
The little ones shrank when they chanced to meet.
One purchased respect by his lordly giving:
The other won love by his loving ways;
And if either had doubts of his way of living,
It wasn't the one with the humble days.
They never knew it, but both were teachers
Of deep life-secrets, these village youths—
The one of a school where Facts are preachers—
The other of a world that worships Truths.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Fresh, Tinned or Frozen
Father was a snap bean,
that's all, Sis,
nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen,
the greens of snap beans vary.
Neighbors in the yard,
clerks at the store,
folks at church,
you and me and bawling Ma,
for years we fed his strange chameleons
so we can swear, on the Bible,
Father was a snap bean,
that's all, Sis.
Nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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What Would We Do Without Dogs?
What would we do without dogs?
Well, I'll tell you what we would do.
We'd wonder why they were taken away,
And ponder until we turn blue.
Why would we do all of this?
I'd do this because I care.
I care about animals and nature,
So to take away dogs, well,
If I were you, I wouldn't dare.
What would we do without dogs?
They say they are man's best friend.
So I guess the people would be sad,
Because it would have came the dogs' end.
Let's hope this never happens,
Until the end of time.
For now, while they're here,
Let's help and try and try,
To keep them here.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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