Give a clown your finger he'll grasp your fist.
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Offer a clown your finger, and he'll take your fist.
Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 29
To strike one’s fist on a lion, and to grasp the sharp edge of a sword with the hand, is not the part of an intelligent man.
Do not fight or try thy strength with a furious man.
Hide thy hands in thy arm-pits to avoid his finger-nails.
Give a clown your finger, and he will take your hand.
The Clown
He's the clown at the carnival
he's always lively
he's always happy
and with his little magics
he brings joy
to every children's heart.
He's the clown at the carnival
he's always smiling
but utters no word
jumping
dancing
tumbling
jugglin g
he does nothing
but give joy.
He's the clown at the carnival
but when twilight comes
no one can say.
He's the clown at the carnival
beside the cold cemented bed
of his beloved
his tears endlessly falling
from his eyes
no longer painted with colors.
He's the clown at the carnival
have you already seen his tears?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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In Love With A Clown
You know I care a lot
I gave you everything I got
The little that I have - yeah
Between the cigarettes and coke
I always find a joke
To make you smile
And sometimes when you are down
I will come around
To put your feet back on the ground - oh yeah
'cause you are in love with a clown
In love with a clown
Your mom is not my friend, she didnt like the band
But thats okay with me
And the money that I make, cant pay the china that I break
Thats okay with me
And I always spill with wine,
I never come in time
I forget to wash my feet
But I give you what you need
Life is upside down
'cause you are in love with a clown
In love with a clown
I never promised you diamonds and pearls
'cause I would lose them somewhere in the town
You searched so hard for the men of your dreams
And what is what you found
The love of a clown...
And I always spill with wine,
I never come in time
I forget to wash my feet
But I give you what you need
Life is upside down
'cause you are in love with a clown
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Be The C.E.O. Of It
Handle your own business.
With an expertise,
You keep.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
You are the Chief Executive Officer.
Commander of your ship.
Know this.
And conduct yourself with a firm grasp held,
Within an unrelenting fist.
Get over mistakes made.
Moaning over them for you leaves no benefit.
You alone can make it known,
Persistence is in your grip.
And with it,
There is no quitting.
Handle your own business.
With an expertise,
You keep.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
You are the Chief Executive Officer.
Commander of your ship.
Know this.
And conduct yourself with a firm grasp held,
Within an unrelenting fist.
Release from your mind designs of defeat.
You...
And no one else,
Can succeed with skills to achieve.
Handle your own business.
And be the C.E.O. of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fred The Clown
Orange, blue, red, white and brown
The favorite colors of Fred the Clown
A happy and jolly clown he is
But some people he likes to tease
Everyone hates to be with Fred the Clown
But Fred never showed the people a frown
He never felt bad for what he did
The hatred inside the people had hid
The people thought of what to do with Fred the Clown
They decided to talk to the mayor of town
He laughed at what the people said
He laughed until his face gone red
The mayor didn't believe the people
For Fred the Clown gives him a tickle
They always the mayor smiled that way
Ever since Fred came each day
He already knew what Fred was doing
So he decided to call Fred for a meeting
The mayor told him what the people had said
And so left poor little Fred
The people decided to give Fred a chance
So Fred the Clown gave them a dance
The dance was so funny that they laughed all day
Fred the Clown will forever stay
poem by Geneen Meyers
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Fred the Clown
Orange, blue, red, white and brown
The favorite colors of Fred the Clown
A happy and jolly clown he is
But some people he likes to tease
Everyone hates to be with Fred the Clown
But Fred never showed the people a frown
He never felt bad for what he did
The hatred inside the people had hid
The people thought of what to do with Fred the Clown
They decided to talk to the mayor of town
He laughed at what the people said
He laughed until his face gone red
The mayor didn't believe the people
For Fred the Clown gives him a tickle
They always saw the mayor smiled that way
Ever since Fred came each day
He already knew what Fred was doing
So he decided to call Fred for a meeting
The mayor told him what the people had said
And so left poor little Fred
The people decided to give Fred a chance
So Fred the Clown gave them a dance
The dance was so funny that they laughed all day
Fred the Clown will forever stay
poem by Geneen Alyssa Meyers
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To Adapt
To say and explain we imagine why the one of us shall say,
Your being is held in a fist after fist after fist until we end the day.
This is totally abrupt, a policy to please, a lonely river of time;
May majesty spell my soul without a flower, so the bell does chime.
When this bangs fifty times I submit to it, like a turtle to the human race,
Open are all hours to the future, the rupture, the conservation of grace.
Will fighting cease, will understanding believe in men who give birth?
The right of a man fights for laws to understand, to take on worth.
Worthy men are inside the book so great, so extraordinary and apt,
Much of the celebration exits to give a laughter, so much to adapt.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Clown
Orbison/mcgill
I was a clown when I thought I had found
A love for me and only me but she laughed at the clown
Turned him down turned him down
I never frown ah, ah, ah, Im the clown
For it breaks my heart I play the part of a clown
Runnin round trouble bound Im the clown
I wander all around wondering if you ever cared
I go from place to place, I look from face to face
Hoping that you will be there
All over town the word is out its all around
That I love her still guess I always will Im the clown
Runnin round trouble bound Im the clown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Clown
I was a clown when I thought I had found
a love for me and only me but she laughed at the clown
turned him down turned him down
I never frown ah, ah, ah, I'm the clown
for it breaks my heart I play the part of a clown
runnin round trouble bound I'm the clown
I wander all around wondering if you ever cared
I go from place to place, I look from face to face
hoping that you will be there
All over town the word is out It's all around
that I love her still guess I always will I'm the clown
runnin round trouble bound I'm the clown
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Unseen Butterfly
Folding the last edge of the paper
he pointed the folds
into the palm of his hand,
closing it in a clockwork swirl
he forms a fist.
Turning to the children,
He spoke…
‘What do you see? ’
‘A hand…
…a fist’, said the other.
Without acknowledgement
He asked, ‘Do you see the butterfly? ’
As if to turn,
and search the skies
The children shook their heads.
Slowly, gently
Unfolding his fingers like petals
He tenderly placed his finger
On the square of paper…
‘Do You see the Butterfly? ’
wide eyes and indignant laugh
revealed the children’s Puzzlement.
‘It’s a piece of paper’
became their mantra
Raising his eyebrows,
quiet finger to lips
he recaptures their attention.
‘Look, do you see the Butterfly? ’
the slip of paper pinched
between finger and thumb
‘Do You see the Butterfly? ’
Restless, the children
Shuffled from foot to foot
Peering around and about
As if looking through
the finger and thumb
‘It’s just a piece of paper! ’
mocking adult indifference
the children say again
‘it’s a piece of paper…’
Then let us see, he unfolds
The first edge opened
doubles the dimension
of what is visible
With his thumbs he expands
the dimension a step further
‘Do you see the butterfly? ’
with taut Patience
the children snap
‘it’s hidden…it’s hidden….
How can we see
What is hidden…’
Until it is unfolded?
Do You see the Butterfly?
poem by Adrian Wait
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Dancin Clown
Words and music by joni mitchell
No, you couldnt call jesse a babe in the woods
Hes just weak in self-defense
cause hes so thin skinned
He cant take a joke at his expense
Youre a push down window, says rowdy yates
I can run you up and down
Anytime I want
I can make you my dancin--
My dancin clown!
Youre my dancin clown
Dancin dancin
My dancin clown
Dancin
Youre my dancin clown
Dancin dancin dancin
My dancin clown
Rowdy yates is as bold as jove--
Hes all chide and snide and bluff--
Stuck in the romantic tradition
Of acting rough and tough
Youre always charging thru, says jesse
Nervous, lookin all around--
To see whos seein him bein a dancin
A dancin clown
Hes a dancin clown
Dancin dancin
A dancin clown
Dancin
Hes a dancin clown
Dancin dancin dancin
A dancin clown
Cherchez la femme
Whenever love comes around
Someones a dancin clown
Cherchez la femme
Whenever hearts start to pound
Someones a dancin clown
Down the street comes last-word suzie--
Shes high yellow--lookin top nice
You hear the swoosh of jungle blades
And the crackle of northern ice
Hot damn! says rowdy--lookin up
Yum! says jesse lookin down
How would you like to be her dancin
Her dancin clown?
Be her dancin clown
Dancin dancin
Her dancin clown
Dancin
Be her dancin clown
Dancin dancin dancin
Her dancin clown
Cherchez la femme
Whenever love comes to town
Someones a dancin clown
Cherchez la femme
Wherever hearts start to pound
Someones a dancin clown
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Sin
You give me the reason.
You give me control.
I gave you my purity.
My purity you stole.
Did you think I wouldnt recognize this compromise.
Am I just too stupid to realize.
Stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies
It comes down to this.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
It gets under my skin.
Within.
Take in the extent of my sin
You give me the anger.
You give me the nerve.
Carry out the sentence.
I get what I deserve.
Im just an effigy to be defaced.
To be disgraced.
Your need for me has been replaced.
And if I cant have everything well then just give me a taste.
It comes down to this.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
It gets under my skin.
Within.
Take in the extent of my sin
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I cant see the best in me
That you saw
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you'll find your servant is your master,
And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
song performed by by Underoath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Quintetto
[To the tune of "Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round."]
RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:
Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner
THE FIVE:
While round the public board all eagerly we linger,
for what we can get we will try, try, try:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. FEATHERNEST:
By my own poetic laws, I'm a dealer in applause
For those who don't deserve it, but will buy, buy
So round the court I linger, and thus I get a finget
A finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. VAMP:
My share of pie to win, I will dash through thick and thin
And philosophy and liberty shall fly, fly, fly:
And truth and taste shall know, that their eve Iasting foe
Has a finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. KILLTHEDEAD:
I'll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle,
For war doth increase sa-la-ry, ry, ry:
And I'll shake the public ears with the triumph of Algiers,
And thus I ll get a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. PAPERSTAMP:
And while you thrive by ranting, I'll try my luck at canting,
And scribble verse and prose all so dry, dry, dry:
And Mystic's patent smoke public intellect shall choke,
Arld we ll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
We'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. ANYSIDE ANTIJACK:
My tailor is so clever, that my coat will turn for ever,
And take any colour you can dye, dye, dye:
For all my earthly wishes are among the loaves and fishes,
And to have my little finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCII: Clown
The crown of the clown is a big hat of lie
And sweets and candies to lock their mouth
The victory of the clown is a bouquet of laugh
And grin and smile to hide the rest of secret
The crime of clown is a curtain of farewell
And blindfold and cold blood in making shadow
The sorrow of clown is a dance forever
And sin and punishment that never come to end
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Can't Put My Finger On It
Is it alive, does it writhe
Can it survive under the sun?
I can't put my finger on it.
Is it green, is it red
Is it alive or is it dead
I can't put my finger on it
Scathe with a lathe
All the days in the past
I can't put my finger on it
Is it brown, is it white
Is it really outta sight
I can't put my finger on it
Can it squeal, does it squirm
If it's fresh will it burn?
I can't put my finger on it
Can it fly, will it try
If the wings are still wet?
I can't put my finger on it
Can it heal, is it real
Can it feel the threads of time?
I can't put my finger on it
Does it glow, will it shine
Does it leave a trail of slime
I can't put my finger on it
Are you surprised when I touch the dwarf inside?
(Repeat three times)
(Repeat first verse
song performed by by Ween
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Laugh Clown Laugh
Laugh Clown laugh,
that's what they want me to do.
I guess I'm doing something right
because this Clown made you laugh too.
Laugh Clown laugh,
make everyone laugh real hard.
Besides, Who would it hurt?
Will anyone notice
how it has scarred?
Laugh Clown laugh,
but only for a while,
at least until you see
that the humor is in your denial.
poem by Cecelia Warner
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The Intent(Hate)
Bland taste in mouth.
Nauseating feeling in gut.
Clenched fist which can't help but give the finger.
Forty-eight bones caught in involuntary activity.
Disdain in eyes.
Fumes in ears.
Released by O2-CO2 traffic.
Pinched lips.
Arched brows.
Batting lashes.
Dark heart.
Painful memories.
Got hurt.
Give hurt.
Smiles. Lies.
Hugs. Stab.
Thoughts. Poison.
Let go? . Can't
Time. Reveals.
Violet. Crushed.
Gained. Something.
Life. Goes on.
Time. Kills.
Let go? ...Done.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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