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The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River
the bridge finally
confesses to the river
that in every surge of
the water below it
it experiences what human
males call an erection
it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it
the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat
every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense
the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be
not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Playfellow
He is not belongs to any of the cards composing a pack of four suits.
(Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs and Spades.)
Just a plaything and his name is Joker.
When used, it has special rights;
Thus, in Euchre it's the best trump.
* A joker lives in every politician.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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There Is a Lesson in This
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
Now...
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Drawing Crazy Patterns
Its like sleeping now
He got married in the rush
Abels only son was gone
He finds hard to adjust
Hes feeling younger now
Younger than he was before
He wishes he had changed his mind
Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
And if he had to be you
Then hed get out and do the things hes always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is cursing them
But he doesnt raise his hand
He broke his dreams and lost his friends
Hes asking questions now
Got caught in his confusion
He shakes his head and looks at me
Then he shouts out loud
If you had to be me
Would you get out and do the things you always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Its like sleeping now
When youre gazing at the floor
And on this late night
Its getting harder now harder now
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Drawing Crazy Patterns
Its like sleeping now
He got married in the rush
Abels only son was gone
He finds hard to adjust
Hes feeling younger now
Younger than he was before
He wishes he had changed his mind
Yeah old mistakes they seem so small
And if he had to be you
Then hed get out and do the things hes always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Some people push by
And everyone is cursing them
But he doesnt raise his hand
He broke his dreams and lost his friends
Hes asking questions now
Got caught in his confusion
He shakes his head and looks at me
Then he shouts out loud
If you had to be me
Would you get out and do the things you always wanted
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Its like sleeping now
When youre gazing at the floor
And on this late night
Its getting harder now harder now
Standing outside
Like a joker on a hill
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
Hes drawing crazy patterns
With his shoes
song performed by by Texas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bathtub Gin
Brett is in the bathtub
Making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway
Singing to the troubadours
The kings are all lined up
Outside the gate
And the autumn bells are ringing
But theyll just have to wait
Where is the joker?
Have you seen him around
With his three coned cap
That he wears like a clown?
Have you seen his stripped stockings
And heard his sad tale
About the kids under the carpet
And the purple humpbacked whales
Here come the ambassadors
They show up one by one
Brett is tasting all the soup
To see if it is done
Wendys on the windowsill
Waiting to be let in
And were all in the bathtub now
Making bathtub gin
The kings storm the hallway
Theyve climbed up through the gate
They didnt mean to be impolite
But they just couldnt wait
Here comes the joker
With his silly grin
He carries a martini
Made of bathtub gin
Here comes the joker
We all must laugh
Cause were all in this together
And we love to take a bath.
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Playing with cards
The Joker was wild,
uninhibited and out of control.
He hit the deck, out did the Queen of Hearts
and all her tribe
confusing her husband the King
and kicked the Ace into touch.
The King of Spades saw him coming,
rounded up the troops, the Jack and
all the men from 2 to 10,
leaving the Ace until last
in case of something.
The Joker just smiled,
hitched up with the Queen of Clubs,
went along for the ride
to find the Diamonds and then,
threw all the cards on the table,
leading the whole pack awry
until the last man was trumped.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Joke Ya Mind
Joke ya mind...
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Wicked clown is in the house
Wake up in my golden bed
Wicked thoughts inside my head
Step outside and glide away
Nothings wicked here today
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
I can jump across the land
Wind up in the emerald sand
Swing the jewels of endless time
Take it all cuz its mine
Pour a bowl of chocolate soup
Serve it with the fruit loop
This is my world I am king
Joker sing, joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Joker jumping joker sing
Joke ya mind...
Wicked clown is in the house
I can fall in love like that
In my world she loves me back
If I chose, I chose alone
Freak is gone, boys is on
Cuz the homies watch your back
Life is over like that
Once its done, its done, its dead
Ticky-tocky-ticky-dead
If you feel the need to go
Go, go, wont ya go
They call you a freak show
Welcome to the carnival
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
The wicked clowns will arrive in your town soon
And believe me, it wont be pretty
Justice must be served
To the uncaring selfish wealthy ones
Be prepared and get ready
To catch 400 years of hell
And, oh, one last note to all
Wicked clown is in the house
Joke ya mind...
Welcome to the carnival
I can breathe the magic mist
And excell your every wish
Juggla jump from cloud to cloud
Ring them bells, ring them loud
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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He who denies everything confesses everything.
I Remember Larry
Say, do you remember that guy larry next door
Well, he always was the neighborhood clown
Like the time he pulled my pants off
And he took those color pictures
And posted copies all over town
Or the time that he dumped toxic waste on my lawn
Or those wacky prank phone calls from midnight till dawn
What a crazy kid larry was, always foolin around
Boy, what a joker
What a funny, funny guy
Ill never forget about larry
No matter how I try
Say, do you remember when I lost all my hair
cause lar gave me that nair shampoo
And hey, how bout the day he put ben gay inside my jockstrap
And filled my toothpaste tube up glue
All those wedgies he gave
All those shoestrings he tied
All those brownies he made with the ex-lax inside
Oh, lar, I swear, it was a laugh a minute with you
Boy, what a joker
What a funny, funny guy
Ill never forget about larry
No matter how I try
You know I couldnt help but laugh
Even though he treated me like slime
Remember when he cut my car in half?
Well, he really got me good that time!
Say, do you remember when I broke in larrys house
Late at night and tied his mouth with a rag
Then I dragged him by his ankles to the middle of the forest
And stuffed him in a big plastic bag
If the cops ever find him, who knows what theyd say
But Im sure if ol lar were still with us today
He would have to agree with me
It was a pretty good gag
Oh boy, what a joker
What a funny, funny guy
Ill never forget about larry
No matter how I try
Oh boy, what a joker
What a funny, funny guy
Ill never forget about larry
No matter how I try
No matter how I try
Oh, I remember larry
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.
'Tis a silly sheep that confesses to the wolf.
You Believe You're The Joker
By whose definition,
Have you confined my inhibitions?
As if they're set to limits,
With conditions in the mix.
And if I am inhibited...
It is in way as I see fit.
As ammunition used,
To protect from nosiness.
You try to ride my privacy,
As if it's not mine!
To satisfy a need,
To please your sleazy snooping.
You try to cloak and hide,
Denial with hope!
To get me tricked,
By disguises you provoke.
By whose definition,
Have you confined my inhibitions?
As if they're set to limits,
With conditions in the mix.
And if I am inhibited...
It is in way as I see fit.
As ammunition used,
To protect from nosiness.
You try to cloak and hide,
Denial with hope!
To get me tricked,
By disguises you provoke.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
And you believe,
You're the joker.
And I,
To be the joke.
But you are the one,
Who makes me laugh.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your candor is worth everything to your cause. It is refreshing to find a person with a new theory who frankly confesses that he finds difficulties, insurmountable, at least for the present.
If he have faith, the believer cannot be restrained. He betrays himself. He breaks out. He confesses and teaches this gospel to the people at the risk of life itself.
quote by Martin Luther
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Confession
Oh my God! I am weak and fail,
In my wills to the beguiling Enemy,
Who tempts me against prohibitions,
Rides on my fragile heart and mind,
Shows me the path lusty poignant,
My defiant unbridled limbs
Break the defensive line of fence.
Oh my God! I am fallen into hands,
Wrong, deceitful and fraudulent,
So I can not win the battle so hard,
Though determined in vain thousand times,
To shun the Enemy, to prove my faith,
Bestow me the unflinching fortitude,
To wrestle against the Fake Omnipotent.
Oh my God! I corrupted myself,
While sinning more than the drops of rains,
Have poured down since beginning,
More than the stars and spaces stretched,
Yet I have faith in Kindness and Mercy,
Reserved infinitely bounteous for confesses.
Oh my God! I admit to be a derailed being,
He who confesses wrongs by own accord,
In the court of unforgiving Pricking Prince,
Provokes not wrath, invites redemption,
For behind it work love, fear and hope,
And not disgust, hatred and hostility.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe
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