Words are like the spider's web: a shelter for the clever ones and a trap for the not-so-clever.
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Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.
In isolation
You lose your friend with whom you are clever.
They may not be clever enough to match.
They'd be clever enough to deduct you.
You will then end up in isolation.
26.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Consultant
What is that?
That is what
Why's it rye?
That is why
How was Dow?
That was how
When was ten?
That was when
You'd do that?
No, you'd do that!
You'd clear that?
No, you'd clear that!
You are smart
Yes, I'm smart
You are clever
Yes, I'm clever
You know what?
What to know?
I know that
So you know?
Am I smart?
No, you're not
Am I clever?
No, not ever
If you're smart
You don't bark
If you're clever
you don't hire
(Jakarta,12th August 2009)
poem by Ahmad Arli Hikmawan
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It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.
quote by Fannie Hurst
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Mother to Son
mother to little boy...'stupid boy.'
son to mother...'clever boy.'
mother to little boy 'stupid boy.'
son to mother 'clever boy.'
Mother to little boy 'stupid boy.'
son to mother 'clever clever boy.'
both laugh and hug each other hard.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The End
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly Me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Did It Again
Written: kylie minogue/ steve anderson/ david seaman
Clever girl
Think you are but you think too much
Shut down turn around
Dont look that way any more
Clever girl
Think you know but you dont know much
Try to make a move
Go to a different door
You know its all in your head
You better put that business to bed
By your fair hands of design you met with
The monster in your mind
You did it again
You did it again
Wont you listen to me when Im telling you its no good for you
Clever girl
Think youre right
But whats right from wrong?
Little miss genius
You make it hard on yourself
Clever girl
Youve got it all but youre all messed up
Time now turn around
Move onto something else
You know its all in your head
Youd better put that business to bed
What you see nobody sees
It only brings you to your knees
Clever girl
Think youre right
But whats right from wrong?
Little miss genius
You make it hard on yourself
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Adult World's
Interesting World....
Someone wanting something
from you or paid by you.
Words untold
Feelings behold:
TREATS.
Clever thinking
' You know they could sue you if...'
' You know it would be better for you if...'
Thinking on what is best 'for you',
'A friend' on session,
Not asking you to do something,
instead a suggestion.
World filled of BLA, BLA, BLA
Busy for that is Cinderella:
Give me the truth in summary,
or go away and think and say,
ONLY what is BEST for YOURSELF.
Clever Thinking,
Money Digging,
UGLY meaning.
(For the Water Heater - 09/15/2007)
poem by Florida Angel
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Night Worker
A spider spun his web all night
and waited patiently.
A fly had circled all the morn
and buzzed there cautiously.
The spider watched and stayed so still.
No movement did he make.
And by and by the fly descended
and landed wide-awake.
He spotted the spider and tried his best
to escape the sticky trap.
The spider watched and slowly moved
and the fly with his handicap
became the bait inside the web
that the spider made at night.
The spider had his breakfast early
in the morning light.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I saw young men, boys just out of school (Villanelle)
I saw young men, boys just out of school,
working men with university degrees
far too clever to be any anyone’s fool
being called up for war, being tossed into its whirlpool
set on fire and burning like a bunch of trees.
I saw young men, boys just out of school,
who over war did not drool
but hated every moment of it, men with great qualities
far too clever to be anyone’s fool
who’s lives were threaded out like from a spool,
treated like mere sediment, dregs, refuse, like lees.
I saw young men, boys just out of school,
in places flaming hot, icy cold wearing jerseys of wool,
praying, standing in the wilderness on their knees
far too clever to be any anyone’s fool
with pierced bodies draining in bloody pool after bloody pool
becoming the sons of Cain, the devils own employees
and I saw young men, boys just out of school,
far too clever to be any anyone’s fool.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Worst Poem Ever
Just some words that rhyme
What a waste of time
The writer has to be dense
Because this poem makes no sense
Want to hear the worst poem ever
It such junk well I never
Not very clever
This is the worst poem ever
I sure you could do better cause you are so clever
If you want me to write a poem my answer is NEVER
Cause this is the worst poem ever
Henry Brown 10 November 2010
poem by Henry Brown
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Chrome
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Get back, slide off of track
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Do what you want
Do what you want
Do what you want
Nothing lasts forever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think you're clever
But everything worthwhile has got a price
Bulletproof form, ??
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Do what you want
Do what you want
Nothing lasts forever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think you're clever
But everything worthwhile has got a price
Nothing lasts forever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think you're clever
But everything worthwhile has got a price
Nothing lasts forever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think you're clever
But everything worthwhile has got a price.
song performed by by Zebrahead
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Never have anything to do with an unlucky place, or an unlucky man. I have seen many clever men, very clever men, who had not shoes to their feet. I never act with them. Their advice sounds very well, but they cannot get on themselves; and if they cannot do good to themselves, how can they do good for me?
quote by Rothschild
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Ordinary Girl
I'm just an ordinary
Same old nothing new
I can tell you ordinary
Same old nothing things
Say something funny
Or say something smart
Say something clever
I would but you know I can't
I've got no intellectual inspiration way
Wish I had some entertaining things
That I could say
Say something clever
Or say something smart
Say something funny
I would but you know I can't
I would but you know I can't
I'm just an ordinary
Same old nothing me
You know my eloquence is not quite
What it used to be
Say something funny
Or say something smart
Say something clever
I would but you know I can't
I would but you know I can't
I would if I only could but you know I can't
song performed by by Bic Runga
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The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.
quote by Rudyard Kipling
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It's the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be.
quote by Gilbert Parker
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Foiled by beauty for M'lady Sally plumb
A spider web bedecked with dew.
The early morning sun shines through.
Creates a tapestry of light.
A work of art in its own right.
Because the sparkling dew negates.
The spider webs efficiency.
Until the sun evaporates
the morning dew sufficiently
The spider must wait patiently
until at last she breaks her fast
Flies tangled inextricably
in the sticky threads she cast.
The spider builds instinctively.
A trap we aren’t supposed to see.
As long as it is visible
It’s totally impossible.
For the silken trap to do
(It is designed to be unseen)
The task it is intended to.
But for the dew it would have been.
Although it’s pleasing to our eyes
We know it isn’t meant to be
It’s obvious to passing flies
who can avoid it easily.
The hungry spider would prefer
to do without the morning dew.
Which seems intent to deprive her
of fat flies which are her due.
The spider’s loss is our gain
We see the transient beauty.
Which we may never see again.
If only temporarily.
The spider web bedecked with dew
To us a source of great delight
Created each morning anew
by dew drops reflecting sun light.
Although the spider breakfasts late.
There’s little doubt she will survive.
I’m sure she will appreciate
her breakfast when it does arrive.
Tuesday,08 March 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Duty
My way is straight like the path
That neither winds nor sways,
My instincts are still clever,
For my being is called manhood.
My way is not strange,
Ways are only strange
When the dangers are present,
Pain collects from these endeavours.
Suffering is a duty for those who endeavour,
Deeds of exceptional nature spring
From beliefs in the art of living,
Your instincts are clever not shrewd.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Spider and A Fly
One day a spider said to a fly
'Though you pass this way daily
My hut has never been honored by you
By making a chance visit inside by you
Though depriving strangers of a visit does not matter
Evading the near and dear ones does not look good
My house will be honored by a visit by you
A ladder is before you if you decide to step in
Hearing this the fly said to the spider,
'Sire, you should entice some simpleton thus
This fly would never be pulled into your net
Whoever climbed your net could never step down'
The spider said, 'How strange, you consider me a cheat
I have never seen a simpleton like you in the world
I only wanted to entertain you
I had no personal gain in view
You have come flying from some unknown distant place
Resting for a while in my house would not harm you
Many things in this house are worth your seeing
Though apparently a humble hut you are seeing
Dainty drapes are hanging from the doors
And I have decorated the walls with mirrors
Beddings are available for guests' comforts
Not to everyone's lot do fall these comforts'.
The fly said, 'All this may very well be
But do not expect me to enter your house
'May God protect me from these soft beds
Once asleep in them getting up again is impossible'
The spider spoke to itself on hearing this talk
'How to trap it? This wretched fellow is clever
Many desires are fulfilled with flattery in the world
All in the world are enslaved with flattery'
Thinking this the spider spoke to the fly thus!
'Madam, God has bestowed great honors on you!
Everyone loves your beautiful face
Even if someone sees you for the first time
Your eyes look like clusters of glittering diamonds
God has adorned your beautiful head with a plume
This beauty, this dress, this elegance, this neatness!
And all this is very much enhanced by singing in flight'.
The fly was touched by this flattery
And spoke, 'I do not fear you any more
I hate the habit of declining requests
Disappointing somebody is bad indeed'
Saying this it flew from its place
When it got close the spider snapped it
The spider had been starving for many days
The fly provided a good leisurely meal
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Spiderman
Spider man, spider man
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web any size
Catches thieves just like flies
Look out!
There comes the spider man
Is he strong?
Listen, bud
Hes got radioactive blood
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there!
There goes the spider man
In the chill of the night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time
Spider man, spider man
Friendly neighborhood spider man
Wealth and fame
Hes ignorant
Action is his reward
Look out!
Here comes the spider man
To him, lifes a big bang up
Whenever theres a hang up
Youll find the spider man.
song performed by by Ramones
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