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A Minor Key
A minor key, a minor key
has really taken over me.
It's got me low, so darned low
as low as I can ever go.
Those saddened tones with its minor 3rds
have influenced what I say with words.
So many days have passed me by
when the minor 3rds have made me cry.
Tomorrow I'll raise them a half tone
to stop the pain that seems to have grown.
Oh sweet music take me back
to a major sound. It's what I lack.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Who robs commits a sin, who is robbed commits a hundred.
Our Irish blunders are never blunders of the heart.
quote by Maria Edgeworth
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Anyone Will Do
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
They want to watch me and you,
To select and consider.
But their thoughtless bitterness
Has left them much the fools.
Everything that they touch...
To elevate their lust to heights,
Exposes their incompetence...
And their attraction to decadence,
Stirs a crisis that backbites!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Those who chose to follow their lead,
Can not believe they with them today bleed.
And everything about them and their lifestyles too...
Seems to be admittedly being refused.
They have lost a confidence...
With a pride they all pursued!
Everything about them repells as well!
No one leaves it as a secret,
Who and what has created this hell!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Will certainly for them do!
Anyone...
Except themselves!
And that is the sadness so true.
Themselves they are blinded to see...
As the initiators of their own ignorance,
Hyped with hypocrisies.
And enforcing upon themselves,
Their own tragedies so needlessly!
Anyone will do,
To accuse for their blunders.
Anyone to screw...
Including me,
And you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.
Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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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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Who Is The Master?
When you first light up a fag
It doesn’t taste too good
But you will be its master yet
Indeed you will, you should
For you must be so hip and cool
Like all the other smokers
They are smart and clever people
Not like those other jokers
They’re so smart that they can draw
A fag between their lips
And blow out smoke so easily
While making witty quips
The smoke drawn deeply from the fag
Is noxious, there’s no doubt
And by sheer logic, must be true
It’s noxious what’s blown out
A minor detail, not your concern
What’s crucial’s how you look
You’ve got to breathe it in and out
And not look like you’re crook
Once you can do that, you are like them
That cool and clever crowd
At last, you’ve made it to their world
And you can shout out loud
I can smoke without a choke
I have become its master
But wait a second, I have found
That it became mine faster
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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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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Minor Earth, Major Sky
(magne furuholmen / paul waaktaar)
I cant see me in this empty place
Just another lonely face
I cant see me here in outer space
Its so hard to leave a trace
And I try and I try and I try
But it never comes out right
Yes I try and I try and I try
But I never get it right
Its a
Minor earth major sky
I cant see me in this lonely town
Not a friendly face around
Can you hear me when I speak out loud
Hear my voice above the crowd
And I try and I try and I try
But it never comes out right
Yes I try and I try and I try
But I never get it right
Its a
Minor earth major sky
But I try and I try and I try
But it never comes out right
Yes I try and I try and I try
But I never get it right
Its a
Minor earth major sky
song performed by by A-Ha
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Are These Not Our Choices?
we are sometimes
as human beings
as inferior beings
too smart
too sharp
too insolent
for our own good
for the good of others
for the good of community
the quick wit
the ready wit
the sharp tack
may be entertaining
may be a joy to behold
may be a blessing to friends
may be a blessing to us all
or is usually of good heart
or is relatively harmless
or is a minor inconvenience at worst
a minor discomfort
a minor difficulty
a minor annoyance
the clever
possessing intelligence
mental alertness
can be witty amusing
or disrespectful
impertinent abusive
but the shrewd
calculating
in business
other dealings
may bless aid us!
or fleece curse us!
the sharp minds
may perceive protect us
or cause sharp
stinging sensations
as they cut into our senses
the sharp minds
may cause mild
embarrassment
or even acute
shame humiliation
the choice may range
from creative witticism
to unpleasant criticism
a spoken or written
opinion expressed
may be right or wrong
may encourage
or point out find fault
considered judgment
assessment of qualities
is a moral obligation!
analysis
appreciation
uplifting praise
caring intentions
or censure
disapproval
disparagement
condem nation
which are your choices?
the smart asses
are less dangerous
than the con artists
and the stalkers
the insolent
may be disrespectful
in speech or behaviour
may be aggressive
but this is not wise!
in life it is not possible
to ever be too wise!
we do not see
we do not perceive enough
know enough
to always fully realize
the consequences of our choices
we are never wise enough
for the deceptive shadows of this world
we can never be too wise
sadly none of us are perceptive
enough wise enough often enough
but classic dumb ass
seems to be
always a dime a dozen!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Farmer Defiles Minor
The muse of lust,
The muse of the farmers,
The muse of the state of the affairs in my land!
And, a farmer defiles a minor;
But, he was apprehended and handed over to the Police.
Farmer defiles minor!
In the bush with his act to lure this little girl;
And he extensively abused her! !
But this concealed act of his led him to the Court,
Because, someone witnessed the scene!
He forcibly molested the minor,
And he was sentenced to 20 years in jail! !
For this 40-year-old farmer defiled a 7-year-old girl.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Blues In Minor Key
'Twas a lovely night in gay Paree
The stagelight was beating on him and me
He took my heart and spoke so well
And told me things no one else could tell
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
He was a lonely tramp in the world of rhyme
With words that caught me just in time
I gave him my body I gave him my soul
In front of the stage I played my role
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
The chimes of freedom rang that night
And stars in heaven were shining bright
The songs he sang were like ice and fire
Leading me through the bush and brier
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
Behind his mask and behind his name
He left the stage with nothin' to claim
Like a shooting star in the empty skies
Our love was done without any ties
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key....
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
poem by Göran Gustafsson
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Words are like the spider's web: a shelter for the clever ones and a trap for the not-so-clever.
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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Minor Importance
Gigs of minor importance are to be rude,
Minor men scent the Paradise,
Two women and one man is to conclude
Minor happiness, two for once.
Goggles satiate the individual,
Into believing of some who liven up,
Their goal is yellowy like Hell,
Like a river which said to reach and stop.
Hatred is mostly good for the evil,
Most are afraid of the finer,
Pointing out anything achievable
Like pointers of crime and caseworker.
I like someone who betrayed not anyone,
Guests like astrologers who smell them:
Those innocent tricks to dazzle and be done,
To greatly win a marvel from a hat stratagem.
Mostly, a feather is all that is needed,
To drive a wedge between the pages,
Honest hammers for smacking the exhilarated,
To be driven over once the feather kisses.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Rook is of the value of five Pawns and a fraction, and may be exchanged for a minor Piece and two Pawns. Two Rooks may be exchanged for three minor Pieces.
quote by Howard Staunton
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A Coincidence
Every critic in the town
Runs the minor poet down;
Every critic--don't you know it?
Is himself a minor poet.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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