A boo is a lot louder than a cheer. If you have 10 people cheering and one person booing, all you hear is the booing.
quote by Lance Armstrong
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San Francisco has always been my favorite booing city. I don't mean the people boo louder or longer, but there is a very special intimacy. When they boo you, you know they mean you. Music, that's what it is to me. One time in Kezar Stadium they gave me a standing boo.
quote by George Halas
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Here Is My Resumé
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Don't look at me...
With readied criticisms!
I have been prepared all my life,
To voice my thoughts.
Whether wrong or right...
Day or night!
I have not chosen flight as my expression of rebellion!
Many were those times I took to the streets,
To become my own Grand Marshal.
Even though it was disregarded as a display of ego.
But I did not compromise my dignity.
And I see none of that...
OR pride around!
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Some have chosen to flaunt their pretensions.
Others went on to do good deeds.
Very few I see could care less about their own survival.
And you accuse me of being insensitive?
Remember this...
I have always kept my identity intact!
I didn't sell my soul to trinkets.
To play games of 'I-Can-Out-Shine'
Never did I find the time to laugh at anyone.
Even though I did think...
Those I now see in sorrow,
Were completely out of their minds.
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Here is my resumé!
And there is nothing I have earned,
That spells out rejection on it!
I've gained from my despair.
And licked my own damn wounds...
With a wish to assist others heal!
Do you know how that feels...
To have your own turn away,
From that reach to appeal?
And I am glad those who now cry,
Did not find me qualified!
Self-serving?
Yes...it is!
And well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dearest Friend
My dearest friend please hear my cry.
AS I slept that Monday night I didn't know what you were doing.
Now I know what you said leaves me here and leads me to a lie.
I wish I could've heard your booing.
Please don't let our friendship end!
Don't leave me alone.
To you I send,
a way back home.
My dearest friend please don't do this.
Bo, please don't let me know what you've done.
Don't take death's kiss.
Do you hear the sound of your mother calling to her son?
Don't make the memories go!
Don't let the people put you down.
Don't leave us here Bo!
I don't want to see you in the ground.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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Don't worry, the fans don't start booing until July.
quote by Earl Weaver
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I'll never forget the first screening at the Berlin Film Festival. As soon as the film ended there was an outbreak of booing, which made us look at each other with some surprise.
quote by John Schlesinger
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A Card From Life
Mantles of incorrigible
Tin-rain wrap me...
The present of sleep,
Ribboned in dreams,
Bows peek-a-booing
A card...
Once more. Tomorrow.
Carousels, cotton candy
Freedom of sleep
Tonight.
Love,
Life.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Social Illiterates
Why are the people angry?
'Comments made to them,
Were upsetting when expressed.'
But...
Were they true?
And from who?
'All of it was true.
And everyone listening knew it too.
Those who stayed after the booing died down.
And paid attention with a listening done.'
Then...
What is the problem?
'The speaker who spoke,
Came dressed to impress.
And no one expected,
Their delusions to become affected...
By such an effectiveness as to them addressed.'
So what did the speaker say?
'He kept calling them social illiterates.
And many of them began to leave,
Saying...
No one is going to tell them,
They are 'dumb' and do not know how to read.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Beautiful America
America my beloved country is falling apart
It's the air I breathe, in her lies my heart
People fighting in the streets, gangs killing everywhere
Are we to lose our freedom, for our children will it still be there
Are all our values gone, they want to take God out of our land
We can't let this happen, everyone needs to take a stand
Just a few can't do this, we all need to stand up for her
We must stand together we can' t allow for her destruction to occur
America's cries can be heard far and loud
Pray for God to heal our land, listen not to a booing crowd
Listen not to the evil, love your neighbor and lend a hand
Let not our country, sink away like in a quick sand
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Small Cog In A Big Wheel?
We're told;
One person is puny and has no power;
"Your just a small cog in a big wheel"
Cosmic-clock soon chimes the final hour,
When all create again, from hearts who feel
"Big plans" give way to "Simply doing"
For God/Mother Earth always provide
Jesus shall minister once more;
Whilst (out back) the crowd is booing,
He's learned by now;
"Take everything in stride"
"As the season turns, turns, turns"
After dry-chaff burns, burns, burns;
Renewal!
God's gift to everyone;
Father,
Mother,
Daughter,
Son
ROTMS
View ROTMS writings, images a video at;
rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
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Peter: What is that sound I hear?
Patrick: I don't hear anything. [He listens.] I hear it now. It's like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don't see anybody.
line from Cathleen ni Houlihan, script by William Butler Yeats (1902)
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The Whole Show
This show is from an extrovert,
Amazed, delighted is the audience.
His speech is amber, for it pleases,
The body to speak, the laughter is pleasing.
Your armpits sweat as well as your forehead,
But anymore showing creates agitation.
The booing is prominent, always exercised,
By the way, we laugh and jeer like cameras.
It is the armoury of the show
So impressive, an arm will stop.
The presenter wants to listen intently
To the whole arrangement of causes;
A request is being made:
Please sit patiently for the whole show.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Blessed Nothingness
We live in some very mysterious days.
Humorous are some and complexed are others.
I remember being told I had nothing.
Was nothing.
And was not going to amount to much more.
Today?
Well...
Those who romanced good credit,
With agendas to purchase things...
Hoping to seduce an attracted meaning,
Now proclaim they have lost everything.
With a 'nothing-to-do-edness'...
But prolong the sighing of their lives being empty.
Hoping that the booing hooing, alibis, excuses
And pitful stories told...
Gains a certain prominence,
For an assignment of empathy.
And here I am still without that nothingness,
Feeling very successful to have achieved it on my own.
With God's help, of course.
God has never been out of the mix,
Of my blessed 'nothingness'.
And i stay thrilled about it too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And, if we lost, then who win? Did Al Qaida win? When on the floor of the House of Representatives they cheer - they cheer - when they pass a withdrawal motion that is a certain date for surrender, what were they cheering? Surrender? Defeat?
quote by John McCain
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Louder Than Words
I have heard you say the words many times,
but your actions tells me your words are just a lie;
because actions speak louder than words.
If you love me why don’t you hug me?
If you love me why don’t I ever remember a kiss from you?
You say you love but actions speak louder than words.
If you love me like you say you do
why when I need a shoulder to cry on you just shrug?
And when I need a cheering section your voice is silent?
You say you love but actions speak louder than words.
To love someone does not me to say it in a card
on a birthday, Christmas or Graduation day.
To truly love some one you show them with
a hug, a kiss or a call just to say hi.
Mom, you say you love then you need to show me;
because actions speak louder than words
Color of Skin
Today we celebrate and cheer.
We all scream today a new era begins.
But wait and ask ourselves has the past really come to an end.
Are we cheering because hope is on the rise?
Or are we cheering just because the color of the man.
and if the latter the dream has yet to come.
Because we did not elect because of content of his charter
most of us voted just because the color of his skin.
Those who are Caucasian mostly voted because it is now
fashionable to be liberal, and us who are black vote mainly
because of the color of his skin.
So as you're cheering saying the dream has come true
understand in order for the dream to be true we all
must see past the color of our own skin.
A Poets Message
As you flick through my pages
and surrender to my thoughtful and playful words
Remember I am just another actress
on this very frightful dark stage
As a poet
Its all about display
Its all about the audience
The booing or thunderous clapping
can be substituted
by bestowing me with genuine ratings
Your random comments
will be appreciated
any time, any place, any moment
as I am on a mission
To write a million words
spice up my wordly performance
with some occasional romance
I am on a mission to write
about the people, politicians and musicians
To write about the prostitutes
That roam the redlight district each single minute
I am on a mission to write about me and you
to write about the world
and everything thats brand new or true
Now and then
I may have the writers block
Its easy to laugh
Its easy to mock
But you inspire my imagination
You are all my inspiration
as you flick through my pages
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LI: Savior
Criminal is a person who commits a crime
Rogue is a person who calmly kills 99 people to save 100 people
Hero is a person who can kill 99 people to save one person
Savior is a person who sacrifice himself to save people
Onlooker is a person who stays and witnesses all
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Emo people
Emo people are ok sometimes
Emo people are sad a lot
I wish i could help the emo people
There is nothing i can do
Emo people cut their selves
Why? Some may ask; they say it releases stress
Emo people are sad when they do toat it seems
All emos are that way
Emo people are sad
Cheer up emo people
It will be ok
I can help if you want
Cheer up
Emo people dress in black
They wear it when they are sad
Black is a depressing color
Emo people like black
poem by Pamela Nikkole White
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She knows I'm her biggest fan, I cheer for her louder than anybody.
quote by Nick Lachey
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At Grass
There is a cheering crowd in the stands
with some people waving betting cards
while majestically they thunder past
in bright colours with jockeys
standing in the stirrups, bending low
running the distance at full speed.
Some people cheer with joy,
while cameras flash, video cameras record
others disappointed, sit down
waiting for the next race
while crowds of empty cars
wait outside and women parade
their dresses as if on show.
poem by Gert Strydom
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