A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
quote by Charles Lamb
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Skies The Limit
Written by christine mcvie
If Ive been acting just a little strange
And you have noticed it too
Its cos my life has been rearranged
With the presence of you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
Can you give me one reason why
Youd ever let me down
I wont believe it baby, but Ill try
The truths goin to come around
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Sooner or later
Ill keep the promise
I made to you
Sooner or later
It will be greater
Then we ever knew
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
The sky is the limit now
We can hit it on the nail
And when we do
Ill think about you
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
Oh the sky is the limit
How can we fail
The sky is the limit
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
'Hooray!'
'What fun!'
'It's time we flew!'
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue. '
Hold on!'
'Stay in!'
'I hope we do!'
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
knows what's
happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Lugubrious Whing-Whang
The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best
Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs,--
'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest,
An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,
An' the funniest one, an' the foolishest.--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
I don't know what in the world it means--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
An' nen when I _tell_ him I don't, he leans
Like he was a-grindin' on some machines
An' says: Ef I _don't_, w'y, I don't know _beans!_
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
Out on the margin of Moonshine Land,
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Out where the Whing-Whang loves to stand,
Writing his name with his tail in the sand,
And swiping it out with his oogerish hand;
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Is it the gibber of Gungs or Keeks?
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Or what _is_ the sound that the Whing-Whang seeks?--
Crouching low by the winding creeks
And holding his breath for weeks and weeks!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Aroint him the wraithest of wraithly things!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
'Tis a fair Whing-Whangess, with phosphor rings
And bridal-jewels of fangs and stings;
And she sits and as sadly and softly sings
As the mildewed whir of her own dead wings,--
Tickle me, Dear,
Tickle me here,
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Laws
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
Laws created to curb a racial profiling on the rise.
Laws created to curb a greed that has affected lives.
Laws that limit freedoms to blatantly discriminate...
Those who do this anyway,
No matter what the laws are to perpetuate a hate.
Laws created to curb the rise of domestic violence.
Laws created to curb the rise of racial tensions.
Laws created to curb interpretations,
Of what is and what is not politically correct.
But those who are corrupted and create the laws...
Can not see their own flaws,
That initiate the mess.
And those upset by these laws,
Want more of them and yet neglect!
Like 'Commandments' given no respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judge Me
People judge me for my boricua skin
Over looking the beauty with in.
Oh, it may hurt, it surely can
But the sky is the limit, That I understand.
A female Latina that’s what they see
Failure and disaster thy hope I be
Little do they know, the determination in me
It will mold me, until I succeed.
Does my finesse bother you?
Do my dreams interfere with what you do?
To each it’s own, is what I say defend you?
The sky’s the limit that’s what I say.
Boricua pride is my thrive
You can see it in my beautiful brown eyes.
I know I can and you should too
The limit for me and you.
You may hate me,
But the sky’s the limit
You may judge me,
But the sky’s the limit
You will always have discrimination,
But the sky is MY limit.
poem by Alexsandra Quinones
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Why Can't You Be Nicer To Me?
Somebodys screaming
looking at the ceilling
everythings so funny
I dont have the money
people dont even know me
but they know how to show me
Why cant you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think Im all done lying
nobodys sharing
so I stop caring
all alone and walking
nobodys talking
Why cant you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
where am I going
off a bridge and falling
nobodys calling
on the ground and laying
nobodys praying
Why cant you be nicer to me?
song performed by by White Stripes
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Take It To The Limit
[Japanese Bonus Track]
Been here just long enough to see what trip you're on
Suffered from your ugly deeds
The way you're pushin all, Oh No
Better watch out what you're doing
Better take some rest or get right of here, oh yeah
Haven't you hurt the people tryin to be your friend
[Chorus:]
You take it to the limit, you take it to the top
You take it to the limit, until you get stopped
You take it to the limit, you take it to the top
Stop! Stop!
You think you're somebody
But you'll never be
On the back of others
You're just acting
Like a thief, oh yeah
Better watch out what you're sayin
Better take your hat and get right out of here
Didn't you lose all the people
Tryin to be your friend
[Chorus:]
You take it to the limit, you take it to the top
You take it to the limit, til you get stopped
You take it to the limit, til you get shot, stop it!
Take it to the limit, take it to the top
Take it to the limit, til you get stopped
Take it to the limit, get out of my head!
song performed by by Helloween
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I'm a much nicer person since my wife died. I found out what pain is, so on that level I'm much nicer.
quote by Hugh Leonard
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A Realization Of Two Things
a bud is better
seen on top of its stalk
even when it has
already bloomed
completely
it is still nicer to
see the flower stuck
on its stalk
even if it has already
wilted
it is still nicer to see
it on its stalk
even when the stalk is gone
the flower is still there
and it is nicer still
to imagine it
untouched by any human
hand
only nature
only nature has the power
to take it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The press always ends up being much nicer than I expect. A lot of times they say something snarky about you, but then you meet them in person and they couldn't be nicer.
quote by Josh Schwartz
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Why Must I Fear?
i clearly know my stand,
and i am afraid about what happens next,
at first
i do not have
that feather in my hand
to tickle
you,
man of authority,
i do not have the book
of pleasing you,
man of wisdom, man who can make me into a stone,
power of the wand
who in one sway, can turn me into
nothing,
i am not afraid,
i am nothing.
i have always been nothing
and no one
so what must i fear?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Attack The Root
Are women still bound by men?
Are men still bound by god men?
The root cause is religions.
Don’t make laws; attack the roots.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Say Brah (Radio)
[Master P]
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
and to this district system free Soulja Slim
cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
[Mac]
Say Brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss
bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs
and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name
so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
We bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
[Master P]
Hoody Hoo!
Hey brah I'm cold with it,
if you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the P
and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter
I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest 3rd baller you know
plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
and put a million thug soldiers on your street?
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
song performed by by 504 Boyz
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Say Brah
[master p]
Say brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
And to this district system free
Soulja slim
Cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[mac]
Say brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
Get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 dollars and fiend,
Thugs like magic, wiz, woo, ween, and my auntie b
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss
Bezzled up a few haters and feds watching my doggs
And we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
Now that army is back so i'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
Hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, tru 2 da game, livin' up to my name
So when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
We bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[master p]
Hoody hoo!
Hey brah i'm cold with it,
If you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the p
And where i'm from?, say brah, i'm out that cp3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
Cause i roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
Now say brah, i really got a bubble i hummer
But say brah, i ain't no uptown stunter
I'm out the streets and i like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest 3rd baller you know
Plus i brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
And put a million thug soldiers on your street?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
song performed by by 504 Boyz
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Feather in Universe!
Feathery, feather, feathery
Blowing wind, it twirls and dances
Drenching rain, oh, feather, feathery
Like the Stars, Planets, in their orbit
Mystic and steady they go, no pillar
A distance to cover, energized, re-energized
Hmnn, feather, feather, feathery,
No staking, own, and alone, traversing
A soul in the wind, in Universe, Oh, feather!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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What am I afraid of I'll tell you a feather. that's right, a feather. How could anyone be afraid of a feather, you say. That's an honest question, and I'll try to give it an honest answer. First of all, did I say it was a poison feather
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Stop well before
Patients have a limit;
Tolerance has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test
You would be hit back hard.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
Pleasing has a limit;
Yielding has a limit.
Beyond it, if you test,
You will be shown the door.
Better stop well before,
Not knowing the boundary.
17.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only that woman knows
Courting is fun until it does not cross the limit.
Flirting is fun until it does not cross the limit.
Where does the limit lie? Only that woman knows.
04.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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