It makes no sense to pack an auditorium with 5,000 people and then tell them to keep quiet.
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Runner With The Pack
Hes got a second side hes got sixth sense
He got everything
He got what it takes
He got what it makes to be everything
Seems to know all there is to know
I took him there
He steals the show
Hes so astute hes so acute hes gold sure he is
Hes eloquent hes intelligent and benevolent
Hes the epitome of ability with his expertise
Hes versatile with a lot of style
Hed mess my heart every time hed smile
So unpretentious a warm and gentle soul
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that
Cause hes inventive, attentive, protective, selective
Perceptive, receptive, affective, reflective
A runner with the pack, no hed never do that
He got tolerance he got confidence hes significant
And hes a connoisseur and a social stir hes magnificent
So fair and square he reciprocates
And every way he stimulates
His quality of voracity is great
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that
Cause hes inventive, attentive, protective, selective
Perceptive, receptive, effective, reflective
(you know the hes)
A runner with the pack, no hed never do that
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Carl Nielsen's Sun Piece
As Helios began to rise
Fat woman rose to feet,
Shuffled out for air:
Fiddledy fie for the trains of thought
Of people listening there.
'Well thought, ' thought I,
'to leave the theatre now-
though quiet rise disturbed;
'cause if she'd left it till the sun
was higher in the sky,
she might have fallen in a faint-
whole auditorium perturbed! '
Then, as the sun began to set,
As she set down in her seat,
Ungummed from mama's oozing teat,
Arose the song of baby son-
Dread herald of the treat to come
In Tchaikovsky
Piano Concerto
Number One.
Inspired in Greece the 15 minute piece 'Helios' begins with a quiet build-up to the rising of the sun, gets more agitated as day progresses, then returns to quiet after a spectacular sunset.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Defending Visions
Maneuvering my way through the BS,
Without letting too much of mine rub off!
Gotta keep this intact until I find a way,
To pack it up and leave it alone.
I've adjusted enough to misfits and budget cuts,
To watch deficits slide to raise my taxes sky high.
Definitions of equality need to be omitted or revamped.
Nothing stands for what it meant,
And in the meaning it's clearly misunderstood.
There's no comprehension of intentions to mention.
And recycled events to tense matters between races...
Makes no sense.
Especially when borders and fences are protected
At the expense of neglecting our own needs,
Denied...rejected.
OR outsourced to the highest bidder!
And I'm told I am bitter
Because these facts are observed?
I can't be the only one who believes this is absurd!
Maneuvering my way through the BS,
Without letting too much of mine rub off!
Gotta keep this intact until I find a way,
To pack it up and leave it alone.
The only thing that makes sense,
Is to pretend I have none!
And find a quiet place to hide...
To ride this crest of surging BS!
Sneaking peeks I do at those exhausted,
From a game of fulltime pretention!
How they can maintain their stamina,
Defending visions of lives not lived...
Is as stunning as witnessing Niagra Falls!
And yet wished that all of this,
Could fit into the Grand Canyon to look down upon.
Knowing that when the sunset arrives...
This visit will disappear soon before my eyes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morning Rain
Unscrew your face from the laptop screen,
See the people, the places in your, magazine,
They're a bigheaded bunch, d'ya know what I mean,
Someone made them out of plastercine,
Chorus
I'm the morning rain,
It's me again, I wont go away,
I'm the morning rain,
It's me again, I wont, go, a, way.
Come down off your barbed wire fence,
What you're saying sounds stupid, makes know sense,
It may be used later in your defence,
It may be used later as, evidence for the
Chorus
Undo your head from the sink plug chain,
Unscrew the cheap wine, and drink like a drain,
You may never want to waltz again,
You may never want to walk away from the
Chorus
Pack your bags, your rooms for let,
They're putting up the barricades and laying off all bets,
I've never seen so many people, smoke so many cigarettes,
Pack your bags now, your room for rent.....
Chorus
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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It makes sense
When controversy surrounds
and things blow out of proportion
remember,
that tranquility still makes sense
When tension surrounds
and mind gets exhausted
remember,
that patience still makes sense
When mystery surrounds
and logic takes a backseat
remember,
that reality still makes sense
When laughter surrounds
and the vox gets too loud
remember,
that silence still makes sense
When darkness surrounds
and the heart gets out of rhythm
remember,
that hope still makes sense
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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You've Been Booted So Scoot
Mismatchd mates fight.
In arguments..
Over who did what wrong.
Inspite of who is right.
And which one makes more sense...
To convince the one incensed!
Both are stubborn infidels,
Yelling to end a relationship...
That has been sitting precariously,
On a dubious fence.
While anyone listening in on this,
Wishes they both shut up.
And seal their lips.
Instead of making loud noises.
And breaking up stuff in fits.
Anyone listening to this nonsense sits down.
Or creeps to the wall without making a sound.
To hear very carefully...
With hopes the floor doesn't creek.
As they tip toe around...
To get their ears close as possible,
To what is near...
And going down!
'I saw you cheating on me,
With that home wrecker living across the street.
If you believe that sleaze is better...
You can get up from here and leave.'
~You aint my momma or my poppa.
Stop trying to control everything I do.
I'm not the one pleasured in midnight specials.
The dogs and cats know that rat is you! ~
*ooo...ssshhh.
This is juicy.*
~You don't have the authority,
To tell me what I can't do.
I will do what I please!
Your booty aint that good to screw! ~
*Lawd!
Now YOU know...
When the booty aint right,
That starts a fight.
ooo...this is juicy*
~If anyone here is going to get up and leave...
You're the one that's going to do it.
And if you don't,
I'll call the police.
And when they arrive...
I'll lie to say you've been hitting on me.~
*Lie-uh! *
~Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
Pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot.
There is nothing to revisit.
And there is nothing to renew.
You and and I are finished...
And that door you're going through!
So pack.
Your.
Bags...
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
Pack your bags!
I've had it.
You've been booted,
So scoot!
You don't have to bother,
To put on your shoes.
Just pack your bags.
I've had it.
Get up and get out.
You've been booted,
So scoot! ~
*Don't you dare!
I wont get this excitement anywhere.*
**Horace...
Will you come from over there,
And sit down!
You are worse than you say,
My nosy friends are! **
*Sssshhh...*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burst
The girl that I know that is always talking is quiet today
I noticed it this morning
Today she is bursting in to tears
I will be nice and leave her alone
She sounds upset about something
It is the weather I believe
It does strange things to people
Sometimes it maked people tired
Sometimes it makes people cold
Sometimes it makes people hot
The weather influences people's lives
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It Makes More Sense
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
It makes more sense,
To walk away than to be petty.
And it makes more sense,
To prevent a thumping headache.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Many fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
And it makes more sense,
Not to argue with a fool.
Knowing this is something done,
Fools love to do.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
And it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To chase all bitterness away.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
Yes it makes more sense,
To keep the peace with every neighbor.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'You're right' than build a hate.
Knowing that tomorrow promises another day.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart.
It makes more sense,
To leave a fight and not to start it.
And it makes more sense,
To say, 'I'm wrong'. And then depart.
What is there to gain to carry hatred in your heart?
It makes more sense,
Stopping something not to start.
Yes it makes more sense,
Not to tear things all apart.
Or bring up filthy garbage,
Knowing it is just a farce.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes it makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it.
Yes this makes more sense.
There should be no doubt about it,
That it makes more sense!
Without being convinced,
To leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life Makes No Sense
life makes no sense,
some days i wished it did,
so i wouldn't have to say,
'life sucks'
time to time,
i try and see the good,
it just how?
i mean why?
life is unfair,
i'm waiting for it,
just to get better,
but, it start to seem impossible,
life never what it seems,
people not what they seem,
life makes no sense,
it filled with ups and downs,
are we suppose to learn?
what is the message from god?
to be everything you can?
no matter how unfair he makes it?
we just have to fight to get through?
our life we suppose to live,
day after day?
because life to me,
just don't make no sense.
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Uplift
On one whole bottle "uplifting!"
There is no telling what I'll do
Run head first into traffic
A mindset of annihilation
No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
Your head now
Uplift - uplifting
Uplifting now
On hallucinogenic "uplift"
I can step out of my body
Religion is in myself
I'll split my head in two and see you twice
No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
your head now
Uplift... uplifting
Uplifting now...
Uplifting you now...
Give me alcohol extremeties
Instead of proofless christianity
Drunked up in a coma place
Critics disgusted
song performed by by Pantera from Reinventing The Steel
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Money Money Money
money makes sense
sometimes we make sense with what makes sense
money money money
makes this spin a little faster
we want to make more
and then we see what we do not want to see
gnarled conscience
whorled integrity
shrinking soul
lost self.
money money money
makes my world dimmer
makes us happy somehow
but for how long?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Run With The Pack
You never give me my money
you only give me your sympathy
cause I keep on running
there Is no way to catch up with me
I'm leaving you
don't make no fuss
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you try to keep me In cages
but baby you got to catch me first
you think your law Is contagious
I'll do my best you can do your worst
I'm leaving you
now who can I trust
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you can hold me now......
On my own way, running with the pack
never never looking back
keep on running, keep on running
movin on, movin on
song performed by by Bad Company
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Chris's Presence
Roll a mile in his chair
see how people stop and stare.
Stare at him for they cannot
figure him out-
he talks real softly
no need to shout.
He is a quiet stirring force
he makes people think
without a choice.
For he is a happy presence
which is a mystery-
most people who walk
-are in misery.
He makes people not take
for granted what they have
count their blessings and
don't let anything go to chance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 10,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Six Pack Girls
Gonna find some girls tonight
My friday night has washed away
Beer bong has me wandering around
The girls that look like drugs and alcohol
Six pack girls,
Six pack girls
Six pack girls
Six pack
So you pick her up and you bring her home
And you think about it for a while
Wake up the next morning and sure enough
Its not two girls!
Version 2
Go to work, and then go to bed your friday night,
Has washed away your bummed out,
About your work cause youve already put in,
Your thousand hours theyre all
Six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Six pack
So you pick her up,
And you bring her home
You take her out,
And thats all youre alone,
And you want it sure
Enough your, stuck with her theyre all
Six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Six pack
song performed by by NOFX
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I don't think that people accept the fact that life doesn't make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable. It seems like religion and myth were invented against that, trying to make sense out of it.
quote by David Lynch
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Chris's Presence
Roll a mile in his chair
see how people stop and stare.
Stare at him for they cannot
figure him out-
he talks real softly
no need to shout.
He is a quiet stirring force
he makes people think
without a choice.
For he is a happy presence
which is a mystery-
most people who walk
-are in misery.
He makes people not take
for granted what they have
count their blessings and
don't let anything go to chance.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 10,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I'm Bound To Pack It Up
Ive thought about it for a while
and Ive thought about the many miles
but I think its time that Ive gone away
the feelings that you have for me
have gone away its plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Ive found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that Im gonna stay
there are so many things you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but its hard to think of just what to say
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Im sorry to leave you all alone
youre sitting silent by the phone
but wed always known there would come a day
the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride in it
I guess Im just another running away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
song performed by by White Stripes
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People Say...
People say I'm lazy, but to me I'm just mellow
People say I'm crazy, sometimes I agree
People say I'm ugly and maybe thats the case
But since when do you judge someone by the shape or colour of their face
People say a lot of things but i don't listen anyway.
People say I'm a scruff, the way i dress is the way i feel
People say I talk crap, who cares it makes sense to me
People say i should get a job, but i couldn't hold one down
People say I'm a mess. Now i do agree there
But I am who I am.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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