Be able to hiccup silently, or at least without alerting neighbors to your situation. The first hiccup is an exception.
quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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Hiccup
Chorus:
Why everytime I try to tell you how it feel
It's like a hiccup-cup come and it won't come-come
Soon as I think I'm bout to share my lovin
That's when the hiccup's comin
Why everytime I try to tell you how it feel
It's like a hiccup-cup come and it won't come-come
Soon as I think I'm bout to share my lovin
That's when the hiccup's comin
You're like a cough on a rainy day
You know the kind that gives you chest pains
song performed by by Pink from Can't Take Me Home
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Have You Heard a Duck Hiccup?
Has anyone seen the elite eat beets?
Has anyone ever seen them pat their feet?
Have you ever seen them groove in seats?
Or bust a move sweating in the Summer heat?
Have you heard a duck hiccup?
Have you heard a moth cough,
Flying in a loft?
Have you seen a bison eat?
And why aren't they called Buffalo,
With hot wings?
Adam and Eve I can see in Eden.
But I can't see either one elite.
I can even see them grooving in the heat.
But I can't see them with ducks cuttin' up!
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.
Has anyone seen the elite eat beets?
Has anyone ever seen them pat their feet?
Have you heard a duck hiccup?
~Huh? ~
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.
'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~
Have you heard a duck hiccup?
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.
'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~
Have you heard a duck hiccup?
Oh. Oh.
Oh. Oooohhh-a-noooah.
'What? '
~Huh? ~
'What? '
~Huh? ~
Have you heard a duck hiccup?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picaro Poli
Click click then hiccup out the kicks
Pox mimy dis ease vixenly affixed
To the roots des les langues
Les paroles oh bien c’est mieux
Dead lg Sprache upstream of forgotten past
Lg so lively still thoughts but vieux
Into the thoughts unbearable chain
Les penses les espaces
Click click the hiccup out
Hiccup out the clicks
An old drunkard you are Picaro lol
Never really knew what to say, perhaps just
Teacher regretted having taught you to read
Sing votkalyn votkalyn votkalynka maya
Or hit the road jack out of the box
Vacant vacuum vox
Semiotic jezikoslovno Sprache
KRAH
Lol the pops in a mime?
In-
In-ex
In-ex-press
Press Picaro clicks
In-ex-res-rei-
Picaro rex d’immobility
In-ex-press-in-ability
©Mi roslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Don't Dare Mess Me Up
brown sugar and peppermint gum mixing up oh u bitter cup dont yah mess me up oh u bitter cup u heart breaker crumble batter bit a bit of frog pissah u darn croak crooked frog pissah lard large better bin here too long with your lemonade bomb juice sauteed up yup grilled it up yup broiled hiccup that cyanide stirred hiccup is tirr stirrit up yup oh u bitter cup dont yah wanna drink me up if not so never dare mess up! oh u bitter, bittah bitter cup dont dare messy messeh mess me up!
poem by Liyo Denorte
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Understating Developmental Problems
What is a research development
minor systems hiccup
in a technological age
of competitive corporate funding?
Minor systems hiccup a word play
is the catch cry of many contemporary
technological research development
programmes with stuck clutch major
development problems yet needing
corporate funding and hence
understating system failures
puns upon funds needed to proceed
in final verse paragraph decisions
succinctly isolated by implied simplicity
understating developmental problems
spacial distance between concise beginning
ending research data flux implications
revealed in developing complexity
until most complex obstacles can be
overcome circumvented temporarily
in artful maneuvering preventing
premature foreclosure by enemy
bean counters playing with abacus
in age interdimentional break through
poem by Terence George Craddock
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While you are still active...
Life is not eternal,
While you are still active...,
Before
The long sigh of hiccup arises
frequently before a person die
- due to paralysis of tongue -
unable to speak and convey,
Raise to the occasion,
DO VIRTUOUS DEEDS to the humanity!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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The Intermixing
The gout of the mind is to intermix,
Gormandizing and realistically the feathers.
Homer sees in his eye the real food,
And writes as a poet who is blind.
The steady office of many are like the ears
Of the people, and the sight is from the eyes.
On this independent day I came with wending
And weaving angering the world with its woe.
Interrupt me never, never hiccup or wallop me,
For the scallops of your mind are brewing.
This is corrupt of your worship of my soul,
For the gallops render me false.
poem by Naveed Akram
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These Are Our Neighbors
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Knockingdownwhatcanbefoundtogetnothin gdone.
Takingoutofcontextwithawishfailurecomes!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithm orelies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindis guise.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes...
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Offered are no alternatives.
But complaints are voiced and heard.
Suggestions they have none.
But they come with venom,
On their tongues.
Exposing the teeth of wolves...
Seeking tender meat,
To consume and run!
Pickinguptheirtelephonestogossipwithmorel ies.
Hopingwhatissaidwillkeepthetruthindisguis e.
To keep deceit and defeat on the rise!
And these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
Yes these are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
And these are our neighbors...
Every one.
These are my neighbors.
These are your neighbors.
These are our neighbors...
Every one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Practice
Apron, Shuttlecock and Feather
a group practice in Cheddar
whose aim was to make your teeth feel much better.
Apron was always the popular one,
she'd wear short white skirts
that showed off her bum.
Shuttlecocks wit made his patients all chuckle,
they'd giggle and wriggle,
hiccup and splutter.
Feather was wacky, he smoked old tobacci,
with hands like two planks
and a wild mustache.
He'd not numb you up, but a whiff of his puff
would make you lie back
and not give a - - - - toss.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Wars Being Waged In My Head
The black death has got too me.
Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash.
Such aghast.
I think way to fast.
My decisions aren't so well thought out.
There more of a slip a tongue.
I accidentally say what should be played.
This is my life.
And its in such a disarray.
It's like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places.
Shuffle them up.
Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head.
Some days I want to listen to whats being said.
But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles.
The coffee in the kettle is always best served black.
Do I lack the proper tact.
Is it a wait and see game?
I wish I could forget all the names.
Whose really to blame?
I got it pushed upon me, don't you see.
I guess you cant win when the shades are too black.
I think its time to write a new contract.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Full stops and commas
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the middle of a rain storm or a lovely cup of tea.
Some are marked as commas, some as asterisks
I bet you've had some commas, take stock and think a bit.
A colon is a long pause for something that I treasure
such as a special friend, although it's hard to measure.
Apostrophe's a hiccup for something that I've missed
and if it's you I'm sorry, for sometimes I'm remiss.
Full stops are very sad for that's when someone dies
and though we know it happens, it startles hearts and minds.
That's when my heart stops beating for just a tick or tock,
I stumble and I falter, a colon stops the clock.
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the pausing of the traffic or the falling of a leaf.
Without some punctuation life's meaning would be less,
you may give this some thought, (in brackets would be best)
poem by Ruth Walters
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Without Exception
You wanna get close,
So you can set me up?
Well don't do it.
I've been through it.
So don't do it.
You wanna pretend,
We're friends until the very end...
Well don't don't it.
I've been through it.
So don't do it.
You see...
My eyes are open so wide,
They can see...
A deception!
Without exception.
And...
I am not that blind,
Not to see you from behind...
With a deception!
You're no exception.
You wanna play games,
To entertain then frame...
Well,
Don't do it.
I've been through it.
So don't do it.
You see...
My eyes are open so wide,
They can see...
A deception!
Without exception.
And...
I am not that blind,
Not to see you from behind...
With a deception!
You are no exception,
To accept.
You wanna get close,
So you can set me up?
Well don't do it.
I've been through it.
So don't do it.
There's nothing to prove.
You wanna pretend,
We're friends until the very end...
Well don't don't it.
I've been through it.
So don't do it.
You see...
My eyes are open so wide,
They can see...
A deception!
Without exception.
My eyes can see,
A deception!
Without exception.
My eyes can see,
A deception!
Without exception.
Listen to me.
My eyes can see,
A deception!
There's no exception.
Listen to me.
My eyes can see,
A deception!
There's no exception.
My eyes can see,
A deception!
Without exception.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My First Day At School(***A Real Experience***)
Oh, it came so fast like a speedy train,
in the month of heavy rain,
when the birds of joy just flew away,
and my heartbeat rose up each day.
the vacations were over and,
there was no more time to play in sand,
but of course you know what that was,
it was my school reopening day as it is.
That day morn when I woke up,
thought if i had a ever or hiccup,
lazy and unwilling, of course, of huss,
made it to the waiting bus.
As the speed of bus went high,
i sank back to the seat with a sigh,
at last whe i walked down to school,
i never knew to use what tool.
As my school came closer,
I became more more dozer,
but wait! now that at school i was,
noone knows the tension a girl has.
When i stepped in to my class,
My courage broke like a breaking glass,
but when i found out i wasn't alone,
and found news friends to adorn,
for first school became a heaven!
* when i was going on to my 5th class to a new school. of course i made a lot of friends and my shyness left me and i am now first at school
poem by Anjana Asok
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Memories (two)
memories (this poem with salema in collaboration)
The sweet breeze of your words hit
the wall of my heart, some are soft
and some are hard, soft are those still
I remember, hard ones are sent to
fetch some soothing water your velvety
smell with that of the angel works like
a balm on the wounds of the moment
throwing sadness to the salty ocean,
the freshness of your departure burns
me like a missile, I hiccup with
the drink of your guerilla smile, the
parody presence of you in the memory
of mine is a massacre of my mediocre
sense, so I faint and go deep to the
unconsciousness to crash the beauty
of my life in the put out light I explode
darkness to crumble all the weapons
of amazing love violence, I rise again
to my senses to water and to embrace
the iron tree of your remembrance.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Grant Us Peace, Father of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael
Grant us peace,
that we may not oppress our neighbors
Grant us justice,
that we may not enslave our neighbors
Grant us sanity,
that we may not torture our neighbors
Grant us mercy,
that we may not murder our neighbors
Grant us conscience
that we may not expel our neighbors
Grant us love,
that we may hunger for truth
Grant us discernment
that we may know what is ours, and what is not
Grant us decency
that we may return what we stole
Grant us courage
that we may admit what we’ve done
Give us strength to atone.
Ask only
that we end our silence.
I'm Coming To Get You
Take a good look at me
Do you like what you see
Am I mystery
Or do you remember me
I've come to win the game
I've come to make my claim
You'll take me home again
You're gonna remember me
You held me in your arms
You kept me safe and warm
You wrapped me up in charm
Then we said goodbye
Now I'm coming to get you
And you'd better believe me when I Say that
I'm not gonna let you go
'Cos the moment that we met I knew that that was that boy
From my point of view
I still imagine you
So fresh, so totally cool
I've got a good memory me
I can't forget that smile
You and your sense of style
I've traveled miles and miles
So you're gonna remember me
Oh you could say we failed
A hiccup in our tale
But that ship never sailed
When we said goodbye
So I'm coming to get you
And you'd better believe me when I Say that
I'm not gonna let you go
'Cos the moment that we met I knew that that was that boy
So hold me in your arms
and keep me safe and warm
Just wrap me up in charm
Never say goodbye
'Cos I'm coming to get you
And you'd better believe me when I Say that
I'm not gonna let you go
'Cos the moment that we met I knew that that was that boy
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Silently
Silently waiting
for that first kiss,
silently wishing
that cupid won't miss.
Silently pleading
that you won't leave me,
silently hoping
for you to see
that you belong
completely to me.
poem by Faith Franklin
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Onomatopoeia
Onomatopoeia every time I see ya
My senses tell me hubba
And I just cant disagree
I get a feeling in my heart that I cant describe
Its sort of lub, dub, lub, dub
A sound in my head that I cant describe
Its sort of zoom, zip, hiccup, drip
Ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack
Onomatopoeia in proximity ya
Rearrange my brain in a strange cacophony
I get a feeling somewhere that I cant describe
Its sort of uh, uh, uh, uh
A sound in my head that I cant describe
Its sort of whack, whir, wheeze, whine
Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape
Clink, clank, clunk, clatter
Crash, bang, beep, buzz
Ring, rip, roar, retch
Twang, toot, tinkle, thud
Pop, plop, plunk, pow
Snort, snuk, sniff, smack
Screech, splash, squish, squeek
Jingle, rattle, squeel, boing
Honk, hoot, hack, belch
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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There is something that falls short of perfection in every book, without exception, something influenced by the age, even something ridiculous; just like everyone, without exception, has weaknesses.
quote by Josef Skvorecky
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