I rant, therefore I am.
quote by Dennis Miller
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rants
RHYME RANT ON PROSE RANTS
Prose which with capitals would rant
against pet hate, for favoured cause
is often filled with fatal flaws,
or pays attention far too scant
to harmony, stays ignorant
of rhythm which enhances, draws
skein polychrome. Its pointed jaws
restrict free scope increasing cant,
seldom perceived as elegant.
True poet purity implores
to etch, to sketch, to open doors
upon perspective which prose [r]ant
encounters rarely where it roams
on well trod trails of barren tomes.
3 December 2007
robi03_1688_robi03_0000 SXX_IXX
Rhyme Rant on Prose Rant poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ad Sylonem. Ep. 104.
AD SYLONEM. EP. 104.
Aut sodes mihi redde decem sestertia, Sylo,
Deindo esto quam vis saevus et indomitus;
Aut si te nummi delectant, desine, quaeso,
Leno esse, atque idem saevus et indomitus.
ENGLISHED.
Sylo, pray pay me my ten sesterces,
Then rant and roar as much as you shall please;
Or if that mony takes [you,] pray, give ore
To be a pimp, or else to rant and roar.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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You'll Be The Death Of Me - A Mother's Rant
If I rant, if I rave
It is from love, at you I rage
It is my maddening heart's desire
To see you through, to lift you higher
To lead you to a better place
Where life's fulfillment, be your grace
A wish for future days to hold
A haven safe, within God's fold
Reared by tongue, trained by switch
Neither left you in a hitch
Scrambling for a crumb to eat
Or too weak to pull you to your feet
Though our desires may not agree
There's no more precious gift to me
Than to see you grow into a man
As I know then, you'll understand
Why I rant, why I rave
The prelude to an early grave
But someday in your future life
You'll find a home and take a wife
Then at last, your eyes will see
What a parent is meant to be
You'll look into your children's eyes
And comprehend, my demise
poem by Leria Hawkins
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What's Cooking?
Simmering on life's back burner
I have observed you coming to a full boil
Bubbling with heat...
Rage does have it's way with you
Your hardened arteries struggling with change
Senile rage overcomes you...
As you try again and again to get your point across!
You are a direct contradiction you know
'Movie stars are trash' (but not Eastwood) !
There is no way to turn your burner off
Though we'd love to;
You always arriving un-invited
Slinking through the back door
Elderly spy that you are
Teeming with red heat
Obviously not knowing any better
Never seeing the light
Or just not caring;
You boil on rant after rant...
One minute praising God
The next-a hate filled steamroller of discontent
Blazing impressions from your tirades-now engraved-
It's no wonder Letia said you were NOT a nice man...
September 1,2012
By: Theodora Onken
poem by Theodora Onken
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How The Cookie Crumbles
I rant and rave
at my only welcome
being
the gaping
grave.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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A Woman with no name
I see her fly up high in the blue skies
From afar I see her stand near by
She is ugly
She holds her head up high
She is pretty
She holds her head up high
She is rich
She holds her head up high
She is poor
She holds her head up high
She is stupid
She holds her head up high
She is intelligent
She holds her head up high
There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
She is a friend, a sister, a mother and a lover
She is a teacher, rocker, a stalker and a comforter
She is a worker, politician and a prostitute
She is everything from complex to minute
A killer in your very mist
been fed sick pills
sent out to the road to kill
She is an instiller of the truth
when you feast demanding your manners
Her favorite breakfast banner
You look at me in disbelief and shock
As if you've just been hit with a rock
Where is your luck?
You look at me in shock
The truth is bitter
Does not only shock but sucks
There she flies
A woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
She is the one you tried to dismiss
In your bed with a single kiss
You did not listen
She was only seeking justice
She is the mother of your children
Producing grown up women and men
I see her in your eyes
As she cries
With pain, deranged from the rain
She is the one you pretend
Is not important
Right from when you were an infant
So you rant and rant and rant
She is the one you alienate, frustrate, underrate,
and try so often to eliminate
There she stands
She stands on my shoulder
Ready to embark on a journey
She is the woman with no name
The one you tried to frame
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.com
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here, but guilt is simply God's way of letting you know that you're having too good a time.
quote by Dennis Miller
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Shout Shout
Correct me if you think that Im mistaken
I wouldnt want to overstate my case
But while Im the one bringing home the bacon
Ive got a right to be heard around this place
You seem to think that life dealt you a bad deal
On the day we both pronounced the words I do
You yell at me for hours about what bugs you
Well thats a waste of time cos I can do that too
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
Im trying my best to be your husband
And a father to our little baby girl
And Id rather rely on my own judgement
Than the vagaries and fashions of this world
If you wanted a doctor or a lawyer
You should have married one of them instead of me
Or some other guy who would ignore you
When hed make a point and you would disagree
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when doing that
And now Ill make my confessing
I love to row as much as you
But while it might be fun, in the long run
Its not going to change a thing we do
Again I make my confession
I love to row as much a you
But while it might be fun, in the long run
Its not going to change a thing we do
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
song performed by by Proclaimers
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The inability to secure a reservation drives yuppies absolutely crazy.
quote by Waiter Rant
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Stifle Rave and Rant
Some people
(who can’t be identified)
Say some things
(that can’t be verified)
That passes for news that’s
(rarified, bullied and) terrified.
Some people say
Liberals are always wrong
Past, future and present.
Some people say
They pigeonhole wrong
people like pheasant.
Some people say
“Some people say
Liberals? - unpleasant.”
Some people say
“Some people say
Liberals? - mamby pamby.”
Wrong people say
Fair and balanced
Fox News can’t be.
Some people say
Some people and
Wrong people can’t
Sit somewhere and
Talk, and stifle
Rave and rant.
Some people grind
Opinion sausage at
A shiny plant.
An elephant shows
Greater respect for
A tiny ant.
Sit somewhere and
Talk, and stifle
Rave and rant.
So couch people
Can watch decent
Fair and gallant
People get cast
By some people
As wrong. Wrong-ized.
Richard Clarke, for one
Comes to mind. Wrong
For having apologized!
[5-20-05 Berkeley, CA]
poem by David Floren
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Angels dancing on the head of a pin dissolve into nothingness at the bedside of a dying child.
quote by Waiter Rant
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My own view would be to let Saddam bluster, let him rant and rave all he wants. As long as he behaves himself within his own borders, we should not be addressing any attack or resources against him.
quote by Dick Armey
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Making Cars
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars for people....
But why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
Oh no!
And other fantasies they believe!
'Can you put that back on the assembly line?
I'd like to hear that one more time! '
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's a lot more fun for actors to cry and rant and rave, or have a drug problem or a drinking problem.
quote by Jerry Orbach
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My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual.
quote by Phyllis Diller
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Nipple To The Bottle
Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you dont get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
Youre still a baby.
Dont give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
Im still a lady,
I wont do it tonight,
I wont do it tonight,
No way baby,
I wont give in and I wont feel guilty.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
Power and wealth surrendering myself,
It aint easy,
Embarassing my store by opening up my door,
When its breezy.
You showed me your force,
Exaggerated stamina and energy,
No place for that,
No place for that,
Its not that easy.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
You aint gon get it, I aint gon give it,
You aint gon get it, I aint gon give it.
Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you dont get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
Youre still a lady.
Dont give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
Im still a lady,
I wont do it tonight,
I wont do it tonight,
No where baby,
I wont give in and I wont feel guilty.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
I aint gon give it, you aint gon get it,
If I dont give it, how you gonna get it?
I aint gon give it, you aint gon get it,
If I dont give it, how you gonna get it? (fade)
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Try and don't let me grieve
Try and don't let me grieve. Come and try to extinguish
This wild onslaught of sadness that rumbles like mercury in Torricellian void.
Madness, try and forbid me to feel, come and try!
Do not let me rant on about you! We're alone-don't be shy.
Now, extinguish it, do! Only-hotter!
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Heartless Artless Buck_How_Skip Parodies Online - after Charles Bukowski various poems
it's a lonely world
of prosaic people,
ranting as an angsty teen.
On sight scene saviour on super site screen saver.
if you have heeded simple sound parodies pun_nish_ing
in downloads
and needed to applaud
but simply couldn't bear others
carrying their ignorance down three upgrades
to unsound praise of injurious posers' - it is too much
if you have read unsightly sounds of screed punishing
in rub outs
and hesitated to applaud
and simply bared to others
carrying their texts to online amazons
open mouthed distate of furious flops. - it is much too much
'a rant's a rant', I say, 'no need to focus binoculars online
to see where membership has fallen.' Site analyis
we see it too often:
when gobbledegook sounds hollow
departure follows - self fulfiller
paces of rhyme and places to scan,
they're just not upgraded
anymore. I remember when
each 4th line was metered, and Kevin
only got his rent
when you had
an efficient search engine, and each day was clear and good and each entry was full of promise.
the measure of poetasters damned
is limited to brief moments
of comment gold.' - the measure of a ping jammed.
(23 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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In a Mans World
In groups they congregate
To quietly and openly segregate
They pick on females to discriminate
And decide on strategies to eliminate
In a mans world
The female specie is viewed as inadequate
Favouritism and sexism persistently operate
In the workplace they give her the squeeze
And unjustly tease her as they please
In a mans world
Think about this and let your thoughts linger
The only females that stand a chance
To be viewed as an individual of importance
Are those who can play Mozart with one finger!
They are role models who are bionic
With prolific skills that are super sonic
In a mans world
Most of their chosen leaders are average
Nothing special just a preferred public image
They the chosen command a higher wage
If their female counterpart does the same
It is an outrage in this machismo egoistic game
Think about this and let your thoughts linger
We rant about equal rights as preaching singers
We rant about unfair play in which we engage
We rant about us reaching a civilised age
However, how many of us within range
Actually try to impose a positive change
To turn around this unfair advantage
Think about this and let your thoughts linger
Why does she usually fight her rights in court?
The mother of all children treated as a stranger
With no support as she faces chauvinistic plots
Why do we always throw a blind eye
And silently watch her in sorrow cry
In a mans world her unchanged destiny
Is furled with little opportunities
She is under constant scrutiny
Faced with closed and open mutiny
So we have the regular aspiring bitches
Inducing pain worse than a running stitch!
In other to become famous and rich!
Which is worse, the macho pigs or the witches?
In a mans world
I have seen exemplary gentlemen but just a few
But I’m sure that information you already knew!
For they know right in their interior
The human female specie is not inferior
So let the truth be uncoiled
Is it or is it not?
Yes! It is a mans world
This is the truth on the spot!
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Experience
I’ve seen how the darkness
eases into new light.
The summer sun creases
the wan and weary night.
I know of noon’s ways,
harsh rant of glaring rays
haranguing to passion
the giddy, fevered day.
Then keen delta breezes
the painted sun consume
and send vermilion fleece
to greet the rising moon.
poem by Steven Federle
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