It would be ugly to watch people poking sticks at a caged rat. It is uglier still to watch rats poking sticks at a caged person.
quote by Jean Harris
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All People Have A Breaking Point
all people have a breaking point
of mind or body fractured stressed
although some do know it not
bodies can break in random accidents
bodies can break in undue pressures
bodies can break in life misfortunes
poking other people with sticks poke poke
standing on deceit power base pedestals
believing themselves immune to fortune fall
did their mothers never teach manners
not to poke especially poke in the eye
sad it is to watch ego poke poke patterns
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bonfire
stoke the fire!
sticks of prejudice
and hatred...
sticks of greed
and apathy.
sticks of profit
and loss....
sticks of capitalism,
and oil....
sticks of guns,
and patriotism.
sticks of sexual abuse
and addiction...
sticks of oppression,
and slavery....
stoke the fire!
build it up till
it's all gone....
maybe we'll find
...tomorrow..
in the ashes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forgive
Shoot holes in me, then you watch me as I bleed
Sticks, sticks and stones, break my bones as I speak
Leave me to burn, as I melt in my pain
Watch as I drown, in the tears we have made
Chorus: cause weve got to forgive
Weve got to forget
Things are changing at last
I hope for the best
But I dont understand, Im just a man
Im still trying to see
Love, love is hate, cant seperate how it is
Deep in a grave, cant pretend, when its real
(chorus)
See a way, move away, see a way, will I ever be saved for this, will I ever be clean
Shoot holes in me, then you watch me as I bleed
Sticks, sticks and stones, break my bones as I speak
Leave me to burn, as I melt in my pain
Watch as I drown, in the tears we have made
(rpt. chorus twice)
I wish for the best, I wish for the best
Cause Ive got to forgive,
Weve got to forget.
song performed by by Feeder
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I guess there's a certain amount of poking fun at certain characters, but that's because there is something amusing about them or about the way they behave, so I guess you can say that that's poking fun at the character. But the character is your own invention, so who cares?
A Beautiful Bird That Cannot Escape From The Cage
there is a beautiful bird caged in my house
its flumes are red
its beak of course is black
its claws neat and clean
and cannot scratch
its eyes blank
its feathers dull
(perhaps she is bored to death
but she is still that beautiful bird caged in the heart
of my house)
when she sings
usually in the night before everyone sleeps
everyone hears
what sadness lies in the heart of its
throat
i know that it wants to escape from the cage in the heart of the house
but someone more cruel
wants it caged
forever
there is a beautiful red bird caged in my heart
i want it set free
she understands it well
she wants to be free
i know it too well
but things will just be what it is
there is nothing we can do
she is the beautiful red feathered bird caged
and shall never be free
like the stairs, like the walls, like the beams like the stars
shall this red bird be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Caged Bird Cries...
i do not know why a caged bird sings?
or shall it sing when caged?
or shall it cry instead?
i know cages, and i have met some birds,
i have seen birds on cages
and i have heard them sing on trees
i have listened them when caged
it is not a song, but a cry,
it is not a dance, but a struggle,
it is not a poem, but the saddest prose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kid A
I slipped away
I slipped on a little white lie
We got heads on sticks
You got ventriloquists
We got heads on sticks
You got ventriloquists
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed (x4)
Rats and children follow me out of town
Rats and children follow me out of town
Come on kids...
song performed by by Radiohead
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From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation
And its 1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend
Are you looking for a clean escape
Whats left when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile
Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat
Yeah now heres a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now theres nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion
Dont you lose what you have found
Im talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
Were all born in the devils scorn
They want to see you die
Im asking you are you true
Everything they say is a lie
Its a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
(were all born)
Its a lie now
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
Its a lie now
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Why We Fight pt 1 (Lock and Load)
You’ve walked out the garden and watched your hands go
From picking up berries to picking up ammo
The same sticks and twigs that build up your village
Fight off the conquers and plunders and pillage//
-Stones and sticks and sticks and stones
Gather them up to protect your home
And when needed use them on some bones
Lay them all down to outline your zone
Raise them and burn them on your throne
Monsters can’t outrun the sticks and stones-
Sharpen your spears to take down your dinner
You and the beast can’t both be the winner
It’s about time you got out of this slump
Load up your brains to outsmart the hunt
poem by P.R. Prosper
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We don't want other people poking into our artistic pie.
quote by Neville Marriner
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I like poking my nose into other people's lives.
quote by Helen Garner
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Kid A (Radiohead Cover)
KID A
I slipped away
I slipped on a little white lie
We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists
We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Rats and children follow me out of town
Rats and children follow me out of their homes
Come on kids...
song performed by by John Mayer
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Superman Can't Walk
You call yourself a Lois Lane, and you're in pain, and I'm insane
You don't want my help, you don't need my help
I watch you fall down from the sky, I'll just sigh
Who is gonna save you
Yeah I've heard the talk
Superman can't walk
Who is gonna save you, when your Superman can't walk
I saw him just the other day, in physical therapy
Sitting in a wheelchair, you know I had to stare
And all your friends they think I'm sick, they think that I'm insensitive
They don't like the fun I'm poking, don't they know I'm only joking
Yeah I've heard the talk
Superman can't walk
Who is gonna save you, when your Superman can't walk
Call me what you will....I'm Dr. Evil
Call me what you want, but Superman can't walk
And all your friends they think I'm sick, they think that I'm insensitive
They don't like the fun I'm poking, don't they know I'm only joking
Yeah I've heard the talk
Superman can't walk
Who is gonna save you, when your Superman can't walk
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Needless to Say
I invited some folks to watch
While they did what they did.
So as not to give my biased opinion!
They thought I exaggerated.
And were amazed people this crazed
Were not caged...
With no admission fees charged!
I told them a fortune could be made.
I like the spontaneity of live theater.
But they had their sights on movie rights.
And needless to say...
Another brilliant concept goes down the drain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cage
you broke the bread
we drank the wine
your lip was bleedin' but it was fine
come on inside babe
across the line
i love you more than i
but then this bird just flew away
she was never meant to stay
oh to keep her caged would just delay the spring
you broke your word
now that's a lie
we had a deal that you would try
come on inside girl
i think it's time
high time we drew the line
but then this bird just flew away
while i looked the other way
oh to keep her caged would just delay the spring
you broke my soul dear
you stole the plot
you left an empty shot
there's nothing left here
cos you took the lot
an empty cage is all i've got
cos when your bird has flown away
she was never meant to stay
oh to keep her caged would just delay the spring
to keep her caged would just delay the spring
song performed by by Travis from The Invisible Band
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Caged Bird
Right now I feel like a bird
Caged without a key
Everyone comes to stare at me
With so much joy and rivalry
They din't know how I feel inside
Through my smile I cry
They don't know what they're doin' to me
Keeping me from flyin'
That's why I say that
I know why the caged bird sings
Only joy comes from song
She's so rare and beautiful to others
Why not just set her free
So she can
Fly
song performed by by Alicia Keys from Songs In A Minor
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Free My Caged Soul
please, free my caged soul
lost in waves of pain and tears
let it fly away
haiku by Marius Alexandru (May 2020)
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Gaza
There is no God in the death camps of Gaza
God has chosen to ignore the genocide
There are no NEWS cameras of the big three
None speak disparaging remarks
against the holy state of Israel
In the center of Gaza is the army of the beast
against people ravaged by scarcity, hunger and thirst
and missiles made of match sticks
Caged in the bordered land of Gaza
captives of the Chosen Few
“Show me the Devil “ Tzipi says
They had open hands to show them
“Then show me your cards”
“We will beat you every time “ she adds
“We will beat you down like
Germany beat us, without considering humanity”.
“Like it says, we’re the chosen people”
She laid down the flush
Of raw sewage and blood
Of screaming babies, motherless and lost
“No one will see this “she says
“You are invisible to the world”.
poem by George Murdock
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Plagiarism
Peel back the skin
To expose freshly cooked meat.
Take your knife to the flesh,
Press it in,
Make an incision,
Slicing the muscle open
And chopping it to bits.
Pick up your fork
And gently slam it through the thin dermis,
Poking holes in the slowly rotting carcass.
Watch the oils ooze out
From underneath,
And watch the salt crystals
Dissolve in the fatty acids.
Pull the meat up
Above your plate
And let it drip grease—
One last corpse's sweat—
And let it hang in the luke-warm,
Living room air.
It cools—steam still lifting
From the dangling, truncated chunk.
Then you'll toss it in your mouth
To chew it up and spit it out.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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