Dylan talked copiously, then stopped. 'Somebody's boring me,' he said, 'I think it's me.'
quote by Dylan Thomas
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Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
quote by Dylan Thomas
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Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
quote by Dylan Thomas
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Boring Lonely Day
What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?
I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.
The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.
Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.
Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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From my close observation of writers... they fall into two groups: 1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and 2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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It's not name dropping, but not many people can say, like me, that they spent the day with the likes of Francis Bacon or that boring drunk Dylan Thomas. You don't forget things like that.
quote by Jeffrey Bernard
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If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.
Things in vague
Mind is talked about but not located.
Heart is talked about but not ascertained.
Ghosts are talked about but not captured.
God is talked about but in ‘faith' bracket.
We find it delightful to talk about
Things about which we are not certain.
14.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Eagle wasn't always the Eagle. The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker. Yucatangee talked and talked. It talked so much it heard only itself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf. The Raven came and said The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you'll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you'll fly. So he stopped talking. And became its nature, the Eagle. The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.
quote by Robin Green
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If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.
Cadillac Pussy
I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in baton rouge
A mean little missy with a attitude
I played it smooth
No need to be rude
I stopped the ship
Stepped off like chewie..
Ran some game like Louie Louie
Talked her on the bus
Talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, I'm here 2 report
She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Man it would drive you wild
song performed by by Kid Rock
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With each other
(after T.T. Cloete)
Together we enjoyed evenings
in each other's company, dined out,
at times we talked and sometimes were silent;
for months we knew about our love,
we visited and drove around,
shared poems, stories and memories,
at times we only stayed peacefully at home,
we knew that love can never be boring
and we talked almost right through nights,
we went to church in suits and ties and coats,
we embraced every time that we got together,
even in rain showers and in muddy patches
while we were becoming much more in love.
[Reference: "die welkomsomhelsing" (the welcoming embrace) by T.T. Cloete.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I want to see Bob Dylan do sketch comedy. I'm a huge Bob Dylan fan.
quote by Bradley Whitford
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Talked Me Into It
I'll stand and hold onto
everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it
You have the key to my mind
I melt in front of you
You turn me on without trying
You talked me into it
And I let you, at that time
I could have believed
anything you said
You ignored me before that night
but I was desperate for your attention
If I was psychic,
woulda wished for anything but you
You talked me into it
Into everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it
Wondered if you knew I existed
I was enchanted with you
Never felt more forgotten
I'm stubborn, but you laughed
Said, I'll never leave you in the rain
I took your word, let you
Talk me into it
You're the only one that has
enough of me to love
and wish
You talked me into it
Banished me to the back of your mind
after all these years
Never felt more forgotten
I'm stubborn, but
I remember that night
When you talked me into it
But I stood and held onto
everything I wished for
I'm stubborn, but you talked me into it
Cadillac Pussy (feat. Hank Williams Jr.)
(feat. Hank Williams, Jr.)
I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When i was on tour in baton rouge
A mean little missy with a attitude
I played it smooth
No need to be rude
I stopped the ship
Stepped off like chewie..
Ran some game like louie louie
Talked her on the bus
Talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, im here 2 report
She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Man it would drive you wild
song performed by by Kid Rock
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Can It Be Stopped
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can it be dropped.
Can it be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose.
Hoodwinkers out to dupe too!
And...
Can they be stooped.
Crooked people after loot,
Proving they can low stoop.
But...
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can they be stopped.
Hoodwinkers on the loose,
Stooping low as they choose.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
Can they can they dropp it.
Can it,
Be stopped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps to Basho the twins are boring
He himself does not want
To be imitated
Too boring like
A melon cut into half
Mirroring each other
Aren’t these twins
Boring?
Or Basho was just envious
He may be a poet of his age
But his poems never bore
Him a son
Or a mirror of his own face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Never The Best In Anything
I AM NEVER THE BEST IN ANYTHING
I am never the best in anything
Sometimes I am second best
Often I am just mediocre.
A second son
I am never more than second
In all I do.
As I write this poem
I think of many
More rich in metaphor
More wise in complex rhyme
More dazzling in vocabulary
Deeper in Beauty and Meaning
Than me.
Second best, mediocre
Maybe worse
The poet of endless literal complaints
About his own poetry.
Boring boring boring
Second best
Second rate
Not great.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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To a Dead Poet
I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you--
"'Twas here he sat; 'twas this he said!
'Twas that he used to do.
"Here is the book wherein he read,
The room wherein he dwelt;
And he" (they said) "was such a man,
Such things he thought and felt."
I sat and sat, I did not stir;
They talked and talked away.
I was as mute as any stone,
I had no word to say.
They talked and talked; like to a stone
My heart grew in my breast--
I, who had never seen your face
Perhaps I knew you best.
Poetry
Why is poetry so boring?
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
Why is poetry so boring?
Some thing it's the art,
But it's an art how?
Poetry comes from the heart,
No wonder boys frown.
Some this it's the words,
With their displeasure,
They are like sour milk curds,
Which are too big to measure.
Poetry is boring,
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
That's why poetry is boring.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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