My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.
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Prescription: Love
I been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when people cant get love
They substitute it with a bunch of drugs
If love was a drug that was real cheap
Everybody could get some sleep
I been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when love dont get to far
They buy a real expensive car
If love was a car that was real cheap
Everybody would drive a jeep
Lets give love the marketing scam
Lets give love the marketing scam
Make it something they can understand
Lets give love the marketing scam
Lets give love the marketing scam
And get on with it
Ive been wandering for quite a while
When it seems like love is all around
Seems when people dont have nobody
They spend their time makin lots of money
If love was money and it was cheap
Everybody could get some sleep
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Scam
Written by jay kay, stuart zender and toby smith
You say you fight to give us freedom
But often more than not this is abused
And the faces of a tired generation
Have decided they are sick of being used
For the purpose of current declarations
Still the same, it will never change until the end
Is to buy the appreciation of the nation
To cover the mistakes you must defend
And you say there will be a chance for eveyone
To protest against your calculated greed
But I can see into the future
Wont be long before the welfare
Send me letters telling me how much they need
And its not been in my interest to please them
For the only interest rate to fall is mine
See a brand new generation is demanding
What youve been doing with our money all this time
Scam, people try to live at the speed of light
Scam, dont know why but Ive got to do the things I do
Scam, give me ten, thats the move I give you five
Scam, people say its the way to stay alive
So you see you have to be a schemer
If you wanna love the life you have to live
And I dont matter how much I earn
Cos I always get my fingers burned
When the man gets down to his business
And Ive been searching for a reason
Why I have to give it all up just I want to get ahead
See I had to lose car, job, wife, dog and home
Debts and threats on the phone
Maybe I should bust a move instead
Now we all know when we watch television
Not confused between a puppet or conviction
Glued to the screen by a thousand shallow words of wisdom
It aint what it seems when its a single sided system
Someones got to hold on my living
So Im gonna have to do the thing thats fair
They got to justify for what I should be giving
Should I lie, should I steal or should I care
Cos now Ive got to scam!
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Beware The Scam
Beware the scam my friends
Beware the scam
The one where you are
Asked 'support an orphanage'
Even through the medium
Of poetry beware the scam
There are ways and means these days
To ignite a sham
We have to learn to reap
Reap what we sow
Not expect handouts
From anyone although
Temptation prays at
Heaven's golden page
Beware the scam my friends
Hold still your gaze
poem by Harriet James
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Let's Talk About War
Let’s talk about war
We’ll discuss Tennyson
And Brooke
Owen
And Sassoon
How simple life seems
When the sun blazes
The girls are wearing skirts and sunglasses
The scent of summer in the air
We’ll talk about the different wars
And the poets who fought with pens
A distraction occurs in the form
Of a woodpecker
Beating away at a drainpipe
April names it Woodpecker
April names it Pecky
It’s hard to think, miles away,
Men and boys are cut down
In their prime
Blown to bits
As they stand, straight and tall.
How ironic
That we’re talking about war
While outside
A tiny feathered machine gun patters away.
poem by Rebecca Kate Summers
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Home Thoughts from Abroad
April in England–daffodils are growing
By every wayside, golden, tall and fair;
April–and all the little winds are blowing
The scents of springtime through the sunny air.
April in England–God, that we were there!
April in England–and her sons are lying
On these red fields, and dreaming of her shore;
April–we hear the thrushes' songs replying
Each unto each, above the cannons' roar;
April in England–shall we see it more?
April in England–there's the cuckoo calling
Down in her meadows where the cowslip gleams;
April–and little showers are softly falling,
Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams;
April in England–how the shrapnel screams!
April in England–blood and dust and smother,
Screaming of horses, men in agony.
April–full many of thy sons, O Mother,
Never again those dewy dawns shall see.
April in England–God, keep England free!
poem by Norah M. Holland
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Always Marry An April Girl
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Young William And Young April
Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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It is the greatest scam in history. I am amazed, appalled and highly offended by it. Global Warming; It is a scam. Some dastardly scientists with environmental and political motives manipulated long term scientific data to create an illusion of rapid global warming.
quote by John Coleman
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She died in April
She died in April
Struck by a car
As all around the snows lay melting
And the first blooms came to life
I hurried home
To grieve and console
And there she lay
Still and Warm in the noonday sun
My hand resting gently upon her
As the world stood still
We counted over thirty names
That hovered
As the earth held her close
And
In the wake of her passing
Each Spread outward into our hearts
To check that she was still alive
We are each too stubborn to say goodbye
So instead
We give a part of ourselves
A hope, a song, a long embrace
For our parallel journey
She died in April
Struck by a car
Our beloved friend
In full view of the universe
APRIL and a FOOL
APRIL and a FOOL
April’s Fool day
Preceded her
April Fool’s day
by just one “fool”;
ME
That day before
I had a Life,
the next day
I had a wife;
SHE.
As April’s Fool
on April One
I said we do
and thus began
the fun.
Smiling impatiently
The Fools of April One,
‘SHE’ and ‘ME’
Became a
‘WE’ …
April Fool …
I’m single still!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rhey W. Hedges, April 1,2007
poem by Rhey W. Hedges
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I’m Divine
You yelled at me
and called me names,
that’s o.k. I’m still the same,
See I haven’t changed.
for I am divine,
and ageless through
the end of time.
So call me names till
your blue in the face,
I will have left
this planet
a better place,
and you might
be filled with disgrace.
Written on April 10,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Faces & Names
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause trouble for me
Faces and names
If we all looked the same and we all had the same name
I wouldnt be jealous of you or you jealous of me
Faces and names
I always fall in love with someone who looks
The way I wish that I could be
Im always staring at someone who hurts
And the one they hurt is me
Faces and names, to me theyre all the same
If I looked like you and you looked like me
Thered be less trouble you see
Faces and names, I wish theyd go away
Id disappear into that wall and never talk
Talk, not talk
I wish I was a robot or a machine
Without a feeling or a thought
People who want to meet the name I have
Are always disappointed when they meet me
Faces and names, I wish they were the same
Faces and names only cause problems for me
Faces and names
Id rather be a hole in the wall
Looking out on the other side
Id rather look and listen, listen and not talk
To faces and names
If I had a breakdown when I was a kid
I lost my hair when I was young
If you dress older when youre not
As your really age you look the same
If we all looked the same, we wouldnt play these games
Me dressing for you and you dressing for me
Undressing for me
Faces and names, if they all were the same
You wouldnt be jealous of me or me jealous of you
Me jealous of you, me jealous of you
Your face and your name
Your face and your name
Faces and names
Faces and names
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April 2031
They say the sky used to be blue
I don't quite believe it.
It's probably always been
the color that it is.
And there were cotton candy clouds.
And birds to fly through it.
Just stories we all love to tell our kids.
So I'll close my electronic door
And keep the cold outside.
And hug my aluminium pillow so tight.
And pray the radiation
doesn't make me sick tonight.
No more sky and no more trees.
April 2031
No more oxygen to breathe.
April 2031
No more hate and no more war.
April 2031
Nothing left worth fighting for.
April 2031.
They say there used to be a wind
that wasn't caused by fans
I wonder how it would have felt in my hair
And the nuclear ring
around the moon was caused by man
if it was, then it's much too late to care
So I'll put my safety goggles on
and gaze out at the sun
as the artificial atmostphere machines
give off a constant hum
in a world that's cold and peaceful, april 2031
No more sky and no more trees.
April 2031
No more oxygen to breathe.
April 2031
No more hate and no more war.
April 2031
Nothing left worth fighting for.
April 2031.
As far back as Veitnam,
we should have learned our lesson.
But we closed our eyes
and sent our sons away.
And they told us we were winning
as they sold more ammunition.
Some were angry,
most just looked the other way.
And the night's illuminated
by the endless glowing sand
that swallowed all the oceans
and choked off all the land.
In a world beyond resuscitation
Even by God's hand
No more mountains no more sea
April 2031
No more you and no more me
April 2031
No more music no more songs
April 2031
No God left to blame it on
April 2031
No more children playing
April 2031
No more need for praying
April 2030 One
song performed by by Warrant
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Names Are Special
My names are special, extra special and more,
The need for food is increased by the age and maturity.
Names laugh and cry like certain cookery ingredients
For a rich dish, or a casserole, or a pudding.
Food is eaten from the day that was the first
To the last and final day of your period on this world.
You must accept those with surnames,
And let no snake interfere, just let no adder crawl.
The devils hide their names,
But do not and do not copy them
For your names are not hidden,
For people need you and their attention is on you.
Names are revered, and their calling is exact,
May you leave us and join the brigade of Life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Jagger has a sister
Jagger has a sister her name is Jett Ariel. We welcome you into the family. Because you are so cute and sweet.Your birthday is April 4 and not April fool.We already have Moncia who is born on April fool's day. And now I have a great niece who I will truly love. Because she came from two people who are in love. written and Posted 4/6/09
poem by Susie Sunshine
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It is essential to seek out enemy agents who have come to conduct espionage against you and to bribe them to serve you. Give them instructions and care for them. Thus doubled agents are recruited and used.
Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly
NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.
Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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On A State Of Namelessness..
he asks me to utter
his name
a la Rumpelstiltskin
for after all
it is his thinking that a name
counts
that a name solves a
problem
and that dropping names
sometimes
creates the
ripples as some people
shiver and
give in
i wonder
why God did not give his name
and address to
anyone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Since far fewer people are recruited to serve in a voluntary military, the connection between America and its military is increasingly tenuous and less personal.
quote by John McHugh
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