Johndonkey
Thus the poor ass whose appetite has ne'er
Known than the thistle any sweeter fare
Thinks all the world eats thistles. Thus the clown,
The wit and Mentor of the country town,
Grins through the collar of a horse and thinks
Others for pleasure do as he for drinks,
Though secretly, because unwilling still
In public to attest their lack of skill.
Each dunce whose life and mind all follies mar
Believes as he is all men living are
His vices theirs, their understandings his;
Naught that he knows not, all he fancies, _is_.
How odd that any mind such stuff should boast!
How natural to write it in the _Post_!
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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I Am Lonely In Mind
I AM LONELY IN MIND
I am lonely in mind
No one thinks as I do
Cares as I do
Believes as I do –
No one asks the questions I ask
And worries about the worries I worry –
I think but no one thinks with me-
I am lonely in mind
And wish I had someone
Who cares for what I care
And could think about it with me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Small Plot Of Land
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
Hes less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer cant
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
song performed by by David Bowie
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Muted Hours
Sometimes my verses
Get sentenced into a muted click
Muted mind sits sombre
Scratching the head to grey
What next
Somebody recommended dying
Meant to me the other way
And I'm fastened in the dark-lands
To escape, my tardy mind
Thinks, thinks, thinks
A shearing spark..
Outwits
I'm relieved
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Poetry The Beacon!
Beacon of literature is ever poetry only!
Greatness of literature lies in quality ideas;
Richness of language depends on poetry;
Worthiness of matter in poetry only is best!
Writing needs creative mind whatever thing is!
Novels, Short stories, Prose and Poetry are they
That enhance the richness of literature ever;
That too writing poetry makes one great sure!
Having chosen the form of poetry to write itself
Is not an easy matter as it needs skill and time
To write what one feels, thinks and conceives
In heart, mind and soul, otherwise no good at all!
Other forms of literature needs concentrated work
But poetry needs natural ability to express free all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Spoiled Girl
(simon/kunkel/payne)
When you got a pretty boy
You want a smart one
When you got a smart one
You want him pretty
When you got one whos all over you
You wish hed hold back
Then when hes being cool
You want him to attack
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
Someones there to cut her hair
Will you wear it up or down
What, no bubbles for the bath?
Send the chauffeur into town
Youll have fun tonight
Now youre gonna call him up
hi? you say Ill call you back?
He waits and waits but no such luck
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
When you want her, you cant have her
When you need her you cant find her
She is busy keeping dizzy with the business of a little
Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself
song performed by by Carly Simon
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The hunger
the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn
the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies
the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself
the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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He Got You
he got you into this art
of acting out things but not really
this harmful pretension
that which defrauds or swindles
it is just the art of mimicry
well, may be not just to entertain
but could be
also to survive
this is an art of life
imitating art and of
art imitating life oh,
this is all about disguises
the man disguising as a clown
to please the lonely kid in town
the clown in turn disguising as a man
to help another one
the man is not the clown
and the clown is not the man
no matter how convincing the
acting might be or
how perfect the imitation
the identity is never lost
they stick to their own realities
despite the perfection of their art
it is you who is lost in this labyrinth of art
your skill and instincts have failed you
utterly
you bring with you your equation
antiquated &
so inaccurate and thus defeating the quickness
of the mind with the sleigh of the hand
that the man and the clown are one.
you may be right, but i tell you you may also be wrong
well, you must cope up
simply see things as they are
not as what they seem
to be.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Party In A One Horse Town
It’s just me tonight that props the bar
Just arrived, didn’t come far
Decided on a party; had to be done
Gonna have my way, have my fun
Otherwise I’ll be feeling down
Party in a one horse town
Just me and Mr. Jukebox; party for fun
If I was the bullet she was the gun
She was the judge and I was the crime
She shot me down in my prime
The joke’s on me, I’m the clown
Party in a one horse town
I think I’ll have another just to help me sleep
Can’t leave now I’m in too deep
Funny how the wound gets bigger
Long after she pulled that trigger
The joke’s on me, I’m the clown
Here’s to the party in the one horse town
Here’s to the parting, one more for the road
I’ve finally figured out the secret code
One more dance to a different song
The wound’s as deep as the day is long
The joke’s on me, I’m the clown
Well here’s to the party in a one horse town
poem by Kris Whelan
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That Jones Boy
Seattle,1943. He's just ten.
The family's poor beyond hunger,
thrown out of Chicago by Al Capone
for making too much money.
When it's dark and quiet,
they break into an armoury
for - pie. In the dark
he sees a piano he thinks it's called,
plays a note or two and knows
this is what you'll be doing all your life.
Later, after years of playing
stuff like Debussy with Ray,
he gives Frank a jazzy edge,
later again, a thriller
for Michael
He says, don't wait
for the paralysis of analysis,
listen to God's whisper,
and if it gives you goosebumps,
go with it.
It's said that truth
is stranger than fiction.
I think not: it's sweeter, for it's
nearer the bone,
sweeter as the sweet notes
that he hears
poem by Michael Shepherd
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There is a Tavern in the Town
There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down,
And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,
And never, never thinks of me.
Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
Do not let this parting grieve thee,
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part.
Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu!
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
I'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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She Thinks Shes Edith Head
Back in high school I knew a girl
Not too simple and not too kind
We both grew up, but I heard shed changed
From a new wave fan to another kind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
Or helen girlie brown
Or some other cultural figure
We dont know a lot about
Its been years since I moved away
But at christmas I come home
And I saw her reflection
In the window of a store
She was talking to herself
Not too simple and not too kind
I walked on by, it was complicated
And it stuck in my mind
She thinks shes edith head
But you might know shes not
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
The accent in her speech
She didnt have growing up
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
She thinks shes edith head
She thinks shes edith head now
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The universe is of the nature of a thought or sensation in a universal Mind … To put the conclusion crudely — the stuff of the world is mind-stuff. As is often the way with crude statements, I shall have to explain that by "mind" I do not exactly mean mind and by "stuff" I do not at all mean stuff. Still that is about as near as we can get to the idea in a simple phrase. The mind-stuff of the world is something more general than our individual conscious minds; but we may think of its nature as not altogether foreign to feelings in our consciousness … Having granted this, the mental activity of the part of world constituting ourselves occasions no great surprise; it is known to us by direct self-knowledge, and we do not explain it away as something other than we know it to be — or rather, it knows itself to be.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Sonnet-All Things Happen Through God
Yeah, Man can't solve all problems in his life,
And only when he can't, he thinks of God;
No man on earth needs God if not for strife;
Man thinks he can do things all, tho’ he's clod.
The devils lie that sin gives joy all life;
And men become a victim of false hope;
Man ventures forth in sinful ways so rife,
And God gives woes to check him- he can't cope!
And when his sins affect his body, mind;
The fear of death, disease, suff'rings loom high;
Man thinks of God again; So, Peace he'll find;
His soul is cleansed and no more like pig-sty.
God gives more grace to souls in contrition;
Man does more good as acts of attrition.
poem by John Celes
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A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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Mystery To Unfold!
First the world betrayed
Then dejected by my own heart
The game of sorrows fate played
Torn my heart and soul apart!
North mark, the eternal guide
Has always been the evidence
Of a cursed glide
A cursed and joyless life.
Says the world, God owns our luck
He has all our fate and life in command.
But thinks my mind, hones He only
His motive of doing best for us.
But poor human psyche, heart and mind
I weep and howl over what I find!
poem by Alok Mishra
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She Ran Away With A Rodeo Clown
(toby keith)
Shes a top barrel racer
Cowboy chaser
She drinks tecate like its goin out of style
Shes real good lookin and pretty good at hookin
Any man she wants with just a little smile
I drawed a strong one
A big full grown one
He punched me out when I hit the ground
I came to with a panoramic view
Lookin for my baby
She was nowhere around
I looked up, I looked down
I aint seen her since the second go-round
Somebody said they seen her headin out of town
Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
She ran away with a rodeo clown
Shes got twenty-two dollars
And makeup on her collar
She left some clothes so shes travelin light
But Ill bet a new saddle
And forty head of cattle
That I could catch em both if I drove all night
But this dont make sense
Shes done jumped the fence
And Im speedin cross texas on a broken heart
Im goin home where the coyote roam
Makin my camp at the end of the bar
I looked up, I looked down
I aint seen her since the second go-round
Somebody said they seen her headin out of town
Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
She ran away with a rodeo clown
I looked up, I looked down
I aint seen her since the second go-round
Somebody said they seen her headin out of town
Now she ran away with a rodeo clown
She ran away with a rodeo clown
song performed by by Toby Keith
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My Mind Is On You
(dave loggins, don schlitz)
We had a fight
A lovers quarrel
Angry words spoken in haste
Deep in the night
It went out of control
And with tears streaming down my face
I slammed the door and I walked out
Swearing that we were through
Now Im sitting in a bar
Thinking Ive gone too far
Wondering what Im gonna do
Thinking about calling you
Chorus:
To my left blue collar
To my right a high dollar man
Across the bar a smooth bartender
Who thinks Im in the palm of his hand
Well they buy me drinks
Light my cigarette
Theyre all wondering which one Im gonna choose
Oh my hands on my glass
My second margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
Well I ran away
In a moment of weakness
I couldnt hold my own
I should stay
Because being together
Means more than who was right or wrong
And sitting in a room full of lonely faces
Youre the only one I see
If you only knew
I was thinking of you
Would you come and rescue me
Maybe I should call and see
Repeat chorus
(my third margarita)
I should of known I could never get along
Outside of your love
Its last call
And Im out of cigarettes
They are all wondering what Im gonna do
Oh my hands on the glass
Its my last margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
My mind is on you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Powers Engaged
The return of the teacher and the return of love,
But the mind which can examine issues impartially tells the truth;
For a man is what he is because of what he thinks in his mind.
Wash me and cleanse me with your kiss,
For the heavens and the earth with listen to us;
Because you are the patience of my heart and,
I am the one for you on this love that is hidden inside you.
Like the powers engaged to uplift your dreams,
Come and be impartial to the truth;
For a woman is what she is becuase of what she thinks in her mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Don't Wanna Wait
vs.1 I, this wacked-out girl who doesn't
care what anyone thinks,
'Cause usually their opinion stinks,
And they think that they can bring me down,
But I, this tough, little woman who
has way too much on her mind,
And thinks about you all the time,
No matter how much gossip goes around. Oooh,
(chorus)
I- don't wanna wait a whole 'nother minute,
I don't really wanna wait to give in
To your beautiful eyes,
Beautiful smile,
I don't know if I can make it a little while longer,
It's too much pain,
And I don't wanna wait.
vs.2 You, this one hot guy who always
listens to what I say,
Every single, solitary day,
And you think that I'm the prettiest girl in town,
But I, usually disagree with you
when you say the stuff like that,
But I know you've always got my back,
And I believe you when you tell me I'm the best thing you have found.
Oooh,
(chorus)
(instrumental)
Bridge: And I, have actually found someone:
You; we're perfect together,
Forever and ever
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Why do you think?
Why do you think?
Other should think the way you think
Can you think the way they think?
Everybody thinks’
His way is the right way to think
Respect what people think
The way they think
You will find people
Respecting what and how you think
Everybody has the right to think
The way he thinks’ and what he thinks’
One can only tell what he thinks’
If they like it
They will approve what you think
No regrets, no hard feelings
Nobody loses, Nobody wins
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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