Clever
No matter how clever
we think we are, there
is always someone
who is cleverer than us.
They may not be brainier
and their intelligence level
may even be low,
but on one thing,
they can outstrip us
with their gift
that makes up for
other failings they may have,
so never think yourself better
than everyone else
because the simple answer is
that you are not.
23 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Unanswerable Question
A simple gift.
Many things can be meant from it.
Love, friendship, kindness and caring.
All of these can com from such a simple thing.
A rose is such a gift.
But this can be used for many things.
A birthday, an anniversary, a holiday, a funeral...
How can a simple thing be so sad?
This is a question that cannot be answered.
For the ones that can answer are already in our memories,
waiting for the day that we will join them..
We live and learn,
trying to make the best of our lives as possible.
A simple gift to me only means one thing to me,
that the world isnt as great as we thought.
It ends all the same.
It ends with death.
poem by Jeremiah Wimbrough
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Don't be so clever; cleverer ones than you are in jail.
One That Was Not Sought
A gift is given...
Without an ego displayed,
By the giver attached.
The receiver of the gift...
Believing there to be more,
To this giving...
Than something as simple,
As that!
And...
The gift given is given back.
With sarcastic remarks...
And other unnecessary verbal attacks.
The giver of the gift,
Although offended by this...
Keeps a head straight on shoulders.
And makes only forward steps.
With a lesson learned...
And not a temper to display,
The gift giver never shows a disappointment.
Or has a thing to say.
Knowing that a wisdom,
Came as a surprise lesson taught.
From a teacher in disguise.
And from one that was not sought.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do You Write Poetry
There is a question I am often asked,
of which I have no answer for at all.
The question is a simple one,
how do you write poetry?
To be honest I haven’t got a clue.
With me the words just trickle out
one after the other,
if they rhyme that is great
and if they don’t, I just scratch my head.
I cannot tell anyone how to write,
for me it’s just a natural thing.
I write almost everything,
novels, short stories, poems and songs.
I have even written a couple of plays,
but that was a long, long time ago.
However to tell anyone how to write,
I would not know where to begin.
The answer I give to the question is simple;
write whatever you like good or bad.
It’s yours and be proud of it
no matter what anyone else has to say.
The more you write the better you will get.
However, the most important thing
that you should always remember and that is
that you write, write, and write!
9 November 2011
poem by David Harris
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The role of intelligence
Intelligence is to adapt and adopt.
Honesty, integrity and propriety
Are shown door by intelligence.
By intelligence the society is not made rich.
13.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No Thanks Is Needed
It is a good feeling
when you help someone in distress,
impart on them the knowledge
that you have gained.
You feel a great satisfaction
and no thanks is needed.
You are doing something
we should all do at times,
holding out our hand and helping another.
Each of us has been given a gift
and it is how we use that gift
which is the important thing.
If we use that gift
to import happiness into someone’s life
making them feel better within themselves.
How wonderful we feel
whenever they smile with satisfaction
knowing they have done something
to make a dream come true.
We need no thanks for this,
as it is what everyone should do.
Holding out a helping hand
no matter how far it has to stretch
and we can then rest on these words.
Do onto others, as you would
have them do onto you.
7 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Grown-Up Talk
Half-Past-Six and I were talking
In a very grown-up way;
We had got so tired with running
That we did not want to play.
"How do babies come, I wonder,"
He said, looking at the sky,
"Does God mix the things together
An' just make it-like a pie?"
I was really not quite certain,
But it sounded very nice;
It was all that we could think of,
Besides a book said "sugar and spice."
Half-Past-Six said--He's so clever--
Cleverer than me, I mean...
"I suppose God makes the black ones
When the saucepan isn't clean."
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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A Simple Thing
Sometimes it’s a simple things
that brings the most pleasure there.
A little, treat for someone
of whom you really care.
A smile to a stranger
you may meet on your way.
That smile might
just make their day.
It’s the simple things
we take for granted
that bring the biggest joy.
The simple things
that lights up a face
that sorrow has stained.
So remember
a simple thing like a smile
can turn a frown upside down.
8 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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As Santa Claus receives my gift
every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
it's always a dream of every Mommy's and Daddy's at this
season, that in every wishes they hope may come true, the
lola's and lolo's comes and find meaning seeing their
wonderful grand-sons and grand-daughters, showered with
gifts of candies, beautiful dresses, chocolates and etc.
its Santa's Day, and its my happy day, i waited so long that
special day will come, and i'm so delighted of giving by gift
to the one that brings every hearts into a very special moment
of each families
as i wrapped, my gift, my heart ask, whether this simple
token i give, be accepted to his heart, folded it with golden
blue color and a lace with red that makes my gift to
special to see
exactly 12: 00 o'clock, midnight the Santa Claus i always idolized,
and dream off, have just come down from his sleigh, immediately
i meet him, and he knows me, he calls my name 'tony'. i smiled
and told him, that i'm very, very happy, at the same time giving
my gift to him, my Santa Claus replied, thank you
as he opened the gift, he notice, that my eyes look at him, with
a smiling face, just i want to emote myself, i know i can control
my emotion at that time, a little silent left on my lips, as he laugh
at me, hoh..hoh...hoh...you wrote me a letter?
My Santa Claus, pose in a second as he read the dedication
on the top of the gift, a simple inquiry and a little question,
why, until....' TODAY '.... you are alone...and nobody dare
to follow your footsteps......
..... this very moment my gift is not yet open.... please open it...
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Failings Are My Own
My failings are my own
I don't blame it any one
Take responsibility as one would say
But it doesn't just die there
For I do not live in despair
My failings are my own
long ago the seeds were sewn
And now a plant grow.
A weed just maybe.
But watch as the most beautiful blooms
It is just early to assume
My failings are my own
No victim here
Their is no hiding and trying just disappear
I won't shed a single tear
For life is to short to cry over spilled milk
Watch as I weave my own pretty silk
My failing are my own
So if I'm all alone
I'm still warm
I got a place to call home
The calmness before the storm
The order before the chaos
My failings are my own
I accept it
I'm for no reject
Its not trick
I carry no special trinket
luck wishing is as well wishing
And that's a place I don't want t go fishing
For My failing are my own
Their was no clone
I did it, as I always have
Its already so long past
time ticking by so fast
The failures could never forever last
I say again
Repeated within
My failings are own
I need no scapegoat
I need not hide behind a moat
For my failings are my own
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sweet Religion
When my body wants to go
Tell me will my mind and soul
Live on and on forever
Am I on another level
A learning vessel of several
Lessons to make me more cleverer
My sweet little religion
My sweet little religion you mean everything to me
My sweet little religion
My sweet little religion how does it feel
Written in that book of love
Does it say your name above
The name by which they call me
And is it written in liquid red
cause nothing else will do instead for reassuring eternity
Will you be there when I need you?
Begin end enemy friend heaven hell sick well
Truth lies husbands and wives, whisper shout in out in out
Laughter cry ask reply - good bad happy sad
Right wrong outcast belong, caged free you and me
You have the answer to all of these
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Hungry wolves
Cleverness is not intelligence.
Intelligence is brain's power.
Cleverness is brain's hunger.
Clever people are hungry wolves.
04.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It Is Me
He sat in his own world
writing down the stories
that came to his mind.
He never watched time,
for him there
was no time.
He wrote stories of love,
of mystery and suspense.
He wrote of everything
that popped into his head.
He was not a lonely person
as his characters kept him company.
He wrote things
for every writing sphere,
but there was one thing
he could not write
which may come as a surprise
to everyone.
He could not write a letter
no matter how hard he tried.
His mind went completely blank
whenever he tried.
Yet he could write
just about everything else.
He could write songs,
he could write stories at will.
He could write poems
on everything,
but writing a letter
was something he could not do.
Now all who read this
might take it as a joke,
but it is very true
every word I have spoke,
and how would I know that.
The answer is simple it is me.
19 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
Living Legend
Was it bitter then with our backs against the wall?
Were we better men than wed ever been before?
Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call?
Tell the truth, my friend, dont it matter anymore?
We were simple men by her side when she was born
It was simple then like the freedom when you fall
And we were smaller then, you see, but soon we gathered like a storm.
They dont understand what that thunder meant at all.
Was he crucified? was he done in by the lawman?
Are you satisfied that hell never ride again?
Some people say he got away; they say he never died at all.
If that storys true, does it bother you, my friend?
Was it bitter then, with our backs against the wall?
Were we better men than wed ever been before?
Say, if she came again today, would you still answer to the call?
Tell the truth, my friend, dont it matter anymore?
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Mosquito March
when they march
when they march over fields of green
when they march
when they march over fields of green
when they march
when they march over fields of green
walking in the wilderness
no future to the question
you might get a simple answer
get a simple answer
walking in the wilderness
you're naked now just skin and sand
you'll get a smile answer
get a smile answer
see the king see the king of happiness
see the king
see the king of happiness in the light
in the light you can see him crawl
see the king
see the king of happiness
walking in the wilderness
no future to the question
you might get a simple answer
get a simple answer
walking in the wilderness the endless distance
you don't need to get a smile answer
get a smile answer
past the point of no return
your like a dog without a bone
so get a simple answer
get a simple answer
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Cute Without The 'E'
Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel
I know exactly what goes on
When everything you'll get is
everything that you've wanted, princess
(well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing's loaded
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was only wishful thinkin
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was only wishful thinkin
let's go...
Don't bother trying to explain Angel
I know exactly what goes on when you're on and
How about I'm outside of your window
(how about I'm outside of your window)
Watchin him keep the details covered
You're such a sucker (you're such a sucker)
for a sweet talker, yeah
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was only wishful thinkin
(the only thing that I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back)
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinkin,
this all was only wishful thinkin
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I wil never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know...
Why can't I feel anything
from anyone other than you?
Why can't I feel anything
from anyone other than you?
And all of this was all your fault
And all of this
(I stay jealous)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something larger than life
(she'll destroy us all before she's through
and find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something larger than life
(she'll destroy us all before she's through
and find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this,
for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind
as something larger than life!
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Worst Poem Ever
Just some words that rhyme
What a waste of time
The writer has to be dense
Because this poem makes no sense
Want to hear the worst poem ever
It such junk well I never
Not very clever
This is the worst poem ever
I sure you could do better cause you are so clever
If you want me to write a poem my answer is NEVER
Cause this is the worst poem ever
Henry Brown 10 November 2010
poem by Henry Brown
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The Little Things
THE LITTLE THINGS
You dont have to buy me all the gold there is in Rome
Dont have to surprise me with the most expensive home
Dont have to travel round the world for me at all
Baby, the way you smile at me is self explainable.
Oh baby baby baby, I dont want much
Just say you love me now and then
And mean it is more than enough.
Chorus 1:
Its just the little thing, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my soul at ease
Baby the little things are things that matter to me
(Hey, ooh babe, oh yeah baby, yeah darling)
Oh you dont have to be a movie star on the TV, no baby
Dont have to be a knight in shining armor to rescue me, no
Dont have to promise me the moon and stars above, darling
Just keep sure your there for me it keeps me in love.
Oh baby baby baby, I dont want much
Ooh just say you love me now and then
.And mean it is more than enough.
Chorus 2:
It just the little things, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my mind at ease
Baby the little things are things that matter to me.
You dont have, to go out of your way baby
Just say, that love, will always stay darling
Oh baby, I dont, dont really want much
Cause if you really love me baby hey
Thats more than enough.
Chorus 3:
Its just the little things, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my mind at ease
Baby the little things are things that matters
Little things are things that matters (Things that matter)
A little things are things that matter to me, hey, ow.
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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