Silly Clot
At times, we fall from grace
in absent mined moments.
Unfortunately, some people
have those all the time
and to compound the agony
they never learn the lesson
of keeping their big trap shut.
We all put our foot in our mouth
at sometime or the other,
then apologise for the error
and it is completely forgotten,
but about the person who keeps doing it
we call him a silly clot.
How many have you encountered
in your journey through life?
You know the type,
as soon as they open their mouth
they are chewing happily on their foot.
The higher position they are in
the bigger the clot you will see.
10 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Failed Gunpowder Plot
Halloween is over
and the ghosts have gone to bed.
The next thing on the agenda
is the failed gunpowder plot
where Guy Fawkes the silly clot
went and got himself caught
before he could blow up
the dear old Houses of Parliament.
Just imagine if he had succeeded
what kind of place it would be,
no more paying income taxes
bleeding us all dry,
no more scheming ministers
fiddling their expenses.
Then there is the problem of who
would take over the running of the country.
Royalty I can only guess,
can you just imagine
a King Charles and Queen Camilla.
Not really, no, no, never.
Guy Fawkes come back
you silly clot all is forgiven
and try again you silly sod
only this time get it right,
blow up the blessed treasury
and bankrupt the blinking lot.
1 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Foot In Your Mouth
I recognize that typical, cynical smile you wear on the front row
I can hear you telling everyone about the other show
Youre the one with all of the friends
But none are real cause youre a hypocrite
Just remember that you did it yourself and you wonder how
Just dont stick your foot in your mouth
Never thought before you spoke
You tell me what I want to hear
Turn around and tell another
Who you think you know
Did you really think it wouldnt get back to me
Fabrications that you spun so well
Always ready with a tabloid story to tell
So dont complain to me
Shut your mouth and go quietly
Cause it didnt have to be like this and you wonder how
Just dont stick your foot in your mouth
Didnt have to be this way
You tell me what I want to hear
Turn around and tell another
Who you think you know
But no one cares what you wanna say
Dont bug me or any other
Shut your mouth and go
How can you live with yourself
Knowing all the lies that you tell
How can you live with yourself
I know what you want and what youll do
To get your foot in the door or to just break through
But youre never gonna get to where you want right now
Cause you stick your foot in your mouth
All you have to do is change
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Throw Your Foot
It's funny how your face gets bigger
Gets bigger in this atmosphere
And your mouth goes dry
With every move you try
It's so funny here
Jumping around -- click click click
When you're so slow
It's like the world is stopping
Fifteen times i try this
And every time i faint
You look at me and
Start to tell the joke
About the man who couldn't stop
Hiccupping
It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
Throw your foot away
You're tired and your face is grey
Like the sad old fool
You groove
song performed by by Cure
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Do You Want Me
I cry like a baby when I don't get my way
Do you want me?
I won't apologize when I make a mistake
Do you want me?
I got scars on my heart and they won't go away
Looking for someone to take them from me
Everybody knows I'm a little insane
Do you want me?
Oh I try to be normal
I try to put one foot in front of the other
And I feel
You don't even know I'm alive
I open my mouth
Cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
Do you want me?
I tell it to you straight so we can't get worse
Do you want me?
I want to show you me but first things first
Do you want me?
Looking for a saviour to save my soul
All the damage that I have done has left a big hole
Everybody knows I just want someone to hold
Do you want me?
Oh I try to be easy
I try to put one foot in back of the other
And I feel
You don't even know i'm alive
I open my mouth cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
You're looking at me strange like you don't know my name (my name)
You're looking at me strange like you don't know my name
You're looking at me strange like it's some kind of fake
You're looking at me strange like you want me to change
And I feel
You don't even know I'm alive
I open my mouth cause I'm waiting for your love to fall from the sky
And I feel
You think that I'm out of my mind
And maybe your scared to be right
But you'll never know till you get me alone
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
You'll never know till you get me alone
Do you
Do you
Do you want me?
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Shut my Mouth
There are those whom wish
I would just shut my mouth.
For my words cut them to
the bone when I speak of
an abuse child. Or a person
drowning in the sea of his or
her own addiction. They real
wish I would shut my mouth when
I speak of equality for all. Also when
talk about suffrage one goes through
from AIDS, Cancer to Death. I done had my
words crumbled in thrown back in my face.
I have been given looks as if they want to shove
my words back down my throat until I choked on them.
But for all those who want me to shut my mouth I have
got three times as many who want me to speak.
So speak I will. As long as I got something to say I will speak.
And only when I don’t have anymore to say is when I will
Shut My Mouth.
Clot It Off
Slot it in!
Blot it out! !
Clot it off;
Slot, blot, clot, allot, balklot, lot, plot!
But, with the sweet muse of love.
Slot it in and,
Start to draw now!
Blot it out and,
Find a way through!
Clot it off and,
Be free with your mind;
But, with the sweet muse of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Entropy
Aware
System gone haywire
Voices
Million
Can hear
Proudly
Flaunting the flaws
To clear the clot
In the process
Enmeshed in clot
Ready
Some plunge
Trickle becomes
The mesh
So complex
Under its weight
Succumb.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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A foot soldier
When I was hurt & lost someone dear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the going got tough with nothing to gear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the faith felt small & doubts really bigger
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the sky was dark & nothing seemed near
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the wounds were hurting with no immediate cure
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the hopes were grim & nothing was clear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When storms came hard striking some fear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
I fought & fought & I fought till the victory was sure
Yes, I could do it because I am a foot soldier
poem by Ameya Deshpande
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Workmen's March
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
That makes
one
of many, many,
That makes bold, if fear daunts any,
That makes small the load and lighter,
That makes near the goal and brighter,
Till it greets us gained with laughter,
And we seek the next one after.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Marching, marching of few hundreds,
No one heeds it, never one dreads;
Marching, marching of few thousands,
Here and there wakes some to hearing;
Marching, marching hundred thousands,-
All will mark that thunder nearing.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Let us march all, never weaken
Time from Vardö down to Viken,
Vinger up to Bergen's region,-
Let us make
one
marching legion,
Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway,
Open wide to right the doorway.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Word Of Mouth
Ive been trying to get a message to you,
But the operator cant put me through,
Because the vandals went and wrecked all the telephones.
And all my enemies are spreading bad news,
You wont call me, thats why Im calling you,
To put you straight about the rumors theyre spreading about me back home.
I should have known, sooner or later,
Youd get the news, sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
Somehow we lost communication,
My only chance in my situation,
Is that the word of mouth gets my message through.
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth says that Ive gone insane,
That wine and women have affected my brain.
Well whos the big mouth spreading the news again?
The word of mouth says Im round the bend,
Its all over, this is the end.
Exaggeration sure gets the better of people who send[? ].
The word of mouth,
The word of mouth,
But who are they to say the things they do?
The word of mouth said I should be put in my place.
The word is out Im in disgrace -- a waste of space.
But if they say it, say it to my face.
People talking, trying to dig up the dirt,
There are so many lies around.
They spread their gossip and the rumors around this town.
Word of mouth, face to face,
My word of mouth has stated my case,
And Im saying Im coming back home to you.
You should have know sooner or later,
Youd get the news sooner or later,
The word of mouth will get right back to you.
The word of mouth,
Shut your mouth,
Shut your face!
song performed by by Kinks
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Work.
It is not the work which is important,
But the lesson we learn under that time is dormant.
Many hates the work, always wish for something better,
But need the income and just suffer.
It is better to be the drummer boy, who did it for Jesus,
Happily giving his best as a bonus,
Which is the best thing to do in every job,
Instead being a suffering, rebelling slob.
Constantly open your mind to understand the lesson,
With a certain faith in a better and better illusion,
Because life is a dream how we think and believe,
Contentment, calm, peace or the whole life can be a grief.
If we are in one job the whole life through,
That means we never learned completely the lesson, still in that shoe,
Just go on and hope to find the answer,
Always be happy, do your best, sooner or later you find life better.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Understatement
Sometimes we say something
and then ask ourselves
why the heck did we say that.
Our mouth went in one direction
while our mind went in another.
When someone asks
what we meant by that
we feel a bit bemused
and can’t give an answer.
We do it all the time,
putting our foot in our mouth
and wish we had left it where it was
standing on the ground.
I once went out with a girl
in my very younger years,
who when she dumped me said
“I love you and I don’t want to hurt you
which why I’m packing you up.”
That statement makes no sense.
If you love someone, so much
you’d want to be with them all the time.
As for not hurting them.
Whenever someone leaves
the person, who is left always feels the hurt.
Now that is what you call
an understatement.
29 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Perfect World
What a pretty life you have
Oh boy, its a pretty life
And I would need a map
Just so I could navigate the back yard
Home is very ordinary
I know I was born to lead a double life
Of murder, strife, and misery
And when I find it, I know Ill make sense of me
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable, and luscious
I would have it all if Id only had this much
No need for lucifer to fall if hed learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you
I know the girls
That live inside your world
Just sitting next to a mortal makes their skin crawl
I want to be cool, tall, vulnerable, and luscious
I would have it all if I only had this much
No need for lucifer to fall if hes learn to keep his mouth shut
I would be involved with you...
With you.
song performed by by Liz Phair
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If you keep your mouth shut, you won't put your foot in it.
If you keep your mouth shut you will never put your foot in it.
quote by Austin O'Malley
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Straw Foot
I guess you didnt hear me
When I told you for the first time
Well dont you worry
It wont be the last
All I need a floorboard
An a wooden shoe
Step aside an let my lady through
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Up an back around
See the high priest
He took my place
When the judge looks to me
He saw his sons face
Not gonna join you in
Your tower of babble, boy
Tired o that talkin
Im sick o that noise
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Im not alone
An looks can be deceivin
When we get down to it
Youre talkin when you
Should be leavin
Ive been to nebraska
It reminded me of spain
All the questions loaded
All my answers same
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hay foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Let us not mince our words
Lets say it true this time
I need your forgiveness
Just like you need mine
Tell me how it is that
You dont want what hes given
It aint no sin son
To be forgiven
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
All over town
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Unarmed Combat
In due course of course you will all be issued with
Your proper issue; but until tomorrow,
You can hardly be said to need it; and until that time,
We shall have unarmed combat. I shall teach you.
The various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Which you may sometimes meet.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Do not depend on any sort of weapon,
But only on what I might coin a phrase and call
The ever-important question of human balance,
And the ever-important need to be in a strong
Position at the start.
There are many kinds of weakness about the body,
Where you would least expect, like the ball of the foot.
But the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Will always come in useful. And never be frightened
To tackle from behind: it may not be clean to do so,
But this global war.
So give them all you have, and always give them
As good as you get; it will always get you somewhere.
(You may not know it, but you can tie a Jerry
Up without rope; it is one of the things I shall teach.)
Nothing will matter if only you are ready for him.
The readiness is all.
The readiness is all. How can I help but feel
I have been here before? But somehow then,
I was the tied-up one. How to get out
Was always then my problem. And even if I had
A piece of rope I was always the sort of person
Who threw rope aside.
And in my time I had given them all I had,
Which was never as good as I got, and it got me nowhere.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Somehow or other I always seemed to put
In the wrong place. And, as for war, my wars
Were global from the start.
Perhaps I was never in a strong position.
Or the ball of my foot got hurt, or I had some weakness
Where I had least expected. But I think I see your point.
While awaiting a proper issue, we must learn the lesson
Of the ever-important question of human balance.
It is courage that counts.
Things may be the same again; and we must fight
Not in the hope of winning but rather of keeping
Something alive: so that when we meet our end,
It may be said that we tackled wherever we could,
That battle-fit we lived, and though defeated,
Not without glory fought.
poem by Henry Reed
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God Save The South
It was a red hot night night in mobile
Sweat glistened on the reverends chin
His mohair suit was shinin
He told us all about sin
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
Across the street in the pool hall
Bubba put the eight ball down
Its a high five celebration
They passed the jack around
Its wall to wall in wall street
Were livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Shut your mouth
Some long haired boys with guitars
Playin behind the chicken wire
Theyre goin up to new york city
Gonna sing about atlantas fire
It could be wall to wall in wall street
We could be livin hand to mouth
Jesus loved a yankee
But God saved the south
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
So,yankee boy shut your mouth
And God saved the south
Yankee boy shut your mouth
Yes, God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth
God saved the south
So, yankee boy shut your mouth
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Way God Works
the way god works
makes me feel
my mind in my foot
and my foot in my mouth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Apologise
How can you apologise
when you’re not sure
what you’re apologising for.
My intentions have never been
to worry people that something
in my life is going wrong.
Too many times I write poems,
others see are so heartfelt,
that they immediately write
to me asking if everything is OK.
It is nice for them to be so concerned,
and I feel that I must apologise,
if some how I’ve led them to believe
my life is a bit battered and worn,
and that my marriage
is under some kind of storm.
My marriage is rock solid
as it has always been.
As for my life,
I think we all have had
our ups and downs.
I may stand under a rain cloud
a lot of the times,
but I have no intentions
of doing anything silly,
and self-destruction is just not me.
In my life, I have weathered many storms,
and I’ll weather more as they come along.
So please don’t worry about me.
If I have a problem,
I know that there are a lot of you
out there that I can talk to.
Now I want to apologise
if I have somehow put some of you,
through any needless stress,
for it has never been my intention
to cause anyone any harm.
I love you all too much,
to ever want to make you cry.
So, save your tears for someone else,
who is much more deserving than I.
3 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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