The Mumble Syndrome (Fun Poem 104)
Do you ever get one of those days
when the brain runs amok
and the tongue won’t get into gear
and all you can utter is gibberish
for the whole world to hear.
I think we all know some politicians
that could easily fit that bill.
They call it the mumble syndrome
and we all get a touch of it sometimes
and always when we least expect it.
The bridegroom at his wedding
gets up to make a toast to his in-laws
when his brain starts to race
and his tongue isn’t quick enough
and he forgets the in-laws name
and starts to toast someone else.
Then there is the proposal
and the guy gets down on one knee
with his delivery ready.
The brain begins to go berserk
and his tongue goes in a different direction.
He begins to ask someone
with a different name if she will marry him.
I remember trying to learn a new dance once
and my wife said to me.
“You weren’t doing it right.”
“But I was, my feet were doing it
but my boots weren’t.”
And the mumble syndrome struck again
only this time with me.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Nag Complex (Fun Poem 105)
Yesterday I wrote about the Mumble Syndrome.
When the brain does the hundred-yard dash
and leaves the tongue trailing right at the rear.
Today I am writing about the Nag Complex
and no this has nothing to do with the wife.
This is when the brain forgets
to register something you have done
and nags you with doubt
until you recheck it out.
You leave to go to work,
you shut the front door
and get into your car and start driving.
When suddenly the nag complex begins to kick in.
Did you turn off everything?
You cannot remember.
Did you shut the front door?
You cannot remember.
The more you think about these things
the more frustrated you get.
You’re almost at work now and what do you do?
You turn around, go back,
and check everything again
only to find you did them all the first time.
Have you ever noticed the nag complex
always begins when you’re near your destination
and always there is no one you can phone
just to check it out for you.
It just happens and happens.
The brain does not want to remember
and leaves you to fret.
While the nag complex hedges its bet
knowing you will go home and check it all again.
16 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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What He Say
Ive seen many countries
Argue about human lives
But one thing that stays the same is
The clubs are always full at night
Pick out any far-out place
Like kenya or swaziland
Doesnt matter what the place
Theyll still be dancing to the band
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Say youve found a homeland? (move to it, move to it)
Say youve found a clubland? (get to it, get to it)
Now youve got a song? (groove to it, groove to it)
Got to find a partner (just get to it, get to it)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
Ive seen many a race of people
Argue many things before
But there is one language that
Gets you understood for sure
Not a language of the mouth
Its only for the feet
Grab a russian by the hands
And he will feel the need
Thats right!
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble)
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble)
(mumble mumble jumble) what he say?
(garble warble farble) lets dance!
Lets dance!
song performed by by Ministry
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Wild Man
Ive never tried these reason my crest(? ),
I got tired of those administrations caught
With their trousers down,
Yea poor fools just to exercise their intellect,
Power matters rift,
Looking for another kicker, yeah yeah.
You call me a fool when I laugh at you,
But how do you know you wont put me in
The drink,
And sit behind an empty glass.
How long must we show the world,
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Chorus
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
They cant capture me.
Im a wild man, dont you know it?
Im a wild man, dont you know it.
I think Im going soul,
And I think Im gonna retire,
Mumble mumble mumble so terrified to see you.
At least inside mumble mumble mumble
An endless sea of misery,
With every single word of scripture, yeah yeah.
How do you know what to do,
When theres so sickness in the world?
How can you sleep when theres mumble mumble mumble
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Blah blah blah mumble mumble
Divisionary policies.
Chorus
Im a wild man, dont you know it,
Im a wild man, dont you know it?
[you didnt actually think I could understand what hes saying, did you? -- dte]
song performed by by Kinks
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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This Bouquet
got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
i'm always starving for words when you're around
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground
half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door
fourth door from the end
rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends
too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends.
see the little song bird unable to make a sound
even though she follows her words from town to town
we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay
that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not A Pretty Girl
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A monologue on 'nothing in particular
Well you know,
It always begins like this
'The day starts'
Half an hour early for me
Clocks set hour an hour early
The day begins
Well morning starts
With a break of sunlight
Flooding through the cracks
In the blinds
In summer it is always much earlier
Than the pre set time on the alarm clock
Which is primed to go off
Half an hour earlier
Inevitably
The light wakes me at sunrise
Which often occurs around five o'clock
Like some cruel trick
I am woken exactly an hour or is it half an hour
Before my alarm clock goes off, half an hour earlier?
Which is set to go off half an hour early
But that never happens in the summer
The lie in ends up a sleep over
In winter this is a different matter again
With no light
So there I am at five in the morning
exactly or, approximately the time
The sun is meant to set
[bar a second or to or maybe a minute
behind or ahead of prediction]
There I am WIDE AWAKE
No lie in
No chance of sleeping
Again
Exept at the WRONG TIME!
Then I recover
Five minutes behind schedule
pull the blind
make a cup of tea
giving myself exactly
thirty minutes
Before drinking it
to get ready for work
Flossing does not happen until
A much later time
There is a ten minute interval
For toast and tea
And tidying away
My watch is set five minutes ahead
Or maybe three minutes
I leave on time
In time for the bus that leaves
Two minutes early
The next one arrives ten minutes late
The driver
Has donated his brain to medical science
Thirty years prior to his death
Give or take a couple of hours or minutes
He slips into a slow coma behind the steering wheel
The world is in slow motion
Catatonia eclipses the traffic
I am now on time
To be late
despite all my carefully timed efforts
Now that was just the beginning of the morning
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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She Storms My Brain
She storms my brain
in psychedelic colors
and discordant rhythms,
leaving me breathless
as I explore new shapes
and forms of knowing.
Like Lucy in the sky
and Marijane-
she storms my brain-
my strange new flower
with feverish bright petals
that leave me mystified.
She dances to the synesthetic
music of red and orange
notes that I can taste upon
my tongue, laughing like
a transparent angel
in a warm summer rain-
yes, there she goes again
storming my brain.
And I have no way of knowing
where I am or where I'll be-
I just come out deranged
and beautiful, smiling like
the sun. And she...
Well, she just laughs at me
and storms my brain.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Tongues
the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves
the tongue
of my soul
in the heart
the tongue of
my mind
in the head
the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth
the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Jupiter
'Eyes have not seen nor ears heard,
But Yahweh has prepared a way for those who loves Him';
Yahweh has done great things for me and i am very glad!
For, the tongue of the wise uses knowledge correctly.
Jupiter! !
I will bring my knowledge from afar to you that you may learn;
For, anger kills a fool and envy slays the simpleton!
So, try to entertain your brain by learning and living by the right things always.
The wicked are not ready to listen to correction!
But, the sweet love of the laws have changed my life today;
And like the muse of love in the land of peace and joy! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Slip Of The Tounge
(coverdale/vandenberg)
Sometime after midnight
The heat begins to rise,
Girl, youd shame the devil
With that look thats in your eyes
I know whats on your mind
An I cant run away,
If I dont give you what you want
Theres going to be some hell to pay
Creeping up behind me
Knocking at my door,
Ill never be too blind to see
Just what youre looking for
You roll me over, make me moan,
Oh, such a velvet touch
Youd melt a heart of stone
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
An if I want a little love
I gotta take a lot of pain,
Make me think a thousand times
Before I kiss again
Im waiting on you every day an every night
If I dont try to satisfy
Theres gonna be a fist fight
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
The sun is slowly rising
An Im sinking to my knees,
Im dying just to close my eyes
Im begging, darlin, please
I hear you calling
An Im crawling cross the floor
I give you everything Ive got
An still you ask for more
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
A slip of the tongue,
Just a slip of the tongue,
Slip of the tongue,
Just a slip of the tongue,
Slip of the tongue,
A slip of the tongue...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Cocaine Blues
Everytime my baby and me go up town
police come and they knock me down
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
cocaine came knockin' on my door.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Hidden Something
something that you promise not to see
again
the tongue hides within the mouth
it will not taste this again
the eyes roll
eyelids close as the scene is
repeated
it is about another form
of tongue-in-cheek
the mouth says something that it does not mean
the brain understands perfectly
like the heart
and so here it is again
viewed for the nth time
this time the conscience is numb
it says
another lie
it comes back again
savoring
what it says it hates
what it believes is too unlikely of its being
but what can you do
here it is again
mutually salivating
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Functions of the Mind
Being swayed by the left half
of his God-built brain,
he is violent and aggressive.
Reasons he had of his own
to silence the voice of his tuneful wife
when her spiritual rhymes
flowed out of the threshold
of his lovely abode;
he simply slit the throat
of his emotional, creative wife
who was guided by the right
hemisphere of her brain.
Languishing in the jail,
he learnt to design detailed plans
to kill the people and escape
the claws of laws
and sold them to some clients.
Do the Government have no
obligation to identify the portions
of his brain controlling the functions
of his analytic mind and change them
into mild features
for the welfare of the society?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Brain Shake
Alright, hold tight
I really want to ball tonight
On my fender, no space defender
I enjoy it on the floor, I get it tight
Toe to toe with the blood below
Fee fia foo smell the blood of rock n roll
All night drive on the rockin suicide
My feet are jumping, shes a joy to ride
Joy to ride, a joy to ride
Shes an all night drive on the rockin suicide
And its a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake
All I can take
Brain shake, brain shake, brain shake
Shes a mean lean rocking machine
A hip hugging blue jean dream
Shes a one horse town (? ) with a sweet sweet kiss
Her hips are right around me
And its toe to toe with the blood below
Fee fia foo smell the blood of rock n roll
All night drive on the rockin suicide
My feet are jumping, shes a joy to ride
Joy to ride, a joy to ride
Shes an all night drive on the rockin suicide
And its a brain shake, brain shake, brain shake
Ready to shake
Brain shake, brain shake, brain shake
Its a brain shake brain shake brain shake
For mercy sake
Brain shake, brain shake, brain shake
Shes a joy to ride
Joy to ride, a joy to ride
Shes an all night drive on the rockin suicide
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Spirit Of St. Louis V
In my consotium,
Of blue tongues and red tongues!
But the yellow tongue came in to respect my muse,
And like the colours of the rainbow to tell my story as an African.
The wolves of the night and the birds of the day,
Cure the rabies to give them babies! !
For i do take my afternoon nap under the big trees,
And the heat of Africa is all about my sweet muse.
Tie up your lace to win the race set before you,
For the race of this world is all about left-handed and right-handed;
But respect him or her to move up with life,
And like the joy of my mind in the land of talented people.
I've got my right brain to think from and,
My left-hand to write with;
But talented with the muse of love when the sun shines on me,
For Mother Africa is my home.
Mumble, grumble, fumble, crumble, tumble, jumble, bumble, humble;
Humble yourself when your neighbours tumble,
And like a bumble-bee in the land of sweet roses!
But don't crmble the bread when someone has not eaten.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Arrogant And Irritating Bosses
The puppy goes yap! yap! yap!
And you also go yap! yap! yap!
And the brain takes a nap
And Mr stupidity starts his lap
You ought to know there's a small gap
Between daft and sharp
I wonder why irony put you up
While your brain is no better than scrap
MR BOSS
poem by Kariuki Samuel Mutiga
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Hidden Knowledge
They know all that they’re doing, as more burdens continue accruing,
For the future generations ahead, well after, they are gone and dead.
Called the Hezekiah Syndrome, aware burdens won’t see their home,
Feeling at ease with them self, while being used as a political stealth.
Just like Hezekiah, Judah’s King, they appear unworried of the sting,
Their laws upon others will have, as they propose a legislative salve.
Like Hezekiah, before The Lord, his peaceful departure was assured,
But, he was righteous in his day, this of our leaders we couldn’t say.
Maybe some are just deceived, tricked into what they have believed,
Following others, of a darker call, as instruments of our Nation’s fall.
These men no one could call dumb, but, are blind to what’s to come,
As one another, they utterly praise, they’re preparing for darker days.
Whether they do or do not know, in their said direction we cannot go,
In the light of the Word of God, as they legislate with a wink and nod,
Turning aside any righteousness, through much deceitful wickedness,
They will only invite God’s Wrath, if they continue on the elected path.
What many just don’t understand, is where as a nation, we now stand,
And as a country, we need to repent, to have a Righteous God relent,
To delay the judgment due to us, as a nation whom “in God we Trust”.
So that we can better represent, the Eternal Laws which God has sent.
(Copyright ©11/2009)
A Frightening Dream
After a sacred kill
you thrived in scriptures.
Many centuries have passed for us
living without you.
Thyme will preserve you body,
your brain, syndrome, for our children.
When the apocalypse starts,
Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive
and every death will be accounted for.
From mars the ice will come.
And people will bow before
the chariot of sun for breaking the stars.
Why the sadness is pouring?
I was not afraid of falling saints,
of big poles, but the masks of bones and skull.
Those veils are burning. The grandmothers
look at the blue sky and again we are
distributing our secrets to poor.
poem by Satish Verma
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Limit
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But, to drive us apart with negative minds.
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But to hold us together with positive works.
Toad, load, road, broad!
Ignominious,
Tent, intent;
test, attest;
Mutter, butter, cutter, utter, gutter, putter! !
But, let us all try to do positive works only in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dis poetry
Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed
It gets into me dreadlocks
It lingers around me head
Dis poetry goes wid me as I pedal me bike
IÕve tried Shakespeare, respect due dere
But did is de stuff I like.
Dis poetry is not afraid of going ina book
Still dis poetry need ears fe hear an eyes fe hav a look
Dis poetry is Verbal Riddim, no big words involved
An if I hav a problem de riddim gets it solved,
IÕve tried to be more romantic, it does nu good for me
So I tek a Reggae Riddim an build me poetry,
I could try be more personal
But youÕve heard it all before,
Pages of written words not needed
Brain has many words in store,
Yu could call dis poetry Dub Ranting
De tongue plays a beat
De body starts skanking,
Dis poetry is quick an childish
Dis poetry is fe de wise an foolish,
Anybody can do it fe free,
Dis poetry is fe yu an me,
DonÕt stretch yu imagination
Dis poetry is fe de good of de Nation,
Chant,
In de morning
I chant
In de night
I chant
In de darkness
An under de spotlight,
I pass thru University
I pass thru Sociology
An den I got a dread degree
In Dreadfull Ghettology.
Dis poetry stays wid me when I run or walk
An when I am talking to meself in poetry I talk,
Dis poetry is wid me,
Below me an above,
Dis poetry's from inside me
It goes to yu
WID LUV.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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