Size 40
Cain, main, pain, vain, fain, rain;
Your shoe-size is 40 and i am about to tell you a story;
But your love is like a fiery land far away.
Dave, cave, wave, pave, lave, nave, save;
Shoe-size 40 in the land of care,
But you must distinguish between the unclean and the clean.
The monitor lizard,
The small lizard,
The large lizard,
The stock and the ostrich;
But upon the perfect laws i rest my mind,
And like the rain in its season.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Markus
Do not eat the eagle, vulture, kite and the falcon;
Do not eat the buzzard, raven, ostrich and the owl;
Do not eat the seagull, stock osprey and the hawlk;
For they are all unclean to your health.
Of an emission of semen to the love of an ovary,
Thereafter comes a baby into this world;
But try to teach your child the truth about life.
Do not eat the mole, large lizard, gecko and the monitor lizard;
Do not eat the chameleon, sand reptile, sand lizard and the snakes;
Do not eat the snail, turtle, frog and the pig;
For they are all unclean to your body.
Forty days to a male child and eighty days to the female child,
For she who has given birth knows the rules;
And you shall not have sexual relation with an animal.
Markus, you are the son of my sorrow;
and i have to borrow to keep you up.
Markus, you need to learn from your father always;
And do not eat the heron, hoopoe, bat and the rodent!
For they are all unclean to your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Leticia II
Of the horned owl,
Of the little owl,
Of the fisher owl,
Of the screech owl,
Of the white owl,
Of the desert owl;
But, do not hold back the wages of a hired man overnight!
Of the large lizard,
Of the monitor lizard,
Of the sand lizard;
And like the spreading of mildew in a home!
But, the blood of the tresspass offering is now seen around;
Because, the life of the flesh is in the blood.
Do not eat blood oh my sweet Leticia! !
And learn from the old paths always in this life;
For, the truth is always the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lounge Lizard
(ian hunter)
Well I picked her up on a saturday night
Pool hall poison but she felt alright
Oh dear what a sight when I saw her in the light of day
She was a speakeasy sleazer of the highest degree
Oh you should hear the stories she was laying on me
We really got it on as she held my point of view
Oh! shes a lounge lizard
Coming on strong
Who you fooling
Its me youre with
Lounge lizard
Come on come on
You got to be joking
Give give give yeah
Well I dont care if your sisters a john
I dont mind where your momma come for
Just give it to me
Just pull it through me
Alright
[golly? ] is a dolly got makeup on
I dont mind just keep your raincoat on
No hesitation no reputations to scale us
Oh! shes a lounge lizard
Coming on strong
Who you fooling
Its me youre with
Lounge lizard
Come on come on
You got to be joking
Give give give
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Oh! shes a lounge lizard
Coming on strong
Who you fooling
Its me your with
Lounge lizard
Come on come on
You got to be joking
Just give give give
Oh! shes a lounge lizard
Coming on come on
Who you fooling
Its me your with
Lounge lizard
Come on come on
You got to be joking
Give give give
I said give give give
Give give give
Give give give
Give give give
Give give give
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Lizard Life
I got the attitude
And that's all I ever say
Don't have to tell nobody
How their tail ought to lay
Had a sudden revelation
The heights that I've sunken down to
And I don't mind I can't find
My way out of this witch's brew
Livin' for the lizard life
Livin' for the lizard life
I stumbled on the way around
My own reality
Gettin' right-tightly wound
Past the pale of normality
I like big loungin' every day
On the iguana side of town
The lizard love
song performed by by ZZ Top from Antenna
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There Is More Something To Pain Than Happiness
mind you
there is something more to pain than happiness.
first, we always relate to pain, we all have it and there is no
need for a doctor's certification that we suffer pain.
second, pain always heals itself, like a lizard rebuilding its own cut feet.
third, whether we like it or not, pain gets in our system telling us that
there is something wrong. we are warned and we must take heed and act.
and so mr. failure. ms. dilemma. mr and mrs misfortune
fasten your seatbelts in this plane of pain
we fly to higher altitudes to destinations of relief,
and we land later on the island of happiness.
this is the anticipation
after the rain is the rainbow
after the pain is also joy
after this misery
bliss.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lizard Love
I was walkin down the street
When someone called my name
She had spiked heels on her feet
And she was feelin no pain
Ohhh must be lizard love
So I hid behind the newspaper
Turned to page six
She was in her birthday suit
Behind a crucifix
Ohhh must be lizard love
She was hangin big booty
She was puss n boots way up to here
Shes a little bit of heaven, a 24-7
A 10 every day of the year
Now there must be some mistake
Im feelin so high strung
She said i make love like a snake
I even got a forked tongue
At first I thought I was dreamin
That Id wake up and shed dissappear
But when I opened up my eyes
She was laughing and a screamin swinging from the chandlier
You know I never seem to give
Or ever get enough
And I just cant seem to live without
That sweet bodacious stuff
Ohhh must be lizard love
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Off To See The Lizard
Off to see the lizard
By: jimmy buffett, jay oliver
1989
I was raised by a maid who came from martinique
She wore geckos around her neck and bracelets on her feet
A superstitious woman from the land of sugar cane
Shed sing the sun to bed and dance out in the rain
Dance out, dance out, dance out in the rain
Shed excite us with a legend that the africans told
About a red iguanna who turned lava into gold
Wed mount an expedition heading up into the bay
Superstitious children playing pirate for the day
Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Being rich an famous seems to have its ups and downs
But thats the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns
Godzillas halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in michigan or maybe out on mars
Dance out, dance out, dance out to the stars
But living in the briar patch aint what it appears
Sooner or later youve got to face your fears
I heard it from the parrot verbalizing in the tree
I heard in the songline of the aborigine
Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Does it work for me? (yeah, yeah)
Will it work for you? (yeah, yeah)
If you believe it will (yeah, yeah)
It will come true (yeah, yeah)
I got problems with my brain underneath my curls
Problems with loraine and all the other girls
Love a wealthy woman and the pretty plane she flys
If you think this sounds confusing you should see it through my eyes
Dancing, dancing, dancing through my eyes
Im turning off the waterfall the tourists can go home
I feel it time to travel take time to write a poem
Time to seek some therapy Im going walkabout
Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt
Chorus:
Off to see the lizard
Off to see the lizard
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me might work for you
Deja deja deja vu
Believe it and it will come true
Veja veja veja du
What works for me will work for you
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Shoe-Size
Please, try to tell me your shoe-size next time;
For there is something in the soup!
Cop, coop!
Lop, loop!
Desert, dessert!
Super, supper!
Upper, supper;
Upon the muse of love and of the muse of peace! !
But, this is all about your shoe-size.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Of My Tears In The Rain!
Of my tears in the rain!
Since you left me lonely without a trace;
Chain, rain, train, strain, stain, vain, main, fain, Cain, gain, pain! !
However, it was not on the same level but,
The Sadness on my face shows it all.
Of my tears in the rain!
But, are you willing to know?
For, you were nowhere to be found;
Even though you promised me,
And now, who can justify this act of yours?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fate
There once lived an olive green frog
in the back of a half-rotten log.
He was killed in his sleep
well, the log wasn't deep
and the killer was simply a hog.
As for truffles the hog searched in vain
it was clearer than glass and quite plain,
in his terrible mood
he came wholly unglued
but he later was hit by a train.
Thus the hog and the frog bought the farm,
it was sad that there was no alarm,
though the frog owned a clock
which went tick and then tock
'till the sun was well past the yardarm.
But one night there was Ezel the lizard,
he was known in the woods as a wizard.
Called to fix for the frog
his small clock in the log
a small spring disappeared in his gizzard.
Since no parts were on hand for the clock
they marked North and then South on a rock.
It would show them the time
(the idea was sublime)
'till the clock parts again were in stock.
But, the sun let them down and slept in.
(It is said she is partial to Gin) ,
thus two critters lost big
through no fault of the pig
but the lizard's huge overbite chin.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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A lizard that fell from the top of a tree wastes its time looking back to where it fell from; if there was anything good the lizard deserved, it could not have missed it while it was there on top of the tree.
Put The World In Order
Cain, pain, stain, train, rain, main, drain, chain, plain, vain, lain, brain;
And like silent killers in the land of your muse!
But affecting all of us in this world,
However, try to learn for the better always in life to respect the muse of peace.
Specialist,
Ingested,
Steadily,
Microbes;
And like the muse of your love in the land of beautiful roses,
But try to do the right things always to put the world in order!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A man called DAVE
I am a man, called DAVE
My story is boring
But you will be amazed to find
I am a man called Dave
Ordinary sometimes kind
A man called Dave
I wear a size eight shoe
Never get the blues
Never been done in
Nor comitted a mortal sin
And my childhood was full of grey and rainy days kept in
Monochrome at best but never black or blue
I was never starved or beaten
And I never went to Eton
Or grew up in a town house with a silver spoon
I can be quite erratic
But was never locked in an attic
I was never a fanatic
Apolitical
Never spiritual
Devoid of potent points of view
I am a man called DAVE
You may have seen me on the news
For being boring
And being conventional
A one dimensional
Just like you and you and, (you)
I could have changed name to JOE
Joe Public just like you
But I am Dave a man called Dave
And I'm so extraordinary for being square
Devoid of any point of view
I'm on the telly in the news
Soon to publish 'BORING SNORING'
my life story
Coming to a cinema near you!
Dave MY NAME IS DAVE
MY IDLE HOUR AWAITS
soon to be forgotten
Cos I'm like YOU and YOU and (you)
poem by Yvette Smith
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Sun
over ears of a coyote who's
running through sage.
mouse in arroyo is
watching for rain.
sky hawk strafes
lizard now
basking
in sun.
poem by Rick Stokes
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A banter in my backyard
I spoke to the butterfly telling her
I saw a lizard in the middle
of April at the edge of my garden
and how it was jarred out of its
shaded lethargy by the sprinkle
issuing from my watering hose and
not the traditional mensal showers.
The butterfly flitted her wings at me
which I interpreted as meaning
don’t pull my arms, “They were
April showers weren’t they? ”
but when I looked again at the lizard
now basking on the sun-warmed rock
the butterfly was gone and I knew
what I heard was the air whispering.
poem by Alex Nodopaka (2010)
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Shoe Box
If I take away all my sadness
And cut off all of my problems
While my concerns are blown away
My happiness fits in a shoe box
A size ten shoe box
If I eat my fears with sugar
Then clean my sorrows with alcohol
And I hang my tears to dry
My happiness fits in a shoe box
While I shoot dead my illnesses
And smoke up my doubts
I will bury my insecurities
Then collect my happiness in a box
In a shoe box I keep my smiles
And every time I laugh
I fold my laughter up
Then put it inside my box
Every time my box fills up
I open it up
And let my happiness run loose
Like a smiling drunken goose
If I take away all the bad
And I count every time I had some fun
My box fills up pretty fast
With memories that make me laugh
I only keep my happiness in a shoe box for a little while
I know is not worth it to hide it from the wild
I am the happiest when I’m happy
I laugh the hardest when I love
I learned to look at the brightest side
Happiness is not something you can just go on and hide
I live both with tears and laughters
I just choose to keep my smiles
Tragedies make sweeter my laughter
And tears make my smile much stronger
Happiness is a conscious decision
I have chosen to make this decision
In a shoe box I’ve been keeping my smiles
And every time I laugh
I’ve been folding my laughters up
Then putting them inside my box
poem by Angelica Duardo
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Some Lizard Thoughts On Another Night When I’m Alone
the lizard licks its tail
in a playful mood remembering
the younger days of its
short life,
IT is playing with light
wishing that there will be fire on the ceiling
too eager to please itself
upon itself
which by the way is our way of defining
what narcissism is all
about,
the lizard bit its own tail and
eat it
not worrying though because it can grow
another tail
in the manner of
auto-regeneration
which we humans do not have
really the ability to do
i watch it closely
like the cover page of the poems
of Gratian
till now, i cannot really figure out
whether
envy has seeded its discord
inside my
heart
or i am just hungry myself
and wish i had a tail
for me to eat
for supper....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give and take
In your helpless state
He will take
You; you will dine
On his table,
He will buy you a
Dress and what
You need, you
Will live in
His own house
He will take
Care of you
But there is no
Such thing as
A free meal
Nowadays, or a
Man with a
Hundred percent
Kind heart,
There will always
Be that element
Of give and take
And so when the
Night comes
He will, know this,
Undress you
And start eating
A little of you,
And you will give
In some parts,
That element
Of give and take,
This is a dog
Eat dog world,
My dear, so while
You are in such
A helpless state
Try the lizard’s
Way, start growing
Again those lost
Parts, and if you
Will, start growing
All those wings and
Then fly away…
Or if you will,
Start growing some
Scales and big
Crocodile teeth
And a long solid tail,
And you will know
In lizard’s name
What to do with him.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Yard
Go to the blue yard and look for love,
For your actions and your attitude need some care!
But shedding 'lizard tears' will not help you behind this wall.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Journey of Love
Journey of love
I released a dove
Into the sky, it took my love,
To the above,
It dropped it from the moon,
It should have floated like a balloon,
But it fell and fell and fell,
until it went straight to hell,
So I sent a lizard,
Across the sand it slithered,
It made it almost there,
But a man didn't care,
He ate it for breakfast.
I was so feed up,
So I went my self.
The journey was ruff,
The hills went up and down,
Even around.It thundered,
haled, and rain,
But that didn't stop me,
I still came.
But now I'm here,
My dear,
And forever I will be yours
And you will be mine.
The only one I will ever love,
The only one for me,
The one I will never forget,
The beautiful one.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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