Hodge
He plays with other boys when work is done,
But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,
Yet where there's mischief he can find a way
The first to join and last [to run] away.
What's said or done he never hears or minds
But gets his pence for all the eggs he finds.
He thinks his master's horses far the best,
And always labours longer than the rest.
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he journeys slow.
In surly speed he helps the maids by force
And feeds the cows and hallos till he's hoarse;
And when he's lame they only jest and play
And bid him throw his kiby heels away.
poem by John Clare
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Much Longer
I'm stuck
Inside
Can't get this done wish I could hide
This scene is really such a pain
I just
Can't see
How this is any use to me
This work is drivin' me insane
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
It's on
My mind
I think I'm runnin out of time
This weight is more than I can take
That clock
Is slow
It's never gonna let me go
This time I need more than just a break
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
And here I go again (and here I go again)
Wondering when (when)
I can have my time to play
(Can anybody tell me)
(Can anybody, can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can
How much longer until I can play that game
(I want to play that game)
Play that game
(I want to play that game)
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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You Must Be A Lame
women you act high class,
richer then a speed past,
can't even say hey,
when you past by,
now you look like,
a stuck up fool,
look what school taught you,
to act like you better girl,
with all your cheddar girl,
I'm here to tell you,
go get a life,
you got on my bad side,
with all that high class,
think you better then,
everybody else crap,
girl you need some,
new lessons stop protesting,
you call us men lames,
because how we do to you,
look at how you act,
women you so high class,
that you think you have,
more empowerment then god,
that's your butt,
because it will be grass,
so I guess,
you must be a lame,
as you call me lame.
poem by Tommy Laster
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I Know How The River Feels
(steven dale jones/amy powers)
(track 9 - time 3:40)
They say for everyone, theres that certain one
Out there, somewhere
Id been looking hard, searching every heart
Getting nowhere
Didnt know I was making my way to you
Now I know how the river feels
When it reaches the sea
And finally finds the place
It was always meant to be
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journeys through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
Miles of loneliness, now make perfect sense
Here beside you
Tears like water fall, it was worth it all
Just to find you
And yours are the last arms Ill run to
Now I know how the river feels
When it reaches the sea
And finally finds the place
It was always meant to be
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journeys through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
Holding fast, home at last
Knowing the journeys through
Lying here with you
I know how the river feels
Oh, I know how the river feels
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Urgent
Youre not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, dont want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you wont come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound
Got fire in your veins
Burnin hot but you dont feel the pain
Your desire is insane
You cant stop until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder as I look in your eyes
Maybe youre thinking of some other guy
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
Thats why you call me in the middle of the night
You say its urgent
So urgent, so oh oh urgent
Just wait and see
How urgent my love can be
Its urgent
You play tricks on my mind
Youre everywhere but youre so hard to find
Youre not warm or sentimental
Youre so extreme, you can be so temperamental
But Im not looking for a love that will last
I know what I need and I need it fast
Yeah, theres one thing in common that we both share
Thats a need for for each other anytime, anywhere
It gets so urgent
So urgent
You know its urgent
I wanna tell you its the same for me
So oh oh urgent
Just you wait and see
How urgent our love can be
Its urgent
You say its urgent
Make it fast, make it urgent
Do it quick, do it urgent
Gotta rush, make it urgent
Want it quick
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
Urgent, urgent, emergency
So urgent, emergency
Emer... emer... emer...
Its urgent
song performed by by Foreigner
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The Epileptic
His splendid heart is set within a frame
Of manly massiveness, and giant limbs.
And strong to move, he helps the maimed and the lame,
While his pride of strength the laugher brims
His eyes and spreads. He heaves his might chest
In mirth at every feeble joke and jest.
But sometimes in the height of joy he’ll start
Pale-cheeked, as though within his ear he heard
Some shocking whisper calling at this heart,
And knew the call, and trembled at its word.
And so he passes into horridness,
Within the claw of some hot fiend of prey,
And fights with blinded hands and pitiless,
Till back again he lisps his dreary way.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Lame Duck
They can call it,
Roasted turkey.
Defeated Wizard of Gloss.
Stalemate.
Stagnated.
And a leadership incompetent,
As a lame duck.
But guess what?
Who is getting the work done?
And who is spending the time,
Trying to define concrete activities?
They can call it arrogance.
Or 'me' a rebel without a cause!
But guess what?
Who is getting the work done?
And who is spending the time,
Trying to define concrete activities?
Doing those things I said would be realities?
Lame duck or not...
But 'who',
Amongst you...
Believe,
I will allow...
A plucking done to my feathers?
Hmmm?
They can call it arrogance.
Or 'me' a rebel without a cause!
But 'who',
Amongst you...
Believe,
I will allow...
A plucking done to my feathers?
Let me 'waddle' through!
I've got work to get done 'and' do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be At Ease As Poet
BE AT EASE AS POET
Be at Ease As Poet
Behind the poet's weighting game
Encouraging free mind to test
All limits passed, Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
End meets whatever tears or zest
Are shed within our brief time-frame.
Sustained creation's doubly blessed,
Expresses much, yet mocks vain fain
As fit for those who'd talents tame
Surrendering free choice, impressed
Perchance by base externals pressed
Out over reputation lame.
Ease grows through harmony, on cue
Transforms to guest strange reader's view...
See Source poem JUST JEST
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JUST JEST
Backchat repartee plays game
Encouraging free minds to test
All views with wit. Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
Remains regardless tears or zest.
Insightful is each ludic frame.
Creative art is doubly blessed,
Expressions shocking, mocking fame,
Belong to those who’d talents tame
Exploring – not that prepossessed
Arty-farty crafty pest
Tarting reputation lame,
Receiving much, and giving … blame …
ICE cold within {s[p]}oiled self acclaim.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Just Jest
JUST JEST
Backchat repartee plays game
Encouraging free minds to test
All views with wit. Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
Remains regardless tears or zest.
Insightful is each ludic frame.
Creative art is doubly blessed,
Expressions shocking, mocking fame,
Belong to those who’d talents tame
Exploring – not that prepossessed
Arty-farty crafty pest
Tarting reputation lame,
Receiving much, and giving … blame …
ICE cold within {s[p]}oiled self acclaim.
26 November 2006
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n.b. {s[p]}oiled – soiled, spoiled, and oiled … soi led = self led
see below BE AT EASE AS POET
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BE AT EASE AS POET
Be at Ease As Poet
Behind the poet's weighting game
Encouraging free mind to test
All limits passed, Life flits, just jest
To spendthrift share, its end the same
End meets whatever tears or zest
Are shed within our brief time-frame.
Sustained creation's doubly blessed,
Expresses much, yet mocks vain fain
As fit for those who'd talents tame
Surrendering free choice, impressed
Perchance by base externals pressed
Out over reputation lame.
Ease grows through harmony, on cue
Transforms to guest strange reader's view...
See Source poem JUST JEST
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.
Ahh... Sports
Life's a bore, here's some chore
Pick up your gears, join the tour
Tag your spouse, break a sweat
Grab a tutor, take the heat
Swing a club, hit or miss
Play poker perhaps with a jest
Tiger and Stew were on the run
These guys were really having fun
A thing or two, I'd like to express
Give me a deal and I'll do the rest
Projects and tasks from day to day
I work when I work, play when I play
poem by Noel A Medina
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Darrins Song
Man behind me you dont know
Likes it fast better than slow
Hates the lin drum
Its his foe
Drumming one man show
Hes no p. i. t. grad
Rearranging songs makes him mad
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
You break two or three
Every time you play
Stop the music
Stop the show
Stop until I signal to go
Clacking always in the street
Hes the master beat
Obsessed with aliens
He is my best friend
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
You break two or three
Every time you play
Dont you worry
Youll be endorsed one day
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
My friend darrin has a girlfriend
She loves him so much
Even loves his furry hand
Hes a hockey fan the likes youll never see
Likes it so much
Hanky panky with wayne gretzky
Star wars video game
He plays it like a pro
Looks like chewwy but thinks hes hans solo
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
You break two or three
Every time you play
Dont you worry
Youll be endorsed one day
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
You break two or three
Every time you play
Dont you worry
Youll be endorsed one day
Hey darrin
Throw that stick away
song performed by by Goldfinger
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The Shadow People
Old lame Bridget doesn't hear
Fairy music in the grass
When the gloaming's on the mere
And the shadow people pass:
Never hears their slow grey feet
Coming from the village street
Just beyond the parson's wall,
Where the clover globes are sweet
And the mushroom's parasol
Opens in the moonlit rain.
Every night I hear them call
From their long and merry train.
Old lame Bridget says to me,
"It is just your fancy, child."
She cannot believe I see
Laughing faces in the wild,
Hands that twinkle in the sedge
Bowing at the water's edge
Where the finny minnows quiver,
Shaping on a blue wave's ledge
Bubble foam to sail the river.
And the sunny hands to me
Beckon ever, beckon ever.
Oh! I would be wild and free,
And with the shadow people be.
poem by Francis Ledwidge
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What They Were Looking
what they were looking for
are the answers to their questions
the food for their mouths
the progress of their future
a home for their children
a work that pays them well
what they were looking for
is the cure for their sickness
the lame to walk
the blind to see
the deaf to hear again
what they were looking from God
is their own
sometimes they miss what they should
have been looking to find
but God understands and God compromises
He gave the fish and the bread
He made the lame walk, the blind to see, the deaf to hear
and even if they did not ask
God gave them faith, hope and love.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
Sucker
Sometimes I wish I was the weather
Youd bring me up in conversation forever
And when it rains Id be the talk of the day
Oh sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer
I would rest assure that you would hold me near
Id be guaranteed to be just what you need
And there could be no ther way because your so, your so lame
Your tired words are all, all the same
And I would walk, surely walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
Sometimes I wish I was a bong hit
Youd let me in and love every minute
And tell the group the things I did to you
And there could be no ther way because your so, your so lame
Your tired words are all, all the same
And I would walk, surely walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
I see your world with rosy colored glasses on
What a right I would see wrong
I could never have that power of you
Someday Im gonna pack up and leave this town
Im gonna get my own things going on
And when I do, I will forget about how
Your so lame,
Tired words are all the same
I would walk, you know Id walk away
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
If I wasnt such a sucker for you
song performed by by John Mayer
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The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hell On High Heels
Bashful betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat
A serpents tongue calculating mind
Gets top billing for her hip shake divine
Look to the sky
No rain in sight
Better wear your rubber boys
If betty is your date tonight
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An hiv v.i.p.
Backseat panties down around her knees
Shes got no money
Cant pay the rent
Its a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back thats spent
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, its how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
song performed by by Motley Crue
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The real master
a part of me
i could name you
all their functions
a part of me
i could not fathom
the master
behind them all
the same master
works the lotus
each morn
petal by petal
little by little
till it dances
like a pretty lass
the water
when it drips its last
from the world
i too would follow suit
when the master
thinks it time for
all the blooms
to call it a day
and say goodbye
i too would follow suit
the plants, water, light
and me are one
as blood is to this physique
me bound to the world
tight as steel
though free to roam
mother and child
when the conscious part,
the physique go
i join the trees, water, and the master
to work his world
late grandma
see she is now a row of seeds
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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