Lummox
Once I was a dolt, a fool, a brute,
Now I am a buffoon a bumpkin and bonehead.
My birdbrain thoughts made me blunderlike, a simpleton.
Like the dunderhead nincompoop hayseed I am.
Just call me meathead.
That's me.
A radient candela.
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Birdbrain
I am but a fool
To love you so
Simply a fool
I should have let go
I am but a fool
A ninny, a nit
I am but a fool
A birdbrain, a twit
I am just a bonehead
A halfwit, a boob
I am but a dimwit
A silly old goose
But I just can't help it…
My heart's made that way
I'll still love tomorrow
What I've loved so today…
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Coptic Song
LEAVE we the pedants to quarrel and strive,
Rigid and cautious the teachers to be!
All of the wisest men e'er seen alive
Smile, nod, and join in the chorus with me:
"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--
Children of wisdom,--remember the word!"
Merlin the old, from his glittering grave,
When I, a stripling, once spoke to him,--gave
Just the same answer as that I've preferr'd;
"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--
Children of wisdom,--remember the word!"
And on the Indian breeze as it booms,
And in the depths of Egyptian tombs,
Only the same holy saying I've heard:
"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--
Children of wisdom,--remember the word!"
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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I was just a bumpkin. Just a country bumpkin. I had just come to New York from Virginia. Or was it Baltimore?
quote by Cass Elliot
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Mayor Of Simpleton
Never been near a university,
never took a paper or a learned degree,
and some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
but it's nothing that I care about.
Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
and of mathematics well I want none,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
you'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I can't have been there when brains were handed round,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
and some of your friends thinks it's really unsound that
you're ever seen talking to me.
Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
and all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you.
I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
just feel I should say,
what you get is all real I can't put on an act,
it takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)
And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
how the home computer has me on the run,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
then I'm the man who grew the money tree.
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one)
Some of your friends are too brainy to see that they're paupers
and that's how they'll stay.
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton
of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one things and that's I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
you'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)
song performed by by Xtc
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Mayor Of Simpleton
Never been near a university,
never took a paper or a learned degree,
and some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
but it's nothing that I care about.
Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
and of mathematics well I want none,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
you'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I can't have been there when brains were handed round,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
and some of your friends thinks it's really unsound that
you're ever seen talking to me.
Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
and all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you.
I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
just feel I should say,
what you get is all real I can't put on an act,
it takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)
And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
how the home computer has me on the run,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that's I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton)
then I'm the man who grew the money tree.
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one)
Some of your friends are too brainy to see that they're paupers
and that's how they'll stay.
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton
of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one things and that's I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
you'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)
song performed by by Xtc
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The Mayor Of Simpleton
Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think thats stupid of me,
But its nothing that I care about.
Well I dont know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And thats I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
Youll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
I cant have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks its really unsound,
That youre ever seen talking to me.
Well I dont know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And thats I love you.
Im not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
What you get is all real,
I cant put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (and anyway...)
And I cant unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And thats I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Then Im the man who grew the money tree,
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That theyre paupers and thats how theyll stay.
Well I dont know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the nobel prizes that Ive never won,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And thats I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
Youll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
Youll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
Youll be warm in the arms of the mayor.
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton.)
song performed by by Xtc
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Anne Hathaway: On Her Famous Husband's Yearly Visit
You old baboon with pox red sores,
You mount me like your tavern whores,
Am I to swoon and faint with pleasure
That you've returned to ease your leisure;
You hayseed bumpkin, you thread bare fop,
You ride me like a saddled mop,
And squeeze me tightly round the throat
And besiege me with your belly bloat;
You dropp some coins upon the bed,
Am I a whore or a wife wed?
You complain I'm wrinkled, getting fat,
You scrawny toad whose ass doth flap;
With your garters and your silken hose,
I see the rats nibble at your toes;
We all must scamper, our Lord's returned,
May he be staked and public burned
poem by David McLansky
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Dunderhead
you upset my equilibrium
i said, i had a poem running
through my head
a poem of such sublime beauty
it was full of promises yet to
come
now it, s gone you dunderhead
you walking sack of broken tracks
derailing me like this
when a poem runs in my head
writing it, s self
with in my mind
mercily i have aked you time
after time speak not one word
untill ive sat
for a poem is flying in my
mind ready to be thought
now its gone gone
you you dunderhead.
poem by Graham Russell
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The most difficult character in comedy is that of the fool, and he must be no simpleton that plays that part.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Others See Clearly
You went out of your way...
To have me appear to be a fool.
Gathered with your relatives and close friends...
And made sure you had them believe that too!
You remarked about my attempts,
And embellished them with criticisms meant.
Until you felt your actions sealed...
Me as a joke,
To provide your zest and zeal!
You went out of your way...
To have me appear to be a fool.
But I wonder today what your thoughts are now?
Since what you set out to prove...
Has made others see clearly,
Which one of us can be certified now...
To be that fool you saw,
Had to be obviously you!
Congratulations!
Your efforts have been duly noted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willie Pennington
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,
For my brothers were strong and beautiful,
While I, the last child of parents who had aged,
Inherited only their residue of power.
But they, my brothers, were eaten up
In the fury of the flesh, which I had not,
Made pulp in the activity of the senses, which I had not,
Hardened by the growth of the lusts, which I had not,
Though making names and riches for themselves.
Then I, the weak one, the simpleton,
Resting in a little corner of life,
Saw a vision, and through me many saw the vision,
Not knowing it was through me.
Thus a tree sprang
From me, a mustard seed.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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The antics of a market buffoon provide laughter, but nobody prays that his child becomes the market buffoon.
Thoughts Of A Fool
I had a love and it was all mine
I drove her out, I mustve been blind
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
She loved me so, but I was untrue
Shes gone for good, what can I do
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
Theres not a thing that I can say about her
Except I dont know how Im going to live without her
I had a love and it was all mine
I watched it fade a kiss at a time
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
song performed by by George Strait
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Fool
(words & music by carl sigman / james last)
Fool, you didnt have to hurt her
Fool, you didnt have to lose her
Fool, you only had to love her
But now her love is gone
Fool, you could have made her want you
Fool, you could have made her love you
Fool, you only had to love her
But now her love is gone
Gone now, the love and laughter
See yourself the morning after
Cant you see her eyes are misty
As she said good-bye
Fool, you didnt have to hurt her
Fool, you didnt have to lose her
Fool, you only had to love her
But now your love is gone
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Fool, you only had to love her
But now her love is gone
Fool, you could have made her want you
Fool, you could have made her love you
Fool, you only had to love her
But now her love is gone
Fool, you didnt have to hurt her
Fool, you didnt have to lose her
Fool, you only had to love her
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Congratulations
(dave gibson, patti stephens)
Congratulations
You made a fool out of me
I hope youre happy
So now just let me be
I might be slow to lovers
But I catch on eventually
Congratulations
You made a fool out of me
Anticipation
You kept me waiting in line
Your situation did not allow you time
So Id sit home alone
Pretending someday youd be mine
Congratulations
You made a fool of me this time
Then he played it smart
You stole my heart
And tore my world apart
Guess you always knew
Id be the perfect fool
Congratulations baby
You win, I lose
Imagination
The way I dreamed it could be
Ooo, the sweetest sensation
Of how you made love to me
But now the visions gone
Its time to face reality
Congratulations
You made a fool out of me
Congratulations
You made a fool out of me
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 23
Nothing is better for an ignorant man than silence, and if he were to consider it to be suitable, he would not be ignorant.
If thou possessest not the perfection of excellence
It is best to keep thy tongue within thy mouth.
Disgrace is brought on a man by his tongue.
A walnut, having no kernel, will be light.
A fool was trying to teach a donkey,
Spending all his time and efforts in the task.
A sage observed: ‘O ignorant man, what sayest thou?
Fear blame from the censorious in this vain attempt.
A brute cannot learn speech from thee.
Learn thou silence from a brute.’
Who does not reflect what he is to answer
Will mostly speak improperly.
Come. Either arrange thy words like a wise man
Or remain sitting silent like a brute.
Im A Fool
(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: robin geoffrey cable, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Call me what you like but Im a fool
Im a fool - Im a fool
Call me what you like but Im a fool
Forever falling in lovewith you
Im a fool let me tell you
Im a sentimental clown
My total dedication built me up to let me down
Im a fool let me tell you
I really didnt see
That her face was in your eyes
As you gave your love to me
Im a fool - a fool for you
Call it what you like but it aint love
It aint love - it cant be love
Call it what you like but it aint love
Cos you dont feel the way...i do
Im a fool let me tell you
Im a sentimental clown
My total dedication built me up to let me down
Im a fool let me tell you
I really didnt see
That her face was in your eyes
As you gave your love to me
Im a fool - a fool for you
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Dark Grace
Was it a dream? All my roads were broken,
and I, being alone, of what to think? I distune
my thoughts; am I one in the ash of molten,
out of the world, abolished dreams, buffoon?
The Mistral blows, (my soul) , to my direction,
it's a world stuck (welded) , this strange year,
in a deep dream, I foresaw, my suspension,
and I was again a buffoon protector of my tear.
My vain efforts may become a threaded toy,
of your wind, a song benign in your tale,
thrown unerringly by ghosts, foolish decoy..
And I, windy tall, here I 'll be, in this wail.
So, be in Mist! A cold drift will be your next,
upon a sculptured bark, vision of lone beauty..
Was I handsome in your eyes and my text
a dropping dropp of lifeless Ocean, and a treaty?
My soul trembles (I said) cause I see an empty,
vulgar destiny where your beauty passed,
alone in a dim cloud of years, a crowned pity,
and I was a tear in a world of foolish caste.
Of Angels was this masquerade, broken wings,
(as I said) , with my buffoon's colored face
A Mistral wind, and I, a puppet, without strings
after aphotic eyes stared in me, in dismal grace.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Blind Woman........
it is brazen
candid, straightforward
there is no wink in the eye
and so you
believe it
to be the truth
and then you decide about
fate
of this
simpleton
who is defended by
another simpleton
upon a crime that the did not commit
but which he cannot prove
your eyes are hiding
behind those thick eyeglasses
they are not responsible
when you
finally speak about
death
the rest believe you
because behind you are the cabinets
of books
old books, filled with dusts
all over their hard covers
you are
a blind woman
speaking
with that firm
voice
like steel
in rusty tones
rabid
as a dog.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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