Ludicrous Lingo
I asked a waiter for some food
And can't complain that he was rude,
'NO PROBLEM, sir! ' was what he said
(I wished the little blighter dead! ! !)
I just can't stand that sort of talk,
So I fiddled with my knife and fork.
Then when it arrived the foolish boy
Came out with 'There you are, ENJOY! '
(I suppose I really shouldn't complain
But this use of words drives me insane! ! !)
I left a tip and heard him say
'Goodbye now, have an AWESOME day! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Your Silence
You stand on a mountain taking a view of the vast space
Like any other men and women you have the right to stand in the middle of these
Hills and the rolling sights of everything like some big waves
On this forest,
What you cannot stand like the rest is the sound of howling emptiness
You are on top of the situation I suppose
You are very near the clouds
You talk to each of them that drift and pass but you have not heard even a single
Word,
The birds that pass and go away from where you stand know this
Each has shed a feather or two as tribute
They know much better and they have flown away and lived their ways
They know much better and so they have no reason
To complain. Look at you, your silence is growing like cancer in your ears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As I Said Before
And I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my minds insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
As I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my mind's insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
Leaves on the trees
Nothing more to believe
I can't be sure
And I know I'm not crazy
Life is just a pleasant breeze
Tides rush the shore
Pleasing me a little more
Nothing here to fight me
Everything delight's me
Hope I get my tea by 4
But don't lay no second laughs down my way
Don't let the evening's that devour you lie forever
Don't you lay no second laughs down my way
Don't let the evening's that devour you lie forever
As I said before
I don't want no more
And I can't complain
'cause my mind's insane
I won't say it again and I won't even think about it
I just hope you believe me but I
think that you're gonna doubt it
when I say it again
song performed by by Zebra
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Suppose We Should Feel Happy
Suppose we should feel happy for to live another day
When one more wealthy person by the reaper called away
Into the life hereafter if there be such a thing
Who can say of this paradise where happy angels sing.
Suppose we should feel happy though circumstance we curse
We may not have much money though things could be far worse
And we ought to count our blessings for our good gift of health
Though it would seem a bonus to add to that some wealth.
Suppose we should feel happy and we ought not complain
If we can't afford the roof repairs though it always leaks in rain
This is the Christian principle 'be happy with your lot'
But how can you feel happy if money you haven't got? .
Suppose you should feel happy though the rent is overdue
And the landlord for his payment is pressurizing you
And your fridge is almost empty and not much food left to eat
And you and your wife and two young children might soon be on the street.
Suppose we should feel happy though we are in the red
And we can't sleep for worrying we toss and turn in bed
And the refrigerator is empty and the child cry to be fed
And suppose we should feel happy 'those words are easily said'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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All Your Wishes Will be Granted
'Where's my dog-food?
I've asked a hundred times.
Where's my can of dog-food? '
a woman demanded,
Friday
at the staff and patients' meeting.
Saturday at lunch
in the stainless-steel canteen
where we queued for our food,
with knife and fork alongside,
a tin of dog-food stood on her tray.
At Tara (mental) Hospital 1981
poem by John Garth Raubenheimer
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The Curse Of The Greedy Gentlemen
Once there was a man that came into a Chinese store, the man asked for his food but when it arrived never thanked his waiter.2Never grateful of anything the gentlemen tasted the food that was served to him and spat it out in disgust. He then got his food and throw it upon the waiters face.4He explain that it was the worst food he had ever tasted in his life. The man, now filled with rage, cursed the gentleman to forever eat the food until he was as big as a house, and not to stop until he felt the pain from dieing from obesity.6So the man stormed out of the restaurant and when back to his home. When he had awakened the next day he had memory for the previous day but still went back to the same restaurant, and this time instead of eating the food and stopping the complain he kept eating, and eating, until he died of obesity in that very restaurant.8The man then arose and repeated his day of dieing from obesity, and again, and again. The man tried to apologize for his actions but it was to late, he was doomed forever to keep eating everyday, to feel the same pain every time, and to dieing each day, because of this ungratefulness.10For as the old saying goes: "Those who are grateful are those who show love, and those who show love are those who live long lives, and those who live long lives are never greedy."
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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On A Plain (Live) (10 Jan 92 Soundcheck, MTV Studios, NYC)
Nirvana- On A Plain
I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that I scratched 'til I bled
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
My brother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say
It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
One more special message to go
And then I'm done then I can go home
I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
I can't complain
I'm on a plain
song performed by by Nirvana
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I Don't Complain
if the most stupid
among us here
gets the reward
it is not a problem
with me
it's the owner's
prerogative i suppose
&
i am just an ordinary
employee here
earning my living
&
if the most unqualified
among us here
becomes the boss
well
it's no problem with me
it's managerial priority
&
i am nothing but
just their lowly employee
to hire and then to fire
i have no right to complain
this company is theirs not mine
not ours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Complain
We complain
When in other countries people are in pain
We complain
And on the other side, conditions are inhumane
We complain
Many people want to ascertain
I don't eat cheese
While in other countries people die of disease
I don't want to clean my room
While many people starve just wanting food to consume
My mom just gave me 50 dollars and thats not enough
In different places people can't even pay for rent; life is tough
We complain
Many people, their life they can't sustain
Parents their kids they can't maintain
On Christmas people can't even buy a candy cane
People feeling like they're drowning in acid rain
And we complain
People out there who can't even afford to watch an ad campaign
People hiding on the streets because of shame
Because themselves are the ones to blame
Many things they detain
People out there who wish they were slain
People who wear the same clothes with the same little stain
People sleeping out in the rain
People who have given up and just start to cut their vein
When some people work and get their paycheck, they feel nothing they gain
Without insurance they gotta be careful because there's nothing they can sprain
Many people like in Africa have nothing to eat, not even a little grain...
And we complain
poem by Bianca Edwards
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Army Of Me
Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're allright
There's nothing wrong
Self-sufficience please!
And get to work
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is too exhausted
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
song performed by by Bjork from Post
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Nebakanezer
Nebakanzer never knew
He left his needle outside in the rain
And it rusted through
He had twenty-nine blackbirds
But only one flew
Spent most of his time making holes
And licking his wounds
Nebakanezer lost his wife
She took her diamond rings and was
Gone before the light
She left one satin shoe and a
Very dull knife
She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife
Chorus
So tell us what the sorry singer
Might do
All of his friends complain
That they got the flu
They aint sick in the head
They look like the living dead
And thats not cool
Repeat 1st verse
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Cat Food
Lady supermarket with an apple in her basket
Knocks in the managers door;
Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack
Lays out her goods on the floor;
Everything shes chosen is conveniently frozen.
Eat it and come back for more!
Lady window shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up a chemical brew;
Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre
Knows how to flavour a stew.
Never need to worry with a tin of hurri curri:
Poisoned especially for you!
No use to complain
If youre caught out in the rain;
Your mothers quite insane.
Cat food cat food cat food again.
Lady yellow stamper with a fillet in a hamper
Dying to finish the course;
Goodies for the table with a fable on the label
Drowning in miracle sauce.
Dont think I am that rude if I tell you that its cat food,
Not even fit for a horse!
song performed by by King Crimson
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Things Do Not Seem To Be Them After A Careful Seeing
a spoon
and a fork and they seem to appear
with food on a silver platter
when we talk we talk like poets now
after years
a spoon is no longer just a spoon
and neither is the fork
and neither is the food the food that we
eat on the table
and neither is the silver platter a mere
silver platter as it seems to be
for a spoon may be me and i may also be
a tongue and i could be a tongue to your
fork, a protrusion that stabs me like a knife
and the silver platter could be our mind
a garden where we put every seed
and the table and the cloth that covers it
with leaves and flowers
myabe our worlds, covered and uncovered
with some intricate designs
this could be our world now. a world of poems
where everything is a roll of sensitive skin
a mind so fertile with its array of metaphors
and similes and
exaggerations, and these make us so happy
we tiptoe, we choose the word, we equate
every object to a meaning, we dance to a lot
of its nuances, and then we touch and then
we are so silent. we choose not to hurt.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Do They Complain?
Why do lonely people complain?
Do they want others to solve
The problem
They most likely created
By themselves
For themselves?
Why do lonely people complain?
Don't they know
Most people are afraid?
And those that aren't afraid,
Cannot help them?
Why do lonely people complain,
When the way
To break the hold
That loneliness has on them
Is through action?
poem by Lonely People Champion
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When you say goodbye
When You Say Goodbye
BY: Jean Pullman
I met you in a restaurant.
I didn’t even want to stop
But then you looked my way and you asked me for my name.
I heard your voice and I melted,
I couldn’t believe your touch when I felt it
But now you have to leave,
And inside I start to bleed.
CHORUS
When you say goodbye
You make my heart cry
When you say hello
You make my pain go
So please don’t say goodbye
No please don’t say goodbye.
For if say goodbye,
Then I just might die.
We’ve been talking for awhile
When I see you, you bring out my inner child
I wish that I could be yours
But, one problem you have a girl
A girl who’s suppose to be your girlfriend
Instead of filling she rips your heart wide open
You come to me and cry about your love
She I wish you’d get rid of.
CHORUS
When you say goodbye
You make my heart cry
When you say hello
You make my pain go
So please don’t say goodbye
No please don’t say good bye.
For if you say goodbye,
Then I just might die.
I don’t know what to do
Because I am helpless without you
I no longer want to say goodbye
I no longer will let you cry
I will show you a love so true and pure
That you’ll want nothing to do with her.
CHORUS(different)
I’ll bet she’ll hate when you say goodbye
You’ll make her black heart cry
You leave and now when you say hello
I know that you won’t let me go.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Jealousy
I cant complain about the way we tried,
So maybe its time to say goodbye,
Not gonna look around
Im just gonna look away.
Dont put the reasons back in my head,
You say you loved me now youve left me for dead,
Oh I just cant stand it this way.
Oh jealousy, coming over me,
Its that jealousy, breaking my heart.
Whoa jealousy, taking control of me,
Now ya just gotta know,
That I cant let it go,
And its time that ya knew,
I cant stop loving you.
You say Im a sentimental fool,
But all I tried to do is go with you,
Not gonna look around
Im just gonna look away.
Its been a battle since you broke my heart,
I tell you now that its been coming down hard,
Oh I just cant stand another day.
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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My Trip To Auschwitz
I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
In comparison to the tragedy that has befallen here.
I have nothing of value to lose.
What is value?
What can I consider a true loss?
Nothing.
In comparison to the holocaust.
poem by Rachel Henley
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Bird Flyin' High
Hey there little bird
look what you've done to me.
I looked up to see you fly
and I felt something hit my eye.
Now I ask myself just why
I looked up at all.
They tell me I shouldn't complain
for it's good luck, are they insane?
Never more will I see you fly
'Cause I'm not lookin' up that high.
Not gonna take a chance with my eye
to see what's gonna fall.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Must I Complain, O God, I Pray?
When you made me by love thine,
And called me sweetly by my name,
And wrote it in your palm divine,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you chose me for job fine,
And gave me breath in special way,
And made me walk on earth, ravine,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you led me through hill, vale,
And desert, plain, seasons umptine,
And kept me safe through flood and hale,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you watched o'er me night, day,
And fed, clothed, sheltered me all life,
And held me by right hand en way,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you suffered, died on cross,
And resurrected on third day,
And wait for me with Father Boss,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you are Almighty God,
And love to see my soul back pure,
And fair in judgment, just in rod,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
Fondly dedicated to my dear elder sister,
Miss. Noeline Mary Clemencia BSc., B.T.,
On her birthday today
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-02-'12
poem by John Celes
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Use To Scuttlebutt
Any time spent evaluating is beneficial.
And taking life for granted,
Is ultimately what one discovers...
During this process.
Time is not on hold and waiting for no one.
Or is it clipping fingernails to improve the look,
Of its hands!
They move forward,
That's it!
Many sit and wish their lives were different,
Than the ones they lived yesterday.
When they were sitting wishing their lives,
Were different than they were...
When those yesterdays came to then go away.
The problem with most people...
Being real with themselves!
And detest others who are!
Listen to those who complain closely.
It is either someone or something done...
That comes between them,
And what it is they wish to do.
Rarely is it that those who make attempts,
Have the time to whine or dine to then say to another...
'I know I shouldn't have done that!
I can't afford to gain one more pound.'
People lie to themselves.
And listening to those who complain closely...
They will excuse what they do to repeat what they've done.
And protest about it when they are denied.
To then get upset,
When someone chooses to walk away from them...
And the nonsense they have prioritized,
To use to scuttlebutt!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I complain of my own nothingness
I COMPLAIN OF MY OWN NOTHINGNESS
I complain of my own nothingness
And I ask God for Help.
Am I a hypocrite or just a fool?
Or perhaps more kindly put
A person of the eternal human contradictions?
I complain of my own nothingness
And ask God for Help.
God Who has given me so much,
Why did You also have to give me
My sense of my own nothingness, also?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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