April Fools' Day
In 1854 or somewhere around that date,
Someone decided...
This day for them they would celebrate.
Poking fun and playing practical jokes.
Doing silly things and teasing when they spoke.
April Fools' Day today...
No longer seems that day to display a harmless merriment!
There is an exposed existence of a sickness witnessed,
Everyday.
And not only on the first of April,
Are these fools spreading their massive illnesses...
To feast on the remainder of sensibility!
And determined they are to prove,
Fools like them...
Are no chickens coming home to roost!
But to rule from ovens.
As they bake to roast to feed their mindless tastes!
And this is their day to rejoice in their self praise.
Unfolding an ignorance that suspends indefinitely!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tommys Coming Home
(mccartney/macmanus)
She was counting out the window of the outbound train
All the poles of the telegraph
And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song of the rails
Couldnt make the sweeper laugh
Down down down so deep
Down down drowning in his sleep
Tommys coming home again
And a hawk hovered high above a skinny jackrabbit
Pursued by a hungry fox
And a broker awoke her from a fitful slumber
Then consulted his shares and his stocks
Down down down they go
Down down how hell never know
Tommys coming home again
And its almost april fools day
As he glanced on his paper looking through the veil (? )
He could see she was really upset
As she tucked back the ribbon in a velvet box
As he offered her a cigarette
Down down down she took a drag
Now hes covered in a flag
Tommys coming home again
And its almost april fools day
Almost april fools day
And the jokes on everyone
He had that premonition
Only dead men dwell upon
But how could he know that only twelve months later
She would wear her skirt up over her knee
And in the very same carriage shed be flattened with roses
And forget the tears of bigotry (? )
Down down down they flow
Now now now it just dont matter anymore
Tommy made it home again
When it was almost april fools day
Almost april fools day
And the jokes on everyone
He had that premonition
Only dead men dwell upon
Tommys coming home again
Tommys coming home again
Tommys coming home
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Atheist Day
Today is aptly said and had
As a day for Fools who say
Their maxim vain - 'There is no God'
Pride seals their fate away.
For such is the rigid sentiment
Of these atheists refusing
To face the Truthful statement
That God is indeed existing.
And thus like stubborn mules
Who would not budge an inch
These unbelieving April Fools
Today we give a little pinch.
'The fool says in his heart there is no God.'
Psalm 53: 1
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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All Fools day
Some say comes but once a year
a fun day of hoaxes and jokes on
friends neighbors, family
just plain folk, gobs, gooby, and noodles
When spring fever is upon
naive, innocents and unaware
Fools, beware of false scare
Scots go hunting for gwak amd
Chaucer's Chanticleer and fox
Fools are many the fooled even more
rumor and fabricated
greases the imagined
so easy for the medias to turn
Fools Day into every day,
seek to celebrate one day
no different than any
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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APRIL and a FOOL
APRIL and a FOOL
April’s Fool day
Preceded her
April Fool’s day
by just one “fool”;
ME
That day before
I had a Life,
the next day
I had a wife;
SHE.
As April’s Fool
on April One
I said we do
and thus began
the fun.
Smiling impatiently
The Fools of April One,
‘SHE’ and ‘ME’
Became a
‘WE’ …
April Fool …
I’m single still!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rhey W. Hedges, April 1,2007
poem by Rhey W. Hedges
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Devoted and Truer Fools
Those who 'use' to be the ones,
Depicted as fools.
With a diminishing done,
To any influence they might have had...
Have not been the fools,
Many were led to believe.
With a choice to ruin their integrity!
It seems those fools,
Had always worn tailored made suits.
And deceived with fake impressions.
Diluting those minds without a conscious.
And it seems as though,
Those who have followed the ones...
Impressing with dress and promises,
Have been made devoted and truer fools.
And today they know this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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April Sonnet
This April passes by me like the wind
New troubles rise as tension slowly grows
Despair has come and seems to have no end
For many fools have greatly brought new woes
But to my true friends did I quickly turn
They found for me my hidden days of joy
For even fools themselves will one day learn
They can not play with me for I’m no toy
Even in the midst of my confusion
At last I found new joy in her sweet eyes
Though again t’was bitter sweet illusion
And once again another white dove cries
To a dying April, follows May’s birth
With hope may May bring back some joy to earth
poem by Benjamin A. Wellman
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Protectors of 'Dim Wittery
Please...
Do not refer to them as fools.
That credits them with too much dignity.
Fools can be re-trained.
I've witnessed this.
Although slow the process.
Call them protectors of 'dim wittery'.
They will not understand,
And believe themselves complimented.
But at least they will feel a heightened significance.
Either way.
And of course...
We will still know them to be the idiots they are.
This has been their determination to prove it.
With an active recruitment campaign sustained.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Day My Father Died
On the day my father died
I should have been laughing
It was April fools’
But the joke was too dear
Usually it would be a quip
And we would roar
In bogus laughter
Today it was an eternal slumber
And we had to hush hush
Patrick would not
Sing of old roger now
The lyric would sting
Nicolas would not play ball
No one would cheer
Look at mama sitting
Like the world has closed
Soon her head would be shaved
And the accusers
Would come to say
She killed her spouse
Mama would then hold her breasts
Like a horrified penitent
And in tears forcibly invited
Say it was untrue
The mourners would cry bitterly
But when the food was ready
They would pause and
Demand a chicken
Before wailing louder
To show their despair
This April fools’ is dramatic
And even now I
Am undecided
On whether I should still laugh
Or cry my heart out.
poem by Samuel Munachim
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Whatever He Said
whatever he said to the mountain
he got it back through an echo
he said we are all fools and the
mountain gave it back to him
we are fools, we are fools,
we are fools, we are fools
he nodded and worshipped
the mountain his true teacher
the echoes have said it all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Isn't Science
Why is it,
That when someone has decided...
To leave others alone and their foolishness,
Sends out a signal...
That what the person is really seeking,
Is attention.
So 'they', the 'others', have decided,
This is just a phase someone is going through...
And they will remain the fools,
They believe endears them to others.
And they do choose to stay the fools with solicitation,
That popularizes with encouragement the entire population.
'Sometimes ignorance is bliss.'
Okay.
Point out one person,
That has become blissed as a benefit...
By their admission to being ignorant.
Just one.
'That is a challenge.
Especially when no one admits it.'
That's the problem!
Everyone wants to teach their method,
Of ignorance...
To discourage anyone making attempts,
To escape from it.
'So what is it you suggest we should do? '
Continue to pretend we are intelligent.
People will leave us alone.
This isn't science.
But trust me...
It works!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fools haven
The haven of fools
This is the haven fools
Fools do not like greatness
So they hate to progress
Fools lack wisdom
They are far from freedom
Their heart attaineth riches
But they don't have riches
Fools will perish
But the upright will flourish
He will nourish
Has anybody seen
The end of the foolish
Think for wisdom excelleth folly
Whom will you like to be
The end of the upright
Is everlasting life
Like a tree
Planted by the river side
Marry it, let it be your bride
Keep it as your pride
Do away with ignorant
For the truth is important
Fools has pleasure in vanity
But the happiness
Of the wise is in eternity
poem by Matt Ancient
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April, Dear April
April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.
April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.
April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.
April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
April April April April
April April April April
April April April April
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It Has To Be Witnessed To Be Believed
There are those who choose to represent,
The best subservience that can be found around.
This is more noticeable in smaller towns...
Where people live with big city dreams.
And their minds have been conditioned,
To not achieve anything more than medocrity.
And expect even less from those chosen.
To show their blatant disrespect with flagrance.
It has to be witnessed to believed.
And when one speaks of the effects,
Of this atrociousness...
One becomes despised as if a tradition exposed,
Has been severely compromised.
Like the keeping of an unflushed toilet as a symbol,
Of achievement.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And walls are built to surround this filth,
To hide and keep those lies alive in the bowels...
Of these 'communities' unseen,
In the midst of manicured surfaces.
To allow the nourishment of maggots to come and go,
As they damn well please.
It has to be witnessed to be believed...
That such unconsciousness perceives,
This activity achieves a certain purpose.
'And what is that purpose? '
A control over a divine and global ignorance.
To keep those enriched with their wickedness.
With a show of total disregard for the Creator!
Agitating...
A massive appearance of Super Intelligent Beings
To descend!
Saving this planet from complete destruction,
By such mindless fools.
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
And the outcome will not be prolonged in debates.
To allow incompetent jovial jestures to compensate,
For one's lack of a conscious comprehension.
These 'folks' are above and beyond those plateaus!
It has to be witnessed to be believed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The gods do not protect fools. Fools are protected by more capable fools.
Larry Niven in Ringworld
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Few Fools Can Be Saved
Pity the actions of a fool,
I do.
I've been there too many times myself.
With an open mouth wide,
Followed by quick steps.
To later hide in the collection,
Of pieces of pride scattered...
All over an exposed face.
I've learned few fools can be saved.
After a public display has been made.
To acknowledge a degrading of self,
Is brave.
If not,
Intimidatingly lonely.
And maybe that is the reason so many fools,
Have yet to see themselves reflected.
Since this requires aspirations from another,
To kick them where the ego hurts the most!
On the scene.
And not in between performances.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To release one’s hate
The wise are as much fools
To fools as fools are to them.
A man is as much irrational
To a child as it is to him.
A male is as much a stress
To woman as she is to him.
Each treats the other so
Just to release one’s hate.
21.08.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Let’s Be Fools To-Night
We, three men of commerce,
Striving wealth to raise,
See but little promise
In the coming days;
Though our hearts are brittle,
Hardened near to stone,
We can think a little
Of the seasons flown.
Lily days and rose days:
Youthful days so bright;
We were fools in those days,
Let’s be fools to-night.
We, three men of commerce,
Men of business we,
Gave but little promise
Of what we would be
When we wandered urchins—
Foes of law and rule—
Fearing only birchings
And the village school.
Lily days and rose days,
Boyhood’s days so bright;
We were fools in those days,
Let’s be fools to-night.
We, three men of commerce,
Men of business we,
Gave but little promise
Of ability
When we lived in riot;
Never drew the line,
Hating peace and quiet,
Loving maids and wine.
Days when money goes—days
When men’s hearts are right;
We were fools in those days,
Let’s be fools to-night.
We must wear to-morrow
All our worldly marks,
Calm looks for our sorrow,
Stern looks for our clerks,
Who, from trouble shrinking,
Tasting earthly joys,
Hate us, little thinking
Ever we were boys.
Days when kindness flows—days
When men’s hearts are white;
We’ve been wise since those days,
Let’s be fools to-night.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Fools Gold
(intro)
Fools gold, sparkling like the midnight sun
Fools gold, touch the ivory handles on my gun
(sold out to me? ), charlatans and thieves
(so wrong not to see? ), jokers and the priests?
Fools gold, stranded on a (point gloss? ) sea
Fools gold, nothing here and nothing to see
(sold out to me? ), the weasels and the feared
(and its so wrong not to see? ), the ghosts of the disappeared
All gone away...
(instrumental)
Sometimes, when Im touched by love, by hate, or by the grace of god
Sometimes, in the dark when hope is fading,
Or no longer flies,
I wont sympathize
Spend my time getting high
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
Tired of living on my own, someone came and take me home
Sometimes, this jungle life is boring, pawing,
Ready for a feast, someone kill the beast
Outside, streets are teeming, breathing heavy,
Ready to explode, my brothers heavy load,
What you reap is what you sow
Someone came to rescue me
Lit up like a christmas tree
Stranded here on my own
Someone came to take me home
(instrumental)
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
When Im out here on my own, someone came and took me home
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
Stranded here on my own, someone came and took me home
(instrumental fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Some People Never Know
No one else will ever see
How much faith you have in me,
Only fools would disagree that its so,
Some people never know.
Like a fool Im faraway,
Evry night I hope and pray
Ill be coming home to stay and its so,
Some people never know.
Some people can sleep at nightime,
Believing that love is a lie.
Im only a preson like you, love,
And who in the world can be right
All the right time.
I know I was wrong, make me right, right.
Only love can stand the test,
Only you outshine the rest,
Only fools take the rest,
Only fools take second best, but its so,
Some people never know.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Ship Of Fools
Went to see the captain, strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down, laid it on the line.
I wont slave for beggars pay, likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
Saw your first ship sink and drown, from rockin of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I wont leave you drifting down, but woh it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
Dont lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
Ship of fools on a cruel sea, ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought, when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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