Being Called a Fool and An Idiot
I sometimes miss,
Being called a fool and an idiot.
Especially by those doing it,
Who had been convinced...
And were extremely serious.
Now with so many,
Identified to be legitimate morons...
It seems much harder,
To create a new persona.
And an act I cherished...
Has no need to go on!
Gone are those days...
When I look forward to standing out,
In a crowd!
And preparing for those performances.
That brought laughter behind my back out loud.
Oh,
How I loved to entertain those so uninformed...
But now they are all conformed mourning!
And in a conditioned frame of lamenting sameness of mind!
My eyes I shield...
To hide the dripping of my tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Morons
We were morons from the day we were born
We believed every word that you said - boy were we wrong
We're all fat now - on the sofas - mini morons - taking over
Cos we're older now, older now, older now, older now
We were morons - red, white and blue
We were working class kids on the skids - with nothing to do
We're all dead now - in our boxes - holding on to what little we go left
Cos it's over now, over now, over now, over now
Read moron newspapers, watch moron television
All laid on by slimy little, sleazy little, phony little morons
Etonians, Harrovians, think they're the chosen ones
And they poke fun at scruffy little, spotty little, stupid little morons
Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons
Ha ha ha ha, they do nothing but whine
And they're slow all the time
Look at those morons, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind
We can leave them behind, while we're dumbing them down, we'll be robbing them blind
Ah Ah, morons don't matter at all.
No education, no informatioon
Morons are boring, ugly and small
They lower the tone, lets get rid of them all
Will to learn - gone away
Force fed garbage every day
We're the slaves of smarmy little, self important, petty little morons
Oxford - Cambridge - see how the other half live
Steer well clear of lazy little, filthy little, funny little morons
Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons
Ha ha ha ha, they're such terrible types
And they're not very bright - look at those morons
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
Let them fight every night, while they're missing the point, we can d
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Paranoid Eyes
Button your lip dont let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide hide hide
Behind paranoid eyes
You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You hide hide hide
Behind petrified eyes
You believed in their stories of fame fortune and glory
Now youre lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
And you hide hide hide
Behind brown and mild eyes
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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What Heppened To Laughter?
What Happened to Laughter?
What I miss the most not being a child, is its exuberance.
The easy tears and laughter, to jump up in the air for no
reason at all other that it gave a dizzying sensation.
I loved to go to circus, laughed uproar sly at the clown
and admired the lion tamer with his whip.
These days a clown’s mask is an unfolding tragedy and
animals should be free to survive or die in the wild.
But I still hanker for the days of innocence which is so
utterly lacking in morality. Now I seek refuge behind
irony a place where to hide my tears and hilarity.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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We buy names.
Called an idiot, I shall call back idiot.
Called a fool, I shall call back fool.
I’m appreciated as I appreciate.
Earning good name is buying good name.
20.07.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mary Called Him 'Mister
They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum.’
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John.’
He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and asked how she was getting on.
They’d parted but a year before; they’d loved each other well,
But he’d been to the city, and he came back such a swell.
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister,’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.’
He stood and lean’d against the door—a stupid chap was he—
And, when she asked if he’d come in and have a cup of tea,
He looked to left, he looked to right, and then he glanced behind,
And slowly doffed his cabbage-tree, and said he ‘didn’t mind.’
She made a shy apology because the meat was tough,
And then she asked if he was sure his tea was sweet enough;
He stirred the tea and sipped it twice, and answer’d ‘plenty, quite;’
And cut the smallest piece of beef and said that it was ‘right.’
She glanced at him at times and cough’d an awkward little cough;
He stared at anything but her and said, ‘I must be off.’
That evening he went riding north—a sad and lonely ride—
She locked herself inside her room, and there sat down and cried.
They’d parted but a year before, they loved each other well—
But she was such a country girl and he was such a swell ;
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Me and Laughter Together Always
Sometimes I laugh out loud
Showing you that I could care less what you have to say
All that matters is that my feelings are hidden
Hiding from those who judge me and those who love me
And Laughter helps me do just that
Laughter is my better half
Laughter stands with me when I’m bored
Laughter comforts me when I want to cry
He keeps me company through grief and through happiness
For better or worse, in sickness and health, through thick and thin
I love Laughter and Laughter loves me back
And yet you don’t know why Laughter makes Me
Look deep into my eyes when I laugh and you’ll see
You will find all the hate, all the pain, and all the hurt
But if that’s all you see
You’re not looking deep enough
Look past the tears that I won’t allow to flow
Look past the memories that I can’t let go of
And when you see through all the hate, all the pain and all the hurt
You'll find Me
I cover Me up with Laughter
There are none who can see the true Me
They can’t see through my Laughter
And if you should happen to see Me
I won’t need Laughter to hide anymore
Because I can cry on your shoulder
I can smile and enjoy you company without a single sound
Only then, Laughter won’t be my protector
Until then, it’s Me and Laughter together always
I hide my feelings through Laughter
So if you’re trying to figure out what I’m thinking,
Laugh with me and you will then see...-Me
poem by Nyoka Mitchell
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Village Idiot
Did you see the lad, on the corner
He was standing drinking wine
Wears his overcoat in the summer
And short sleeves in the winter time
Takes his holidays, down at the bookies
Well he knows how to pick a horse
Village tramping round the countryside
He wears a smile, but he doesnt say much
Village idiot, hes complicated
Village idiot, simple mind
Village idiot, he does know something
But hes just not saying
Dont you know hes onto something
You can see it, you can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
As he goes strolling by
Oh village idiot, hes complicated
Village idiot, hes got a simple mind
Village idiot, must know something
But hes just not saying
Well you all know hes onto something
You can see it in his eyes
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by
Sometimes he looks so happy
When he goes walking by.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Jack The Idiot Dunce
Whos the fool with the cross-eyed stare,
The turned up nose and moronic glare?
Whos that simpleton standing over there?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Whos that dumb-looking freckle-faced runt?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
He walks like his feet are on back to front,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
When he waddles down the street he looks kind of queer,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce,
Because hes got two left feet and taxi-door ears,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And when we laugh at the clothes he wears,
Jack just smiles cos he dont care.
Whos that fool? whos that ninny?
Whos that twit? whos that chump?
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
Who is always the bottom of the class?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Whos a fool? whos a boob?
Whos a kook and an ass?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
When we take examinations he never gets a pass,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And we all put him down cos he cant think fast,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
We ridicule him and punch him around,
But jack just laughs and stands his ground,
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
Yeah, hes so unco-ordinated.
Yeah, and so disorientated,
And when we have a high school hop
You ought to see that idiot bop
And his arms and his legs
Seem to have minds of their own,
And you dont need brains
To have educated muscles and bones.
Yeah, you ought to see him dance
He moves like hes in a trance,
And when we have a high school hop
You ought to see that idiot rock,
And hes finally proved
That you dont need a high i.q.
To make your body move.
Now hes created a dance that everybodys trying to do.
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Do the idiot dunce.
All right put your finger on your nose,
Now cross those eyes.
Put your hands on your hips,
Now wriggle your backside.
Now youve got the knack
To do the idiot jack
From your head to the tips of your toes.
Now the whole worlds doing it and everybody knows,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Hes a real cool cat and a real gone groove,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And the girls go crazy when he starts to move,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce
Now jacks a success hes got nothing to prove,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Even though jack is dim
His mother is so proud of him.
Hey, whos that groovy looking dude
Dancing with all the chicks?
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
song performed by by Kinks
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Complete Fool
'For clarification purposes...
Let me say this,
I am not an idiot.
Nor have I ever been an idiot!
I love brown rice.
I have always loved brown rice.
And those accusations to the contrary
Are hurtful allegations
To erode my many years of public service!
That I kept this to myself...
And away from those who trusted my decisions,
For more than fourty years...
I did so in the hopes that the gas I passed
Would go away!
It did so in past encounters!
When at the time,
I chose to wear my open toed sandals!
For that...
I regret.
I know now I should have worn my wingtips!
I repeat...
I am not an idiot.
I have never been an idiot.
I love brown rice.
I have always loved brown rice.
That I pleaded guilty...
I deeply regret!
And have since sought counseling
From a noted nutritionist,
To help me with my diet!
And decide how to best deal with this situation.
And again...
With the hopes that I am totally convincing...
I am not an idiot.
Nor have I ever been an idiot.
I love brown rice.
I have always loved brown rice.
I may be a complete fool...
But an idiot,
I am not! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Polluter
I will close my eyes and hide my face.
I don't want this crowd to see,
those tears that are running down my cheeks.
I'm too ashamed to show I'm weak,
but after all I'm only a girl,
a humanbeing who has a heart
and I have the right to get emotional.
Ref:
I will slam the doors,
or shout out loud.
I'm the one who walks out of here proud.
you're the one to lose,
you pathetic fool.
your words they bring me down, but that's all it does
you just pollute the air around me.
Disappear.
I will close my ears, I don't need to hear,
what I am and what I'm not.
their not comfotaint to say such things,
cuz they don't know me after all,
but in the end I'm still ahead,
I get to do just what I like.
the thought of this will bring back the smile on my face
Ref:
I will slam the doors
or shout out loud
I'm the one who walks out of here proud
you're the one to lose
you pathetic fool
your words they pring me down, but that's all it does
you just pollute the air around me.
Disappear
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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Keys To Locks
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
A taking and not sharing had been a way of life.
A selfishness fed...
Comforted them in their beds at night.
And disregarding warnings,
Times come that will not be as bright...
For them is not accepted.
Preparing for these days,
They prefer to reject!
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Are those who will never be convinced,
An accustomed abundance...
Has exhausted what has always been believed,
Would be theirs.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
Even those with traditions fixed upon a worship of greed...
Refuse to accept,
Their wishes, wants, desires and needs...
Must be removed from their customes.
Since no longer there...
Are the tricks and treats that once easily pleased.
Even indebted to others they owe...
Can not be digested,
In minds isolated with only a selfishness known.
And...
Those conditioned to perceive themselves,
With undeniable rights...
To receive even when cupboards are bare.
Demand them to be restocked...
From those they owe who have keys to locks.
Those who now...
Command the blocking that stops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day Old Shep Died
it's been thirty years,
that he's been gone,
the day he died, brought tears,
all day, i played his song.
for nine long years,
i loved him and he loved me,
the day he died, broght tears,
toward the end, he could barely see.
when he died, i was seventeen years,
my child hood died that day,
the day he died, brought tears,
during his youth, we were always at play.
him and i was, so close in years,
when i got shep he was five and i eight,
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals, off our plate.
he died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.
i can't believe, its been so many years,
i think about him, all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep, was all mind.
of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep,
the day he died, brought tears,
i'll always remember, that dog with pep
in memory of old shep 1946-1960 written june 21,1990
Personal Gift
When are you really going to say what's on your mind?
'Ive been saying what's on my mind! '
No...
You've been saying what's on 'our' minds.
We just didn't have the nerve to express it!
'Then why did you let me vocalize it so loudly? '
Well...
We wanted to see,
Who would disagree with you.
And if they did...
So would we!
But today we are in total agreement,
With what you have said all along!
Now we wish to know how 'you' really feel!
'Like a complete idiot.
A fool! '
No!
That can't be!
That's what we told 'them' you were.
When we all had jobs.
And our quality of life to protect!
'Excuse me? '
We had to cover our own backs!
But we don't have to do that anymore...
Not since the economic crisis!
And the reality of their deceit.
We were completely tricked by them.
Their calling themselves morons now!
And we and everyone can see that.
It's out in the open!
So tell us...
What's on your mind?
For real.
You can be honest with us...
Now!
You are one of 'us'.
'You don't want to know 'that'!
Trust me!
I wish I had heard this confession earlier.
I would have delivered to you my personal gift.
However...
I have just excremented! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Reasonable Man
You're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But I wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
I never was slight, or silent with you
For one hour of delight, in the gathering gloom
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring for you
Solo - Instrumental
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But they wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
And I'm not the man you think I am at all
I was learning to walk, and starting to crawl
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring back to you
And you're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Fool For Your Love
Writers: leo sayer & michael omartian
Oo, but love was just so hard to find
Until you came along into my life
Then I thought I would lose my mind
When you said that you wanted to be mine
And ever since that day Ive been hooked
And nothin could turn me away
This livin with yous like a dream come true
And it grows more and more every day
Oo, Im reachin the highest of highs
Every time I look in your eyes
Ask how I feel I can say it out loud
I feel like a million inside
I never thought this could happen to me
You got me just where you want me baby
For your love I would do anything
Every night Im a fool for your love yeah
Im a fool for your love
Im a fool for your love
Im a fool for your love
Hey Im just a fool for your love
Drivin home from this sleepy old town
When my days work is all through
The sun and the lights
Well I wish I could fly just to get back faster to you
I waited all day by the telephone
Starin at the clock on the wall
The hours are so long when youre free from my arms
And I just cant wait to hold you
Im a fool for your love
Im a fool for your love
Im a fool for your love
Hey Im just a fool for your love
Oo, youre givin me chills up my spine
Im feelin so fine goin out of my mind
Then and I dont care if it never stops
Ill love you right up until I drop
You know Im a fool for your love
Im a fool for your love
Im just a fool for your love
Im just a fool for your love
Im just a fool for your love
Im just a fool for your love
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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I miss you with all my heart
It’s early dark and already cold,
the winter sneaks in furtively
and I miss you.
Miss you with all of my heart,
miss every thing about you,
your sparkling laughter
that lies softly in my ears,
the gaze that caresses me
and the energy that you share,
the golden aura
that radiates out of you,
your head that sometimes
makes my shoulder a pillow,
your hands
that touches me gently
and how much
I want you here with me
no words can express
and the music
of the neighbours is extremely loud
as if they are having a performance
and I wonder what you are doing
as the night
folds alone round me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Charlatan's Lament
At long weary last this game is over
The sins of the past have fled from my shoulder
The sleep that I need is all I ask
In thought and in deed I have burned the mask
Here I am...
Here I am...
Enchantment is broken
I merge with the crowd
Oaths have been spoken inside and out loud
Emerging from under notions of god
In tears and in wonder I venture abroad
Here I am...
Here I am...
Can you walk a smithereen
Can you walk a smithereen
closer to me
Could you love a thimbleful
Could you love a thimbleful
harder for me
Encountered a loathly hag
Blood on the snow
She said "I've a burden to drag and leagues to go"
I left her down by the seaside
in someone's hall
By dawn's empty light I cried
for no one at all
Here I am...
Here I am...
Can you walk a smithereen
Can you walk a smithereen
closer to me
Could you love a thimbleful
Could you love a thimbleful
harder for me
I swing between tears and wonder
I swing between tears and wonder
I swing between tears and wonder
I swing between tears and wonder
tears and wonder !
Can you walk a smithereen
Can you walk a smithereen
closer to me
Could you love a thimbleful
Could you love a thimbleful
harder for me
Harder for me
song performed by by Waterboys
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Out of Bounds
There’s nowhere to run and nowhere to hide
The masses agree like the ocean’s tide
Everyone has a life that they lead
Some are for good
Others for bad deeds
What sort of life do you wish to make?
One where you give or one where you take?
People often like to run their mouths
Just sit back and listen
You’ll figure them out
When someone is deep they’re not hard to find
They’re often quite still with their mind redlined
Knowledge is power
Money is worthless
Switch them around
Now which has more purpose?
Many a question meet their demise
And only a fool argues otherwise
The body speaks truth and the eyes always show
A fake face doth shield what a fake heart doth know
Laughter and mischief are one and the same
In souls who see fun in the boring and plain
Do what you want and
Problems will come around
You could end up alone and
Smiling out of bounds
There’s always a choice from which to choose
If you know who you are
You’ll never lose
Experience waits so don’t idle by
Looking in circles for somewhere to hide
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Knowing Idiots
Sunday.
I don't eat by myself
So I leave the television on
To fill in.
The food is cold in my fingers
And warm in my throat.
A forgotten rerun;
A sorry substitute for people.
Sundays are awful days
With such a lot to think about.
I think about
Where you are
Right now.
And how you are.
I hope you're sad.
Real sad.
I hope you feel like ripping your heart out.
But mostly I wonder
Why you are.
I don't like idiots.
You shouldn't be.
Saturday.
An idiot sits in front of me.
The idiots is happy with a lump of plasticine.
See how the plasticine, see how she changes
With me.
But child, you're not the one playing with plasticine.
It's the other way 'round.
Wednesday.
Saw the idiot in totality.
The idiot was all smiles.
I knew why
But didn't understand.
Idiots are beyond me.
What the idiots knows
Only the idiot knows.
The idiot is real smart.
So I want to give up on the idiot
While I'm still alive.
But before I do
I just want to see the idiot cry
And know what it's been like
And what it feels like
To be a fool.
poem by Shikha Gupta
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Set to receive
Mind is set to receive
With all cunning ideas to deceive
Yet it is called brilliance
I too think same at once
It may travel far off and come back
Make the place and rightfully stake
Even thought nothing belongs in person as such
But it is mind with all thoughts and worries so much
They jumble up in mind and crowd
Speak in strength and so loud
I wish to get up and shout
Ask them to leave and get out
They create siren in head
Get me no where to lead
Don’t allow me to think and read
I pray them to leave and plead
They may invade aimlessly
This may leave me restlessly
I will lye down and not think much
They may come and go as such
Mind is their refuge ground
The place is easily found
Nothing to worry and plenty to explore
Make men desperate and compel to think more
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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