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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Working Man
Words and music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin
Yes, Im workin all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
I get home at five oclock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wondrin
Why theres nothin goin down here
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess thats why they call me
They call me the workin man
They call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
Well they call me the workin man
I guess thats what I am
song performed by by Rush
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Working Man
I get up at seven, yeah,
and I go to work at nine.
I got no time for livin'.
Yes, I'm workin' all the time.
It seems to me
I could live my life
a lot better than I think I am.
I guess that's why they call me,
they call me the workin' man.
They call me the workin' man.
I guess that's what I am.
I get home at five o'clock,
and I take myself out a nice, cold beer.
Always seem to be wond'rin'
why there's nothin' goin' down here.
It seems to me
I could live my life
a lot better than I think I am.
I guess that's why they call me,
they call me the workin' man.
They call me the workin' man.
I guess that's what I am.
Well they call me the workin' man.
I guess that's what I am.
song performed by by Audioslave
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They're Plucking Feathers From Each Other's Struts
The only thing one can expect to come from quacks
Is something tossed from a mouth one should duck
Or stay stuck
Trying to absorb the nonsense thrown
They're plucking feathers from each other's struts
All over the place and in unsuspecting faces to see
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duck at Haldon Ponds
At evening watches the duck
slow feeding the waterline.
Praises the duck. Such a fine
white miracle breasting the mayfly.
Green of her tail feathers,
space of her neck doubled in water
paddles off with my mind.
Ducks I have known.
Old duck mates of mine
inspecting the meeting of air and liquid.
Make no mistake, duck.
I´d like to eat you well cooked
one bell-battered Sunday in April.
And I´d wear your gorgeous feathers in my hat,
make a soup of the bones
and give your leftovers to the cat.
She's A Rebel
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername
She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade
Is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate
Is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double
twist of fate
or a melody that
She sings the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brings this liberation
that I just can't define
nothing comes to mind
[x2]
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous
She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous
[x2]
song performed by by Green Day
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Rebel Girl
Gary Smith/Jim Peterik)
Published by WB Music Corp./Easy Action Music - ASCAP/Ensign Music Corporation/Fittest Music/Saber Tooth Music - BMI
Out on the edge of night
In any city you can name
There rides the rebel girl
The wild one no-one dared to tame
And the light in her eyes is a fire
Have you seen her
The rebel girl in action in the city
At night you hear her call
Oooh rebel girl
Don't try to take her in
She says she runs her life alone
She wants you to believe
A rebel's heart is made of stone
And the light in her eyes is desire
Have you seen her
The rebel girl in action in the city
At night you hear her call
Oooh rebel girl so lonely and so pretty
Bringing out the rebel in us all
Oooh girl
It's a lonely world, for a rebel girl
So far from home, she's all alone
In her rebel world
Oh, have you seen her
The rebel girl in action in the city
At night you hear her call
Oooh the rebel girl so lonely and so pretty
Bringing out the rebel in us all
Oooh girl
She's just a rebel girl (have you seen her)
She's just a rebel girl (have you seen her)
She's just a rebel girl (have you seen her)
She's just a rebel girl (have you seen her)
She's just a rebel girl (have you seen her
song performed by by Survivor
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My Work's
My work’s
My work’s was all for you and I see that I need it and now let me feel all of it’s meaning,
All plans that I have for my past was all for your future,
I found that you made me strong and now I see that in your love I define all love in your work’s,
Time is all moving so fast and there is nothing to lose for your essence we violated all your work’s and see that nothing but pain made me see that I need to prepare that we love all nature by what we all define for the new creation,
I see that you made me strong in my heart and find that you are eventually made me see that we are creature’s that search for a Creator, this is all I see and in it let me define all it’s true meaning,
This is all that I have and in your work’s I know that you never made me fall and now I know that in your love never make me hesitate and in your love I see that in your love let me love and in these work’s I know that you never made me fall,
I know that in all work’s I see that in my life you never planned to waste any of my time and in your immutability I saw that we shared equal opportunities,
Heal me and tell me that I need it all in me for the new creation that never made me to get lost in all love that made me suffer and know that the unseen in you is all justice in you and I feel that I need and in all love that is all love that healed all afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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(Encouragement Poem) A Change In The Tides
A ease of your suffering.
A tissue to try to dry your tears.
Some courage to overcome your fears.
Love is always near.
Even when it feels so far away.
The day will not be so easily forgotten.
No matter what the phase of the moon.
A fall and rise, as tides surmise.
With a loss comes a gain.
Freedom from pain.
With invisible ink another name has been written.
Time to make decision.
With a heart plucking all the feathers of an ugly duck.
Trying so hard to see the beauty not yet their.
What is underneath that you yet don't see?
A question of ones inner self indeed.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Soul Rebel
[Bob Marley]
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
See the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hillside (ooh)
Not living good, yeah! - travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah); I've got work to do (ooh)
If you're not happy, children, then you must be blue
(must be blue, must be blue) people say:
People say:
I'm a rebel, let them talk;
Soul rebel: talk won't bother me.
I'm a capturer, that's what they say;
(Soul adventurer) Night and day
(I'm a rebel) I'm a rebel: soul rebel!
Do you hear them, Lippy?
(I'm a capturer) Gossip around the corner;
(Soul adventurer) How they adventure on me, y'all.
But see the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hill side (ooh);
Not living good, travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah);
I've got work to do
(ooh-ooh; must be blue, must be blue, must be blue).
If you're not happy,
You must be blue.
I'm a rebel (ooh-ooh):
Soul rebel;
I'm a capturer (ooh-ooh):
soul adventurer. Do you hear me?
I'm a rebel, rebel in the morning;
(soul rebel) rebel at midday time.
song performed by by Bob Marley
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When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.
quote by James Whitcomb Riley
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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My Complaint
Work never seems to end
day in-n-out working goes.
Please may I get a break some time
in the break, work seems to grow.
It is like the weeds I see
in the soil, they seem to grow.
How ever I may pluck them out;
they find there way again and sow.
Work-a-haloes is what my friend call me.
to them work is easy cake
But work in-n-out like me
and you’ll be a hockey stick.
Work-n-work-n-work I see
even work in everyday chores.
Oh! This work never seems to end
with me it also grows.
'17th June,2007'
poem by Gaurav Bhaduri
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Fugue 2 / Song Of Daedalus
Call me cool as january
I walk like the breeze
And wear the world like filigree
Call me too large for life
Thats only sticks and stones
Im standing so tall
It seems that Ive grown
Call me irresponsible
Your rules of the game
Are only clouds to float above
Call me, lets do lunch
When I get time for girls
Im working on things
To astonish the world
Call me weird and laugh at me
I tell you its true
Ive found a cure for gravity
Call me mad as march
High as in hogmanay
Just watch me and weep
Im out of this maze
See the wings made of feathers, of wax and of thread
See me soar high above all the quick and the dead
Call me now
Call me stars and moon and plough
Call me lord, call me sire
Call me earth and wind and fire
Call me judge, call me shah
Call me king, call me tsar
Call me god
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Dizzy In An Empty City
Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.
It's crucial they and Donald Duck,
Take Porgie Pig with Poo...
And Tigger Too
To thrive on shores...
Where fresh delusions are safe and kept,
To grow.
'Cause,
Bugs Bunny ain't hoppin'
And a psychic with bad news...
Comes to knock-knock-knockin',
With some locks...
And close up all the doors.
Being dizzy in an empty city don't pay the dues,
Like it did yeaterday.
Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.
Mickey took his Minnie,
And they left to find
A place...
Where fantasies like theirs,
Weren't left on hold.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard'.
Dizzy in an empty city just don't pay...
Like it should,
Today.
'That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard.
That's odd,
Call the Wizard...
Call the Wizard'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duck & Run
To this world Im unimportant just
Because I have nothing to give
So you call this your free country
Tell me why it cost so much to live
Tell me why
This world can turn me down
But I wont turn away, oh no
And I wont turn around
All my work and endless measures
Never seem to get me very far
Walk a mile just to move an inch
Now even though Im trying so
Damn hard
Im trying so hard
This world can turn me down but i
Wont turn away
And I wont duck and run, cause
Im not built that way
When everything is gone there is
Nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down
No cause Im already here, oh no!
I am already here, down
On my knees
I am already here, on no, I am
Already here
I must have told you a thousand
Times I am not running away
I wont duck and run
I wont duck and run
I wont duck and run
No, no pass away
This world can turn me down but i
Wont turn away
And I wont duck and run, cause
Im not built that way
When everything is gone there is
Nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down
No cause Im already here
This world can turn me down
But I wont turn away
And I wont duck away
Cause Im not built that way
When everything is gone there
Is nothing there to fear
This world cannot
Bring me down
No cause Im already here
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Grabbing That One Brass Ring
Some choose to ride on the bandwagon,
That fights for rights...
And the replenishing of lost jobs and entitlements.
Others have chosen to ride their bandwagon,
Of less spending to be done...
With an elimination of too much government in their lives.
Both groups are justified,
In the keeping of the visions they have intact.
No one wants to pay for a way of life that is slipping away.
However...
They should not call their activities,
Bandwagons at all.
They should call what they do,
A riding on separate merry-go-rounds.
And build a bigger one,
To ensure all are seeing...
The needs they are seeking,
Have just one brass ring to reach.
And all the horses on that merry-go-round,
Are going up and down as they argue about...
Who amongst them should be credited,
For grabbing that one brass ring.
The only thing that has become more important,
For them...
Than the diminishing of gold,
Slipping away from the hold of their grasp!
Everyone wants diversity.
But no one seems to know what the word means.
Or who should be in a position to define it,
To represent all fighting to keep their divisions...
While a chasing continues for tails they can not catch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fugue 2 / Song Of Daedalus (feat. Violin: Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg)
[Solo Violin - Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg
Vocal - Joe Jackson]
Call me cool as January
I walk like the breeze
And wear the world like filigree
Call me too large for life
That's only sticks and stones
I'm standing so tall
It seems that I've grown
Call me irresponsible
Your rules of the game
Are only clouds to float above
Call me, let's do lunch
When I get time for girls
I'm working on things
To astonish the world
Call me weird and laugh at me
I tell you it's true
I've found a cure for gravity
Call me mad as March
High as in Hogmanay
Just watch me and weep
I'm out of this maze
See the wings made of feathers,
of wax and of thread
See me soar high above
all the quick and the dead
Call me now
Call me Stars and Moon and Plough
Call me Lord, call me Sire
Call me Earth and Wind and Fire
Call me Judge, call me Shah
Call me King, call me Tsar
Call me God
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The New Duckling
'I want to be new,' said the duckling.
'O, ho!' said the wise old owl,
While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling
To tell all the rest of the fowl.
'I should like a more elegant figure,'
That child of a duck went on.
'I should like to grow bigger and bigger,
Until I could swallow a swan.
'I _won't_ be the bond slave of habit,
I _won't_ have these webs on my toes.
I want to run round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
'I _don't_ want to waddle like mother,
Or quack like my silly old dad.
I want to be utterly other,
And _frightfully_ modern and mad.'
'Do you know,' said the turkey, 'you're quacking!
There's a fox creeping up thro' the rye;
And, if you're not utterly lacking,
You'll make for that duck-pond. Good-bye!'
'I won't,' said the duckling. 'I'll lift him
A beautiful song, like a sheep;
And when I have--as it were--biffed him,
I'll give him my feathers to keep.'
Now the curious end of this fable,
So far as the rest ascertained,
Though they searched from the barn to the stable,
Was that _only his feathers remained_.
So he _wasn't_ the bond slave of habit,
And he _didn't_ have webs on his toes;
And _perhaps_ he runs round like a rabbit,
A rabbit as red as a rose.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Wrong Friendship
You call me every time
You feel like crying
I have no intention
To help you every day
You ask me stupid questions
I don't know answers to
I don't want to be your teacher
It's a job no one would take
You call me for laughing
Making jokes out of me
You should have known by now
That I don't find it funny
You want to discuss about things
You know nothing about
Sometimes it's better
To be quiet
You call me for shopping
Spending your parent's money
I don't like spoiled daughters
Or mama's little sons
You call me to blame others
When it's obvious it's you
You only drink my energy
Our friendship cannot go through
poem by Kemi Kemms
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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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