Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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Hodge
He plays with other boys when work is done,
But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,
Yet where there's mischief he can find a way
The first to join and last [to run] away.
What's said or done he never hears or minds
But gets his pence for all the eggs he finds.
He thinks his master's horses far the best,
And always labours longer than the rest.
In frost and cold though lame he's forced to go--
The call's more urgent when he journeys slow.
In surly speed he helps the maids by force
And feeds the cows and hallos till he's hoarse;
And when he's lame they only jest and play
And bid him throw his kiby heels away.
poem by John Clare
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Shame
Lame, limpid, weak
Sick morbid meek
My name is lavished in shame
Disgrace splashed
all over my face
disconcert on my soul disconcert lace
the beauty in me, shriveled, as shame mutilate
but did not kill only to humiliate…
my soul with impetuous shame
into my soul in abash
where virtue and vice clash
and ignominy prevail…
I wail, sick and pale
This terrible shame
With whip in hand did mame
But did not tame
My voluptuous heart!
For now its gone
And then I fawn
To gain affection
To hide my shame
To hide I am lame
Weak and meek
Disgusting shame!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Edens game
Snake was my name
all the same
I g by snake
just that 'tis a shame
gambling my legs to stake
in Edens game
I won going back Home; lame
to a home but lake
all the same
to the world my came
was nothing but a shake
though i lost the game
poem by Ebi Robert
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A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Football Frenzy
Football is a contact sport;
In short—a “rough” game.
It may leave you dancing,
Or it could leave you lame.
Armed with helmets, jerseys
And spandex tights—
All tough dudes,
Ready for the fight.
Digging in with spiked shoes,
And war paint on their face.
Staring down the adversary—
No mercy and no grace.
Tackles, hits and yard runs.
The scoring of “touchdowns, ”
With each team striving
For the coveted crown.
Whether dancing, banged or lame—
‘Tis the nature of the game.
And that’s okay with football fans,
They love it just the same.
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Part Time Piece
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Getting it on to finish...
Something quick and done,
May be fun for the moment
But the joy doesn't last for anyone.
And waiting for the phone to ring
For a scheduled fling or two...
Is such a waste of integrity.
Even when one is set aside to screw!
Like finding a toy to play with...
For those with nothing else to do!
Part time piece,
Or lover on the side...
Appeals to those appeasing,
In these times truth hide.
Just to have someone to claim,
They can ignite or extinguish your flame...
Is lame.
In the game of tasteless fashion!
Lame...
When it lacks of passion!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Alcide
Walking with Jesus the slow,
behind the beat. Mr. Resistance.
Mr. Ohm, Mr. Exactly Lame.
By some reluctance, some
restraint, if it be a restraint,
by some undertow and stutter,
the halt and lame can strut.
You can hear it yourself. Buy
a few records and think how big
a bass is to a small boy,
his fingers bleeding to grow deft.
Bandages are for amateurs
and they blur the tone, that habit
a bassist and his bass conspire,
the way a couple learns a stride
though the man's taller by a foot.
poem by William Matthews
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Change Your Mind
Why dont you ever listen?
Its you Im talking to
This time its your decision
Were into something new
I know that Im sinking
Oh any fool can see
Time that I was thinking
Of no-one else but me
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you cant defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again gain gain
Why cant you reconsider
Listen if you care
Take familiar giver
Reject me if you dare
Give me what Im asking
And save it all for me
Love thats everlasting
Thats how its meant to be
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you cant defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again gain gain
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you cant defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again gain gain
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Love Ends
love ends slowly
and then leaves you lonely
love ends painfully
and everyones ready to blame
just so they can put the other to shame
when all this is lame
its like a sick game
where no one will achieve fame
its driving me insane
is love just a sick game
poem by Sammantha Altebaumer
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My Heart is Lame
My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Perhaps to-day?
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Hit With Shame
hit with shame like losing my game
swollen lips are singing my name
tears are hot and drumming like rain
i’ve had it enough
had it enough
hit with shame like writhing with pain
every word’s proclaiming my blame
every effort turns out lame
i’m sick of that stuff
sick of that stuff
ask for nothing else you say
it’s your fault
you have to pay
for every day
for every day
for every bloody single day
hit with shame and hit with disdain
every move’s increasing the strain
every flower adds to the chain
i cannot go on
cannot go on
hit with shame like hit on my brain
feel as if I’m watching a play
think I’m gonna give it away
i’m sick of it all
sick of it all
this is what you get you say
it’s your guilt
and don’t complain
you must pay
you must pay
for every bloody single day
poem by Max Kuvaev
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Change Your Mind (Razormaid!)
Why don't you ever listen?
It's you I'm talking to
This time it's your decision
We're into something new
I know that I'm sinking
Oh any fool can see
Time that I was thinking
Of no-one else but me
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you can't defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again 'gain 'gain
Why can't you reconsider
Listen if you care
Take familiar giver
Reject me if you dare
Give me what I'm asking
And save it all for me
Love that's everlasting
That's how it's meant to be
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you can't defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again 'gain 'gain
Change your mind
Nothing ever stays the same
Change your mind
No-one ever plays the game game game
Change your mind
Give up what you can't defend
Change your mind
Think it up and start again 'gain 'gain
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Weak Or Strong?
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.
We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dead Poet
Who are you now?
By the same name?
By the same game?
Spark the same flame?
Shame.
Such a sweet girl all the same.
Go consume yourself at uni.
Uni, what a wonderful place
A frame to frame the endless shame.
But congratulations at the end all the same.
"your lame"
And yes I fell for your words, and your tongue, and your verse
Yes it hurt.
But now? Just disturbed is the word.
Unravel yourself, and wind your limbs round a naked flame
Get burnt.
Get burnt.
Get burnt again.
Don't gain, just play.
Just play in your new way.
You're nothing
You're the same.
It's a shame.
poem by Peggy Pollock
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.
Shaky Are the Checkers
Shaky are the checkers,
Opponents...
In a game of chess!
How can a rook,
Be mistaken for a bishop?
A strategy 'appearing' to be weak...
As the knight leaps,
To retrieve the pawn.
And put the queen in check!
Yet,
The king of the game...
Has not fallen to sleep.
His eyes are wide open...
Knowing wherever he goes,
Not protecting the queen's steps...
Would certainly meet with defeat!
'Checkmate!
That's game.
While you were looking at my bishop...
You placed your queen in my rook's lane! '
~That's 'not' a checkmate!
You just outplayed me,
By using a strategy that was lame.~
'But 'who' won?
That's all that was needed to be done.
You ready for another lesson?
This time I'll use an easier plan,
That wont leave you humiliated or keep you guessing.
Set 'em up! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corporate Intellects
They come in all sizes.
Those who take cheap shots!
With their lowbrow racist disguises.
To end up saying...
They do not abuse,
With the use of such devices.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
To say they are not,
The nasty snots they appear.
Only to confuse actions done...
That are overwhemingly crystal clear.
They have taken positions,
To advance their sick conditions.
And believe it okay...
To portray images displayed.
In a manner to influence,
Convincingly...
Their wicked decadence.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
Only to expose...
An insecurity of who they are.
That removes a mask what shows,
To reveal a backfiring...
Of a failed task proposed.
On 'all' fronts of their demented labors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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