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Don`t Join The Army!

Don`t want to go to a strange land and have my ding dong shot off by
a nutter with a towel wrapped round his head who sits in the back of
a Toyota pickup; don`t want to look like a billard ball with a body
who runs about and sings nowmybrainisdownthedrain.Hate to listen to
national anthems which sound as if they are composed by Arnold Schoenberg
and played by Miles Davis on speed; hate being told what to think and
who is right or wrong.And I really don`t need a name like Captain
Bombthemall-Beastly....

So to all politicians and generals...

Stuff your flag up the Khyber Pass, stop playing God and go home and read
Robert Browning in the garden - you`ll feel better too.

poem by Leslie Philibert
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The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
and they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,
Mr Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),
Mrs Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song!

'O Shovely so lovely!' the Poker he sang,
'You have perfectly conquered my heart!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple tart!
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight!
Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?'

'Alas! Mrs Broom!' sighed the Tongs in his song,
'O is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long - Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
That you don't care about me a pin?
Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ah! why don't you heed my complaint!
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong!'

Mrs Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
'What nonsense you're singing today!'
Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!'
Said the Broom, 'And I'll sweep you away!'
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!

poem by Edward Lear
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Corydon's Doleful Knell

My Phillida, adieu love!
For evermore farewel!
Ay me! I've lost my true love,
And thus I ring her knell,
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.

For my fair Phillida
Our bridal bed was made;
But 'stead of silkes so gay,
She in her shroud is laid.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Her corpse shall be attended
By maides in fair array,
Till the obsequies are ended,
And she is wrapt in clay.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Her herse it shall be carried
By youths that do excell;
And when that she is buried,
I thus will ring her knell.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

A garland shall be framed
By art and natures skill,
Of sundry-colour'd flowers,
In token of good-will.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

And sundry-colour'd ribbands
On it I will bestow;
But chiefly black and yellowe
With her to grave shall go.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

I'll decke her tomb with flowers,
The rarest ever seen,
And with my tears, as showers,
I'll keepe them fresh and green.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Instead of fairest colours,
Set forth with curious art,
Her image shall be painted
On my distressed heart.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

And thereon shall be graven,
Her epitaph so faire,
'Here lies the loveliest maiden,
That e'er gave shepheard care.'
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

In sable will I mourne;
Blacke shall be all my weede:
Ay me! I am forlorne
Now Phillida is dead!
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead!
I'll stick a branch of willow
At my fair Phillis' head.

poem by Anonymous Olde English
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I Do Not Hate.....

I hate the way you drive me mad
And the way my head won't shut
I hate that you can make me glad
And the burning that won't cut

I hate the way you made me fall]
And how myself i found
I hate my mobile when you call
I hate that stupid sound

I hate the way my heart shivers
The time you call my cell
I hate that thoughts flow like rivers
Inside my head is hell

I hate the way you read my mind
I hate what you make me feel
I hate how I've become this blind
I hate that you are real

I hate it how you stole my pride
I hate that I admit
I hate the way I boil inside
And how my heart you lit

I hate to think that you are small
I hate to think you're not
I hate to think that above all
I might not get a shot

I hate the things you make me do
And how you make me shove
I hate that i do not hate you
I hate it might be love...

poem by Jane Eyre
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I Hate (pleas read and vote! ! !)

I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate that you think you can read my mind,
I hate crying over you,
I hate that you say you care but you don't,
I hate the way you talk to me,
I hate the way you snap over little thing's,
I hate that you don't trust me more over then
someone who did worse then I,
I hate being a prisoner and a segregate mother,
I hate that I can't breath around you with out getting
yelled at.
I hate being accused of eating to much when I only eat
1 or 2 meals a day,
I hate of thinking of pro's and con's of living with you,
I hate of being a scrub,
I hate that I hate of being in this apartment that I live in,
I hate being so unhappy,
I hate that I'm about to cry right now,
I hate being a closed curtain,
I hate being the least favorite,
I hate that I hate my body because you criticize me about it,
I hate how you feel when you come home,
I hate of being scared of the time when I'm with friends,
I hate that I think your hiding me,
I hate that I love being invisible sometimes,
I hate that I'm sorry for hating,
and I hate that I hate.

poem by Melissa Schreuder
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20 Things I Hate About You...

1. I hate the way you make me feel guilty about everything I do,
2. I hate the way you can go forever without even seeing or talking to me, but expect me to talk to you.
3. I hate how you're so happy and I'm so sad,
4. I hate how you treated me like s*** but yet I'm the one feeling bad.
5. I hate how I feel so weak and you're so strong,
6. I hate how you think you do no wrong.
7. I hate how you pretend that everythings okay,
8. I hate how you took my innocence away.
9. I hate how I feel so scared,
10. I hate how I actually believed you cared.
11. I hate the way you looked me in the eyes,
12. I hate how everything was nothing but lies.
13. I hate the way I feel inside,
14. I hate the nights I spent alone and cried.
15. I hate how everything seems wrong,
16. I hate the feeling of wanting to belong.
17. I hate how you're always in my head,
18. I hate everything you have ever said.
19. I hate wondering how you really feel about me,
20. But most of all, I hate how you can't just let me be.

poem by Brianna Townsend
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But most of all...

I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.

poem by Gabriell Davis
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10 Things I hate about you

*I hate the way you treat me wrong*

*I hate the way you lie to me*

*I hate the way you never listen to me*

*I hate the way you never texting me*

*I hate the way you never talking to me*

*I hate the way you act so strange*

*I hate the way you hurt my feelings*

*I hate the way you begs me*

*I hate the way you tell me what to do*

*I hate the way you making me bored*

poem by Alicia Shute
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A Dirge for a Righteous Kitten

To be intoned, all but the two italicized lines, which are to be spoken in a snappy, matter-of-fact way.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
Here lies a kitten good, who kept
A kitten's proper place.
He stole no pantry eatables,
Nor scratched the baby's face.
He let the alley-cats alone.
He had no yowling vice.
His shirt was always laundried well,
He freed the house of mice.
Until his death he had not caused
His little mistress tears,
He wore his ribbon prettily,
He washed behind his ears.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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10 Thing I Hate About You

i hate how you told me lies,
ihate that you played jokes on me
i hate how you smile makes me
give in
i hate that your always making
me feel like shit
i hate how you become a b***h
i hate that you look me up and
down
ihate how you made a mark in
my heart
i hate that i let us drift apart
i hate how when i say i hate
you i dont really mean it
but most of all
i hate how you
know i cant hate you
and never will

poem by Giovanna Agosta
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I Hate

I hate that you feel the need
To put me through all this
I hate that you place the blame on me
When you did all this yourself

I hate that you call me names
I hate that you feel the need to attack me
I hate the fact that you played me
I hate that you reak of alcohol

I hate that you had to look
When you know you shouldn't have
I hate that you act like your single
When I'm right by your side

I hate that you insult me daily
I hate that I didn't hit you when
You said we mean nothing
Infront of all our friends

I hate that you used me
I feel violated by you & your team
You've hurt me beyond repair
But I might hate myself
For allowing myself to hate

poem by Beth Ann
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Hard to break

I hate the way I'm mischievous
I hate the way I'm covert
I hate the way I'm neglected, even when I get hurt
I hate the way I love the things I hate most
I hate the way I hide my feelings and let them make me decompose
I hate the way I play games
I hate the way I distances
Sometimes I just want somebody to flippin' listen

poem by Shanice Davis
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I Hate It

i hate this stupid world
and the place i have in it
i hate this stupid house
and the life that its finished

i hate this computer
so ragged, so slow
i hate all the things
that i do not know

i hate the way words
can bring a person to their knees
i hate that hearts
break so easily

i hate that people die
when theyre oh so young in age
i hate it when my book
is oddly missing a page

i hate it when you cry
and won't tell me what's wrong
i hate the way people write random stuff
and sing it and call it a song

i hate that life sucks
and always will for me
i hate it that we can't
go on living happily

i hate it that i like you
when you so obviously don't like me back
i hate it when my parents
never cut me any slack

i hate it that im breaking
and nothing can fix the truth
i hate my wounds for healing
and not staying to give proof

i hate that i hate so many things
yet i don't regret a bit
i hate it that i don't always hate the days
when i feel like shit

poem by Something Changing
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Carillon Bells

Hark to the sound
of carillon bells.
They vibrate and ring
as their song swells
while filling the air
with sonorous glee
as you listen for
spontaneity.

But carillon bells
can be counted on
to ring with
regularitry
a ding-dong
ding-dong bell
as if the hammers
know full well

that rapidity brings
a welcome sound,
giving the listener
what has been found
expectant, resonant
tones so round
as they hark to the sound
of carillon bells.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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iHateYou

I hate you, i hate you. I want you to die.
I hate you, i hate you. You make me cry.
I hate you, i hate you. You say you dont care.
I hate you, i hate you. It just isnt fair.
I hate you, i hate you. The tears will not stop.
I hate you, i hate you. One day i will pop!
I hate you, i hate you. It soon will be clear, i will learn and love not to live in fear. When your not always on my back, waiting for that day when everyone wears black. I hate you.

poem by Poem Queen x3 Meh
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I hate everything about you.

I hate those who lie
I hate you
I hate your lies.

I do not know you
I hate you

I hate everything about,
You
I hate that you say you,
Care but you don't.

I hate you.

I hate for using me
I hate everything you,
Said.

I hate your voice
I hate yor looks.

I hate you.

I hate when you're,
Mad and take it out,
On me.

I hate the way you,
Talk to me
I hate the way you,
Make me feel.

I hate you.

I hate you for lying
I hate how you say,
You love me.

I hate you for treating,
Me soo cold
I hate you for who you,
made me.

I hate you.

I hate that you fooled,
Me
I hate the way you,
Stay down low.

I hate the way you,
Made me feel
I hate that you hurt,
Me.

I hate you.

I hate you blamed it,
All on me
I hate everything you,
Do to me.

I hate you for all your lies,
And broken promises
I hate the way I met you.
I wish I never Did.

I hate you with all of my,
Being.

I HATE YOU.

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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I hate that I don't hate you

I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you

poem by Jordyn Heal
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Holidays Celebrated

Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...
Ramadan begins with a fast that cleanses.
At least 10 days when this begins.
The Muslims practice this with faith.
A faith for them without an end.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding. ..

So many wish for Santa Claus,
To gift them with a tax write off!
And those who celebrate the days of Kwanzaa,
Do this when Christmas has gone.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding ...

Hanukkah Feast of Consecration,
Has a Menorah glowing bright.
And everyone wishes a pleasing season.
With no appetite to fight.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Din g...

Why can't these be holidays,
Celebrated each and everyday?
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...Why can't these be holidays,
Celebrated each and everyday?
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...
Ramadan begins with a fast that cleanses.
At least 10 days when this begins.
The Muslims practice this with faith.
A faith for them without an end.

So many wish for Santa Claus,
To gift them with a tax write off!
And those who celebrate the days of Kwanzaa,
Do this when Christmas has gone.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding .
Dong.
Ding.
Dong...
Hanukkah Feast of Consecration,
Has a Menorah glowing bright.
And everyone wishes a pleasing season.
With no appetite to fight.
Why can't these be holidays,
Celebrated each and everyday?
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...Why can't these be holidays,
Celebrated each and everyday?
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...Why can't these be holidays,
Celebrated each and everyday?
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding.
Dong.
Ding...
Dong!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jesus Built Me Hot Rod

soon i discovered that this rock thing was true
jerry lee lewis was the devil
jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
all of a sudden, i found myself in love with the world
so there was only one thing that i could do
was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long
ding dang a dong bong bing bong
ticky ticky thought of a gun
everytime i try to do it all now baby
am i on the run
why why why why why baby
if it's so evil then?
give me my time, with all my power
give it to me all again (wow)
ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
every where i go
everytime you tell me baby
when i settle down
got to get me a trailer park
and hold my world around
why why why why?
ding ding donga dong dong ding dong
dingy dingy son of a gun
half my time i tell you baby
never am I all for sure
why why why why why baby
sicky sicky from within
everytime I stick my finger on in ya
you're a wild wild little town bitch
now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
dingy a dingy dong a down
everytime you tell me baby
when i settle down
got to get me a trailer park
and hold my world around
why why why why?
in my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
a sticky sticky son of a gun
ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
why why never know
why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
then you take it on the bill
ding dang dong don't dong
whoa!
i wanna love ya!
why why why, why why darling
do you do you tell me to play?
half the time I talk about it all now baby
you know what I'm talkin' about I said
why why why it'll
ticky ticky ticky ticky
son of a gun
d

song performed by by Ministry
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Dont you Hate

Don't you Hate..
Don't you Hate..When you get mad and they get madder
Don't you Hate..When they swear they'll call you back but never do
Don't you Hate..When you wait up all night for a phone call that never comes
Don't you Hate..When your sad and they don't understand
Don't you Hate..That all they want to do is make jokes
Don't you Hate..When you want to make jokes and they want to be serious
Don't you Hate..When your falling asleep on the phone and they hang up
Don't you Hate..When he wants to play ball instead of talking to you on the phone
Don't you Hate..how much they talk when it isn't needed
Don't you Hate..When you explain but they still don't listen
Don't you Hate..When you say please and the answer is still 'NO'
Don't you Hate..When all you can say is okay, when your really not!
Don't you Hate..That as much as you tell then they probably will still for get the date of your birthday
Don't you Hate..When you want to yell at him but your in public, but they have no problem doing it to us
Don't you Hate..When your falling for his unruliness ways
Don't you Hate..When you still smile when he kisses you when your mad
Don't you Hate..When they change the subject to 'I love You'
Don't you Hate..How much you love there foolish ways
Don't you Hate..how much you love! !
Don't you Hate........

poem by Pilar Guethon
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Please Do Not Hate Me!

Please do not hate me because of the colour of my skin
Please do not hate me because your God I don't believe in
Please do not hate me if I don’t kneel down and pray
Please do not hate me for what elected politicians might say

Please do not hate me if I don’t dress the way you do
Please do not hate me for not sharing your political view
Please do not hate me because of what others have said
Please do not hate me I don’t want to see us both dead

Please do not hate me because of some conflict or war
Please do not hate me, as it’s friendship I’m looking for
Please do not hate me just because you do not understand
Please do not hate me for wanting to shake you by the hand

Please do not hate me we have too many fences to mend
Please do not hate me I only called you to be my best friend

poem by Gordon David
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