A Cozy Nation
I make a practised drivel to be drained,
Please do not overlook the primary colours
That sustain my vision with drivel, to be duty.
Bowl the innocence into the alley of trouble
To defeat with honour the curses, the lies.
Now it cancelled the pleasure, the drivel,
It returns however and displeases profoundly,
As a directive it is weird, it cancels.
The connection has been realised,
It is no worry, it is not any worry,
The real vehicle of displeasure may be flown
Not driven, not expelled can be the vehicle.
In the show of veins, the human body is the ultimate
Vehicle of driving quality.
The body is the deputy to the brain,
A processor is both, even the brain is a microprocessor,
Spelling is readily accomplished, by my tailor,
Who operated with agencies of intelligence.
One fishes the scandal of this time,
With the intellectual agency, a particular organization
That trains and stares, with affectation it constructs.
This made men cry, all over.
But only patience stared back at this intelligent nation,
A cozy nation, free from drivel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Vote for Obama!
'Vote Obama! The past is history! Vote Obama! '
Mick applauded as he reached for the drink.
We waited for Mick's acerbic comment on
the heroic figure of our time.
'No, I'm serious. Read some of the opinions
expressed by other poets on this site about
poetry! Gush and emote, let it all hang out!
If you disagree, they ask if Chicago is still in
America? I suppose that means that in our
republic of drivel and pychobabble,
anything and everything goes, right?
That killer in DeKalb on St Valentine's Day
might have been a gentler, milder man
if only he had scribbled his drivel on
reams of paper, like you and me, right? '
Right you are, you Irish dinosauer!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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How To Drive?
Wait, wait, wait,
let yourself wait,
be ready to learn driving,
vehicle up to date.
darling vehicle up to date.
Always start car o' expert with care.
Otherwise, would find some thing,
Uneasy, unfair.
keep clutch in hand,
never accident,
pass away you very slowly,
until it may faint.
hate, hate, hate,
fast driving hate.
be ready to learn driving,
vehicle up to date.
Vehicle:
see this one is gate kaveri,
this one kutubminar.
see every thing nude darling,
while driving car.
Vehicle: I want enjoy heaven,
carry on so fast,
would that! we were queen and king,
forever no last.
haste, haste, haste,
make darling, haste.
if you get down so sooner,
who will compensate.
I need a fast driver,
don't drive me slow.
take energy-pills,
darling, your energy low!
keep mind my word,
I'm too forward,
until you are not trained,
I won't like you wait.
hate, hate, I hate,
I don't like you wait,
be ready to learn driving,
Vehicle up to date.
poem by Rani Madhubala
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Is your remarkably sexist drivel intentional, or just some horrible mistake?
quote by Yeardley Smith
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Reverse gear
At times
Reverse gear
Make the vehicle
Proceed forward.
Public pleasure
There on
Scraped horse.
Decision delayed
To give statement
After touching
All stones.
At times
Difficult to say
The incidents
You faced.
And the movement
Of the vehicle
You are in.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Dim And Divine
A dim car watched by the skull
Is shining its lights for us to lose sight.
This winter we are divine,
As hopping is made a pleasure
From car to car, from vehicle to vehicle.
We are deceitful to ourselves,
When we lose this dimness and reach full light.
A crash occurred and was pre-fabricated,
The cars were switched on for the engines to murmur.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Writers
There’s some that write, there are Writers
Some plagiarize, some subscribe the heart
Some cave-in, some are “System” fighters
Some spew drivel, a few sagacity impart
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Detroit is saying that the hydrogen vehicle is the vehicle of the future. But it's 15 years from now.
I KNOW NOTHING O' GOD (Burns stanza)
What's good, know not. What's bad, as well,
know not. But lo, my heart does swell
with love, O' Lord and eyes do well
when hear your name.
And why my lips always drivel
Your tales and fame?
I try no logic Lord. No doubt
as well I entertain about
Your greatness, since my brain isn't stout
and faith, just blind.
These songs I sing and pleas I shout
are undefined.
Wisdom is no wisdom; they say,
unless it lays a floral way
to reach, at last, your sacred quay.
But what's wisdom?
Know not I; but belongs my clay
to Your kingdom.
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Villa Rosie
PRACTISE DOESN'T MAKE PERFECT WHEN YOU'RE INTERBREEDING
SPEAKING DRIVEL CAN IT GET CONFUSED WITH HEAVY BREATHING
MIXING DRINKS AT WATER HOLES GET SNARLED UP IN THE SUBURBS
MEANDERING THROUGH THIS AND THAT YOU ARE SUSPECTED OF VAGUENESS
WHEN WORK IS DONE
song performed by by Blur from Modern Life Is Rubbish
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Butterfly was certainly a vehicle for me, and if it died, it still would have served its purpose, in spades. We never expected it to give me the visibility it has given me. It was just a small thing as a vehicle, and suddenly the whole world knew about it.
quote by Pia Zadora
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The End Of The Tour
Theres a girl with a crown and a scepter
Whos on wlsd
And she says that the scene isnt what its been
And shes thinking of going home
That its old and its totally over now
And its old and its over, its over now
And its over, its over, its over now
I can see myself
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
Never to part since the day we met
Out on interstate 91
I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass
I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly changed
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle these were the people
You let them go
At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If theres any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if youre still around
Then well meet at the end of the tour
The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So well meet at the end of the tour
And were never gonna tour again
No, were never gonna tour again
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms of ideas destroys the power to think in terms of emotions and sensations.
quote by Raymond Chandler
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By Strauss
Away with the music of Broadway
Be off with your Irving Berlin
Oh I give no quarter to Kern or Cole Porter
And Gershwin keeps pounding on tin
How can I be civil when hearing this drivel
It's only for nightclubbin' souses
Oh give me the free 'n' easy waltz that is Vienneasy and
Go tell the band If they want a hand
The waltz must be Strauss's
Ya
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I always said that you can use the same vehicle although the driver will change, or the same vehicle to go for the race. It's a different driver, this is exactly what's happening to the cabinet.
quote by Abdullah Ahmad Badawi
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Seconds Tick
Seconds tick and tell the time of your own,
Their men have adequate supplies,
Theirs are theirs and their wine of grapes exploding.
Many times the justice balances the nation
After a reality strikes into the blamed brain.
My brain explodes after a second of joy
In the weird ties and weird science of compulsion.
Let time be roses and sweet wine, with heavenly spores,
Judges of stripes and colours fall into slots of graphic quality,
Lasers fend for foes of frightening openings;
Let time obey the soldier, so that offences gather like fences,
Enthralling the cars that roll into your funny tummy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Epilogue to Asolando
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where―by death, fools think, imprisoned―
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
―Pity me?
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do
With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel!
―Being―who?
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
Sleep to wake.
No, at noonday in the bustle of man’s work-time
Greet the unseen with a cheer!
Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,
‘Strive and thrive!’ cry, ‘Speed,―fight on, fare ever
There as here!’
poem by Robert Browning from Asolando (1889)
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Consummation
They may be duds or they may be drones,
Or legislators heaven-sent;
But the A.L.P. for all atones
When it gets them into Parliament.
Tho' they talk sheer drivel once they're there,
Our job is done. Why should we care?
They may be mild or they may be reds,
Or 'has-beens' who have missed the bus.
But the simple job of counting heads
Is all that matters much to us.
And the job we do with wondrous ease
Is the mas production of M.P's.
So, why blame us in peevish gloom,
And charge us with this grievous sin?
They may involve the land in doom;
But our job's done; we've got 'em in.
As from the pod come peas all green
We turn 'em out with our machine.
They may be robots, built with care,
Or silly sheep, or crazy goats;
But, once they're tied and branded there,
They art no longer men, but votes.
Thus, we our glorious aim achieve,
And triumph, tho' the nation grieve.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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If you want to go into space first time on a new vehicle that's never been flown, you want to go with a pro.
quote by Robert Crippen
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Epilogue
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
--Pity me?
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do
With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel
--Being--who?
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better,
Sleep to wake.
No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time
Greet the unseen with a cheer!
Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be,
"Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed,--fight on, fare ever
There as here!"
poem by Robert Browning
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My body is a vehicle for the mechanics of my sport.
quote by Gabrielle Reece
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