A Man Of Fewer Words
A man of fewer words
Rules his mouth be-still
Thereby avoids hazards
That may wound or kill
“More is less; less is more, more or less”
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poem by Ray Lucero
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The fewer rules a coach has, the fewer rules there are for players to break.
quote by John Madden
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Tasty Tidbits
It’s so lovely using fewer words
Little tidbits suffice, to be sure
Great advice for new lovebirds
Adds a bit of mystery to allure
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Poetry
One man’s words is another’s bane
Reasonable words or words insane
As every thought demands expression
Without rules or a classroom session
(Dedicated to Poet Saint Thomas)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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License To Kill?
“Drop weapon” is the military term
“A get out of jail card” or “Magic pill”
When asked the U.S. Generals squirm
About this illegal/unspoken license to kill
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Based Upon Their Ethnic Ties
If 'rules' of immigration,
Were applied many years ago...
To those who could not read or write,
Or speak the English language properly...
There would be fewer caucasians,
Irritated by productive aliens.
And even fewer still,
Igniting conflict over what rights they have.
Since many of them have risen to heights,
Of incompetence.
Based upon their ethnic ties!
Only the American Blacks,
Have been purposely disenfranchised.
And treated like extraterrestials 'allowed' to visit.
With limited assistance to sustain themselves.
If 'rules' of immigration,
Were applied many years ago...
To those who could not read or write,
Or speak the English language properly...
There would be fewer caucasians,
Irritated by productive aliens.
And even fewer still,
Igniting conflict over what rights they have.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words
How often do words get in the way,
And not express things we want to say?
Once spoken, words can't be reclaimed
So be careful where they're aimed.
Words can be fired like a gun;
Their poor aim can wound anyone.
Words can seed love as well as kill it.
They can drain a heart empty… or fill it.
All too often words are said
With no thought of their impact ahead.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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I Know Your Heart…
From your poetry
I know your heart
Words that heal or
Tear things apart
Words from fear
Uncertainty, doubt
Poetic words that
Unite, block out
Words of love,
Reverence, hope
Tiny words or
Large in scope
Words wisely chosen
Words that cause pain
And damaged feelings
Over and over again
Next time your mouth opens
Check heart before you speak
For things always go better
When one withholds critique
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Back Of Your Mouth
The worms they crack like words and
turn you teeth up and run, leave.
I'm all drinks.
so I clean
I fall down.
should I fit these.
so politely.
all praises sugar coated.
looking between her mouth and mine.
I got scars from dirty scratches.
scabs and ashes.
the back of your mouth.
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
You throw up everywhere now.
enjoy the cup and coffee.
I am the puddle.
make me.
dancing hoes and stagnance. okay.
these words are sugar coated.
crossed up they still cut out to touch.
got scars from dirty scratches.
scabs and ashes.
the back of your mouth.
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
You can't kill...
In this exchange I often touch myself,
so go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me.
just passing through.
not stopping by.
not saying hi.
girl you can't kill a liar.
song performed by by Used
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Free TV: What's Good About A Scheduled Demise?
What's good about an end to free tv after 60 years in
America, should the
cable companies have their way?
The audiences will shrink, as fewer will be able to afford
the pricegouging rates,
thus fewer people to absorb CNN and all other network
war programming,
fewer people to buy hook line and sinker the
advertising lies and materialism shilling,
fewer young to be influenced by the Sodom
and Gomorrha programming of the networks,
fewer customers for fast food murder sandwiches,
fewer fat people, subjected to infinite streams
of food ads, fewer ears for the loanshark megathief
capitalism proponents.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Naughty Words!
Often words are but tiny turds of humor and of wit,
Flotsam in a poets mind…“Oh my, what junk, what shit! ”
Alas, it’s true at times words can form a perfect line,
“How wonderful, how clever” the words are so sublime
When all is said 'n done, its truth that’s clear 'n real,
By writing what we see 'n hear...especially what we feel
Write on poets!
There be no rules that we must heed or follow
Drink in the gifts of words sweet chums...
But don’t forget to swallow!
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Petrified
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
not one wants to woo me,
although they can find real love.
No flowers or poems that I venture
makes any girl look at me.
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
passes me by,
as if not one will stay with me
and it hits me very low
that I cannot succeed with any woman or maiden
and every girl avoids me
poem by Gert Strydom
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In every case, the environmental hazards were made known only by independent scientists, who were often bitterly opposed by the corporations responsible for the hazards.
quote by Barry Commoner
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He who avoids the temptations avoids the sin.
Gag Order By Death
Libyan dictator fell from grace
The West moved to him depose
Feared he’d talk, they gave chase
His mouth they sought to close
Put two in his legs, one in the face
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poem by Ray Lucero
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There are hazards in anything one does but there are greater hazards in doing nothing.
quote by Shirley Williams
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Old Age
Grey hairs
Lonely
Lovesick
Worried
Many thoughts
Fewer talks
Fewer hopes
Fewer friends
Less will to live
The only thing
That keeps me going
On the zigzag way of life
Is the desire to be loved.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Spontaneity
on a spontaneity
i begin to put words,
whatever comes, without much selection process
i put the word
without so much scrutiny as to what happens next
without weighing the possible consequences
i know the law of physics
much more the rules of a good composition
we were taught that in the university
but the the rules true to its standing
are meant to be broken
one gets a style of his own depending on the
kind of grief
the face of joy the state of compulsion
the phobia and the scruples that
crowd the head
the heart,
i sit on the chair facing the screen of the computer
and begin to put the line of words
one by one
like they are vines growing right from my mouth
coming out from my chest
and then
something shows
a face of words, the eyes of the certain mood,
someone moves in there
dancing and then stopping
on a pause
confrontational about what is this all about
and why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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