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Thumbsucker

I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’s the truth.)
She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.

I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall
That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb

(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Wasp Man

Under my thumb's the girl who once had me down
Under my thumb's the girl who once pushed me around
It's down to me, the diff'rence in the clothes she wears
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a squirming dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb's a girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb's a Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb she's the sweetest pet in the world
It's down to me, the way she does what she's told
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, the way she talks when she's spoken to
It's down to me, the change has come, she's under my thumb

song performed by by Who
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Thumbs

Oh, the thumb-sucker's thumb
May look wrinkled and wet
And withered, and white as the snow,
But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet
(As only we thumb-suckers know).

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Under My Thumb

Under my thumbs the girl who once had me down
Under my thumbs the girl who once had me down
Under my thumbs the girl who once pushed me around
Under my thumbs the girl who once pushed me around
Its down to me, the diffrence in the clothes she wears
Its down to me, the diffrence in the clothes she wears
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumbs a squirming dog whos just had her day
Under my thumbs a squirming dog whos just had her day
Under my thumbs a girl who has just changed her ways
Under my thumbs a girl who has just changed her ways
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumbs a siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumbs a siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb shes the sweetest pet in the world
Under my thumb shes the sweetest pet in the world
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the way she does what shes told
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
Under my thumb, well, I can still look at someone else
Its down to me, the way she talks when shes spoken to
Its down to me, the way she talks when shes spoken to
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb
Its down to me, the change has come, shes under my thumb

song performed by by Who
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And of course we are familiar with the English common law rule of thumb that said a man could in fact use a stick no bigger than his thumb to discipline his wife and family.

quote by Patricia Ireland
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Dance, Dance, Dance.

Dance, Dance, Dance
Dance your sweat away
Dance the infectious beat
The hall is full
The music is great
Thumb, thumb, thumb
Our feet make a go
Eyes glitter a world so great
Voices smart and coy
over shoulders they whisper
Dance, Dance, Dance
The silvery moon is up
Stars glitter birds to nest
It is a sweet melody
A journey starts, Dance
Sweet melody and breath
A union!
A young one will see day
Dance, Dance, Dance.

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.

quote by Neil Armstrong
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb

Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb

Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give a pie a throw! ”
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Fury Of Sunsets

Something
cold is in the air,
an aura of ice
and phlegm.
All day I've built
a lifetime and now
the sun sinks to
undo it.
The horizon bleeds
and sucks its thumb.
The little red thumb
goes out of sight.
And I wonder about
this lifetime with myself,
this dream I'm living.
I could eat the sky
like an apple
but I'd rather
ask the first star:
why am I here?
why do I live in this house?
who's responsible?
eh?

poem by Anne Sexton
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Sucking Mannual

sucking gets top priority
comparison with any other
annihilation
just give flesh-bomb to suck
pilots would obviously miss
the atom to drop

sucker's lip get expertise by birth
in anticipation with any other
anticipatory capitulation
mom's baby is the first to frame
as micro-observatory species

sucking everywhere keeps
its thumb as protagonist
leaders suck the people
with hot and sympathetic words
marketeers suck the customers
and money sucks multi-power
to flag hegemony with high boots

sucking never gets bore
only objects demand variety
Peacocks know many details
the secret of sucking, so honey
don't get lost to live warm the rest
simply take care
when cigar burning if you suck
it will suck your breath last at its cost

Pranab k c
10/09/2012

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Stung By A Bee

Stung by a bee,
I did not scream,
Thumb hurt but I held it in.
I ran to my dad to tell I was stung,
He put ice on it, my thumb felt numb.
See, a couple minutes before in backyard,
I try to capture bee with no regard.
I was just copying what they did on Gilligan’s Island,
I thought I could do it and keep smiling.
Now you heard the saying,
Never try this thing at home,
I never saw it, and I brave things alone.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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These Things.

These things are sent to try us,
Gran said, her thumb
Moving itself over
The well-worn beads
Of her dark wood rosary;
Her eyes taking in the crucifix
On the wall above her bed.
You sat watching her thumb
Moving its way back and forth
Over the round black beads,
Her arthritic fingers clutching
Blue blankets and white sheet.
Never tries us beyond our strength,
She added, the strained features
Mingling with the yellow taint
Of wrinkled skin. You wondered
Who sent the things to try her,
Whose bounty of gifts left
Small tears wedged in the corners
Of her eyes, pushed out words
Between harsh sighs.

poem by Terry Collett
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She's Not My Girlfriend

Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Your Assessment Pleases

If I had no embedded indoctrinations,
Or a thumb to suck when I was young.
Would I be as stunned to discover,
Those unaccustomed to living in the projects...
Had less dysfunctions,
Than the ones I was 'told' I had?

Especially when I grew up in a time,
When all my neighbors kept their doors opened.
And parents disciplined not only their children,
But any child within their reach.

And those who lived in suburbs then,
Would pretend they did not sit on toilets.
And I often wondered about that.
Since my mom would often say...
'Just be 'you'.
Let others folks think they have silver spoons in their mouths.
And walk around with their butts on their shoulders.'

For a very long time I looked for this.
I wanted my mother's visions to be validated.

~Ma?
May I ask you a question? ~

'What is it now...
Larry? '

~Check this out.
I've been looking all around for folks,
With silver spoons in their mouths.
And butts on their shoulders.
I walked all over too!
Where did you see this? ~

'Boy?
Something is wrong with you! '

My mother had her way of telling my sisters and I...
We were 'different' children.

If I had no embedded indoctrinations,
Or a thumb to suck when I was young.
Would I be as stunned to discover,
Those unaccustomed to living in the projects...
Had less dysfunctions,
Than the ones I was 'told' I had?

And I think about my childhood every now and then.
Wondering about all of those 'fortunate' and well dressed children.
Living in the suburbs.
And why they seem to have more problems then we had?
And why those 'kids' now with children...
Can't seem to hold themselves accountable,
For allowing the world to get sooo
Crazed!

'Boy?
Something is wrong with you! '

~Thank you, Ma!
I 'think' I know what you mean.~

'That's good to hear.
Now prove it by leaving me alone,
And go outside to play...
Like you're a 'normal' child.*

~Again...
Your assessment pleases.~

*Boy, if you don't get outta my face! *

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothin But The Taillights

Blue kentucky highway, headin for the line
She hadnt said a word all night,
But the wheels are turnin in her mind
Now I was ridin shotgun,
And I knew things had gone awry
Just as soon as she dropped me off
At the side of the road
And she let that gravel fly
Chorus
Now Im walkin in the moonlight,
Seein nothin but the taillights
And thats a pair of taillights
I may never see again
She hit me with the left and right,
Showin me nothin but the taillights
And thats about as lonely
As the highways ever been
Back here with my thumb out in the wind
Was it somethin that I did to her,
Or the things I never said
I wonder if the way we were was only in my head
Now if I even make it back to town
Before the sun comes up
Im gonna hit every parking spot around
til I find that pick-up truck
Chorus
Now Im talkin in the moonlight
Seein nothin but the taillights
And thats a pair of taillights
I may never see again
She hit me with the left and right
Showin me nothin but the taillights
And thats about as lonely
As a highways ever been
Stuck here with my thumb out in the wind
Well Ill bet right now shes laughin
At how she brought me to my knees
But she wont be laughin half as loud
When she gives me back my keys
Chorus
Shell be walkin in the moonlight,
Seein nothin but the taillights
And thats a pair of taillights
She wont ever see again
She hit me with a left and right
And with nothin but the taillights
And I know thats about as lonely
As a highways ever been
Back here with my thumb out in the wind
There she goes, here I come

song performed by by Clint Black
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Trying To Get Away

I been out on the road with my thumb in the air,
Im a long way from home but I just dont care.
The dust from the road makes it dry in my mouth,
When its cold up north, thats when I head south.
cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
Tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I passed through new york just the other day,
The smog was bad but not as bad as l.a.
Sometimes I wonder what the worlds comin to.
Sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do.
Chorus
cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah.
I been out on the road with my thumb in the air,
Im a long way from home but I just dont care.
The dust from the road makes it dry in my mouth,
When its cold up north, thats when I head south.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Tryin to, tryin to get away.
Chorus
cause I been tryin to, tryin to get away, yeah, yeah, yeah.

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Mr. Big Toe Meets Razel’s One Thumb

Mr. Big Toe one day was at lunch
when he noticed Razel’s one thumb.
Yes, Razel only eats with thumb and pinky,
she tries not to make food look stinky.
Mr. Big Toe bumps into her chair,
Razel says, “Hey, you messed up my hair! ”
Mr. Big Toe offers her a ice blue comb,
he says “Sorry Razel, here’s one comb to take home.”
Razel replies with a gleam in her eye,
“I here you will dress as a clown in disguise”
Mr. Big Toe then looks dazed and confused,
He knows Razel does spells to be amused.
Mr. Big Toe thought and then cried,
“I don’t dress up as a clown because
I would be hit with a pie! ”
Razel then felt dumb founded
and then she rebounded.
“Don’t worry my precious Mr. Big Toe,
I would never give my pie a throw! ”

Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 1,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Your' Rule of Thumb

I'm the LIAR?
When?
Where?
Prove it!

And when you're done microscoping,
What I have exposed?
Do not apologize to me.
Don't do that!
Please.
Since I am accustomed to being accused as such.

Apologize to the generations of folks,
You've taught to follow...
'Your' rule of thumb,
To accuse,
With no research being done!

I may exaggerate!
But I do not embellish my achievements.
That's why I publicly document each one!
To be announced from the horse's mouth!

IF I were to embellish,
And relish in the embellishment of doing it...
I'd adorn a cape and a mask.
Swing from a vine in African jungles.
Or tell my version of how the West was won!
Without one colored face among the cavalry.

'There are no colored faces among them! '

Well...
Those are not 'exactly' MY achievements.
I did say IF I were to embellish my achievements!
Which I don't.
IF I had participated?
Of course...
All of them would be faces of color!
From MY perspective.

And I 'guess' that's why some folks,
Do not perceive themselves as liars.
They are giving 'their' perspective on things!
Life!
And what is 'assumed' to be right.

Note:
Origin of 'Rule of Thumb'
It has been said to have been derived from the belief
that English law allowed a man to beat his wife with a stick
no thicker than his thumb!

In 1782, Judge Sir Francis Buller is reported to have made this
a legal ruling. A man known to be harsh in his punishments.
And had a reputation for arrogance. However, no substantial
evidence has been found that he ever expressed an opinion.
Thus, my 'Your Rule of Thumb' can only be substantiated
from parts of 'truths' revealed. i.e. if an activity can be researched
as proclaimed and documented. That 'activity' is validated to have
been accomplished. That is the intent of the creation of this poem!
~LSP~

OH!
Source of info? Researched.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fury Of Overshoes

They sit in a row
outside the kindergarten,
black, red, brown, all
with those brass buckles.
Remember when you couldn't
buckle your own
overshoe
or tie your own
overshoe
or tie your own shoe
or cut your own meat
and the tears
running down like mud
because you fell off your
tricycle?
Remember, big fish,
when you couldn't swim
and simply slipped under
like a stone frog?
The world wasn't
yours.
It belonged to
the big people.
Under your bed
sat the wolf
and he made a shadow
when cars passed by
at night.
They made you give up
your nightlight
and your teddy
and your thumb.
Oh overshoes,
don't you
remember me,
pushing you up and down
in the winter snow?
Oh thumb,
I want a drink,
it is dark,
where are the big people,
when will I get there,
taking giant steps
all day,
each day
and thinking
nothing of it?

poem by Anne Sexton
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Black Diamond

Out on the street for a living
Pictures only begun
Got you under their thumb
Hit it
Out on the streets for a living
Pictures only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb
Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond
Darkness will fall on the city
It seems to follow you too
And though you dont ask for pity
Theres nothin that you can do, no, no
Whoo, black diamond
Whoo, black diamond
Out on the streets for a living
Pictures only begun
Your day is sorrow and madness
Got you under their thumb
Whoo, black diamond, yeah
Whoo, black diamond

song performed by by Kiss
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Pot Kettle Black

Crazy rides rockets
Who has a magic wand
Empty out your pockets
Words without a song
I myself have found a real rival in myself
I am hoping for a re-arrival of my health
Sleeping eye sockets
Baby suck your thumb
Ill keep you in my locket
A string I never strum
Its become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
Youre tied in a knot
But Im not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every songs a comeback
Every moments a little bit later
Lazy locomotives
Wherever you may roll
I think you have no motive
I know you have no home
Its become so obvious
You are so oblivious to yourself
Youre tied in a knot
But Im not gonna get caught
Calling a pot kettle black
Every songs a comeback
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later
Every moments a little bit later

song performed by by Wilco
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