Brain Division
In right-handers, languge flows freely;
Guns and arrows are attuned;
It makes for great drivers;
Makes for great divers;
Their flower arrangements
Are beautifully festooned;
Haughty also can they be in their derangements...
In left-handers we accentuate more,
Have grammar under the thumb;
See the horizon and know what's in store;
We can easily act the deaf and the dumb.
I am ambidextrous myself.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Mad
Mad, you just make me mad
I hate your silent breathing in the night
Sad, you make me sad
When I juxtapose your features I get sad
I know I shouldnt had someone else in our bed
But I was so tired, I was so tired
Who would think youd find a bobby pin
It just makes me mad, makes me mad
It just makes me, makes me -
- mad
Glad, when Im gone youre glad
That overwhelming tension dissipates
Oh, tad, you think Im a baby
Nobody likes to here, why dont you grow up at dawn
I know I shouldnt had someone else in our bed
But I was so tired, so tired
Who would think youd find a bobby pin
It makes me mad, makes me mad
Dont you know it just makes me -
- mad
It just makes me mad
Dumb, youre dumb as my thumb
In the wistful morning you throw a coffee cup at my head
Scum, you said Im scum
What a very lovely and feminine thing to do
Bark, why dont you just bark
Sit, come, stay are the perfect words meant for you
Ah, ass, you says Im an ass
You better call 911 just Im gonna hold you tight
I know I shouldnt had someone else in our bed
But I was so tired, so tired
You said youre out of town for the night
And I believed in you, I believed you
And I was so tired, it makes me so mad
It makes me so -
- mad
It makes me so mad
It just makes me mad
It makes me mad
It makes me mad
It makes me mad
It makes me mad
It makes me mad, ah
Dumb
song performed by by Lou Reed
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You have two hemispheres in your brain - a left and a right side. The left side controls the right side of your body and right controls the left half. It's a fact. Therefore, left-handers are the only people in their right minds.
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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Money is Great
Whole thing is that,
Money is great.
Money makes you here go;
Money makes you there go;
Money makes the mare go;
Money makes the share go.
Whole thing that money is great.
Money makes the business go;
Money makes the easiness go;
Money brings you luxury;
Money makes you merry.
Whole thing is that money is great
Money gives nice sound;
Money brings people around;
Money brings wine, beer;
Money brings all the cheer.
Whole thing is that money is great
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The pain of dispute exceeds, by much, its utility. All disputation makes the mind deaf, and when people are deaf I am dumb.
quote by Joseph Joubert
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Staring At The Sun
Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get stickier too
It's been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all
I'm not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
I'm not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind
There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear
It's going to itch and burn and sting
You want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach
Will we ever live in peace
'Cause those that can't do
Often have to
And those that can't do
Often have to preach
To the ones
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'll find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who'd rather go blind
Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle
God is good but will He listen
I'm nearly great
But there's something missing
I left it in the duty free
But you never really belonged to me
You're not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you stepped back inside
I'm not sucking on my thumb
I'm staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind
song performed by by U2
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The Dumb Poem
that which makes you angry
that which conquers you
that which makes you feel
so dumb that which you say
this poem sucks
this dumb poem
but it exists
because you have just read it
and makes you feel just the way it is
dumb.
meanwhile, i am numb.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Makes You Think
It makes you think
What if one day you weren't found?
If you just didn't wake
If all they could see of you was under a mound
If your soul was God's to take
It makes you think
What if you lost everything you had ever known?
If it all just went away
If suddenly you were all alone
It will happen to you someday
It makes you think
What if you left your family and friends?
If you had no time to say goodbye
If you were not able to make amends
Or apologize for any lies
It makes you think
What if you left everyone you love?
If you went to some place you didn't know
Whether that place was up above
Or if it was down below
It makes you think
Some days you think you have had enough
Because you got some bad news
You want to give up on being tough
But people don't always get to choose
It makes you think
One day you might lose everything
It will all get left behind
You will be stuck with nothing
No one will know what went through your mind
It makes you think
Think about how your decision could affect others
How will they feel?
Do you think things would be better?
Do you think they will ever heal?
It makes you think
poem by Ashley Reese
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Pinball Wizard
(pete townshend)
[tommy (1914-1984), various artists, 1972]
Ever since I was a young boy,
I played the silver ball;
From soho down to brighton
I must have played em all.
But I aint seen nothin like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feelin all the bumpers
Always playin clean.
Plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!
Hes a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist,
A pinball wizard,
Got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?
What makes him so good?
Aint got no distractions,
Cant hear those buzzes and bells,
Dont see lights aflashin
Plays by sense of smell.
Always gets a replay,
Never tilts at all
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
Even my usual table,
He can beat my best,
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
Hes got crazy flipper fingers,
Never seen him fall.
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Many Inventions
'Less you want your toes trod of you'd better get back at once,
For the bullocks are walking two by two,
The byles are walking two by two,
And the elephants bring the guns.
Ho! Yuss!
Great-big-long-black-forty-pounder guns.
Jiggery-jolty to and fro,
Each as big as a launch in tow --
Blind-dumb-broad-breeched--beggars o' battering-guns!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Unrequited (Stream XIV)
To write of love
And how love makes us feel.
Love steals the heart.
Needing to steel oneself
From the arrows
Arrows which pierce the heart.
The arrows of Eros sometimes miss,
Of course,
Off course,
Hit the wrong target
And misfired
Lead to unrequited love.
That longing hurt.
That gnawing hunger.
Hungry for love
But love is blind
And they are blind to you
Having eyes for another.
You are left to pine.
Pining away
To write of love.
And how it makes us feel.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Want You More
Tried the phone, oh whats the use?
I know I won't get through to you
First a note, then a call
Only yesterday I was yours now
Every day I want you more.
Close my eyes, oh there you are
Stop before we go too far
Every move I recall,
Shouldn't dream that you're here because it
Only makes me want you more.
How could I forget you?
All the reasons we've seen through
Didn't see, never thought, no sense looking back because it
Only makes me want you more.
Our emotions in store,
All the time we're apart: ignore
It only makes me want you more.
Please don't think I never heard:
I remember every word
Every move I recall
Shouldn't dream that you're here at all it
Only makes me want you more.
Every day, hey, every room
Sadness makes the vainest fools
Whose to say what's in store?
Just remember I just adore you
Every day I want you more, oh.
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Cliché Love
Your absence consumes me so hard
Just hard as your unbearable presence
Your eyes give me confort when they follow me
But they follow me so constantly your stares look haunted
Your hands provide me great pleasure
Yet it's so deep that makes me want to crush you
Your body is my safest place to hide
However it hides me so much I can easily get lost
Your love drives me crazy
So crazy it makes me hate you
You know me so well that you own me
But here's my payback: I know you in the same way
And guess what? It makes us even
(even more in love)
poem by Ananda Alves
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Don't Forget who is your Father
God is Great
He created you and me so ladies and gentleman
he is the only person to praise and pray
Cause some of us we pray Alan people you pray him
who is him God is the one who created us
so guys help me to Thank him every time i'm sick i call him cause
he is the hiller the killer of diseases in the world
Help me to sing.
How great is our God sing with me how great is our God
all we sing is how great is our God age to age praise his
Great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great
great great great great great great great great great great great
GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD GOD..
Thank you Help me pliz.
poem by Ruvimbo Daisy Matsika
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Couple Of Weeks
What makes a man weak
What makes a man strong
What makes him consider
The first or the latter
What he’s lost
what he’s won
If it all ever really mattered
There’s something about a biopsy
That can cause a man
to ponder
Over all the things he has
And what he’s done
And what’s over the horizon
Yonder
Waiting can do that
To a conflicted man, it’s truth
Makes him conjure up answers
To questions he seeks
Makes him know he’ll have answers
To at least some of the questions
Within a couple of weeks
poem by David Whalen
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My Canadian Chronicles 28
Everywhere you go they stood
majestically on the western horizon
the Rocky Mountains of Alberta.
Getting close to them is breathtaking,
standing on them makes you feel
that heaven is not far away.
Everywhere the air is fresh
and sleep at night comes easily
with the thoughts of waking in the morning
to another day in paradise.
It makes you wish you could live here
for the rest of your life.
16 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Whip
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The fortune hunter
your uninterrupted lamp
has
torch light out the
parasite in their closet
like an erosion that called
the black pot of sacrifice of the perpetrator
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The fervent farmer
your crude instrument
has
uprooted the unwanted ornament
in the vineyard
like locus waiting the planter
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The lean steward
you never sleep nor slumber
in the quest of monitoring the
offender in the field like Nigeria
EFCC punching out the beautiful criminals
Great Great Great Great
is thy work
The no nonsense headmaster
with this
masquerade Cain whipping
the deaf prefect in the school of moral
The whip that caution the senior wife
is at the top of the roof for
YOU
poem by Samuel Abimbola Aladetan
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An Example
They were two deaf mutes, and they loved and they
Resolved to be groom and bride;
And they listened to nothing that any could say,
Nor ever a word replied.
From wedlock when warned by the married men,
Maintain an invincible mind:
Be deaf and dumb until wedded-and then
Be deaf and dumb and blind.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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My Love, Oh, She Is My Love
SHE casts a spell, oh, casts a spell!
Which haunts me more than I can tell.
Dearer, because she makes me ill
Than who would will to make me well.
She is my store! oh, she my store!
Whose grey eye wounded me so sore,
Who will not place in mine her palm,
Nor love, nor calm me any more.
She is my pet, oh, she my pet!
Whom I can never more forget;
Who would not lose by me one moan,
Nor stone upon my cairn would set.
She is my roon, oh, she my roon!
Who tells me nothing, leaves me soon;
Who would not lose by me one sigh,
Were death and I within one room.
She is my dear, oh, she my dear!
Who cares not whether I be here.
Who will not weep when I am dead,
But makes me shed the silent tear.
Hard my case, oh, hard my case!
For in her eye no hope I trace,
She will not hear me any more,
But I adore her silent face.
She is my choice, oh, she my choice!
Who never made me to rejoice;
Who caused my heart to ache so oft,
Who put no softness in her voice.
Great my grief, oh, great my grief!
Neglected, scorned beyond belief,
By her who looks at me askance,
By her who grants me no relief.
She’s my desier, oh, my desire!
More glorious than the bright sun’s fire;
Who were than wild-blown ice more cold
Were I so bold as to sit by her.
She it is who stole my heart,
And left a void and aching smart;
But if she soften not her eye,
I know that life and I must part.
poem by Douglas Hyde
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The Implausible
The Silence Rings so load
Only the Deaf Could Listen
A sweet voice from the dumb
Wow! The Cripples dancing in Steps
The blind filming the show
Still, The Noise can't defeat the Silence
Melody in the Noise not concede
Only the Deaf could enjoy it
Cripples hunting Great Aromas of the Silence
Blind can't cope with darkness
And the silence was touched,
No one could bear the Disaster
Smiles on the face of the Noise
The Dumb Singing of help
The blind ready to correct the mistakes
On the top of all, the Noise Stand,
So hard to dance but no option
Tears on the face of the deaf
Sympathizing the agony of silence.
From the sofa, The blind watched
poem by Abayomi Okemakinde
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