How The Cookie Crumbles
I rant and rave
at my only welcome
being
the gaping
grave.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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You'll Be The Death Of Me - A Mother's Rant
If I rant, if I rave
It is from love, at you I rage
It is my maddening heart's desire
To see you through, to lift you higher
To lead you to a better place
Where life's fulfillment, be your grace
A wish for future days to hold
A haven safe, within God's fold
Reared by tongue, trained by switch
Neither left you in a hitch
Scrambling for a crumb to eat
Or too weak to pull you to your feet
Though our desires may not agree
There's no more precious gift to me
Than to see you grow into a man
As I know then, you'll understand
Why I rant, why I rave
The prelude to an early grave
But someday in your future life
You'll find a home and take a wife
Then at last, your eyes will see
What a parent is meant to be
You'll look into your children's eyes
And comprehend, my demise
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic
Rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave
Rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave
World full of lovers, city full of good times - rave
Dont go undercover, I can get u out of your mind - come on - rave
All you need is a good walk and a brand new position
Then we can spread the real soul, doin it like a mission (rave) - rave
Oh, rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave
Everybody, rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave
Arrividerci cock poppy, that was hip yesterday - rave
New thing hitting where it feel good, what did u say? - rave
Tell me all: aint that a bomb? mack daddy aint got no gun - rave
Everybody got a new thing, new fun - scandalous - rave
Ooh, uve got 2 - rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave
Everybody, rave un2 the joy fantastic - rave - ooh yeah oh
Come on, sugar
Rave
Take a look inside your mind
Sister got a sizzler on, (know she 2 hot) ooh - know she 2 hot (rave) - rave
Brutha playing an apache scarf
Gaultier - stop (oh-oh)
Ooh, ifhad a dollar 4 every time they smiled
Id sho nuff jump and holla
Cuz Id sho nuff be rich a while - rave
Everybody rave
(rave un2 the joy fantastic) - ooh rave {2x}
Ooh
song performed by by Prince
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Shout Shout
Correct me if you think that Im mistaken
I wouldnt want to overstate my case
But while Im the one bringing home the bacon
Ive got a right to be heard around this place
You seem to think that life dealt you a bad deal
On the day we both pronounced the words I do
You yell at me for hours about what bugs you
Well thats a waste of time cos I can do that too
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
Im trying my best to be your husband
And a father to our little baby girl
And Id rather rely on my own judgement
Than the vagaries and fashions of this world
If you wanted a doctor or a lawyer
You should have married one of them instead of me
Or some other guy who would ignore you
When hed make a point and you would disagree
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when doing that
And now Ill make my confessing
I love to row as much as you
But while it might be fun, in the long run
Its not going to change a thing we do
Again I make my confession
I love to row as much a you
But while it might be fun, in the long run
Its not going to change a thing we do
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
Shout shout dont leave a doubt
Smash up the place or throw things about
You wont change a thing by doing that
Rant rave pull out your hair
Turn on the tears, I still wont care
You dont move me an inch when you do that
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Stifle Rave and Rant
Some people
(who can’t be identified)
Say some things
(that can’t be verified)
That passes for news that’s
(rarified, bullied and) terrified.
Some people say
Liberals are always wrong
Past, future and present.
Some people say
They pigeonhole wrong
people like pheasant.
Some people say
“Some people say
Liberals? - unpleasant.”
Some people say
“Some people say
Liberals? - mamby pamby.”
Wrong people say
Fair and balanced
Fox News can’t be.
Some people say
Some people and
Wrong people can’t
Sit somewhere and
Talk, and stifle
Rave and rant.
Some people grind
Opinion sausage at
A shiny plant.
An elephant shows
Greater respect for
A tiny ant.
Sit somewhere and
Talk, and stifle
Rave and rant.
So couch people
Can watch decent
Fair and gallant
People get cast
By some people
As wrong. Wrong-ized.
Richard Clarke, for one
Comes to mind. Wrong
For having apologized!
[5-20-05 Berkeley, CA]
poem by David Floren
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Rave In2 The Joy Fantastic
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
World full of lovers, city full of good times - Rave!
Don't go undercover, I can get you out of yo mind, come on - Rave!
All you need is a DJ and an urge to move (Are you ready?)
We can get this party on, don't ya wanna groove?
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
Everybody rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
Arrividerci cock poppy, I just need a funky beat
To get my body movin' up outta my seat
Tell me y'all, ain't that the bomb?
Mack daddy ain't got no gun
We just droppin' this needle right dat there up on the one
(The one most scandalous)
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
Everybody rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
Tell me y'all, ain't that the bomb?
Everybody got a new thang - Scandalous (Rave)
Ooh, you're so hot, boo
Ahh, you've got to..
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
(Into the shining light)
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
(It ain't a sin to party all night)
Rave in2 the joy fantastic supergroovelastic funk
Guaranteed to make you shake
Move something round your big ole trunk
Punk sucka talkin' plenty gettin' yo Henny on
Grab your partner by the hand
And dance to this song, come on
Brotha playin' an Apache scar!
Gaultier - stop!
(Whoa whoa whoa)
Rave in2 this joy fantastic
Moneyapolis Beautiful Strange
Pump it up loud New York City
Headbobbin' in the Range
Baby knows where to go
Tangerine, but I like your flow
Tonight we get tight, uhh
Until the morning light
Rave in2 the joy fantastic - Rave!
(Into the morning, the morning light)
Rave in2 the joy fantastic -
song performed by by Prince
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Rave On, John Donne
Rave on john donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page
Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels
Rave on, walt whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on fill the senses
On natures bright green shady path
Rave on omar khayyam, rave on kahlil gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the holy bread
Rave on let a man come out of ireland
Rave on on mr. yeats,
Rave on down through the holy rosey cross
Rave on down through theosophy, and the golden dawn
Rave on through the writing of a vision
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on
Rave on john donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on words on printed page
song performed by by Van Morrison
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My own view would be to let Saddam bluster, let him rant and rave all he wants. As long as he behaves himself within his own borders, we should not be addressing any attack or resources against him.
quote by Dick Armey
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Rave On
Well the little things that you say and do
Make me want to be with you
Oh, rave on its a crazy feeling
And I know its got me reelin
When you say I love you
Rave on
The way you dance and hold me tight
The way you kiss when we goodnight
Rave on its a crazy feeling
And I know its got me reelin
When you say I love you
Oh, rave on
Well rave on its a crazy feeling
And I know its got me reelin
Im so glad your revealing your love for me
Rave on, rave on, tell me,
Tell me not to be lonely,
Tell me, you love me only
Rave on to me
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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It's a lot more fun for actors to cry and rant and rave, or have a drug problem or a drinking problem.
quote by Jerry Orbach
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My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual.
quote by Phyllis Diller
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Nipple To The Bottle
Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you dont get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
Youre still a baby.
Dont give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
Im still a lady,
I wont do it tonight,
I wont do it tonight,
No way baby,
I wont give in and I wont feel guilty.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
Power and wealth surrendering myself,
It aint easy,
Embarassing my store by opening up my door,
When its breezy.
You showed me your force,
Exaggerated stamina and energy,
No place for that,
No place for that,
Its not that easy.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
You aint gon get it, I aint gon give it,
You aint gon get it, I aint gon give it.
Colour and warmth came into your world,
It makes me crazy,
When you dont get what you want,
You scream and you shout,
Youre still a lady.
Dont give me a line,
Keep the lid on the bottle this time,
Im still a lady,
I wont do it tonight,
I wont do it tonight,
No where baby,
I wont give in and I wont feel guilty.
Rant and rave to manipulate me,
From the nipple to the bottle,
Never satisfied
From the nipple to the bottle,
Now the cow must die.
I aint gon give it, you aint gon get it,
If I dont give it, how you gonna get it?
I aint gon give it, you aint gon get it,
If I dont give it, how you gonna get it? (fade)
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Knowing nothing and fearing everything, they rant and rave and riot like so many maniacs. The subject does not matter. Any idea which gives them an excuse of getting excited will serve. They look for a victim to chivy, and howl him down, and finally lynch him in a sheer storm of sexual frenzy which they honestly imagine to be moral indignation, patriotic passion or some equally avowable emotion.
quote by Aleister Crowley
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rants
RHYME RANT ON PROSE RANTS
Prose which with capitals would rant
against pet hate, for favoured cause
is often filled with fatal flaws,
or pays attention far too scant
to harmony, stays ignorant
of rhythm which enhances, draws
skein polychrome. Its pointed jaws
restrict free scope increasing cant,
seldom perceived as elegant.
True poet purity implores
to etch, to sketch, to open doors
upon perspective which prose [r]ant
encounters rarely where it roams
on well trod trails of barren tomes.
3 December 2007
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Rhyme Rant on Prose Rant poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Turmoil
Your mind so tired, I can tell
we rant and we rave and feel the need to yell
I pull up a stool
you think I'm a fool
Opposite you I sit
and look at you for a bit
take hold of your hands
note the missing bands
Your fingers I twirl
My minds in a whirl
to tell you what I feel
and let you know its real
feelings and emotions
am I just going through the motions?
In your eyes I stare so deep
for the secrets that you keep
for the times I deny
I say with a sigh
I LOVE YOU
RG/RR
poem by Robert Green
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No Escape
Death conquers all: None can defy
his clarion call all must obey.
He names the time the place the day
the very minute that we die.
A simple fact we can’t deny
nor yet in any way delay.
Death conquers all.
Although we feel compelled to try.
Each one of us in our own way,
some rave and rant whilst others pray.
It matters not all men must die
Death conquers all.
Rondeau Prime
(10-Jun-07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Foreboding
Is something foreboding
coming my way?
Or is the apprehension
just troubling today?
Is it just me
that senses a wave
of stormy waters
that rant and rave?
I hardly think
that I am alone.
For there are many souls
that can feel the groan.
This earth, our mother
is quite aware
of how I feel
as I sit and stare.
I stare into space
and pray for the young.
I have lived long
and my songs I've sung.
But they deserve a day
when something foreboding
won't enter their thoughts
or come their way.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Save Me Instead
Rima never watches scary movies while I never read
sad books; trusting Jean Ure to be a good author for
children, I read her book, expecting the abused kids
to escape nasty parents – it did not happen; leaving
me with a gaping hole in my heart
The whole world bathed in a sad grey light, yet it was
necessary to feel this sadness tonight, felt melancholic
and useless all day: my eighteen year old kid getting
angry at me and nearly crashing, not stopping at stop
streets and barging in front of people
Not listening to me, stalling the car on a steep incline,
stalling on the road because changing gears down is
too much effort for the lofty ‘Madame’, I am a failure
as driving instructor, a failure at work, no documents
received for processing, no idiots writing
To the President, they might have made me angry, but
it would have meant being useful- I’m only an oxygen
thief trying to learn about quantum physics instead of
trying to meet demanding requirements, this is most
unsettling, my mind is unhinged, I’m lost
I have nothing to rant and rave about, just the cold
knowledge that I have nothing to dream about after
reading the world is well-ordered and does not need
saving, if I cannot save it, the world must save me
instead, give me a goal to accomplish…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Today... 'Christ the King of Israel
Rejected and spurned they just would not receive
Him as Christ the king and they did not believe.
but there they crucified Him upon that hill
and platted a crown of thorns mocking Him still.
Reviling him they began to rant and rave.
'He saved others but Himself He cannot save'
All those that had preferred Barabbas instead.
'Let Him descend down now from the cross, ' they said.
We hear the God of heaven look down and say
'My King reigns upon My holy hill this day.'
For Jesus Christ is the King of Israel
and the King of all other nations as well.
(see also the additional information below in the Poet's box)
In Nineveh.
As he of Joppa sought to 'scape
The utterance of the given word,
And dared to get him from the Lord
In a ship down to Tarshish, — know
Thou canst not any burden throw
That was ordained for thee to bear
Though faith may make it light as air.
Though thou within the dust may rave,
Within the dust may rave and curse
Thy being and the universe,
He sends His lightnings still abroad,
Yet plants for thee the shadowy gourd,
And comes so near He leaves a trace
Of beauty on thy bitter face.
Thou canst not lose thyself: thou art
The given word; its utterance too
Is in all thou dost dream and do:
All men must hear it, hearing thee:
Thou canst not 'scape the prophecy
Of thy life here, howe'er thou rave
Between the cradle and the grave.
What if thou wert He, being here —
So much of Him made flesh as can
Find its conception in a man;
Thy very breath His own, and thou
The veriest utterance of Him now?
It is His work: — let thyself be,
And He will cry in Nineveh!
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Mind Of A Crazy Person
“Your asking me to be in the mind
of a crazy person”,
my friend did reply,
I can tell you this,
and here is why.
They are definetly
a waste of time.
Also, I don’t think I want to know,
these people live with made up foes,
Foes in their mind that they
Rant and rave to,
they have no clue.
They are crazy,
but they make you think,
they don’t need a shrink.
Giving you a pretty image
of all their made up lies,
giving their story more life.
So your answer to your
question is plain to see,
stay away from Crazy people,
and the world will be more happy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 21,2011
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