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At The Abbey Theatre

DEAR Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case.
When we are high and airy hundreds say
That if we hold that flight they'll leave the place,
While those same hundreds mock another day
Because we have made our art of common things,
So bitterly, you'd dream they longed to look
All their lives through into some drift of wings.
You've dandled them and fed them from the book
And know them to the bone; impart to us --
We'll keep the secret -- a new trick to please.
Is there a bridle for this Proteus
That turns and changes like his draughty seas?
Or is there none, most popular of men,
But when they mock us, that we mock again?

poem by William Butler Yeats
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Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.
And every sand becomes a gem
Reflected in the beams divine;
Blown back they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel's paths they shine.

The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton's Particles of Light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

poem by William Blake
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Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau

Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau
Mock on Mock on! tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind
And the wind blows it back againt

And every sand becomes a Gem
Reflected in the beams divine
Blown back they blind the mocking Eyet
But still in Israels paths they shine

The Atoms of Democritus
And Newtons Particles of light
Are sands upon the Red sea shore
Where Israels tents do shine so bright

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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No Mocking

Man does not mock a cow or a dog
For it lacks the sixth sense that he’s got.
Man must not mock an idiot likewise
For he hasn’t as much brain as he’s got.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Self-Mocking

Whenever I self mock
over a compliment I have been given
it is not to insult the person who gave it,
more to injure myself.
I can cope with most things
that are given to me except compliments.
Sound Strange?
When I was growing up many years ago,
I was belittled by family and friends alike.
They made me feel like a misfit,
so a misfit I became.
I endured insults about me
in every way shape and form.
Compliments were never given
and became a stranger to me.
Now that I am older,
I do not stand easy
when compliments are given
and I have to mock myself
and make a parody out of me.
I grew up feeling useless in everything I did.
They did not realise what they were doing
and hurting that they caused. I
t was not jokes they threw at me,
but hurting insults that made me feel insecure.
Now when compliments come
I cannot accept them readily.
I cannot accept that anyone
would want to compliment me,
so I self mock myself you see.

10 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Comic Preacher.

'What proof have you the good man is a fool,
Or that the folly does not rather lie
With those who mock him?'
'Common sense, sir, must
Have some weight even in religious things;
And when a prophet turns comedian,
God's out of favour.'

poem by Robert Crawford
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Only One Mother

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
But only one mother to dry your eyes,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
But only one mother to have forever
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
But only one mother to help you try
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
But only one mother to treat us like treasure
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
But only one mother to help us move on
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
But only one mother the world wide over
Hundreds of people to tell apart
But only one mother to give us her heart

poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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Trojan And Germany

Indigo soldiers
Of little aquarium
They mock a war
They mock a swim
These toys are
Depicting tragedies
Of Trojan and Germany

(written on July 2,2010 Danang City Vietnam)

poem by Chester Maynes
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At the Foresters

The shadows of the gaslit wings
Come softly crawling down our way;
Before the curtain someone sings,
The music sounds from far away;
I lounge beside you in the wings.

Prying and indiscreet, the lights
Illumine, if you haply move,
The prince's dress, the yellow tights,
That fit your figure like a glove:
You shrink a little from the lights.

Divinely rosy rouged, your face
Smiles, with its painted little mouth,
Half tearfully, a quaint grimace;
The charm and pathos of your youth
Mock the mock roses of your face.

And there is something in your look
(Ambiguous, independent Flo!)
As teasing as a half-shut book;
It lures me till I long to know
The many meanings of your look:

The tired defiance of the eyes,
Pathetically whimsical,
Childish and whimsical and wise;
And now, relenting after all,
The softer welcome of your eyes.

poem by Arthur Symons
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Bahnhofstrasse

The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.

Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.

Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Highhearted youth comes not again

Nor old heart's wisdom yet to know
The signs that mock me as I go.

poem by James Joyce
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Past is dust.

My childhood was not aware that
My adulthood would later mock at it.
My adulthood was not aware that
My old stage would mock at adulthood.
My senescence will be mocked at
By my soul. Every past is dust.
07.06.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Cook

I eat more than I cook, little eyes are on me,
As I weep and shudder furiously, full of bad habit.
The reality of a life beyond encases me still,
To stop this, tragedy appears to mock and arrive
At our doorstep. The door is a forceful entrance
Into the brilliance of the universe, the gates remind.
I have eaten all this while, food to mock,
As the lipids stretch my body, with proteins and salts.
These minerals are what cooks are made of,
Cooks remind me of worlds and foods.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Mockery

Sometimes I laugh—what else can a man do
Who does not know ? This little ego here
Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
This filmy wing sounding the starry sphere—
What bold abysmal incongruity,
What joke of the gods to make a mock of me !

I hear you sing, and wonder how you dare.
Too fine for song they are—the tint of the rose,
The touch of a child, love's beauty and despair,
All the sad furtive exquisiteness that blows,
Like scent of gardens I may never see,
Across my sense to make a mock of me.

That I, this atom infinitesimal,
This chance-blown seed of flesh and fire, that I
Should front the dread immensity, the all,
Shocking the silence with my futile cry—
What dark inscrutable absurdity,
What joke of the gods to make a mock of me!

poem by Harriet Monroe
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Callous women folk

Hundreds and hundreds of women
Were on the way, on who you set your eyes.
hundreds and hundreds of men
might set on them their eyes.
Women grow immune to men
and undermine them altogether,
with delight in men’s plethora.
Light attracting swam! Woman is callous.
25.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth

Strong are thine arms, O love, & strong
Thine heart to live, and love, and long;
But thou art wed to grief and wrong:
Live, then, and long, though hope be dead!
Live on, & labour thro’ the years!
Make pictures through the mist of tears,
Of unforgotten happy fears,
That crossed the time ere hope was dead.
Draw near the place where once we stood
Amid delight’s swift-rushing flood,
And we and all the world seemed good
Nor needed hope now cold and dead.
Dream in the dawn I come to thee
Weeping for things that may not be!
Dream that thou layest lips on me!
Wake, wake to clasp hope’s body dead!
Count o’er and o’er, and one by one
The minutes of the happy sun
That while agone on kissed lips shone,
Count on, rest not, for hope is dead.
Weep, though no hair’s breadth thou shalt move
The living Earth, the heaven above
By all the bitterness of love!
Weep and cease not, now hope is dead!
Sighs rest thee not, tears bring no ease,
Life hath no joy, and Death no peace:
The years change not, though they decrease,
For hope is dead, for hope is dead.
Speak, love, I listen: far away
I bless the tremulous lips, that say,
“Mock not the afternoon of day,
Mock not the tide when hope is dead!”
I bless thee, O my love, who say’st:
“Mock not the thistle-cumbered waste;
I hold Love’s hand, and make no haste
Down the long way, now hope is dead.
With other names do we name pain,
The long years wear our hearts in vain.
Mock not our loss grown into gain,
Mock not our lost hope lying dead.
Our eyes gaze for no morning-star,
No glimmer of the dawn afar;
Full silent wayfarers we are
Since ere the noon-tide hope lay dead.
Behold with lack of happiness
The master, Love, our hearts did bless
Lest we should think of him the less:
Love dieth not, though hope is dead!”

poem by William Morris
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E: What You Are

I walk into this room, oh
All eyes on me now
But i do not know the ppl inside
Look straight through me these eyes
Seeking more wisdom than i have to give away
Realize, realize what you are
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
Are you and i so unalike?
I don't hear you just as i am
Afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, lest they say,
Why don't you know?
If you live life, then you become what you are
The sea is unsparing
We are all drifting away, away from you, i pray for you now
Hoping to God on high is
Like clinging to straws while drowning,
oh realize, realize what you are
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
Are you and i so unalike
I don't hear you just as i am
afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, lest they say, why don't you know
when you live life, then you become what you are
what you are
is the beast in the lover's arms
what you are
is the devil in the sweet sweet kiss
what you are
is missing a piece
what you are
is a puzzle to me
chorus:
What you've become just as i have
are you and i so unalike?
i don't hear you just as i am
afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world, until you die
don't you know when you give life, then you become what you are

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Evidence Is Obvious

It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!

They say, 'Nothing is near us.
We are kings/queens of the universe! '

But their restrictions limited by inflictions...
Can not see,
We have been monitored constantly!

'It' is already here!
That powerful force...
We are told does not appear.
With abilities beyond,
What we hold dear!

It's time to leave them!
Those that can not be lead.
Those attached to barbaric beliefs...
And sealed to the hip.
Following behind blindly,
The madness of dead weight heads.
Who mock intelligence,
To induce fear, agony and dread!

The evidence is obvious,
As we are told to ignore truth...
And concentrate on terrorists!
With the assistance of strategists,
Doing their best...
To manipulate what we see and digest!

Proving there is no death!
Perhaps a transference of indifference...
We shed!
To lift us to other dimensions instead!

People are seeing 'things'!
That can not be describe as white,
With blond hair!
Green or blue blood shot eyes!

Goodbye reality!
There are just too many holes...
In the ability to maintain,
A stability going down the drain!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pedestal

I sit upon a pedestal
Of the once so proud and haughty fool
And watch the day die to night
In a painful blood red light
I ask the fools who place me here
Do you truly not yet fear?
That a fall from heights such as these
Will bring a nation to its knees
They laugh and mock and disbelieve
Yet I wonder now why I do not leave
This place where idiots sit on thrones
To fly or flee to a place I can be alone
Where my actions hold my shame or fame
Yet none can blame their actions on my name
A place where I am my own to rule
Not a scapegoat on a forsaken pedestal

poem by Rebecca Pepper
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In my book of zoology

In my book of zoology
The wolves are as innocent as lambs
The lambs as cunning as foxes
The monkeys always trick on humans
The birds refuse to be a symbol of anything
The bees are not as busy as you would like them to be
The donkeys are carrot loving farmers
The fish keep the secret of language
To be revealed by dolphins only
The butterflies mock the wingless hands
The mice have outtrapped the mazes
The eagles know the depth of all the sights
The cockroaches are busy with an infinitesimal account
Elephants remember what others have forgotten
The crabs quarrel with Zenonian measurements
The giraffe will always spit if you go too far
The lizard is a wizard of sunbathing
The rainbow is in love with the chameleon

I'm really sorry if you don't understand this
But
In my book of zoology you are either with me or against me

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Loving is eating

I love you-
Comes very common
from the lips of men.
I want to eat you-
Is what it means.
To hundreds, he told.
From hundreds, she heard.
Love dies with out eating.
17.11.2001, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loving is eating.

I love you-
Comes very common
from the lips of men.
I want to eat you-
Is what it means.
To hundreds, he told.
From hundreds, she heard.
Love dies with out eating.
17.11.2001, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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