A Simile
What village but has sometimes seen
The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
Tremendous claws, and shagged hair
Of that grim brute yclept a bear?
He from his dam the learn'd agree,
Received the curious form you see;
Who with her plastic tongue alone,
Produced a visage-like her own-
And thus they hint, in mystic fashion,
The powerful force of education.
Perhaps yon crowd of swains is viewing,
Even now, the strange exploits of Bruin,
Who plays his antics, roars aloud,
The wonder of a gaping crowd!
So have I known an awkward lad,
Whose birth has made a parish glad,
Forbid, for fear of sense, to roam,
And taught by kind mamma at home,
Who gives him many a well-tried rule,
With ways and means-to play the fool.
In sense the same, in stature higher,
He shines, ere long, a rural squire,
Pours forth unwitty jokes, and swears,
And bawls, and drinks, but chiefly stares:
His tenants of superior sense
Carouse, and laugh, at his expense,
And deem the pastime I'm relating
To be as pleasant as bear-baiting.
poem by William Shenstone
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You Are Better
You have actually succeeded in convincing me
I was making a fool of myself, everything I said
interpreted as negative - I give up, conform to
your opinion - I am too tired to fight - besides
why fight someone who shall do everything
that's wanted -
Why expect understanding and friendship
when I get common sense, help buying
groceries, guidance in human relations,
everything required - if you feel that I‘m
stupid, I have to agree; but as it means
you are the biggest fool
For putting up with me while I feel that you
are worthy - it means I would not agree to
anything with someone I deem unworthy:
if you deem me unworthy, so be it, you
are welcome to put yourself down, I'd
never do such a thing myself
If you feel you were capable of choosing an
inferior partner while I feel superior in my
choice of you, I prefer my own estima-
tion to yours; you can rate me as low
as you please, I rate me as high
as can be - because I know
You are better than this…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XI
Beyond her sat a second monster. She
In shape and sense was undisguisedly real,
An ox--eyed queen of full--fed majesty
And giant height and comeliness ideal.
She too her tale related, as was due,
In measured tones, her age, her birth, her name,
Bourgeois her parents, friends of order too,
And good Imperialists of honest fame,
Her age eighteen, her height seven feet, her waist
An ell and more in its circumference,
Her leg above the knee, and where was placed
Its point of full development. . . The sense
Of the rest I lost, for laughing half aloud
Again a woman touched me in the crowd.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Laugh song
(it's just a silly song, please sing with your own melody)
Drunken man: The bottle is empty
I’m still thirsty
What can we do right now?
Crowd: Let’s steal some wine!
Bar owner: It’s the time up now!
You must pay and go
Crowd: Why is she so cruel?
We’re just having fun
Bar owner: The wind goes strong
I’m afraid storm comes
What can I do old man
With drunken men and fool?
Crowd: Our friends with us
You are warm and nice
Bar owner: No more drink tonight
Go home, goodnight!
Servant boy: The rain goes heavy
The bridge is down!
Crowd: Lord has mercy
We can’t go right now!
Crowd: The road is dark
Hard storm around
What can we do right now?
Bar owner: Sit and wait sad clown!
Man: Thunder sparks wild
Do we have some bone?
The dog still barks
Crowd: Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark
Drunken man: The bone is gone
Tomorrow we’ll mourn
What can we do right now?
Crowd: What can we do right now?
Man: No feet dance here
No music I hear
Crowd: Let’s ask our dear!
She can cheer we here
Man: The fiddle’s asleep
Her cords are curling
Crowd: Let’s just sing a song!
La, la, la, la, la
Drunken man: Your song is bad
My ears are ache
Crowd: It’s the wine not song
Your sense goes wrong
Servant boy: The rain still falls
It’s not safe to home
Crowd: We own our fall
It’s not safe from fight
Drunken man: The bottles mad and fly
Too pity they’re empty
Bar owner: Play set in my rest
You’ll be kicked and wet!
Man: Let’s close to the fire
Till words are over
Crowd: Tell tales and stories
Till the world’s over
Crowd: Only wise can say
We crazy laugh and cry
In the middle of flood
The last laugh will shout!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I lost
It started out real slowly
A few simple hyms and haws
I changed them just to suit you
But then I lost it all.
I lost the way I used to laugh
At times quite dumb and silly.
I lost the way I used to think
Of life in a big city.
I lost my sense of independence
Which I once held so strong
I lost my sense of humor
Ever since you came along.
I lost my sense of flair
That made me shine so bright.
I even lost my favorite Bear
That I used to hold so tight.
But worst of all
I lost me sense
of being who I am
And so tonight
I take it back
No matter what you care
For its not right
To lose so much
Just to gain dispair.
poem by Catherine Raymond
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The Poem Is A Vent
now you must
learn what poetry is
alright, you must
agree that it gives
sometimes a sense
of pleasure
where emotions begin
to play in the dark
in the park
it becomes the hallmark
of your freedom
you must have noticed
how the words chosen
are tilted in your favor
because now you are
the master of this
game of truth
and purity
you must know by now
that poetry somehow
is a escape
there are exits in
its structure where
you design your
freedom
your tunnel from that
prison wall of
closed structures
without windows without
light
this is the sense of
selfishness away
from the crowd
away from those
that humiliate you
from those that
knows nothing of you
except your madness
your introversion into the
silent (yet colorful world)
of metaphors
the frogs there sing
the rain does not stop
falling
the rainbows come
bridging that gap
between your
illusion and your
reality
you must know
by now
what all these means
in the most simple term
this is your
kit for survival
a box of words
the most private room
of your
sexy metaphors
your women and your
dreams
your treasures and
your island
your house without
a roof
because all night long
you always want
to see the stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Need You
Knowing
Is what people tell you
That youre thinking wrong
Embrace you,
But they really mean so long
You talk to them
They laugh aloud
Yet they run to you
In any crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
Were dancing
We will come and dance near you
We want to learn
Let us come and sitar with you
Distort my ears when
The musics loud
Yet you raise your hatchet
In the yellow crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
Knowing
Is what people tell you
That youre thinking wrong
Embrace you,
But they really mean so long
You talk to them
They laugh aloud
Yet they run to you
In any crowd
Please talk to me again
I need you
song performed by by Who
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Sonnet 2
my mind's eye from outer eye remove.
make senseless the argument of sense
that beauty not subject to sense prove
nor object to time that takes you hence.
then, mind from eye withdrawn,
in dark, sense may shine bright
and mind itself your beauty form,
forming mind to your illuminate.
but not thought's sense to hear
nor sense of mind in sense feel,
dimensional sight and intelligent ear
bereft of mind from mind would reel.
no war between your feature and form
exists except in eye - that does harm.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Barely bearable
I find the winter hard to bear.
A fact that must clearly state.
I wish I had been born a bear
and had the sense to hibernate
I do not like the damp and cold
nor do I like the snow and ice
and it gets worse as I grow old.
I often think it would be nice.
To be a hairy grizzly bear
and sleep from autumn until spring.
Kept snug and warm by my thick hair,
no need to wake for anything.
But sadly I am not a bear
I need my thermal underwear.
1-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Other Me
I Know I Was A Crazy Fool
For Treating You The Way I Did
But Something Took Hold Of Me
And I Acted Like A Dustbin Lid
I Didn't Give Second Though
To What The Consequence Might Be
I Really Wouldn't Be Surprised
If You Were Trying To Find Another Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
I Know It Doesn't Take A Lot
To Have A Little Self-Control
But Every Time That I Forgot
Well I Landed In Another Hole
But Everytime You Pull Me Out
I Find It Harder Not To See
That We Can Build A Better Life
If I Can Try To Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
But If I Ever Hurt You
Well You Know That It's Not Real
It's No Easy Living By Yourself
So Imagine How I Feel
I Wish That I Could Take It Back
I'd Like To Make A Different Mood
And If You Let Me Try Again
I'll Have A Better Attitude
Well I Know That One And One Make Two
And That's What I Want Us To Be
I Really Would Appreciate It
If You'd Help Me Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Other Me
I know I was a crazy fool
For treating you the way I did
But something took hold of me
And I acted like a dustbin lid
I didnt give second though
To what the consequence might be
I really wouldnt be surprised
If you were trying to find another me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
I know it doesnt take a lot
To have a little self-control
But every time that I forgot
Well I landed in another hole
But everytime you pull me out
I find it harder not to see
That we can build a better life
If I can try to find the other me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
But if I ever hurt you
Well you know that its not real
Its no easy living by yourself
So imagine how I feel
I wish that I could take it back
Id like to make a different mood
And if you let me try again
Ill have a better attitude
Well I know that one and one make two
And thats what I want us to be
I really would appreciate it
If youd help me find the other me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Session musicians kind of respected me because what I was talking about made sense. That all came from an education. Believe me, education does you more good. Maybe that's the reason I've been around so long.
quote by Bobby Vinton
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Shouldve Been The One
My baby, shouldve been the one
Last night I was so scared I couldnt close my eyes
You still live in me
Some how I made it through the night
Rescued by the break of day, once again
I know someones in your heart, its pulling me apart
But I guess Im the one to blame (its so hard)
And its so hard (so hard) holding back the tears now youve
Dissapeared
How I long to hold you near
Chorus:
Oh I shouldve been the one whos with you now
Shouldve been the one thats feeling proud
I failed you now
Oh I shouldve read the signs in your eyes
Shouldve had the sense to realise
Ive lost you now
I see you, laughing out loud standing in the crowd
The same crowd I used to know
But its too late now to change anything
Ive lost everything
Gotta learn to let you go
Chorus
I shouldve been the light in your eyes (shouldve been the light)
Shouldve been the fire in your smile (shouldve been the fire)
I shouldve been your spirit and your guide
I wonder do you think of me? (do you think of me? )
Maybe you shed a tear for me (shed a tear for me)
I realise I paid the price but nothings gonna change the way I fell
For
You
Oh I shouldve been the one whos with you now
Shouldve been the one whos feeling proud
Girl Ive failed you now
Shouldve read the signs in your eyes
Shouldve had the sense to realise
Ive lost you now
I know I let you down, baby had to fool around
Oh I shouldve been the one whos with you now
Shouldve been the one whos feeling proud
I failed you now
I shouldve read the signs, baby shouldve realised
Oh I shouldve read the signs in your eyes
Shouldve had the sense to realise
Ive lost you now
I know I let you down, baby had to fool around.
song performed by by 911
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Sense
Sense
Which makes some sense
Other than nonsense
Supreme sense
Is civic sense.
Embedded with moral sense
Inject sense
In this universe
Oozing with nonsense.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Prayer For a New Mother
The things she knew, let her forget again-
The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold,
The gaping shepherds, and the queer old men
Piling their clumsy gifts of foreign gold.
Let her have laughter with her little one;
Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing,
Grant her her right to whisper to her son
The foolish names one dare not call a king.
Keep from her dreams the rumble of a crowd,
The smell of rough-cut wood, the trail of red,
The thick and chilly whiteness of the shroud
That wraps the strange new body of the dead.
Ah, let her go, kind Lord, where mothers go
And boast his pretty words and ways, and plan
The proud and happy years that they shall know
Together, when her son is grown a man.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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My Bear
I never killed a bear because
I always thought them critters was
So kindo' cute;
Though round my shack they often came,
I'd raise my rifle and take aim,
But couldn't shoot.
Yet there was one full six-feet tall
Who came each night and gobbled all
The grub in sight;
On my pet garden truck he'd feast,
Until I thought I must at least
Give him a fight.
I put some corn mush in a pan;
He lapped it swiftly down and ran
With bruin glee;
A second day I did the same,
Again with eagerness he came
To gulp and flee.
The third day I mixed up a cross
Of mustard and tobasco sauce,
And ginger too,
Well spiced with pepper of cayenne,
Topped it with treacled mush, and then
Set out the brew.
He was a huge and husky chap;
I saw him shamble to the trap,
The dawn was dim.
He squatted down on his behind,
And through the cheese-cloth window-blind
I peeked at him.
I never saw a bear so glad;
A look of joy seraphic had
His visage brown;
He slavered, and without suspish-
- Ion hugged that horrid dish,
And swilled it down.
Just for a moment he was still,
Then he erupted loud and shrill
With frantic yell;
The picket fence he tried to vault;
He turned a double somersault,
And ran like hell.
I saw him leap into the lake,
As if a thirst of fire to slake,
And thrash up foam;
And then he sped along the shore,
And beat his breast with raucous roar,
And made for home.
I guess he told the folks back there
My homestead was taboo for bear
For since that day,
Although my pumpkins star the ground,
No other bear has come around,
Nor trace of bruin have I found,
- Well, let me pray!
poem by Robert William Service
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The formal education that I received made little sense to me.
quote by Twyla Tharp
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The Image Of Me
Yes I know shes the life of the party
And without her things here would die
Oh but dont you be fooled by her laughter
She has her sad times, she knows how to cry
She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone shell tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed
That Ive made her the image of me
Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
And she loved me til I dragged her down
Then she gave up and drifted away
She drinks and she talks just a little too long
And with her bride gone shell tag along with any old crowd
Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed
That Ive made her the image of me
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Since I Have Felt The Sense Of Death
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have borne its dread, its fear—
Oh, how my life has grown more dear
Since I have felt the sense of death!
Sorrows are good, and cares are small,
Since I have known the loss of all.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
And death forever at my side—
Oh, how the world has opened wide
Since I have felt the sense of death!
My hours are jewels that I spend,
For I have seen the hours end.
Since I have felt the sense of death,
Since I have looked on that black night—
My inmost brain is fierce with light
Since I have felt the sense of death.
O dark, that made my eyes to see!
O death, that gave my life to me!
poem by Helen Hoyt
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Lay Your Hands On Me
Sat in the corner of the garden grill, with plastic flowers
On the window sil
No more miracles, loaves and fishes, been so busy with the
Washing of the dishes
Reaction levels much too high - I can do without the stimuli
Im living way beyond my ways and means, living in the
Zone of the inbetweens
I can see the flashes on the frozen ocean, static charge of
The cold emotion
Watched on by the distant eyes - watched on by the silent
Hidden spies
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
No luck, no golden chances
No mitigating circumstances now
Its only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Working in gardens, thornless roses, fat men play with their
Garden hoses
Poolside laughter has a cynical bite, sausage speared by the
Cocktail satellite
I walk away from from light and sound, down stairways
Leading underground
But still the warmth flows through me
And I sense you know me well
Its only common sense
There are no accidents around here
I am willing - lay your hands on me
I am ready - lay your hands on me
I believe - lay your hands on me, over me
Over me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me
Lay your hands on me, over me
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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