Copy Cat
Do you like cats?
Like cat in the hat?
Not just any old cat,
That scratches hats
Not normal ones,
That eats buns
This one writes
Thinks it always has rights
This one doesn't watch bats
What i'm talkin' about....... is a Copy Cat.
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Dont You Think It's Time?
children have rights,
women have rights.
lovers have rights.
people of all religions,
and even atheists have rights.
people of all colors,
speaking every language have rights.
trees and rivers have rights.
cats and dogs have rights.
cattle have rights,
homeless people have rights.
prisoners have rights.
democrats and republicans have rights,
even socialists have rights.
the jobless have rights,
old people have rights...
and the hungry have
the right to be fed!
damnit! dont you think it's time?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Govt. Health Warning.
'I'm terrified of cheese, ' he said,
'And rather scared of hats, '
'The cheese will make me sneeze,
You see, and hats just drive me bats! '
The doctor gave a little smile,
'I've news for you! ' he said,
'Tonight you'll eat some Irish stew,
Tomorrow you'll be dead! '
'Beware of gorgonzola!
Beware of Danish Blue!
Beware of wearing hats at all!
Beware of Irish stew! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Writes
He seems to be
Doing drugs and
Drinks...
As whatever
He writes
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me.
Maybe,
Whenever he
Writes...
He's so very
Intoxicated
On a high,
That his
Sanity
Bids him
Goodbye,
And the
Utter
Nonsense
That he
Writes...
Doesn't
Make
Much
Sense
To me ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Eva & Dexter
In the city of Portlandia lives "Eva T"
A girl quite pretty n' smart you'd agree
She likes dogs more than cats;
Songbirds more than bats,
And thinks her dog "Dexter" quite funny!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Talkin' To Me
Funny how it's hard to find the words sometimes you know
Wishin we could read minds
Don't wanna let our feelings show
So even if you say you don't understand
I'm willing to give as much time as I can
Every time our eyes meet
Every time our eyes meet
Be talkin talkin talkin talkin to me (talkin to me)
Talkin talkin talkin talkin to me
Just ain't no need for words to speak (oh)
Cause every time
Be talkin talkin talkin to me
Be talkin talkin talkin to me (Talkin to me)
Your always actin so composed and cool
Never got to many words for me (To many words)
You always turn your head and make sure I see (Just to make sure)
Baby ain't nothin' wrong with the love
That you and I dream of
So sweet
Your actions say more than your lips can speak
My friends say that they just can't see (They just can't see)
How a love unspoken can be so deep (Can be so deep)
And every time that you look my way
I see
What your heart wants to say to me
Every time our eyes meet (oh yeah)
Be talkin talkin talkin talkin to me (Talkin to me)
Talkin talkin talkin talkin to me
Just ain't no need for words to speak (Ain't no need for words)
Cause every time
Be talkin talkin talkin to me (no no no no no)
Be talkin talkin talkin to me
Every time our eyes meet (My eyes meet your
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A mediocre mind thinks it writes divinely; a good mind thinks it writes reasonably.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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A wise man writes down what he thinks, a stupid man forgets what he thinks, a complete idiot punishes himself for what he thinks.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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Fat Cats
cats are fat
when they
eat
too
dang
much.
my cat is fat
because he
eats
too
dang
much.
your cat is fat
because she
eats
too
dang
much.
i write random poems
too
dang
much.
I LOVE FAT CATS CUZ
THEY ARE SO FUZZY AND FURRY
YAY
I, Bobert Smithsonian III,
am fat.
And so
Is my cat.
Not my car...
My cat.
poem by Bobert Smithsonian III
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A New Animal Kingdom
In the Kingdom of animal royalty
Where cats and dogs would reign
There’d be no sign of cruelty
Nothing inhumane
To join, just sign the application
With paw-prints, you’ll prevail
Complete your obligation
With the wagging of your tail
You’ll never have to wear a leash
As humans are not allowed
Come and go, just as you please
T’would be the cat’s meow
Coyotes and wolves and dogs and cats
All creatures of the night
Like frogs and turtles and owls and bats
Deserve their Bill of Rights
Humans are so certain that
Our planet’s their domain
But they also thought the world was flat
How foolishly inane
So join with us in our freedom fight
For animal liberation
As we strive on earth to set things right
Against human domination
poem by Stanley Cooper
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My heart is heavy with fruits of love
My heart is heavy with fruits of love
Like clusters of ripe pomegranate fruit bearing down
The canopy branches of the tree
But I can never give you one from above
It is waxed and sweetened by the full sun as jewels crown
The fruits of my love do not belong to me; they are not free
Yet in the evening, at dusk twilight, I dare entreat you to hide low
When bats chase moths encircling wandering in lights glow
Under the crimson dusk skies’ pall
A fruit from the tree may slip and fall
And when in the gray hour it drops as lust’s prey
Would you take it? Hence no one will ever know or say
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Krishna's Meal
Kanha eats in Yasoda's lap.
some he eats, some he drops,
as the ladies of Nandgaon watch,
some he eats and some he puts
in Nanda's mouth,
this joy is beyound recount.
some he eats, some gives to gopas,
butter in his hands, curd in doniyas.
The joy of Yasoda
the three worlds cannot account.
the meal is over, Kanha washes,
for Sur the left-overs count.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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She Loves Her Cats
She likes her cats more than humans
She has sex with men she doesn't love
When they like her cats she puts out
I wish she would clean her cat box more
She has invited me over
I told her I love cats
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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What Is Normal
what is normal?
might i ask?
is it a set idea?
can it be changed?
who is normal really?
if normalcy is only an idea
given to us by society.
can't normal be
abnormality?
why must everyone who doesn't fit in
be labeled strange?
why, why why?
poem by Faith Franklin
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Must
She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Copy written Copy cats
Patience for what you want and what you have will soon flourish
Laughing in the sun’s eclipse is a sign of true courage
Close your eyes, hold your breath, and run see
The importance your mind and body places on money
And the madness it brings comes down in torrents
Because everyone else believes the paper’s important
I admit it’s necessary to get by on this turf
But success hardly equals every penny you’re worth
- Copy written copy cats purring on their master’s lap
Did God create man for Her own private screening?
Or did man create God to give his life meaning?
I believe in something much greater than myself
But not because I was told to by somebody else
Something’s keeping me breathing when I wake morning
If there isn’t, well I'm only here for the moment
There’s no way out of here so I hang on to my grin
Looking out of windows I can never look in
- Copy written copy cats purring on their master’s lap
Some don’t grab the reins ‘cause they think the saddle’s high
So they wait out the boredom ‘til their formaldehyde
I don’t believe in holy books, holy water or descriptions
I’m spiritual, but have no need for canons of religions
They’re too open to the powers of whomever’s in charge
For use on the less fortunate to fight for their cause
And that’s rarely anything to do with goodwill towards men
The real criminals don’t live inside the State Penn
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Pet Peeves
Nothing pisses me off the most
than two Tom cats upon a post
tirelessly, persistently, crying
at three o'clock in the early morning.
A thing I'm not keen and tolerant of
class Ave defecators’ way up above
flying, flighty, feathery thugs
pooping on my Volkswagen bug.
You all may find these peeves ridiculous
but often I find myself defenseless
against meowing cats’ hysteria
and a flock of birds with diarrhea.
I'm not averse to most animal rights
just these two things that violate my rights!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Black Art
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren't enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A writer is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.
Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious, precious.
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.
poem by Anne Sexton
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At the Zoo
There are lions and roaring tigers,
and enormous camels and things,
There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,
and a great big bear with wings.
There's a sort of a tiny potamus,
and a tiny nosserus too -
But I gave buns to the elephant
when I went down to the Zoo!
There are badgers and bidgers and bodgers,
and a Super-in-tendent's House,
There are masses of goats, and a Polar,
and different kinds of mouse,
And I think there's a sort of a something
which is called a wallaboo -
But I gave buns to the elephant
when I went down to the Zoo!
If you try to talk to the bison,
he never quite understands;
You can't shake hands with a mingo -
he doesn't like shaking hands.
And lions and roaring tigers
hate saying, "How do you do?" -
But I give buns to the elephant
when I go down to the Zoo!
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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