Countenance
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
Ponderous thoughts, beating heart
I should have quit right at the start
The adrenalin pushes me to part
With something, nothing, far apart
From Brooklyn, London, Tokyo, Paris
Faceless names which mean to harass
Me now hanging on the crevice
Oh where is now the stupid novice?
Oh well the time is passing by
No longer do I need to cry
It’s just a game so ask me why
Do I bother to groan and sigh?
poem by John B Hayes
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Tippity Tap
Tap Tap, Click Click
On the train
Leeds To London
Click Click go the mice
Strange Tunes from phones
Is there no time
To kick back
To take time
To enjoy the ride
Worker drones drone on
Click Click
Ring Ring
Work appears to end
Beer & wine from the trolley
Relax time
Work time
Travel time is now
Other times
poem by Jason Palmer
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by reba mcentire)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
First comes the stocking of little nell
Oh, dear santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
Next comes the stocking of little will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Up On The Housetop
Album: Wrangler Cowboy Christmas
(B.R. Hanby)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones Christmas joys
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
--- Instrumental ---
First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa, fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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The clock is clicking
The clock is clicking
It is clicking to show just then
A time span of one second
Has become the past
The clock is clicking
Each click means a step
Towards your progress and growth
Optimistic wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means a nail
Onto your coffin
Philosophical wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means the arrival
Of a child in India
Population expert worries
The clock is clicking
Each click means the committal
Of a crime
Police personnel observes
The clock is clicking
Each click means a travel of 2.5 km
In space of the earth's surface
Astromer estimates
The clock is clicking
Each click means a change
In fortune of an individual
Astrologer announces
The clock is clicking
Each click means the admission
Of a heart patient
Health specialist heaves
The clock is clicking
Each click means the drain
Of my battery
The clock cries within
The clock is clicking
Let the clock be clicking
Let any one have his or her inkling
Let us be lively and kicking
Let nothing stop us becoming a king
The clock is clicking
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by jimmy buffett & michael utley)
(dude, share that wave with me)
Up on the housetop
Reindeer paws
Down comes good ole santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones christmas joys
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
Next comes the stocking of little bill
Could you see what a glorious ? ?
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
(cmon dude share the wave, its christmas
Celebratory celebratory)
Instrumental
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
(so they say its your birthday
Its my birthday too.
Yea I got you a present)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I remember!
I remember your smell.. the sweet scent of musk.
I remember your sound.. High black boots, click, click click.
I remember your eyes... The look of concern.
I remember your passion... passing on your strengths
Oh Momma I remember and I miss you so.
poem by Vonda Overlie
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Throw Your Foot
It's funny how your face gets bigger
Gets bigger in this atmosphere
And your mouth goes dry
With every move you try
It's so funny here
Jumping around -- click click click
When you're so slow
It's like the world is stopping
Fifteen times i try this
And every time i faint
You look at me and
Start to tell the joke
About the man who couldn't stop
Hiccupping
It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
Throw your foot away
You're tired and your face is grey
Like the sad old fool
You groove
song performed by by Cure
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Lovers.com
Lonely hearts from London to Bombay
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Capricorns and Libras and Virgos
From Illinois Vienna and Rio
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Single girls from desert to seaside
They hitch a ride each night on the worldwide
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Married men tonight while she's sleeping
Logging on and virtually cheating
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Lonely hearts from Vegas to Marseilles
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Fancy Shoes
click, clack
scraping and scuffing
click, clack
plastic heels on
parking lot
playing dress up
mommy lets me wear
them shopping
click, clack
it's a long walk
from the car
poem by Donald Fredette
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Objects Status Quo Must Live With
write protest call yell history let folk music play
hear rhythm beat slow tragic Egyptian voice rise
hear click click heels click click as dancers shout
stone washes sounds tempos square rhythm cast rise
souls bound feel a moments fermentation whip raw ripe
people suffer intensely secrets innocence in each night
protests decades baked express days weeks in spotlight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Not Poetry as we Know It!
I dream of Cyberspace,
Where fantasies come true.
At least that’s what they tell me:
Into pastures new.
They tempt us with their adverts,
And make us click and click.
Encourage us to banter:
They must think we are thick.
New friends, they are suggested;
They make us write and write.
Addicted to their forums,
We type all through the night.
We make our social networks,
And play those silly games.
Our souls sold to the Devil,
We even lose our names.
This verse will make no money,
Unless you click my ads.
I really have to go now,
To chase the latest fads.
Just flick over that page.
It’s the Electronic Age.
Paul Butters
© 21\1\2011 (Couplet added to end,22\1\11) , Humberside.
(Written for the Triond site, which has ads on display) .
poem by Paul Butters
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Jumbo
( brother theres a little sale )
( on, er..., on a vest )
( at ha, walmart )
( 9$ )
( yeah )
( 8 something )
( nice little vest, light )
Click [x4]
I need sugar
I need a little water of sugar
I get thoughts about you
And the night wants me like a little lost child
Locked in the safe place
Looking out the window
The dark move fast pass the window
The dark on the other side of the locked door
Click [x3]
My thumbs on a tetris keyring
Moving in brillant timing
You pick up the phone
And Im imagining it out
Click [x4]
Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Tiny wires in her ears
Sliding through the city
Click [x8]
( expected early in the morning )
( expected early in the morning )
Rising in the morning to speak to you
Beneath the feet of the city
Click
You disconnect from me
Click
When you come to take your century
Telephone breath between us
The will of the world is between us
Only theses wires
Dust between the wires and green glass
In the distance
I am your tourist
( take you there in the morning )
( take you there in the morning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( Im not pulling in returning )
( yep Ive searched for this part hang around the same stones )
( hang right there with them )
( well Ive never fished here )
( but Ive caught beaucoup fish in reverend burton )
( I never did catch fish )
( beaucoup fish in reverend burton )
( did check a tender slab )
( did you hear of that? crazy dog... )
Click click click
Sugar sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
Sugar
I want sugar
I will I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
I want sugar
Sugar
I want sugar
Sugar sugar...
( take you there in the morning )
( take you there in the morning )
song performed by by Underworld
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The ostensible act only
In your husband’s eyes
You reached your daughter
To stop her weeping
When I attempted to click her.
It is more than that.
By granting my longstanding
Wish to click you too in the snap.
I marvel at your brain.
You move each step
Only with an emergency exit
At hand for a quick escape.
I acknowledge your act.
11.10.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Clickity, click, click
Clickity, click, click
~
The number of clicks
Those little groups
To which were forced fit
Into the adult world
No more bestest friends
Like a Childs playground game
Long since put to rest
In the pretence of professionalism
Into the workplace we stroll
And those clickity clicks
Outsiders kept at reach
Beyond the context of the conversation
Are we all in the playground again?
Grown up kids clickity click
Little games bestest friends
Don’t like the newbie, kind of strange
Doesn’t fit in, not this place
Not so much the childhood innocence
More the shame of adult ignorance
The way of work and at rest
How its still all a playground game
Pick your team clickity click
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Dead Coach
At night when sick folk wakeful lie,
I heard the dead coach passing by,
And heard it passing wild and fleet,
And knew my time was come not yet.
Click-clack, click-clack, the hoofs went past,
Who takes the dead coach travels fast,
On and away through the wild night,
The dead must rest ere morning light.
If one might follow on its track
The coach and horses, midnight black,
Within should sit a shape of doom
That beckons one and all to come.
God pity them to-night who wait
To hear the dead coach at their gate,
And him who hears, though sense be dim,
The mournful dead coach stop for him.
He shall go down with a still face,
And mount the steps and take his place,
The door be shut, the order said!
How fast the pace is with the dead!
Click-clack, click-clack, the hour is chill,
The dead coach climbs the distant hill.
Now, God, the Father of us all,
Wipe Thou the widow’s tears that fall!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Then She Said
I saw her in one of those cafe houses
Being myself so near
And thought never that nice things hurt
And all ended here
Click, click, click said the man
I remember him so well
He said come on, you got to be careful
Cause her heaven could be your hell
Then she said....then she said
And I dream that she someday might come back
P.s. are her initials and
Sometimes they gonna make me cry
But I dont believe that this is the reason
That I sing p.s. goodbye
5,6,7,8,9,10 this is o.k.with me
And I cry later then
And I dont believe that all colours are gone
Cause the rest is grey and this is better than none
Then she said..... then she said
And I dream that she someday might come back
Then she said
She said rockn roll is really dead
Then she said
Youre never leaving this head
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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One Minute
Sit quietly for one minute,
a life.....
a wife,
then no one in it.
Listen to the seconds tease,
a man,
drifting by...
so eager to please.
Watch the morphine drip through mama's tube,
her death,
last breath,
because of her boob.
Four seconds of ringing,
waiting to say goodbye,
another life,
clinging,
she's gone..
I tried!
Forget that minute,
another has come,
not wanting to waste it....
yet too numb.
My baby,
so sick,
click click click...
that damned minute! ! !
just chin it...
so broken and weak,
I'm may have to turn to the second,
a minutes to long,
to fix this wreckage! !
It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter.
quote by Alfred Eisenstaedt
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Hyperlink (Deep Down)
i want a click, a click to your heart
a hyperlink into you.
a sexual browser from here to the end
a newsgroup one on one
don't need a modem to connect to your mind
no search engine to find you
i want a click, a click to your heart
a hyperlink to go inside you.
deep down, deep down,
dari dara dada du dara.
deep down, deep down,
dari da da.
deep down, deep down,
dari dara dada du dara.
deep down, deep down,
dari da da.
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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