She's
She’s cunning
She’s smart
She’s beautiful
Like art
She carries her virtues in a kart
She’s sharp as a dart
Whether the
Weather
She’ll still be clever
If she chooses whatever
She will tether
It tightly
She doesn’t take life lightly
She’s inglorious
But famous
She’s never perplexed
She’s always ready for what’s coming next.
poem by David Linton
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Consultant
What is that?
That is what
Why's it rye?
That is why
How was Dow?
That was how
When was ten?
That was when
You'd do that?
No, you'd do that!
You'd clear that?
No, you'd clear that!
You are smart
Yes, I'm smart
You are clever
Yes, I'm clever
You know what?
What to know?
I know that
So you know?
Am I smart?
No, you're not
Am I clever?
No, not ever
If you're smart
You don't bark
If you're clever
you don't hire
(Jakarta,12th August 2009)
poem by Ahmad Arli Hikmawan
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Hold On Tightly
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the its about time album. it has also been released on the john denver (italian) and country classics albums.
Lost in a boat on the ocean
Lost in a ship out at sea
Lost in the dark of misfortune
Where is a light I can see
Where is a light I can see
Where is the highway to heaven
Where is the love we all need
Where is the peace that we long for
Where is the man who is free
Here in the heart there is freedom
Here in the heart there is peace
Here in the heart is the answer
To questions much deeper than these
Youve got to hold on tightly
Let go lightly
Its only surrender, its all in the game
If you just hold on tightly
Let go lightly
Theres always forgiveness and no one to blame
Some will take fame over fortune
Some will take love over gold
Some will pray only for power
Some never want to grow old
Some see the day that is coming
Some only see what has passed
Someone will always be first in line
Someone will always be last
Here in the heart there is freedom
Here in the heart there is peace
Here in the heart is the answer
To questions much deeper than these
Youve got to hold on tightly
Let go lightly
Its only surrender, its all in the game
If you just hold on tightly
Let go lightly
Theres always forgiveness and no one to blame
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Computer Blues
What's this?
Are you taking the piss?
A night on the tiles
Has put an end to your smiles?
There's even a rumour
You've lost your famous sense of humour!
It doesn't really matter whether
You're in a bad mood or at the end of your tether,
It's enough to drive you effing beserk,
The effing computer doesn't effing work! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Discombobulated
Mostly her brain is addled,
not always but often perplexed
which leads me to think it's no wonder,
she ends up a mighty bit vexed.
It isn't as if she's not clever,
not brainy, not bright or not smart
but as soon she gets it together
the light bulb inside it goes phut!
She's often a little bit rattled
and awfully, always perturbed
whenever she's stressed or gets anxious
She screws up, it's just so absurd!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Me in a Nutshell! ! !
I have been told that I am beautiful, smart, tall and innocent;
But that is what other people who don't know me well say.
From those who know me and they can back me up,
I am as innocent as a sharp knife, meaning I am not innocent at all.
I may be smart in which I am.
I am pretty not beautiful.
And I am not tall at all,
I am more of a medium height.
I am the doom of my sanity.
This is me according to me;
No-one else!
poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary
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Who Is The Master?
When you first light up a fag
It doesn’t taste too good
But you will be its master yet
Indeed you will, you should
For you must be so hip and cool
Like all the other smokers
They are smart and clever people
Not like those other jokers
They’re so smart that they can draw
A fag between their lips
And blow out smoke so easily
While making witty quips
The smoke drawn deeply from the fag
Is noxious, there’s no doubt
And by sheer logic, must be true
It’s noxious what’s blown out
A minor detail, not your concern
What’s crucial’s how you look
You’ve got to breathe it in and out
And not look like you’re crook
Once you can do that, you are like them
That cool and clever crowd
At last, you’ve made it to their world
And you can shout out loud
I can smoke without a choke
I have become its master
But wait a second, I have found
That it became mine faster
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Fallen is Star - 1053 - Initial Version of Downfall
Fallen is star which once brightly
and clear from the firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves over life's leaves ever gone.
Whoever would compromise slightly
with principles from life's staff spun
presents an impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust rusts unfinished, so rightly
forgotten, ignored and undone.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish that tether held tightly,
soon Time's drops spill, all's still, distance run.
(28 November 2004)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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In The Year That's Come and Gone
In the year that's come and gone, love, his flying feather
Stooping slowly, gave us heart, and bade us walk together.
In the year that's coming on, though many a troth be broken,
We at least will not forget aught that love hath spoken.
In the year that's come and gone, dear, we wove a tether
All of gracious words and thoughts, binding two together.
In the year that's coming on with its wealth of roses
We shall weave it stronger, yet, ere the circle closes.
In the year that's come and gone, in the golden weather,
Sweet, my sweet, we swore to keep the watch of life together.
In the year that's coming on, rich in joy and sorrow,
We shall light our lamp, and wait life's mysterious morrow.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Ordinary Girl
I'm just an ordinary
Same old nothing new
I can tell you ordinary
Same old nothing things
Say something funny
Or say something smart
Say something clever
I would but you know I can't
I've got no intellectual inspiration way
Wish I had some entertaining things
That I could say
Say something clever
Or say something smart
Say something funny
I would but you know I can't
I would but you know I can't
I'm just an ordinary
Same old nothing me
You know my eloquence is not quite
What it used to be
Say something funny
Or say something smart
Say something clever
I would but you know I can't
I would but you know I can't
I would if I only could but you know I can't
song performed by by Bic Runga
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Are These Not Our Choices?
we are sometimes
as human beings
as inferior beings
too smart
too sharp
too insolent
for our own good
for the good of others
for the good of community
the quick wit
the ready wit
the sharp tack
may be entertaining
may be a joy to behold
may be a blessing to friends
may be a blessing to us all
or is usually of good heart
or is relatively harmless
or is a minor inconvenience at worst
a minor discomfort
a minor difficulty
a minor annoyance
the clever
possessing intelligence
mental alertness
can be witty amusing
or disrespectful
impertinent abusive
but the shrewd
calculating
in business
other dealings
may bless aid us!
or fleece curse us!
the sharp minds
may perceive protect us
or cause sharp
stinging sensations
as they cut into our senses
the sharp minds
may cause mild
embarrassment
or even acute
shame humiliation
the choice may range
from creative witticism
to unpleasant criticism
a spoken or written
opinion expressed
may be right or wrong
may encourage
or point out find fault
considered judgment
assessment of qualities
is a moral obligation!
analysis
appreciation
uplifting praise
caring intentions
or censure
disapproval
disparagement
condem nation
which are your choices?
the smart asses
are less dangerous
than the con artists
and the stalkers
the insolent
may be disrespectful
in speech or behaviour
may be aggressive
but this is not wise!
in life it is not possible
to ever be too wise!
we do not see
we do not perceive enough
know enough
to always fully realize
the consequences of our choices
we are never wise enough
for the deceptive shadows of this world
we can never be too wise
sadly none of us are perceptive
enough wise enough often enough
but classic dumb ass
seems to be
always a dime a dozen!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It doesn't matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn't matter how smart you are. If it doesn't agree with experiment, it's wrong.
quote by Richard P. Feynman
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Famous Fable
The famous fable,
The famous table,
The famous stable,
The famous cable,
The famous babble,
The famous gable,
The famous parable,
The famous variable
The famous sable;
But, able to crown your love with my muse!
For, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Yet, sweet, take heed
Yet, sweet, take heed, all sweets are hard to get;
Sting not her soft lips, Oh beware of that:
For if one flaming dart come from her eye,
Was never dart so sharp, ah, then you die!
poem by John Wilbye
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Fallen is Star - 1053 - 2008 Version of Downfall
Fallen is star which once brightly,
once clear from sheer firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves over life's leaves ever gone.
Whoever would compromise slightly
with principles life's staff has spun
must offer impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust unembellished rusts, rightly
forgotten, ignored or undone.
No point in requesting politely
what became of game, quest, aim, fête's fun;
in tatters Fate scatters forthrightly
all trace of race no-one has won.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish life's tether held tightly
soon Time spills, boon lies still, distance run.
(22 October 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I Grieve
It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Theres nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Its just the way that you would tied in
Now theres no-one home
I grieve for you
You leave me
so hard to move on
Still loving whats gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on
The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
While the final rattle rocks its empty empty cage
And I cant handle this
I grieve for you
You leave me
Let it out and move on
Missing whats gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on
Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone thats out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Its just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Did I dream this belief?
Or did I believe this dream?
Now I can find relief
I grieve
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Evil Slaves
Slaves of the evil one are around with trouble,
They do not hesitate once they exist with something;
To bite like a chosen slave abundantly clarifies the issue,
It invited me to shoot, a shooter is me.
The evil inside is like one of the aspects of life
Too dark. The dark one carries forth this message.
Slavery is like a dozen virtues all disgraced,
Yet lusts negate the virtues and fall to us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hot n Ready
You knock me out youre like a well oiled smith & wesson
Hot & ready, ready to use
Dressed to the nines, you know you dont look 15, theres no question
Hot & ready, ready to use
Im coming through Ive gotta get to you babe
Im coming through Ive gotta get to you babe
Dont need i.d. and theres no house detective to crowd you...
Hot & ready, ready to use
Slip in the back door and slip out of what ever your into
Hot & ready, ready to use
Im coming through Ive gotta get to you babe (2x)
---(instrumental)---
Im coming through, Ive gotta get to you babe (2x)
--(instrumental to fade out)---
song performed by by Ufo
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature
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It's coming—the postponeless Creature—
It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—
Enters—with a "You know Me—Sir"?
Simple Salute—and certain Recognition—
Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend—
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle—
And carries one—out of it—to God—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Girl Like You
How did I get a girl like you?
A girl that's smart, pretty, and true.
A girl that I can hold tight.
A girl that is ''just right''.
A girl that can make my sun rise,
And my sun set.
A girl that is nice and wise.
A girl that I will never forget.
A girl that I can hold for hours.
A girl that I can love forever.
A girl that doesn't need any flowers.
A girl that is very smart and clever.
A girl that goes by the name 'insert'.
A girl that I love so much.
A girl that I will always keep in my soul.
A girl that can make my day with just a single touch.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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A Girl Like You
How did I get a girl like you?
A girl that's smart, pretty, and true.
A girl that I can hold tight.
A girl that is ''just right''.
A girl that can make my sun rise,
And my sun set.
A girl that is nice and wise.
A girl that I will never forget.
A girl that I can hold for hours.
A girl that I can love forever.
A girl that doesn't need any flowers.
A girl that is very smart and clever.
A girl that goes by the name 'insert'.
A girl that I love so much.
A girl that I will always keep in my soul.
A girl that can make my day with just a single touch.
poem by Claude Davis III
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