Rap music... sounds like somebody feeding a rhyming dictionary to a popcorn popper.
quote by Tom Robbins
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Buttered Popcorn
My baby likes
(Buttered popcorn) Uh-huh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh-hoh!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh yeah!
(Buttered popcorn) Oh!
He likes it greasy (buttered popcorn)
And sticky (buttered popcorn)
And gooey (buttered popcorn)
And salty (buttered popcorn)
I said
song performed by by Supremes from Meet the Supremes
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Your Dictionary
H-a-t-e
Is that how you spell love in your dictionary
K-i-c-k
Pronounced as kind
F-u-c-k
Is that how you spell friend in your dictionary
Black on black
A guidebook for the blind
Well now that I can see my eyes wont weep
Now that I can hear your song sounds cheap
Now that I can talk all your corn Ill reap
Im not so sure that joey wed a virgin mary
There are no words for me inside your dictionary
S-l-a-p
Is that how you spell kiss in your dictionary
C-o-l-d
Pronounced as care
S-h-i-t
Is that how you spelt me in your dictionary
Four-eyed fool
You led round everywhere
Now that I can see its the queens new clothes
Now that I can hear all your poison prose
Now that I can talk with my tongue unfroze
Im not so sure of santa or the buck-tooth fairy
There are no words for me inside your dictionary
Now your laughter has a hollow ring
But the hollow ring has no finger in
So lets close the book and let the day begin
And our marriage be undone
song performed by by Xtc
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Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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Oh Yeah
(ferry)
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was i how was i to know?
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing oh yeah on the radio
And so came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing oh yeah on the radio
Its some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am i where can i go?
Driving alone to a movie show
So i turn to the sounds in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
Theres a band playing on the radio
And its drowning the sound of my tears
Theyre playing oh yeah on the radio
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Popcorn Love
Dont you know, dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
They say its popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Its popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
When we go on those special dates
Were always holding hands
Were never, ever late
Youre on my mind all the time
I keep thinking (I keep thinking)
Thinking (I keep thinking)
I keep thinking (thinking of you)
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Dont you know, dont you know
Its the real thing, girl
I go to school and then I come straight home
The first thing that I do is call you on the phone
The things you say, uh, really make my day
I need you, girl, in every kind of way
I keep thinking
Im just thinking
I keep thinking (thinking)
Thinking (thinking)
Thinking (thinking)
Thinking
Thats right
Thats right
Thats right
Thats right
Ah p is for her personality
I said the o is for originality
And the other p is for the perfect love she gives to me
The c is just cause she loves me
And the o means shes the only love I got
And the r and the n, our love will never end
Well, I know, I know its the real thing
Because she told me so
And I know, I know its the real thing
And ill never let her go
I just got to, I just got to have your love
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Its popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Popcorn love
Its more than that to me
Popcorn love
Just wait, they will see
Popcorn love
Every morning, noon and night
Popcorn love
Popcorn love
But its more than that to me
Popcorn love
song performed by by New Edition
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No thesaurus can give you those words, no rhyming dictionary. They must happen out of you.
quote by Dorothy Fields
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Poetry By Abacus
So that's poetry
a mathematician
working his tables
a rhyming dictionary
as his muse.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Song Of A Rhyming Man
I love the sound of rhyming words like Dan will rhyme with Ann
And I could never be a poet just call me rhyming man
This modern verse too much for me it's way above my head
Though modern poets are now the rage and Rhyme is with the dead.
I love the sound of rhyming words, I love the verse that rhyme
To blank or free or non rhyme verse prefer it every time
And there's many who will disagree and most will say I'm wrong
But give me ballad or rhyme verse or good old rhyming song.
You may say I am limited and with you most will agree
That I'm not into modern verse of twenty first century
But I've been an old style rhyming man since nineteen seventy three
And I am in my sixties now and there's no changing me.
I love the sound of rhyming words like Dan will rhyme with Ann
And I could never be a poet just call me rhyming man
And I am guilty of no sin and I can't see no crime
In liking sound of rhyming verse and loving words that rhyme
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Poem Has A Music Of Its Own
THE POEM HAS A MUSIC OF ITS OWN
The poem has a music of its own
Without the music
It is no poetry.
My music
Faltering breaking slow
Wonders where it is going
And if it really sounds
As music should sound.
Once it was more easy to feel
The melody in me real.
Now I just do not know
So many sounds
So many words
So many claims of poetry.
Music music music
Where are you?
The sound from myself
Is only 'me' now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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An Amateur Penner Is All I Can Be
An amateur penner is all I can be and my worth as a rhymer I doubt
But when you tell me there's music in blank verse I wonder what you are on about
I've always thought music has rhythm and rhyme and is married to rhyming song
But of literature and music I am not a judge and maybe I do have it wrong
The music in good rhyming poetry one sense at least that's how it does seem to me
But I'm leaving room for an argument here and some with me may not agree
But that's my opinion make of it what you may we all look at things differently
If we all looked at life in the very same way how dull and boring we would be
Some will tell you a songwriter is not a poet their opinion on that is different to mine
Like some are very happy to welcome the rain and some want the day warm and fine
You tell me that there is music in blank verse though I cannot see it that way
But your opinion on the matter is as good as mine and with me that is quite okay
Oh give me a song that is built of good rhyme that to music is easy to sing
With such I am happy for to sing along and I find it such a joyful thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Fall of Fitzmickle
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
Rules with an iron rod
His house and home; 'neath its red-tiled dome
He struts like a little tin god.
When Popper says stay, the family stay;
When Popper says go, they go;
And early and late, like the trumpet of Fate,
Sounds the fierce Fitzmicklean 'No!'
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
Came on his small son when
There, listening in to the cricketing din,
He sat as the clock struck ten.
'What? Sporting rubbish? At this hour, too!'
Said he: and his brow grew black.
'Things that I wouldn't do my son musn't do.
Bed, sir! And don't answer me back!'
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
His hand on the wireless switch,
Listened a wile, and a ghost of a smile
His stern face seemed to twitch.
'Another man out!' He paused in doubt,
As he noted the latest score.
'Well, I might as well sit and listen a bit;
But a bare half hour, no more.'
Mr Fitzmickle, the martinet,
Just as the clock struck four,
Weary and worn in the cold, bleak morn
Crept by his small son's door.
And out of the stygian darkness there,
Swift to discover his sin,
A small voice cried from the gloom inside:
'Please Popper. Did our side win?'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Music
Music is an art
Music is presided over by the Muses
Music combines sounds in a pleasing way
Music has common elements.
Music has pitch and melody
Music has harmony and rhythm
Music has tempo and meter
Music has sonic qualities of timbre.
Music is euphony or sweet sound
Music has harmonious qualities
Music is inspirational
Music opens the soul.
Music is energizing
Music is enriching
Music makes one happy
Music is relaxing.
Music is soothing
Music is entertainment
Music is lovable
Music is stirring.
Music moves one to tears
Music gives a spark
Music tunes a special memory
Music is a form of therapy.
Music fills with spiritual attunement
Music is a personal experience
Music takes us along the road of life
Music is the corner stone of every society.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Once Heard-now Remembered
Light as a feather
she twirls, she spins
and that's before
the music begins.
The music's been playing.
It's not been heard.
But in her memory
her heart is stirred.
Since silence has come
all the music is done.
She relies on her past
when sounds were the sun.
In her head the tune's playing.
She feels it and starts swaying.
The sounds of the words
have all gone away.
But not the music,
it will always stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The trouble in corporate America is that too many people with too much power live in a box (their home), then travel the same road every day to another box (their office).
Faith Popcorn in The Popcorn Report (1991)
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Theory of Naas
In times of yore in Ireland
The jokes came thick and fast
About the town of Naas.
They changed the way they said it.
Instead of rhyming Naas with arse
They rhymed it with a face-
Sounds like the queen says 'nice'.
Irish jokers agreed to wipe
Anal-rhyming with old Naas.
Till Joyce-he couldn't stop himself,
Insinuating smarty-arse.
Why did Joyce call the guy Athy
When he could have called him Naas?
On a map of Kildare
Two towns at a glance
Rhyme with what's found
In a character's pants.
Young Dedalus shared a sickroom
With a guy nicknamed 'a thigh'.
'an arse' it could have equally been.
Why not? I'll give it a try:
First thoughts were Joyce were a shy man
Then I guessed his mind too high class.
The truth of it is he was tickled
By the sounds of Athy and of Naas:
Just to mention Athy to an Ireman
Brings on a thought of an arse.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Lust Love and Infatuation
Just as any teen
on relationship matters I was so keen
flip-flopping the pages
there I was
Time to build my vocabulary,
I realized.
Bonds! people form bonds?
not the bonds of chemistry,
stronger than these it sounds
It last for years
if not lifetime
no other reaction can break it.
The aftermath of infatuation
(going by the dictionary,)
to Love its contrary
the hunky-parky is hell
Its more than a piercing blade.
The (pre-pain) is wonderful
Not my spherical dictionary
no the little figures can explain
superb, perfect, splendid, ...
Am sorry I cannot put it well.
It calls it infatuation
If you like it say lust
not enough? then use 'love'.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Music Sounds Better With You Lyrics (ft. Mann)
i tried to write this down
the words just don't come out
it's hard to say how you feel
been down the longest road
said yes when i meant no
i lost control of the wheel
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
i used to think that love
was something fools made up
cause all i knew was heartbreak
oh, i couldn't help myself
let this heart go through hell
there's only so much a heart can take
cause you know that
things get so bad
you've got my back
make me wanna sing, and girl i'll sing about ya
no sweeter sound than what i've found
no perfect love could be more perfect than us
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
every song
every rhyme
every word
is better with you(music sounds better with you)
every day (every day)
all of the time (all of the time)
every way
music sound better with you
she's my music enhancer
when the music plays she's my dancer
when i'm around her everything's faster
every question i have she's the answer
i'm head over heels
can't explain that this all so real
when i'm around you baby you make me feel like
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
oooo baby
it feels like
it feels like
music sounds better with you
baby
it feels right
it feels right
everything's better with you
the music sounds better with you
music sounds better with you
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Music, my favorite place
Music comes to life
When life is boring
Music can tell a story
That sounds like its for me
Music can torture me
With old memories
Music can love me
When theres no love for me
Music can save me
When I am lost
Music can cure me
When I almost pay the final cost
Music can yell at me
Which keeps me awake
Music can speak softly
When I need a moment away
Music can teach me
That this world isnt just hate
Music
my favorite place
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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The entities
A sentence is of words,
All borrowed from the dictionary.
Yet it has a soul
Unfound in the dictionary.
All are made of five elements;
Yet each has an entity.
06.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Family Affairs
Family Affairs
Uxorious
Devotion to wife
Dotingly
Submissive
Sounds like a serious offence
In the dictionary
poem by Oskar Hansen
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