Quotes about dunk, page 3
Buzzin
Head is always buzzing as the days are flying by
The world is just a blur today think i'm gonna cry
There aint no time for manners and the lies are guaranteed
All the people round me seem to have a different need
I ask a simple question and the answers never come
I think I need a holiday somewhere with loads of sun
Sitting down and drinking mean would be a worthy cause
No telephone like back at home no knocks on office doors
But I must sit amongst this shit and while my days away
Cos holidays are just a dream I never save my pay
So when I'm home i'll ditch the phone and kick back in the chair
And listen to some Marley tunes it's just like i am there
Now if your feeling down and blue and life is just a chore
Slam dunk the phone leave it alone it's just another bore
Party hard and party fast let music be your master
Enjoy your life forget the strife you won't die any faster
poem by Dave James
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O What Shall We Do With These Drunken Men?
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Oh what shall we do
what shall we do
with these drunken men -
like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
Last night
I picked him up
from outside the pub
where he'd been drinking
with his mates
And in the car
almost near our home
he says: I love you
And I say to him:
Is that you talking
or the beer?
And he says
like lightning:
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poem by Raj Arumugam
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Not averse to poetry..
Do you see life
through prose-coloured spectacles?
or has the squid of poetry
inked you into its tentacles?
There’s much more rubbish writ in prose –
though soppy verse
can be much worse;
or tepid epics
with vapid topics;
or stanzas dull
and fanciful;
or limericks
with silly tricks; or
couplets mock-heroic,
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Mama Didn't Raise No Punk
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
Not when she would slam dunk me,
Away from public view.
Or dared me not to do those things,
She told me to.
Or take my time!
Mama came from the old school.
And she didn't hesitate,
To strike fire to my behind.
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
She knew exactly what she was doing with me.
She raised me to become independent.
Not a chump.
I was raised to use my mind.
And defend my thoughts!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spotlight Drunk
The challenges...
Are real.
The competition?
Also real.
The feelings...
Those are real,
Real. Real!
These egos are spotlight drunk.
Who will get that slam dunk...
Depicting my qualifications,
To be the man I am?
Well...
That seems to be me.
I don't seek confirmation.
Or anyone to agree.
And no candidate running for public office,
Is going to convince my landlord...
To whom I pay rent.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Very Rare That Cookies Would Leave Lips Unlicked
Desired wishes to keep things the way they are...
Is as foolish as an adult,
Putting dentures under a pillow...
And hoping the tooth fairy will leave,
At least twenty dollars for a row of false teeth.
To be deluded with disappointment,
Is hard to overcome when someone has this belief!
And this is the crisis...
Although exaggerated,
Some employing these devices face.
They have been abandoned to deal with unexpected realitlies,
Even though signs of them coming...
Had been quickly from their minds erased.
Leaving those with preferances...
With choices to dunk their cookies,
In fresh white milk!
Or secret wishes to dip into chocolate,
Day or night.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The River's Arms...
I Rushed Into The River’s Arms
It Carried Me Away
Within Its Strong, Swift Current
Amid Foam and Sunlit Spray
It Wetly Glossed My Skin
Dripping Diamonds … and Dipping Me
Close Down To The Riverbed
Deep and Wild and Murky
At First, Its Cold Nature
Shocked and Intimidated
Until I Learned Its Flow
Sweetly Invigorated …
Every Splash Upon My Flesh
Was Playful and Caressive
Every Plunge and Every Pull
Held Me Curiously and Possessive
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poem by MoonBee Canady
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Increased Crescendo
The 'ifs' have passed...
As some from the 'old school'
Hold memory contests in bravado!
Remaining stifled, unproductive
And bonding into stupors of delusion...
They are in harmony and greet themselves,
As pioneers of some lost mission they survived.
Neighborhood jive, small talk and booze
Can do that!
I chose to take a nose dive...
And plunged myself right into the unknown.
With my faith in tow!
I discovered how to do that...
After riding along with my grandmother,
Who had recently gotten her driver's license
AND a new car!
I was stunned by both revelations.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Mr. Edward Howard on His New Utopia
Thou damn'd antipodes to common sense!
Thou foil to Flecknoe! Prithee tell from whence
Does all this mighty stock of dullness spring,
Which in such loads thou to the stage dost bring?
Is't all thy own, or hast thou from Snow Hill
Th'assistance of some ballad-making quill?
No, they fly higher yet; thy plays are such
I'd swear they were translated out of Dutch:
And who the devil was e'er yet so drunk
To own the volumes of Mynheer Van Dunk?
Fain would I know what diet thou dost keep,
If thou dost always or dost never sleep.
Sure hasty pudding is thy chiefest dish;
With lights and livers and with stinking fish,
Oxcheek, tripe, garbage, thou dost treat thy brain,
Which nobly pays this tribute back again.
With daisy roots thy dwarfish muse is fed:
A giant's body with a pigmy's head.
Canst thou not find 'mongst all thy num'rous race
One friend so kind to tell thee that thy play's
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poem by Charles Sackville
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Head First
I was dancing down the sidewalk
Just some slam dunk
That you might jive
And I wondered then
About his old girlfriend
Was she still around - still alive
Its been years
Since my gears have been turning
Since I asked her same dice dance
How the flames of my poor heart been burning
If its hate then this must be romance
(chorus)
Head first, baby
How the good time feelin lingers
Oh, you can be alright
On the wrong side of the street
Im so hungry for love
Ive been lickin off all my fingers
Oh yeah, you got to learn to
Take the bitter with the sweet
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song performed by Aerosmith
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