Quotes about joker, page 7
A Farewell to Michael Jackson
Farewell King Of Pop, Farewell Moon Walker
Farewell Michael Jackson, Farwell our best joker.
Here is Michael Jackson, the one,
who connected the black and white
he has forever gone
taking with him the world's light.
The earth is crying for you Jackson
& People are doing the same
They are missing you Jackson
and your big music flame.
All I can do is to say Good bye
Hoping for you a calm sleep
We are leaving you with our face holding a sad sigh
and our hearts saving your memory in deep.
We are leaving you with a big tear
and hoping you could hear.
Bye King Michael
poem by Reem Ehab
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Write A Poem
My poems are bad.
They are from a little known
poet's pen-
You say always...
You pen a poem, rather,
O, dirty words' father!
Fill P.H's page,
and your ill desire will get tamed,
under the light of gentle verse.
You are making yourself
and your life worse,
I think you are a joker.
This P.H is not a circus,
and we are not the viewers,
of a cheap show which you
represent everyday.
I want to say,
go and try to write a poem,
and try to tame,
your demonic lust.
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poem by Nilakshi Das
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The Joker is Blind
Blindness is very common
Particularly with views
And those with myopic vision
Well, they are excused.
Obviously they're unaware
Of sane platitudes
Their philosophies they share
With some attitude!
Like a doctor who explains
How to repair a plane
Blind and myopic men
Are intellectually insane.
A myriad views laid out
Analyzed, they're not logical-
It makes one want to shout
'You are nothing but comical! '
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poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Life's Game is Gamble
Life's game is gamble, many cards are held
close to Fate’s heart whose trumpet trumps. The odds
are clearly stacked in favour of the Gods.
Yet Hope provides fresh impetus to meld
energies which, channelled, are beheld
to fire ambitions onwards, upwards – nods
before vainglory sinks beneath the sods
and only phantom memories are spelled
by living ghosts, - who are themselves compelled
to tread too soon same way with weary plods –
the road of No Return. Death’s finger prods
recalcitrants, - saints, sinners, equal knelled.
No Joker may be played as panacea,
yet harmony adversity can conquer.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Riddle
I'd like to bury all my sorrow
In some wild dream of a better tomorrow
But life is just like a game of poker
Where every second card is a Jack or a Joker,
Or is it more like a game of chess
Played out in the barren wilderness
Between a yellow dwarf wearing scarlet shoes
And a smiling poet with a weeping muse?
I'm frightened of your Gestapo kiss
Though it turns all my suffering into bliss.
Did Stalin sing the gypsy blues
When Hitler wore his blue suede shoes?
Is Jesus just a Gentile loss
With a tender swastika on an iron cross?
Will Hamlet make the headline news
Or has Shakespeare himself got something to lose?
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Wishes On Us
One measures a radiation of the wishes,
The same heaven falls down on us;
Open for debate, the real youth is forgotten
In the time of day that I most deserve.
My dangers number five, and these are the great ones,
My pains deliver, the actions stay, youth is again,
My authority is too strong, and I am a natural joker.
These are the five that distress the young
But the old are not ugly nor are they richer
Than my welcome for I destroy the brain and heart
Of the ones who interject in wrongful endeavours.
This discussion has arrived at an end too dangerous,
The meaning fulfils me and the ones who are above me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Red-Hook Talisman
'Either you are on our side,
Or you are our enemy.'
Fire can fall from the sky,
And death shall be plentiful.
There are machines.
There are machines with magic eyes;
They curl and coil
And whip up a striking angle,
A desperate death to you all;
Summery death before the Fall.
This joker thought the Marines
Should not defend the right for our kids
To puncture themselves,
With studs and metal clips (or whatever they do) ,
You would rather they wear fatigues? I asked.
What's wrong with that, the fool questioned.
He is military might,
Blind of sight,
Parading as a poet;
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poem by Stan Petrovich
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2 Many Faces
Congest life by the shaft just to feel what is alive - dark is the night which carries the cloak of black, but refuse to wear what was tied to grey - Proof of guilt is the sin which is build, what is the trick if i am the owner of the bricks - my castle rise high into the skies with windows of lies - My heart was ripped, torn from my chest, the beat was replace with a twig and a thorn - What flames in my fire is the memory, the one cast to the shade of yesterday, before the tomorrow of today - By the end of my grave rakes the spade of ace, i am the king of the losers, my joker is in the race with 2 many faces.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Mira
Why do you look away when you see someone acting sad?
What are you afraid of?
I know, you're only looking out for yourself.
That, and/or the labels...
But look, when your sh*t hits the fan,
Don't be surprised when upon seeing you I ran.
Or is that too dramatic?
Or you want to be popular?
Yeah, we all do
Though we all deserve recognition.
You can't judge someone without even a passing stare.
And you know what? You become a sociopath if you don't care.
Stop quoting The Joker.
I do love it when he goes psycho- must be the media.
Sensationalist ratings (attention) -seeking effluvia.
Artifice of trends; plastic pollution; etc.
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Ontluisterend
Kom je in
een sfeer van licht
en versta je
het gedicht,
kunt de muziek al
horen spelen,
zit zelf in de band
die als geen ander kent
wat valt te delen.
Dan snaar de woorden maar,
bedaar de moordenaar,
verklaar de klank voor-waar.
Laat door de nauwe spleten
van de angst een spiegel klaar
voor hen die willen weten.
Deel het vibrato
langs kwatrijnen
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poem by Madrason writer
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