Quotes about joker, page 8
Art of Face
Whether pretty, whether ugly
Whether smooth, whether wrinkles
Strong character or average standard
Face is the front line charisma
Whether wall, whether comical
Whether mugged, whether candid
Trained facial, natural pose
Face is the shadow of world
Raising bow, twitching nerves
Blushing cheek, glittering sweat
Curving lips, mocking tongue
Face is emotion expression
Whether poker, whether joker
The fierce tiger, the cute doll
Sometimes impress, sometimes deceive
Face is the image of mind
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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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SiXeS
Inside my soul, the forests are burned to the ground - The tornado of violence twist the echoes into the spiral of hate - The cracks are shallow to the depth displayed inside the mirror, the reflection of he is the him and not i - Blood by marrow is the broken bones inside my closet, upside is down and dry flies too high - Words are numbered to my inverted nine, you count on your fingers and the clock tells you the time - The portrait is painted but the sun has no shine, you are having dinner and the devil is the guest who loves your wine - My sixes were not given, i chose the pick, two circles through the straight landed me the queen of spades with the joker to jack an 8.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Colores Secundarios: Verde
cucumbers, the grinch, frogs,
leprechauns, limes, peas, the insides
of a kiwi, jade, charlize theron’s
yeux magnifiques, the almighty $,
cacti, disgusting barley-based smoothies,
pythons, trees that are forever this color,
calyptomena viridis, 'の お 茶 , green
bell peppers, the jolly green giant,
kermit, the hulk, gumbie, aliens (when
depicted as such) , essie sew psyched
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poem by Andrew Delapruch
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The Four Muses
Then they came one by one
Into the mind, a soul they caught
The four queens of a love
As yet unclaimed by a hand
The joker remains not a king
The first captured the imagination
One so well suited and inspired
That a spark was well felt
Only for the love to be clubbed to death
The second a heart bar none
Kind and beautiful and ever so loving
Sadly unable to see or accept the love
That waited for long to be seen
The third a diamond so bright
And beautiful as all the rest
The poor love could not afford
To win such favour of a queen
And so onwards unto the unknown
Where the final queen awaits
To sow the seeds of romance in the earth
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poem by Matthew Holloway
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At The Brink
“Few more strides into rival site; fight! Fight!
Yelled a lieutenant, “Conquest’s within our sight”
“Few more mouthfulls of ale; let me guzzle, guzzle”
Craved a carouser, “I’m at the edge of the azure”
“One more joker in the deck; let me bet! Bet!
Hoped a gamester, “I’m going to hit jackpot”
“More billions in coffer; let me earn! Earn! ”
Yearned a magnate, “I’ll soon be number one”
“One more cute woman; let me try! Try”
Vied a wooer, “My grand hundredth prey”
“Awful are human wiles; I can’t deal! Heal! ”
Riled Almighty “I crawl into the Black hole”
Slimy borders shake you, shock you; strain! Drain!
Gain on with guts; lest back to square one! Again! ! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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The Suicide Imp
You’re a kid in sandals sitting in a car
Whooshing high speed past heath
‘Say BOO! ‘ says the suicide imp
‘And you’ll all go spinning’
But you sit on your hands
You clamp your tongue in your teeth
You’re swinging alone in the park
The height of the stained glass pane
‘Slip off’ says the suicide imp
You tighten your hold on the chain
You’re cycling a hair-pin bend
Freckles speckling your face
‘Edge to the left, ’ he says
‘Woo empty space’
It’s the sunniest day in summer
You’re walking over a bridge
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Remember bad times will pass away
When love has left you
Feeling low and blue
Remember
Bad times will pass away
They may sometimes seem long
But are not bound to stay
When times are hard
And you are low on wad
Feeling lonely and sad
Right in your backyard
Remember
Bad times will pass away
They may sometimes seem long
Hang in there be strong
You have done no wrong
When you have nothing else to play
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Demon In Me
The demon in me's not dead,
He's living, and well.
In the body as in a hold,
In the self as in a cell.
The world is but walls.
The exit's the axe.
("All the world's a stage,"
The actor prates.)
And that hobbling buffoon
Is no joker;
In the body as in glory,
In the body as in a toga.
May you live forever!
Cherish your life,
Only poets in bone
Are as in a lie.
No, my eloquent brothers,
We'll not have much fun,
In the body as with Father's
Dressing-gown on.
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poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Laughing Moon
An Ocean route causes my nocturnal sorrow;
remorse and falsities keep me awake;
odd years and forgotten songs I borrow,
with demons transferring my mistakes.
They are my lost pals! From Oceanic depths,
they jump and dance dressed as buffoons,
and each one keeps a violin or trumpet,
as they play around me, their looney tunes.
Quite a group! A theater in a dusk folklore
drunken musicians, organs distuned
are smiling with swollen faces to yore
in front of a half-hidden laughing moon.
Quite a feast this is! Hoarse sound of hymns,
amidst horns, vociferous trombones and lyres;
my joker pals in air jump! and sing;
I inherit their foolish laughs and tears.
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Here & There
Oh Mother Dear it doesn't seem fair
That we're still down here and you're way up there.
Another thing that's not a favorite of mine
Is that chronologically I seem to be next in line.
Now that you're in heaven please say hi to Dad.
Tell him I'm still bitter ‘bout the Hole-In-One he had.
I've been playing this pitiful game almost forever.
He played once; made one and for me it's been never.
As for the joker who talked about the 'Golden Years, '
It was brown stuff, not gray matter, between his ears.
When I get up in the morning and gaze into the mirror.
I cringe at that old man as he moves ever nearer.
Dear Mother, please put in a good word for us here
Because without you it's hard to smile and cheer.
As our Mom you'll always be the best and most rare.
You'll live here in our hearts tho you're way up there.
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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