Quotes about joker, page 9
Used As Blood Transfusions
What am I hoping to accomplish,
With my 'poetic' offerings?
That's a good question.
Maybe one day they will be used,
As blood transfusions.
'You are joking, right? '
Of course I am.
I meant heart transplants.
But then again,
Some of the 'stuff' I write...
Have lives of their own.
They may not want to be used,
To jump start somebody else's existence.
'Well...
I must admit,
Some things written do seem to have lives...
All their own.'
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Tiger On The Nineteenth Floor
Just watch out for the tiger on our block’s nineteenth floor
As its picture leaps at you through the wood of the door,
For it aims to devour you as it bears painted claws,
Gnashing synthetic teeth in its red, lifelike jaws.
Though it’s only a poster, it is frightening enough
As the lift door wide opens, for the lighting is duff,
Since it gleams through the dullness in its fierce, threatening way
As it makes its appearance taking breath clean away.
It replaces the soldier in his pressed uniform,
Standing stiff to attention, with his locks neatly shorn.
Did I happen to mention that my neighbour named John
Is a bit of a joker, and so he sticks on
The front of his door, in a good-humoured way
A designed life-sized image to brighten the day.
If the tiger won’t make you run scared for your life,
The doormat will do so: “Beware of the wife! ”
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Shushed to Hush Up
Do you remember the first time,
You were shushed to hush up?
To be followed by a sssshhhh!
Were you livid?
Did your eyes open wide?
I know my eyebrows must have arched,
Beyond my furrowed brow!
Looking as if I had a mask on.
And portraying the 'Joker' from Batman.
Overdressed but ready for Halloween.
'Who are 'you' to shush me with a sssshhh? '
Of course none of this makes sense.
Aren't we all adults.
Or pretend we do something that is intended,
And meant?
And not to be shushed...
In public!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dazed I am from this...
Come dazed in deception,
making idols of perfection,
sodomy crazed in inception.
Faded away into morality,
sucked into a fixed reality,
doomed? , not quite incoherent.
Her eyes washed away,
flow away my wings,
a slump attitude, naked
florescent grumpy woman.
I couldn't wish for a good girl,
a man who's beauty is so wise,
locks of hair make the china-men
blues, hunting back hunky dory,
and soldiers turned back to
the war, eaten by jews.
Let us sulk, make long hair
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poem by Jesse Gebel
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Love Is Ripple
Love is self emanating palpitation
It comes out with earnest appeal in relation
There is more attachment in revelation
Person loves only for self elation
Personal appearance plays important role
Beautiful features invite eyes to respond call
What can be fun if I think it may vanish?
Life otherwise if temporarily face and may anytime finish
It is stupidity to argue for future happening
Who on this earth may remain always heartening?
Not loose natural beauty and stay ever green?
Such arguments are called silly and never heard or seen
If you find fault with beauty and dream in foolish land
It will vitiate the relation and turn trend
No girl may like future prediction
Based on stories as mentioned in frictions
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Imperfection
I am a shadow
and a figure in the sun.
I am nothing but the distant echo
of a fallen empire.
I am a mountain stream,
rushing to the ground.
I am a foreign book,
tattered and worn.
I am Ignorance.
I am a puppy searching for its mother,
something it will never see.
I am the full moon,
pulling out the werewolves and oceans.
I am a shattered mirror,
abandoned in the dust.
I am a burned caterpillar,
never to become a butterfly.
I am the last snowflake to melt.
I am the wind,
moving voices and people as I pass.
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poem by Zoe Guillory
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Heath Ledger In Loving Memory
22nd of January 2008
Tuesday afternoon
Soho, New York
Heath Ledger was 28
Found dead
At the foot of his bed
From Perth to Sydney
From Sydney to Hollywood
You was extremely inspirational to many
Acting with a great aplomb and too good
To be true
That you were gone
Sweat it beautifully
Becomes part of the Patriot
Crossed over the continent
And right to Brokeback Mountain
For some, it’s just hurt
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poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Remember When He Juiced Us Up...
The journey would never have been this treacherous,
If we had taken the direct route...
And quickly landed on Reality!
At least we had the light of the Sun with us.
Now we are in complete darkness!
And the commander is still convinced,
We are headed in the right direction!
Have you noticed...
He has not been in the cockpit one time?
Remember when he 'juiced' us up in the beginning?
By tossing to us cash and a drugged vision?
And he is doing the same thing now!
Can you sense disaster?
And his incompetence exposing faster?
'I'm wondering who and what IS in that cockpit!
And why this trip had to go through turbulence,
In the first place?
It just seems to be a wasted adventure,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amilia
I am a lover and i am single,
I am a joker and i am single,
I am a writer and i am single,
I am a teacher and i am single,
Come closer to me to know who i am;
Amilia is your name to the world so sweet.
To the Red Palace,
To the White Plalace,
To the Blue Palace,
To the Black Palace,
Like fire and water;
To everything, there is a middle point.
What are your four best colours?
What are your four best foods?
What are your four best songs?
Give me an answer and,
I will tell you who you are.
Amilia is your name and,
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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“Acid” (To Timothy)
LSD better known as “Acid”
Can make you rave or rather flaccid
It's made crazed ones claw steep walls
Or run insanely through dark 'n dreary halls
Never meant for fun, for power it does hold
More bad trips than good trips, if the truth be told
Oh, Doctor Leary, why did they treat badly?
They closed the gateway to our minds
you opened up so gladly
They trashed your work ‘n rode you hard to ground
Threw you into lock up, like some mangy hound
Relentless, those that feared the gifts you gave us
Criminalizing your life's work 'n raising such a fuss
They were not ready for free 'n open minds
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poem by Ray Lucero
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