Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
I can handle the truth if you give me a chance
Your trying to control the situation in advance
You're telling me everything but what I want to hear
Being honest is one way you show you're sincere
Don't beat around the bush and be straight forward
I know seeing my reaction can be quite awkward
Knowing how you really feel can give me that release
Just communicate with me and give me my peace
They say the truth hurts but it also heals the pain
Telling multiple lies to ease a situation is insane
You can't control the way I deal with your news
To play mental games with me is one way to lose
Keeping it real with a person is the way I know to be
Spare me the deceit and just be straight with me
Tell it like it is, man
no holds barred, you know
Don't beat around the bush now
go where eagles go...
Take off your gloves, bare-knuckle it
words not minced, nor wit
Let all hell loose, come what may
shrink not from death's ballet
Mason likes to work with a brick
Harper always wants to nit pick
Rowan paddles his boat away
Don is up early in the day
Nanny puts the kids down to nap
John always takes a lot of crap
Conner will take all your money
Roman just can't find a honey
Mat gets walked on by every bloke
Art can always paint a good stroke
Who knows how much Owen will owe
Roberto has a rubber toe
Frank doesn't beat around the bush
Jim helps everyone trim their tush
Just as before, it's now the same
These good folks live up to their name!
Some people are so blunt
Their words tear and make you feel like a runt
Some people are so sharp
Their words cut like the bite of a carp
Some people are so shallow
Without thinking words they bellow
For some every second word is a swear
Who they offend they don't care
Some people are so deep
For lack of compression I weep
Some people are so boring
I am soon snoring
Some people are very quiet
Either dumb or very bright
Some people are full of noise
Like a toddler with his toys
Some people are so exciting
They leave me nail biting
Some people are so bitter
Spewing words that litter
Some people are so
Sweet
Listening to them is a treat
Some people are down to earth
The shady ones give them a wide berth
Some people beat around the bush
Wish they would just sush
Some people are so straight forward
That it makes some feel awkward
Some people are just right
Easy to understand and their words give sight
When Jack Fell Down Jill Found Another
tom, dick and harry went up the hill
to fetch love with a women named jill
tom beat around the bush
harry frozen on his tush
dick rose to the top and got his fill
connie pachecho
8/24/17
She opened the hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She rang her bell’s fate
Hasn’t she heard “hush”?!
She is in the monsters’ estate
They all came out, they sere hidden behind the bush
She opened her hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She is frightened, never seen a such
Wolfs, attacking her, it was too late
For her they made a dash
Devouring her weak body, a brutality I can’t state
The wheels were on a rush
No one there to tame their lust, there’s no mate
She fought alone, she would them away push
She thought that they used to live in one estate!
She opened the hell’s gate
As she put her foot on the bus
She rang her bell’s fate
She was compelled to hush
But it isn’t yet late
I won’t beat around the bush
Those monsters should be jailed, and decrease the rate
Of crimes and violence , we won’t let ourselves go with the gush
Of the sewage on which we’ll throw them and eternally close this gate
" All against raping"
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
And words that rhyme are out-of-line,
When they are so abused
And those cliches are 'here to stay',
And drive us all insane,
But we continue using them,
And so we're all to blame.
It's like 'we're on the same old page',
Or 'talking to the wall',
Don't mean to 'beat around the bush',
So please don't 'have a cow'.
A 'screen-door on a submarine',
Is such a useless thing,
And when I rant and criticize,
I'm 'going out on a string'.
For many disagree with me,
And say that I am wrong,
And then they 'go their separate ways',
And 'sing the same old song'.
A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
But I have trouble finding words,
So please have me excused.
Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie
That's not obscene, kinda cute don't ya think
I tell it like it is dear friends
I've never been one to beat around the bush
Really not concerned by the trends
Come out and say what's really on my mind
No confusion or mistaking my point
It sure would be better if we all did the same
No mixed signals around this joint
So getting back to young girl's in bikinis
No finer picturesque work of art
So the drooling us males are known to do
Is a testament to the joy in our hearts
© Jack Ellison 2015
Here I am, late night. Waiting for the train after work as usual in my zone Floetry "Hey you" playing on the phone. This woman sits next to me and I can feel her eyeing me, I look over she turns away smiling ever so gently but it was her classy attire that had me swayed. Now I'm usually the nervous type but I play it cool but I'm shy right. I don't usually approach women cause I feel they really aren't worth my time and sometimes when they open their mouth I see in their lifetime they haven't really opened their mind. So I say you look familiar starting off with lies, she smiles says hi and starts telling me about her day, I say hi I'm Corey and I don't this every day and yeah you're beautiful but behind every smile is a story to tell, every woman's been something and if she says she isn't more than likely at this moment she's probably going threw hell. Anyway I don't beat around the bush so I'm like I would love to get to know you past your beauty and your scars and she says I'm sorry but I'm already spoken for. I say well, the conversation was nice and we both part ways, no regrets at all and that was probably the highlight of my day
Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14
To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use for keywords.
It doesn’t beat around the bush, and, is never scared.
There’s consensus in every corner of the globe.
Speak street to people, they’ll come into the fold.
It creates the willingness to communicate.
And, brings down the barriers that causes hate.
Speak street to people before bringing out the tanks.
Give the people reason to give the system thanks.
Stand before them and look them eye-to-eye.
Ask them why they march? They will tell you why.
Alongside the action, mindsets have to change.
Until all are equal, life won’t be the same.
Black mothers are tired of seeing their sons die.
They’ve seen so much pain, there are no more tears to cry.
i thought that not seeing you would turn my life upside down
and i was right
im happy, im smiling like never before, im laughing and i have not shed a single tear
and here i thought it would be hard
i will admit seeing you (even though it was a picture) brought back emotions i never wanted to feel
the love, the anger, the sadness, the regret, the fear, the pain, the happiness, the laughs
all of that came rushing back and i was stunned for a moment
BUT i realized what i have now doesnt even compare to way back when
writing this now is getting all of it out so i would NEVER go back
im stronger now then i have ever been before
hearing your name doesnt pain my heart any more
i dont have to beat around the bush anymore
im sssooo grateful because you've should me what i always deserve to have and i have it now
( BLOOD )
Family is thick, they stick by your every impulse.
They back you up, even if the situation is false.
Water is powerful, but blood is thicker.
If others are laughing, your family wont snicker.
They will stand by your side, and help you when your down.
They will ease your pain, and take away your frown.
Family is tight, they will never turn their backs.
They wont beat around the bush, they will give you the facts.
When you have no place to go, just pick up your phone.
A roof over your head, is something that the family will loan.
A bite to eat, or someone to listen to your grief.
They will give you tough love, with a full side of beef.
Family is powerful, they wont leave your side in a fight.
They will hold your hand, when your scared at nght.
They will save you from evil, guide you through a flood.
When it comes down to it, water is not thicker than blood.
Dear Doyle,
Why have you not incorporated me further into your work?
When I found out I appeared briefly, in just three stories, I was hurt.
You made me smarter than Sherlock himself,
but, alas, you did not find me worth the ink.
And no, my dear friend, no simple explanation will suffice.
We are both men Arthur, let's not beat around the bush like mice
You'll meet me tonight, eight o'clock sharp at the Reigate Squires.
Do not send a wire or put it off a moment further. This business is dire!
Sincerely,
The Other Holmes
NOTE: For those who aren't familiar with the stories, Sherlock Holmes actually has a brother. His name is Mycroft Holmes (and Doyle actually made him much smarter than Sherlock... though Mycroft was too lazy to put his talents to good use). He was a very interesting character and I was sad to see him in so few stories...
Who am I
I don't even know
But I am the type of person
To let dumb s*** go
I don't like to play life games
Or beat around the bush
I like to work hard
But I may need a push
Though I do like drama
I like when everyone's confused
Seeing people in pain
Gets me really amused
I am a trustworthy person
I'm always honest
I don't need to lie
I am modest
I am not judgmental
I accept everyone
The enemies I have
Are slim to none
I am a goofball
I love to have fun
But if you do me wrong
Whatever we have is done
I'm always different
But I'll never change
I may seem off
But I'm always the same
I am lazy & stubborn
But easy to persuade
I don't care for anything
I have nothing else to say
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