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Cliches Debunked



To 'ride on somebody's coat tails' Is the most dangerous thing you can do 'Keep a stiff upper lip' is another cliché Mine's not stiff, how about you? 'One good turn deserves another' Turns my stomach if you must ask 'There's no fool like an old fool' I'm quite offended by the last 'Sticks and stones will break my bones' Can break someone's heart as well So if somebody up and says this to you Tell them to go straight to hell 'A penny for your thoughts' is yet another That's pretty damn cheap I'd say A dollar would certainly be more in line With the times we live in today 'A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush' Who made up this silly old verse A bird in the hand is quite messy I'd say Poop on your fingers or worse So I've come to the obvious conclusion Concerning the debunking of clichés Refuse to use 'em coz people abuse 'em You'll wind up much happier I say © Jack Ellison 2013


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013


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Adages

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
But man is slaved to fate,
No fun or spontaneity
Unless you speculate

You can’t keep a good man down
The candle’s sturdy wick,
Yet alcohol and ageing
Seems to do the trick.

Let he who is without sin
The first stone seek to cast
Attack is the best defence,
May as well be first as last.

Life is like a box of chocolates,
Yet as we grow old and greyer,
The top ones are all gone,
And the best from the bottom layer.

A woman is like a fine wine
With time she will mature,
But men by nature love to taste
A vintage that is newer.

The pen is mightier than the sword
Or so it has been writ,
Unless you’re in a sword fight
And then you’re in deep ….


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006


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Cliches

Somebody told me that cliches are dead
But what if I run out of things to say
Can I say "to know me is to love me"
Or "tomorrow is just another day"

What about "liars never prosper and cheaters never win"
Would I be accused of reviving the dead
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
Or is it "an ace in the hole instead"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
Or if you fall "it's only a scrape"
What if I tell them to "button your lip"
Will they get "all bent out of shape"

But I'm "at the end of the pecking order"
So how much can I really know
I'll never use cliches again
Right after " I told you so"


Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010


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She's out of my life

Jealousy, greed, or something in between.
A belated response: my chance has already been.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush -
you being with him reminds me of the path I should’ve took.

A mocking jeer at my self-indulgent indecision,
clouded sense of self-worth, I truly believed I was omniscient.

Disregarded your beauty, the pure essence of your personality.
Sacrificed what could’ve been the love of my life, for the sake of my vanity.

Lamenting the error of my ways gives rise to nothing other than pain.
I thought I was a player, but got played by the game.

Engrossed in whatever seemed the biggest challenge, when it was clear-cut,
we were intended for one another and I messed that up.

Don’t want you to be my Rosaline, be my Juliet:
Otherwise I may lose my mind in a cyclone of regret.


Copyright © Lee Price | Year Posted 2007