Dummies Poems - Poems about Dummies

"We come into the world alone and we die alone." ~ Diogenes What was that, Diogenes? Speak a bit louder if you please. I'm old and hard of hearing, and I fear my death is nearing. Well, anyway, I've never died, so, I couldn't tell you if I tried, but I heard Death's pretty skinny - meat on his bones, he hasn't any. On...

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placebo verse is sugary and fake ~ i’ve swallowed tons by mistake By David Kavanagh...

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It's Friday night, work's days complete. But years inform each week's retreat. Youth 'gives' five days and hopes to 'get' for two at least (their pace to vet)! More selfish think all service cursed and dream the Bible's truth's reversed (God's blessings earned by 'good' we do on Sundays sitting in a pew)! Yes, faith may save, but 'Blind Faith' kills! Who clothes the...

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Christ's Message Distilled for Dummies (You Might Not Like It) Christ’s message distilled is we all are born sinning, deserving of Hell (1) (but for Grace the Cross pays for), your pride in “your good acts” the proof of your fall. The “good” in your life is a gift that God’s driven (2) and born of His will (and not yours)....

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Heaven for Dummies, Yes, You! (Hell Debunked) You may think I’m all ‘Ego’ or ‘Certified Loon,’ but I pray you’ll consider this humble attempt to move riffraff from ruts, to unstick (maze stuck) muse through a monstrous attack on malaise of souls’ mire- dom (while weaving a rhythm with wit and with rhyme)! Some will ask why I bother with service,...

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Depress gasp peddle make jest mettle, mannequin IQs easy to steering will move Simple-minded plan acceleration, night shift flux be turbo stupidity Oxy dark vacillation speedily end in moronic wind tunnel termination Pulse crash dummies swerve change rational lanes dash bored recklessly Cranial balloon buffoons always gon fail those lobby pop quiz pitch tease Stooge sputtering cartoons fatally skid sail — Icy ad vice was a lemon squeeze Vacuous palpitations ventricle bend: Idiotic windy...

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Wood you marry me? I love you can't you see? I hope you will agree So please, please, please, Marry me... They say it's no good Because you're made of wood For me it's understood So please, please, please, Marry me... Ventriloquist's Wooden dummy You give me fits Please marry me! Please take my hand Together we can stand Our life will be so grand So please, please, please, Marry me... I'll have your...

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Can you ever be prosperous if you're a mensch Who is truly afraid to be rich? Is it OK that some might be jealous of you? Do you fear you might die in some ditch? Well, prosperity starts with acceptance my friend, Of yourself first, then others in turn, We must all consume lessons God puts on our plate For it's His...

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To live without known flaws or aches Is providence of tender age, Enjoy the youth that's briefly yours, Learn all you can from life's detours, Give voice to words in need of stage When virtue soars, don't fear mistakes. Do your best to keep life simple, Blessed to know your frame's God's temple, Knowing friends are "greatest treasure," Find your joy in other's pleasure. Trust...

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The Chinese tend to take the long-term view. They do things differently in Old Cathay. A thousand decades, almost to the day, have come and gone. There’s really nothing new. While foreigners fixate on Fu Manchu, The Eastern mind sees things another way. While we pervert, prevaricate, parlay, the “chink” prefers to chew, review, construe. “Since Revolution’s what you like to do,” some...

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Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not. Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs. There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx: a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot. Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat. In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks, and proles in Petrograd? Like hunting snarks. It’s Putin’s perestroika, not Pol Pot. Why did the whole thing vanish in...

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Mosaic tablets are not monoliths. It all depends (despair, or last best hope?) whatever end of Tocqueville’s telescope you happen to be viewing. One man’s myths are gospels to another. Freedom fighters, or filthy terrorists? A vexing ton of evidence encumbers Lexington. Our certain self-assertion might indict us. A foreign army’s trampling our soil, despoiling farms and cottages at will? We’re justified...

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The thorns-in-sides are various which mar incumbents’ slumber. Could Belgium bear Lumumba? Would Britain brook Makarios? There’s Bolsheviks or Mensheviks, Parnell or De Valera: Marat had Robespierre, or the Romans, Vercingetorix. There’s Che Guevara, Spartakists, the Mau Mau, Mata Hari, the Contras, Carbonari, Hamas, Harmonious Fists. The song that stops the show? “It Ain’t Necessarily So”....

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The key, for me, must be those onion domes. Concentric skins, like Russian dolls, contain: they don’t obtrude. Defensive rings explain the posture. Let’s not bother Sherlock Holmes with this one. Save Bill Bailey’s fine-tooth combs. They feared for Minsk, like others fear for Maine. The Wall was there, so brains would cease to drain towards those tail-fins, all...

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There’s nothing lacking in the thing itself. In some ways, it’s the very best of us. It’s not like Marx was some egregious elf, or Rosa Luxemburg some succubus. The deal is, if you subjugate the masses, they might not like it. Corner them, and they will fan out fiercely, as do poison gases, and pimps and prelates will be swept...

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