You think you’re pretty clever
I didn’t fall off the truck yesterday
No, not your average turnip
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Verse 1]
You're so incredible,
the most amazing man.
I'm taken to new heights of pleasure
with the touch of your hand.
There will never be another man
in my life who compares.
Your eyes, your smile...
no one as perfect anywhere.
I will never forget, or stop loving you...
Well would ya lookie here, my dear…
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan dreams that will never come true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever
good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
[Verse2]
You are the man
of every woman's dreams.
You sure knew your way
around my body
I guess I had you going
with all the fuss I made
So glad I was the star of all my high-school plays
Because you are an imposter...
And baby I should win an Oscar…
Cause as you can see
I can lie too!
[Chorus]
I can lie just like you do!
Make promises, plan the dreams that are never coming true.
I didn't know I could be such a fool!
I guess I was never, ever good enough for you...
See? there I go again, I can lie too!
the times I've been here, words in hand
mind-sculpting verse of phrases, grand
that speak of that, the cruelest school
those moments, rife, I've played a fool ...
laid bare this soul, with one broad knife
sweet dreams of romance, love and life
my heart bled, staining some girl's feet
whose care for me was ne'er as sweet ...
and shared in poems for worlds to read
midst hopes they might just fill a need
while all I've done, with sheet and pen
is prove I'm that damned fool ... again ...
the deepest feelings - spilled for those
I loved and lost, who thumb their nose
at odes brought forth, or all such gems
so polished smooth with tears, for them ...
it's always me, this pining schmuck
that's tumbled down on lover's luck
now writing chiseled stanzas, meant
for some fair lass whose love I spent ...
why won't the sweetest phrase impart
some love to make those longings start
for ME, this fool with chances, slim ...
some sweet girl writes a poem ... for HIM?
Go gayly to the school, Obedient to its rule, Behave cordially and cool, Don't be a confused pool, Learn the learning tool, And avoid to be a fool.
Cultural Etiquette
£_________________
Loves protocol
Ain't nothing at
All
Tired of
Pleadgning myself to the
Tell me what that is
It ain't non of your bizz
Pull the blinders off
Then maybe then you'll
See
Ain't nothing like love
But what you thinking of
When the man you f$cking
Ain't me
Baby it's jess my luck
Whating someone
Who only wanna phuck
Sorry Lady
That just ain't me
Allan those ooh's
And those
Ah ooh we
Nothing but
Lies
Sorry Baby fool ain't me
All of those
Ah she ooh we ooh's
Got you confessed
Tell ya this
Fool ain't me
"Everyone's Searching"
(Willie Nelson Style; 4/4 Rhythm)
Verse 1
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
(G) Some want only to (C) make love
(G) Others want a love to (D) hold
(G) Some want to (C) save their eternal (G) soul
Verse 2
(G) Some seek for pleasure, (C) some look for truth
(G) Some hunt for the fountain of (D) eternal youth
(G) Some want such power, (C) some want such fame
(G) Many hunt for fortune, (D) others just a name
Chorus
(C) Everyone's searching, (G) nobody finds
(C) Everyone's looking, but (G) everyone's blind
(C) All play the jester, (G) all play the fool
(A7) For nobody (D) plays by the golden rule
Verse 3
(G) Some want a cause on (C) which to spend their life
(G) Others long for death (D) just to end their strife
(G) Some want their diamonds, (C) some want their gold
(G) Some want to stay young and (D) never grow old
Chorus
It was all a lie, yet again,
He played you for a fool,
Made you believe he really wanted you,
But alas it was a jock for him,
You were never special,
Just a silly young girl making him feel young again,
You were just a phase,
Do not go to that private school,
It will affect your mental health,
While the education is full of wealth,
Do not put yourself on that shelf,
That shelf is isolated and docile,
Alone despite being surrounded,
A dumb decision to make as a fool,
Used as a tool to start up something new,
Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge,
So many times I wanted to fall in,
Fall in a pit where i could weep for hours,
Only to be woken by the same sound of laughter,
Laughter at things that make me cringe,
So many times i reached out and wanted to give in,
A school prized on being safe for all,
All who shared the same skin color had a ball,
Being the pepper in the salt I stood out like a sore thumb,
Many thought the world moved past this,
But some cling on
Maybe I am a fool.
a fool like you,
believing in heaven
from inside the zoo.
The bars between us
holding me caged
saving you from a time
that will never be mine.
Unhinged and unbathed
I lie to you about my rotting skin
but you think of nothing,
so I remain untouched from within.
There was a time
I cared less
while you could not stop,
I was an immovable object
you were barely the wind.
Of all I could tell you
nothing seems to rhyme,
I hope I am attractive
if my words fail to entice.
The burnt smell of my skin
makes you cover your mouth
in disgust and in awe
as I inhale the filthiest of air
without the slightest of thoughts.
Maybe I am a fool,
A fool just like you.
The flowers are blooming
the answers are looming;
but I will never know
like the fool I am,
what it means
To be loved like I do.
Diminuendo/Pentatoni
Swooh's of oohism
oohgasmic ooh's and
the ah-ooh,
ah;ooh's of ooh-ah's
-
There's ah rhythm to this
that's what I heard
a prefered way of doing it
that's what I heard
guess it aint that simple
Love is only a word
the cat's a little finicky
and the directions blurred
the chore of simplicity
my need to satisfy
a great deal of professionalism
that's the reason why
I can't eat if I
aint working gotta do my thing
got the birds ah chirping
let's hear them sing
There's ah rhythm to this
There's a kinda groove
get's my foot ah tapping
make's my body move
From The Book;
" The Better Understanding"
written By: Ditty-DeWright
The Sound's of a Distorted man
To deepen understanding of love and marriage,
it's a story about a man needing help after finding that love and marriage were not
the prime directives of Church and the Church Community.
Someone gave him a wordless song to help respirt
his then drained soul.
and Offfered him a ticket to a retreat were
they dealt with issues of people and persons:
The Challenging of a Bassoon
And they would strut around the fire
Then sat upon their stools,
And argued long, in learned terms,
Who wore the better jewels!
But then there was a man about
Who none had seen before,
And though he wore a gentle face,
They felt a gentle horror.
For he did not dance around the fire
Or strut about like fools,
Nor did he argue who it was
That wore the better jewels.
And then there was a sudden fright
As when a spirit calls:
For he did not stand within the crowd
But stood within the walls!
And as he moved within the walls
A warmer air was felt,
And with a sort of sinking dread,
The walls began to melt.
They offered him their rubies
And diamonds from their hair,
They offered him the wedding bands
Of women young and fair.
They offered him the peerage,
They vowed to make him king,
They offered him the chilly duke
And any other thing.
For all of this, he did not care,
He took the world unaware
With silver lightning in his hair.
Fool am I for trying to believe.
Fool am I for seeing only what I wanted to see.
Fool am I for listening to my heart.
Fool am I for tearing me apart.
Fool am I and fool I’ll always be.
Fool am I for thinking you’d love me.
Fool am I for sinking in your eyes.
Fool am I for believing all the lies.
Fool am I and now a fool I am alone.
Fool am I with broken heart and broken home.
Fool am I for finding solace in the night.
Fool am I for never putting up a fight.
Fool am I for stopping you in your life.
Fool am I for picking up that knife.
Fool am I for not listening to your screams.
Fool am I.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here” - William Shakespeare
What is this hell upon us that we live in?
What lawless times must we endure
when fools abound and we can’t win?
Where they come from we’ll never know for sure.
My best guess is that hell is empty
and they’re here loose in numbers plenty ~
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on April 6, 2025 for contest THE BARD'S BIRTHDAY sponsored by OLIVER McKEITHAN - RANKED 4TH
Strutting
in place
Message
defaced
Words left
to spew
Bombast
in view
Worshipping
mirrors
Begging
for fame
Image
debasing
Vanity’s
— claim
(The New Room: March, 2025)
From golden rays the clouds are spun,
But without warmth, the winter sun.
Signing the sky with solemn swear,
Casting its light to he who stares.
Only sight can tell the sun is frozen,
When light's love starts cursing the chosen.
But a Fool doesn't see with open eyes,
Only the break of dusk will turn him wise.
After fire is lost and falls to rest,
The moon and the stars will rise expressed.
Suddenly The Fool can hear it's whispers,
Blindly still, he wanders with blisters.
Not all things new are made from passion,
At times the stars are all he'll fashion.
Beyond the veil of coal and sky,
That's where the sightless Fool will fly.
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