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Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
Fresh baked cookies of gingerbread;
a joyful scent wafts through the house.
Christmas Cheer will spread this year
as custard and cookies abound.
Mom takes out a second batch,
but something is amiss,
her first batch of Gingerbread men,
is missing one of its pals!
I must’ve miscounted she surmised and
quickly removed batch number three.
But once again, the first batch was thin;
missing a second cookie.
Miscounted twice, she thought not,
as she pulled out batch number four.
A glimpse from the side of her eagle-eye,
caught one galloping away from the tin!
She’d heard it said that Christmas Cheer
was a magical thing; indeed!
She pulled out red ribbon and tied them
together, now they no longer flee.
For, CHRISTMAS CHEER Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Kim Rodrigues
No fake, phony, counterfeit, bogus
I am a altruistic lover, listener, helper
Who inspire, motivates, and encourage
Yes, I can be introverted sometimes
I also can be humorous, playful and joyous.
The eagle eye who has great insight
The lone wolf who known to work alone
The tortoise who longevity speak for itself
The black panther who camouflage well
The loner who enjoys own company
The special one who love leaves impressions
The unique one who sees through the lies
The individual who needs no validation
The divergent thinker who seek solutions.
It took a group to initiate a narrative
It took a multitude to destroy my image
It took a mob to ruin my reputation
It took a diverse of hitmen attempts
It took a legion to use witchcraft
It took posses to keep sharing posts
It took the masses seconds to believe it all!
I fought alone and still standing.
Get to know someone before you destroy their life
joining others based on he/she said gossip.
No weapon(any) form against me WILL NOT prosper!!!
Intro
Clowns drive a Camaro and the World is full of clowns/
By the end of 2023, Camaro’s will run the town/
Even the clown haters wanna join the Camaro line/
Back to back to back we about to tear the circus down/
Verse One
Clowns drive a Camaro, and drive them super fast/
Put the pedal to the metal, and you can hear the blast/
These average Joe clowns I just honk and bypass/
Like an early morning meal, they hit the brake fast/
I like the colors loud, so I can broadcast/
But you can only see the white walls when I fly past/
I keep open containers because I drive DWI/
But I’m focused tunnel vision and I got an Eagle eye/
Camaros hug curves like a hip and thigh/
And the sound of the engine, can sing a lullaby/
I rock exotic stickers, so I can signify/
That I’m a true clown so you should turn a blind eye/
Driving a thousand miles with my mind preoccupied/
A recipe for destruction, purely suicide/
All of my cars, fly swift as a sparrow/
I guess that’s the reason clowns drive a Camaro/
Verse Two
Camaros represent the struggle and represent the hustle/
When it comes to a Camaro it’ll be hard to out-muscle/
It’s not too luxury, but luxury enough/
You have never seen a Camaro that is built Ford tough/
Paint job butternut, seats coconut/
And it’s only fine leather sitting under my bottom/
I play my metal loud so the six-twelves hit/
And the six by nines tick and I keep at least six/
All the ladies love my car they all wanna ride/
IF they really wanna get in, then it’s do or die/
I can drive through a storm and it won’t get wet/
And I use jet fuel because my car a super jet/
I fly by Hellish they say I have a death wish/
But I’m a Hellish clown, so it do me no justice/
Everybody tip their hats, when I ride by/
And when this song drop, Camaro sales will multiply/
Beware of wolves in sheepskins
My what clever wolves
I wonder if the sheep could pass as wolves
Perhaps they could go to Wolves R Us
I've heard of a Fox in a Hen House
I wonder if a Hen ever visits a Fox House
Who was the idiot that let the Bull loose
The china shop will never be the same
I also wonder why so many Bull remain
Especially with all the politicians shooting Bull
I was so busy I had no time to get ready for my trip
So I invited a pack Rat over to help get me organized
My house boat started to sink and he was the first to leave
It started to rain Cats and Dogs
I think I need a better umbrella
He told me I could get there as the crow flies
I think he lied, my arms are tired and I'm still here
I thought I would become my own boss
This Monkey Business is tougher than I expected
My inventory is eating up all my profits
All my clothing shrank when I came in from the rain
I have to admit I felt a little Sheepish
The judge asked him to pronounce his own sentence
He asked if he could be Hung like a Horse
All my friends call me Eagle Eye
I like that so much better than Cyclops
I would be much happier if I had two eyes
I hope you all enjoyed the trip to the Funny Farm
All the animals here are crackers
Form:
I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING
BUT YOU BETTER SLOW DOWN
WE DON'T LIKE SPEEDERS
FLYING THROUGH TOWN
SPEED LIMIT HERE
IS THIRTY-FIVE
OFFICER PETE
HAS AN EAGLE EYE
YA AUGHT TO SLOW DOWN
TAKE IN THE VIEW
SEE WHAT OUR TOWN
HAS TO OFFER YOU
A BED AND BREAKFAST
JUST UP THE ROAD
WITH A POND OUT BACK
WITH TURTLES AND TOADS
WE HAVE A GROCER
WITH A PHARMACY
WE HAVE A HAIR CUTTER
BY THE NAME OF ELLIE
WE HAVE A GAS STATION
AND COFFEE SHOP
FILL UP YOUR TANK
AND HAVE A RED POP
WE HAVE A TOW TRUCK
AND A JAIL
WE HAVE NO PLACE
TO POST YOUR BAIL
YOU'LL WAIT TILL TUESDAY
TO SEE THE MAGISTRATE
HE WILL BE HERE
BUT OFTEN LATE
I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.
For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
Putrid pink by my volitional Aunt
And thus made me hate
The color of its paint.
And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
Of a steamroller-child
~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~
Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of to the moon and back.
I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
the
cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
for those
who believe they can pull off this trend
better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead
For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10
You can turn there too
and net your escape.
To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear
God is at hand.
7/26/2019
I've always showered
care on ungrateful trees,
the ones that bloomed
and the ones that withered.
I watered them anyway.
In this chaotic world,
compassion is made slavery,
chained with entitlement
and false lovebites,
yet my tender heart
endures through the raid
and self-inflicted questions
of why I have to succumb
to an endless tide.
Sometimes in regret of why
goodness chose me as its heir,
I flip out, leaving the throne empty.
Though I wage wars not to be
kind anymore, I find myself retreating.
In the end, it is nature's course for me.
But should I drown in empathy
that l lose my mind? My use or
willingness to set boundaries
and say No when the shoes
don't fit my legs? For I have
been in the watch house
without looking. It took me
courage and self-awareness
to glare beyond the boiling surface.
I washed my eyes in
discernment and worth,
to dive past the silent suck.
I befriended clarity and in her depth,
I learnt to work with both minds.
For kindness doesn't exist to
drain me but help me find my path.
So I dished portions of bitter
sour soups to users and
drummers without rhythm,
Just to test their intent
and they smiled at its
sweetness.
They would forge a life in
death just to drain the
remaining water in my
well. I let them go in
thirst because there's barely
a drop left for me and my heart
has now tested the rough edges
of the valleys and the shape
of my eyes have been born anew.
So conscious, it wouldn't flinch
if dust was thrown in it.
And the lovers that used to ride
on my patchless boat, they have
now drowned, since the engines only
worked in the purity of their needs.
It is not I that led them to
destruction, It is their greed.
I offered them bandages still,
I showed them the path,
I directed them through the journey,
I didn't go with them else they would
make me lose my way and distract
me from the gold mine in front.
My peace has never been this full.
Full of happiness and Bluebells.
I am a Watchman that sees
through the dark forest and
I shall live a long life setting
those standards.
Still an heir to the throne
now I sit with an eagle eye.
My soul in good deeds
will never be used again.
How beautiful this world is
How charming everything seems
Oceans, deserts, breeches
mountains, Forests and fields
Every bit is so pleasing
At peace
Air, water, fruit and all our food
So yummy, so tasty
We live together
With everybody
We are so content
But earth is only half lit
Each day is followed by Night
We live in fears
Fear of losing a loved one
Fear of losing health or wealth
Fear of winter
Fear of death
Or of being left alone
Fear of going too far
And forgetting our way back
Or fear of them going away
Fear of rain, and of earthquakes
Of scorpions and snake
And of an enemy whose integrity is at stake
Look with an eagle eye
And world is beautiful
But look closely with a discerning eye
It is nothing but we live in fears and worries
May it never gets dark
May sun shine on every side
Paghunda
Love don't let me mourn hate
Love Gave me spiritual healing
For me am not holy to vanity
I want to go wild like a lion
For in this forest of hunters
They wish me a murderer
So love teach me now
How to fly like an eagle
As it allow me to see
What life is worth
So more than just vanity
For in this wilderness full of ignorance
An eagle eye I wear
So now I see a light
That I hold on to
Never to let it off
For when darkness comes
then love arises again
Never to be away
So the light never
Get dark
Right in my soul
I let the light be
So it be possible
If not of love
Yet despite it be love
Hate still seize not it war
For as I love I hate
So I murder a darkness
Full of evil
Yet love still
Gave me spiritual healing
Taking away my fears
Now am new for
Love don't let me mourn hate