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It's a cliche, but there really is no handbook about the celebrity thing; you have to figure it out as you go along.

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I Am A Cliche

I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom

song performed by X-Ray Spex
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I Am A Cliche

I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom

song performed by X-Ray Spex
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Just Fit In, We're Going

here comes the sun, is a cliche.
i put a spell on you, is another cliche.
i think i love you, most abused cliche.
you complete me, movie cliche,
strawberry fields,
scents of magnolia, fresh and soothing,
vanilla ice cream,
chocolate Popsicle,
mint puffs,
and cotton candy, and black forest.

coca-cola and ice cubes,
inside a glass
against the summer sun

your lips sucking the straw
your face covered with my shadow.

i am no longer conscious about their
taboos

got mine, and i like it
when i am finally free.

i store more cliches and
lick them
like Popsicle on a hot
summer day.

no hard feelings. Just fit in.
we're going.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Believe It Or Not

Believe it or not, everyone, have things that they hide
Believe it or not, everyone, keep most things inside
Believe it or not, everyone, believes in something above
Believe it or not, everyone, needs to feel loved
Feel loved, but we don't and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you don't and you won't, until we figure out
Seen it or not, every time, the world turns upside down
Believe it or not, most of us, feel like we're losing ground
Believe it or not, everyone, hate admitting fear
Believe it or not, most of us, wanna know why we're here
Why we're here, but we don''t and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
Someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you're young and you won't, until we figure out
Most of us have nothing to complain about
Most of us have things we could live without
Everyone needs advice on how to get along
You know we won't until we figure out
[Instrumental]
Believe it or not everyone
Believe it or not, everyone, have things that they hide
Believe it or not, everyone, keep most things inside
Believe it or not, everyone, believe in something above
Believe it or not, everyone, needs to feel loved
Feel loved, well we don't and we won't until we figure out
Could someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
Someone deliver us, and send some kind of sign
So close to giving up, 'cause faith is so hard to find
But you're young and you won't, until we figure out
You're young and you won't, until we figure out

song performed by Nickelback
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Shameless

(tennant/lowe)
-------------
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh) [hello]
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh)
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh)
(ooh ah ah ooh ah ah ooh ah ooh) [dahhhling - mmwah!]
[how dare you? do you know who I am? ]
[you look fabulous! - mmwah!]
I know what you think
Its clear as mud in your eyes
Were the plastic poseurs and prostitutes
Youve obviously come to despise
But you dont know nothing
Youre not hot enough to matter
You dont understand its the glamorous life
A dream that no one can shatter
Were shameless
We will do anything
To get our fifteen minutes of fame
We have no integrity
Were ready to crawl
To obtain celebrity
Well do anything at all
Im ambitious
Believe me, Im going to be big
Im a slave to glamour
Applause and clamour
My makeup, my wardrobe, my wigs
Dont call me pathetic
Im harder than youll ever guess
Relentlessly tough, for when the going gets rough
The tough get their picture in the press
Were shameless
We will do anything
To get our fifteen minutes of fame
We have no integrity
Were ready to crawl
To obtain celebrity
Well do anything at all
(anything, anything, anything at all)
(well do anything, anything, anything at all)
(well do anything, anything, anything at all)
(well do anything, anything, anything at all)
[its going perfectly alright]
[how dare you? do you know who I am? ]
[its an absolute disgrace]
Tell me you love me
Admit it, youre really impressed
Would it not amuse you
For me to seduce you

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song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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Useless, A challenge entry

The handbook isn’t written yet
that will teach me to forget.
The years of happiness we shared.
I have no doubt because we dared,
to accept that we were meant to be.
Bonded together as a pair
Because we matched so perfectly.
A partnership beyond compare.
There’s no hand book nor will there be.
In any language known to man,
which can erase your memory.
I am certain that nothing can
Of what use could a handbook be?
It won’t relieve my misery.

23-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Hugs not Slugs

I don’t believe it, a hug,
is the way it’s supposed to be,
The lawyers and politically correct,
- they made a travesty,
For Megan Coulter.
For Middle School of Mascoutah, Illinois,
there no need for public affection,
It may result in detention,
She was giving hugs to her two friends,
She was bidding them farewell for the coming weekend.
Sam McGowen, district superintendent, was not to be rebuffed,
He stated clearly,
“the penalty is fair and that administrators in the school east of St. Louis
were following policy in the student handbook.”
Look,
At what the district is teaching their students.
The handbook states:
“Displays of affection should not occur on the school campus at any time.
It is in poor taste, reflects poor judgment,
and brings discredit to the school and to the persons involved.'

All You Need Is Love is what the song says,
Paul and John sang this melody,

Embraces are not illegal touching,
Mencia says De-De-De.
PC and lawsuits are to blame,
-for being human is never going to be same.

Better hugs not slugs.

(11-8-2007)

poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Eyes Of Mr D (Part 5)

Mr D took off his glasses,
and raised his white cane.
He struck the dark figure,
hard with the crook of the handle
in the middle of the back.
The dark figure bends backwards
revealing his mask of death.
Quickly he recovered and twisted around.
He went to strike out at Mr D,
who hooked the white cane
around one leg and pulled.
The dark figure with the mask of death
fell upon the ground.
He pulled a blade from his pocket
that glinted under the moonlight.
Mr D used the cane again
to knock the blade from his hand
into the dark waters of the lake.

The sound of sirens and blue lights filled the air.
The figure with the mask of death
tried his best to flee.
Mr D went after him.
He ran onto the wooden bridge.
Mr D caught him there.
They struggled with each other,
one getting the upper hand for a moment,
then the other.
Mr D finally hit him with his fist.
The figure spun and stumbled against the wooden guardrail.
The rail snapped under the sudden weight.
Into the dark waters,
the figure plunged and disappeared below.

Mr D came off the bridge
moments before the police arrived.
It was over now he said to himself.
The pretty woman waited there for him.
She looked, smiled, and held her hand out
to the man who saved her life.
“How did you know? ” she asked.
“My eyes told me it was going to happen.”
He then went on to explain.
When they were allowed to leave,
they left hand in hand.
“I don’t know your name.” She said,
“And here you save my life.”
He smiled. “Are you sure you want to know? ”
She nodded.
“My name is Henry De Ath,

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poem by David Harris
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Can Not Stop

I can not...
And will not stop,
Or drop
My affair with love.

I can not stop,
To figure out 'why'
This affair came,
To start this love!

This feeling felt is healing.
It appeals to what I'm needing.
And I can not drop,
Or stop to figure out...
My affair to have this love!

I can not...
And will not stop,
Or drop
My affair with love.

I can not stop,
To figure out 'why'
This affair came,
To start this love!

This feeling felt is healing.
It appeals to what I'm needing.
And I can not drop,
Or stop to figure out...
My affair to have this love!

And I can not drop,
Or stop to figure out...
My affair to have this love!

This feeling felt is healing.
It appeals to what I'm needing.
And I can not drop,
Or stop to figure out...
My affair to have this love!

I will not stop,
To figure out 'why'
I should drop...
My affair with love!

I can not...
And will not stop,
Or drop

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Picture-Writing

In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,
The achievements of the warriors,
The adventures of the hunters,
All the wisdom of the Medas,
All the craft of the Wabenos,
All the marvellous dreams and visions
Of the Jossakeeds, the Prophets!
"Great men die and are forgotten,
Wise men speak; their words of wisdom
Perish in the ears that hear them,
Do not reach the generations
That, as yet unborn, are waiting
In the great, mysterious darkness
Of the speechless days that shall be!
"On the grave-posts of our fathers
Are no signs, no figures painted;
Who are in those graves we know not,
Only know they are our fathers.
Of what kith they are and kindred,
From what old, ancestral Totem,
Be it Eagle, Bear, or Beaver,
They descended, this we know not,
Only know they are our fathers.
"Face to face we speak together,
But we cannot speak when absent,
Cannot send our voices from us
To the friends that dwell afar off;
Cannot send a secret message,
But the bearer learns our secret,
May pervert it, may betray it,
May reveal it unto others."
Thus said Hiawatha, walking
In the solitary forest,
Pondering, musing in the forest,
On the welfare of his people.
From his pouch he took his colors,
Took his paints of different colors,
On the smooth bark of a birch-tree
Painted many shapes and figures,
Wonderful and mystic figures,
And each figure had a meaning,
Each some word or thought suggested.
Gitche Manito the Mighty,
He, the Master of Life, was painted
As an egg, with points projecting
To the four winds of the heavens.
Everywhere is the Great Spirit,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The Song Of Hiawatha XIV: Picture-Writing

In those days said Hiawatha,
'Lo! how all things fade and perish!
From the memory of the old men
Pass away the great traditions,
The achievements of the warriors,
The adventures of the hunters,
All the wisdom of the Medas,
All the craft of the Wabenos,
All the marvellous dreams and visions
Of the Jossakeeds, the Prophets!
'Great men die and are forgotten,
Wise men speak; their words of wisdom
Perish in the ears that hear them,
Do not reach the generations
That, as yet unborn, are waiting
In the great, mysterious darkness
Of the speechless days that shall be!
'On the grave-posts of our fathers
Are no signs, no figures painted;
Who are in those graves we know not,
Only know they are our fathers.
Of what kith they are and kindred,
From what old, ancestral Totem,
Be it Eagle, Bear, or Beaver,
They descended, this we know not,
Only know they are our fathers.
'Face to face we speak together,
But we cannot speak when absent,
Cannot send our voices from us
To the friends that dwell afar off;
Cannot send a secret message,
But the bearer learns our secret,
May pervert it, may betray it,
May reveal it unto others.'
Thus said Hiawatha, walking
In the solitary forest,
Pondering, musing in the forest,
On the welfare of his people.
From his pouch he took his colors,
Took his paints of different colors,
On the smooth bark of a birch-tree
Painted many shapes and figures,
Wonderful and mystic figures,
And each figure had a meaning,
Each some word or thought suggested.
Gitche Manito the Mighty,
He, the Master of Life, was painted
As an egg, with points projecting
To the four winds of the heavens.
Everywhere is the Great Spirit,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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In figure skating

In figure skating its the small triumphs that matter the most.
When you can't get back all the time lost.

I had a lot of fun landing an axel.
To me it was almost felt like landing a triple axel.
I know it was only a small triumph but to me it was wonderful.

I never was able to get many hours of practice.
I did my best on the ice.
All figure skaters work hard to have patience.
They may never know if they will recieve their biggest
or smallest triumph.
Even If I went back and landed a triple axel.
I would still look back fondly on my small triumph.
To be honest though the axel to me is my greatest triumph.

An axel was like setting myself free.
If your thinking that small triumphs are great.
I would love to agree.

In figure skating people are always coming and going.
Not many of them get to experience the power of jumping.
Some of them will never know.
An axel feels like a bird or plane flying.
A lot of them will never come back because of the fear of falling.
So anyones triumph could be not quiting.
The smallest triumphs should never be put down because this is
a figure skaters very beginning.

Every figure skaters story deserves to be told.
Even if they never won an olympic or any type of gold.
A figure skater must have joy or her sport will get old.
So please don't underestimate small triumphs in figure skating.

poem by Lyda Mery
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Clichés I Have Loved

‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.

He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.

She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.

‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.

And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..

I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.

John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Love In War

[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]

song performed by Outkast
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Show Me How To Live

In with the early dawn
Moving right along
I couldnt buy an eye of sleep
And in the aching night
Under satellite
I was not recieved
With the stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure is or is this a disease
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
In the afterbirth
On the quiet earth
Let this things remind me
You thought you made amend
You better think again
Before my row defines you
Hey hey I said
Near as I an figure
You gave me life now show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your final hours I will stand
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Ready to begin
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Hey hey I said
Near as I can figure
You gave me life now
Show me how to live
Show me how to live

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I Dont Think Im Every Gonna Figure It Out

I can wait
I can wait
I can sit wondering what in world you think about
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
After all the alchohol, the pretty words that devolve down
To slurs and drunken shouts
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
Its like some wild last frontier
You never know what kind of fights gonna appear
That once begun cant be won
Started out losing already and go all ten rounds
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
The tired hits that fall below
I cant connect, yeah yeah I know
I can wait
I can wait
I can sit wondering what in the world you think about
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out
I dont think Im ever gonna figure it out

song performed by Elliott Smith
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Figured You Out

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
I love the places that we go
I love the people that you know
I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
I like the way you like me best
I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress
I love the way you pass the check
I love the good times that you wreck
I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
I hate the places that we go
I hate the people that you know
I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

song performed by Nickelback
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Lightning Jack

The air was still, the eve was chill
And the Elders forecast rain,
They looked to the distant rolling hills
At the ominous cloud that came,
The doors and shutters of cottage folk
Were slammed and barred in the dark,
With the first of the lightning forking down
On its way to the village of Stark.

A figure stood at the crossroads there,
And stared at the cloud in dread,
His boots were muddied, his topcoat wet
And his hat just drooped on his head,
With thunder rumbling like a growl
At the back of the Devil's throat,
The figure dropped to his knees and howled,
In a long and a high pitched note.

The crossroad gibbet was made of oak,
Had carried a hundred moans,
Had hung its felons from each of its arms
'Til the flesh had peeled from their bones,
It stood like a force of nature, poised
To point three ways in the dark,
To the towns of Taye, of Ath and Brahe
And fourth, to the village of Stark.

The thunder had rolled relentlessly,
The rain, it was pelting down,
A villager saw the figure there
As he halted a while, and frowned,
The lightning forked from the darkening cloud
And it struck the figure in black,
As the oak exploded in one brief flash
By the figure of Lightning Jack.

The figure staggered and howled once more
Then he shook his fist at the sky,
He'd been lit by the bright blue thunderbolt
That had crisped his hat, bone dry,
But now he was mad as he raised his voice
And he screamed by the wreck of the tree:
'You can burst the gibbet and scorch the earth
But by God, you can't get me! '

He made his way to the village of Stark
Took a room at the village Inn,
But news had spread of his near escape
From the lightning bolt of sin,
The villagers took to crossing themselves

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poem by David Lewis Paget
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Overnight Celebrity

(feat. Kanye West)
[Intro: Twista]
Oh you didnt think we can do it again...?
Twista...
Kanye West...
From Po pimpin' to Poppin' tags...
From champions to Slow Jamz...
Oh baby...
We can even make you an overnight celebrity...
Know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus: Kanye West]
(Why don't we...)
Play somethin' these hoes'll like
Drive whips i know they like
Twista you told 'em right...
[Twista] I can make you a celebrity overnight...
Give you ice like Kobe wife...
We sort of like goldie right...
Tha way we mold 'em right...
[Twista] I can make you a celebrity overnight...
[Twista]
Girl I see you in them apple bottom jeans, chinchilla on yo back I wanna know yo name,
Girl don't twist it I can throw yo brain, put you in tha chameleon 04 range,
Still sexy when you smoke that flame, jerkin' like a chicken when you throw that thang,
She got me hotter than an oven tha way that she talk, twitchin' and freaky so I'm lovin' tha
way that she walk,
You lookin' good girl you oughta be in pictures... Listen to me I see yo career goin' sky
high,
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi and everytime I see your thighs I cry when i drive by,
Watch it you should bring a thrill, got tha fellas on some Johnny Gills steady screamin "My,
my, my, my,"
Walk on tha carpet wit tha diamonds that flick in tha dark, kickin' it on tha couch and 106

song performed by Twista
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Celebrate

Celebrate, celebrate
Dance to the music ...
Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
Girl in a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night
We're going to the celebrity ball
Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not
Gonna make it to the city
This is the night
We're going to the celebrity ball
Dress up tonight, why be lonely
You'll stay at home
And you'll be alone
So why be lonely
Celebrate, celebrate
Dance to the music ...
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the wall
Maybe tonight
Wherever your dream goes
Woman alive
We're going to the celebrity ball
Dress up tonight, why be lonely
You'll stay at home
And you'll be alone
So why be lonely
Celebrate, celebrate
Dance to the music ...

song performed by Uriah Heep
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