Not For The Season
Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees again
Snipers are harder to see my friends
Weeding out the weekends
Summer comes and gravity undoes you
You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine bends
Hiding from your close friends
Weeding out the weekends
Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything
Love left over from lovers leaving
Books, they all know they're not worth reading
It's not for the season
When autumn comes you sit in your chair and you stare
At the TV square
Hiding in the deep end
Weeding out the weekends
Winter comes and the days all start late
There's motion on the boughs where the dark shapes prowl
Feeling out the feelings
Feeling out the feeling
Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything
Love left over from lovers leaving
Books, they all know they're not worth reading
They're not worth reading
song performed by by Wilco
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Friends As Lovers, Lovers As Friends
new york wasn't mine
was it me, or just my kind
spinning softly, talking cheap
theres no place left to be
but a road that just goes on
to everyone leaving town
friends as lovers
lovers as friends
shall we dance into the night
as the jukebox moans and pours out time
friends and lovers
lovers and friends
theres no place left to be
than wrapped around your eyes
and every passing town
or stay as lovers
or stay as friends
theres no prayers
for dashboard light
flagging goals
you're missing sides
'cause they say you are the one
and theres no place left to be
than where you stand right now
i know these leaving town
us as lovers
lovers as friends
to your face
to speak alone
to your back
among the proud
we're friends with lovers
lovers with friends
and theres no place left to be
that can keep me away from you
on every passing train
i see lovers
i see friends
darling boy
youre on my mind, she says
i feel your skin
as if its mine
this pain it sweet
too sweet to touch
and theres no place left to be
in the shadow of your lives
in everyone leaving town
friends as lovers
lovers as friends
and theres no place left to be
than where you are right now
beside us leaving town
i'm your lover
i'm your friend
song performed by by Zwan
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Pickin Up The Pieces Again
I knew you were leaving,
The way you said goodbye.
Along with a feeling, somehow I will survive.
You dont need a reason,
When everythings changed.
Im lost in the shadows of a dream that we once made.
(CHORUS)
And how do I know its not too late to try?
And how do you feel, how do I know?
When all thats left in the end,
Were pickin up the pieces again.
Now loving without you aint easy to do,
Coz places remind me Im still in love with you.
Now Ive been thinking baby, maybe you can come my way.
But I know tomorrow, therell be nothing left to say.
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Lonely, burning inside,
Cant you see Im hiding the pain.
Tell me baby, where did we go wrong?
Tell me we can try again.
(CHORUS)
But how do I know its not too late to try?
And how do you feel, how will I know?
When all thats left in the end,
Two lovers parting as friends,
Were pickin up the pieces again.
song performed by by Open Skyz
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Last Days of Summer
Whatever the way the summer days end,
In the type of summer is how it has been,
Whether a good one or bad one,
The last days of summer,
Can be sad or happy endings,
As each season ends,
With another one beginning,
The summer could have been,
Miserable yet,
Sun scorching us everyday,
And sunlight shining on all our faces,
It is how it is,
Out there where all is seen,
In,
Summer days of fun,
Summer days of love,
Summer days of seeing,
Summer days of been,
Out and about where summer is,
And when summer came and went?
With a mundane feeling that it left?
Was the last days of summer,
And the begining of another,
Autumn as we know it,
Fall in other places,
Where the ending of one season shows,
By the decaying of it,
When Autumn Fall shows,
Where we will wrap up and snuggle,
With warm cuppas drinks,
With a book,
Or,
Catch up on watching films,
Yet,
Still,
Musing over the summer days,
Of sunshine memories,
Now,
Warm hats and gloves,
With rustle leaves,
That rustle beneath,
Our feet as we walk,
Through the park,
And see,
The summer leaves turn,
To autumn shades,
Taking in,
The last days of summer,
Reflecting,
And remember,
The falls of Autumn's,
Is the signs of summer,
That has ended,
And minglings with,
All that falls,
From the summer ending,
To autumn beginnings,
Is the,
Decaying,
Of summer,
To regrow itself,
For next season's of summer,
When it begins again,
Yet,
In between,
There's,
Autumn,
Winter,
Spring,
Till,
Again,
Last days of summer,
And all in bloom again.
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Candy's Boy
In Candy's room their are pictures of her saviour on the wall
But to get to Candy's room, you got to walk the darkness of Candy's hall
Strangers from the city call my baby's number, and they bring Candy toys
But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty, she knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's boy
Well in the olden days when the Mongolian gangs rode herd out on route nine
We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south, way down through the pines
Weekends in the sun in that cheap motel down by the Dynamo
We loved each other till their was nothing left, and drove that old car as hard and fast as she would go
Well I got a cold winter wind blowin' behind me and you
But Candy's got a man who takes care of her better than I do (alright)
Well their's machine and fire, waitin' for us on the edge of town
And their's some boys for hire, and their waitin' to blow me and Candy down
That's all right cause they can't touch us now baby you'll see(cause you know I)
But I know her name, and I will forever be Candy's boy..hmm hmm hmmhmm hmm hmm ever, forever be Candy's boy(alright)
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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On Books
Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
poem by John Celes
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El Sol
Empty-armed
And half a soul to go
And all I wanted
Was you here next to me
A little sunshine and sympathy
Now everybody knows
That Ive been hanging down so low
cause now Im feeling up
Soon Ill be feeling out so cold
Wondering, will you call
And now Im feeling high
Soon Ill be feeling left for dead
Sometimes someone saying yes
Changes what youll bet
And all I wanted
Was just to hold you close
A little sunshine
Just to butter my toast
And your love next to mine
I had to let you know
That we were meant to be just right
Heaven sent, not sympathized
By everybodys lie
And now Im feeling high
Now Im feeling left so dead
Kicking up the dust in bed
Wondering, I guess
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
And some tea
And your love
Your love
Your love next to mine
I had to let you know
I had to let you go so i
Could see my lie fade from your eyes
And to my surprise
Thats what I wanted
Its all I wanted
Its what I wanted
Me and you
Sunshine
Sunshine
Sunshine
And some tea
Thats all I wanted
Its all I wanted
Thats all I wanted
Its all I wanted
song performed by by Zwan
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An Effectiveness That Has Manifested
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
What is becoming more understood?
Those wishing to turn back time,
If they could.
To ensure all interests were invested,
In humanity and goodwill.
Instead of creating a hated that kills,
With an effectiveness that has manifested...
No caring to share knowledge and skills.
And...
Done with less praying under steeples...
With a hidden reason to treason the people.
What is not liked?
A clear weeding of deceit.
What is not appreciated?
An exposure of greed,
Disclosed for all to see.
And a decadence that has gone on...
In sacred places,
Basking in hypocrisies!
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
With hollow beliefs.
Leaving no solid foundations...
For those who follow,
Feeling an emptiness they grieve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Autumn Feeling
Feeling of love is everywhere
As the times go on by
I'll remember it here and there
Like sun glow in the sky
Days gone were lonely some
Everything is again calling
Emotions like summer blossom
Day to the autumn falling
Feeling of a dream in heart
Love like tones of deep
Everything goes night will start
Nothing is ours to keep
Garden flowers falling leaves
Songs of summer leaving
Moments in their lonely grieves
Hours in shadows deceiving
Feeling inside of loneliness
As autumn says goodbye
Moments of green and caress
Falling leaves on their fly
Everything had its summer dream
Now it time is done
Yesterdays in the autumn stream
Hours of remembrance on
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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My Summer Days <3
Summer breeze blowing the grass around,
whirling my hair in every direction.
Summer sun kissing my face,
Leaving me red, and all sunburned.
Summer warmth hugs me,
Every time I walk out the door.
Summer rain dances with me
Who could ask for anything more?
Summer brings swimming,
And long walks on the beach and in the park.
Summer days leave and bring starry nights
So we can stare into them after dark.
Summer gives me lazy days
To hang out with my friends.
Summer nights bring the crickets,
To sing with when the day ends.
Summer brings yummy sweet tea,
And reading books under the sun,
Summer comes with lots of things,
But most of all, it brings fun for all!
poem by Ashley Meyers
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Rain
Thoughts of rain at sunset
Clouds of rainbow blue
Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes
Where the seabirds flew
This was our season, and we said it couldnt end
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of leaves in autumn
Falling from the trees
Thoughts of hoaring tree tops
Leading to the sea
This was our season, no lies and no pretend
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of springtime rainfall
Touching flowers that bend
Thoughts of wind in willows
Days that never end
This was our season, but sorrow waited round the bend
For my love left with the rain.
Rains the way you move now
Sun the way you seem
Leaves the way you wonder
Flowers the way you dream
This was our season, and we said it couldnt end
But my love left with the rain
song performed by by Nick Drake
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You Can Get Over This and Them
A phoniness expressed,
By those you consider friends...
Goes unaddressed.
Especially when you observe them,
Around their acquaintances...
They make attempts to impress.
With a forced unnaturalness.
However,
Should leave you to wonder...
'Are these the kind of friends,
I have selected as the best ones yet?
Am I that desperate,
To be treated unwanted.
When they are around them like that...
As if they are better than me?
And they are received as 'thee' preferred guests? '
Have you noticed how 'your friends'
Elect to use you for laughs?
In moments when disrespect is shown.
And you are left alone...
Feeling like a stranger or a 'condoned' pest!
And 'if' you do get upset showing attitude...
Do 'your friends' and their 'Graded A' guests,
Isolate you with your presence to forget?
Leaving you feeling regret.
As you remove yourself to quickly exit...
With a temptation to stop your steps,
To let them all have it!
With some of the best cuss words they wont forget? !
Don't!
They are not worth that.
Bite your tongue in front of everyone.
And be cordial with respect.
And feeling extremely blessed.
Excuse yourself and leave.
I would.
And pat yourself on the back.
Like you should.
These creeps are not your friends.
They are two faced snakes.
Know it in your heart...
Folks like that can be replaced.
You will recover and discover...
You can get over 'this' and them
Without showing the slightest hint of being offended.
It's hard!
I broke a knuckle on my fist...
Hitting a wall.
For doing something similar like this!
Although in pain...
I was glad I didn't swing at anyone at all.
Except for that wall after I left.
And you too...
Like I did,
Can and will survive to become appreciated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Easter Eggs Get Their Colors
At Halloween we had more treats
Than we had trick-or-treaters
and at least one of us
living in this house
is not much of a candy eater
We had some red and green
M&Ms left over after
this Christmas season
There is some ribbon candy
left here as well for that
very same reason
Those Valentine hearts
I wrote about
Pink, Yellow, Orange
and other assorted pastel
Will likely get leftover
past their prime as well
Though Spring is not
quite yet here
In the mornings we
Have noticed
A Bunny lurking near
He seems rather hungry
seeking yummies for his tummy
and though you may think it funny
we have decided leftover candy
when ground up might be dandy
to feed to that very hungry bunny
That way he will have
exactly what he needs to make
each colored Easter egg.
Do you think for a minute
I am the kind of person
who would pull your leg?
poem by Mary Havran
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Tired Of Feeling This Way
The intruder
In the background
On the edge
The fringe of the group
A disposable pawn
No would care if you lost
The 5th wheel
The one left without a partner
If I left no one would care
If I was gone no one would worry
Fading to the back
Thrown away
Once useless
Always the one forgotten
Drifting from person to person
Not finding the perfect fit
Unimportant
With no one
I'm tired of feeling this way
Feeling utterly lost
Not a single person to talk to
Or share anything with
And you're the one
Who makes me feel this way
When your'er gone I'm happy
Because you take up too much attention
And I never get anything from
OUR friends
I love you but
I'm tired of feeling this way
poem by Autumn Winds
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I Think You Are Right
when you said that it is harder
to hide something which is not there
i tried to think upon such a paradox
of hiding nothing
you are right
when there is nothing to hide
that becomes a heavy burden
when you open my mind
and find out that there is nothing in there
worth loving
worth reading
the burden becomes unbearable
all your castles of expectations fall
like the tower of sand
on the shore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Time
Where have those days gone
When we adored the beauty of the dusk and dawn
Those good old school days
The hang-outs with our friends on weekdays
Weekends used to be absolute fun
Cinemas, window shopping, eatery joints we had all done
As we start growing up
Don't know why these things starts leaving us
We drown ourselves in a pool of responsibilities
Find no time for all such activities
We find ourselves so stressed
Wonder what happened to all the zeal and zest
Time flees like anything
And then for fun and peace we go hunting
Why not revive ourselves before it is too late
Before we become old and bend ourselves to our fate!
As the saying goes -
When you are young - You have Time and Energy - But no Money
When you are an Adult - You have Money and Energy - But no Time
When you are Old - You have Time and Money - But no Energy
So lets enjoy the second stage of our life to the fullest by utilising the time we have in hand so that there are no regrets later.
Happy Reading my pals! God bless you all.
poem by Kavita Iyer
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Xliv
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here 's ivy !--take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,
And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XLIV
Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here 's ivy !--take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,
And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XLIV: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me
Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those bed and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!--take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Lonely Weekends
Well i make it alright
From monday morning 'til the friday night
But oh those lonely weekends
Well since you left me
Honey i've been as lonely as a man can be
But oh those lonely weekends
Well you said you'd be good to me
You said our love would never die
You said you'd be good to me
Whoa but darlin' you wouldn't even try
Well i make it alright
From monday morning 'til the friday night
But oh those lonely weekends
You said you'd be good to me
You said our love would never die
You said you'd be good to me
Whoa but darlin' you wouldn't even try
Well i make it alright
From monday morning 'til the friday night
But oh those lonely weekends
But oh those lonely weekends
I said oh those lonely weekends
I said oh those lonely weekends
I said oh those lonely weekends
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Does it matter any more....?
I was worth a bottle crown the moment you left me
I was worthless and useless with a feeling of hopelessness
It is just now that Im worth a presidetial palace
I guess you wonder how I got myself to the top
I walked....... and when I got tired I ran
And when I failed to run.... I flew
The pain you left in my heart fueled up my strength
The more I thought of you the more I was never tired
and the more more i flew to the top
You come to me today and ask me if I still love you
Oh yes.... You are forever in my heart
But agony is that you are forever out of my life
I treated you as if were my own life
But you threw me out of your life
and left me in a stormy rain
where were you when I needed you so close
when I needed you arms around me
And if it never mattered to you who I was;
How then does it matter what i have become.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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