Pop changes week to week, month to month. But great music is like literature.
quote by Ravi Shankar
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A week, a month, a year
How long is this waiting?
A week, a month, a year
I can’t count the days anymore
How long is this yearning?
A week, a month, a year
I barely feel the difference
How long is this goodbye?
A week, a month, a year
Is the end is forever?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I want to kiss you:
I want to kiss your sweet lips,
To feel them against mine,
They look so deliciously sweet,
So delectable
Your delectable,
I everyway,
Body and in mind.
I want to kiss you,
I want to kiss you sweet and slow,
I want to kiss you deep and rough,
I want to kiss you.
Because I need to,
Because I want to kiss you,
Because I need to kiss you,
Every day,
All day,
Every day of the week,
Every week of the month,
Every month in the year.
I want to kiss you,
For the hell of it,
I want to kiss you for the joy of it,
For my need for you,
Your kiss,
It's inexplicitly great!
I want to kiss you,
I want to kiss you,
I want to kiss you,
Anytime,
Anywhere,
I want you anywhere you want me,
Anywhere you can have me,
I love you,
And I want to kiss you!
poem by Sherry Painter
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Time
Time
~
A week, a month and a day
time passes inconsistent
and still remains unchanging
just the reflection it leaves
divides thought and opinion
it waits for no man
nor like the tide can be tamed
time is fleeting yet lasting
the eternal contradiction
of philosophy and faith
time is age and youth
life and death irrespective
it passes only as we see it
a week, a month and a day
time continues onwards
poem by Matthew Holloway
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Let this be understood, then, at starting; that the patient conquest of difficulties which rise in the regular and legitimate channels of business and enterprise is not only essential in securing the success which you seek but it is essential to that preparation of your mind, requisite for the enjoyment of your successes, and for retaining them when gained. So, day by day, and week by week; so month after month, and year after year, work on, and in that progress gain in strength and symmetry, and nerve and knowledge, that when success, patiently and bravely worked for, shall come, it may find you prepared to receive it and keep it.
quote by Josiah Gilbert Holland
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The way I feel about you
The way I feel about you
Today
Tomorrow
Next week next month
Next year,
I will always love you
I will change, you will change
My love for you will reamain the same
You lifted me up
When I couldn't reach
You gave me strength
When I was weak
You were my light
When it was dark
Now all I want to do is be happy and love you
Tomorrow's here and I still feel the same about you
Next week will come
Next month will come
Even next year will come
I shall feel the same way about you
I will always feel that way about you
poem by Makayla Straight
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The way i feel
Today Tomarrow next week next month next year, I will always love you. I will change, you will change but my love for you will never change. You lifted me up when i couldn't reach. you gave me strength when i was weak. You were my light when it was dark. Now all I want to do is be happy and love you. Tomarrow is here and I still feel the same about you. Next week will come jsut like next month and next year will come and I shall feel the same way. I always feel that way about you.
poem by Makayla Straight
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Julia
Danger
I've been told to expect it
I begin my descent
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I haven't known yet
'Cause a week is a month
and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am I at that moment?
I haven't decided
And stretching out into the sea... Aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but I really don't want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
And what's the return on the faith I've provided?
I think that I know now but I haven't decided
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Julius
Danger
Ive been told to expect it
I begin my descent
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those I confide in?
I think that I know what I havent known yet
cause a week is a month
And an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am I at that moment?
I havent decided
And stretching out into the sea... aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but I really dont want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
And whats the return on the faith Ive provided?
I think that I know now but I havent decided
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I was taught to think the next week or month or year will only get better than it is today. So I just keep waiting to see hoe great it will get!
quote by Stevie Ray Vaughan
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July....
July is the month where the families get the barbeque grills fired up.
July is the month where the night sky is light up with fire works.
July is the month where many families go out of town to be with family.
July is the month where many kids are dreary because it’s a month away for school.
July is the month where America gets to celebrate its independence from England.
July is the month where many people are dying of the heat of the summer.
July is my favorite month because it’s the time that I get to be myself around my family.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVIII
THE SAME CONTINUED
Again Love left you. With appealing eyes
You watched him go, and lips apart to speak.
He left you, and once more the sun did rise
And the sun set, and week trod close on week
And month on month, till you had reached the goal
Of forty years, and life's full waters grew
To bitterness and flooded all your soul,
Making you loathe old things and pine for new.
And you into the wilderness had fled,
And in your desolation loud did cry,
``Oh for a hand to turn these stones to bread!''
Then in your ear Love whispered scornfully,
``Thou too, poor fool, thou, even thou,'' he said,
``Shalt taste thy little honey ere thou die.''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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One month Anniversary (1)
In months time
Time flew by
So fast, so quick
So many memories already
From first kiss in the Drive way
To First date at TGI's
To my first photo booth pictures
To Caving at Devils den
To already having many developed pictures
To being with a great person for one months time
Memories fly, but time is cherished
Having these memories with you means everything
Knowing you're there to tell me Morning
Knowing you're there to tell me Night
Everything we do makes me smile
And makes me realize everythings worthwhile
So here's to a month
A month so great
A month with no debate
A month with no regrets
I'm hope you've enjoyed it as much as i have
I hope for another month and more
Happy One month anniversary
poem by Tanner Gallman
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August Sunrise
The sequence of months
reoccur without exception
Never failing to reiterate...
Recreating life's dimensions
The phases of the moon
punctuate each day and week
as eventful chapters fade away...
August is here as I speak
The eighth month of the year
is especially significant to me
It is the month that loved ones
departed… leaving only a memory
Grandmother, mom, and spouse...
all relinquished all earthly ties
during this month of bountiful giving
Reminding me of their goodbyes
Their caring love is felt with the
greatest intensity at this moment...
when an August sunrise wakens
my heart… their spirits are present
8/10/2010
poem by Theresa Ann Moore
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0231 That Day
It's the day that everybody in the world remembers
because they can 't forget it:
The eighth day of the week;
the thirty-second day of the month;
the thirteenth month of the year;
The day that's not on the calendar,
Yet never off it in your mind;
The loneliest day of your life
which everyone shares;
The most unreal day
Yet most real;
The longest day
which hasn't ended yet;
The day whose hurt you want to forget
Yet want to remember in every detail
So that it can hurt more;
Yes, how can I forget -
it's the day you went away.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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A May Burden
Though meadow-ways as I did tread,
The corn grew in great lustihead,
And hey! the beeches burgeoned.
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
It is the month, the jolly month,
It is the jolly month of May.
God ripe the wines and corn, I say,
And wenches for the marriage-day,
And boys to teach love's comely play.
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
It is the month, the jolly month,
It is the jolly month of May.
As I went down by lane and lea,
The daisies reddened so, pardie!
'Blushets!' I said, 'I well do see,
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
The thing ye think of in this month,
Heigho! this jolly month of May.'
As down I went by rye and oats,
The blossoms smelt of kisses; throats
Of birds turned kisses into notes;
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
The kiss it is a growing flower,
I trow, this jolly month of May.
God send a mouth to every kiss,
Seeing the blossom of this bliss
By gathering doth grow, certes!
By Goddes fay, by Goddes fay!
Thy brow-garland pushed all aslant
Tells - but I tell not, wanton May!
poem by Francis Thompson
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But on the other hand, I talked to a woman who was a working woman, and it was actually great for her, because she had her husband one week of the month and the other three weeks, while he was with his other wives, she got to pursue what she wanted to do.
quote by Jeanne Tripplehorn
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I can only have dinner with my girlfriends once a month instead of once a week.
quote by Andrea Jung
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