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There is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience.
Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms
Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pillow
I try to get comfortable in my bed
But there's always something wrong
with the pillow ‘neath my head.
It's either too warm or sometimes too cold.
I turn it, pummel it
Then toss it aside instead.
But then I miss it and can't decide
Shall I grab it again
Or count to ten?
How can I sleep with no support?
My neck gets stiff. My eyes won't close
And all because of the pillow I chose.
Maybe I need a silk pillowcase,
one that's fringed with fancy lace.
Or maybe it's not the pillow to blame.
Maybe it's my head that's not the same.
It's filled with words and melodies
That makes my pillow hard to please.
I'll try to get comfortable again tonight.
It's my head on that pillow
or a pillow fight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Nice Sleep
At your
Sleeping time...
Don't use...
Very high pillow...
Use very low
And soft pillow...
It is comfort for...
Nice sleep...
With out nick ache...
And good blood cerculatin
For your brain...
Sumall pillow help...!
Giddness
And B.P.
For your self
Without use pillow...s
Is good...
For not only your sleep
At your's help health also....
Ok...
Take nice sleep...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bad Judgement
I'm between a rock and a hard place.
I don't even know what soft means.
I'm caught up in so much trouble
from some cockamamie scheme.
Everything looked so easy
and it would only be just once.
All I had to do is look the other way
and others would pull the stunts.
But things never work out the way you think
and there's a price to pay.
When you play with fire you get burned
for bad things come your way.
So here I sit in a pin stripe suit
with the dregs of society.
Can't smell clean air. Can't see the sun.
What's to become of me?
Inside these walls they read the Bible
and work out with heavy weights.
But I'm not like the rest of them.
I'll serve my time and wait.
I'm between a rock and a hard place
and I now know what soft means.
It's all about being free and easy
and keeping your conscience clean.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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At The End Of My Day
at the end
work is left on the table
it is alone there
with no one to speak to
tonight
as we exit this door of work
and enter the
world of imagination
about dinner with
wife and
(kids if you have any)
outdoor
the stars shine beside
the moon
and then you rest your
head
on the the clean
conscience as
pillow
perhaps tonight
listening on
the theme
song
of Forrest Gump
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On
Send me the pillow that you dream on
Dont you know that I still care for you
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Each night while Im sleeping oh so lonely
I pray that time will let our dreams come true
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
Each night when I sleep I dream about you
And wish that I was dreamin next to you
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling I can dream on it too
Send me the pillow you dream on
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
Send me, send me, send me the pillow that you dream on
Send me the pillow, send me the pillow
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So Soft
Held in your arms in the back seat,
Cruising down the main street,
How can anyone have such little defense?
You're soft.
In between the sheets, left in limbo,
Covered me like the pillow
I can hardly tell the difference.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
Love would melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
Walking down the street, brushing arms,
You're moonlight dancing.
I try hard to keep my feelings in.
You're soft.
Dancing to the music, so low.
I knead you like dough.
How can anyone be so loving
And soft,
So soft?
To be, to be with you
I'd leave everything.
But I don't know how to deal with you.
I swear you'd fall like a feather if I was cruel.
You melt me like hot butter.
You're soft,
So soft.
To be, to be with you
I'd do anything.
song performed by by Kate Bush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Minstrel’s Grave
Oh let it be where the waters are meeting,
In one crystal sheet, like the summer's sky bright!
Oh let it be where the sun, when retreating,
May throw the last glance of his vanishing light,
Lay me there! lay me there! and upon my lone pillow,
Let the emerald moss in soft starry wreaths swell;
Be my dirge the faint sob of the murmuring billow,
And the burthen it sings to me, nought but 'farewell!'
Oh let it be where soft slumber enticing,
The cypress and myrtle have mingled their shade;
Oh let it be where the moon at her rising,
May throw the first night-glance that silvers the glade.
Lay me there! lay me there! and upon the green willow
Hang the harp that has cheered the lone minstrel so well,
That the soft breath of heaven, as it sighs o'er my pillow,
From its strings, now forsaken, may sound one farewell.
poem by Frances Anne Kemble
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Hard Head
(j watson)
If you play with fire
Then youre gonna get burned
When you were a baby
It was the first thing you learned
Said youre always wantin
Something you aint got now
When the weather gets cold
Then you want it hot now
Said a hard head
Makes a soft spot now
Yes it does baby, whoo, yeah yeah
If you violate speed laws
You do it at your own risk now
The first thing in the morning
Youre on the missing list now
If youre gonna drink now
Then you better not drive
Or else one of them sports cars
Might tan your hide
I said a hard head
Makes a soft spot now
Yeah yeah yeah
I said a hard head
Makes a soft spot now
Makes a soft spot now
Makes a soft spot now
song performed by by Robert Palmer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Letter To Hermoine
Do do do dah
Do do do dah dah da da da
Do do do dah dah
The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean
So rest your head and read a treasured dream
I care for no one else but you
I tear my soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?
Im not quite sure what were supposed to do
So Ive been writing just for you
They say your life is going very well
They say you sparkle like a different girl
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired
You cry a little in the dark
Well so do i
Im not quite sure what youre supposed to say
But I can see its not okay
He makes you laugh
He brings you out in style
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine
And when hes strong
Hes strong for you
And when you kiss
Its something new
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
Im not quite sure what Im supposed to do
So Ill just write some love to you
Du du duuu, du-du-du do-do-do do do doaoaoaaaa
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Don't Cheat On Him Because
He washes dishes
he feeds the kids
he gives you a bath
eyes closed
he cooks, he pours you wine
he makes sure you keep all of your
appointments on time
he is the banker
he walks the dog
he eats your fish
he walked into your eyes wide open
he makes sure you are clean clean clean
that you always fit into your jeans
he takes the children to the dentist
and the doctors while shopping
He never misses a pebble you drop
you would kill for someone like him
sane enough to admit it to crazy to deny it
you co-opted him his price was the cheapest in town.
poem by Is It Poetry
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You come before me this morning with clean hands and clean collars. I want you to have clean tongues, clean manners, clean morals and clean characters.
quote by John Burns
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Wonder Why She Wrote A Poem Like That
she starts about her conversation
with the doctor
inside the operating room
concerning her
first abortion
(how could she when she says
she was still on an anesthesia
feeling no pain at all
and she says)
'doctor, clean my womb
and remove every dirt
clean the little flesh
that may in the future rot,
and pull out everything
there that dirts
my conscience'
how could she?
how could she ever say those words?
when she had long been
dead?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
poem by Azriel Dreams
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