An unwanted helper gets droppings as payment.
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Unwanted
Unwanted again even as a freind.
No use for an old useless louse.
Unwanted and blamed for your breathtaking game,
of stress and demand which I've been slightly guilty at hand.
So Tired of all this remorse and unwanted guilt.
I can't take anymore why won't someone take my life to kill.
Unwanted and uneeded for years I have pleaded for something new.
Unwanted, unwated
where or when will I find a respondendt.
To just give me a chance for a bright glorious dance.
To let me know that I'm no longer a freak show.
To have and hold so victorious and bold.
Yet forever more I shall remain Unwanted.
poem by Michael McParland
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Unwanted Number
You should hear the things that they say about me
Theyre saying shes no better than she needed to be
They dont know that he was kind and strong and tender
And now Ill never be another unwanted number
Unwanted number
How can I tell them?
How can I express?
How it felt to step out of this life and into his embrace
How can I tell them?
How can I explain?
All the love that I never had I found in him
There may be a stain on the family name
And if my father was here I think I know who hed blame
Mama says that he just doesnt care to remember
And all he thinks of me is another unwanted number
Unwanted number
(how can I tell her?
How can I express?
How it felt when he came to my room
And helped me to undress
What can she tell me?
How can I believe
That she really didnt hear me cry
When he wouldnt leave? )
Theres a local game where they whisper my shame
They say he gave her his child
He wouldnt give her his name
They will torture me from january till september
And soon theres going to be another unwanted number
Unwanted number
Unwanted number
And I will give my love to another unwanted number
Unwanted number
Unwanted number
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mr. Big Toe Goes To The Window
Mr. Big Toe, Mr. Big Toe wouldn’t you know,
drives up to the take out window.
He orders a burger with Hamburger Help hand by his side,
they were driving around town having a fun time.
Then Mr. Big Toe gets really stuffed,
now he is in a big grumpy gruff.
He tells Mrs. Hamburger Helper to get out of his truck.
Mrs.Hamburger Helper say’s _______ off!
They realize they were not meant to be,
Hamburger Helper hand doesn’t smell that pretty.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Pigeons
Pigeons land on statues
as though they do not care
about the figure they've landed on.
They only know that where they are
is better than on the ground.
For the sight they see is grander
as they look around.
Statues with the droppings
also do not care.
They stand in silent memory,
usually in a square.
They do not see the droppings.
They're unaffected by the stare
of people unaware
of anything but the pigeoins
that have landed there.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Innocent Help
Innocent helper, mock me not,
For your force is finer and bought.
Just pray on the other side
Why results happen and commence.
Their future is slim in action
Who force by the pen an act.
Let frying of food be never it,
Rather, cooking another way shall taste
Like the help of an innocent helper,
Marching towards us soon.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Prayer Prompt Psalm 115. I Put My Thoughts On You
Your presence, O God, gives me confidence
“You are my helper. You are my shield.”
When I am fearful, I put my thoughts on You, alone.
God is alive!
God is our helper!
God is our shield!
We love you, our Lord and our God!
I love you, my Lord and my God!
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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Morality becomes hypocrisy if it means accepting mothers' suffering or dying in connection with unwanted pregnancies and illegal abortions and unwanted children.
quote by Gro Harlem Brundtland
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Karma spayment
Uh-oh down low
I am not who I want to be
I probably will not ever be
I drove my car june 14th
I drove it right down the street
I had not had any sleep
So I ate minithins to stay awake
You crashed your car right into me
There was two days I didnt sleep
Uh-oh downlow
I am not who I want to be
I probably will not ever be
I took a trip down to california
Karma payment plan
My car broke down out in the street
The radiator sprung a leak
I met this guy he said he could help me
Im on the karma payment plan
We went to his house and did some speed
He said karma would pay for this deed
He got it fixed and he started to scare me
I ditched him eventually
And came back for the car
The next morning
Im on the karma payment plan
I went to la the next day I got
Jacked in a real bad way
I cant tell you
Its a long story
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somebody's Got To Make A Payment Back
Advances given,
Aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back,
If this is part of a contract.
Advances given,
Aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back,
If this is part of a contract.
Selling one's soul to obtain an image.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Selling one's soul to be adored.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Selling pieces of a heart will eliminate its beating.
With a defeating of a tortured soul.
And once that's sold the mind goes.
Advances given aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Advances given aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Selling one's soul to be adored.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Selling pieces of a heart will eliminate its beating.
With a defeating of a tortured soul.
And once that's sold the mind goes.
Advances given aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Advances given aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back.
Advances given,
Aren't given to forgive.
Somebody's got to make a payment back,
If this is part of a contract.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Helper Cannot Help
THE HELPER CANNOT HELP
The helper cannot help-
The caregiver is not wanted-
I sit and wait
For the person I am to help
To speak to me again
And again agree to go to walk-
Life is difficult
This man once had a mind
As good as yours or mine
And now he can only speak gibberish.
Ashamed of and afraid for himself
His honor lost to others doing things for him
He rebels
And his once kind nature
Becomes stubbornness and anger-
Oh Mercy on him
And Mercy on us all
Poor human beings
Who so often are suddenly afflicted
With impossible pains and frustrations
We cannot deal with
Or ever be healed from again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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One More Payment
Aint that the way the luck goes
Seems like it never can be found
Break my back to make those bank notes
Payin on an almost always broken down
Fix that car nine ways to sunday
And it wont start again when monday rolls around
Aint that the way the rent goes
Seems like its never goin down
And that bankers bound to foreclose
At this rate, Ill lose my interest in this town
Paint the walls mend the windows
bout the time the roof comes crumblin to the ground
Ive been footin the bill for some time
Stretchin my credit out of line
Well I may not get ahead but now I wont be far behind
Ive got one more payment and its mine
Were gonna swing it
Aint that the way the heart goes
Seems they just attack without a sign
My minds been on vacation
And my bodys been workin overtime
But Ive done all that I can do
Theres just one more balance due before its mine
Ive been footin the bill for some time
Step by step and line by dotted line
Well I havent bought the farm yet
But Im not that far behind
Ive got one more payment and its mine
One more payment and its mine
One more payment and its mine
One more
One more
One more
song performed by by Clint Black
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Unwanted Guests
A mansion is built.
And unwanted guests,
Are reported to reside inside.
And there are those who claim,
This was not known.
Even though the unwanted guests,
Entertained, prepared the meals...
As well as took suggestions as to what to serve,
For choices of dessert.
And...
Tucked them all in bed at night!
To then leave,
On their own...
To wander freely around the mansion!
And yet,
It has been declared...
The guests who wandered freely around the mansion,
Were unwanted.
AND...
No one will admit,
They knew a mansion existed.
Nor have a clue who built it,
Or 'how' it got there.
I live on a fixed income.
And my every move is watched.
Even my approach to await a coming bus,
At a public bustop...
Is monitored as suspicious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Begged God for My Life
I cursed the birds
Their droppings soiled my clothes
I cursed the animals
Their droppings soiled my feet
While walking on the beach
I cursed the insects
For eating flowers in my garden
I took a gun
Killed the birds and the animals
Sprayed deadly poison
On the the insects
I was feeling happy
As if I had conquered the world
I heard god’s voice
What should I do with you my son?
You soiled my world
By killing my
Birds, insects and animals
For your greed and lust
I begged god for my life
Promised him to
Treat man, animals alike
Preserve his world
With all my might
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Puns are the droppings of soaring wits.
quote by Victor Hugo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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morning fog...
warm dew drops on my face –
bird droppings
haiku by Chandrashekar A Posy Poet
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I got you, O! worshiper of the helper, to help me but you are in need of help.
A willing helper does not wait until he is asked.
Free At Last.
Free at last from the yolk of dept
Unlike the gambler who chooses to make another bet
In future before you sign, think, not so fast
Times gone you'd save, but that's in the past
Those offers that are too good to be true
Before long they've snared you
When your financial advisor makes it easy to get your cash
He'll slink away with glee as he increases his stash
No one held a gun to your head
You simply wanted some quick bread
Free at last, no more watching for each statement
No more counting each payment
After all these years of constant drip
With no chance of a payment to miss
The end is in sight and also your pain
So, in future, think and think again.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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