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Pain was something we were expected to endure. But I doubt very much if you would be entirely happy today if a doctor threw a towel in your face and jumped on you with a knife.
quote by Roald Dahl
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Love Me Back To Life
This world don't give you nothing it can't take away
Everybody holding on to something
Nobody wants to fade away
No forgiveness on the streets of this town
I left my patience at a traffic light
There's no denying that I almost lost it
Threw in the towel
song performed by by Bon Jovi from Bounce
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That's It! ... ' (or All, She Wrote...)
The Wolf Forgot To Howl
Flightless, Was The Fowl
The Dog Didn’t Growl
And The Pig, Kept His Bowels
And No Mooing From The Cows
No Cougar, On The Prowl
No Horse Moved In Corals
And No Train, Rode The Rails
Nor Sound From A Hoot Owl
And No Sound, of A Child’s Vowels
Even, Woman, Was Too Scared To Scowl …
… When Man … Threw In The Towel …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Art
Ordinary items, extraordinary art,
Wooden pegs in a bowl I see, but what,
is that blue, red and yellow part?
A bar of soap, it does look somewhat.......
My hubby guessed a blue towel,
Or a shirt that is red,
Perhaps it was a dish towel,
Or something made of thread
I guess I have to wait once he has read
My query in this poem before he goes to bed.
What you see is what you get,
This is exactly what he said.
'Tell your Hubby, he and I see the same way.
That is exactly what it pretends to be! '
Now I see......
Are You Still Mad?
are you still mad I kicked you out of bed?
are you still mad I gave you ultimatums?
are you still mad I compared you to all
my forty year old male friends?
are you still mad I shared our problems
with everybody?
are you still mad I had an emotional affair?
are you still mad I tried to mold you into
who I wanted you to be?
are you still mad I didn't trust your intentions?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad that I flirted wildly?
are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you?
are you still mad that I had one foot out of the door?
are you still mad that we slept together even after
we had ended it?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad I wore the pants most of the time?
are you still mad that I seemed to focus
only on your potential?
are you still mad that I threw in the towel?
are you still mad that I gave up long before you did?
of course you are
of course you are
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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Anne and the Boys's Bath Night
It was the boys' bath night
and you had bathed
and were drying yourself
with the white towel
they had given you
when the bathroom door flew open
and Anne stood there one-legged
in her pink flowered nightdress
perching on her crutches like a hawk
her eyes bright and dark
a smile lingering on her lips
well bugger me
she said
what a sight
for a girl's lovesick eyes
and she entered the bathroom
and pushed the door shut
behind her with her bottom
almost uncrutching herself
in the process
you pulled the towel
tight around you
and stared at her
it's the boys' bath night
you muttered
girls aren't allowed in
while boys bath
she moved over
to the mirror
and gazed at herself
you're right
she said
I'm not a boy
I'm a tight titted girl
and she laughed
and crutched herself
over towards you
making you flatten yourself
against the wall
gripping the towel with one hand
and holding her back
with the other
and she leaned down
and kiss the back of your hand
then looked you deep in the eyes
what have you got hidden
behind that towelling skirt then?
she said
and you gripped the towel tighter
with both hands
and she menacingly moved
one hand cautiously towards the towel
her armpits gripping
the crutches tightly
as she moved
you shouldn't be in here
you said
I'm not in there yet
she laughed and grabbed
the towel away with a force
that took her and the towel
toppling to the bathroom floor
where she lay
like an overturned beetle
you stood naked
your hands covering
what your father
called your toolbox
gazing down at her struggling
to get up
well don't just stand there
like a prize parrot
help pick me up
she said
and so with one hand covering
you knelt down to help lift her up
but then she pulled you
down beside her
and laughed
and her laughter echoed
around the walls
but then she paused
and put a hand
over her mouth
hearing Sister Bridget's
nearby footsteps
and noisy calls.
poem by Terry Collett
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Mrs O’Hara’s Bathtub (Fun Poem 39)
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Mrs O’Hara’s bathtub,
a towel gone for a drink,
fell into the tub.
What is the poor lady to dry herself with now?
Oh, dear what can she do,
the robe she thought,
give it a tug,
but it fell into the tub.
Now what was she going to do?
Call for her husband.
A yell, a scream is heard,
as he rushes in like a buffalo herd.
“What is the matter, dear? ” he says,
and then slips up on a bar of soap.
Rub-a -dub-dub,
Mrs O’Hara, towel, robe, and hubby all in the tub.
19 April 1979
poem by David Harris
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Hold On
Wars, walls, tumble and falls
Time, change, clouds and rain
Through it all, I will stand
Come what may, um hmm
Throw in the towel, not today
Cuz where there's a will
There's a way, whoa
[1] - I'm gonna hold
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I'm gonna hold
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Until the finish
I'll be strong
Oceans, strong winds, hills and mountains
Sacrifice, paying the price, yeah
Struggle all your life
Through it all, I will stand
Come what may, yes I will
Throw in the towel, no not today
Cuz where there's a will
There's a way, whoa
[Repeat 1]
I see tomorrow will surely come
And I'm gonna be the first to see the sun
Throw in the towel, not today
Cuz I know that where there's a will
There's a way, whoa
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1 while:]
On the highway, and the bi-way
If I just hold on
I'mma make it there someday
Through the storm and through the rain
You can knock me down
But I'm gonna stand again
Yes I will
Running on this track, hey
If I keep my pace, hey
I can see the finish line
I'm gonna win this race
Hey, hold on, hold on
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Wimbledon
I used to love Wimbledon so
With Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe
Now it’s just a big pain
With gals from the Ukraine
They’re all interchangeable now
The game used to have lots of zest
Not just about who played it best
It was pure TV delight
To watch them all fight
But with such - a lot of finesse
Borg wore the Wimbledon crown
McEnroe threw his racket around
Becker’s joy when he won
Nastase’s sense of fun
While Connors was centre court clown
Pat Cash (for me) caused a foul
When he blew his nose on his towel
Federer’s real good at hitting
But his habit of spitting
Has me - emitting a howl
copyright Victoria George
poem by Victoria George
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Press On
[1st Verse:]
Life has a way of making you live it.
Sometimes it takes you to giving it.
Do you fold or do you play on?
The next move always depends on you.
If your work is good then it's trouble at home.
If your moves is right.
Then your dough is tight.
It's like running a engine on no fuel.
How do you play in a game with no rules?
[B-Sect:]
(It's always a fight).
A constant battle in my mind. (No place to run, no were to hide).
I gotta keep moving on, I gotta at least try...
(Dealing with the pressures of everyday life).
Gotta go the extra mile just can't throw in the towel.
You would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
Tryin' to stay right when the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on.
Gotta stay real, tryin' to be strong.
Making it close but gotta hold on.
Tryin' to stay right but the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on, press on.
[2nd Verse:]
It's such a shame the more that you give the more that you have to wait.
For some one to appreciate all the moves you make.
All the chances you gotta take.
The way to get ahead is to have the fear in your eyes.
The only way to get by is for you never let'em see you sweat.
You sure better not let'em see you cry...
[B-Sect:]
(It's always a fight).
A constant battle in my mind.
(No place to run, no were to hide).
I gotta keep moving on, I gotta at least try...
(Dealing with the pressures of everyday life).
Gotta go the extra mile just can't throw in the towel.
You would be so amazed by the things that I can tell...
[Hook:]
I got troubles with in, troubles with out.
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out.
Tryin' to stay right when the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on.
Gotta stay real, tryin' to be strong.
Making it close but gotta hold on.
Tryin' to stay right but the world is so wrong.
But I gotta keep moving and press on, press on.
[Bridge:]
Everyday it's something new to face.
Every night praying that I'll survive.
Oh oh ooh.
Tryin' to deal with the pressure.
Every time I try to get ahead.
Every mistake I make they try to do me in.
Whoa oh ohh!
How much more?
Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
[Repeat B-Sect 1x]
[Repeat Hook 1x]
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Addictive Gambler
Addicted Gambler
This is a sad tale
Of a man who gambled and failed
His desire was to get rich quick
But he ended up being a losing freak
Daily withdrawals from the cash machine
Yet with money he was so mean
Never ate hence so thin and lean
Smoked away with bad breath and skin
He had other hidden talents
Which were vividly silent?
He was creative
Very imaginative
But none of that ever became lucrative
An addicted gambler
Who tried his hands at everything?
To see what his luck might bring
Spent hours scratching cards at Bingo
Tried poker though he did not know the lingo
Played and lost on various fruit machines
Never ever satisfied with a days win
Gambled on so many horses
Which all brought heavy losses?
In misery he resorted to alcohol
This also contributed to his downfall
Lost all his friends
In vain tried to make amends
After missing so many appointments
Several times he threw in the towel
When he realised
He had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his newly acquired wealth away again
An addicted Gambler
Absorbed with heavy numerous debts
Caused by large unreasonable bets
Spending his entire wage
Was a daily chapter in his book and page
That grew worse and worse with every age
Always borrowing more money
From his friends and family in a hurry
Saying please I wouldn’t do it again, I am sorry
His family knew he desperately required
Psychiatric assistance
That very momentarily instance
Or his mental state
Would be beyond maintenance
A very befalling state
Several times he threw in the towel
When he had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his money away again
After so many years he finally gave up
He knew it was about time to eventually stop
He lost it all
There were no more friends to call
He did not even have little money to have a ball
What a sad story said the coroner
This young man must have been a total loner
What an addictive gambler
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Off the Shelf
One fine day someone,
came into the store,
and took us off the shelf,
they threw their money down,
We were tossed into a bag,
so dark was it in there,
suddenly we heard lots
of people talking,
We were inside a smoked
filled room, this man pulled
us out of the bag, he then
opened our package we
were in, took us out,
He threw us onto
the table, after
placing money there,
'Darn it, he said,
I rolled snake eyes'.
He was so mad, he threw
us in the wastebasket,
and not the table again,
so that was where,
we stayed until the
next day, when some
kind person took us
out and said 'Hey,
I found me some dice'.
So that's what we are!
(4-6-07)
Woven Little Mouths Many
You emerge
from the bath
reaching for the
towel, soft, obeying
daily habit, wipes you dry,
each cleft, the pit of my
longing rubbed without
caution.
I am caught up in this
vision without glasses
squinting for what is
real or not though you
are faced to mine as I
obediently move my
shaking hand to your
belly, the scar there,
edges still hot
to the touch.
Much there is I will
make of this moment,
drying your back as I
have daily done - once
began the rite
first night, gathering
now the last one
o when
the towel easily un-
folded, drank
woven
little mouths many
deeply
into what
has become
natural in me
with the wiping.
In this
I am become
free now of
thinking intent
to this my task
to last, this minute
or two, to linger,
each is
become a touch
this one.
and this,
without
decimals.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Sticking With It
Sticking with it.
And trying not to be out of it.
Everyday there is a reason I find...
Not to toss in the towel to give up and quit.
And although it is tough staying motivated,
I awaken feeling appreciative.
I can not say I relate to being elated...
But there is so much of life that can be abundantly lived.
Sticking with it.
And trying not to be out of it.
Everyday there is a reason I find...
Not to toss in the towel to give up and quit.
No.
I know what I should and should not resist.
Even forcefully establishing my own initiative,
I seek to give to myself as a gift.
Sticking with it can be sticky sometimes.
But the finding of motivation within one's mind,
To look at each step made as a forward climb...
Will not need anyone to define these times.
Not if one is kept busy living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poison Was The Cure
I miss the warm embrace I felt
First time you touched me
Secure and safe in open arms
I should have known youd crush me
A snake you were when we met
I loved you anyway
Pulling out your poisoned fangs
The venom never goes away
Serpent swims free in my blood
Dragons sleeping in my veins
Jacky| speaking with tongue
Roach egg laying in my brain
Once stalked beneath your shadow
Sleepwalking to the gallows
Im the sun that beats your brow in
Til I finally threw the towel
Never knowing if Id wake up in a
Whirlpool got redundant
My brain was just some driftwood
In a cesspool I became dead
]from a rock star to a desk fool
Was my destiny someone said
Loves a tidepool
Taste the waters lifes abundant
Taste me
song performed by by Megadeth
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Spanish Boots
(beck, stewart, wood)
I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
Long spanish boots on a so long!
I took a day job in bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a so long!
High spanish boots on a so long!
Dig it
I took a spanish haberdashery
Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, mr. nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said so long!
Laced up my high boots and so long!
Goodbye
... am on a job you see
cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots on and so long!
Put on my boots and said so long!
Those old spanish boots
Put on my boots and said so long!
High spanish boots
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Alone Is Better
theres rubble and ash where my soul used to be
put a chain and lock around my trust and threw
away the key.
because its happened before
and i cant go threw it anymore
because they will just leave
and i will be left alone to bleed.
poem by Kathryn Briones
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He Battles His Dogs Of Despair
The years have left him looking gray
And he has known a far better day
Around his balding head he has lost more hair
As he battles his dogs of despair.
Though from it's side effects weight he does gain
Medication it does keep him sane
And though all of his good days are gone
His fight is to keep keeping on.
And to live for as long as he can
For what use is a dead woman or man
So he will live till the reaper's call
The one who claims the life of all.
One who has contemplated suicide
When his will to live all but had died
But he is one who has hung in there
For to battle his dogs of despair.
In life 'tis not easy to win
But he never threw the towel in
He bravely faced life's road ahead
Fortune do favour the brave 'tis said.
Mental illness it has ruined his life
Robbed him of the chance of a wife
But to his great gift of life he says yes
As he battles with illness and stress.
poem by Francis Duggan
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3 Libras
threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back
a name in your recollection down among a million same
difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed and passed over
when i've looked right through to see you naked but oblivious
and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
here i am expecting just a little bit too much form the wounded
but i see through it all
and see you
so i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the
eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
oh well
apparently nothing
you don't see me
you don't see me at all
song performed by by A Perfect Circle from Mer De Noms
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