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Three of us will help the other two get suited up, get them in the hatch, and get them out the door.
quote by Mark Kelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Forthright Action Knocksout Evil
What evil would he hatch?
As bad the the pirate Edward Thatch!
Even wears a sinister eye patch!
Abominable actions by the batch!
Would evil the good catch?
Would evil to good attach?
Would evil away the good latch?
Final victory by good did snatch!
Good triumphed without even a scratch!
All in this professional wrestling match!
poem by Hubert Wilson
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Good From Far, Far From Good
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
I dont go thinkin its right, for somebody else
I know how it is, I can see for myself, yeah
Look left, right, and make up your mind
If anyone tells you different, well theyre wastin your time
Yet its alright
Hey baby, whats a man to do
He says nothin, but he aint no fool
Hes just lookin, but its understood
Looks good from far, but its far from good
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
She feels out of place, but it isnt a dream
She looks round and she knows that its all too extreme, yeah
And meanwhile, a party is beginnin to stall
And now shes ready to turn, and get away from it all
It dont feel right
Hey baby, whats a girl to do
You feel hurt, cause you play by the rules
Your friends tell you youre misunderstood
Looks good from far, but its far from good
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
Good from far, far from good
You must accept that all, you turn and walk away
You live your own life, you get stronger every day
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
Good from far, far from good
Baby, Im feelin alright
Good from far, far from good
No more no more no more no more
Good from far, far from good
Dont bring it around my door
Good from far, far from good
I dont care no more
song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The effect matters
An action is proven right
Only after its effects.
A path is proven good
Only after the travel.
An egg is proven good
Only after its hatch.
Every step is a bet.
25.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Tomorrow will Hatch
When tomorrow hatch
The future is born
Tomorrow is rind in the shell of uncertainty
What tomorrow unknown but the syllable of fate
Tomorrow some will grace
And some will fall
If today stale
Tomorrow might be fair
If today smiles
Tomorrow might be gloom
Tomorrow might not hatch
For some fate are dashed
Tomorrow is like today, but tomorrow
Tomorrow will sleep
Tomorrow is but hope.
poem by Abdullah Musa
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Farewell to the Farm
The coach is at the door at last;
The eager children, mounting fast
And kissing hands, in chorus sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn,
The meadow-gates we swang upon,
To pump and stable, tree and swing,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
And fare you well for evermore,
O ladder at the hayloft door,
O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we sing:
Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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When The Good Times Come Again
Every rainbow has to have an end
A pot of gold or dreams foretold
May not be there my friend
In this high and mighty world we live in
Sometimes we have to break
Sometimes we have to bend
Until the good times come again
[Chorus:]
I'll see you then
When the good times come again
When you and I have made it back
From the people and the places we have been
I'll see you then
When the good times come again
The door that we go out of
Is door that we come in
When the good times come again
When the good times come again
Hope we both survive the world out there
You'll never know what wind will blow
So don't forget I care
And don't forget the way we felt together
Sometimes we have to hold
To all the good that's been
[Chorus 3x]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Break Down The Door
Music by: Barry Manilow and Bob Gaudio
Lyrics by: Enoch Anderson
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I'm not the man I used to be
Fell down a time or two
When luck was lookin' out for me
I missed the knock
And never knew
I let you go
But you can't get away from me again
Do you want me to plead?
Do you want me to cry?
Any proof that you need
Any promise you'll buy
Do you want me to break down the door
Do you want me to break down the door
Break down the door
You say you saw me lose control
Look now I'm in the lead
And you can have me heart and soul
I'm overhauled
And guaranteed
What do you say
Why don't you take a chance
on me again
Do you want me to plead?
Do you want me to cry?
Any proof that you need
Any promise you'll buy
Do you want me to break down the door
Do you want me to break down the door
Break down the door
Can't say for sure what's comin'
It ain't what's gone before
Except we had some damn good times
And I know we both want more
Do you want me to plead?
Do you want me to cry?
Any proof that you need
Any promise you'll buy
Do you want me to break
Do you want me to break down
Do you want me to break down the
Do you want me to break down the door
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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God Bless Mckay Hatch
some people insist
on cursing in speech
their words just consist
of language that breach
animosity and anger
bullying and such
they are not any better
And need curses as crutch
uplifting language
is never out of place
it will suit any age
and bless any race
thank God for a young man
who cared so much
let his club fill the land
God bless Mckay Hatch!
Note: Mckay Hatch is a 15 year old who started the 'No Cussing Club' to promote uplifting language and replace cursing with better words.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 25,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Irony Of My Society
the liars are well placed on their high thrones
the incompetents and the misfits dancing on their undeserved success,
the filthy rich have power
the leaders corrupted
and yet we pray to the same God
and yet we receive the blessings from the same God.
meanwhile, the innocent ones are convicted and electrocuted
meanwhile the poor gets to become as poorer as they were once
evil reigns and there seems to be no end to this,
the good ones starve and have fears for breakfast
the bad eggs hatch and fed and pampered.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We
we build the stairs first
stair upon stair
wood and nail
and hammer
and hands
and some
determined thoughts
dreams to reach the skies
focus
and look what have be done
we have reached the door
of the room
it is here where we shall hatch
all our dreams
like eggs to our warm
hands
like chicks to our cheeks
time and stairs and hopes and dreams and nails and hammers
and hands
and eyes
be awake and always be vigilant
for dreams that do not die like night
stars
are we
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For every goodbye, God also provides a hello.
quote by Donna Gable Hatch
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The Door Is Always Open
The door is always open,
there is a welcome
always in here,
so come on in at anytime
and we will raise a cup of good cheer.
The world can go on its merry way,
just pull a chair up by the fire
and warm yourself a bit.
There door is always open,
there is a welcome mat
and a friendly face
will always greet you
at anytime night or day.
As the door is always open,
you can come in anytime.
You will never leave hungry
as something is cooking
all the time.
So take up my invitation
and just come on in.
The door is always open
to welcome you.
23 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Attic
The attic holds such fascination
I climb the ladder in trepidation,
The attic is a time machine
Most things hidden and unseen,
I lift the hatch and take a peak
The old rocking chair begins to creak
Dust coats the old wooden chest
The lid embossed with a crest,
All the games of yesteryear
In the corner, uncles spear,
Boxes piled with books and photos
Most containing all my heroes,
Snakes and ladders, ludo, lots of games
They belonged to my brother James.
Oh! look my old train set
On the ledge fathers old cornet,
A place where I can come and dream
Oh! just hit my head on the beam,
Underneath the old guitar
Just found my 007 car,
I think I'll go I'm getting mellow
Maybe I'll return tomorrow
I descend the ladder and close the hatch
Just for now I'll watch the match.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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