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The city has to do what any citizen or family does, when you have a dream. You tighten your belt. You sacrifice some luxuries. Above all, you don't waste a dime.
quote by Laura Miller
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People who go broke in a big way never miss any meals. It is the poor jerk who is shy a half slug who must tighten his belt.
Robert Heinlein in Time Enough for Love
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Homeless (Holiness)
new dawn....
same alleyway;
grey faceless buildings,
wet with morning.
one more cigarette,
thinking about coffee,
waiting on the mission doors
......to open.
kicking through the trash,
a rat runs off...
nowhere to go,
...nothing to do.
tighten my belt,
squint in the sunlight,
just thinking 'bout how,
gonna survive this day!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Or if I have my head in the results, I can't work with what I have, because I'm trying to force something to happen. And with singing, any time you force it, you tighten up. If you tighten up, you're screwed, nothing will work.
quote by Kathy Mattea
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Treadmill
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
You stare straight ahead to the wall
And trek forward while the world stalls,
Hearing tapping feet repeating.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
Through your window, nature might call,
But you don't hear that—not at all.
You're closed in by your surroundings.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
Meanwhile, opportunity sprawls,
Begging you to escape the small,
Stationary steps to nothing.
The conveyor belt keeps rolling.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Believing What You Hear And See On TV
Caught up in rough stuff?
Bluffed and beaten by mistreatment?
Feeling low.
And under the weather?
No over the counter remedy works?
Time after time someone nearby,
Commits an horrendous crime?
And those politicians you've elected,
Suggest how you should tighten your belt?
Well,
Guess what?
You have no idea what it's like,
To step outside to live your life.
Once you have decided,
To leave the conifines of your home...
Alone.
Turn off that TV.
Experience living.
And one simply can not do that.
Feeling trapped and burdened,
By believing everything you hear and see.
On TV.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snap (Fun Poem 125)
Woke up and had a shower
felt great and refreshed,
laid my clothes out
and started to get dressed.
Dragged on my trousers
and then pulled on my belt.
Snap!
I stood there with half a belt in my hand
and my trousers around my ankles.
Now I need a length of string
to hold my trousers up.
Looks like it gonna be
a new belt day today.
(7 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Controversial
Fight for happiness
you may reach it,
and you may not
or fight for glory,
tighten your belt
you will reach it
and in the way you chose
you will meet shape of welfare
and the breeze of freedom will manipulate you
in the happiness way
or you will feel the bliss of asceticism
while carrying in your heart a belief
in your mind a knowledge
and in your hand a battle-ax
in the glory way
then simply compare
the happiness when achieving glory
with the glory when reaching to happiness
this is controversial.
poem by Ahmed Abomahfouz
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Seeing Yourself In A Mirror
on a fading day
between your busy hour and that moment
when you want to stop
or quit
you stand in front of a mirror
and ask yourself: is this worth it?
there is this voice which says
you must quit, you have had enough
there is no use
of another day
you stare and another image stares back at you
it is worth it
there is no justification to quit
you make
a difference
then you tighten your belt and with your hands
you iron out what is creased
you promise
you will go neat with life
you will finish what you have started
the voice comes assuredly like a
conscience
you make a difference
you are not a quitter
you are a winner.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Another Long Walk To Life
do not mismate
your shoes. try fitting
in what fits you.
tie the lace.
stamp your feet.
tighten your belt.
stand up.
comb your hair.
wear the warmer shirt.
take the cap
and put it on your head.
smile in the mirror.
take the watch.
wear the white socks.
eat the banana.
and wear the Ipod.
sounds of chappel
in your ears.
it is 6: 05, now
you are ready for
the usual walk
at the oval this
morning. The leaves
of the trees and
grasses are still
rich with their
dews. The sunrays
are slowly coming.
the air is fresh
scented with
the smell of the
rice paddies.
good morning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Summer Rains
After a lengthy waiting game
In a parched southern Indiana
Belated summer rains came
Like the gift of heavenly manna
Due to a dry-as-a-bone summer
Corn fields withered and failed
This pitiful yield was a stunner
Bushel predictions got curtailed
Bad year for the resolute sodbuster
Watch a lone, ugly-ass turkey vulture
Soon others will circle in a cluster
Death knell of the farming culture
Check what the almanac says about spring
Deal with the high cost of fuel, feed, and seed
Tighten the belt; Live on a shoe-string
He is a Hoosier farmer and he will succeed
poem by Charles Hancock
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Try Again
Spoken:
Ah year, alright y'all, ah
You know the game
Verse 1:
I know sometimes I
Seem a little crazy
But I'm not too crazy in love
See I'm not a trick
I can take it or leave it
You can be about it
Cause I can do without it
B Sec:
For some reason
You take your life for granted
Like it's a game and
You'll always win
The things you say
And the things you do
You act like it won't come to an end
You need to realize
Chorus (2x):
Easily you can be left alone
Tighten it up, you better
Before you find yourself by yourself
Verse 2:
Some people say that
I'm nothing but a player
Don't play when it comes to my heart (laid back)
Don't be so cruel when you know everything is cool (cool)
You can be about it
Cause I can do without it
Rap:
I let you slide once
I let your slide twice
Third time baby doll
It won't be so nice
You looking hot 'doe
But you can't play Ron DeVoe
The laid back mack
With mad flow
So, here we go
I got a hottie
With a mad body
Don't chu know
In the 5-0-0
On the way to the cribo
So, how you live?
I had to ask my man Biv
Uhm hmm
Looking kind of positive
Chorus (3x):
Easily you can be left alone
Tighten it up, you better
Before you find yourself by yourself
Bridge:
For some reason you take you life for granted
Like it's a game
And you'll always win
The things you say
And the things you do
You act like it won't come to an end
But you need to realize
Chorus (4x):
Easily you can be left alone
Tighten it up, you better
Before you find yourself by yourself
B Sex;
Is this the part
song performed by by New Edition
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Space In The Workplace
i gave up my space in the workplace.
economic struggles and despair
are being seen everywhere.
retirement used to be somthing seen
and with this economy it's just a dream.
you work hard all your life
and go through the struggles and strife.
just to see your dreams shattered
and to the politicians it does'nt matter.
they've already lined their pockets
with corruption and graft
and thought forever it would last
and now that will be part of the past.
there is a new sheriff in town
and he won't let his guard down
he has seen enough from people he met
and now he is out to get
all those who have accepted bribes and kickbacks
and he won't ease up the slack.
this space in the workplace that we have lost.
to the politicians will be an expensive loss.
now that the people have gotten up and spoken
this chain of corruption will be broken.
so to these politicians i say 'beware'
you better run and hide in fear.
the economy will get better, this i know
but! it will be going very slow.
so till then we'll have to tighten the belt
for this is something we all have felt.
poem by Louis Rams
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Licking Greasy Fingertips Wont Do The Trick
You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.
But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
But that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
You want a slim waist to look so lean.
But at midnight you're eating icecream.
Licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.
You drink pop from a paper cup.
Then you want a masseuse to rub your butt.
But a licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
And that stuff you've got to learn to tighten yourself.
You've got to do it for yourself and no one else.
And...
Beyoncé,
Will love you.
You've got to pick a plan and stick to it!
A licking greasy fingertips wont do the trick.
And...
Beyoncé
Will love you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reno
She took off her stockings
I held 'em to my face
She had your ankles
I felt filled with grace
"Two hundred dollars straight in
Two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said
She unbuckled my belt, pulled back her hair
And sat in front of me on the bed
She said, "Honey, how's that feel
Do you want me to go slow?"
My eyes drifted out the window
And down to the road below
I felt my stomach tighten
As the sun bloodied the sky
And sliced through hotel blinds
I closed my eyes
Sunlight on the Amatitlan
Sunlight streaming through your hair
In the Valle de dos Rios
The smell of mock orange filled the air
We rode with the vaqueros
Down into cool rivers of green
I was sure the work and the smile coming out 'neath your hat
Was all I'll ever need
Somehow all you ever need's
Never quite enough you know
You and I, Maria, we learned it's so
She slipped me out of her mouth
"You're ready," she said
She took off her bra and panties
Wet her fingers, slipped it inside her
And crawled over me on the bed
She bought me another whisky
Said "here's to the best you ever had"
We laughed and made a toast
It wasn't the best I ever had
Not even close
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Music
If I rest for a moment near The Equestrian
pausing for a liver sausage sandwich in the Mayflower Shoppe,
that angel seems to be leading the horse into Bergdorf's
and I am naked as a table cloth, my nerves humming.
Close to the fear of war and the stars which have disappeared.
I have in my hands only 35c, it's so meaningless to eat!
and gusts of water spray over the basins of leaves
like the hammers of a glass pianoforte. If I seem to you
to have lavender lips under the leaves of the world,
I must tighten my belt.
It's like a locomotive on the march, the season
of distress and clarity
and my door is open to the evenings of midwinter's
lightly falling snow over the newspapers.
Clasp me in your handkerchief like a tear, trumpet
of early afternoon! in the foggy autumn.
As they're putting up the Christmas trees on Park Avenue
I shall see my daydreams walking by with dogs in blankets,
put to some use before all those coloured lights come on!
But no more fountains and no more rain,
and the stores stay open terribly late.
poem by Frank O'Hara
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Having conquered, tighten the thongs of your helmet.
Across the country, people are willing to tighten their belts and sacrifice. The president should ask the oil industry to do the same.
quote by John Salazar
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