The brain that bubbles with phrases has hard work to collect its thoughts.
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Retirement?
Hour by hour I sit and muse
in what way my brain to use.
Shall I write or shall I read
for such effort is there need
I think on this and think on that,
some thoughts come easily as pat,
others cause my brain to shun
from anything that isn’t fun.
Retirement. A perpetual rest?
I’ve never known a harder test!
I’ve never been inclined to shirk,
but doing nothing’s such hard work.
I’m sure it’s true, some OAPs
know how it’s best to enjoy ease.
I wish that I was one of those
able to sit, relax and doze.
poem by Kate Beamish
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I Don't Wanna Work
Well i give it little care
Does anybody out there even know
I'm in here?
I just keep my movement going
Somewhere
Like playing in the background baby
Like playing in the background baby
I play the game
You play the way that most men would choose
I'm surprised at you
Way back in the middle of a broken down love affair
You and i found each other
And we fell in love
I ain't never met a man and woman get along better
Than you and i when get together
Still i say
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no
See the lady walking down the street
She's got on high heel shoes
And her hair full of curlers
She's got stiletto nails
And some black mascara
She's got a push up and a pick up
I tell you that girl's working overtime
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no no no no no
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work it if makes me cry
Spent last night
Talking to myself in bed
Wondering why i do this over
Over and over again
I don't know
I, i, i, i don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not when it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work it it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work if it makes me cry
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Next To Collect
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
Tomorrow no one knows,
Just what to expect.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect it!
An overwhelming love received.
You may be next to collect,
A joy that never leaves.
You may be next to collect it!
A one of a kind peace...
On your mind.
You may be next to collect,
Just accept you are blessed.
You could be the next to collect...
RESPECT.
You could be the next on the list...
To get it and quick.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it...
An abundance of happiness.
The next to collect.
The next to collect.
You may be the next to collect it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here we go again.
I flew last night and arrived
My thirst was quenched and my brain was fried
Loney thoughts crossed my path
I addressed it with thoughts of wrath
Then peaceful feelings quell the ire
I remember the love and the pure desire
My only thought is the morning
coming at me with it's warning
I addressed it with thoughts of work
Another four letter word
For the Elite or the Nerd
So whoever you are in this wonderful life
Forgive all the negative
Let your brain keep you living
Your life always giving
To the lonely and shy
The lowly and high.
One Man's Brain
Distasteful references of the inner city
by an uninhabited brain from the outer rim
It is so far gone from the real world
that it splatters itself all over the tv
A fly stuck in its own blood
The eyes still work and everything else is intact
The heart has a pulse and the brain an electrical current
It believes that this theatrical commentary
is the mediator of real knowledge
The TV is a screen into one man's brain
his thoughts and ideas about how life should be
Each channel flashes into different thoughts and interests
They are the same thoughts but with different scenery
There are mostly people who look like him
The reality of the channels are so far gone
Brains farts of psycho babble that is unintelligible
A cocktail mixed with tree and birds
poured over everything that is bad
turns into this fake goodness
This is why their is racism because there is racism on tv
This is why dogs are painted with nail polish
Everything stupid is on tv to be laughed at
Everything smart and rational is left out
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Notepad By My Bed
I keep a notepad
On the nightstand by my bed
To jot down thoughts
that late at night, fill my head
Thoughts that glide
into my brain
That if not captured quick
Slip away… down drowsy drain
A pad replete
With words and phrases
Caught before
I start to snore
Oft' make no sense
When viewed in daylight
As they so clearly
Did the night before
Still, as a writer should write
A little each day
E'en those words
That trip so lightly by night
And that is why, I suppose
Until the day I die
I'll keep a notepad
In which I'll write
On the nightstand
…By my bed…
Close upon
The reading light
poem by David Whalen
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Bubble Of Life Floats and Flies!
I am that bubble
On that infinite ocean,
I know I am eternal,
except that fills the bubble!
I am that infinite
One of infinite thoughts of the infinite!
Infinite filled breath into infinite bubbles,
I am one of these
Each day he transcends on Earth!
He is her great lover,
She is his fertile wife,
More fertile ones he has.
Everyday she becomes pregnant,
Everyday she breeds billion bubbles of billion species,
Some with brain and some without,
Some with hearts and some without,
But every bubble she breed, are with stomach,
hunger and thirst
Anger and lust
This was mechanical
Till they decided to breed which are their own copy,
With all capacity to understand parents,
Then that came the species of bubbles
Which can see back!
And more than understand,
This lovely child stared weeping on arrival,
Making others happy!
when bubble grew up,
Understood parents,
Sister bubbles
Brother bubbles
Dictating mother,
But not the father,
Mother is soft and caring,
Felt for children and fad them with the best,
When sons Grew, sometimes taller
Than Father,
Started to say I know mother,
I don't know, whether I have father,
Since father was hiding in everyone, who filled his own breath inside these bubbles,
He was helpless when ignorant bubble say there is no ocean,
When bubble learns,
All is his,
Understand what is what,
But for that bubble, jumping and dancing,
With that nuclear arms in his arms,
when adam had Eve in his arms,
Eve had serpent to seduce,
Man made parents stay apart!
the stay apart, still not divorced,
When the divorce, bubble bursts,
But bubble when tries,
To live, it may burst,
When it wants to burst it may live,
This is what we enjoy
And call as life
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I am always busy
Why can't you collect your thoughts?
It's not so easy, I am always busy.
When I want to collect them
They tell me they are busy.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Amatuer
Flowing down the page
Running through the lines
Fleeing from the cage
Of syllables of five
Racing from the pen
Coming from the brain
Cannot find my zen
Oh no, I'm stuck again
The phrases don’t work
The letters don't form
Now I see a smirk
From a teacher less than warm
Suddenly it comes
What I had before
Then the teacher hums
The poem I adore
poem by Emily Hero
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So so
And so,
I clearly grow
I clearly strive,
And to provide
I clearly work,
And while I work
I clearly push unto the side
The nagging doubts,
The nagging thoughts of all those whom I can't abide,
And so I work,
But for what gain?
To ease the burden on my brain?
To quell my heavy altered heart,
But most of all,
To keep me sane.
poem by Maria Grace Kelly
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Bubbles of Love
This poem was inspired while watching the MTV reality show A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. take it or leave it, you can interprete it the way you want.
Miss Tequila I wish to confess
There is something odd I wish to express
One day I had one shot too many for a penny
As my eyes opened up to 'Bubbles of love'
Bubbles of love
Bubbles of love
This awesome beauty that you possess
Your tanned skin calls for a touch of caress
Bubbles of love
Bubbles of love
Your succulent lips demand a kiss of finesse
And lets not forget the sexy curves you possess
Bubbles of Love
Bubbles of Love
I will fight with words not fists and head butts
I can't help feeling all hot with no second thoughts
These feelings I wish sometimes to suppress
Because I play my life like a game of chess
I know youthful beauty fades as that is its trade
But yours merely radiates over man and hand-made
Miss Tequila I wish to confess
Sometimes I do things in a little excess
It is you I wish to undress in your nightdress
While your breasts pressed against my bareness
Rather than breaking loves no one code
By driving carelessly on slippery roads
For you I'll wear my heart on my sleeve
Kisses, romance, love, the whole lot we can achieve
I see only 'Bubbles of love'
Beyond your smile and sexy little curves
I see only 'Bubbles of love'
In you, a ravishing blessing from above
Miss Tequila I wish to confess
It is you I wish and want to process
One day I had one shot too many for a penny
And in you I saw my little American Princess
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
song performed by by Ministry
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Gain Using Brain
Think carefully thrice
Throw decisions' dice
On the fine brain-floor
Success will knock at your door
You must be brave
Do not think about the grave
Surely from worry-fever
You will soon recover
The World you must leave
But before leaving, you must leave
Principles for ambitious youth
Living in East, West, North and south
Make cowardice face death
For this stop fear's breath
Valuable thoughts you must contribute
Forever then the World will pay tribute
If thought -fertilizers are scant
How can grow brain-plant?
Let brain make the right move
Then only obstacles you can remove
Wonderful plans brain can easily invent
Any hardship it can surely circumvent
A sharp brain is hard-work's gift
For coming up in life, it is the lift
Man has developed great cultures
Remain the same all other creatures
The obvious reason is brain
Thinking is to the brain grain
Life-river when you cross
Hindrances will come across
So skilfully construct the brain-bridge
Keep guiding thought-boards in the edge
If brain remains dull and negative
How can actions become superlative?
Brain is the basic root
That gives sweet success-fruit
If life-land is arid
Sweat can help get rid
Of aridity which is a success -killer
Provided brain becomes an expert-tiller.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Rapid thoughts
Rapid thoughts come and go
and I don't even know
where they're from
or how they did come?
But I don't rack my brain anymore.
For they will come again.
And I will capture some of them
and hold on to them if I can.
Just like hailing a taxi cab
that goes right on by,
rapid thoughts are hard to catch
but sooner or later if you try
they'll stop.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Will Have To Work Hard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
This world is a mischief, full of hazards
I can not sleep, i may not be in the womb
A dream is nourishing, smoldering like a bomb
People are racing towards a dark cave
This dream is heady, but not a dupe slave
An eye in a dream or a dream in an eye
Hatched in black, exploring a blue sky
It is still tidy, doesn't need any nard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
It is clean, It is holy
empowered by God
It's soul is almighty with healthy bod
A long way to go, a long way to go
Wings are mature, now ground is below
never weary, never desire a bard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
poem by Mayur Gupta
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A brain or brainless
A battle of brain is never won
it has weighted as heavy ton
it can't be wasted or simple gone
it is to be kept in mind or borne
A brainy child can shine from the beginning
it is long and powerful inning
There will be equal morning and evening
colorful life with bright shining
There is nothing to hide and seek
it is unpardonable weapon of the weak
A person has no power to speak
he can't ride a ladder and reach to the peak
Honey bees and butterflies too work very hard
it is job of brain to look always forward
what brainless can do other than to polish
he has nothing to as he is already finished
Everything has two sides to represent
no one can work if any thing is absent
sometimes people with brain create unruly scene
such abnormality is never observed or seen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To One Who Bade Him Work
EACH day Work bids my heart anew,
Fold wings and watch my brain at play;
But brain and heart will fly your way,
And find their natural home in you!
Come to me--'tis the only way!
For heart and brain have had to learn
Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight,
That were you here, my heart's delight,
My brain and heart to Work would turn,
Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Lost in the Cycle
Work work work work, work work work work, work work work work
STOP
and
do
nothing
'cause there is nothing to do
even though there is always something to do
but why would you do that?
Stay up
No sleep
Go to sleep
Peace
Except not
Because the brain still says 'Go! '
When you say
'No!
Rest! '
No Rest
Come back to consciousness?
You never left,
did you?
Begin repeat
poem by Jessica Cummings
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A Brain
One thought is perfect in the brain,
We see its blood in a special way,
Its blood is good, very special.
We swerve our blood through the vessels,
And the capillaries, dooming them
As they descend and make us maybe bleed.
The brain is surely housing a diamond,
Rich and hard, the diamond is best.
We swap and learn different thoughts.
Surely the brain works certain wonders,
Like the beating of the blood
And the thinking of our sons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I think a good movie would be about a guy who's a brain scientist, but he gets hit on the head and it damages the part of the brain that makes you want to study the brain.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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