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Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
quote by Rabindranath Tagore
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So You Want To Be A Rock n Roll Star
So you want to be a rock n roll star
Then listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
And take some time and learn how to play
And when your hairs combed right
And your pants fit tight
Its gonna be all right
Then its time to go down town
Where the agent man wont let you down
Sell your soul to the company who are waiting there
To sell plastic ware and in a week or two
If you make the charts
The girls will tear you apart
Gotta pay for your riches and fame
Was it all a strange game
Youre a little insane
The money that came and the public acclaim
Dont forget who you are
Youre a rock n roll star
Repeat last verse
La la la la la la la
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Licentious Person
Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call ;
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
poem by John Donne
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I Wish That I Could Have Stayed In My Twenties
Life seemed so good when I was in my twenties
Before time left me looking old and gray
I used to play Soccer and Gaelic football
And I could run and chase the ball all day.
I was never much good at soccer or Gaelic football
Though like many others I too dreamt of fame
But I did not play for esteem and honours
I only played because I loved the game
I wish that I could have stayed in my twenties
Life is much better for those in their prime
But on looking back three decades passed so quickly
And one can't turn back the hands of time.
It has been said that with gray hairs there's wisdom
But as often is the case it isn't so
Some people as they age they grow less tolerant
And they seemed to have more wisdom years ago.
The best years of my life were in my twenties
When I could run and chase the ball all day
And don't tell me that in gray hairs there is wisdom
When it is more of a sign of ageing and decay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The game of love
The game of love that I played
I was unfair all the way
I won your heart and broke it
Like a poor toy made of clay
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
Now I understand all the truth
I wasted all my precious youth
I made mistake in the first place
My whole life is now in a mess
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
Now we are oceans apart
All the girls now break my heart
Now I know what you mean to me
So I cry for my destiny
Now I have lost life's joy and charms
Now I long for your tender arms
Now I long for you today
When my hairs have become gray
poem by Asif Andalib
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McCoy
McCoy is a boy,
he doesn't annoy
as he is my pet.
Let's have a bet
he is not fat.
He looks so stout
without any doubt
because of his hair,
it looks so fair,
it's white like snow,
it quickly grow
for me to make a pillow.
I love him so much;
his gentle touch
makes me smile,
it's just his style
to ask for a walk.
That's his way to talk.
When we go out
he becomes a scout,
he wants to know all
though he is small.
He is so curious,
he is never furious.
He likes to be warmed,
he likes to be combed,
he doesn't like to be washed,
and certainly to be bossed.
My home is never empty,
he always waits for me,
when I come back he shows
how much he missed me;
he wags his tail,
that's his way to hail;
he looks into my eyes,
he wants to get a prize.
I will never offend
my devoted friend.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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On His Baldness
At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall;
At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall.
For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go...
They are all gone and I do not mind at all!
poem by Bai Juyi
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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When The Right Time Comes
when the right time comes
i will tell you
that i love you
even when all our hairs
have turned to gray
even when all the gray hairs
have gone away
but now my love
my lips are sealed
my hands are chained
i am inside this cell
my feet are gel
wait a while
i am setting myself free
help me find
my claws my wings my eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Comes Quickly
Sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can live your life lonely
Heavy as stone
Live your life learning
And working alone
Say this is all you want
But I dont believe that its true
cause when you least expect it
Waiting round the corner for you
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
You can live a life of luxury
If thats what you want
Taste forbidden pleasures
Whatever you want
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you to?
cause just when you least expect it
Just what you least expect
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
I know it sounds ridiculous, but speaking from experience
It may seem romantic, and thats no defense
Love will always get to you
Sooner or later, sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you?
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
(oooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You cant stop falling (ooh ooh)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pubic Hair
Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody counts
My pubic hairs.
Nobody says
'You're a swell little guy',
Or says, 'I will love you
Until I die! '
Nobody worships
The ground where I've trod,
More likely they tell me
I'm just a sod!
Nobody loves me,
Nobody cares,
Nobody counts
My bodily hairs!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Isaiah 46: 3
(from the song 'Isaías 46: 3' by Daniel Calveti)
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
From our mom’s womb
Until our gray hairs
//I’ll adore you//
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
You are Holy
You are so sweet
You are so just
We adore Your Love
//You deal with me//
//You do fill me//
//You do love me//
//You have made me//
////I’ll adore you////
////I’ll adore you////
poem by Jordys Herrera
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What'll I. Do?
The years going quick, my mind is playing tricks,
My body is reeking in pain, oops, I just did the splits;
Where's the balance now I'm getting older,
But isn't it great, the older we get, we get more bolder.
Oh what'll I do, I ask! Yep, What'll I do?
As the years progress faster, time is my master,
Bearing down on me, to me time is a pester;
Then memory lane to me, is disappearing,
And the grey hairs are quickly appearing;
Oh dear, What am I to do, what am I to do.
Those friends I knew from years ago,
Gradually go away, to a place so free; it's true;
And the shopping and housework that has to be done,
Seems I'm not finished till the setting of sun;
Oh. What'll I do, yep, what'll I do.
poem by Margaret Haig
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The Nape Of My Neck
The nape of my neck has prickly hairs,
sensitive to touch.
I'd give anything to stop my urge
to want it so darn much.
Better I scarve it then leave it bare,
better not to feel
anything that can make it sensitive
so my heart will heal.
Remember the touch. Remember the feel.
Remember the hairs on your neck
And then try and release it.
Keep those feelings in check.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Forgive Me Quickly
If I showed you what you don't know,
Would I suffer...
If I listened to your life of misfortune?
If I showed you what you don't know,
Would you show me what I thought I knew?
If I showed you what you don't know,
Would I suffer...
If I listened to your life of misfortune?
Would I stop myself and realize...
Your life aint easy breezy.
Would you find it in your mind you'd be assessing me?
Or would you find it in your mind the need to forgive me,
Quickly!
Would I stop myself and realize...
Your life aint easy breezy.
Would you find it in your mind you'd be assessing me?
Or would you find it in your mind the need to forgive me,
Quickly!
Forgive me quickly!
Would you find it in your mind the need to forgive me,
Quickly!
Forgive me quickly!
Would you find it in your mind,
The need...
To forgive me,
Quickly!
Would you find it in your mind you'd be assessing me?
Or would you find it in your mind the need to forgive me,
Quickly!
Forgive me quickly!
Would you find it in your mind the need to forgive me,
Quickly!
Forgive me quickly!
Would you find it in your mind,
The need...
To forgive me,
Quickly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Afro
There once was a man on Pluto
Who had a great big afro
He combed his hair
(Lost his sister there)
Don't worry, that was quite long ago
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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It is easy to work with a good comb, said the devil, when he combed his mother's hair with a pitchfork.""
The party in power, like Jonah's gourd, grew up quickly, and will quickly fall.
quote by Davy Crockett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bangles
In festival seasons,
Miles walked bangle sellers
Tread the vennel unforgettable,
On feet, worn and torn,
With white clothe bundles,
Full of bangles and their lives,
On their heads wobble,
Whose calls village girls listen,
Break their clay pots,
In which they had collected coins,
And buy bangles
In hues and designs diverse.
Some unknown artists
Shaped the designs on bangles,
Who never came to the limelight,
Instead, wages collected
And withdrew in to silence.
Village girls put on bangles;
Always mesmerised beauty little pains out kept.
Jingling arms love CDs inserted
In to the heart-players of rustic guys,
Who always combed their hairs.
Girls keep and care the bangles,
Like virginity, till the nuptials.
Bracelet turns bracelets,
Often, after the wed locks.
Uncared…
Broken…
And discarded bangles:
“All Fate”, they say…yes!
In kitchens, a few scattered;
Into wells, a few thrown;
And, also, a few burnt in flames.
Unalloyed simple joys,
Experienced worn bangles,
Like virginity, left village girls.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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The Visit
I went to visit you the other day,
a bunch of fresh cut flowers in my hand.
I only had a little time to spend-
Still you, I think, were glad to have me there.
I spoke about my troubles in your presence
You listen with an ever patient ear
You remind me that all trials are transient
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
Now that you and Mom are back together-
I can’t believe already it’s a year-
As often happens with long married hearts.
Does nothing dry as quickly as a tear?
With pain, I raise myself up from my knee
I say farewell with none around to hear
It’s just a lie we tell ourselves, my Da
That nothing dries as quickly as a tear.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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