It got a little boring I guess, playing the same note over and over.
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Boring Lonely Day
What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?
I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.
The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.
Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.
Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Bordom
Sitting
Nothing
No sound
Not even the dog in the back
Then a song comes up
Same ol song
Never ending
I just keep pushing play
Thinking
What will tomarrow be like
Nothing
Same ol life
Same ol thing
Nothing changing
Not even the song
Not the dog barking
Not the creaks and cracks of the haunted floor
Not the feel of someone watching
Not the wish of something else
Nothing changeing ever
I guess nothing silent
Just every same thing
Boring
Im lost in bordom
Ready lets push play
dododo
Same ol song
Nothing changeing
Everything the same
Boring life
No Change
Rarely ever
Boring life
click clack
same ol anoying keyboard
Sound coming barely over that boring song
Does anything change
Or is life ment to be Boring
Dull
Nothing life
Was that a sound?
Phone ring?
Some one home?
Or is the nothing boring life getting to me?
Am I going insane?
Still no change
Nothing at all
Push play again
March 2006
poem by Jessie Li here
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I Guess I Do It
Why do I do those things that I do?
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
Trying to give romance a chance.
And playing that love game again.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
You want to see the preacher together?
Can we wait until the 38th of May.
And decide then when to announce,
That perfect day.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
Why do I do those things that I do?
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
Trying to give romance a chance.
And playing that love game again.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For the chance of romance.
I guess I do it,
For suspense and the danger.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Moment Of The Past
I sit before my monitor
Humming an old Roy Orbison
Tune I memorized so long ago.
Hum…Hum um! That Hum! Again
“They’re playing that song again.
I guess it will never end. They’re
Playing it again…” The time I
Spent as a kid replaying it:
A borrowed forty-five record
Until I heard it in my sleep;
That’s what we did to occupy
Our time before the arrival
Of the now widespread computer.
I guess nothing lasts forever!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.
Our Town Ghost
Five of us were playing cards
while outside someone was banging
as if, they were constructing something.
I got up to see who it was,
but there was no one there.
I scratched my head and returned
to the hand I was playing.
About a half an hour later,
we heard someone walking about.
With torch in hand, I went again to investigate.
Again, there was no one there.
I shone the torch up and down the street.
The footsteps had stopped by now.
We could only guess it was the ghost,
which roams around our little town.
It hurts no one and no one is afraid of it.
Some say it our old friend Jock.
Other say it is someone else.
Unless one of us sees it, we will never be sure.
Whoever it is we wish
they would show themselves occasionally,
so we would then know whom to say goodnight to.
5 February 2009
Authors Note:
I belong to a small Western re-enactment town called Deadwood.
The town is haunted by an arrangement of ghosts, none of them harmful. A number us have witnessed several unusual things. The poem recounts an incident, which happened one night a few years ago when five of us were playing card in the back of one the building at gone midnight.
poem by David Harris
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Nothing Was Unusual
the whole day
was like a whore
nothing special really
nothing so
significant like
something that may
stop my world
from spinning
everything is so boring
and unimportant
until then
when your hands
touch mine
(did you do it
with intention?)
(I did not, really,
i did not, but there
is something there
that was not there
before)
(am i sick
and sentimental?)
today i will let it pass.
let this be nothing.
but tomorrow when
you touch my hands
again,
i will not guess.
i will ask you
(are you seducing me?)
(am i getting old
not to notice this
kind of
body sale?)
tomorrow i will not let this pass.
i will not ask you.
i will get a confirmation.
(will you kiss me on the lips?)
is love an issue here?
i will not ask you.
tomorrow, if this continues,
i will give you a note.
share my bed with me.
tonight,10 pm sharp.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I didn't want to take the guitar solos down note-for-note, but more or less use them as a map, and keep all the hooks from the guitar playing, and let myself come through.
quote by Brian Setzer
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I guess fortunate that I'm still around and I emphasize I guess because you never can tell what musicians would be playing had they been around as long as I have.
quote by Sonny Rollins
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I couldn't imagine playing someone young now; it would be so boring.
quote by Francesca Annis
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I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.
quote by Jennifer Aniston
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I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.
quote by Jennifer Aniston
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Mailbox Opens By Itself?
How does a mailbox open all by itself?
No, it needed a human’s help.
You opened it, then looked in,
you saw the note,
you were caught again.
So you played Sherry
with your stupid little lie,
your made up false alibi.
“All the mailbox doors
open just like M.D’s.”
“I” tried your game
this morning
it didn’t budge or
even squeak.
I could sit there all day
long opening mailboxes
till I’m blue in the face,
NO movement from my
mailbox not even a trace.
See last week you were
in my mailbox
and you took the 1st note out,
you were scared
without a doubt.
See the mailman put
mail in after that,
so this week you went
on your little rant.
You called the cops
and stated your false case,
then put a note outside my place.
Making me take the note out
before the mailman got there
the very next day,
so that I would think
the mailman took the
first note last week away.
But SEE the mail did come today,
and guess what the note did STAY.
So how did you know the note was
still in my mailbox today
and why would you care?
Because you are GUILTY
and so you dared.
You looked again—what a fool—
Like you think I’m stupid?
No, I’m on to you.
Now take your old dog
and your lying ____
and move out
while you still have
the chance.
Written on March 15,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Dream
His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone,
They sent him doun to the minors cause he wore out his arm,
But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids it seems
So he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money
Cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play.
Hes been in the saddle since he was a kid
The rodeo came but he keeps it well hid
And someday hell have to set his pony free
But til he does hell be riding the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money,
cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.
We aint getting no younger and that is the truth
But these games we keep playin, theyre our fountain of youth.
From boston to boulder and down to orleans
From highlights to lowlife and everything in between
Well I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeans
But we still feel like playing and living the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money,
cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Perhaps to Basho the twins are boring
He himself does not want
To be imitated
Too boring like
A melon cut into half
Mirroring each other
Aren’t these twins
Boring?
Or Basho was just envious
He may be a poet of his age
But his poems never bore
Him a son
Or a mirror of his own face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why did I spend all these years playing boring Europeans? I was made for action movies.
quote by Asia Argento
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I Am Never The Best In Anything
I AM NEVER THE BEST IN ANYTHING
I am never the best in anything
Sometimes I am second best
Often I am just mediocre.
A second son
I am never more than second
In all I do.
As I write this poem
I think of many
More rich in metaphor
More wise in complex rhyme
More dazzling in vocabulary
Deeper in Beauty and Meaning
Than me.
Second best, mediocre
Maybe worse
The poet of endless literal complaints
About his own poetry.
Boring boring boring
Second best
Second rate
Not great.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry
Why is poetry so boring?
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
Why is poetry so boring?
Some thing it's the art,
But it's an art how?
Poetry comes from the heart,
No wonder boys frown.
Some this it's the words,
With their displeasure,
They are like sour milk curds,
Which are too big to measure.
Poetry is boring,
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
That's why poetry is boring.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Loaded Dice
By dickey betts and warren haynes
(c) 1990 cbs records, inc.
Transcribed by matt dickie
Pocket full of money
Got a big smile all on my face
Boy and I can charm the diamonds
Right off the back of a rattlesnake
But youve got me so confused
Cut me cold as ice
I aint used to losing
Guess Im playing with loaded dice
Well the first time that I saw you
Said youd just dumped your old man
Then the next time you was dealin
Must have dealt me a losing hand
Woman I tried to win your love
Just cant pay the price
Keep throwing in sevens
I keep on playing with loaded dice
Well I thought I was a hustler
But you sent me back to school
Keep playing some new game
Making up your own rules
Must be some kind of crazy
Let you fool me twice
I dont know why
I keep playing with loaded dice
Well, tonight I hit the jackpot
I was shining like a diamond ring
Lady luck was smiling
And the old snake charmer was doing his thing
You saw the tables turn
Man it sure felt nice
Now we see whos laughing
Now we see whos playing with the loaded dice
Girl you aint like nothing
Ive ever seen before
Keep throwing in aces
I keep coming back for more
Guess I should have listened
But you cant give a fool advice
Dont know why I keep playing with loaded dice.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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My agent was ambitious for me. But going out and chasing it? No, I'd rather work in my vegetable garden or play with my kid. I guess I'm kind of boring.
quote by Kathleen Quinlan
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