It were a real increase of human happiness, could all young men from the age of nineteen be covered under barrels, or rendered otherwise invisible; and there left to follow their lawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the age of twenty-five.
quote by Thomas Carlyle
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1924: A Love Story
The day you walked in
Stood on my door
You were nineteen
I was twenty four.
A look at your face
Weakened my knees
In your sweet fairness
I experienced bliss.
Throbbed hard my heart
My body felt so light
That spelt the start
Of my love at first sight!
The day you walked in
There wasn't anymore
Happiness for nineteen
Peace for twenty four.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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When I Grow Up
When i grow up to be a man
Will i dig the same things that turn me on as a kid?
Will i look back and say that i wish i hadn't done what i did?
Will i joke around and still dig those sounds
When i grow up to be a man?
Will i look for the same things in a woman that i dig in a girl?
(fourteen fifteen)
Will i settle down fast or will i first wanna travel the world?
(sixteen seventeen)
Now i'm young and free, but how will it be
When i grow up to be a man?
Oooooo ooooooo oooooooo
Will my kids be proud or think their old man is really a square?
(eighteen nineteen)
When they're out having fun yeah, will i still wanna have my share?
(twenty twenty-one)
Will i love my wife for the rest of my life
When i grow up to be a man?
What will i be when i grow up to be a man?
(twenty-two twenty-three)
Won't last forever
(twenty-four twenty-five)
It's kind of sad
(twenty-six twenty-seven)
Won't last forever
(twenty-eight twenty-nine)
It's kind of sad
(thirty thirty-one)
Won't last forever
(thirty-two...)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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When I Grew Up
When I grow up to be a man
Will I dig the same things that turn me on as a kid?
Will I look back and say that I wish I hadnt done what I did?
Will I joke around and still dig those sounds
When I grow up to be a man?
Will I look for the same things in a woman that I dig in a girl?
(fourteen fifteen)
Will I settle down fast or will I first wanna travel the world?
(sixteen seventeen)
Now Im young and free, but how will it be
When I grow up to be a man?
Oooooo ooooooo oooooooo
Will my kids be proud or think their old man is really a square?
(eighteen nineteen)
When theyre out having fun yeah, will I still wanna have my share?
(twenty twenty-one)
Will I love my wife for the rest of my life
When I grow up to be a man?
What will I be when I grow up to be a man?
(twenty-two twenty-three)
Wont last forever
(twenty-four twenty-five)
Its kind of sad
(twenty-six twenty-seven)
Wont last forever
(twenty-eight twenty-nine)
Its kind of sad
(thirty thirty-one)
Wont last forever
(thirty-two...)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The restriction of studies of human intellect and character to studies of conscious states was not without influence on a scientific studies of animal psychology.
quote by Edward Thorndike
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The Will Makes The Way
He left a will to share his nineteen horses:
A half to his son; a quarter to daughter;
One fifth to his maid. Indivisible;
A wise man was sought, who came on his horse.
He placed his horses with nineteen horses.
Making it to twenty, he did as the will bid.
Ten to son, five to daughter and four to maid.
He took his. If will is there, way will form.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies
On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.
You see them wearing wigs to hide their baldness
And they use hair dyes to cover their gray
But they can't seem to hide their big pot bellies
And that of course a natural give away.
You see them with the finest of young women
Quite beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
They snuggle up to their old sugar daddies
Not much of course that money cannot buy.
They seem so proud to be seen with young beauties
How vain and stupid some old men can be
These women only want them for their money
But for some strange reason this they cannot see.
These women do not love their sugar daddies
They only use them for financial gain
And how these old men can't tell true love from falseness
Is something way beyond me to explain.
It doesn't mean if you are older you are wiser
For wisdom to an old man can't be taught
They think young women love them not their money
But they forget that women can be bought.
Some women put money ahead of feelings
And to the weakness of wealthy older men they play
They lead the fool on further for his money
But women on a whole are not that way.
You always see them with the finest women
Young and beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
These ageing 'sugar daddies' of the Gold Coast
There is not much that money cannot buy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Why Should I Be That Optimistic?
If I was given the opportunity each day,
To seek a happiness with that on my mind to pursue...
Why would I spend twenty three hours of it,
Being negative and feeling as miserable as possible?
'That's a real good question.
Especially when one has been given twenty four.
To me...
That would be a wasted day.'
But...
You would still have one hour left.
'To do what?
It already takes me a full two hours,
To find someone to listen to my complaints.
And why should I be that optimistic? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Magic of Numbers
The Magic of Numbers—1
How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!
I was twenty-six, and you were twenty-two.
The Magic of Numbers—2
You asked me if I wanted to run, but I said no and walked on.
I was nineteen, and you were seven.
The Magic of Numbers—3
Yes, but does X really like us?
We were both twenty-seven.
The Magic of Numbers—4
You look like Jerry Lewis (1950).
The Magic of Numbers—5
Grandfather and grandmother want you to go over to their house for dinner.
They were sixty-nine, and I was two and a half.
The Magic of Numbers—6
One day when I was twenty-nine years old I met you and nothing happened.
The Magic of Numbers—7
No, of course it wasn’t I who came to the library!
Brown eyes, flushed cheeks, brown hair. I was twenty-nine, and you were sixteen.
The Magic of Numbers—8
After we made love one night in Rockport I went outside and kissed the road
I felt so carried away. I was twenty-three, and you were nineteen.
The Magic of Numbers—9
I was twenty-nine, and so were you. We had a very passionate time.
Everything I read turned into a story about you and me, and everything I did was turned into a poem.
“The Magic of Numbers” from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 2006 by Kenneth Koch.
poem by Kenneth Koch
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Ballad Of Bodacious
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull
over nineteen hundred pounds.
He's born in Galry, Oklahoma
and he's the baddest sonsabitch around
if a Burma bull ever were a super star
then Bodacious just might be.
He's a cream colored, beefy brawn,
full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity.
Who's gonna ride Bodacious?
Who's gonna tame him down?
Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground.
Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside.
Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride.
Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman
at the start of his buckin' spree
and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle
back in Nineteen Ninety Three.
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals
in Nineteen Ninety Five.
Bodacious had got a little older and wiser
Tuff barely came out alive.
song performed by by Primus
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The passage wayto happiness
The passage way to happiness,
Isn't the trail to follow,
It doesn't take you anywhere,
But leads you to sorrow.
Theres no trail of happiness,
Only the people that surrounds you,
The only people that will make you smile,
Are the people you know and follow.
The passage way to happiness,
Isn't something to look for,
Something like that doesn't seem so real,
But only in the shows we love to watch.
Don't blieve in what people tell you,
That theres a trail that leads you to happiness,
They just wanna see you smile....
The passage way to happiness,
In nothing near reality,
But the people around you say its true,
And they say its somewhere around the world.
Dont go around this world,
Just to find that lonely trail of happiness,
Cause you will never find it,
I dont mean to mean so mean,
BUt I'm just tell you the truth,
But theres no way to find a trail of happiness,
If its not even true.
The passage way to happiness,
Is only in your imagination,
You think its so real,
Just beacause people say its true.
Who would you truly believe,
Yourself or the people that surrounds you,
When it comes to that,
I would rely on myself,
Not on the company of others.
The passage way to happiness,
Is a figment of my imagination,
But the reality of my friends are real,
Since they make me laugh and smile,
When they see me sad.
My peers really know me,
Since they are always so concerned,
When I'm feeling down,
They have a way to make me smile,
Thats my passage way of happiness,
But theres no trail for me to follow.
poem by Gothic Fairy Princess
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When Fate Comes Calling
Thinking of her, while being with you
Mixed emotions, can cut you in two
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
Multi millionaires doing it tough
Losing at monopoly, just ain't never enough
Take it to the real world, then break it half
Don't roll the dice and land on me, I've had enough
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
Don't take it to heart, don't take it for granted
Get out of jail free, is the eleventh commandment
Never a time, when it hasn't been needed
Take it like a man, use it while you can
What you gonna do, when fate comes callings
What you gonna do when fate comes calling, on you
What you gonna do, when fate comes calling
The sound of the telephone, what should I do?
Jump out the window,
Ants in the back yard, coming out to play
No rain today
Going round in circles
Carry above their weight
Copyright Colin Coplin 2012
poem by Colin Coplin
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The Invisible Man
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man,
Incredible how you can,
See right through me,
When you hear a sound,
That you just cant place
Feel somethin move
That you just cant trace,
When something sits
On the end of your bed
Dont turn around
When you hear me tread.
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you.
Now Im in your room
And Im in your bed
And Im in your life
And Im in your head
Like the cia
Or the fbi
Youll never get close
Never take me alive
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello-hello-hello-hello,
Never had a real good friend - not a boy or a girl
No-one knows what Ive been through - let my flag unfurl
So make my mark from the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
Now Im on your track
And Im in your mind,
And Im on your back
But dont look behind
Im your meanest thought
Im your darkest fear
Put Ill never get caught
You cant shake me, shake me dear,
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you
Look at me, look at me
song performed by by Queen
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Broken Freedom Song
Got a song about a soldier,
Ridin somewhere on a train
Empty sleeve pinned to his shoulder
And some pills to ease the pain
Started drinkin in el paso,
He was drunk in san antone,
Tellin strangers who were sleepin
How he hated goin home
Just a simple song of freedom,
He was never fightin for,
No ones listenin when you need em,
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.
Got a song about a sister,
Waitin somewhere by the phone,
For some man who never missed her,
Ever since he come and gone
And its harder for a woman,
With a baby on the way,
Thats the price of bein human,
When youre poor enough to pay,
So she listens to the freedom,
In the silence at her door
No ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more
Got a song about a savior,
Lookin lonesome and afraid,
At a city full of strangers,
And a cross he never made
And hes sadder than hes wiser,
And a longer way from home,
And he wonders why his father,
Left him bleeding and alone.
Just a broken song of freedom,
And the closing of a door,
No ones missin till you need em
Aint no fun to sing that song no more.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Well, I wanted to play twenty years in the major leagues. I never made it twenty though. I played nineteen.
quote by Bert Campaneris
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Love & Happiness
Well were dropping our bombs
In the southern hemisphere
And people are starving
That live right here
And theyre tearing down walls
In the name of peace
And theyre killing each other
In the middle east
Chorus:
But love and happiness
Have forgotten our names
And theres no value left
In love and happiness
They raise the price of oil
And they censor our mouths
If you are a young couple today
Forget buying a house
And we wage our wars
In the neighbourhoods
We kill the young to feed the old
And men that aint no good
Chorus:
Yeah, but love and happiness
Have forgotten our names
And theres no value left
In love and happiness
So if you sell arms
Or if you run dope
You got respect
And you got hope
But the rest of us die
On your battle fields
With wounds that fester and bleed
But never heal
Chorus:
Yeah love and happiness
Have forgotten our names
And theres no value left
In love and happiness
And love and happiness
Yeah love and happiness
Have forgotten our names
And theres no value left
In love and happiness
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Walk Invisible, Pt 1
An angel here
An angel there
Glory here
Glory there
So a walk in the invisible
A blessing here
A blessing there
A treasure here
A treasure there
So a walk in the invisible
Joy here
Joy there
Here happiness
There happiness
So a walk in the invisible
Angel guiding
Angel protecting
Angel encouraging
Angel enlightening
So a walk in the invisible
A demon scared
A demon running
A demon afraid
A demon vanishing
So a walk in the invisible
A soul afflicted
A soul cherished
A soul helped
A soul encouraged
So a walk in the invisible
A walk in the invisible
So interesting so inspiring
An interaction with the invisible beings
A realm of pure glory and pure joy
And so a walk in the invisible continues
poem by Obed Akuma
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The One before the Last
I dreamt I was in love again
With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
Of that innocent young past.
But I jumped to feel how sharp had been
The pain when it did live,
How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten
Were Hell in Nineteen-five.
The boy's woe was as keen and clear,
The boy's love just as true,
And the One Before the Last, my dear,
Hurt quite as much as you.
* * * * *
Sickly I pondered how the lover
Wrongs the unanswering tomb,
And sentimentalizes over
What earned a better doom.
Gently he tombs the poor dim last time,
Strews pinkish dust above,
And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime!
But this - ah, God! - is Love!"
- Better oblivion hide dead true loves,
Better the night enfold,
Than men, to eke the praise of new loves,
Should lie about the old!
* * * * *
Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.
But here's the worst of it -
I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty,
You ever hurt a bit!
poem by Rupert Brooke (1910)
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One Before the Last, The
I dreamt I was in love again
With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
Of that innocent young past.
But I jumped to feel how sharp had been
The pain when it did live,
How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten
Were Hell in Nineteen-five.
The boy's woe was as keen and clear,
The boy's love just as true,
And the One Before the Last, my dear,
Hurt quite as much as you.
* * * * *
Sickly I pondered how the lover
Wrongs the unanswering tomb,
And sentimentalizes over
What earned a better doom.
Gently he tombs the poor dim last time,
Strews pinkish dust above,
And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime!
But THIS -- ah, God! -- is Love!"
-- Better oblivion hide dead true loves,
Better the night enfold,
Than men, to eke the praise of new loves,
Should lie about the old!
* * * * *
Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.
But here's the worst of it --
I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty,
YOU ever hurt abit!
poem by Rupert Brooke
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Expecting You
I am a woman and i know the father of my child,
But holding up the silver side of love to tell you my story;
For i am nineteen years old and, i am like a woman of words already!
One mile from 'Mile-Seven',
One word from 'Mile-Eleven',
And like a small world from 'Mile-Twelve'! !
But invisible with my passion to him who impregnated me;
For i am nineteen years old and, i am like a woman of words.
I am now in a world of my own and,
It is just like another day without the rain;
But are you ready to follow me into the woods with my child? !
For i have been expecting you lately on this issue of mine,
Because i am a woman and i know the father of my child;
But holding up the silver sde of love to tell you my story!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Innocence's Misery
a tear is torturing a heart filled with grief
and the shadows of humanity prevents the relief
the smoke of cruelty obscures the sun of life
that war continues till our brother we have to fight
human is not perfectly made as god is
selfishness and greed have led us to this
self love and pleasures are the drugs of blindess
human being is so blind till he's punishing the innocence
the society has become like an enraged volcano
and the flames of lava will burn our combo
till the music of joy turns to tragedy
that happiness we used to have becomes misery
free their blood and release their veins
the real question is where is our brain
we still want more we still want everything
when the innocence is crying and our futur is bleeding
poem by Sahar Alameddine
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