I gave up writing blurbs because you make one friend and 200 enemies.
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Goading the Muse
this man used to be an
interesting writer,
he was able to say brisk and
refreshing things.
at the time
I suggested to the editors and
the critics that he was one to
be watched
and also that he had hardly yet been
noticed
and that he certainly should now be
noticed.
this writer used some of my
remarks as blurbs for his
books, which I didn't
mind.
all of his publications were little
chapbooks, 16 to 32
pages,
mimeographed.
they came out at a
rapid rate,
perhaps three or four a
year.
the problem was that each
chapbook seemed a little weaker
than the one that preceded
it
but he continued to use my old
blurbs.
my wife noticed the change
in his writing
too.
'what's happened to his
writing?' she asked me.
'he's doing too much of it, he's
pushing it out, forcing it.'
'this stuff is bad, you ought to
tell him to stop using your
blurbs.'
'I can't do that, I just wish he
wouldn't publish so much.'
'well, you publish all the
time too.'
'with me,' I told her, 'it's
different.'
yesterday I received another of his
little chapbooks
with his delicate dedication scrawled
on the title page.
this latest effort was totally
flat.
the words just fell off the
page,
dead on
arrival.
where had he gone?
too much ambition?
too much just doing it for the sake
of doing it?
just not waiting for the words to
pile up inside and then
explode of their own
volition?
I decided then I should take a whole week
off,
be on the safe side,
just shut the computer down,
forget the whole damned silly
business
for awhile.
as I said, that was
yesterday.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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Mr. James Dean
All the king's horses
Wouldn't make me believe
Even when the walls come crashing down
You still can never be
A rebel without a cause
A rebel to the first degree
Why don't you stop trying so hard?
Cause there's no men, man enough to be
Another James Dean
You're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cause you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning
There will never be another James Dean
You'll never be James Dean
All the faces you're making
Save it for the scene
And All the people you're faking
Why was it only me?
I saw right into your eyes
And you're just not so deep
I've had too many cries
Mr. Prince Charming
Sorry, you could never be
Cause you're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cause you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning, the world stops turning
Now you move to the next town
Next set, next girl, have fun baby
I'm taking back my world
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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A Friend.
The summer was warm,
it gave me delight,
for all i needed, was a friend,
that would hold me tight.
A friend to hug,
a friend to help,
a friend whose there,
when i yelp.
The day was lovely,
my heart was warm,
at last, a phone call!
but sweat filled my palm.
It was a beautiful summers day,
it gave me the chills!
i just need a,
friend to sit on the hills.
My Dear Friend
you have been there for me no matter what
you have pick me up when i fall down
my dear friend
you are the reason why i am still alive
you are the reason why i can love again
because of you i have the strength to fight against enemies
you understand the pain i'm going through
you make me stand up on my feet
my dear friend
you have always there waiting for my call
you have always put a smile on my face when i feel sad
my dear friend
what would i do without you
who would i be without you
you never avoided me like everybody else
god drift us apart
we no longer see each other face again
my dear friend
everything seems different and harder when you're here
my tears are like waterfall
they keep on falling
my dear friend
please come back into my life
holding hands in the darkness
sing our favorite song until we fall asleep
my dear friend
let finish what we has started together
alone it will take years
my dear friend
you fight my fight
you got my back
my dear friend
how could i thank you
what should i do to please you
oh my dear, dear friend
it is a pleasure to have you as a friend
thank you my dear, dear friend
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Lost all the way,
Lost all the way,
Lost all the way,
That they believe,
You must believe me,
That they were percolating,
These enemies wanna see me gone,
But not for eternity that they lost,
Lost all the way,
They were not found,
They were not that Stars that I never believed,
Believe me,
That you are the snitch,
You are that fool that is a Jack,
You are that man that is never writing new ideas,
You are that man,
Lost all the way,
You must never be knowing this is me,
But you are that man,
Keep em waiting,
But I see that you never gave you what you demanded.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Let Go
I'am ready let go and this it
I feel so alone again
I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night
And I pray that you believe in me
You gave me my strength
To face another day alone
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause i can't let go of you
This world brings me down again
I know that I need you
To help me make it through the night
And I know that you're the one for me
You gave me my strength to face another day alone
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause I can't let go no I can't let go
As time passes by I find
Things never seem to change
When i feel alone
You bring me back to you
And I need you now my friend
More than you know yah
When will we meet again
Cause I can't let go of you
No I cant let go
song performed by by 12 Stones
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Blue Pen
A pen, what is a pen?
An instrument for writing, a tool, a path to wisdom?
Or is much more than that?
What means this blue pen to my heart?
I'm writing with this pen all my thoughts, my hopes,
I'm keep it in my hand to help my ideas flow,
This blue pen is the bearer of all my joy and pain,
And when i'm writing, its blue ink holds my dreams.
I'm writing with my blue pen,
Which he gave it to me,
To never forget and to write,
Our impossible love story in the book of life.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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My Heart Is With All Those Who Did Not Make It
MY HEART IS WITH ALL THOSE WHO DID NOT MAKE IT
My heart is with all those who did not make it-
Who never got there
Who aspired and tried
And worked hard
And did not make it.
I know -
For forty years
I have been one of us.
Out there alone- trying
Writing and writing
Getting nowhere.
Let us in the very act of the Writing
Be for once-
Our own critics and judges
And say,
“We have done something
We are real now
Nameless or not
Our poems are here.”
-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Picked Me Up
You picked me up not so long ago
gave me a reason to carry on.
You gave me hope and determination
when I thought all that was gone.
You had the drive I had the ambition
and you urged me every step along the way,
but now I am losing you
and I am so far away.
I know I cannot get back to you
before the Lord takes you away.
I can only sit and worry
at what you are going through.
My heart stretches out across the miles
hoping it could be there
to comfort you as a friend
when you need comfort the most.
Heaven is calling out for you
to take you away from family and friends
and I can only sit here and remember
how you picked me up not so long ago.
9 April 2012
Author's Note:
This was written for a good friend who lives in Canada and I went to school with and who is now dying of cancer. She got me back into writing again five years ago.
poem by David Harris
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It is better to decide a difference between enemies than friends, for one of our friends will certainly become an enemy and one of our enemies a friend.
quote by Pierre Jean de Beranger
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To A Special Friend
To a special friend that helped me during my darkest days.
To a special friend that showed me that loves comes in many ways.
To a special friend that is able to understand my grueling pain.
To a special friend that helped me find all my lost remains.
To a special friend that showed me the light.
To a special friend that fought by my side when I couldnt handle the fight.
To a special friend that helped me stand on the days I fell apart.
To a special friend that healed this torn heart.
For all the peace you brought me.
For all the love you gave me.
For the hand you have given me.
For the courage you gave me to live another day
To that special friend that helped me realized the truth
I say Thank You..
You will love, the dead.
A friend I loved
a friend I wanted
a friend I needed
a friend I adored
but she never believed
a friend I respected most
a friend I cared most
a friend I believed most
a friend I trusted most
a friend I wrote to most
she is now the one I ignore most.
a friend I most thought about
a friend I wished for the best.
I will always never know the best
a friend whio turned to be the beast
in all my love like a predator in forest
I was harmless to her like a dove
I wish I could live as brave as a lion
the girl I gave a valentine day to run.
See she is furious on me like eagle.
She is as crue as death, to my life
she is fierce to me as a grave
all I know, if you come back
you hate me, only you will love me
when Iam dead,
poem by Samweli Butobi
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My Sister
Hey girl, it's me
I just called to tell you hi
Call me when you get this
Haven't talked lately
So hard to find the time
Give the boys a big kiss
Tell them that I miss them
By the way I miss you too
I was thinkin' just today
About how we used to play
Barbie Dolls and make up
Tea parties, dress up
I remember how we'd fight
Then make up and laugh all night
Wish we were kids again
My sister, my friend
Oh yeah, before I go
I met someone
I think I really like him
I was just wonderin' if I'm jumpin' the gun
By goin' out on a limb
And invite him home for Christmas
To meet the family
Seems just like yesterday
You brought home ol' whats his name
He had been drinkin'
What were you thinkin'
After dinner he passed out
We can laugh about it now
We've learned a lot since then
My sister, my friend
Do you think you could come and see me sometime soon
We could just hang out like we used to
It's late and I should go
But I can't hang up the phone
Until I tell you what I don't tell you enough
Even though at times it seemed
We were more like enemies
I'd do it all again
My sister, my friend
Oh, my sister, my friend
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Saying the unspeakable
Such as President Obama
may not say it; but I
who am nobody, may speak it:
the God of many names and One
does not wish division;
you and I (there are no others?)
do not wish division;
who makes division?
Why do all seek an ‘enemy’?
The dispossessed invent an enemy
on whom to blame their plight;
the rich invent an enemy
to excuse their greed;
those who worship God under one name
make enemy of those who worship God
under another name;
even those who worship God under the same name
make sects in order to invent an enemy;
is it because it is easier
to make an enemy than a friend?
is it easier to fear
than to love?
is it easier to hate
than to love?
is it easier to count to two
than think of three or one?
do we feel more powerful
if we have an enemy?
and now we fire at enemies
invisible beyond the horizon..
are enemies more attractive
to our life than friends?
Tell me, poets, tell me, sages;
tell me, saints; oh tell me God;
tell me, arithmeticians:
when division multiplies
our enemies, why do we
so love division?
The God of many names and One
makes division in Himself
with love and without hate;
you and I (there are no others?)
love each other all the more
in the sameness of our differences;
does human kind
now hate itself so much?
who thinks division, loves division?
makes an enemy of otherness?
forgets that God is One?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Lady Yesterday
(kinky friedman)
If I made a wish for every sacred star
Falling just outside of heavens window,
If I had the songs from davids old guitar
And the dreams Ive left behind me on my pillow
And if I gave them all to you,
If I took the fall for you
Could you make it spring ?
Lady yesterday,
You smiled just like a lover and a friend.
Lady yesterday,
You danced like it was yesterday again.
They say that loves a paper boat upon the sea,
They say that love is a reflection on the river.
They say that loves a thing thats never meant to be,
They say that loves a thing thats meant to be forever.
And if I gave it all to you,
If I took the fall for you,
Could you make it spring ?
Lady yesterday,
You smiled just like a lover and a friend.
Lady yesterday,
You danced like it was yesterday again.
Hmm, hmm, hmm ...
Hmm, hmm, hmm ...
Hmm, hmm, hmm ...
Hmm, hmm, hmm ...
And if I gave it all to you,
If I took the fall for you,
Could you make it spring ?
Lady yesterday,
You smiled just like a lover and a friend,
Lady yesterday,
You danced like it was yesterday again.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Differences between a Good Friend and a Bad Friend
A good friend would wait for you;
So you could both walk to the bus;
A bad friend would just leave impatient;
“I’d rather go hang with Gus.”
A good friend would help with a chore;
Even if it’s taking out the trash;
A bad friend would just smirk;
“If only you gave me cash.”
A good friend would listen;
To whatever you have to say;
A bad friend would cover your mouth;
“Quit blabbering away! ”
A good friend would say “Come on over.”
Whenever you feel like you’re alone;
A bad friend would yell at your face;
“Just go on back home! ”
A good friend would phone;
To ask how you are;
A bad friend wouldn’t care;
“Wanna go to the bar? ”
A good friend will cheer you up;
Whenever you feel sad;
A bad friend would laugh;
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
A good friend would stand up for you;
When blamed for a crime;
A bad friend would walk away;
“Oh look at the time.”
A good friend would come to your funeral;
And leave flowers in your wake;
A bad friend would blow it off;
“It was his mistake! ”
poem by Jessica Lopez
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My Best Friend
My alarm bark
Every morning
We're on the deck
Then back inside
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My protector
I know that bark
A warning to all
Someting isn't right
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My foot warmer
You sat by me
Content and happy
Just to be there
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My listener
You heard me
Tell those stories
Time and again
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
poem by Paul H Nelson
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Fiddle And The Drum
And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again
Oh, America my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But we can remember
All the good things you are
And so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the star
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of your drum
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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