When you stretch the truth, watch out for the snapback.
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poem by David Keig
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Sad But The Truth Is On
There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's a long and lonely,
Sentimental journey.
Sad but the truth is on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
Stretch Out And Wait
On the high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
What's at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(i really don't know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(i really don't know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, i don't know
What i do know is we're here and it's now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When there's no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
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Six Feet Below
Past the fence is where they lay,
This is their home, this is their ground,
This is where they cry,
In this place they rest and are never found.
Here he put them when he was through,
Here is the place he comes when his work is done,
They all lay and watch, they used to be few
Now it has become his hobby what he does for fun.
They want to tell you, they send you dreams,
Yet we block these dreams for we are scared,
We shall never know what it means,
And so we shall be in darkness and the pain will never be repaired.
In this hidden graveyard they lay,
They watch people walk past unknowing,
They watch them day by day.
Being the only ones that know the truth, they hold the knowing.
He does his work so quietly, so well,
That we never see him coming, we never know.
Is he saying the truth, the living will never be able to tell,
For if you want to know the truth you have to be six feet below.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Stretch Out & Wait
On the high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Oh, a three-day debate
On a high-rise estate
Whats at the back of your mind ?
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
Its the eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay
And general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile influences sway
This way and that way (this way)
This way and that way (this way)
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body, lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say
As we lie, you say
Stretch out and ...
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Oh ... let your puny body lie down, lie down
As we lie, you say :
Will the world end in the night time ?
(I really dont know)
Or will the world end in the day time ?
(I really dont know)
And is there any point ever having children ?
Oh, I dont know
What I do know is were here and its now
So ... stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
There is no debate, no debate, no debate
How can you conciously contemplate
When theres no debate, no debate ?
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
song performed by by Smiths
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A Poem from Transatlantic
Stretch sea
Stretch away sea and land
We are following thee
Thy lead is dangerous
And glorius
Stretch thyself and us
And make us live
To mount the ladder of horizons
Until we step upon the radiant plateau.
poem by Jean Toomer
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Truth and Lies
Is the truth beyond our lies,
Say what you want,
Watch what you say,
For our hidden lies, we must pay.
In the darkness of the night,
In the brightness of the day,
Truth and lies have gone astray.
Does your truth contain a lie?
Black as coal, the midnight sky.
Truth will shine,
It is the light,
To tell the truth,
With a soul so bright.
Is truth defined just in the mind?
In the Prince of Darkenss lies defined.
Love of the truth will scorn the Devil,
Our truth must stay at our highest level.
Of these shortcomings,
Are we aware?
That we speak of lies so unaware!
Every lie turns the truth aside,
Our secret truths, we sometimes hide.
poem by Philip Lore
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A Stretch Too Far (Fun Poem 119)
You wake up in the morning,
give your legs a stretch,
and have a stretch too far
that leaves you getting out of bed
quicker than you got in
then dancing around the bedroom
doing some crazy Irish jig
with a cramp in your legs,
which only happens when
you have a stretch too far.
24 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Stretch Your Wings
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Look up to the sky,
And find a place for you to fly!
Look me in my eyes!
And invite me,
With you to fly!
Together we can do...
So many fly bys!
Stretch your wings.
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we try!
You gotta...
Stretch those wings!
You can,
If you want to make it.
Me and you can do,
So much if we choose!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode To Boy
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)
song performed by by Yaz
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Ode To Boy
When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, I have to watch him.
(chorus)
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That Im in awe of his despair, but I am there
(chorus repeat)
song performed by by Yaz
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Her Ornament
never really meant to volunteer
felt the urge to stretch after a yawn
and accidentally raised my hand
i just want to be her special
someone who will never pioneer
i prefer to watch the mudd break off her heels
and turn into cement
i just want to be her ornament
her shadow seems much cooler
camouflage myself
and plan a splendid entrance
i just want to be her situation pending expectation...
i just want to be her ornament
i never really meant to volunteer
i fought the urge to stretch after a yawn
and accidentally lost my head
i just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation...
i just want to be her ornament
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Joker
You can stretch
The face only so much
Make the lines fade
For a while
But they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Inject the botox
Lips fuller
Eyes wider
Then they sag later
And then stretched
Some more
Stretch and pull
Inject again
Stretch and pull
Some more
Until the navel
Is the dimple
On the chin -
Joker.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Stretch
Stretch in the morning
when you open your eyes.
Stretch those muscles
before you arise.
Be like the cat
or dog you see
who won't make a move
til its muscles are free.
Stretch out your life.
Don't move so fast.
Move a little slower
to make it last.
Be like the cat
that has nine lives.
Fall gently.
That's how one survives
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Stature of Truth
Watch them closely.
Your greater life depends on this.
See their bodies, watch their faces,
listen to their sound, which is
now the sound that we all own.
Now see your self, seeing them;
watch your self, watching them;
listen to your self, listening
to yourself. This is the moment
grace graces us. Our grace.
This shelf-stacker with
a battered face; this
village lady with a homely build;
this child, who, simply, sings
as if that could not be more natural:
see them; watch them; listen to the sound.
See them in profile: nobility
now shapes their face;
this is what heroes are,
heroes who await our call.
They have surrendered to their self;
was it we who called them?
Are there times when truth itself
is impatient of release; cannot wait
for us to earn that?
Perhaps just a few bars, as the song
begins to take them over,
sings, them; perhaps the climax of the song,
when all we can do is wildly clap,
applaud ourselves for what they’ve told us
that we always knew: we too, heroes,
heroines, waiting for the call
to be ourselves:
for a few bars, their stature
is beyond measure; remind yourself,
you saw it, watched them, listened:
listened to the sound which says
this, my sound, is the sound
that can do anything. anything:
now I make the world anew.
For a few bars, they tell us
this, this is who we are,
every one of us; this is
what talent’s given for; this,
what we were made for;
this is how great we are.
This is the sound of truth
singing the truth of truth itself;
this is what grace can do.
This is who we are.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Truth Is Truth
Truth is
Weapons can not cut you
Fire can not burn you
Water can not wet you
Wind can not dry you
And You are in truth
You are the truth
2
I know truth is
Imperishable
I know truth is
Indefinable
I know truth is
Eternal
Pursuing truth
I know Truth is
Final.
3
Truth
We must recognized
Truth
Always present
And untruth has
No existence.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Remarkably Insincere
Yeah, I'm such a liar
One time I told you
You were the highlight
Of all of my sexual life
While I'm confessing
When you're undressing
I was picking the lock
On your safe with my knife
Einstein
If you're so naive
That you believe
Everything I said to you
Well, I got your sex
And wrote you rubber checks
Well, what did you think
I was gonna do
My reputation for exaggeration
It never got to you
That's why I left Duluth
Sometimes I stretch the truth
My dearest darling
You know that luggage
It belonged to the blond
With the really nice pair
And incidentally
I sorely missed you
The pain was so hard to bear
If I would rate you
Not that I hate you
But you would end up
Eighth, maybe ninth in your class
Your build is hot now
If you could use your
Brain like you use your ass
Oh, you're so naive
How could you believe
Everything I said to you
My reputation for exaggeration
It never got to you
Sometimes I'm so uncouth
Sometimes I stretch the truth
Hey, I'm such a liar
One time I told you
You were the highlight
Of all of my sexual life
I'm remarkably insincere
Incredibly insincere
Totally insincere
Oh don't take it so hard, my dear
I'm consistently insincere
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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La Booga Rooga
Writers: andy fairweather low
Dont look back, thatll get you nowhere
A wall to wall suit and space circus hair
One step forward, one step back
Thats what happens and thats a fact
To tell the truth, you raise up your hand
Dont write me no invitations in the sand
And when you talk, say what you mean
Just keep it dry, lord, and keep it clean
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
I dont know why and I cant explain
Why Im lost on a street with no name
But thats alright, thats okay
I just feel like Im slipping away
Satellite mama, if you are near
Hey, the partys over, now just get me outa here
Silent night, watch over me
See that nobody writes me into the dream
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
Im on fire, inside my head
Someone put out the light
And they sent the world to bed
Its not too late, but I just cant stop
I think this time Im going over the top
Hey, mr. dogface, please let me in
Say, dont you think that Im worth rememberin
Watch your step, watch what you do
cause you need me much more than I need you
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
Watch out for la booga rooga
Some you win and some you loosa
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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