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The Old Checkered Coat
Seems like yesterday,
that I went out to paly,
in my old checkered coat,
my, how memories float.
My mom would say,
before you play,
put on your checkered coat
my, how memories float.
I remember the day,
I heard my mother sy,
here's your new checkered coat
my, how memories float.
Now today, I say goodbye,
in the box it goes, as I cry,
goodbye, goodbye old checkered coat,
my, how momories float
Song for girl in checkered shawl
gentle girl
in checkered shawl
in Safonkovo,
the artist's village
charming girl
and of delicate smile
in your simple rustic clothes
like any other girl everywhere
with her dreams, her loves
flowering in time, coming of age
with nature's rhythms
girl of desires and wishes
and warmth and good heart
anonymous, unknown
and growing and marrying and begetting
and loving and nurturing and passing
in time past, another age
another clime
and this your lovely smile
that reaches us from your village
this the beauty of you
O girl in checkered shawl
in Safonkovo
the artist's village
this look of you, Venetsianov
sends from the distant past -
this
I breathe in like
I breathe the fresh air
in an early Spring morning,
O darling girl of Safonkovo
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Well, you know, I've had a very checkered career.
quote by Sally Kellerman
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What Is To Be Given
What is to be given,
Is spirit, yet animal,
Colored, like heaven,
Blue, yellow, beautiful.
The blood is checkered by
So many stains and wishes,
Between it and the sky
You could not choose, for riches.
Yet let me now be careful
Not to give too much
To one so shy and fearful
For like a gun is touch.
poem by Delmore Schwartz
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Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Far better is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the grey twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt in The Man in the Arena
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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We are the World
Yes, there is no world without us.
Indeed Comrade!
But you are gone without a goodbye
By leaving the popular voice behind.
Kings, Queens, Rooks and Castles
One by one they leave in this unfair Checkered game.
Nobody wins and he who knows the rules
Better than us.
*Salutation to Michael Jackson who passed many boundaries.
My condolence to all his family members.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Living Doll
If you had such a checkered past
Then how come youre living today
I never wanted to bring it up
But whats the writing on your forehead say
Wide awake and lost, I dont feel anything at all
This sex appeal, I cant believe thats what its called
Hey
Here comes somebodys body
Who threw me away
The one and only living doll
I never liked the colder side of her
Or anybody
I never tired of puppet shows
cause I like the way that they talk
I never wanted to bring it up
But whats the writing on your forehead say
My biggest expectations put me on her train
My biggest expectations bring me home again
Hey
Here comes somebodys body
Who threw me away
The one and only living doll
I never liked the colder side of her
Or anybody
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Song of Despair
Her beauty wraps with a red checkered fabric
And her teary eyes with a shock of expectation of a better world.
Anytime there will be a blast somewhere.
She requests to stop the war.
Who listens?
They do not want to stop.
Why?
All are at the gambling table and they use these innocents as trump cards.
One day all these War veterans will be punished severely.
Who makes a harmless bomb and eradicate these nasty wars?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Heathen Town
We used to call it sin city
Now its gone way past that.
Painting the town
And then burning it down.
And even thats old hat.
Now there a choir of angles
And the fall of rome
Singing ave maria
Or home sweet home
Chorus:
Its just a heathen town
I hear only evil
As my tongue is tightened.
I used to be god-fearing
Now Im so frightened
cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp tailfin
Of your checquered cab (? )
Now I cant sit down,
Im going overboard
In this heathen town.
Starts as an a flirtation
And ends up as an expensive habit.
With one eye on her place (? ? )
And thats his prison
And the other on a girl
Dressed as a rabbit.
Now you can live forever
In your fits and starts
The only stake you cannot raise
Is the one driven through your heart.
Chorus
The people all said sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.
The people all said sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.
cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp lapels of your checkered coat.
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down,
Sit down youre rocking the boat.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Does The Bird Know-or Care?
I watch a bird fly by my window.
Does she know she is forty stories high?
Or does she just enjoy the sky?
For me this height is solidly earthbound.
Seated on windowed rock at balcony’s ledge.
I hear near never seen neighbor’s
cat a plaintive pleading cry.
Also earthbound gravity tamed
still caged in spacious family box.
I watch a bird fly by my window.
Does she know she is forty stories high?
Or does she just enjoy sweet scented summer sky?
Free from chess cross
checkered pavements
pounding confining cunning ways.
Rising up rushed resentful rhythm
homeless humanities
solitary trapped plaintive cry.
Cool air flows past her fleet flying form
upon chosen air currents is she freely borne.
Her sleek plumage is not old not worn
nor her young spirit pierced broken torn.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Past
Past is past.
It never comes.
It helps us something to learn.
Past lives may hurt us.
But It never ruins us.
Don't fight the past.
Let it go, always be simple, always be inspired.
There is no point going with the past.
There is the point going with present.
Past determines nothing.
Present determines something.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Cheap Date
wasted youth on
being wasted
tasting the lips of liars
with checkered pasts
playing the game
not playing the game
being game
taming
the shrew
I liked to shop
hunting for bargains
hunting for game
game over
he was no bargain
what is the price
you'll pay?
at what cost?
poem by L.K. Thayer
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Like A California King
i see you have made yourself
a brand new life
such a cool blue star
with a bright new shine
i see you wear your checkered past
just like a shining suit of gold
i know you think you look so special
i am told you have found yourself
a brand new time
watch the world stand still
as the years go by
i know you think you are new and different
but it makes no sense to me
there is nothing new about you
just another self-made man
there is nothing new that i can see
enjoy it while you can
i know you think you look so special
what makes you think you are so special?
what makes you think you are unique?
i see you smile and i get angry
as i watch you go colossal
like a california king
i hear you gave the world a brand new voice
such a happy melody with a new wave whine
yeah i see you hide behind your own noise
i think i've seen enough
i will find you in the crowded room
i will knock you off your feet
i will burn you just like teenage love
i will eat you just like meat
i will break you into pieces
hold you up for all the world to see
what makes you think
you are better than me?
what makes you think you are better?
what makes you think you are complete?
what makes you think
you are the only one
immune to falling down?
why can't you see?
i see you fall and i get happy
i will watch you burn like fire
i will watch you burn
like a california king
i will watch you burn
like a california king
song performed by by Everclear
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Breath by Breath
Our moments are precious and
Our time is now.
Use it wisely and use it well!
There is no connecting the past
And future. The presence is the
in-between and only lasts but
Less than a breath.
The presence is so fast,
a blink of an eye and it is the past!
Then are we really living our future with
each inhale and our past goes out
with each exhale?
Are is it really just a pretence of presence?
Future - Past,
Future - Past,
Future - Past!
poem by JDarrell Kirkley
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My Past
I can never let go of my past because my past has marked me
Every time I look down
Every time I look over
There is my past
The notches
The bold the non-mistakable scars
…the scars
My past
Each and every one has a story
Each and every one has a memory
Each and every one has brought tears to my eyes
For no story nor memory are of happiness, triumph, or glory
No, they are of fear, anxiety, self-hatred, paranoia, and loneliness
I can never let go of my past because my past will always be part of me
poem by Scarlet Mo Chroi
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The Confusion!
The closets full of clothes,
Which one to wear tomorrow,
So confused with color concept,
Checkered, floral and modern design,
Matching belt with right buckle,
Fine leather shoes, not dirtied,
A shelve overflows with sandals,
Slippers, boots and sneakers,
Sometimes feel like crying,
With the confusion of thoughts,
Of not able to choose and wear,
Those who have a few or two,
Pick up one and not waste time,
Wearing the worn out flip-flops.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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