Sometimes I can spend as long revising a manuscript as I spent writing it in the first place.
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I've Spent To Long
I've spent to long not caring,
I've spent to long away,
And now you want me back,
To live just like before,
You want to take my hand again,
You want my love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And my love it flew away.
I've spent to long in solitude,
I've spent to long in hope,
And now you want me in your arms,
To stay and hold you close,
You want to take my love again,
Feel despair take it's place,
But I've spent to long in solitude,
And you've lost this blood soaked race.
I've spent to long not caring,
Spent to long away,
Spent to long denying,
I've spent to long awake,
And now you want my slumber,
You want a love to stay,
But I've spent to long not caring,
And love? It fades away.
poem by Holly Heron
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I've Read A Lot Of Bukowski
wanting to be like him
in his writing style i read a lot about
Bukowski
I sniffed his wine and women
and his writing place
i've read every manuscript
and i begin to like him more than ever
not his style really but his
decision to be just himself
now like him i want to be nobody but myself too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Revising a screenplay is much more frustrating than revising a song because you have to read through the entire work again while you are changing stuff. It is a lot easier to edit a song.
quote by Kelly Jones
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I think the hardest part of writing is revising. And by that I mean the following: A novelist has to create the piece of marble and then chip away to find the figure in it.
quote by Chaim Potok
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Time spent
time spend living is time spend loving
time spent loving is time spent feeling
time spent feeling is time spent lying
time spent lying is time spend telling the truth
time spent telling the truth is time spend living
time spent living is now time spent dieing in happiness
poem by Brian Biggs
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Near You
There's just one place for me
Near you
It's like heaven to be
Near you
Times when we're apart
I can't face my heart
Say you'll never stray
More than just two lips away
*If my hours could be spent
Near you
I'd be more than content
Near you
Make my life worthwhile
By telling me that I'll
Spend the rest of my days
Near you
Repeat from *
I'll spend the rest of my days
Near you
Spend the rest of my days
Near you (and fade)
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Most Anything
Spend a night single
Spend a night sober
Then spend a night
Alone
Stranger...
Than what?
Ur-self
Ur-love
Ur-vanity
Can't always spend
A night
Alone
Hiding tears
Boy's on their knees
Begging
Forgiveness
Lies and pity
Loving that thought
Of spending
A night spent
Pushing for
A night spent
Chasing the sun
Who's burst burn
Causes tears
That can't be held
Even by boy's
Spending the night
On the end
Laughing
poem by Aric Wilsie
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Green Grow the Rashes
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
There's nought but care on ev'ry han',
In every hour that passes, O
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
The warl'y race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O
An' tho' at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' warl'y cares an' war'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
For you sae douce, ye sneer at this
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow the rashes, O
Green grow the rashes, O
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent among the lasses, O
poem by Robert Burns
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Plus, we spend most of our time writing music. Most of the time is spent in the studio in my house.
quote by Warren Cuccurullo
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No reciprocal
I spend least on my parents
Who have spent all on me.
I spend all on my kids
Who aren’t going to spend for me.
No reciprocal in race upkeep.
31.08.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Writing Poems and Chatting (Free Verse)
I am sorry
If I don't stay up
All night
Writing poems
And chatting
Now
I do spend
a lot of time
Watching t.v.
I have heard
Somewhere
That watching to much
T.v.
Is not recommended
Maybe
One day
I will go back
To writing poems
All night long
I wonder
How many
Of you readers
Watch t.v.
All night long
Or listen
To songs
On the radio
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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I Don't Care
I don't care where I live my life
As long as I have you,
I don't care where my home is
As long as there is us two,
I don't care if we live in a house
Or in a mansion, or even a cave,
I just want you at my side
Where together, forever we will stay,
I don't care to count out my money
Every nickel, penny, quarter or dime,
I don't care to spend all of our money
On our place that is yours and mine,
I don't care if the nights are cold
At the place that we will call home.
I don't care if the days are hot
As long as I have you and I am not alone,
I don't care what country we are in
Or where finally we will lay our roots,
I don't care what language me might speak
As long as I can still say I love you,
I don't care where I sleep at night
Whether it be a hut, or cabin, tent or igloo,
I don't care where I wake up in the morning
As long as I wake up next to you,
I don't care if we have one room
At the place that we will spend our life,
I don't care what people might ever say
All I care is to have you as my wife.
poem by Randy McClave
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The usual way - through a long series of rejections, revising my manuscripts, and kept trying again and again. Finally I was fortunate enough to find a good agent.
quote by Danielle Steel
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A Long Time Ago
Seems like such a long time ago,
I was walking on a lonely road.
Getting tired of dreaming alone,
like all the lonely people I had known.
Seems like such a long time ago,
there was no one who would share my song.
I was just a boy far from home,
but I became a man when you came along.
We spent the whole night talking.
You said you'd like to see the sun rise.
But in the gold of morning,
was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes.
I was so afraid to touch you,
thought you were too young, you know.
So I just watched you sleeping.
Then you woke and said to me,
The night is cold, it frightens me.
I could sleep so easy next to you.
Wasn't very long ago,
you said that you would like to share my role.
Then you started singing my song.
Spent so many nights a-waiting,
Lets not spend a moments wasting time,
because we have very far to go.
I will go if you will take me,
I have never had a lover.
I am young but I am so alone.
We spent the whole night talking.
But in the gold of morning....
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Willingly bequeathing
I earned more than I spent.
I spent more time to earn
And less time to have respite.
I leave enough wealth behind.
I don’t wish that I spent.
I don’t regret I didn’t spend.
I willingly bequeath
Lest kids should suffer and curse.
09.08.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kabir reading 'Kabir
See this fine manuscript
so beautifully illuminated round the picture –
why, it’s none other than Kabir!
reading a book entitled The Poems of Kabir;
he’s smiling, laughing, waving his hands –
how can he be enjoying himself so much?
The manuscript doesn’t tell you this;
only Kabir can tell you, in that other place..
of all the poems, he only recognises two
as poems that he wrote himself..
but here’s Kabir’s delight today:
many of the other poems, he thinks,
could pass for his!
How wonderful to be so praised in spirit!
As he reads – see, he’s circled round with angels;
they’re all laughing too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Kabir reads 'Kabir
See this fine manuscript
so beautifully illuminated round the picture –
why, it’s none other than Kabir!
reading a book entitled The Poems of Kabir;
he’s smiling, laughing, waving his hands –
how can he be enjoying himself so much?
The manuscript doesn’t tell you this;
only Kabir can tell you, in that other place..
of all the poems, he only recognises two
as poems that he wrote himself..
but here’s Kabir’s delight today:
many of the other poems, he thinks,
are good enough to be his!
How wonderful to be so praised in spirit!
As he reads – see, he’s circled round with angels;
they’re all laughing too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Single Birthday Candle
Good Christ, he said to the mirror
you certainly look your age
hair retreating to the rear
bleary eyes
gray stubble
another night spent carousing
takes a toll all right
you could have spent the hours
instead
on the unfinished manuscript
lying bereft on the desk
'Tell us what you thought
when you embarked on this voyage,
leaving your native land
for the shores of Chicago?
No answer? - you faltered
for fear of failure? ....'
He turned from his reflection
to light a single candle
in the dark
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Suzanne
Suzanne takes you dow-own
To her place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
And you know the girl's half-crazy
That's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you want to tell her
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover-er
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watchin'
From a lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only-y drownin' men could see him
He said all men are sailors, then
Until the sea shall free them
Bu-ut he, himself, was broken
Long before the sky would ope-en
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a sto-o-one
And you wanna travel with him
Ahh you wanna travel bli-ind
And you-ou think that you might trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind
Suzanne takes you down
To her place by the river
And you can hear the boats that go by
You can spend the night forever
And the sun pours down like honey
On Ou-our Lady of the Harbour
And she shows you where to look
Amid the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morni-ing
They are leanin' out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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I feel sorry for people who have to edit me. Which is why book writing is by far the most enjoyable. Really the only thing it's based on is whether it's good or not. No book editor, in my experience, is getting a manuscript and try to rewrite it.
quote by Chuck Klosterman
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