Maybe I've lost a little, but I think everyone does over time. People have been writing that I'm getting old every year, and eventually they're going to be right. There's nobody in this game that's doing the same things they once did in the peak years of their career.
quote by Randy Johnson
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Carlos' In the Middle of the Road, Plagiarized by Me
in the middle of my writing career there was you
you were in the middle of my writing career
there was you
in the middle of my writing career there was you
never should i forget this incident
in the life of my broken eyelashes
never should i forget that in the middle of my writing career
there was you
there was you in the middle of my writing career
in the middle of my writing career
there was you
you were that stone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Get Lost
People say get lost
So you decide to try
But when you go into the woods
You just come out and cry
People say get lost
So you try again
This time in a river
But it’s not a fitting end
People say get lost
So you try one last time
This time you close your eyes
And imagine the world you’ll find
People say get lost
And when you finally do
You can never return
From inside of you
You are lost inside yourself
Forever until the day
People say forgive me
And you feel the right way
One person did get lost
And could never find her way
She got lost writing this
And is still gone today
poem by Cheylee Miller
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The Old Rhyming Poet
In his early eighties his best days long gone
But the gray haired old poet he keeps penning on
Though many see him as of another time
Sixty years as a poet and still writing in rhyme.
Though not seen as a mentor to the young poets of the town
He once was the Regional Poet Laureate and he knew of renown
When rhyme it was popular a long time ago
And his hair was as dark as the wing of a crow.
Not hard to tell he's known a far better day
The old rhyming poet that the years have left gray
It has been more than five decades since he was in his prime
Eventually we all become victims of time.
In time as in life few things do seem to last
And verses that rhyme are now seen as of the past
But to him to stop writing would be living a lie
And he will be a poet till the day that he die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lunch Break: Peak Hour
I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing like millions of bees
All that is wrong
No time will be won
All they need to do-o-o-o
What can be done?
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
It makes me want to run out and tell them
Theyve got time
Take a step back out
And look in at their debt
And their time
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
song performed by by Moody Blues
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After All These Years I Today Do Not Know What To Do With Myself
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS I TODAY DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WIITH MYSELF
After all these years
I today do not know what to do with myself-
I have worked for such a long time
And now it feels as if I have no work-
I am a writer and I am writing now
So there is at least that -
But what must it be for so many retired people
Who after so many years
Find themselves with nothing to do?
How lost one is when one has so much time
And nothing to do with oneself
Except feel one's own uselessness
And inability to really do anything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Peak Hour
I see it all through my window it seems.
Never failing, like millions of eels.
All that is wrong,
No time to be won.
Only to do
What can be done.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
It makes me want to run out and tell them
They've got time.
Take a step back out and warn them
I've found out I've got time.
Minds are subject to what should be done.
Problem solved, time cannot be won.
One hour a day,
One hour a night
Sees crowds of people
Home-aimed for flight.
Peak hour,
Peak hour,
Peak hour.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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You Don't Know What I'm Like
We've been round the block
And we're getting on fine
But you don't know what I'm like
And I looked at the clock
And it was way past the line
Still you don't know what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Trying to have a good time
And for all of the time it really seems ok
You're eventually lost and I'm happy because
You don't know what I'm like
You lived in my shoes
And you stayed at my flat
Still you don't know what I'm like
And it's you that will lose
what you think about that?
Cause you don't know what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Trying to have a good time
And for all the time it really seems ok
You're eventually lost and i'm happy because
You don't know waht I'm like
And you don't know what I'm like
Now I'm on the TV
And you're on the phone
Still you don't know what I'm like
And I found someone new
And she' taking me home
She knows just what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Where we have a good time
I think I found a place I want to stay
You're eventually lost
And I'm happy because
You don't know what I'm like
You don't know what I like
You'll never know what I'm like
Written by Andy Dunlop
song performed by by Travis
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A Bug Trapped in a Bowl
Encircled by peak on peak of life's dust,
man is a bug trapped in a bowl,
all day skittering up its sides,
ever falling back, never bounding out,
his imagined joys always beyond his reach,
his present miseries ever close by,
till eventually his little river of years dries up,
and old age takes teeth, takes hair, takes all.
poem by Han Shan from Huangshan Poems from the T'ang Dynasty, translated by Stanton Hager
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Coach Joe
Thirty years gone by
My senior year
Past many sunsets
Playing baseball
Coached
By an icon named Joe
His two hundreth win
Was hard to get
When it finally came
This game, Ill never forget
We started the year at eight and 0
His win total, at one ninety-nine
Lost eight straight
Then, we lost our minds
The celebration cake, got stale
Doing nothing right
Though we tried, with all our might
Depression, set in
Would he get that
Two hundreth win?
Hooray, It did finally arrive
Extra innings
A game for the ages
A tear in his eye
Again, this team was alive
'It's the little things'
He would say
That count in this game
On this field
In life, in every way
He called us knuckle heads
At times, he did yell
Was he joking or not?
Hell, we could'nt tell
My seven brothers
Were coached by this man
Giving all he had
To this small town clan
As long as I live
I 'll never forget
He called us by our last name
Knew everyone of us
Just the same
We will never, forget
Nor will we, ever regret
The discipline this man showed
Making men of boys'
Playing baseball
Learning heartaches and joys
poem by Matt Mondschein
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I hope the next one won't be 'it
Some people say when you are in love
You feel butterflies in your stomach
Although I am in love
My stomach aches
Every day
Every night
Each day of the week
Each day of the month
Each day of the year
It aches
7 years has passed
In the end of year 7
I found out
‘it' fell in love with another
Dreamt of ‘it' for 7 years
‘it' is so far away
Even in my dreams
‘it' isn't even a person
That's how I have felt
So far away
‘It' doesn't even resembles a person
Ah, so foolish
One sided love
‘it', I have touched
But I haven't felt
Pain is what I have felt
For 7 years
Every day
Every night
Each day of the week
Each day of the month
Each day of the year
‘it' is pain for me
Pain doesn't love me
Pain hates me
Pain hurts me
But I will cherish pain
I will support pain
I won't tell ‘it' whom ‘it' mustn't love
Because I want ‘it' to be happy
Eventually my pain will be over
But eventually
I will come across another
I hope she won't become ‘it'
I hope when I see her
When I touch her
I won't feel pain
But her
poem by No Lover Of 'it'
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Eventually I lost the idea that I could have a career. I thought I was too old.
quote by Dixie Carter
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When I am seriously composing, sometimes a phrase will come into my head, a catch phrase. When I was writing pop songs for a few years, as a career, separate from my folksinging career, I used to write songs for pop singers.
quote by Tom Glazer
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I Waited Outside The World Of Wonder
I waited inside the world of wonder
The poems were coming to me night and day-
I knew I had a vocation at last
So I gave myself into it-
Year after year
For years I wrote poems
They came in and out of me
Like breathing
And I found them wherever I looked and walked
And took them home and wrote them down
And they became my song and my me and my life and my joy
And oh what a wonder it was to be simply to be
Writing them down-
And now writing this one down after so many years
I too still sing and wonder why God has been so good to me
And given me so much I simply love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Journey of an Assistant Manager: The past and the future
Its a lovely morning
the grasses wet with the morning rain
I am standing, here at the club grounds
watching, as my players train...
I am the Assistant Manager of Winslow Town F.C.
We are preparing for tomorrow's game
discussing about the tactics, set-pieces and all
At this moment, I couldn't help but recall memories
of how I've fared in my life and reached here after all...
'Sports' was the thing for me always
I regretted for the player in me, that I never found
Registering myself for the Sports Management course
I knew that I had stepped into the world, that I always loved!
A famous Swedish manager, I dont know what struck him
He joined an Indian club to steer it out of trouble
He was in need of a translator, I applied for it fast
and we both helped our club, for its first ever 'double'
We won the League and the National Cup that year!
During these two years that I stayed there
I learnt quickly, all the tricks-n-trades of the game
Tough I wasa a mere translator, soon I became his friend
and he became my mentor, taught me everything 'bout the game...
The third year, he started getting offers from England
and he packed his bags, asked me to come along
I would have been the foolest had I refused him
Saying yes, I started dreaming where my career was going to land!
And so, we both came to England, that very year
to this wonderful place, this Winslow Town Football Club!
promoted as a Youth Coach, thus begun my real career
and so began my hottest pursuit
to become the 'World's Best Manager of the Year'...
And today, after two more years...
Its a lovely morning
the grasses wet with the morning rain
I am standing, here at the club grounds
watching, as my players train...
From a simple student to a translator
to a youth coach at England, to being the Assistant Manager
Life's taken me places, that I am sure
I have definitely set my eyes someday,
on becoming the 'World's Best Manager of the Year'...
poem by Soumya Dash
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Last Year
I may be in my Junior year.
But next year is my last year.
As I look back on the time I’ve been here,
And it feels like my first day as a freshman.
No matter what year I’m in school, I will always be meeting new people.
Most of the people I meet is the people who had moved away,
Now coming back.
Half the friends you come in with,
Will end up being half the friends you won’t be friends with.
So far what I am trying to say is that you need cherish the moments you have.
In a blink of an eye it will all be over.
You say your years won’t be like that
And when you graduate you say where does it go.
My Last Year’s about to begin! !
poem by Natasha Knowles
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The pity of pities
In a year,
You brought me
Ten years younger.
In a month,
You sent me
Ten years older.
In a year,
You exuded my
Hormones to that of a lad.
In a month,
You defused it
Far less to one older than me.
In a year,
You kindled me
To soar to the peak.
In a month,
You bundled me
To plummet to the ditch.
But in a year,
You activated in me
The finest faculty.
It is in a month
That you motivated
It to result in fruiting.
In a month of setting,
Impulses suffered a lot.
Intellect reaped a lot.
Stress breeds in one
The best
Though in the process,
It upsets
Him, the pity of pities.
Can you put me back
To saddle high in the track?
13.06.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Name Of The Game
No one believes me
Someone conceived me
A fluke in the night of obscurity
Played by millions simulcast by a few
A city no lights such a great view
Its all very strange its the name of the game
(chorus 1)
Its all the same its never gonna change
Its the name of the game
Over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game
Come around and see me analyze or analogy
Ill give you a clue what you really need
If things get bad then things can get worse
Remember surrender remember the verse
Its all very strange its the name of the game
Its all the same its never gonna change
Its the name of the game
Over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game
I say hold on tight
Say hey youre doin it right
As I wish for a full dream flight
Night after night Im a knight
Over and over and over and over
And over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over and over
Love is the name of the game
And then it came to me
Its just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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I'm not a career politician. I spent 30 years in business. I can tell you that people in California have had it with career politicians: they are done.
quote by Meg Whitman
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Peak
Peak is here
Peak is there
Go here go there
Go anywhere
and find peak
only peak.
Reach peak
find chick
with chic
be chief.
Chirp, chirp
keep, keep.
Where is peak
where is peak
It is only you
who can pick peak.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I could have made money this way, and perhaps amused myself writing code. But I knew that at the end of my career, I would look back on years of building walls to divide people, and feel I had spent my life making the world a worse place.
quote by Richard Stallman
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