Life drew me and I followed it.
quote by Alfred Rosenberg
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A Little Daughter
She drew
Mother and father
Brother and sister
And a rainbow
She drew
A tree and a root
A stone and a brook
And a rainbow
She drew
A house and a roof
A chimney and a sweeper
And a rainbow
She drew
A path and a step
A sound of a key
And a rainbow
She drew
A table and chairs
A meal and desert
And a rainbow
She drew
A bed and a lullaby
A good night kiss
And a rainbow
She drew
The night and a star
A Moon upon a star
And a rainbow
She drew
Mother and father
Sister and brother
And a rainbow
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Crazy Man on Drew
the crazy man on Drew
straps a broken bicycle helmet on his head
rides in the rain and the sunshine
and he's old and fat enough to get to get
an attack, but he doesn't
he peddles home in the dark
the crazy man on Drew
walks his dog at midnight
sits on the wall at the hospital
curses at his beagle
cries in the rain
the crazy man on Drew
has a wife and kids
but they have no use for him anymore
unless the flowers they expected that day
didn't arrive
then they call him...
he will listen
the crazy man on Drew
is someone's husband
but that romance has been dead long ago
it shuffles now like a bum
with a grocery cart
looking for cigarette money
in the trash
the crazy man on Drew
goes to church every Sunday
prays to a God
who is all but disinterested in his outcome
the crazy man knows it
but prays all the same
the crazy man on Drew
knows that when he is dead
that his ex by then
will toss out all his books
to Goodwill
he knows it
but what difference will that make
when you are dead, anyhow?
the crazy man on Drew
knows that under the beauty of a rose
is a lot of pricks
and a lot of dim bulbs
make a very bright light
and there in lies
the truth of life after all
the crazy man on Drew
knows he will do something rash one day
hopes like hell
that God will forgive
his friends won't take it hard
his family will forget
and the grave will be silent.
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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A Swallow On My Neck
Oh ...
I have been smashed again
With the men from the
Old Valhalla Road Crematorium
Boring men with the same old patter
I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
And I don't know why I held out
So long for me and you
Until he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew
Then I was wrecked again
With the men full of bluff and ardour
From a well-known funeral parlour
I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
Older and wiser
Never applies to me
And so he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew
Aah ...
Oh ...
You have been telling me
That I have been
Acting childish
Foolish, ghoulish and childish
Oh, I know, I know, I know !
I know, I know, I know
But I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind
Ah ...
I don't mind
Ah
song performed by by Morrissey
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Please Mrs Butler
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?
Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps taking my rubber, Miss.
What shall I do?
Keep it in your hand, dear.
Hide it up your vest.
Swallow it if you like, love.
Do what you think best.
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps calling me rude names, Miss.
What shall I do?
Lock yourself in the cupboard, dear.
Run away to sea.
Do whatever you can, my flower.
But don't ask me!
poem by Allan Ahlberg
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Swallow On My Neck
Oh ...
I have been smashed again
With the men from the
Old valhalla road crematorium
Boring men with the same old patter
I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
And I dont know why I held out
So long for me and you
Until he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew
Then I was wrecked again
With the men full of bluff and ardour
From a well-known funeral parlour
I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
Older and wiser
Never applies to me
And so he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, I will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew
Aah ...
Oh ...
You have been telling me
That I have been
Acting childish
Foolish, ghoulish and childish
Oh, I know, I know, I know !
I know, I know, I know
But I dont mind
I dont mind
I dont mind
Ah ...
I dont mind
Ah ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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The Artists
you are the best artists
You hang my skin on the wall and drew me with ulna dip into my blood
You are great
You drew my face on your heart and paint it with love
You sew my name on your lip and pin it to the cloud
You background me with you in the distant future
Holding our seeds with smile of euphoria
You are my artist
You drew my mistakes on my chest and erase
It with your hand wrapping me softly
You blend our soul and mind and mount it as a kite flying the banner of bliss
You are beautiful
I've paint your heart with musk, your lip with honey and you skin with amber
We are both an artist
We carved ourselve with due
You clipped my eyes to the moon
I clipped the stars to you hair with galaxies of flower decorating our world
You my artist
You drew me with the world gazing at your statue hanging on the sky with flying nymphs sing songs of our artistic shadow
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Euclid
Old Euclid drew a circle
On a sand-beach long ago.
He bounded and enclosed it
With angles thus and so.
His set of solemn greybeards
Nodded and argued much
Of arc and circumference,
Diameter and such.
A silent child stood by them
From morning until noon
Because they drew such charming
Round pictures of the moon.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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I never regret anything. Because every little detail of your life is what made you into who you are in the end.
quote by Drew Barrymore
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I'm so in control of my life, you shouldn't dislike anything I do-because I'm not only in the best place I've ever been, but it keeps getting better and better.
quote by Drew Barrymore
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I wanted to do a show based on what my life would be like if I had never become a comedian.
quote by Drew Carey
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I don't know anybody's road who's been paved perfectly for them, there are no manuals, you don't know what life has in store for you.
quote by Drew Barrymore
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He who consistently plans each day will journey successfully through all of life's years.
quote by Drew Eric Whitman
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I'm actually an evil bastard in real life. Fark allows me to vent weirdness. Thank god for that, too.
quote by Drew Curtis
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The Night Became As Though
As the night drew near
The air drew cold
I could feel my heart
Though a piece been sold
The noises around
So soft but loud
As though a baby
Made the noise of a crowd
Rain began to fall
Upon the land so dry
Awakening the ground
With love from the sky
Then what would appear
A rainbow of gold
Just like a fairy tale
I'd once been told
So just remember
The clouds then the storm
A rainbow there'll be
With the sun so warm
poem by Lagaya Evans
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My whole life, I've wanted to feel comfortable in my skin. It's the most liberating thing in the world.
quote by Drew Barrymore
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Thanks God You Gave Me Too Much
Drop wrapped wet
Cloudward driven I swelled
The cloud drew the shape
It drew the shape of my heart
Bird kissed meek
Feather light touch
The rain spell fell
And drummed in joy
It drummed the beat of my heart
So little I have to give I thought
Thanks God you gave me too much
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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This Is The Life
In life sometimes you're up
sometimes you're down
sometimes you win
sometimes you loose you crown
sometimes you survive
sometimes you drawn
In life sometimes you feel law
sometimes you feel high
sometimes you smile
sometimes you cry
in life sometimes your dreams come true
sometimes your dreams flew
sometimes it breakes all the hope and the thoughts you drew
sometimes it makes a strong relation that last forever between two
sometimes it takes friends and people we love and we knew
sometimes we forgot the pain
sometimes the pain grew
but this is the life
and we should go throw
The Finishing Touch
With a stroke of the brush,
A dab of paint,
A portrait, I drew,
Blew into it the breath of life,
Lo! There it stays my Masterpiece
poem by Valsa George
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The Regretable Pattern
I drew a pattern on the floor
Stood up to walk the lines
Faced the end and found the more
I walked there were more signs
I read the detours, U-turns, yields
Tried to leave the path I drew
Admired from afar the oceans, woods and fields
I wish I'd drawn in but never knew
I neared my destination quicker than I'd hoped
Looked upon the soil cold and dark in which I'd lay
Regretted using pen, and trying in vain around I groped
For something to erase the pre-laid plans for my final day
poem by Argentine Tango
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A Seduction: Stick-People Kissing
It was working late,
hours in that office together
the comfortableness;
the small talk
and the shared work.
You held my arm
to trace along the blackboard
the picture of the stick-people
we drew in the crowd.
So close.
You began to trace
two stick people
one kneeling
and the bubble over his head
said
'I love you.'
I said:
'What are you doing? '
You said: 'Don't talk to me
say it with the stick people.'
I drew my stick lady with a bubble
saying
'Are you talking to me? '
You drew and bubbled
'Must be, you the only
beautiful stick lady in this drawing.'
'Humm, ' I said,
need a little more than that.
Who's talking stick-man or you? '
'Of if you must know
stick-man is my wing-man
It is you
I love.'
I bubbled back
my stick-lady saying
'xxxx
hearts and kisses'
The next day in the conference room
on that blackboard
were two stick-people
arms wrapped around each other
kissing.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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