Every time I copy something, I can draw it for the rest of my life. But research is so painful - I mean just opening up a magazine looking for a picture of a car or looking out the window looking for a car is just hard!
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Girl In The Life Magazine
I fell in love with the girl in the picture
That I used to keep
Carried her round in the back of my pocket
She was always with me
I imagine that I was a man of importance
And she had a fancy for me
And I use to dream she would call
Crying her eyes out
She had an obsession with me
I was the love of her life
And she was all mine
The girl in the life magazine
The first time I we met in an aisle
At the market
She was staring at me
I knew even then we would share
Something special
And it was like chemistry
I fell in love from the moment I saw her
So I took her straight home with me
And thats where Id dream
She would step right out of the picture
And spend a whole evening with me
And oh how she hated to go
Back to her picture
The girl in the life magazine
All of my friends used to laugh
Said I was certifiably mad
till the day she came
And she blew them away
And asked me if Id be her man
It seems that she went and fell
In love with my letters
Says shes been looking for me
So the story ends well
We end up together
The girl in the life magazine
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Girl in the Life Magzine
I fell in love with the girl in the picture
That I used to keep
Carried her round in the back of my pocket
She was always with me
I imagine that I was a man of importance
And she had a fancy for me
And I use to dream she would call
Crying her eyes out
She had an obsession with me
I was the love of her life
And she was all mine
The girl in the Life magazine
The first time I we met in an aisle
At the market
She was staring at me
I knew even then we would share
Something special
And it was like chemistry
I fell in love from the moment I saw her
So I took her straight home with me
And that's where I'd dream
She would step right out of the picture
And spend a whole evening with me
And oh how she hated to go
Back to her picture
The girl in the Life magazine
All of my friends used to laugh
Said I was certifiably mad
Till the day she came
And she blew them away
And asked me if I'd be her man
It seems that she went and fell
In love with my letters
Says she's been looking for me
So the story ends well
We end up together
The girl in the Life magazine
song performed by by Boyz II Men from Evolution
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Not Nearly As Painful
I remembered when I first had my virginity taken away.
It was a frightening experience.
And I was still in my mid-teens.
'You don't have to talk about it.
I can understand.
You still have 'issues' about dealing with it?
To have it happen like that is painful.'
Yeah...
My dad caught me the first time,
Sneaking out the window.
I had to convince him I was sleep walking.
And twice I fell off the ledge...
During the rain.
And landed into the bushes below my bedroom window.
Look...
I still have the scar on my arm from the second fall.
Ten stitches.
'So 'who' took your virginity? '
I forget her name.
But one night she forgot to chain her Doberman.
That's when I busted my kneecap.
I told my dad I fell out the window.
He took me to some doctor!
And guess what?
'What? '
It was the girls' father.
He had her picture on the desk in his office.
How about you?
What was yours like?
'Not nearly as painful! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ill Wait
Youve got me captured, Im under your spell.
I guess Ill never learn.
I have your picture, yes I know it well.
Another page is turned.
Are you for real ? its so hard to tell,
From just a magazine.
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells,
Look what that does to me.
Chorus:
Ill wait till your love comes down.
Im coming straight for your heart.
No way you can stop me now,
As fine as you are.
I wrote a letter and told her these words,
That meant a lot to me.
I never sent it, she wouldnt have heard,
Her eyes dont follow me.
And while she watches I can never be free,
Such good photography !
Chorus
(guitar solo)
You cant imagine what your image means.
The pages come alive.
Your magic greets everyone who reads.
Heart-break in overdrive
Are you for real, its so hard to tell,
From just a magazine.
Yeah, you just smile and the picture sells,
Look what that does to me.
Chorus
song performed by by Van Halen
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Behind The Window
Behind the window there’s a room
An untidy bedroom
A closed bathroom
A classy lobby
A busy kitchen
A tense meeting room
Behind the window there’s a life
A messy life
An ordinary life
A perfect life
A hard life
A fraud life
Behind the window there’s a face
A curious face
A lonely face
A smiling face
A tired face
A bored face
Behind the window there’s a story
A funny accident
A sad moment
A happy picture
A meaningless fight
A dull living
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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If By Any Chance...
If by any chance...
We happen to meet again,
In any of those familiar places
Where we used to go often,
And you smile and say 'hello' to me
And I answer back to you 'hi'...
I hear a sweet and soft voice
Attached to strong woman's scent
Which obviously reminds me of you....
As a natural reaction:
I search for answers
Within my mind and heart
With only one response coming to me,
A picture of you, again...
Don't blame me!
For my lack of recognition,
If by definition,
I no longer see the woman
But I only see the shadow, instead...
Don't blame me at all...
With you, I learned my lessons
The hard and painful way...
In due time, I grew wiser,
Now I can see the difference
Between a bad and a good wine...
Since I am no longer blind...
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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I Had A Window Full Of Rain
closed down rumbling beating hard
Glass arrayed cold warmth untouched
Sorrowful frigid sterile surface glide in
Unopened crumbling crackling water sobs
And then a child a child came in
Looked at the window rumbling beating loud
It said ‘It looks like magic
Those racing drops and this rhythm blast
Restless trembling leaking down
Wow it’s a window full of steam
I think I will draw it a smile
I think I will draw it a heart
I think I’ll make it
A happy window pane
A laughing window pane.’
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Online, you have things like Slate Magazine, which has a lot of commentary and analysis of stories, so it gives you a fuller picture. I would compare that to a news magazine or the New Republic.
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Saddest Photographs III: Polaroid Booths
I can picture you
Dragging and clacking your stilettos
Amidst the brazen noise of revelries
Like a mellifluous zephyr in a savanna
You'll replace the frenzied floorboards
With the tranquility of a weather vane.
I can picture you
While you are away, but inside me,
By the bus' window or amongst clouds,
Dallying amidst markets or forests,
And still stitching a poem in your hair
Like a radio song without a radio
And I can picture you
With the slopes of your back turned on me
Careening over a sluggish computer
Whilst reading an anonymous poem
About the beauty of your hair and shoulders
Even when the pristine face is hidden
I can picture you
In the lacquer leaf of a magazine
Or the coffee-stained napkin
For you are the inflecting hue of everything.
poem by Norman Santos
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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The Hazy picture!
Flash! And I got the picture.
Flash! It flops, no picture of my soul.
I closed my eyes and turn on my mind
Flash! Got a picture perfect.
My hands start to copy it down in poetry,
Flop! It is in the harsh reality and lost its beauty.
The picture I got, is too much hazy!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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It's such a long mission and we get to spend so much time in space... we're doing such exciting research. And I don't want to overemphasize the life science research, but as a physician the life science research that we're doing is extremely exciting.
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When I Walked Into
the waiting room
at the dentist’s
there was only one seat open…
i took it,
grabbed a copy of Newsweek
and tried to hide my face.
but,
before i even
opened the magazine
this guy on my right
starts talking:
“…used to play guitar once…
years ago,
when i was a kid.
i was pretty good at it, too! ”
knowing it was useless,
i put down the magazine
and turned toward him.
he was
an ordinary kind of guy…
maybe 50.
“it was a great way
to pick up women.
i met all sorts of women
when i was playing guitar.
that’s how i met my wife.”
just then they called my name
and i stood up.
he reached for my magazine
and said:
“yep, it’s been years
since i played guitar.
now i play
second fiddle.”
poem by John Yamrus
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Broken
You can close your eyes
And see a picture perfect life
Inside of your mind
Dreaming only of the days ahead
Wanted and wished for more than now
Or the days behind
You waste your time
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
You can never think
You cant even stop yourself
Before the words have been spoken
And youve already said
You would give everything
And something for nothing
Everybody thinks youre joking
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
You want to be the one
Made over be your own
Before and after
And a supermarket
Beauty in a bottle queen
Wholl one day grace a check-out counter
Magazine front cover
Though the fine print reads
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Lets it be broken
Broken
Broken
When your life is never what you wanted
Not even halfway normal
Just tarnished and soiled
When in your reach
A framed and frozen moment
So far from perfection
Not truth or transcendence
Will set you free
Still you dont believe
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
The picture makes a promise
The flesh lets it be broken
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Believing
start with the basic
belief in yourself
that no matter how
hard things are
you can always do
it and get the
taste of success
soon you realize
despite
every fall and
wound
and painful
things have been
there is still
this comfort
of how we look
at things we
give meaning
and how we
put color to
what is there
and sense its
smell
we get the picture
of who we are
and what we have
become
what is important
is
we still have ourselves
as walls
houses and beds
and windows
opening
towards this
galaxy of
meanings
the confidence
within
is indestructible
feel it
today, tomorrow,
forever
be constant as
your soul
is intact
unbroken spirit
unwavering
to the destiny
reserved for us
there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Mrs. Newans
You say 'tis hard to copy well,
Where Nature does herself excel.
Allow'd -- yet still let me advise:
Near as you can, to Nature rise;
Nor Time, nor Colours will be lost;
The Draught will more than pay the Cost.
Then dare to draw that Angel Face;
The Pencil may the Features trace;
And, should her Air thy Art defeat,
Add Wings, the Piece will be complete.
poem by Mary Barber
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Hypnotixed
Two pictures laid on an amp
I'm broken like strings on guitars again
I saw your car parked next to a bridge
I think it was yours, I don't know, I can't tell
I saw your picture in a magazine
I decided to talk to you, what the hell?
Twin pictures in a magazine
There's two of you, I'm a lone sad rebel
Sad rebel
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Hypnotize
Don't tell me to stay again
I believe in the things I can't see and I'm right
Nobody's gonna shove me down
You can turn me away, but I'm turned on all night
I saw your picture in a magazine
I decided to talk to you, what the hell?
What the hell?
Twin pictures in a magazine
There's two of you, I'm a lone sad rebel
Sad rebel
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Hypnotize
Hypnotize
Hypnotize
Hypnotize
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Athletes.
Everything in life teaches something for us.
We have the choice to copy or not to copy.
The athletes train long hours every day,
They commit their life to the planned way.
They never give up, that is how they can become a pro,
If they did it from the heart they became perfecto.
Life is just like that, one cannot say 'I am OK',
One has to work on that hard to get the bouquet,
One has short or long time to progress,
Sometimes our subconscious works as a slow witness.
One has to affirm over and over the need,
When at last will surface the real deed,
However, when one finds the real truth,
Will never have any more problem with their youth.
They will live in perfect harmony,
Peace, goodness, politeness & wisdom will be their testimony.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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A Magazine Called Sunset
Theress a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Let's take a map across your pillow
And breathe the sky in through your window
I'll stay in the middle
And watch your books cave in
Oh, maybe you're my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I'll make a little guide
We can follow
Cause there's a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Or I'm a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There's a magazine
There's a magazine
Oh there's a magazine
Oh yeah
Or I'm a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There's a magazine
And a tape machine
That's everything
There's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything
Oh yeah
song performed by by Wilco
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Draw on, Sweet Night
Draw on, Sweet Night, friend unto those cares
That do arise from painful melancholy.
My life so ill through want of comfort fares,
that unto thee I consecrate it wholly.
Sweet Night, draw on
My griefs when they be told to shades
and darkness find some ease from paining,
And while thou all in silence dost enfold,
I then shall have best time for my complaining.
poem by John Wilbye
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