Back in the 1960s, the number of deaths each year from unintentional poisoning was 15 times greater than it is today.
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This Year (It's All About You)
[Intro:]
"I spent this whole year, doin' my thang, just thinkin' bout me, but that's about to change,
cause this year it's all about you, baby"
[Verse 1:]
I made a lot of promises last year I guess
And though I didn't keep them all, a few I kept
I even made a few decisions that I now regret
And for the New Year, ooh dear, this is gonna be the best one yet,
Cause it's all about you this year
[Chorus:]
This year, everything is all about you
This year, you're part of everything I do
This year, if there's anything you want, all you gotta do is ask
This year, you come first, everybody else comes last
[Verse 2:]
There were times when you didn't know where I was at
(so you'd call)
I'd see your number on my cell knowing well I need to holla back
(but I'd stall)
Any other guy would leave if they were treated like that
It was no parade but you stayed, so this year it's a wrap
It's all about you this year
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge:]
I didn't mean to diss you babe
Ignore or dismiss you babe
Hear me out and listen babe
This year and more is yours
Cause you deserve better than this no doubt
We got a few minutes til this year runs out
So listen dear, we've shed our last tear this year
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by 3LW
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This Year
[Intro:]
"I spent this whole year, doin' my thang, just thinkin' bout me, but that's about to change,
cause this year it's all about you, baby"
[Verse 1:]
I made a lot of promises last year I guess
And though I didn't keep them all, a few I kept
I even made a few decisions that I now regret
And for the New Year, ooh dear, this is gonna be the best one yet,
Cause it's all about you this year
[Chorus:]
This year, everything is all about you
This year, you're part of everything I do
This year, if there's anything you want, all you gotta do is ask
This year, you come first, everybody else comes last
[Verse 2:]
There were times when you didn't know where I was at
(so you'd call)
I'd see your number on my cell knowing well I need to holla back
(but I'd stall)
Any other guy would leave if they were treated like that
It was no parade but you stayed, so this year it's a wrap
It's all about you this year
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge:]
I didn't mean to diss you babe
Ignore or dismiss you babe
Hear me out and listen babe
This year and more is yours
Cause you deserve better than this no doubt
We got a few minutes til this year runs out
So listen dear, we've shed our last tear this year
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by 3LW
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New, New Year's Resolutions
Time for New Year's resolutions.
This year I'll be real strong.
I'll try like never before
to keep them all year long.
Resolution number one:
I'll be more careful what I eat.
More of all that's good for me,
and not so much that's sweet.
Resolution number two.
I'm going to lose some weight.
My goal is to lose forty pounds.
I really will look great!
Resolution number three:
I'll get lots of exercise.
The doctor says I need to,
and my doctor's very wise
Resolution number four:
Let me make this last one clear:
I must realize that I'm human…
and try again next year.
poem by Ron Tranmer
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For A Number Of Times
A joke cannot be laughed at
For a number of times.
A crime story cannot be read
For a number of times.
Must the spilt milk be rued
For a number of times?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rolling Back
Today has been a day
for rolling back the roads
I have travelled down before.
Seeing the faces again
locked away in my memory store.
Today has been a day
for rolling back times gone by,
remembering with some sadness
the tears on occasions
that leaked from my eyes.
Today has been a day
for rolling back the past times
and the mistakes I made
and of the chances I had
but that were never taken.
Today has been a day
for rolling back the memories
and of the good fortune I have had
and to smile with pride
at the future I now have.
poem by David Harris
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Last Card
Today
I died
A thousand deaths
Today
The world
Stops spinning
Today
My heart bleeds
In crucial pain
Today
I lost
My last card
Today
I cried
My last tears
Today
I heard
My last voice
Today
I sang
My last song
Today
My last hope
Ceased to dwell
Today
I mourned
My own funeral
(August 27,2008)
poem by Little Star
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Another year coming to an end
This year is drawing to it's close
all its worries are fading away
days that were full of stress
are now distant memories.
We can look back and say
how did I manage that?
Why did that happen?
I can't believe I did that!
But it's now all gone
just like the days and nights
times when we were upset
and times when we laughed.
People have annoyed us
things have got us down
but looking back on the year
we can say we got through them.
So whatever the new year brings
and there will be highs and lows
as long as the Sun keeps on shining
we'll get through it all once again.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Better treatment and detection methods have also improved the survival rate for people with cancer, and for the first time in history, this year the absolute number of cancer deaths in the U.S. has decreased.
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Number 3
number 3
Is never free
Always arriving after
number 1
and afternumber two
number three is theunmentionable
forgotten middle
The child missing at the edge of
the family albumn
A love mistake
on holiday
unplanned
unwanted
number three
wears the old hand me down clothes
Trouser a decade out of date
Jumpers old
shoes smelling of number two's foot odour
Number 3 is like the War
Don't mention the WAR
or number three
who grows up alone
uninvited
to parties for only
1's and 2's
Number three
mustfind a number 4 or 5
To keep hisor her head above water
to stay alive
Number three is never free
of being last
of walking past the door where four and five
Have thrived in knowing
they have survived six and seven
While three is not counted
in
jumped past to 12 4 56
The pairing is in the clue to who survived who
and why three is struggling to survive
Yet today even today 3 travels alone
Unheard
Unseen
Unknown
Can you tellme why?
poem by Yvette Smith
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Marriage Vows/Aniversary Successes
How little we know in our growing years?
Protected by our loved ones from woes and fears.
We continue to grow from our past.
Searching for a new love one that will last.
Accentuated by our social being to find one with to share.
We take our wedding vows to show the world we care.
A family is next to sustain our marriage and fortify our love.
To succeed this human experience needs to be blessed from above.
We think back how easy it was to say, 'I do'
But it was your conviction, good foundation and character that seen you through.
Each years number large or small celebrate your anniversary none the less.
For the greater the number the greater the the success.
poem by Theodore Colterelli
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I am not judged by the number of times I fail, but by the number of times I succeed and the number of times I succeed is in direct proportion to the number of times I can fail and keep on trying.
quote by Tom Hopkins
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I am not judged by the number of times I fail, but by the number of times I succeed; and the number of times I succeed is in direct proportion to the number of times I can fail and keep on trying.
quote by Tom Hopkins
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The Sister's Lullaby
You would not slumber
If laid at my breast:
You would not slumber.
The river-flood beats
The swan from her nest:
You would not slumber.
And like that quick flood
My blood goes unguessed:
You would not slumber.
Times without number
Has called the wood quest:
Times without number.
As oft as she called
To me you were pressed:
Times without number.
Now you'd not slumber
If laid at my breast
Times without number.
O starling reed-resting,
I’ll rock you to rest:
So you will slumber.
poem by Padraic Colum
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Zero Covers All
Lately I realize.
I am a numb number,
living through life.
First child.
Date of birth.
Sixth star of twenty-seven.
Scorpio numbers six of twelve.
Studied tenth class,
Then 5-year’s graduation,
Every class I had a scroll number.
Exams written on id number.
Studied law.
Head churning three years,
with numbered sections.
Penal code, constitution.
Clauses of law in numbered sects.
Registered in bar council.
Legal practice.
Case files are numbered.
Subsequently I got,
House number, door number.
Phone number.
Mobile number.
Account numbers.
Credit card number.
Pan card number,
Folio numbers,
Car number,
License number,
Policy number,
Health card number,
Election card number,
Passport number,
Ration card number,
Ultimately, when you put me in morgue,
allotted me a number.
Which, I do no know.
However, I know a number.
I am a big zero.
It covers all my life
Yes, we discovered zero.
What a relief?
Does it not cover all?
fulfill all values!
By the way your number please?
X number or N number?
Infinite numbers.
________________
poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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Returning food
(This is a fictional poem)
You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied.
If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside.
You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef.
My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths.
You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny.
I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny.
You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner.
You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner.
I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return.
I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Knowing you might some day come
Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
in Charles Dickens’
our Mutual Friend
I made a list:
not meat, vegetables, beer and pudding
but number l, warmth.
number 2, warmth.
number 3, warmth.
number 4, a good snuggler.
number 5, someone who sings
while he/she works.
number 6, a dancer.
number 7, someone who grows & is
intrigued by
the mind. And
by the spirit too.
Number 7, someone who is loved
by animals; and loves
them back without
a thought.
number 8, someone who smells
delicious.
number 9, someone whose anger
lasts no longer than mine.
number 10, someone who
stands beside me. behind me. If necessary
in front of me.
number 11, someone who
is a passable cook.
number 12, Someone who laughs
a lot, thinks I have a fine
sense
of humor
& has friends.
number 13, someone who can be
original in dress:
stylish
warlock –In silver, lapis
& black – to my witch.
poem by Alice Walker
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Man and God
Men die; dogs die; flies die; germs die.
They die but duration varies.
News dies, songs die and fashions die.
They die but at different spells.
God makes creatures and their deaths.
God is not sorry for such deaths.
Man made creations and not for their deaths.
Man is nervous for such deaths.
07.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Inspiration
He died from a massive
insult to the brain,
from alcohol poisoning: Dylan Thomas.
I say he was already dead
and couldn't stand to go on breathing.
So he put an end to it the only
way he knew how.
Poisoning: slow, so if you're reluctant
you can bide your time and ease into it
You know, cross that line between living
and dead.You can do it and not even
be aware that you've done it.How easy.
The only question is why?
But I already know why.
New York City...the where.
I know: the how
and the why
and the where.
He was really murdered you know.
He was condemned by committee
and sentenced to death by poisoning.
There was a general consensus to refuse to mourn
the death of a child by fire.
poem by Midnights Voice
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She Just Wants To Be
Its not that she walked away,
Her world got smaller.
All the usual places, the same destinations,
Only somethings changed.
Its not that she wasnt rewarded
With pomegranate afternoons
And mingus, chet baker and chess.
Its not the stampede and fortune
Of prim affectations
Shes off on a right and she knows now
Its greater than the whole
Of the past
Its greater
And now she knows.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
Its not that the transparency
Of earlier incarnations
Now were back on, were enriched
And loaded
With beautiful vulnerability
And now she knows.
Now is greater
And she knows that.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
Now is greater
Now is greater
And she knows that
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
She just wants to be somewhere
She just wants to be.
Its not like the angels
Could truly look down
Stir up the trappings
And light on the ground.
Remind us of what, when,
Why or who?
The hows up to us, me and you
And now is greater than the whole
Of the past
Is greater and now she knows that.
Now she knows.
song performed by by REM
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New Times
New times. new times. new times.
Good morning. good morning. good morning.
Im the guard. at one time
This was rather pleasant
The poets they still had to muse
Over the classicism of clean shoes
But who today still knows a button stick
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
The girls would lie down before us
First one went dancing, then behind the bushes
Today you have to run through twenty places
Get drunk on saccharin and methyl
And then you still dont get them that far
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
Now take it easy there in the early morning
Who arrives but the brethren from the press
If somewhere there lies a cadaver
Or something is foul in the state
You can be sure that a writer is not far behind
With his excellency I only say:
Hands off the literature
The laurel wreath one gets today
Second hand so to speak
>from the old empires stories
Sold underhand at the alexanderplatz
With all the wigs and costumes
Twitching from the shoulder one is informed
Well, thats the new times
Thats the new times
Thats the new times
New times. new times. new times.
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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