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As a teenager you are at the last stage in your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.

quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Remember that as a teenager you are at the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.

quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Remember that as a teenager you are in the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear the phone is for you.

quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Remember that as a teenager you are at the last stage of your life when you will be happy to hear that the phone is for you.

Fran Lebowitz in Social Studies (1981)
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Happiness in change of stages

I went on foot to far away school.
Then I rode on a bicycle with a pride.
Later two-wheeler took me to pedestal.
Now a car. In each stage I was happy.
In each stage the intensity was same.

Every up stage is a happy stage
till it is replaced by the next stage.
31.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Anti-abortion Song

Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?

How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!

Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.

If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.

There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008

poem by John Celes
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What now?

I was driving the other day
I was talking on the phone
I was laughing, singing
I was doing eighty
I was happy go lucky
I was looking over my shoulder
I was King of the road
I was in control
I was right on time
I was changing lanes
So was he
I was freaking out
I was on the brakes
I was spinning the wheel
I was rolling over
I was doing eighty
I was end over end
I was on the phone
I was center stage
I was alive

Joshua Newland

poem by Poet Dragon
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I Hate My Phone

Have you ever had a phone?
That you couldn’t stand?
If you have, you are not alone.
My phone doesn’t like to follow my command!

My phone hates me!
I hate it!
I would love to throw it in the sea,
But, my life would be gone I have to admit!

I hate my phone!
What can I do?
If only another one I could own.
Another phone I need, but it should be new.

If I get a new phone it will need,
A camera that pictures and video it takes,
Unlimited texting is what we agreed.
I have no time for mistakes!

Also, I would need free long distance,
In case there is someone I want to call that is not where I am,
No, I don’t need any assistance.
For my new phone, all I have to say is DANG!

My new phone will be the envy of everyone,
Everyone will want mine,
To bad that they don’t get it, I’m the only one,
There is no need to whine!

Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean!
That’s what they’ll be saying!
I and my phone will be all the rage and commotion!
Everyone will be around me and no, nobody will be playing!

I hate my phone,
I need a new one,
I know I’m not alone,
To have the greatest and newest phone would be fun!

Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean! ! ! !
I still hate my phone!
Ha, this poem is long because of a motion!
Ha, I got many problems, luckily I’m not alone!

I Hate My Phone! ! !

poem by Ocean Myranda
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CP- To Mader

So one night it was dark and I couldn’t see,
I picked up my phone no one to disagree.
I was in possession of a beautiful phone,
Even though the phone was of a girlie tone.
I started checking my message to find out,
That maybe this isn’t my phone – hmm doubt.
But could this be the phone of my eye candy,
Maybe she could be unmarried and change her name to Sandy.
Hmm the possibilities of the owner of the stolen phone,
Oh goodness maybe I should watch my tone.
I return the untouchable phone back to her,
“I thought it was my phone” I said in transfer.
Oh the purple phone that was like mine,
Oh purple phone oh purple phone I let out a sigh….

poem by Coreena Dejesus
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Happy

Dont got a pretty girl who loves me alot
Dont got a fast car that looks real hot
Dont got a fine pad or stereo
And I dont do well in the school where I go, go, go, go, go
But Im happy, happy
Im happy though the world is upside down
Im happy that we all made it through another day
When I pick up the phone I still remember what to say
Im happy that my brain still lives inside my head
Most of all I think Im happy
Happy that I aint dead
I read the paper, I saw the news
All those people out there singin the blues
They get excited, why dont they just relax
All we got to do is kick back, back, back
And be happy, happy
Happy though the whole world is ready to blow
Im happy that I made it through another day
When I pick up the phone I still remember what to say
Im happy that my brain still lives inside my head
Most of all I think Im happy
Happy that I aint dead
I know a guy with plenty of loot
Youd never catch him in a two dollar suit
Hes got gold chains, plenty of rings
He told me money, it dont mean a thing, dont mean a thing
If you aint happy, happy
Happy though the whole world is upside down
Be happy that you made it through another day
When you pick up the phone you still remember what to say
Be happy that your brain still lives inside your head
Most of all I think Im happy.....
Im happy
Im happy though the whole thing is ready to blow
Be happy that the sun has rised up again
That somewhere in this world I still got a friend
Be happy that the big one, it hasnt dropped yet
Be happy that you still got something
Something, something to forget
Im happy
(Im happy, so happy)

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Oh Yes, I'm So Happy!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to hear your lies
i'm so happy
surprise!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you tell lies on me
i'm so happy
see?

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you call me names
i'm so happy
i'v fame!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you break your promises
i'm so happy
i'm joyous!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you gave me some attention
i'm so happy
i'm in heaven!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to be used
i'm so happy
i'm amused!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you spare me a few minutes
i'm so happy
i must be nuts!

oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you let me love you
i'm so happy
i'm through with you!

oh yes, if i was so happy
cause of you
i'll be happier
now without you!

poem by Sandy Nobody
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The Stage Is Bare (A Michael Jackson Tribute)

The stage is bare
only a microphone stands alone.
A part of our life is gone;
no, more we hear the words and music
that once so tenderly graced our ears.
A gulf remains for the life not there,
now gone forever from our lives.
Only a memory of what had been
and what had filled so many empty souls.

The stage is bare
and all that remains is a ghost
of what had been.
A haunting memory of someone’s life
before they left the stage of life.
No more now the suffering of mortal pain,
they left with an always-remembered name.
Their star still shines
in all that remember a life that once was.

7 July 2009

poem by David Harris
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Remember

I think it's funny, just a sad song
He likes his money, now you ain't got none
So is it mighty strange
Now that you are so broke
Don't try to make it man
You haven't got a home
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
It was a crush change, the money sure flew
You had a flash name, imagine you're broke
But now it's breaking up there's no one near you
Don't try for me to call
Cause I won't hear you
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Well, don't you sit around, start to move on
Your life is broken down, so get a new one
And if you make it by and kiss the good life
Why don't you make it right
Just look at this time
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone

song performed by by Supertramp
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 16

I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’m feeling all alone
I can’t connect with my friends out there
I’ve lost my mobile phone

I’ve lost my mobile phone
I miss its ringing tone
I’ve searched for it everywhere
I’ve lost my mobile phone

I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I cannot roam
I must stay near in case it rings
I’ve lost my mobile phone

I’ve lost my mobile phone
I do not wish to moan
It has numbers, dates and all kinds of things
I’ve lost my mobile phone

I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I guess I’m prone
To wander like a lost zombie
I’ve lost my mobile phone

I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve no mind of my own
Without it there to organise me
I’ve lost my mobile phone

poem by Flying Lemming
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They Took It

I'm sad
The teacher
Took my phone
I want to chat

But I can't
Chat with
My friend
Without my phone

The teacher
Gave my phone
Back to me
I'm happy again

Next day
I'm sad
The teacher
Took my phone, again

poem by Stephanie Pardo
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Teenage Pleasure Dramatic Life Choreography

pleasure dramatic
life choreography
phone photography
in youth age flash

acceptability
popularity
notoriety
accountability

please think
better crack
fashion drink
slow de brain

before teenager
hormone hot wires
too many thoughts
makes guru sin

says something
quotable profound
peers overheard
listen to the music

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Todays Reality

I long to hear that sound again
The happy voices of children,
of children playing happily.
I must rely on memory.
My fledglings from the nest have flown
and they have children of their own
But alas they are too far away
to hear their children at their play.
We’ve reached another stage in life,
There’s only me and my good wife.
I care for her she cares for me
exactly as it ought to be.
It’s sad but true we only see
our grandchildren infrequently.

(7-Aug-07)

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Wish I Was…

I wish I were William Shakespeare
I’d be very happy writing plays,
Seeing them on the stage,
Making my audience laugh and cry.
Writing about some dark lady
I think to be a Muse.
That’d be alright for me.

I wish I were John Lennon
I’d be very happy making music,
Being a poet and a philosopher;
Playing the piano all night.
But I’d give anything up for love.
Give up everything for Yoko.
Hmmm, maybe not.

I wish I was Samwise Gamgee
I’d live a life as happy as could be,
Apart from the business with
Frodo and the Ring,
I’d be happy with living
In Bag End, in Hobbiton, in the Shire.
I’d live a life as happy as could be.

I could wish all I’d like,
But I’d never be any of them,
So for now I am happy being me.

© Charlie F. Kane

21/3/06

poem by Charlie F. Kane
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There are many stages to a man's life. In the first stage, he is young and eager, like a beaver. In the second stage, he wants to build things, like dams, and maybe chew down some trees. In the third stage, he feels trapped, and then 'skinned.'' I'm not sure what the fourth stage is.

Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Stereotyped! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

You say you don’t know me
Nah you don’t know me
All you know I am, is a lil sh*t on the streets
With my hood up, giving people beats

Yeah I’m part of that youth culture
“I was much better behaved when I was younger”
Yeah, you were perfect in your day
At least that’s what you portray

But then I live in a stereotypical country
I’m stereotyped as a teen bully
But I’m not gonna happy slap you
Cos me being a nasty sh*t, that’s untrue!

I’m part of that youth culture
But it don’t mean I’m gonna hurt ya
Yeah I’m a teenager
But I don’t have that bad behaviour

So don’t label me as a bad youngster
Jus cos I’m a teenager!
Cos I know that’s what you assume
So think before you presume

poem by Becky Ginn
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The Teenager On His Bicycle

Wearing brown shorts and a blue football jersey and with sneakers on his feet
The teenager on his bicycle he goes whistling down the street
The evening is warm and breezy the wind tosses his long brown hair
As he pedals near the sidewalk he doesn't have a care.

The teenager on the bicycle he quickly glanced my way
And he broke off from his whistling just for to say 'good day'
And again he commenced whistling as he quickly pedalled on
And I fancy I still can hear him though from my sight he's long gone

Off to his football training of greatness he does dream
Of being a renowned footballer in a champion football team
The youth need a dream to follow his dream he will pursue
Lets hope life will stay good for him and his dream for him will come true.

The teenager on his bicylcle as he goes pedalling by
He breaks off from his whistling for to say a friendly hi
With his football boots strung across his handlebars he cycles to the park
For to train with his young team mates till twilight fades to dark.

poem by Francis Duggan
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