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Thinking I Was There to be The Only One!
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But they were not demonstrative.
And no one ever strayed...
To betray what they had together.
Who gave what and why is the question.
And who learned what lesson from this?
'You all are being too delusional'.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Mixed with preferences that are dated and timed.
These are new visions on the horizon,
Of my sunset?
And I'm a one on one kind!
With prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
At the same time?
'Poppa don't arch his back for that! '
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
And I'm thinking her kiss is for us.
When she has him and me on her mind...
For lust!
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
She enjoyed her men packed.
He enjoyed his women stacked...
And full of chested love,
Kept bared
But for him.
Not for the whims she dared to expose.
I never thought I would think of her,
As a cheap 'ho'!
And There I stood.
Hiding in the bushes while another man,
Made her squeal louder than I could.
Louder than a man's man can.
Preferences and prerequisites.
Sitting on a desk somewhere,
Collecting dust.
With references preferred,
And none to spare.
Thinking I was there to be the only one!
Thinking no one like me could do her.
'And then...
Like a miracle,
You found your ass awakened!
Right? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Doldrums Waiting
I sit at my desk
in the doldrums waiting
for an idea to hit me,
but sadly, nothing comes along.
I think of things that
have happened to me
hoping one of them will inspire.
However, the memories compound together
overlapping into one another,
and each are small glimpses
of a more elaborate one.
The nonsense of them all
sends me backwards to where I started from,
sitting here at my desk
in the doldrums waiting.
2 September 2012
poem by David Harris
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So Much Depends As I Once Remember It Then
so much depends
upon a swirl
of paints
of yellow
and green
and violet
so much depends
upon the silence
of the plow
so much depends
upon the farmer
still
so much depends
upon your
vanishment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who's Taller?
Depends on if the judge is fair,
Depends how high the heels you wear,
Depends on if they count the hair,
Depends if they allow the chair.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Partnership
It depends on if you are serious.
I can only show I am...
If you say you are.
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
It depends on if you are serious.
I can only show I am...
If you say you are.
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
'Is that it?
No whispers or kisses?
With advancements started...
To tease then to dismiss? '
Like I said...
It depends on if you are serious.
If you are not...
We can just dropp this.
I am on a mission.
I would like to have partnership.
But if you are not completely into it...
Why would I wish to be into you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dependence
What is this, all of my darkest fears?
Why have they gathered here?
To watch a fool go down.
Go away. why would you waste your time?
Here where the sun wont shine.
Theres nothing left for you.
Chorus:
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I cant go on this way
When everything I do depends on you.
Depends on you.
I had it all. one of the sunny boys.
Hear my pride and joy.
You were always there by me.
Funny how fast sunny times go by?
And fall to a darkened sky.
And lot of useless toys
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I can t go on this way
When every step I take depends on you
Depends on you.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont want me.
I cant go on this way
Knowing you dont need me.
I cant go on this way
When everything I do depends on you.
Depends on you
song performed by by Richard Marx
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When The Time Comes
This might sound strange
Might seem dumb
Depends on the side
That you take it in from
Depends on the time
Depends on the day
Depends on the life
Who can say
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes
Baby do you understand
Am I making this clear
Are you tuning me out
Cause Im comin off weird
Well I dont care
Thats alright
Its okay
I dont mind
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes
This aint the right time
To say whats on my mind
I know
Well I look in your eyes
And there is no real life
At all
Baby hold on
And some day soon
Youll come around
Youll know the way
That I can be found
And when your heart feels right
Seek me out
We can talk forever babe,
But, right now
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The Warmer Side Of Cool
(jack hues)
Well Im sitting on a hillside
On the warmer side of cool
With the future laid before me
Like a green and misty jewel
And to climb above the tree line
Is only for the fools
So they say
So they say
Chorus:
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
On the warmer side of cool
Being cool its so easy to be cold
Well Im sitting by the seaside
On the warmer side of cool
With the ocean spread before me
Like a blue and misty jewel
And if I jump into the water
Would an angel break my fall
So they say
So they say
On the warmer side of cool
What you feel in your heart is all
Im sorry if I offend you
If Im a little bit intense
But I never did intend us
To be sitting on the fence
And even though Im guilty
Of making total sense
Im happy when its all
On the warmer side of cool
Repeat chorus
It aint cool to be cold
song performed by by Wang Chung
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How Many, How Much
How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live 'em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give 'em.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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In Memoriam (A Child Missed)
A desk lies empty
A missing face to find
A child soon missed by some
Another life consumed by one
A classmate questioned
A missing child to find
While a desk lies empty
A hope dwindles with time
As a child's life once abound
A child's fate is now found
While a desk lies empty
A lifeless child is found
As questions of why arise
A time for tears to flow
While a desk lies empty
A prayer for a missed child we know
A quiet voice to miss
A child missed we know
While a desk lies empty
A question of why to know
A future now not to be
A tragic loss we are told
While a desk lies empty
An answer of why yet untold
A myriad of lives changed
Another youthful innocent lost
While a desk lies empty
At a life's innocence cost
A society believed so rich
And yet a life's worth so poor
While a desk lies empty
Another child's life's no more
A time to ponder a commitment
A life's question to answer
While a desk lies empty...
poem by Robert John Meehan
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Flippity Floppity Plop
am sitting by the side of a pond,
the fresh morning crisp,
full of new born oxygen,
waiting to meet my lungs
am sitting watching still waters,
the liquid surface glassy,
thin like gossamer,
unbroken by bulbous eyed frogs
am sitting inhaling the silken fog,
the moist sweetness enlivening
wispy blanket around,
wrapping me in my thoughts
am sitting listening to birds,
deep distant sounds,
some quarreling, others singing,
my eardrums playing along
am sitting giving nature company,
lilies quietly rubbing their eyes
lazy morning stretching her arms,
sunlight plucking his guitar
am sitting by the side of awe,
when a cheery little fish
breaks through the surface
and flips me a good morning plop
poem by Prathap Suthan
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Mixed Emotions
First laughter, then tears
Never always happy
Never always depressed
It depends on the day
Sometimes scared
Sometimes worried
Sometimes confused
It depends on the hour
Sometimes lonely
Sometimes not
It depends on how i'm feeling
(1-18-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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We're all in the same room, so I want people to be involved with one another, but again you can't decide exactly to what extent that operates. It varies all the time and it depends on the show, it depends on the audience, it depends on everything.
quote by Mark Morris
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Confined Spaces
I tend to write and I don’t know why
in confined spaces wherever I am.
My desk is filled with odds and sods
giving no more than
about six inches to write within.
Sometimes I write parked in my car
sitting behind the steering wheel.
Its not that I write better
sitting like a shrivelled up prune,
it is just that they are the only spaces
I can get my writing down.
In a confined space somewhere.
31 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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If you were to climb up on your desk, walk around behind your monitor and lean way over so you could see the screen, you'd be able to read ""Wordplay"" just as easily as you could sitting in your chair.
quote by John Langdon
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A car goes by
Sitting in the drivers side is one singing, enjoying life.
A car goes by.
This one a parent, deaf to current peers, children screaming, yelling, hoping for a jeer.
A car goes by.
A business suit so nice, yet his hand grasps his mind looking for a peaceful place to hide.
A car goes by.
The youth love to drive, they don't see the accidents, the cautions, the signs, they speed on with nothing, but everything on their mind.
A car goes by.
Tinted windows, mirroring the outer scene, the only sign of life is a motion and the path steering.
A car goes by.
One dirty, one clean, no difference, just the appearance of the residue from paths unseen.
A car goes by.
The driver’s eyes just rise over the horizon of the dash, they watch and peer to see everything in their years.
A car goes by.
Each driver teaches a lesson or a parable as they drive.
In the mall, in a hall, sitting at your desk, or exercising with all.
A 'car' goes by.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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All You Want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
And though sleep leaves me behind
there's nowhere I'd rather be
And now our bed is oh so cold
my hands feel empty
no one to hold
I can sleep what side I want
It's not the same with you gone
Oh if you'd come home
I'll let you know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
It's been three years
One night apart
but in that night you tore my heart
If only you had slept alone
If those seeds had not been sown
Oh you could come home and you would know that
All you want
Is right here in this room
All you need
Is sitting here with you
All you want
I hear your key turning in the door
I won't be hearing that sound anymore
And you and your sin
can leave the way you just came in
send my regards to her
I hope you've found that
All you want
Is right there in that room
All you need
Is sitting there with you
All you want
I'd like to watch you sleep at night
to hear you breathe by my side
song performed by by Dido from No Angel
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Sitting In The Midday Sun
(sung by the tramp)
Im sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
Ive got no need to worry, Im in no hurry
Im looking at the world go by.
Just sitting in the midday sun,
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Everybody say Im lazy
They all tell me get a job you slob,
Id rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
Than a rich man scared of losing all hes got.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
Why should I have to give my reasons
For sitting in the midday sun
Oh look at all the ladies
Looking their best in their summer dresses,
Oh sitting in the sun.
Ive got no home,
Ive got no money
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
I havent got a steady occupation
And I cant afford a telephone.
I havent got a stereo, radio or video
A mortgage, overdraft, a bank loan.
The only way that I can get my fun
Is by sitting in the midday sun
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
Oh listen to the people,
Say Im a failure and Ive got nothing,
Ah but if they would only see
Ive got my pride,
Ive got no money,
But who needs a job when its sunny. wah wah.
Everybody thinks Im crazy,
And everybody says Im dumb,
But when I see the people shouting at each other
Id rather be an out of work bum.
So Im just sitting in the midday sun
Just soaking up that currant bun,
With no particular purpose or reason
Sitting in the midday sun.
song performed by by Kinks
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Professionally, I remember Cronkite as a kid growing up, and more so for me, the importance of Cronkite was not him sitting there at the anchor desk, but him out there doing things.
quote by Ed Bradley
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My Puppies Love
I don't have jewels or gold
I have love from my dogs I hold
Their love so faithful and true
They're kissing my face when I am blue
A pat on their gentle head, and a bit of food
Looking into their eye's, you have to get into a good mood
Sitting on the couch, three dogs in my lap
I'm finding comfort, they're taking a nap
They have my heart we all agree
They are my little shadows and will follow me
Sitting on a pillow on top of my desk
Is my little poodle putting me to the test
Underneath are two pillows, with a dog on each
They loving lay within my reach
So if you need to fill a void in your life
Get you some dogs, that will cause you no strife!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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