They always want me to play myself and that's a big snooze.
quote by Michael Stipe
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Snooze, You Lose
You snooze you're gonna lose and she won't want you back again
The way you keep on playin' is impossible to win
Soon you're gonna see you'll head to at the end
You're goin' to hit and miss
You snooze you lose baby
[Verse 1]
Hey boy you haven't been payin' attention to my friend,
I know you think you're the man the way you do your thang .
And I bet you're havin' fun when your hangin' with your boys.
Well your relationship with your girl is comin' to an end .
You keep thinkin' that she won't leave
but again
song performed by by Christina Milian
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Your Poppa's Pooped
Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
But...
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
'But daddy...? '
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
'But daddy...? '
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
'But daddy...? '
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
'But daddy...? '
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
And a snooze is overdue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Staying Swift On My Feet Keeps Me Peaceful
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I've had to break away from that habit,
That addicted you...
To select which objections,
You preferred to accept.
When you allowed them to happen.
And I annoyed you as you slept!
Oh no...
Some things in my life,
I just had to let go!
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
And too tired have I become,
From excusing myself through it...
When from you I would leave.
Only to return.
To find you still unaware and fast asleep.
And getting disrespect,
Coming at me from both ends...
I could no longer justify.
You can close your eyes and keep them closed,
For all I care.
Today I don't have those concerns.
You snooze you lose,
That's it.
I'm no longer in the business,
In keeping you updated...
As to what occurs,
In front of your doorstep.
I have learned,
Staying swift on my feet keeps me peaceful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God's Secret Splendour!
It is the sunrise once again - that special moment when
The light of heaven warms the morning flowers!
The chorus of the sparrows flies round and round like arrows
In celebration of the dawning hours!
Plants with petals open wide in thanks for heat supplied,
And fragrance fills the very air itself!
City gents are on the march with shirtsleeves full of starch -
All business-like and on-the-look for wealth!
Young children, with a yawn, greet each new day with scorn -
With school, perhaps, the first thing on their minds!
The family pets awake! (Let them out for goodness sake!)
And so, you see, each brand new day unwinds...
Town gossips start to call, and give their very all,
As soon as they can sit beside a phone!
The pilgrims start to pray, petitions to relay,
And God gets an earache when the grim ones moan!
How few have seen the splendour of sunrise soft and tender -
Unparalleled in Nature’s vast array!
Late nights are our excuse - that’s why so many choose
To snooze and snooze and snooze... past break of day...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Dazzle To Daze Those Awakening
There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.
There is nothing like a pinch of salt,
That comes to sting a wound...
Healing on the effects of sugar and spice.
And all things created 'should' be nice and sweet.
While those homeless and hungry suffer,
From visions of living their reality living in the streets.
As those of gluttony and greed tease others,
With a taste of their theft with an acquired laziness kept!
There is nothing like a dose of truth,
To awaken the stubbornness...
Of a sleeping done,
Wishing to snooze through life.
There is nothing like it.
There is nothing like witnessing,
The dawn come shining through to blaze...
And dazzle to daze those awakening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Such A Good Boy
(carly simon/robbie shakespeare/mike mainieri)
He asks her for permission
To take the car
Light his cigar
Play his guitar
Burn down the barn
He asks her for permission
To tie his shoes
To take a snooze
To read the news
To sing the blues
Chorus:
Hes such a good boy
A real mamas boy
She treats him like a toy
Hes such a good boy
(repeat)
He asks her for permission
To get a tan
To play his hand
To blow a grand
To be a man
He asks her for permission
To say goodnight
To see snow white
To watch the fight
cause shes always right
Chorus
She points her finger
And waves her hand
And acts just like a queen bee
But hes foolin? her
cause he doesnt ask
Her for permission
When he comes to see me
Chorus
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Pierre The Penquin
'I have just been swimming to catch my fish. I have 3, I love fish it is absolutely delicious, I don’t want them cooked, I can’t see the sense in that, I will eat them raw one by one and savor every bite. They are cold and slippery to slide down my throat. I will eat my fish first, then I might go for another swim, or I might go for a snooze for a while.'
Who knows?
Pierre the penguin has just been swimming,
to catch his evening meal.
He does not need a boat for this,
or a rod or reel.
He can swim very fast,
and catch his fish quite easily.
Pierre is well equipped for this,
has you all can see.
He has a flipper on each leg,
that makes him very strong.
So, when he goes swimming,
he can stay out there quite long.
The fish are cold and slippery,
to slide down Pierre's throat.
The oil in the fish,
gives Pierre his lovely coat.
After his meal,
he might go for another swim,
or he might go for a snooze.
Which one do you think,
Pierre, should really choose?
poem by Pamela lutwyche
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A Restful Sleep
I was sneaking off to sleep
and was waiting for my alarm to beep
and then I did weep,
with only three hours to sleep...
I could hear only
beep, beep, beep
From my bed I did ooze
and very quickly did press snooze,
crawled between my sheets,
fell into a restful sleep
until I heard a loud
beep, beep, beep
and once again, I did ooze
and once again, I did press snooze
but could not sleep
for all I could hear
was the tock, tock, tock
of the clock, clock, clock
I hit the sheets,
rose to my feet.
'You will not tock!
You stupid clock! '
and in the heat, it did
Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
And with my all
I kicked the clock against the wall!
after which,
in my sheets I did creep,
and did nothing but
sleep, sleep, sleep
poem by Joseph Wordsmith
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Grade school is the snooze button on the clock-radio of life.
quote by John Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Play To Play
Play to play
Not for home
Not for bed...
Play to
The ground...
Play with
Ball and the bat
OR run and play...
Live your body
Good for health
Have the nice...!
Twice the day
Morning and
Evening go to play...
That is secerat
Of your life
Understand
To try with
Play to play
Day by day....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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On The Radio
On the radio
I love the music
On the radio
Its what theyre playing
When the radios on and you
And me get crazy
Hey, mister on the radio
Please play my favorite song
The one where she didnt go away
Hey, mister on the radio
Youre really my best friend
Please play my favorite song for me
Hey. mister on the radio
Youre with me every day
And late at night I turn you on
On the radio
I love the music
On the radio
Its what theyre playing
When the radios on and you
And me get crazy
All of the rock and roll djs
Got their fingers on the world
cause they play the songs
That make you and me feel so good
Turn up your radios
And hear the music
On the radio
This song is playin
When the radios on
And you and me get crazy
Radio dj monologue:
One minute the back side of midnight its me captain gonzo ready to roll hot wax anything you want to hear
All night its a balmy 73 degrees in fog city, 71 in the valley 80 in santa cruz (? ), but remember if you snooze you lose
Im gonna hang with you, Ill crank it on...so let me know what you want to hear phone lines are open now
You say it you know Im gonna play it and be ready to win when I tell you to call in and whatever you do
Remember the phrase that pays puts your brain on vacation and let your toes take over keep your pedal to the metal
Ill be back in sixty seconds, in the meantime go with it, go for it, go nuts, go completely wild.....
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Life is what you make it: If you snooze, you lose; and if you snore, you lose more.
quote by Phyllis George
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Countryside night
Turkeys and chickens
Snooze in the black locust—
The Moon nestled
Among the cherry plums
tanka by Laura Văceanu from Haiku: Magazine of Romanian – Japanese Relationships (2002), translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Two Ways To Play
Somethin' crossed my mind again
You were in my eyes
It was somewhere out by Bombay
And I'm tellin' all those lies
I've been there and you've been there
And there ain't no mistake
We could take it anyway
But the one thing we can't fake
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
And I'm gonna play it right, this time
Yeah
There's always the easy numbers
There's those hard ways too
There's those cheaters blunders
It's either one of two
But fortune telling's mezmorizing
In the game of chance
But rollin' dice ain't sympathizing
When you play romance
There's just two ways to play
Just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
I can't control the numbers
I can't control your sexy ways
I can't control my inner thunder
It makes me want????????
Two ways to play
There's Just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
I'm gonna play it right this time
There's two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
Two ways to play
There's just two ways to play
And I don't want to stay
There's just two ways to play
song performed by by ZZ Top
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poetry May Be Play
Poetry may be Play-
Play of words,
Play of feelings,
Play of thoughts
But the deepest poetry
Is not play.
Play is not the thing
When it comes to the deepest things-
They are beyond play
And perhaps even beyond Laughter-
Play is O.K.
But Poetry in its most holy and painful ways
Is beyond Play.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
Rock Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Just play
Play for
Any time...
Life is play...
So..
Play on bed...
Play on job
Play on home...
Play on friends
Play on relations...
Play on any wear
Any time to play...
For life is just play...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Drops of rain
Rain drops
play for tree's...
play for grass...
play for sands...
play for sea...
play for river...
Play for sun
On the sea day...
play for moon
on the river night...
Rain drops play
Too play...
poor cotage inside
A shaver...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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By Day I Might Finger My Fiddle
By day I might finger my fiddle
But at night I reserve exclusively
To the playing with my flute
And when I am through
With my playing of it
I notice how quickly
This helps me snooze
It has been a long time
Since I've been invited to do a duet
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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