I'm often asked if I regret not going to Hollywood. I'm glad I didn't go, because if I had I wouldn't have my extended family, which is the fabric of my life. Only recently have I realised how special and unusual it is.
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We have been such Great Friends
love, it is rude
for you to ask me
to give up what has
been closest to my heart
- my special rights, my roses
i felt offended,
dishonoured, insecure
and of course furious
you have asked
for the one thing
that means quite the
most to me
perhaps, you do not
treasure me anymore
and want to part ways
let me be blunt about it
to drive some brains into you
it is also in the way
you have asked
not that i care a hoot about
what you have asked
but to ask me to give up
my freedom, is stepping
on my freedom
tearing up my world
you would have wronged me
less if you have just asked
or even pleaded with me
whether to have that special rights
shared with you, extended to you
the former earns you a scorn
the latter you know the way that i am
a laugh together with you or even at you
you know we have been such great friends
and you know the way i am
you should not have even asked
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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More than a half, maybe as much as two-thirds of my life as a writer is rewriting. I wouldn't say I have a talent that's special. It strikes me that I have an unusual kind of stamina.
quote by John Irving
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My Last New Years Eve Party
I recently moved house to reflect my personal situation,
my neighbours asked me to their New Year celebration.
I didn’t know anyone, so I mingled around for a while
I introduced myself and tried hard to raise a smile.
The guests weren’t the most sociable that I’d ever met
they didn’t want to mingle and get to know me yet.
They were preoccupied and didn’t want to know me at all
I thought I had the plague and was just about to fall.
The back ground music was depressing and very low key,
on the sombre and eerie side to do anything for me.
When I asked about a music change to a happier kind of mood
I received stares and glares, which I thought extremely rude.
It was then that I felt unwelcome and wished I’d gone elsewhere,
and began thinking of an excuse to get the hell out of there.
A young woman approached and said, “It’s much too early yet! ”
“For what, ” I said. “Why, for leaving here without regret.”
“What gives you the impression that I want to leave, ” I said.
“It’s written all over your face and it’s so easily read.
You look way out of place and bored out of your head,
you dislike the music, and the conversation is dead.”
“You’re not wrong, but do you know any of the guests here? ”
“No, I’ve only been to two of their parties this year.”
“I suppose everyone here including you all live close by? ”
“I do, but the others come and go in the blink of an eye.”
“What do you think of the music and the people here tonight? ”
“Oh, I’m used to the music, but this lot are a miserable sight.”
“Isn’t it unusual, everyone’s dressed in their Sunday best
and it leaves me wondering what’ll happen next? ”
At the very first stroke of midnight the morbid music ceased,
everything and everyone’s colour began to be released.
Each chime, brought a greyness and an added translucence,
and by the last chime, everything faded into non-existence.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Why Is It In 3-D?
I think you misunderstood my comments.
I am happy for you.
I really am.
To have discovered a film that traces your family tree,
Back in time for hundreds of years...
Is indeed remarkable.
And...
You say it is authentic?
Right?
All I asked you...
Was to reconsider 'how' it was found.
Why is it in 3-D?
And the composer is listed as John Williams.
Don't you think there is 'something' unusual about this?
That is all I asked.
I did not mean to upset you.
Nor have you believe,
I question the length of time your family has been here...
Living,
As you put it...
On the 'downlow'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
for a change.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Hollywood didn't know if I was an actor or a nut or if I was this crazy character I was playing. I had developed an image of being a little bit unusual, different and wild.
quote by Nicolas Cage
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Only If I knew
When I saw you I didn't know what to say
But, when I kissed you I didn't have a choice
But, I wish I knew earlier
That to be in love one has to be responsible
One has to risk their lives for each other
But now, Iregret that I did
It's hard to believe
How we are falling apart
How our love became into a fairy tales
I wish I knew earlier how love could be dangerous
But it's ok
because if I did I wouldn't experience
It was my decision
to be in love with you
to give you the world
oh, I wished I had listen
I don't regret that I fall in love with you
But I regret I knew you
I'll miss the moment that we had
that I know for sure
I'll miis you but we'll meet again someday
I don't regret I fall in love with you
Only if i knew how would weend up
I wouldn't go further
maybe, that's what I deserve
but thank you for the moment we had.
but
only if i knew
poem by Guenael Oristel
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0427 We'd never have guessed..
There’s so much
we never know,
would never have guessed,
never asked,
and now regret that
we never asked,
about what it was like for ‘them’
before we were born…
I can’t remember exactly
how old I was – eight? - when I knew
that Mum couldn’t possibly
have been my mother.
She was so innocent, so simple, yet
so quietly organised,
so sensible, so unlike me
- who was unlike Dad anyway, didn’t he remind me -
that she could never
have had.. sex? .. with Dad..
It must have been my ‘naughty’ aunt, who had me,
‘father unknown’ but conveniently
adopted by my ‘parents’ -
the one who had an eye for the boys
and boy did the boys have eyes for her,
who asked every evening if she could
go out and play with them, while
Dorothy did her homework,
learned double-entry book-keeping by post,
did part-time secretarial work,
became the first female bank-clerk in the town, and still
made the cakes and scones to sell
in the terrace front-window shop
before she went to morning school or work,
while Grandad wheezed in the armchair, sick from the cotton mill..
It was only when my mother, in her sixties, took me
on her annual holiday once to see my
aunt (?) Mary, and the two played one-up
all the time, that I realised the truth of this
familiar family play of life:
Two daughters, fighting for their father’s love,
picking each their role: the one,
doing all the right things to win his love;
the other, forever testing his love
with naughtiness; (she never married, just
played the Magdalene) :
he died, and yet
they carried on their fight; Grandma was
some bystander, I guess. And of course,
Grandad loved his ‘scamp’ so much –
she, the same twinkle in his eye
that he had when he courted Grandma..
Who won, in the end? Neither? Both?
After I saw that, it didn’t seem to matter so much
which of them was really my mother. It would
have been fair if they could, somehow,
have shared me; and maybe, I them.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Centerfold
They asked Napoleon Bonaparte
To pose for a girlie magazine,
He said, 'Try Josephine! '
Who answered 'I wouldn't do anything so obscene! '
They said they'd asked Cleopatra,
Who claimed it didn't really matter
But wouldn't they prefer Mark Antony,
He's sure to command a handsome fee?
' Cos you certainly earn a lot of gold
By being a Playboy Centerfold! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Loved Stranger
I remembered I'd promised my Aunt Adele before she died
that I'd get in touch with her family in Oz
just to put matters to rest, since they'd not spoken for years
since she upped and went off with this Pom
and left the family without its clever high-earner...
I wasn't looking forward to it with all that bad blood -
'Enough for a vampire's transfusion' said my uncle, the culprit -
but a promise is a promise. I had Auntie's old phone book;
worked out the time here that would be Sunday afternoon in Oz.
The voice was open, strong, friendly - I guessed I'd hit
that great moment when they'd had the barbie,
the few beers after the few beers,
the guests had just gone off
and the washing-up could wait until after a beer...
He was really glad I'd phoned -
he'd been away from the family most of his life, one reason and another -
so we didn't have much to try to piece together
which was probably a good thing, could've been
a pretty forced, stilted conversation -
so we got chatting about one thing and another,
our different lifestyles, our families -
and you know how it is, strangers on a train and all that,
got quite carried away, about how much we enjoyed life,
loved our wives and families, wouldn't change a thing,
what life had taught us - almost anything, everything really
like we were old friends who hadn't met up for years..
It was quite late on in the conversation, when we were working out
if we couldn't fix up a family visit, and he'd said,
no, they'd never lived in Adelaide (after which city
Aunt was proudly named - 'greatest city on earth' they said,
not having travelled further than Sydney -)
when I realised I'd phoned the wrong number; but
felt good and he too I guess.
So I had to choose the moment
to laugh and say hey this is an expensive call,
talk to the wife and call you back, Jacko...
I've never known my family so bloody merry
as when the story got around.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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small conversation in the afternoon with John Fante
he said, "I was working in Hollywood when Faulkner was
working in Hollywood and he was
the worst: he was too drunk to stand up at the
end of the afternoon and so I had to help him
into a taxi
day after day after day.
"but when he left Hollywood, I stayed on, and while I
didn't drink like that maybe I should have, I might have
had the guts then to follow him and get the hell out of
there."
I told him, "you write as well as
Faulkner.:
"you mean that?" he asked from the hospital
bed, smiling.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Relations II
Family is a blessing filled gift
From the almighty
So that we may never drift
From our loved ones
But in your family are some people
Who are in your heart special to you
But better it is that you do not show
Sometimes you feel lucky
To have them in your family
You give without repaying
That is what families do
They may not be special to others
But they are special to you
Still you do not show
That is what family means
poem by Nosherwan khan
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Hollywood Swinging
Ahh now party people!
Now party people getting down!
Now you've got to put your hands together!
Just
Get on down and get on down and
Get on down!!
Alright!
Hey Hey Hey!
Come on now! Gotta sing it now...
What you got to say?
Oh, what you got to say now?
Hey Hey Hey!
Come On Now! Gotta sing it now...
What you got to say?
Oh what you got to say now?
Hollywood
Hollywood Swingin'
We got that, we got that, we got that
Hollywood Swingin'
Hollywood! (Hollywood now)
Hollywood Swingin'!
Oh! Now I got that swingin' Aheheh!
I remember
Not too long ago
I went to the theatre
And I saw the Kool & The Gang show
I always wanted (oh yes I did)
To fit into a band
I got to, I got to:
Sing my songs, sing my songs, sing my songs
And become a big piano playing man
So here I am, here I am, here I am...
Oh, in this Hollywood city
Yeah.. City of stars, movies, women and cars
Well I guess.. I guess I have to stay! Alright!
Hey Hey Hey! (Come On Sing It!)
What you got to say? What you got to say now yeah?
Hey Hey Hey! (Sing It Now!)
What you got to say? What you got to say now yeah?
Hollywood! (Hollywood Yeah)
Hollywood Swingin'!
Yo swing it like that!
Hollywood! (Hollywood now)
The Hollywood swingin'!
Oh.. Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood now!
Hollywood Swingin' Oh a hey yeah!
Hollywood Hollywood Hollywood!
Now Hollywood Hollywood
Now they're all swinging in Hollywood!
Hollywood Swingin'
Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood now Hollywood! [x lots
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Prom
Last night and great moments
For us seniors to go to
Prom
We going have time of our life
Last time we to have fun with each other
In this special night
One last time to dress up, good nice and
Have a good time with each other like this
Get music started
So I can dance
Let’s eat and drink from all dancing we all did
I need a break and get back to dancing afterward
Taking pictures, eat dinner, staying out all night and being at
Prom
Is just amazing feeling and there is no words to describe it
It doesn’t matter what I ride to get to
Prom
As along I am there with friends and enjoying my time
Tonight we can show what we got
I’m not going care, worry and just dance like I mean it
Let get this night going until midnight
Don’t let music stop, keep it going
We will look back on our
Prom
Night and look at memories we have
We didn’t regret it and glad we went and also didn’t miss fun
This is very important night for you and me
I can’t believe I was there and I glad I went
I will never forget it and I was smiling like I never did before
Even thought I wish I was with you baby dancing
This was such a blast time I have at
Prom
poem by Christina Phan
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This Valentines Day Revised
This Valentines Day,
I promise to love you more than I have in the past.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to make you feel more special than I ever have before.
This Valentines Day,
I promise that I will never make promise I can’t keep.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to make you smile bigger than you ever have before,
This Valentines Day,
I promise to give you the biggest hug I ever gave you before.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to kiss you so softly, you get butterflies in your stomach.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to never tell you I love you and not mean it.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to remain forever yours.
This Valentines Day,
I promise to write you at least one poem every month.
This Valentines Day,
I promise that I will be here next year and the year after that as long as I can help it.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I'm yours.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I meet you.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad you know how to forgive.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad you love me.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I love you.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad I didn't leave.
This Valentines Day,
I'm glad to say you're mine.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I get to see your beautiful face light up when I see you.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I stopped hating you for no reason.
This Valentines Day,
I’m glad I held your hand that one day at the carnival.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than just flowers and candy.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than little red hearts.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than a hallmark holiday.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than just sex.
This Valentines Day,
Is more than little ‘Be Mine’ cards you got in kinder-garden.
This Valentines Day,
Is a day of true love,
This Valentines Day,
Is a day of just laying in bed and snuggling with you.
This Valentines Day,
Is one way I can show you how much I love you.
This Valentines Day,
Is special because I’m with you.
This Valentines Day,
I’m so deeply in love with you.
2-11-07
poem by Brandi Young
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Not So Usual
This is the most unusual story, of a most unusual girl
she's the paint in my picture, of a most unusual world
she can crawl out the frame while shes hanging on the wall
and shes calling my name
shes not so usual, wo
shes most unusual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes mostly a ghost, the way she watches over me
she complains when I smoke, but then you do the same to me
shes controlling my brain activity, knowing when i go to sleep
she'll catch you when I'm falling hard
shes so unusual
shes not so usual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes not so hooked on the drugs like I thought that she was
and never sucking on the lime, and hardly sipping on the wine
and dispite of her bipolar rollercoastering
I think I can trust, she'll keep me singing differently
and its fine cause shes with me now, most all of the time
trying to saving my life, thinking none of her own
and always kissing me goodnight when i just need to be alone
shes so sweet, so discrete, shes exactly what I need
not even make believe
shes not so usual
so unusual
shes not so usual
so unusual
not so usual, and not to practical either
but shes not so mystical, but not to magical either
but shes not so outta control, and not so used to the flow
shes not so usual
nah, shes a natural
ohhh, shes not so usual
shes most unusual
shes so unusual
shes so unusual
shes gonna use me ohhh
shes not so u...
shes not so u...
not so u...
not so....
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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I'm glad I didn't have to fight in any war. I'm glad I didn't have to pick up a gun. I'm glad I didn't get killed or kill somebody. I hope my kids enjoy the same lack of manhood.
quote by Tom Hanks
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I Once Couldn't Get Enough Of You
It's strange how you aint on my mind no more.
Strange I don't feel you,
Like you at my front door.
And absent is any thought I have of you.
This is good news.
Maybe far away from my neighborhood,
You have moved!
It's funny now that I don't have to roll my eyes.
I don't have to prepare my lips for a frown,
'Cause I'm glad you're not around.
It's also less of a grief when I go to sleep.
Before I couldn't do that.
Because in my mind you wouldn't leave!
I hope and pray everyday is like this.
The longer you stay away,
Brings my life much happiness.
And to think it seems as if it was recently...
That I once couldn't get enough of you,
When you told me I was all you ever would need.
But today I'm so glad...
You thought enough of me,
To have left all this fresh air to breathe freely.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hollywood Liar
Liar, liar, liar, hollywood liar,
Who are you, to crash my party, with your mediocre blues,
Your powder has no power over me,
Dont talk to my friends, the way you talk to the girls from the valley,
Youre just another liar to me,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
I can see right through your act, the way you lie to yourself,
About deals you know dont even exist,
Dropping all those names the way you think the game should be played,
Youre just another liar to me,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
(say) too mon to mon toul le jomey le very tey,
Too par too par, cullear, reason,
Unfortunately youre my neighbour,
But certainly not for long,
Huh, Im the writer of this,
Im the printer of that,
What you gonna do next?
How you gonna top that?
Distributor of this,
Editor of that,
What you gonna do next?
How you gonna top that?
How you gonna top that?
How you gonna top that?
(? )
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood,
Hollywood,
Hollywood,
Hollywood liar,
Kiss me?
(? )
Hollywood liar,
Hollywood liar,
I dont buy it baby!
You just get out of my party!
song performed by by Grace Jones
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I was recently on a tour of Latin America, and the only regret I have was that I didn't study Latin harder in school so I could converse with those people.
quote by Dan Quayle
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