When I finally held the trophy, it was just how I imagined it would be.
quote by Gabriela Sabatini
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Imagined
Imagined the world described as heaven
Imagined the world all is even
Imagined everywhere without evil
Imagined the absence of soldier only civil
Imagined a quest between good nature existence
Imagined people, place and body with no cause for defence
Imagined air, love, soul and all virtues show their face
Imagined the extinction of all the different race
Imagined we always praise him who live above
Imagined nature ruffs all calm like pure dove
Imagined that you are not imagining
But all this is happening
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Bing’s Clambake Golf Trophy
Precious gift that held Bourbon Whiskey for Bing,
'White Christmas' at Christmastime he did sing.
This gift is a “1972” trophy for golf,
I protect it in case it does get lost.
See when Chucky was alive,
he hung out with Bing
and they did all sorts of things.
Like boxing, going to the pool hall,
this was always in the city of St. Paul.
See Bing went into incognito,
never dressing up in a tuxedo,
but drinking he never did ditto.
See Chucky stopped drinking but Bing did not,
He said “Chucky, I’m going to drink every last shot”.
Including the Whiskey Bourbon made in Clermont Kentucky,
in the 31st Clambake Trophy I got from dear friend Chucky.
Since Chucky is gone the trophy has moved on,
to many places like my friend's Minneapolis condo.
I had it retrieved when a friend used a duplicate key,
to get it back in my possession for me.
Then Clambake Trophy I did lend,
to another longtime friend,
staying on a refrigerator in Wisc “cheeseland”,
Now I finally have Trophy back again,
reminding me of Bing and Chucky our friend.
Written on Feb.13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Maybe..
It’s been a while
A while since his hand dialed my number
But, today
Today anything seems possible
He could call, he could call
Finally – thank you.
It’s been so long
So long since his eyes found me
But, today
Today he saw me
He saw me, he saw me
Finally – thank you.
It’s been forever
Forever since his arms wrapped around my body
But, today
Today he held me
He held me. He held me
Finally – thank you.
poem by Nikki Taboada
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Please stop teaching my children that everyone gets a trophy just for participating. What is this, the Nobel Prize? Not everybody gets a trophy.
quote by Glenn Beck
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What is the point of competing for a trophy if everyone gets a trophy?
quote by Glenn Beck
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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See Myself In You
IF I MET YOU, ON THE CORNER,
WOULD I KNOW YOU, AS YOU ARE
WOULD I TAKE YOU, FOR A STRANGER,
AND BRUSH PAST YOU IN THE DOOR
IF YOU CALLED ME, WOULD I HEAR YOU,
OR WOULD I WALK AWAY TOO SOON
IF I LINGERD FOR A MOMENT, WOULD I SEE MYSELF IN YOU
IF I FOUGHT YOU, LIKE A SOLDIER,
IF I HAD YOU, IN MY SIGHTS
WOULD YOU ASK ME, TO REMEMBER,
WHO IMAGINED, I WAS RIGHT
IF YOU WITNESSED, MY SURRENDER,
DO I KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO
IF YOU HELD ME, LIKE MY BROTHER,
WOULD I SEE MYSELF IN YOU
WELL I DREAMED MY END WAS NEAR,
I WAS ALMOST GONE
IF I DREAM THAT DREAM FROM HERE,
CAN I STILL COME HOME
IF YOU CALLED ME, WOULD I HEAR YOU,
WOULD I KNOW, WHAT I WOULD DO
IF YOU HELD ME, LIKE MY FATHER,
WOULD I SEE MYSELF IN YOU
IF YOU HELD ME, LIKE MY MOTHER,
WOULD I SEE MYSELF IN YOU
song performed by by Randy Travis
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God’s Trophies
I am but one trophy of God’s Grace, to be displayed in every place,
Each and every place, which I go, for His Matchless Grace to show.
God’s trophy for all eyes to see, what God’s Grace has done in me,
God’s trophy is my changed life, of what He’s done in Jesus Christ.
This world is God’s trophy case, filled with those changed by Grace,
Changed to live their lives for Him, the Savior, who died for their sin.
Other fallen sinners just like us, who in Christ have placed their trust,
Trusting in The Lord above, He saved and changed us by His blood.
We are set in place by God to shine, with a Love that’s purely divine,
With a glow that’s not from us, but from our Savior’s Righteousness.
And when we let our Shepherd lead, God brings others to their need,
Their own need of the Savior’s Light, to deliver them out of the night.
So that they shall be a trophy too, of God’s Grace, like me and you,
Another sinner that has a New Life, through our Savior, Jesus Christ.
One more, saved to be a vessel for, the Righteousness of The Lord,
With work by God prepared for us, who come to know Christ Jesus.
We were saved to one day rise, to our eternal home above the skies,
Saved by Grace on this earthly sod, to be new trophies for our God,
Together we can shine His Light, in a world where wrong seems right,
And then will see our Savior’s face, when in God’s eternal showcase.
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Held Up With Just A Stick
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick,
It seems...
Held up with just a stick,
One's head...
Held up with just a stick,
Their arms and their legs...
Needing to be fed.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
One's pride...
Held up with just a stick,
Two eyes and two ears...
Living poverty so near,
To...
Famish it is clear.
And...
Held up with just a stick,
Hunger.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And those who fight death in their sight.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick,
Life!
Held up with just a stick,
Pride!
Held up with just a stick,
Blight!
And living this is NOT a gift.
Held up with just a stick,
And...
There's no benefit to it.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
Held up with just a stick.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Must Be Thinking Alike
So many nights we didn't fight but never talked much
We just lost touch
I think we knew our dream come true was slowly dying
No denying
Now comes the time we must decide to go or stay
To get it back somehow or throw it all away
We must be thinking alike
You never held me so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
Let's just stay home
I'll get a pizza and a movie we both wanna see
And later on who knows what we'll find to agree on
It's been so long
Dim down the lights, turn off the phone and the TV
I can tell the way you're smiling back at me that
We must be thinking alike
You never held me so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
We must be thinking alike
Holding aech other so tight
We must be finally doing something right
I'm not about to give in
This is a fight we can win and after all this time
We must be thinking alike
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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The Glutton Mistress****************1978
glutton for punishment is the name of the game
living in that kind of hell, is quite a shame.
never knowing from one day to another
if he'll leave you as a mother.
so you go right back with your head held high
nose in the air touching the sky.
untill his feelings finally die.
then and only then, will you finally realize
a glutton mistress can not compromise.
poem by Louis Rams
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When The Pain You Imagined
WHEN THE PAIN YOU IMAGINED
When the pain you imagined was signaling
Your death,
Suddenly disappeared
You were born again
And the whole world
Opened before you
As a gift.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I believe that there never was a creator of a philosophical system who did not confess at the end of his life that he had wasted his time. It must be admitted that the inventors of the mechanical arts have been much more useful to men that the inventors of syllogisms. He who imagined a ship towers considerably above him who imagined innate ideas.
quote by Voltaire
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Ive Still Got The Love We Made
(michael garvin, chris waters, tom shapiro)
You know I cant find the letters you wrote to me in school.
And that shoebox full of photographs got lost in my last move.
I gave away that old twin bed where you and I first laid.
But after all this time, Ive still got the love we made.
And that old beat up car we dated in, finally turned
To rust. and the first rose that you gave me, oh it finally turned to
Dust. but all those tender nights we shared are never gonna fade.
Cause after all this time Ive still got the love we made.
Ive got every feeling we felt when touched.
Cause even though fell apart I kept a part of us. Ive held
On to everytime we held each other tight, and promised that no matter
What wed never say goodbye. I dont have one souvenier
Of us Id meant to save, but right here in my heart
Ive still got the love we made.
Ooh right here in my heart
Ive still got the love we made.
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Casualty Of War
The stench of gasoline and gore
permeated the encampment.
I am a prisoner of war
And I’m held in a stinking tent
that I share with a gun toting
taliban soldier. His black eyes
staring intently and gloating
as though I were a trophy prize
whose head would soon hang on a stick
for all his turbaned insurgents
to pelt with stones and broken bricks.
I expect his malevolent
Nature to vent with certainty
which translates: it’s curtains for me!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Swollen (Final Chapter)
they talked throught the night
as the candle burned down, exchanging
the stories of their lives.
then finally, they just sat in the stillness,
listening to the walls of the old house
breathe.
he thought about his life, the work, the
family, the love... all gone.
she whispered, 'be still, they're coming...'
the lights of the cruiser inched up the
street. stopping, they shone a light into
the old house, like fingers probing.
they sat motionless, afraid to move..
finally, they moved on.
'they'll be back, someone's called...' she
began to cry.
he sat up and dug in his pocket. pulling
out a wadded up old black and white photo,
he straightened it out, taking out a fifty
dollar bill.
'i want you to have it... when they go to chasing
me, take the baby, and run...'
before she could say anything, he was up and
out the door.
he crouched in the bushes at the end of the drive.
when he saw the cruiser coming, he stood up and
let out a whoop. he took off running as fast as he
could go, trying to put distance between them and
the old house
when they finally cornered him, one street over, he
put up a struggle. as they beat him to the ground
with their batons, he imagined he could see the lights
of a car going down the street. it was the last thing
he ever remembered!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Mother's Poem
an eternity of wait
and you held on and stay
strong till this very date
through the pain misery
and anguish, through the
torment and suffering
you stayed strong and
held on
finally my birth date
you gave me this world
all i had to do was grab
with open arms
cause of you mother i am here
and though none i do can
match what you did for me
i can show you i appreciated
your sacrifices
poem by Robert Roberts
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Free
You held me captive for far too long,
I didn't realize you were that strong.
There were no chains, no locks, no bonds.
And somehow now I'm free.
Your smile, your touch, they held me tight,
I was distracted whenever you were in sight.
You controlled my dreams when i slept at night.
I don't know how I've been set free.
You stood so tall when over me,
over my desires you gained mastery,
But one day i opened my eyes to see,
Thank god I'm finally free.
poem by Sarah Crews
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Art does not 'mean' anything
..or else conceived or imagined be
try as well hard a place to hide
from those insisting the meanings there are
the meanings there meanings be must at least
conceived or imagined be
so you want to know what a poem means
so you want to see that the art is sense
of x is y I take eye for an eye
for too often outwritten by art
I can say art does not 'mean' anything
because it's all
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Disillusioned and Damned
That night
the joyful screaming,
we were yelling arbitrary questions to a greater power
that we do not believe in.
That night
I played you my favourite song
and imagined myself dancing through a field of daises
and I hoped that if you could see me there
among the flowers
you would finally think that I am beautiful.
That night
I broke your last cigarette in half
and your eyes were wild with fire,
you walked away and then came back.
That night
you asked me who I was
but I was too afraid to let you know.
That night
you cried because you realized how much you really loved me
and like a firefly you caught me in a mason jar
and marvelled at my rarity
but when the morning came, its light overpowered me
and I looked ordinary again
and at all once
you forgot
that I ever shined
at all.
That night
I think the concept of Love took form,
and finally began to resemble us.
But that morning
I was wrapped in your arms
and you said,
'I wasn't myself last night'
and it was strange
because that night
was the night
I had loved you
the most.
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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