In my life, I don't need to have my face plastered everywhere. It's not really something I want.
quote by Alexis Bledel
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I like to be able to come and go as I please, and I don't really like having my face and name plastered around. I think it's a bit weird to have your name plastered on every page in a magazine, where in each case you're using a different piece of equipment.
Tabloid Moments
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
Intimate details of celebrities,
Has made the paparazzi a new industry.
And the squeezing of produce in a grocery store,
One is reminded which 'star' is on what diet.
Is it celery and grapefruit?
And what are avocados used for?
An escaping from those tabloid moments,
Seems to be an incredible impossibility.
Plastered on everything that is moving,
Are advertisements reminding...
What's on TV, what to eat, how to dress
And what to read.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is In Their Eyes
I am not one of the muppets.
Having fantasies is not my dilemma!
Dissecting it from those
Trapped in costumes
Disguising their worth...
Is the utmost challenge,
All of us face today!
Since masquerading is coming to an end.
These folks have 'never' been exposed.
Without unmasking their true feelings.
And it is in their eyes,
A desire to be freed!
Although Mickey and Minnie...
Will forever have plastered smiles!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clown Up
Muscle torned -
I collide into straight through another bend -
What rips the edges of my heart -
Pain which burns my fire into flames -
With veins plastered into my flesh -
Smacked into the sky -
I bond to the cracks -
Bones leaking marrow -
My blue print to life -
My storm is trapped inside from, spoken to the wings, whichhe outside -
What narrows the arrow to a sparrow -
Black is black to a crow -
The forgotten blood of the army -
Which lost to the white in snow -
Do not climb; be the ladder -
So you will remember to go up, instead of down -
As blueberries pie in the face of a clown
poem by Unic Cjonr
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The Show Must Go On
I walk through the halls at school
A smile plastered to my face
I smile and wave at every fool
And never do I dropp my pace
As I chitchat throughout the day
And laugh and walk and smile
I keep hoping someone will say
You need to stop all this wile
But nobody seems to detect
No one seems to care
That I am no where near perfect
And under my smile is a glare
So I keep up my act
As every actress must do
While I know that for a fact
That cuts tomorrow will be new
poem by Lauren Renee'
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Save your tears
I still remember that night,
the night i made a vow,
a vow not to cry
until i saw you crying beside me.
You tell me you need to say
something important.
you tell me you have to leave,
and your sorry.
a tear runs down your cheek,
and i feel the tears start to come down,
but you stop me, saying
Save your tears, for some one who deserves them.
And i remember, that same night
the night you were packing,
and walking to the station.
i was sitting in my room,
crying my eyes out,
for you.
I remember sitting there for hours
with a blank expression,
plastered to my face.
Then it really sunk in,
the fact you were gone,
forever.
And since that night,
the worst night of my life,
the night you had abandoned me,
I have never cried.
poem by Daichi Nomura
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Behind The Window
Behind the window there’s a room
An untidy bedroom
A closed bathroom
A classy lobby
A busy kitchen
A tense meeting room
Behind the window there’s a life
A messy life
An ordinary life
A perfect life
A hard life
A fraud life
Behind the window there’s a face
A curious face
A lonely face
A smiling face
A tired face
A bored face
Behind the window there’s a story
A funny accident
A sad moment
A happy picture
A meaningless fight
A dull living
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Be A Wo-Man
Inside extinguish my fire burns - My scars to face your back - You hide by fear - Frontal is the attack from the rear - I am less the man to the man in woman - Yet you feel weaker by what was told - Lies so black has plastered your eyes - The reason you breakdown your cry - I tell you, the power you yield no man can shield - Not by birth and not in death - Not in the sky with water to warlock by breath - Break you can, broken is the glass by sand - The tree never decided in one day to be, evolved to withstand which you refuse to see, and mainly they are she - stretch your branches to give life to the leaves, your roots have been shaded since birth - By mother Earth - Feel her need, you are not just the carrier of seed - feel the read to succeed - feel the need to feed
poem by Unic Cjonr
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On The Wall
On the wall hangs a face, not a face of love or hate.
Not a face of expectancy hope or curiosity.
Not a face of hurt, sadness or anger.
Not a face of colour, shadows or darkness.
Not a face of life or death, but just a face, a hanging face.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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Juggling
Standing in a milk line you were
talking of depravity, of blood lines
and the breast enhancement.
A teenage fringe bomber wants
to sew the civil society and explodes
himself before the empty bakery.
A young gal throws her son
from the ninth floor and then jumps
to get the justice from indifferent god.
Can we talk and wash away our
guilt? Crossing the river was
not enough, we need drinking water.
Bits of human flesh are plastered
on the walls. The death wears a
face of daddy to kill the times.
poem by Satish Verma
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Turning The Town Red
Youve been taught that this wont do
They put me in the picture but the film turned blue
A glimpse of you, turning the town red.
A head full of brand new words and a mouth full of shocks
Youre a big boy now, with a face to stop clocks.
Turning the town red. (x2)
You made your bed, and now you better dream in it.
The word that you once whispered, now youre screamin it.
Days drip down like bad wallpaper.
Pictures plastered on the ivy creeper between your old toy soldiers
And your mothers sleepers.
Turning the town red. (x2)
You made your bed, you better face the consequence.
A black pool opened at my feet into a dream sequence.
Turning the town red. aah. (x4)
You know I heard her call my name
Least, I think thats what she said.
Surely Im the correlation thats gonna cause her shame
So, whats she doing in my bed?
Turning the town red. aah.
(repeat.)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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On patrol
The AK-47 bullet
hangs as a pendant
with dog tags around my neck
(it could have been a memento
made of gold from you,
but our love is through,
shattered into pieces)
and it swings to and thro
while I bend to wash my face
in the cold water of the stream
enemy boot tracks
lay plastered in the mud
on the riverbank and in the stream
I spot two dots, barely showing eyes
where a crocodile drifts on the prowl
and this morning the bush, the river
smells different, somewhat peaceful
as if no man has ever wandered here
but the sub-machinegun
next to me, keeps reminding me
that death lurks everywhere.
poem by Gert Strydom
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What İs Life?
life is a blank, fill it.
life is a problem, face it.
life is an equation, balance it.
life is a sum, solve it.
life is an experience, go through it.
life is a challenge, accept it.
life is a load, carry it.
life is a ship, sail on it.
life is a question, answer it.
life is success, enjoy it.
life is a book, read it.
life is a game, win it.
life is a gift, receive it.
life is a prayer, chant it.
life is a pain, bear it.
life is a camera, so better face it with a smile.
poem by Chocolaty Pie Shreyasi
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I would love to expose multiple younger generations to Frank's music. It's not an easy task because It's not ever going to be plastered all over the radio for the masses.
quote by Dweezil Zappa
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Face To Face
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: face to face and eye to eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Face to face and eye to eye
R: leaves from the tree, fall down on the floor
Life comes and goes, you cant ignore
Touch your soul when you finally realize
Youve heard it all before all the lies
Youre on a mission, no time for wishing
It can be magic, like a magician
Face to face and eye to eye
This is your last and final try
A: face to face and eye to eye
We look the world right in the eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Youve one last chance and baby, so will i
R: will we all succeed or is it over soon?
Nobody around just stars and the moon
A race against the clock, is there some time?
Just wait for the light, wait for the sign
You made the same mistakes that you made in the past
Didnt help you out, didnt make you last
Face to face and eye to eye
This was your last and final try
A: face to face and eye to eye
We look the world right in the eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Youve one last chance and baby, so have i
R: face to face and eye to eye
This is you last and final try
A: face to face and eye to eye
We look the world right in the eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Youve one last chance and baby, so will i
A: face to face and eye to eye
We look the world right in the eye
Face to face and eye to eye
Youve one last chance and baby, so have i
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Towards sunset we had cleared down to the level of the 12th step, which was sufficient to expose a large part of the upper portion of a plastered and sealed doorway.
quote by Howard Carter
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When You walked into the world from God to man
When You walked into the world,
from God to man,
nobody really realized
what kind of offering You were making
when You got involved with man
bringing healing to pain,
with a slapping whip drove out
the white plastered priests
and in astonishment
people saw Your love,
when You with the last bit of life,
near to death,
still spoke of mercy
and asked Your Father forgiveness
for them that in humiliation
with pain were murdering You,
before the wide universe
man merciless had portrayed the depths of sin.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
poem by David Bennett
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Holiday Heat
Sticky, plastered paint peels
From sun dusted walls,
As shadows creep backwards,
Towards the point of the day,
Where,
Heat blasts it's volcanic breath,
To bake
Those who dare.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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