It takes me a long time to get with a landscape. It took me 20 years before I wrote anything about Ibiza, and I haven't written about Oregon yet, although I've been there 20 years - possibly I'm almost due.
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Too Many Errands
TOO MANY ERRANDS
Too many errands
No time for a poem.
A Poem takes time.
Amichai wrote
Returned years later
To perfect.
Rilke waited in silence for years
Until the ripened fruit dropped.
Goethe finished only at the end of his long life
What he had begun at the beginning.
A poem takes time.
Perhaps for some of us
Even a lifetime will not be enough.
As I now desperate
At the end of a long distracted day
Hurry these lines down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All I Can Do Now Is Write Another Poem
All I can do now is write another poem-
The poems are small,
And do not require the long hours and long years
Of the books-
Like the world as a whole
I seem to have a shorter attention span
And less patience-
A poem can be written and given a name
In minutes not years-
Though some would say a great poem
Takes the travail of years of waiting
And years of work-
But I did not say
‘All I can do now is write another great poem'
Perhaps I have in all the years of the nights never written one-
I can write the poems I write
My kinds of poems
In a fairly short time-
All I can do now
Is write another of my kind of poems-
Whether they be worth anything,
Or not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Were Going To Ibiza
Hello party people
This is captain kim speaking
Welcome aboard venga airways
After take off will pump up the sound system
Cause were going to ibiza!
I dont wanna be a bus driver
All my life
Im gonna pack my bags and leave this town
Grab a flight
Fly away on venga airways
Fly me high
Ibiza sky
I look up at the sky
And I see the clouds
I looked down at the ground
And I see the rainbow down the drain
Fly away on venga airways
Fly me high
Ibiza sky
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! back to the island
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! were gonna have a party
Whoah! in the mediterranean sea
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! back to the island
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! were gonna have a party
Whoah! in the mediterranean sea
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Far away from this big town
And the rain
Its really very nice to be
Home again
Fly away on venga airways
Fly me high
Ibiza sky
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Loh, oh we oh
Thank you for flyig venga airwyas
We are now approaching ibiza airport
As you can see the sky is blue
And the beach is waiting for you
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! back to the island
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! were gonna have a party
Whoah! in the mediterranean sea
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! back to the island
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! were gonna have a party
Whoah! in the mediterranean sea
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! back to the island
Whoah! were going to ibiza
Whoah! were gonna have a party
Whoah! in the mediterranean sea
song performed by by Vengaboys
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We Are Going To Ibiza
Hello Party People!
This Is Captain Kim Speaking
Welcome Aboard Venga Airways
After Take Off Will Pump Up The Soundsystem
Cause We're Going To Ibiza!
I Don't Wanna Be A Busdriver
All My Life
I'm Gonna Pack My Bags And Leave This Town
Grab A Flight
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High
Ibiza Sky
I Look Up At The Sky
And I See The Clouds
I Looked Down At The Ground
And I See The Rainbow Down The Drain
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High
Ibiza Sky
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Far Away From This Big Town
And The Rain
It's Really Very Nice To Be
Home Again
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High, Ibiza Sky
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Thank You For Flying Venga Airways
We Are Now Approaching Ibiza Airport
As You Can See The Sky Is Blue
And The Beach Is Waiting For You
Whoah! We're Going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
song performed by by Vengaboys
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We Are Going To Ibiza
Hello Party People!
This Is Captain Kim Speaking
Welcome Aboard Venga Airways
After Take Off Will Pump Up The Soundsystem
Cause We're Going To Ibiza!
I Don't Wanna Be A Busdriver
All My Life
I'm Gonna Pack My Bags And Leave This Town
Grab A Flight
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High
Ibiza Sky
I Look Up At The Sky
And I See The Clouds
I Looked Down At The Ground
And I See The Rainbow Down The Drain
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High
Ibiza Sky
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Far Away From This Big Town
And The Rain
It's Really Very Nice To Be
Home Again
Fly Away On Venga Airways
Fly Me High, Ibiza Sky
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Ioh Ioh, Oh We Oh
Thank You For Flying Venga Airways
We Are Now Approaching Ibiza Airport
As You Can See The Sky Is Blue
And The Beach Is Waiting For You
Whoah! We're Going to Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! Back To The Island
Whoah! We're Going To Ibiza
Whoah! We're Gonna Have A Party
Whoah! In The Mediterranean Sea
song performed by by Vengaboys
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What They Will Say
Some times, I wonder if I write for the future.
That may seem like a strange statement to make.
Forty-three years ago, I wrote a poem
that at the time no one wanted to know.
Now it is my best-loved poem
read by countless people around the world.
Thirty years ago, I wrote two poems
and each one won me an award,
but at the time I wrote them,
no one wanted to know.
All of which makes me wonder
if what I wrote in my yesteryears
that then none wanted to know.
Could they all be popular now?
Today I started collecting and retyping
short stories I wrote twenty years ago.
At the time, publishers and agents
didn’t want to know.
Now twenty year on
I am wondering what they will say.
24 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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A Poem Can Be Written Anywhere, Anytime
A poem can be written anywhere, anytime-
A poem can be written too early in the morning
While waiting in Talpiot for ‘Rami Levi Supermarket’ to open-
It can be written in one’s head in a frozen Army barracks in Beit El
Or in a small room on Rav Berlin St on an old Smith- Corona
In the first happy years of one’s marriage-
It can be written for years from Haganah St. in French Hill
In the family years and the lonely ones
It can be written walking by the sea in Tel Aviv
With small children in hand-
It can be written on the same shore years later when one’s life has been broken
By Love’s desertion-
It can be written in old age on Rehov Shahal in Givat Mordechai
As one takes joy from the birth of one’s first grandchild-
A poem can be written anywhere anytime-
I have been writing my poems in Israel
For more than half a lifetime-
May those too
Who come after me
Read and Write Poetry here.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Analyze..whose mistake is it
Body has become frail and fragile
Unable to walk by the legs, work by the hands
In the long years even to see through the eyes
That the writings look like scribbler's prescription..
Whose mistake is it possibly..?
Soul has become fain adown
Neither to tenant its sheath nor to flee vibrant
In the long years even to vision through the mind
That it's wheezing inside a blurred description..
Whose mistake is it possibly..?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Faded Pages
Recently I started retyping
a manuscript of short stories
I had written twenty years ago.
The pages were faded;
too much time being opened to the sun.
As I typed, I smiled
at the things I had written
and the dialogue I had created.
The stories are about a cat
and looking at the world
through his eyes and thoughts.
I had even created him a language
that I had to write a glossary
at the back of the book to explain
what some of the phrases meant.
There is a vast array of characters
and most have a funny turn.
I also remember what prompted me
to write the stories long ago.
My original intention was to write
one story and one story only,
but a friend of mine at the time
persuaded me to write another and another.
Before long, a volume was finished
with enough stories to start another.
From a one off story I have written over sixty now
about the cat and all his friends.
Now as I flick through these faded pages,
which I haven’t read in years,
I find myself being reunited
with many long lost friends.
26 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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And then I wrote my first autobiography when I - well, it was 23 years ago. And since then I've written about one book every two years.
quote by Joan Collins
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Twenty- Fifth Yahrtzeit Of My Father
Dad I have written so many words about you
I have repeated your words again and again
I have described you
Laughed and cried in remembrance of you and Ma
All these years-
But what is it to you?
What does it all mean?
Is it ‘all just a dream'
There also?
Have these passing years meant anything for you?
Do you know of us and are you aware of all that has happened?
And when I come there most likely less than twenty- five years now
Will we meet again?
And will this longing to meet you end with nothing
Or with its realization?
Or perhaps will it never end
As we will both long from there too
Of the time we had together here for forty - five years?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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None of my characters seem to have had sex yet - I haven't written about that. And I wouldn't want to deal with what's happening in Oregon - the school shootings.
quote by Paula Danziger
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Is It Beautiful to Say I love You
Is it beautiful to say I love you
Even though I haven’t seen you for ten years?
But you once kissed my neck and you are not my aunt.
I still feel you there, and you are behind my eyes.
I look upon you though I haven’t seen you for
All this time.
You said two years ago that I don’t
Really know you, but that was on the telephone.
How come? I want to know
You, and in the language my hands create, I pretend
To know you. I know you! Or I am just foolish
And have never loved.
Stand in front of me and tell me you
Do not love me, and then I will leave you alone,
Though you might follow me if you wish,
With the trail my heart bleeds.
My favorite high school teacher says these
Poems are good, even though they are all about you.
He says get over you, but he also didn’t know
That I could graduate—I say, I don’t need to
Get over you. You are all that I have.
In fact, I need you.... not so much the poems....
And is that all there is when I touch myself
Involuntarily in the night, because I need you there?
Or will you finally come to me, and allow us to
Create for real all that I have hoped
And written.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Nineteen Years Is Long Enough (Revised)
For the first time in nineteen years I'm planning
Christmas with my parents, to be with them as
one singing Carols, preparing delicacies to eat -
but particularly singing songs mother wrote,
presenting the play she designed for us ages
ago when we twins were just six years old
Back then my brothers and dad spoiled things -
but this time we can present mother's songs less
their interference, and afterwards I can go for a
spin on brother-in-law's motorbike, making up
for events we missed when small - yes, this
Christmas will be a grand reunion ball
For the first time in nineteen years I shan't be
home; it's either or, never parents and hubby
together, and though he was angry hearing
my plans - after nineteen years he cannot
really complain - it is the first time I shall be
with them - I think it is fair,
Nineteen years is long enough
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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She Wrote About Our Mother.
She wrote about our mother and it took me far away
And many, many years in time back home to Claraghatlea
And as I read her letter I fought to choke the tears
For Millstreet, Cork and Ireland and happy childhood years.
She wrote about our mother long under Tanyard soil
And memories flooded back to me of one with ready smile
Of woman who worked hard for us for no reward or pay
The heroine of our childhood years of happy by gone day.
She wrote about our mother with sense of love and pride
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside
For one who done her best for us her very best she tried
And I still feel she is with us her spirit never died.
A letter from my sister in east Rockaway in New York
Reminding me of childhood years in Millstreet County Cork
She wrote about our mother whose passing left a void
And memories flooded back to me and tears welled up inside.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Why Do You Think That I Am Ambitious?
you met me a long time ago,
20 years ago, i counted the passing years
i did not know what your impression of me
was.
when our paths met a few days ago
you wrote me a letter
telling me that i am an ambitious man
there is nothing wrong with ambition
it is a positive trait
to go forward in life
but i am not really ambitious
i live a very simple life
not that kind that Basho lived when he was once here
on this very place of a simple dwelling
a leaking roof where drops of rain serve as count
for the rhythm of
a poem
banana leaves to five space for something green
a perfectly opened window the one that does not close even at night
because we all want to see the hills and trees
the landscape of flowers and grass
we even want to take the roof out
so we can see all the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Walked Last Night In A District I Lived In For Almost Twenty Years
I WALKED LAST NIGHT IN A DISTRICT I LIVED IN FOR ALMOST TWENTY YEARS
I walked last night in a district I lived in for almost twenty years
I came back after being away for a time
To visit an old and ailing friend
The streets were empty and lonely as they often were then-
I thought for the first time I understood how lonely the district itself is-
‘A lonely district’
I wondered how I managed to live there all those years
And how anyone still manages to live there-
I looked up at the sky and wrote in my mind a small poem of a kind I wrote many of in my years there
I remembered teachers and friends who had lived there
No longer of this district or any district on earth
I wondered how life goes and how from so many years so much life has been lived without having any place in my memory
I felt as empty inside as the district without
I did not have to wait long for the bus
And relieved inside it I put my heart to home
So many years had been lived there
I remembered taking my small children to the playground there
Now they thank G-d have children of their own
Oh the years go by and the life we have lived in them largely dies
Forever to be unknown again-
I put my heart and mind in a different direction
And began to do what I always do – not think of the district again
Life is this mystery and question we live through and never wholly possess even as we are experiencing it
How long before all will be gone for me
Including the district I live in now?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I'm sure you're aware, with the time it takes to put these books together, everything can suddenly start coming out at once even though I wrote anything between one and five years ago.
quote by Garth Ennis
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Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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22 Years
Written by john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young, dennis deyoung
Ive got a crazy little mama
Lord, shes my heart and soul
I dont even have to tell ya
She knows how to rock and roll
Well this crazy lovin mama
Makin everything all right
I dont even have to tell ya
She makes things seem outta sight
All right
Whenever Im down
And nothings going right at all
I just think about my baby
And all Ive got to do is call
When the evenings looking pretty
And the days hanging out too long
I know my baby cares about me
Right or wrong
It took a long time to find her
It took a lot of laughs and tears
It took a long time to find her
It took me 22 years
Ive got a crazy little mama
Said, lord, shes my heart and soul
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I dont even have to tell ya
She knows how to rock and roll
Well this crazy lovin mama
Makin everything all right
Yeah
I dont even have to tell ya
She makes things seem outta sight
All right
It took a long time to find her
It took a lot of laughs and tears
It took a long time to find her
It took me 22 years
Oh my
22 years
22 years
22 years
22 years
22 years
22 years
22 years
song performed by by Styx
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