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I haven't spoken to my wife in years. I didn't want to interrupt her.

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My Whole Family Is Dysfunctional

I.
I haven’t spoken to my brother in ten years.
His brain was slammed in a car accident,
never got any therapy because dad didn’t believe in it.
Somehow he came into some money
and spent it on surplus military vehicles,
which he leases to Hollywood from time to time.

II.
When my dad’s appendix burst, he didn’t know it,
tried to kill the pain with bourbon,
finally phoning me in delirious distress
and I called the ambulance.
My sister wouldn’t let the paramedics in.
The police came with a megaphone,
busted down the door.

III.
I hadn’t spoken to my alcoholic mother in 13 years
when a stranger called and said she was dying.
I flew to Chicago and spent the afternoon
at her comatose side telling her body
what I’d been doing for the last 13 years.
She died the next afternoon
while I was out getting a sandwich.

poem by Michael Philips
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I haven't got a car or a house. I've got a wife, but I didn't pay for her! I spend all my money on my glorious wife. She's here with a knife at my throat!

quote by Mackenzie Crook
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Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In (Positive Negative)

Hey, haven't seen you around in a while [x4]
I didn't go to work for a month
I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight
I haven't hung out with anyone
'Cause if I did, I'd have nothing to say
I didn't feel angry or depressed
I didn't feel anything at all
I didn't want to go to bed
And I didn't want to stay up late
When youre living your life, well, that's the price you pay
Whenever I breath out, you're breathing it in
Whenever I speak out, you're speaking out
I didn't go to work for a month
I didn't leave my bed for eight days straight
I haven't hung out with anyone
'Cause if I did, I'd have nothing to say

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Whenever I Breathe Out

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Whenever You Breathe Out, I Brea

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I haven't seen or spoken to Ray Collins in at least 10 years so I don't even know if he's alive. I hope so.

quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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I Haven't Forgotten

I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!

I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!

I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Dream

Look at you now you really haven't change
Still as beautiful as first day we met
But something's different doesn't seem so long ago
Amazing how the years can go
When we wanted different things
You wanted a family I was chasing my dream
I didn't know what I had back then
How could I go off through the growing pains of being a man?
I really didn't understand
I took you for granted
Now it's out of my hands
Now I wish I had it too do all over again

(Chorus)
Cause all I do is dream about the times we had together
We used to think that day would last forever
But who've thought it be my fault we didn't make it
And when I'm missing you so much that I can't take it
I just close my eyes

song performed by by Glenn Lewis from World Outside My Window
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In Love's Memory

Two thousand seven, two eight less one,
In gusts of lust the deed was done.
Quenched at length, sans innocence;
Her kin’s dissent fell vainly pled
Husband and wife were wholly wed.

But oh! Yet prior to their vows made ripened,
And at the curious wife’s behest,
All confidence and trust, by guile, was broken
Gutted by a stranger’s kiss.
Though wed, wife’s life remained unchanged
Her husband’s heart was n'er the same.
Love promised haven nonetheless
…Yet delivered just a little less.

Wife’s words reduced to meaning less.
Words flowed profuse… but meaningless.
Exposed the wife’s core faithlessness.
And of wife’s nuptial promises?
- Those vows she did so bold profess! -
…She delivered just a little less.

Husband’s faith renewed through solitude,
Wife’s waxed and waned in fitful moods.
Husband, born to sing alone,
Reborn to sing his song alone
Wife, born to sing the siren’s song

Love promised haven nonetheless
…Or maybe just a little less.
Love promised haven nonetheless…

…A brief respite … no more, no less.

poem by Jr. Alto Lee Thomas
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Lonesomeness

At the news agent’s a woman in her forties spoke to me, said she had
lived in Algarve for two years, from Romania, used to be a doctor, but
here she could only get a job as a cleaning lady. I dislike being spoken
too by people I don’t know; perhaps I look of avuncular and reliable.
I commiserated with her plight and began walking away, but I can’t out
walk anyone she followed said she was looking for a friend in this cold,
cruel world. I occurred to me since she was lonely had become a little
unhinged. Men tend to drink too much when alone, women fantasize
about true romance, for both it is often a one way road to oblivion.
I was waiting for my wife she had been to the bank, when she showed
up the other woman shrunk off, but my wife wanted to know who that
woman was, like I should know. No one should be so alone they accost
strangers in the street it is sad and scary for those spoken too. Loneliness
is a curse and can make people mad.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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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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Instead of Portraying Togetherness

Haven't we once touched upon this before?
Haven't we both together paced...
Back and forth upon these floors?
Haven't we sat,
In corners...
Facing closed doors latched?
Quietly dispatched to a matching silence,
We attracted in defiance!

Didn't we have our backs against the walls...
Calling out to one another,
In faint whispers no one now recalls?

As darkness descended upon each other....
Discovering then we both needed to begin anew,
Perhaps with someone other.
Like so many have done and do!

You promised that to me...
And I promised that to you!

Why are we now struggling,
In shadows that subdue?
Haven't we once touched upon this before?
Haven't we both together paced...
Back and forth upon these floors?
Didn't we say the last time never again...
We'd come to this end?
Pretending a fresh start we'd begin,
...again!
Back then?

This is not the bliss we wished.
Why can't we forget...and end this?
Instead of vowing to stay,
In a union that brings us both dismay!

Instead of portraying togetherness...
Let's together from this just split,
And walk away!
Not tomorrow!
Now...
Today!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It takes three to make a family

(The Mistress or mother)
My son was a gift,
But his father didn't think so,
He left me alone,
With his son I mind you,
I was just a girl,
And he a man,
He did not care,
He left me bowed eyes and broken,
A Lord was he and I Mistress was I,
We were in two different worlds,
Seperated by our familes,
But our son not like us,
A son forced to see his parents like this,
I can still do te best for him,
His father is a monster not a man,
I am scared for my son,
What of his life?
No, I must do my best for him,
If I don't I'll let both of us down,
Years have past and now my son is a man,
I'm dying slowly,
I don't want my son to worry,
I know that I'm on my deathbed,
And I'm as king forJesus.
(Lord or father)
I did not leave her,
She left me,
I couldn't find her,
I wanted my son,
She didn't give him,
Now she's gone and my son with me,
My son's mother was my late wife,
I wanted them both,
But she sought me to be a demon,
Lies upon lies,
I was persuaded from my mother,
My wife listened to our converesation,
Many years later my son is married,
Now I'm going to meet my wife,
Together in heaven,
We have all eternity,
Jesus please keep our son.
(Son)
I am a man who loves,
Mom and dad didn't know,
I am the birth of their future,
They died without knowing me,
I am their son,
But all their time was fighting,
Mentally and emotional,
I spent my childhood afraid of them,
On a nevering chase against time,
My family will teach and give me love,
Years, many, many, years later,
I am a great grandfather,
Now and finally I am on my deathbed,
And I'm happy,
A tear has fallen out my eye,
I am now ready to reunite with,
Both my mother and father,
Jesus thank you for bringing,
The family together at last.

poem by Qeeony Luv
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Kiwi Dave

For forty five years I've been working and I'm just an unfettered slave
And I have gray hairs to show for it I am quoting Kiwi Dave
Five years to go to retirement I was sixty last birthday
And ever since I've started working it's been uphill all the way.

My ex wife said that I was a drinker that I was too fond of the booze
That was her excuse for leaving she said I was born to lose
But I take it in moderation after work three or four beers
And I've been a slave for her and for my children for close to if not twenty years.

Fifteen years ago she left me and she went to live with younger bloke
She got more than half my assets for years to her haven't spoke
She turned my son and daughter against me and my six grandchildren I don't see
And I will spend my usual Christmas on my own watching T.V.

Kiwi Dave is a good person though just a little soured by life
And things for him would have been better had he had a faithful wife
'A woman she can make or break you' with that who could disagree
Dave could see the truth in those words for who would know better than he? .

For forty five years he's been working the hard worker Kiwi
Dave
And for his ex wife and his children for years he has been a slave
He looks older far than sixty the hard life has made him gray
Five more years left till retirement it's been uphill all the way.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I Really Haven't Got The Time

(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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A letter to My Dad

Dad it's been twenty years,
since you have been gone now
when ever I think of you
the thought, brings tears

There's so much to tell
you, I don't know where to begin
two months, after you died
we had a son, he's so big now, I'm in a spell

I wanted for you, to meet my wife,
in a way you did, only at your funeral,
by then, it was to late
strangers were we, but never any strife

Between us, there was no hate or any love
many wasted words had we
I would like to mention, we have a daughter,
and she's sweet as a dove

Remeber the day, that you gave me old shep
he was a very fine dog
for a long time, I had him
for many years, he had a lot of pep

After nine years, he died too,
seems like ever thing I love
dies sooner or later
and that makes me feel, very blue

You don't realize, how much you love
some one, until their gone,
and then they
fly away like a dove

Toward the end, we had some good talks
you told me many things i didn't know
at your farm, on our many walks

You told me how you played ball,
it must have been something,
to have played back then
my son, dad like you is very tall

I have a very happy life
dad, I wish you could meet
my son and daughter,
also my wife

Dad, it's to bad, I didn't know you better,
too many years were wasted
and I should have told you, I love you,
so that's the reason, for this letter

written June 18,1990 In Memory of my dad Elmer W. Foulk
Born September 13,1904 Died October 10,1970

poem by Jim Foulk
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Silent About That Night

In later years,
seated around a huge fire,
crackling and spitting on a snowy night,
the best beer in Europe frothing from the jug,
they'd ask him, jocular like but curious with it,
how it felt to be remembered
just once a year, all over the known world
for that one night long ago?

' 'tis strange really: he were a right sod to work for afore that -
never a word to me, as if I didn't be there;
but that night, it were strange -
it were the moment he stood there looking out of the window:
there were summat in the room -
wish I were a writer, like,
to say what it were...

we've never spoken about it, mind,
but we both know it's there unspoken, like..
we haven't had a bad word between us ever since...
that's what I'd like to write about,
that's the moment...'

silence for a time, as they looked into the hissing fire,
those woodcutters and their mates;
then put their coats on, trudged out
into the snow 'where the saint...'

well you know the rest...

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The basal shade

Socrates illuminated the world
But didn’t, his wife.
Gandhi severed Indians shackles;
But didn’t, his wife’s.
Karl Marx fought for work force
But not for his maid.
Every light has a basal shade.
09.11.2004

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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\ Love \

He told the
Therapist
How vexed
He was
As his wife
Didn't feel
Sexed.

The therapist
Told him if he
Gave his wife
A lot of love
She would
Surely give him
Sex.

So now his
Wife feels
Ever so happy
Seeing her hubby
Falling head over heels
In love with her again…

After so many years
Of ‘busy'ness, finally
He has made the time
For her…

She's been
Telling the
Ladies of her
Kitty party,
Tales about this
New found love.

Alas! The gullible lass
Little does she know…
Why so? !

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Haven't Changed The Room

Music & Lyrics by Barry Manilow
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Here is the room that we shared
The room that you cared for
So I haven't changed the room
How did the years slip away
I could swear you're still there
For I haven't changed the room
Now that you're gone
What am I to do
So many fantasies
Plans that we made
That will never come true
And I haven't changed all that much
And I'm sure you'd be proud of
The way that I came through
So if you happen to be passin' by
To make sure that you recognize it
I haven't changed the room

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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My Whole Family Is Dysfunctional

Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In (Positive Negative)

Whenever I Breathe Out

Whenever You Breathe Out, I Brea

I Haven't Forgotten

Dream

In Love's Memory

Lonesomeness

Is It Beautiful to Say I love You

Instead of Portraying Togetherness

It takes three to make a family

Kiwi Dave

I Really Haven't Got The Time

A letter to My Dad

Silent About That Night

The basal shade

\ Love \

I Haven't Changed The Room

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