If you don't get noticed, you don't have anything. You just have to be noticed, but the art is in getting noticed naturally, without screaming or without tricks.
quote by Leo Burnett
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The One
'Come over here' he said
'Let's you and me
talk private.
I've noticed you
noticing me
and I wonder if
that is illusion
and am I making it up
or if it is true
and you did
notice me.
If not fine
I'm gone.
If so
let's talk.
What is the truth?
She:
'Yes I noticed you-
I saw you;
I mean
but that is all-
I noticed'
He: 'Well what did you think of me
when you noticed me?
Did you like me? '
She: ,
'Like you?
I don't know you'
.
'Well what did you think.
Well I thought you, , , ,
Actually I didn't
I wasn't thinking
I was just noticing?
'
Ok, nothing
no spark?
'No, no spark.'
In my twenties i would look into every
face and ask
are you my Future One?
And each face I peered into
would be examined and evaluated
and ultimately graded
and done within 3 seconds.
But if one
noticed me
noticing
I would end up
in conversations
like the above one.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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You'd Be Making a Lot More Money
Why don't you go somewhere else,
Where you can become more 'noticed'.
'Noticed?
Noticed for what? '
What it is that you do.
'I don't know what you mean by that,
However...
What makes you 'think' I am not noticed? '
You can't be.
Not here.
'Oh...
I see where you're going with this.
You mean 'noticed' in a way,
That celebrities and stars are noticed'
Yeah, yeah...
Exactly.
'So you can say you know me?
Is that it? '
NAW!
So 'you' can be happy!
'And...
I'm not happy? '
You can't be!
'Why? '
Because you live 'here'!
'OH...
So I can not be happy,
Doing exactly what I choose to do...
AND live here.
Is that it? '
People don't have respect,
For someone like you...
Here!
'And what makes you think,
I am not accustomed to being disrespected?
That has nothing to do with what it is I do.
Nor my choice to live here.
I love what I do.
I love where I live.
I love the people I come in contact with.
Why would I choose to go somewhere else?
I can expect to get disrespected.
AND...
Check it out!
That has helped me achieve my success!
And I couldn't afford to get that anywhere else,
But right here.
That may seem foolish to you!
But my mama didn't raise no fools! '
You'd be making a lot more money!
'To have you calling me every five minutes,
To borrow some?
No thanks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Withstand The Crowd
if all of you shall dance
to be noticed
i won't, i would be still like
a post
i would stand tall like a wall
if all of you go right
to be noticed i will go wrong
and if all of you wear yellow
to be noticed
i wear black
and if all of you are so silent
like zombies
i will scream and to be notice well
i will dress like an angel
if on the stage the three of us are
displayed
you two tumble
i will make bubbles like a fish
as you tumble like the weeds
i like to stand in the crowd
in the sea of conformity
i would like to be the black urchin
of your discomfort
if i must bite you i will
only to be noticed
for you never really care
you never really really love me
truly
that 's the reason why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tortoise (Love Poem)
This girl came to my party,
And petted my tortoise,
In nineteen sixty four,
When I was eight, and
No-one noticed, not even me.
She still complains today
That she missed out on
Her jelly and ice-cream,
When she was seven, and
No one noticed, not even me.
I think when ten years later this
Beautiful blonde said yes, she
Would be mine, and is today, this
Tortoise slow was still around, and
No one noticed, not even me.
I tell our children now grown-up,
That I have found a tortoise is
The perfect way to find the girl,
Who will be yours forever, when
You are eight and she is seven.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.
A Sky So Blue
I never noticed how beautiful the sky
is when you lay on the ground
I never noticed until I opened my eyes
and really looked around
I noticed the pretty white clouds
and the sky so Beautiful Blue
The innocence in the sky
reminded me so much of You
I wounder is you're happy
looking down from that great big sky
I wonder if you remember me
When you're sitting up there so high
I suppose everything will be okey
looking up at the sky so Blue
And I suppose the sky is happy
having someone up there like you
We had to do a 'Notice' poem in my English class... So this poem is kind of ammiture... but I hope you like it anywyas.//♥
poem by Jade Just me
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For i have never ceased loving
TIME passes so swiftly
i do not notice how this black hair
has turned gray
how these fingers once tight-skinned
have loosened like some used
condoms
if i did not stop for once
and scrutinized
each part of me
how could have i noticed that
i never ceased
loving
despite the fact that everyone had
aged
how could have i noticed that
most of them
have already left
towards the unknown
beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You and My Shadow
You never noticed how your single glance
pressed my shadow on the wall.
And by simply smiling even once,
my pressed shadow falls
and melts into the ground.
As though some unseen force from you
had taken control around.
How come you never noticed
my shadow on the wall...
pressed by some unseen force
when by my name you called.
And how it hid beneath my feet
when your shadow's close to mine!
Just when I walked ahead of you,
it's almost left behind.
And now you kiss me with your lips,
your eyes have said it all.
But dear, have you noticed
my pressed shadow on the wall?
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Nobody Else In The World But You
(don henley/jai winding/stan lynch)
You live in a house of mirrors
Reflecting your splendid isolation
You have so much of everything
Except for true consideration
The way you dance
The way you walk
The way you drive
The way you talk
The way you eat
The way you drink
The way you act
The way that you dont think
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
Hey now, did your momma teach you anything?
Some things still got to be respected
Is it a sign of the times, or is it just your callous heart?
How did you get so disconnected?
The way you push
The way you shove
The way you hate
The way you love
The lies you spin
The scenes you make
The grief you give
The space you take
Its like theres
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here, too
And now its time you did a little giving, baby
The world is not your plaything, no, no, no
(solo)
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Nobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed
Theres lots of other people here
Nobody else in the world but you
Nobody else in the world
Its like theresnobody else in the world but you
In case you havent noticed there are lots of other people here, too
song performed by by Don Henley
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Footprints in the sand
One night I dreamed I was walking
Along the beach with the Lord,
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there was only one.
This bothered me because I noticed
During the low periods of my life when I was
Suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord, “You promised me,
Lord, that if I followed you,
You would walk with me always.
But I noticed during the most trying periods
Of my life there has only been
One set of prints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
Have you not been there for me?
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints
It was then that I carried you.”
poem by Katie Evans
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The flower in the Wild
As i walk past hurriedly
I notice this violet flower staring back at me
It lies quietly yet loudly screaming with beauty
I stop!
Amazed at the sight
As i bend down to pick it out and make it mine
I freeze!
Ashamed at my Selfishness because not everything beautiful has to be mine
let it grow....its fine!
And i walk away yet i wonder
Why i had never noticed this splendor
How i always noticed the overgrown Bush but never the Flower
Oblivious to beauty, my quest for lifes treasures left me blind
....Blind to the flower in the wild
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Here And Now
this i've noticed of late
that my self is weary
trying to tune itself
to hear those
distant melodies
the ears long for
a melody tuned
here and now
this i've noticed of late
that this skin is weary
of imagined caresses
and longs a tryst
even if it meant
a passing touch
of the little finger
but here and now
09oct2009
00.25hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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That Light - That Sound
'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
In the stories I'm told
In the glitter of gold
In the habit of many a nun.'
'I've noticed that sound before, ' she said,
'In the tinkle of glass
In the whisper of grass
In the ring of an ambulance bell;
In the patter of rain
In a whimper of pain
In the secrets that children tell.'
18 May 1971
poem by David Lewis Paget
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What A Day
A piece of mail
A letter head
A piece of hair
From a human head
Theyre sayin to me
I shouldve killed it
I shouldve killed it
I shouldve killed it before
Youre right, youre right
Kill the body and the head will die
Theyre laughin at me
I shouldve learned it
I shouldve learned it
I shouldve learned it before
-what a day, what a day
If you can look it in the face
And hold your vomit
A wet sneeze and a no left turn
A row of teeth and an encouraging word
Beneath a mile of skin
I shouldve noticed it
I shouldve noticed it
I shouldve noticed it before
What a day
What a day
What a day
Dont you touch it
song performed by by Faith No More
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Have You Ever Noticed
Have you ever noticed
the higher the station
the bigger the fool
that resides there
and when it comes
to decision making
they can not see
further than their nose
or their greedy pockets
they line with others dough.
Have you ever noticed
most on the bottom rung
know exactly what
has to be done,
and then they get promotion
and forget everything
as they become in a higher station
and take up a fool’s position
as they stretch out
to become number one.
21 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Is That A New Approach?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?
You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?
'I don't know if you will like it or not.
But I'm sure anything will improve,
Upon your dance moves.
Is that a new approach?
Or is this your way of starting up a conversation? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Change (an Observation)
I have noticed that, in the face of death by way of terminal illness, people are encouraged to do all the crazy things they've ever dreamed of.
And I have noticed that, in our able-bodied everyday lives, we are simply thought of as crazy when we pursue our dreams.
If I could change the world in any singular way, I would make it standard practice that, impending death or not, we encourage and admire those who nurture their crazy dreams.
poem by Hollie Ash
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Present Stage
To be noticed would be a journey
To let people in would be, too
To scrape my knee on concrete
To feel their love would be sweet
To be noticed would be a journey
To have some support
To know that people love me
Without getting hurt
To be noticed would be a journey
To be me, so someone would see
To have a person to turn to
In my time of need
To express myself
Withtout pain running deep
He took my trust away
Without trust, I can not see
To have trust again would be a journey
To feel loved again would be and adventure
But 'would' sometimes never comes true
Even if they see your pain
Maybe someday I'll trust again
Let people in
Have some support
Without getting hurt
Feel the love
To be me
Having somone to turn to
In time of need
poem by Chatara Conway
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Communication Skills
Your conversation...
It's all over the place.
'I'm glad you noticed that.
Because I am responding to you.
I pride myself on listening.
And delivering immediate feedback.
So...
If you have noticed 'my' conversation,
Has been all over the place...
Not making sense OR contact?
Listen to yourself sometimes.
You will find your communication skills,
Way off track.'
So what are you saying?
I don't pay attention?
'Well,
It's like this...
If you think my conversation is scattered,
And it is just the two of us 'in' one conversation...
And I am responding to 'you'?
You figure that one out by yourself.
Because it is obvious to me,
You don't need me here...
To enjoy your own thoughts! '
True!
Maybe I should be a writer...
Huh?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With a Focus More Noticed
There is a difference when one stumbles,
In a crumble that humbles.
It is noticed with more focused,
When notoriety is attached.
There is a difference when one speaks,
With a tone that seems to reach...
Beyond definition.
And there is a difference influenced by comprehension...
When ignorance is fought.
And a breaching of it leaks.
That which is taught...
Is feared by those who refuse to see,
A rise in higher consciousness.
And freely given by those who teach.
With a focus more noticed,
When notoriety is attached.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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