I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.
quote by Bill Watterson
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So so
And so,
I clearly grow
I clearly strive,
And to provide
I clearly work,
And while I work
I clearly push unto the side
The nagging doubts,
The nagging thoughts of all those whom I can't abide,
And so I work,
But for what gain?
To ease the burden on my brain?
To quell my heavy altered heart,
But most of all,
To keep me sane.
poem by Maria Grace Kelly
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The Nagging Wife Won The Prize
There was a news from New Zealand,
about a nagging wife and a hesitant husband.
The wife was nagging her husband to buy a lottery ticket,
who was reluctant and hesitant,
postponing until 2 minutes before the sale closed.
The ticket won the prize.....the highest and the most.
It was about 4.2 millions NZ dollars.
They could'nt be happier.
The husband thanks his nagging wife,
for the rest of his life,
because the nagging has its bright side,
making them millionaire overnight.
Nobody's Listening
I have a heart full of pain,
I tried to give you everything,
But I noticed that nobody’s listening,
I tried to warn you,
I told you everything I know,
But nobody’s listening,
Thank you for ignoring me,
Giving me this heartache,
You caused me to see what was unknown from the start,
I want hear you say those words,
That you don’t love me no more,
Want to hear you say you hate me,
I knew this was never real,
I have so much pain that can not understand,
But nobody’s listening to me,
Ignore me, hate me, punch me,
Just let me know that you weren’t listening to me from the start.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Who Am I? 3
Who am I? Who am I?
I don’t know anymore.
Not so long ago I had friends by the score
who were knocking on my door,
but not anymore.
Just the nagging question.
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
I don’t know anymore.
My parents are gone
and my sister does not want to know.
I am left in a limbo
and not sure which way to go
with only a nagging question.
Who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
My identity is fraught with indecision.
My life is in a whirlpool of dissention.
I am lost in a wilderness
of which there is no escape.
I cannot tell who I am anymore.
All I have is a nagging question in my mind.
Who am I?
18 May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Do, Get Away!
Do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
And oh oh...
Do, get away!
From the pinch that inches tensions.
Don't give them more attention,
To incense sentiments.
Eliminate that taste.
And oh oh,
Yes...
Do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
Don't be used as sucker bait.
Or be a loser estimated.
Get yourself away right now today!
Keep your flow going.
Demote those 'whoa-s' that float.
Without delay.
And stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers!
And get yourself away,
Right now...
Today!
Don't let them pay a cent,
As if they pay you rent!
And, get away!
Oooooh do, get away!
From those player haters.
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
Without delay.
Oooooh,
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
And get away.
Oooooh,
Stop that nagging that attracts,
The backbiting of braggers...
And get away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Quiet Life
Somethings happenin but Im just gonna turn a blind eye.
If I see no evil, ask no questions, and I hear no lies.
Cant communicate with minds that are small,
With some people its like talkin to the wall
And a fellow who walks away,
Lives to battle another day.
And Ive really got no appetite
For a fight,
Not tonight.
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
No ambition to rock the boat
When I can just stay afloat.
Be content with a quiet life
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil at all.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.
Id rather have em think Im deaf, dumb, and blind
Than aggravation every time I speak my mind
Keep _________ at a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
I could easily blow my top,
Start a row,
But why start now?
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
[instrumental section]
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.
song performed by by Kinks
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Stranger On A Quiet Street
When all the thrills have been forgotten
The chill of night can call them home
And all the dreams that you left stranded
Will slowly start to come along
I felt it as she slipped away, slipped away
I didnt have the words to say
When I saw the stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
You can go straight as an arrow
You can go straight as you dare
Walkin the old straight and narrow
Dont always get you there
The sun was shining when I saw it all
She was moving to a different beat
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
It came to me out of the blue, out of the blue
There came the moment that I really knew
When I met a stranger
A stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street, on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
Stranger on a quiet street
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Black Bruises II
I can ponder upon the blackness,
the garrulous of silence
placated by benign solitude
I can endure the ostracizing
listening to lulling lullabies,
listening to trembling metals,
listening to enraptured echoes,
listening to a soundless shattering,
listening to nothingness,
listening to guffawing crows,
listening to diffident clocks,
listening to the waning time;
but am I the only one listening
to these black bruised whispers?
poem by Norman Santos
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The nagging women of the world
Nag, Nag, Nag
They nag about the money
They nag about sex
They nag about it all
From simple to complex
The nagging women of the world!
Before the plane takes off
They nag about jetlag
Suggesting the holiday
Will only be a drag
They nag about the food
Whether it is bad or good
They nag about fingernails
And overcrowded jails
They nag about the music
Without comprehending the lyrics
They nag about people dressed in rags
And chosen colours of a country's flag
The nagging women of the world!
They nag about cleanliness
Forgetting the word gentleness
They nag at you if you snore
Or if they think you are a bore
They nag at you if you are late
Refusing you food on the plate
They nag about the polluted air
As if they really care
I shall never understand
Those men called husbands
That put up with these women
The nagging women of the world!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I'm given a shirt that's too clean, one that's completely white, I immediately start having doubts.
quote by Antonio Tabucchi
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Square One
You're in control
Is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control
Is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which you travel in
From the top of your first page
To the end of the last page
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
I said I'm on the top, I can't get back
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
The first line in your first page
To the end of the last page
That you...
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
Oh, you just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
Is there anybody out there who
Is lost and hurt and lonely too?
They're bleeding all the colors into one
And a few come undone
As if you've been run through
Some catapult who fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you're stuck in square one.
song performed by by Coldplay
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The Listening Week
This is the listening week of the year
Listening-in.
A-cock and alert is the national ear
Listening-in.
All over the land in the country towns,
From the back of the Leeuwin to Darling Downs,
Layers of 'quids' or the odd half-crowns,
They are listening-in.
On the far-flung farms they are round each set,
Listening-in.
The work and the worry they all forget,
Listening-in.
Wherever an aerial soars in space
To the Cup, or the Oaks or the Steeplechase,
To the roar of the ring and the lure of the race
They are listening-in.
In the far outback there are sun-tanned men,
Listening-in.
Where the woolshed stands by the drafting pen
Listening-in.
Old Dad's come in from the Ninety Mile;
He scored on the Cup and he wears a smile,
And he 'reckons this game is well worth while'
So he's listening in.
To the edge of the desert the sound-waves go;
And, listening-in,
Ned of the Overland, Saltbush Joe
Listening-in
Recall the giants of years long past,
And the loneliness of these spaces vast;
But they reckon that life's worth living at last
With this listening-in.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Depression..
Cyclic nature of it,
Really mysterious,
When we are alone,
And think repeatedly,
Of the unsettled disputes,
Suspicious doubts and
Turbulent days,
When we were busy.
When you become moody and sad,
When you feel like lonely and mad,
When you start to cry for nothing,
Just call someone to talk and cling.
Hiding the feeling,
Makes it worst,
When you are depressed.
Taking the medicines,
Can do any good,
I have some doubts.
Lack of confidence,
Lack of self respect,
may push us to the hole,
that is called depression.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Listening
Listening.
And being there for someone loved...
To do just that!
With a mind willing,
To be receptive and clear...
Of opinions sitting,
On the tip of one's tongue.
With a giving of attention,
And staying mum.
Listening to someone.
Listening is not easily done.
For those who have experienced...
A life in which peace of mind has come.
When a listening ear,
Had not been volunteered by no one.
And some who know this...
Do their best to sit with patience.
Listening with no other reason...
But to be there as is wished.
For someone who has selected you,
Just for this.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr U.F.O. Man (feat. John Ostby)
(feat. John Ostby)
Dear God it's me transmittin' from
This tiny place I live in Harlem
Oh heaven we have a problem
Cuz we lost all correspondence
And there's no more prophets
They've all been replaced with politics
And they have your people hostage
That's why I'm sending you this postage
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Hey now
You're my father
And I don't know what's out there
So many of us are scared
Hey now
We got people shooting people
We live in warface
I'm not talking nuclear
I ain't got there yet
Why we got intelligent mouths
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss
Shit, another one bites the dust
So the yellow red black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night
Probably wanna stop but don't know how
That's why Lord, we really need you now
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
People around if you feel our vibe ride
Come on aboard there's enough room inside
We're flying high where heaven hides
Hope I see you on the other side
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Why we got intelligent mouths (intelligent mouths)
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss (while they go
song performed by by Kelis
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Ignorance has no doubts
Doubts crop up to the priest
In what he learns for preaching.
Doubts crop up to the astrologer
In what he learns for foretelling.
Both take care to put aside the doubts
And preach the rest as if a tested truth.
The mass is kept in ignorance
So that the heads run their profession.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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0008 A Ghazal
I lie awake as the light night-rain falls, listening
to its irregularities, listening
as the breeze blows it now and then
against the window and the curtain flutters; listening
and wondering if I can hear
the rain listening
to itself, as if – I sometimes think I hear this –
there’s a moment just before it stops as if listening
to its own decision to stop, as if it sighs,
thinks, that’s enough; it could be listening
to the gratitude of the closed flowers, the wet earth,
the ecstasy of roots which are themselves listening
to the flowers sleeping, sighing in their sleep.
But do you wonder why I’m listening
instead of sleeping, this warm rainy night?
What’s so important that it needs my listening?
It was the rain that woke me; and as I turned, sighed,
it was the thought of you last night here next to me, listening
not to me, but to your own dreams – which I may never share;
though I may share you in my listening
to your sweet sleep’s breath, felt faintly on my shoulder;
and so, there’s a question in my listening –
did you awake at the same night rain, you so far away,
awake, sigh, and in your half-awakened listening
know that I too, thought of you?
Sighed that sweet thought, of our shared, single listening? …
As the perfume of a rose may be more evocative than the rose,
So sweeter, steadier than thought, dream, memory – the listening!
[A ghazal has a rhyme scheme aa ba ca da >]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sapped As I Seek My Dreams
There is this feeling that comes and goes,
I get.
Of being left stranded,
As if alone...
On an island quiet.
Abandoned but not upset.
There is this helplessness that visits.
And my emotions flood to fill.
I am without companionship.
To leave me sometimes lonely.
Yet...
There are other times I am thrilled...yes!
There is this nagging wish to be loved.
With unconditional preferences.
Could I be alone with my request for that?
Could I be destined to have my needs go unmatched?
To be left sapped as I seek my dreams.
With hopes it will be my stubbornness tapped...
That weakens in a welcomed defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How To Win Your Man
Pink your lips
Sway your hips
Wrap your keeps
Cook his meals
Seal your lips
Think, be deep
Dream, be big
Always be wrong
Let him be right though wrong
Encourage him
Feed him
His ego especially
Kiss him and make him a king
Be his desire sexually
Report him to God
When he hurts your heart
Love him like you
For he is you
Nagging for fools
Wisdom yells loudest when silence hears her cool
Bring home some bacon
Pray God plants a child acorn
In you that will bear his name
And call him Dada to cheer his face
When mad at him, don't serve him a dinner of his past sins
You can be pissed and let the fumes out
By letting him know what you mean
Like 'the Fray' said: Pray to God he(your man) is listening
Then pray to God He(God) is listening
Fighting with aching joints will tire you out
And that acorn will always be watching out
Let forgiveness be like breathing to you
Never go to bed with anger in you
Don't take life too seriously
Be his guy. His Best friend. His lover. His.
Love yourself. Love your God. Love your man
poem by Jenim Dibie
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It is the same reason
Why she sings, why she sings out loud at night
When all the neighbors need the peace and quiet
Why she keeps nagging me why she keeps going to
Church everyday why she keeps some dogs in the house
Why she keeps her garden why she keeps an updated menu
Why she sleeps late and wakes up early why she keeps away
From nosy neighbors now why she buys so many shoes
Why she keeps on buying more bags why she scolds the maids
Why she keeps all the things to herself why she experiences
Nightmares why she escapes to the malls and shops all day
Why she keeps asking me what time is it now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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