Life is much shorter than I imagined it to be.
quote by Abraham Cahan
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Imagined
Imagined the world described as heaven
Imagined the world all is even
Imagined everywhere without evil
Imagined the absence of soldier only civil
Imagined a quest between good nature existence
Imagined people, place and body with no cause for defence
Imagined air, love, soul and all virtues show their face
Imagined the extinction of all the different race
Imagined we always praise him who live above
Imagined nature ruffs all calm like pure dove
Imagined that you are not imagining
But all this is happening
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Lies About Tall Guys
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys seem to get executive jobs
Shorter guys work mostly as clerks
Taller guys never seem to be slobs
Shorter guys always seem to be jerks
Taller guys seem to get all of the action
Shorter guys seem to be quite invisible
Taller guys always seem to deserve satisfaction
Shorter guys are lonely and miserable
Just seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys just seem born to play sports
Shorter guys kinda seem to like tennis
Taller guys certainly look better in shorts
Shorter guys look like Dennis the Menace
Taller guys are usually at the top of their class
Shorter guys seem to fail quite a lot
Taller guys always seem to kick ass
Shorter guys want to, but simply cannot
sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys get better grades and such
Shorter guys seem to barely scrape by
Taller guys seem to do better, pretty much
Shorter guys always wonder why
Taller guys seem to have eyes like a hawk
Shorter guys seem to wear glasses a lot
Taller guys cover more ground when they walk
Shorter guys, to keep up, have to trot
Sure seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys and their friends look like N.B.A players
Shorter guys look more like cheerleaders
Taller guys seem to look like dragon slayers
Shorter guys look a lot more like bleeders
Taller guys seem to have more gear to protect
Shorter guys wear more protective gear
Taller guys, more confidence seem to project
Shorter guys have less confidence, more fear
Really seems like it’s that way to me
Taller guys appeal to the female gender
Shorter guys always seem to choke
Taller guys carry a lot more legal tender
Shorter guys always seem to be broke
Taller guys seem to drive high dollar cars
Shorter guys drive toyotas
Taller guys seem to reach for the stars
Shorter guys reach for diet sodas
Taller guys are obnoxious, let’s neuter them all
Shorter guys are great people, always a delight
Taller guys are an abomination against mother nature’s law
If you think I’m a short guy….well, you’re right!
Really seems like the way it should be
poem by David Whalen
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I'm seeing
I'm seeing many people dying
I'm seeing people getting old
I'm seeing my own life unfold.
I'm seeing my children growing up
I'm seeing progress come in many ways
I'm seeing people I love, having shorter days
I'm seeing my own life getting shorter
I'm seeing a change in me
I'm seeing life clearly now, with glee.
Scared And Lonely
as i sit here
scared and lonely
i here the
windows moaning
As i sit here
scared and lonely
i feel depression
grabbing me slowly
As I sit here
scared and lonely
life is getting shorter
if only minutely
As i sit here
scared and lonely
i CUT to make life
greatly shorter
poem by Jordan Everly
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I believe that there never was a creator of a philosophical system who did not confess at the end of his life that he had wasted his time. It must be admitted that the inventors of the mechanical arts have been much more useful to men that the inventors of syllogisms. He who imagined a ship towers considerably above him who imagined innate ideas.
quote by Voltaire
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Missed In Action
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
More than complaining about,
The weak coffee made.
Or the frequency of smelled brunt toast.
Eggs tasteless and too hard to eat.
Or that freshly squeezed orange juice.
Pulpy, bland and not even sweet.
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
Dishes stacked with no one to wash.
Collected bags of garbage,
Stinking up the backyard.
And the leaves have not been raked,
Since you refused in your moodiness...
To act like a child.
And that's when I became irate.
Life with you is missed the most.
More than I had imagined.
I wish you would return to me,
Because I crave that delicious cake you make!
'And not the money I gave you to shop!
So you can tell your girlfriends,
What a lazy husband you've got? '
Honey,
That's what we do!
I had no idea...
The husbands met to lie like we do?
'Lie?
Lie...uh?
Well, I can bet...
Like you,
Their spouses are probably missed in action too!
No thanks.
Move on.
Find a new fool to screw! '
But, baby...
You're my boo!
'Well...
Take that 'boo'
And whatever 'hooin' you do,
Straight to hell! '
(With a dialtone heard...)
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When The Pain You Imagined
WHEN THE PAIN YOU IMAGINED
When the pain you imagined was signaling
Your death,
Suddenly disappeared
You were born again
And the whole world
Opened before you
As a gift.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Birth Discovered
Birth discovered
Universe talks
Come, do come my dear
History speaks
About you
I with clouds
Vanished discourse.
I was told
Not to go again
In this shape and size
Owning direction
With new set up
Opening doors and
New vistas.
Come come my dear
Come and see with
The eyes given
Come and hear with
The ear you have
Come come my dear
Time become shorter
And shorter.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Shorter Catechism
I burned my fingers on the stove
And wept with bitterness;
But poor old Auntie Maggie strove
To comfort my distress.
Said she: 'Think, lassie, how you'll burn
Like any wicked besom
In fires of hell if you don't learn
Your Shorter Catechism.'
A man's chief end is it began,
(No mention of a woman's),
To glorify--I think it ran,
The God who made poor humans.
And as I learned, I thought: if this--
(My distaste growing stronger),
The Shorter Catechism is,
Lord save us from the longer.
The years have passed and I begin
(Although I'm far from clever),
To doubt if when we die in sin
Our bodies grill forever.
Now I've more surface space to burn,
Since I am tall and lissom,
I think it's hell enough to learn
The Shorter Catechism.
poem by Robert William Service
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Black, White and Grey
Tell me life is black and white
That there's a wrong and there's a right
Where good men never rot in graves
And villains always change their ways
Show me that there is some cause
Some just material from cosmic laws
Descending from determined hands
That there really was a master plan
So I tie my mouth around a stone
And sit with ease of caged angels
Looking patient with strong virtue
While wishing vengeance with a cudgel
A person's truth is another's crime
Our best relations come through lies
Were locked behind doors with holes
Peering through imagined glances
One day you wake and feel the same
While realizing there's been a change
You look inside the mirror and see
The stranger you thought you'd never be
It seems to me the spring is shorter
That geraniums laughter is getting older
The suns riptide pours from the clouds
Pink and orange bloom in their shrouds
Now I know the world is grey
That love begins and ends in pain
There is no secret grand design
Accept the one you live behind
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Art does not 'mean' anything
..or else conceived or imagined be
try as well hard a place to hide
from those insisting the meanings there are
the meanings there meanings be must at least
conceived or imagined be
so you want to know what a poem means
so you want to see that the art is sense
of x is y I take eye for an eye
for too often outwritten by art
I can say art does not 'mean' anything
because it's all
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Molten Grief
Give me back,
me back, my affections.
I had planted the kisses on
melting lamps.
The dark tunnel goes
to a lake for a rendezvous
with pink death on white lips
of cinders.
Such agony of wintering tree.
Not a single bird
on the branches to pump the green
blood for the wheels of time.
The speeding moon was in hurry,
to question the oppressed night.
Why the days were becoming
shorter and shorter?
poem by Satish Verma
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Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
quote by Victor Hugo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Up there....
Life and I
we were holding
hands together
we were having fun
and playing under the sun
people think that i
like to have more years
with life,
but i understand it more
on a shorter scale
and life offers her hand
so we can walk some more
stroll and roll and
play the ball
but i told Life,
i have had enough of you
and you are making me hostage
here, in this place not meant for me,
and so i refused Life
and embraced what beautiful truths that
Death has yet unspoken to me
Death and I,
There is no worry,
Let them bury,
Happy is it to die,
Bluish sky.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
song performed by by Pink Floyd from Dark Side Of The Moon (1972)
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There is no real reality to a really imagined life any more.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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An object is not first imagined or thought about and then expected or willed, but in being actively expected it is imagined as future and in being willed it is thought.
quote by Samuel Alexander
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Where Will I Go When I Die?
WHERE WILL I GO WHEN I DIE?
Where will I go when I die?
To the sky?
To the ground only?
To nothingness forever and eternal not being?
To God?
To where those I knew and loved in the world are?
To a new life?
To the old life continued by other means?
To a mystery? To a surprise?
To something far better than I could ever have imagined?
Where will I go when I die?
Will I go anywhere?
What will G-d make of me
When I die?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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From the beginning, I imagined I would have a long work life.
quote by Bruce Springsteen
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