I remember seeing some little wrinkles in my early 30s and thinking they were interesting. But you know the horror of it is that the screen image has to be perfect.
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Do You Remember Any of It? I Do
i remember when i met you
i remember when i fell in love with you
i remember when you said 'i love you'
i remember when i said it back
i remember what we had planed
i remember how perfect we were
i remember the late phone calls
i remember the songs you sang me
i remember when everything turned up side down
i remember the endless nights of tears
i remember wishing things were back to the way they were
i remember how you hurt me
i remember feeling like i was nothing to you
i remember waiting to hear from you again
i remember your last words to me
i remember they were ' i dont know if i love you anymore'
i remember feeling like i just died
i remember thinking you died
i remember the pain
do you remember any of it? i do
poem by Alicia White
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As with sound, images are subjective. You and I may not see the same color red as red, but we will probably agree that the image on the screen is a digital image or film image, based on contrast, bit depth, and refresh rate.
quote by John Dykstra
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Thinking of you on your birthday! Leah :)
Another year another birthday thinking of you all day
Thinking about school the old times, the memories stay
Thinking about laughs and good times we had in class
Thinking about the joys of the past
Thinking of technology class and the time everyone loved the pizza man song
Thinking about XL and the day we did up the room with paint
Thinking about the time Verneita pretended to faint (LOL)
Thinking about the time we all got out of school early when it snowed and went up the golf
Remember the times we used to get in trouble and we didn’t even care sometimes I wish I could do it all again.
Thinking of you on your birthday :)
poem by Stephanie Mcgrath
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Curtain
Blank screen of doom find me wonderful words,
nothing fancy just words that have a resonance in
my mind and gladden my heart.
I remember a boy of fourteen, every morning at six
he milked, five cows, by hand, leaning his heads on
the cow´s womb he dreamt of Africa
Africa, but I met my wife she is from Congo, so you
may say I know Africa intimately but
that was not what the boy was dreaming of.
O, blank screen do not let me fall into banalities,
it is just I like to remember as much as I can
before the screen the curtain draws the screen.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sweet Nicole (A sweet but faithless lady)
It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul
In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree
In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole
poem by Sean Joyce
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The Horror Has Come To School
The horror hour
Came to us
The teacher laughing
The student crying
Without hope
It time we
Took ours denstiny
In hand
We have no hope
Thinking of escaping
Thinking of being sick
Thinking of horror
The teacher gave us
The 'Horrible Math Test'
The students begging
To put it another day
But all the teacher
Say was 'No'
And then the test began
And yet another failure
poem by Stephanie Pardo
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She was perfect I remember in her body, mind and soul
It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul
In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree
In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole
poem by Sean Joyce
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It was August I remember, I remember when I met her, She was perfect I remember...
It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul
In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree
In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole
poem by Sean Joyce
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She Was Perfect I Remember In Her Body, Mind And Soul
It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul
In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree
In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Don't Ever Think
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
And I'm thinking it through my mind
I'm afraid that I'm about to slip
Because my body is out of time
And I'm thinking, thinking, thinking, think
Thinking till I'm nearly dead
Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember what your mother said?
She said, don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
Obsession is a terrible thing
Does it happen to everyone?
As mother nature comes with a sting
And it persecutes everyone
And I'm lying, I'm lying, I'm lying awake
Lying in my burnt out bed
Do you remember when you were young?
Do you remember what your mother said?
She said, don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
And I think again
And I think again
It's just the thinking I don't understand
It's all holes, built to wires
But persecution is on fire
Don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
and don't ever think, ever think, ever think too much
song performed by by Zutons
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Are our brains wrinkled?
Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
Wrinkles are the asset,
that get through the experience,
not all those experienced,
never have such twinkles.
The wrinkles which can not be seen,
hidden inside the hard shell,
More the wrinkles formation,
More the knowledge dwell.
Let us see who has more fold.
Einstein or a research assistant,
people with more folds may not know it,
people with lesser folds strive to get it.
Do not let anyone,
to iron out the wrinkles,
with their disillusioned vision.
Let us acquire more in our brains.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Pinch
i look at my face wrinkles are being drawn like a plow making furroughs
on the ricefield,
wrinkles, i am getting wrinkles,
i look at my arms and i touch it, they are loose now, like some clothes
hanging loosely in my body, emaciated by lack of nutrition,
i look at my hear, i open it like a pettry cash box, i see some scars
and some loose coins for change, i like to break it open and leave
it that way, i am saddened by this
emptiness, this pain,
i stand now in the mirror with a picture on hand of my youth
i look many times finding how
time drenched me with old age, my hands beginning to tremble my
mind forgetting more and more of those memories of my youth,
i refresh myself, i get this clip and pinch myself, i remember
i am still alive, and that is luck enough, a friend of mine just died today,
cardian arrest,
and i am trying to do some little thinking, what if i will be next?
i am finite, i pinch myself some more, some more, some more.....
till i turn blue, till i bleed, who cares?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Remember You
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
I remember how things used to be
I remember every word that you said
I remember, how could I forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember your old address
And I remember
How could I forget
I remember thinking how my luck changed
I remember being so amazed
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember you
I remember me
I remember
The way things used to be
I remember how it was that we met
I remember, I will never forget
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
(I remember, I remember)
I remember, I remember you
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A sweet but faithless lady
It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul
In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul
In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was unfaithful I remember
Unfaithful to the worst degree
In December I remember
I remember it was over
Even though she told me to leave her alone
I still remember her sweet bitter soul? ? ?
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Cant Help Thinking About Me
Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My heads bowed in shame
It seems that Ive blackened the family name
Mother says that she cant stand the neighbours talking
Ive gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
Im guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Remember when we used to go to church on sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on mondays
Oh, but its too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and I cant
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Now I leave them all in the never never land
The station seems so cold the tickets in my hand
My girl calls my name hi dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If youre this way again
Oh, Im on my own
Ive got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
song performed by by David Bowie
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I Saw His Face!
It was him! !
On the 23rd of September 2012;
And, i saw the face of a man.
I saw his face!
On a T.V. Screen which was already switched off! !
In my parents-in-law's sitting room.
I just entered the room and,
I saw dirty marks on the T.V. Screen;
And this gave the exact image of his face!
Oh yes, i saw the face of a man wearing eyeglasses,
The exact image of him.
It was him! !
I saw his face;
On a T.V. Screen which was already switched off!
With his eyeglasses on,
On the 23rd of September 2012;
And, this reminded me of the other face of a man i saw in the sky! !
But, that one was on the 26th of August 2012.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Is the teenage sweet?
Besotted with an actress’ image
For the last fifteen years in the screen,
I found it funny and tasteless
When I saw her image in her teenage.
14.08.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It was a really interesting time in New York in the late 70s and early 80s, and the music scene was really, really interesting because you didn't have to be a virtuoso to make music, it was more about your desire to express things.
quote by Jim Jarmusch
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Wrinkles
For Naomi Lazard
Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard
My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.
They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.
They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.
Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.
My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.
They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.
Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.
poem by Erica Jong
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