If you step on people in this life, you're going to come back as a cockroach.
quote by Willie Davis
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Baby Step Back
Now it looks to me like the same old place
In the sky it looks like rain
The same old town with the same old streets
The address has not change
You can find me there
With the door shut tight
And the one wish that remains
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
No you know I dont write no bad checks
I have no wish to repent
Ive seen a few
But whatever I do
I dont cause no accidents
Whiskey and wine help me pass the time
I dont leave no evidence
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Still I dont kneel down
I was born to fight
So youd best leave me alone
Maybe Ill get much more than I need
Or much less than I should own
Last of all let me say it again
Either step up or step on
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby walk back baby walk back
Either walk on or walk back
Baby step back ...
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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THE Metamorphosis of F. Kafka
one day
he finds himself converted into
a giant cockroach
he does not know about it at first
until he wakes up
and looks at himself in the mirror
he changes his taste for food
now attracted to left overs
dislikes water and
light
dislikes people and
events
and cannot relate to the morning
news on TV
his door has now remained closed
and no one is allowed to enter
except his dear sister
who feeds him
morsels
in time he begins to understand
how is it to be a cockroach
how humans have been too cruel
to their state
and then
he writes about Kafka and
The Metamorphosis
that is the real story
until the cockroach dies
until Kafka recovers again
away from
Ward 10.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take a step back in time
Take a step back in time
Where you could leave your door unlocked and not think about thieves
Take a step back in time
where you can take you time
and no rushing to do something or go somewhere
Take a step back in time
where nobody dies
Take a step back in time
to see how a life was lived
Take a step back in time
to fix a mistake
Don't you wish you could take a step back in time
poem by Melissa Fleming
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The Alien is gross, scary. There is something in a human being that looks at them and sees it as a cockroach. You can never feel nurturing towards the cockroach.
quote by Sanaa Lathan
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Both the cockroach and the bird would get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.
quote by Joseph Wood Krutch
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Both the cockroach and the bird could get along very well without us, although the cockroach would miss us most.
quote by Joseph Wood Krutch
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La cucaracha for lady Phoenix Rain
.
I have a cockroach for a friend.
I may just start a whole new trend
But when you're pent in the death cell
it makes it difficult to tell.
My friendly cockroach visits me.
He's not afraid to let me see
he wants the leavings on my plate
Though he’s polite prepared to wait.
I have no other friends who care
my leavings I will gladly share.
And when they strap me in the Chair.
I know my cockroach will be there
He will be waiting faithfully
to have his last free meal on me.
8-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Cockroach
a cockroach flies above my head
and lands
near my feet
my instinct kills it outright
with a sudden stamp and there
the cockroach lies
smashed and dead
i smell stink
and never felt any regret.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Step
I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black,
No step. no step.
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step. no step.
Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high.
No step. no step.
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye.
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket, now Im on the wing.
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing?
No step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
No step no step.
Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-legged goose.
No step. no step.
Im a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose
No step. no step.
Someone bought me my ticket to the captains seat.
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet?
No step. no step.
No step. no step.
No step.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Dick
Dont say a word
Your love is like a symphony
Brave as you dare
Its nothing but your game
Ill take off your shoes
To pull you up in extasy
Hide and to lose
Thats why Ill force you to
Move back a step (step)
Go back a step
Comon you shout
(3x)
Move back a step (step)
Move your head like that
Dick!!!!!!!!! oh dick!!!!!!!
Gotta go
Dick!!!!!!!!! yeah yeah come!
Now its time to live your fantasies
(yeah yeah)
And you know we have a new concept
To turn the kind of lust in penalty
Just look what I do
Move back a step (step)
Go back a step
Comon you shout
(3x)
Move back a step (step)
Move your head like that
Dick!!!!!!!!! oh dick!!!!!!!
Gotta go
Dick!!!!!!!!! yeah yeah come!
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Black Tunnel With Light
We used to be so close
Like one flesh and blood
But right now
I have to take a step back
Outside there is still light
Only the tunnel is black.
We still sing and dance
And when our eyes meet we laugh
But right now
I have to take a step back
I need a fresh look at life
The things placed on the rack.
You still say, “Come home”
Into the cinnabar cave.
But right now
I have to take a step back
Put a finger on the pulse of flux
While waves wash ashore the wrack.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Step Back In Time
Written: stock aitken waterman
Intro:
I wanna funk
I wanna f-f-u f-u-n-k
X2:
I wanna funk, I wanna funk
I wanna f-f-u f-u-n-k
1a:
Non stop dancing the bus stop
To the funky music
Hustle, pumpin the muscle
Blame it on the boogie
1b:
Remember the old days
Remember the ojays
Walkin in rhythm, life was for livin
Chorus:
When you cant find the music
To get down and boogie
All you can do is step back in time
Ball of confusion
When nothing is new, and
Theres nothing doin, step back in time
2:
Keep on truckin along
Riding on a love train
And then we can float on
Youll never go wrong
Chorus:
Step back in time
Step back
I wanna step back, step back
1b:
Chorus:
(repeat & fade)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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The Guilty Ones
People who are guilty do this game,
they go around and slander your name.
Like Skunky, Cockroach and the other nuts,
they have no life, no balls and no guts.
Deep down there delusional and sick,
they don’t know that they are
so they make people think,
that it’s you who is crazy
when they are such a waste of time,
Go mind your own business
and stay out of my life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Precipice
We stand near a precipice
not sure what to do.
Life had given us some hard knocks.
Do we carry on or let go?
Our mind swings like a pendulum
tearing us one-way and then another.
An uneasy choice has to be made
as our footing gets closer to the edge.
There is no hand to hold us back,
no future to pursue,
just an endless treadmill in a long empty life.
We look back for a moment
at what others have done and achieved.
Then we look at ourselves,
and the nothing that is our life.
We step closer to the edge
to the place where there is no coming back
and our miseries will end,
but our mind is filled with doubt
and filling us with questions
before that final step.
Enough to make us hesitate
and step back from the edge.
6 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Everyone
Some see life as a fairy tale,
a place where everything will come true,
Many see life as a reflection of themself,
Looking in the mirror to find every answer,
But for those who see life that way will soon get a wake up call,
Life is not a fairytale,
were everything comes true,
and life will NEVER be a mirror of you,
beacuse not everything is about you,
For those who see life as a refection or a fairy tale,
need to step away from the mirror,
put down the book, take a step back,
and take a look at reality! ! !
You can stand in the mirror your whole life,
BUT no matter what the damage will always be right behind you,
So take a step back and look at the damage that will
ALWAYS be right there witing! ! !
poem by C.A.'Vionne Robinson
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The Gordon Back Step (Fun Poem 102)
Lets all do the Gordon back step.
We will make a decision
and when that falls flat
we will all step back
and apologize for that
and do the Gordon back step
like our Prime Minister likes to do.
I am sure it would make
a great dance to do.
First, make a decision
as daft as the last one you made.
Step forward with a proposal
and watch out for the no’s to the left.
Then step back and apologize for that
and do the Gordon back step.
It is so easy to do
or at least our Prime Minister
makes it look that way.
1May 2009
poem by David Harris
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Snow
People come,
And people go,
Just like the snow.
And when we see them again,
It seemes like a life time ago,
But then we look back,
Throughout our life and we relive something,
They were there with us ever step of the way.
Mabye not standing next to us,
But in our heart where we hold them with all our might.
poem by Katelyn Ross
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The Scorpion and The Cockroach
It was in a cleanly washed jam jar that Frank put them in,
he wanted to know which would survive, which one would win.
The scorpion wasted no time as it arched its back and struck,
but the cockroach quite unaffected, for a way out it did look.
The roach disliked being attacked and tried to climb the jar’s side,
but the glass was too steep and smooth, and so it couldn’t hide.
Repeatedly it tried to climb the jar, but it fell upon its back
and so the scorpion launched another ferocious attack.
The cockroach tried desperately to become upright once again,
as the scorpion’s venomous tail tried to strike the roach’s brain.
With a flick of its sturdy wings the roach became upright,
but still it didn’t resist attack, or put up a fight.
The battle weary scorpion grew tired of attacking its foe
and ceased hostilities at least for a moment or so.
But then the cockroach became hungry and had a desire to eat,
so approached the scorpion and nibbled at its feet.
This act of war enraged the scorpion and so it attacked again,
but the roach never flinched and gave no sign of pain.
The scorpion was exhausted and couldn’t attack any more,
it collapsed breathing deeply on the glass jar floor.
The roach attacked the tail the part with the deadly sting
and severed off a large piece to show who was king.
As the ravenous roach gorged itself on the fresh food supply
the scorpion panicked and gave escaping another try.
Frantically running around the jar at high speed it went
until it suddenly stopped, all its energy was spent.
Meanwhile the busily eating cockroach paid it no mind
this scorpion was going nowhere until mealtime.
poem by Orlando Belo
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A Note For Franz Kafka
one morning
when i discover
that i have turned
into a cockroach
you may write
what i will
do
you may theorize
that since i will be
to shy to go out
of my room just like
what your character did
then i may lock my
room, not eat,
and only talk to
my sister
that i may soon hate
my father
and will soon forget
my mother
i can relate to all
these based on my
readings
but i can see
what i can do
when i stink and
soon fear light
when even the air
which is suppose to
hush a lullaby
now hurts too
just like the rest
of those who
are close to me
and turn themselves
into disgusting monsters
more disgusting
than my being a
human-cockroach
you know very well
that i am brave enough
to force the door
to the other room
the one that none of
you has ever entered
i can use a knife
an ax or a hand grenade
i can even use a bomb
to break this
back door open
i am brave and
will always be restless
on a broken wing
of a bird i can
always still manage
to fly
away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Prelude To Kafka
one morning
when i discover
that i have turned
into a cockroach
you may write
what i will
do
you may theorize
that since i will be
to shy to go out
of my room just like
what your character did
then i may lock my
room, not eat,
and only talk to
my sister
that i may soon hate
my father
and will soon forget
my mother
i can relate to all
these based on my
readings
but i can see
what i can do
when i stink and
soon fear light
when even the air
which is suppose to
hush a lullaby
now hurts too
just like the rest
of those who
are close to me
and turn themselves
into disgusting monsters
more disgusting
than my being a
human-cockroach
you know very well
that i am brave enough
to force the door
to the other room
the one that none of
you has ever entered
i can use a knife
an ax or a hand grenade
i can even use a bomb
to break this
back door open
i am brave and
will always be restless
on a broken wing
of a bird i can
always still manage
to fly
away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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