I begin to grow heartily tired of the etiquette and nonsense so fashionable in this city.
quote by George Mason
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Tomorrow I will be Happy
Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout the day,
And would be free from elder's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.
Schoolboy donning dress neatly,
His eyes sleepy, hair curly.
'When I will grow big,
I will see movies many,
I will roam throughout day,
And would be free from teacher's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.
Teenager sporting T-shirt trendy,
His eyes dreamy, hair lengthy.
'As I have grown big,
I would have girl friends many,
Soon completing boring study,
Would earn early and marry promptly.'
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.
Worried man wearing suit perfectly,
His hair receding, eyes weary.
'Soon my son will grow up,
After completely his costly study
Would earn dough plenty,
And fulfilled dreams many.'
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.
Old man wearing clothes dirty,
His vision dimly, hair hoary.
'Now I have grown old,
Fate has made joke cruelly,
Soon completing life sickly,
Will die and free from misery.'
In next life I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH WEEP heartily.
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Begin again
Infant...
Crying, needing, wanting, diaper changing
Playful, tearful, cooing, smiling
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Toddler....
Curious, adventurous, laughing, talking
Walking, needing, busy, whining
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Child....
Sports, schooling, friendships, sharing
Learning, listening, reading, caring
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Tween...
Sleepovers, boyfriends, conflicts, responsibility
Band, homework, joking, growing
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Teen....
Not quite there yet
Looking forward to the ride
Who ever, what ever I'll be by your side.
You may grow
Things will change
But I will always be here for when you need to begin again.
poem by Amber Wellman
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Am Not Going To Tell You The Name Of The City
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which my steps are still searching for me.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
whose bridges are longer than life.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
under whom even the sky was like a tent.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I learned to start up a new journey as soon as I arrive.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which is never to grow old.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I met the eyes with the color of the sky.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I was knocking on my own doors from inside.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which was a cage far too small for my wings.
Vida Nenadic
poem by Vida Nenadic
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Hollyweird
welcome to my city
the girls are so damn pretty
such a pity, they don't come for free
just call me pimp daddy
i'll roll ya one big fatty
i think your gonna like hangin with me
chorus
welcome to my city of sin
i believe your gonna fit right in
yes this is my city of sin
your first lesson is about to begin
now you're living in the city of sin
you don't mind if i call you friend
once you enter you can never get out of here
welcome to hollyweird
i'm the king of the streets
i own the cops, the junkies and freaks
it's human wasteland i call home
grow your hair to your shoes
trust me boy you just can't lose
soon this be the only life you've ever known
chorus (solo)
chorus out
song performed by by Poison
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We are now integrated into American society and I don't like the word fashionable, because fashionable means that it's going to pass. It's not like that anymore.
quote by Antonio Banderas
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In the Height of Fashion
SO at last a toll they’ll levy
For the passing fool who sings—
Take the harp grown dull and heavy
(With the dried blood on the strings)
Let us sing, and sing right gaily,
For the wreath is on our brow—
Are you hearin’, Victor Daley?
We are fashionable now!
Once the greatest earl could flout us,
And the meanest scribe could sneer—
Nought too bad to say about us,
Nought too hard for us to hear.
Slaves to journal-owning Neroes,
And we died—no matter how—
We’re sweet singers now and heroes,
We are fashionable now.
Once we suffered all save gaol, if
We’d no rich admirers near;
And our sole guest was the bailiff
And our only comfort beer.
Now we’ll dine with toffs and “ladies”,
Who shall clasp our hands and bow.
Let the pale muse go to Hades!
We are fashionable now.
Once we had to be contented
With the “Palace of the Mind”,
While our coats were washed and mended,
And our pants were patched behind;
Now by goose-knights we are measured,
While the lordly tailors bow;
And our worn-out pants are treasured—
We are fashionable now!
Once, when stony-broke and mournful,
We put our petition clear,
Then our country, cold and scornful,
Answered, “Go and get a beer!”
And it threw the tray bit at us
Just to stop our “silly row”,
Now it’s champagne spreads and—satis!
We are fashionable now.
Once our grandest lines were drivel,
And our wisest words were rot,
All our teachings false and evil,
To be sneered at and forgot;
Now our silliest clack delights ’em,
Doggerel their feelings plow,
And our shallow bluff affrights ’em—
We are fashionable now!
“I adore the Swagman—Drover—
‘When the World was Round!’—But ah!
‘While the Billy’s Boiling Over’
Is too awfully hurrah!”
Thus the maiden trills and gushes
While her johnnie knots his brow,
And the fair young maiden blushes—
We are fashionable now!
“I like your book, Mr Lawson,
‘Clancy of the Overflow’,
Better far than Mr Banjo’s—
‘When Your Pants Begin to Go’.”
No! I am no longer snarling,
Long ago we had our row—
Don’t be angry, Banjo, darling,
Though I’m fashionable now.
I am feeling young and restive—
Skittish more than I can tell,
Skipping with a skip that’s festive,
Singing with a gladsome yell.
I will let my hair grow longer,
Storm-tossed from my stormy brow,
I am going strong and stronger—
For I’m fashionable now.
We shall write lines to their poodles—
Darlings of Society—
Praise the blatant cad who boodles,
Write odes to the Divorcee.
Let, at last Australia know its
Brilliant circles anyhow,
We’re the Doo-dah, Doo-dah! Poets—
We are fashionable now.
poem by Henry Lawson
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I'm Tired
I'm tired of people messing with me
I'm tired of people treating me wrong
I'm tired of people saying I stank
I'm tired of people remembering the past
I'm tired of black people
I'm tired of stupid people
I'm tired of selfish people
I'm tired of being the target all the time
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of people thinking there better than everybody else
I'm tired of people not appreciating me
I'm tired of being tired
I'm tired of being tired
I'm just tired
poem by Shawanda Polk
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Tale of Three Cities
New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
city city city city city city
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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His daughter returned from her boarding school, improved in fashionable airs and expert in manufacturing fashionable toys; but, in her conversation, he sought in vain for that refined and fertile mind which he had fondly expected.
quote by Emma Willard
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Ride Into The Sun
Looking for another chance
For someone else to be
Looking for another place
To ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Ride into the sun
Where -
- everything seems so pretty
But if youre tired and youre sick of the city
Remember that its just a flower
Made out of clay
Oh-oh-oh, the city -
- where everything seems so dirty
But if youre tired and youre filled with self-pity
Remember that youre just one more
Person whos there
Its hard to live in the city
Its hard to live in the city, oh, oh-oh
Its hard to live in the city, oh, wow-wow
Its hard to live in the city
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
Ooo
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
song performed by by Keane
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Sick And Tired
Got no time to be on the run,
Got no holes in my shoes,
You're the reasong all my friends have gone,
But I won't run from you.
So many promises, and you broke them all,
Oh I'll forgive, but I can't forget,
You know you're a fake, but I just can't take no more,
Cause I'm tired of it.
I'm so tired, so tired,
Sick and tired of it all,
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
I'm so tired, sick and tired of it all, yeah.
You turn the truth, then you turn your back,
You're a victim of yourself,
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
I'm so tired of it all.
I'm so tired, sick and tired,
So damn tired, sick and tired of it all, oh yeah,
I'm so tired, I'M sick and tired of it all
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The City Vs. The Country
In the city where the colours run dry,
Or in the country where the farmers grow rye.
In the city where there are fees,
Or in the country where beauty is free.
In the city where there are loud crowds,
Or in the country where you can watch clouds.
In the city where you camp out in your room,
Or in the country where you have fun dancing with a broom.
In the city where there are polluting cars,
Or in the county where you can see stars.
In the city where you seal the deal,
Or in the country where you can heal.
In the city where you say later,
Or in the country where you can see the water.
In the city where space is tight,
Or in the country where you hold their hand in the moonlight.
Written by Haley McRae,14.
poem by Haley McRae
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grow Young
Sitting here on the waters edge
Now that the storm is gone
First time in years it feels like
Nothings wrong
Thereve been a lot of changes
I was so lost for a while
Sitting here I remember
How its easy to smile
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Nobody to tell me where to go
Nobody to call
Just me and the kiskedees
And my guitar
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Gotta try to remember this feeling
Gotta store it up inside
Bring it out when its cold in the city
And Im worried and tired
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Mad Mariner
Mad Mariner rose in the city bus
That slowly on the road
In the crowded of city street
Heated the sleepy passengers
And was tired
Hook, hook, his fingers
Straight to the roof bus
Ran and ran again
He screams
On the city bus
How this could be happen
In the city bus
Apart From
Frighten passengers
poem by Prasetya Utama
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I Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I WROTE A NONSENSE POEM
I wrote a nonsense poem
It said a nonsense thing
Yesterday is not today
And winter is not spring.
I wrote a nonsense poem
It didn’t have a name
It began and so fast finished
No wonder I’m ashamed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Rebellious Vine
One day, the vine
That clomb on god’s own house
Cried, “I will not
grow
And, ‘I will
not
grow,’
And, I
will
not grow,’
And,
‘I
will not grow,’
So God leaned out his head,
And said:
‘You need
not
Then the vine
fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds:
‘Oh have I not permission from the Lord?
And may I not begin to cease to grow?’
But that wise God had pondered on the vine
Before he made it.
And all the while it laboured not to grow,
It grew; it grew;
And all the time God knew.
poem by Harold Monro
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Without A Fear Of Being Smeared
What neccessitates,
An urgent and immediate response...
With a preventing of decay,
Has joined the marketing of peace.
As something declared as a priority.
Like education and jobs!
And the outsourcing done of both...
To feed those teased by greed.
But...
As a lucrative commodity?
Nothing beats an updating of a repeated fad.
Kept fashionable until something else comes along.
Or someone who has the backing to make an attempt,
To awaken people from their nonsense.
Without a fear of being publicly smeared,
By those who have embedded delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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