Kids are always asked, What are you going to be when you grow up? I needed an answer. So instead of saying, a fireman, or a policeman, I said, a reporter.
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Care Most of All
When we are young
and are asked what we want to be
when we grow up.
Some don’t know
how to answer
that question at all.
Some say a Doctor,
a Lawyer, a Policeman,
a Fireman or such.
However, how many say,
I want to be like my dad,
stand straight and tall,
or girls like their mother,
pretty and caring.
Why is when children
are asked what they want to be,
they tend to forget
the most import people
in their lives.
They go for
the glamour and glitz,
forgetting the most important bits.
They look at professions
they hope will bring them fame,
when they should be looking
at those who care most of all.
poem by David Harris
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Wont Take No For An Answer
Words and music by rick nielsen
Hey wait a minute
Youre a little lost
Things keep on changing
And so does the cost
Of doin business with yourself
Dont want nobody else, no
I wont take no for an answer
I wont take no from you
I wont take no for an answer
I wont take no, no, no, no
Hey mister sister
Leave me alone
Today kids dont grow up
They just grow alone
Guess you know how bad I felt
When you were with somebody else, oh
I wont take no for an answer
I wont take no from you
I wont take no for an answer
I wont take no, no, no, no
Hey
You
Hey, hey you
I wont take no for an answer
I wont take no from you
I wont take no for an answer
I wont no
I wont no for an answer
I wont no (for an answer)
(repeat to coda)
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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I had - all my life, everybody who knew me thought that I would probably grow up to be a reporter, a newspaper reporter because we didn't have much television in those days.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Mr. Reporter
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Hey, mr. reporter,
I'll believe all that you put down.
I'll believe the sun is going up,
Even though it's going down.
Hey, mr. reporter,
Don't you twist my words around.
I'll kill you, i won't let you,
Distort my simple sound.
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Did your daddy stop you playing
With your friends when you were young?
And is that why you run down
All the young folks have their fun. [?]
The reason i am stupid,
Is because i read you every day.
You misquote all of the true things
Because they rub you the wrong way.
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
song performed by by Kinks
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The Fireman
They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town
Puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman
Thats my name
Last night they had a bad one a mile or two down the road
Well my buddy walked out and left this woman burnin out of control
Well I was down there in bout an hour or so
With a little mouth to mouth she was ready to go
Im the fireman thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out all flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman thats my name...burn em up
Ive got fire-engine red t-bird automobile
In a minute or less I can be dressed fit to kill
I work twenty-four on and twenty-four off
When they get too hot, they just give me a call
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman, thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name.
song performed by by George Strait
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An Assumption Of Money To Be Made
If they ever asked why I'm doing all this?
I will answer with a single remark.
To save a life.
If they ever asked what if you fail?
I will answer with a single remark.
I have but, I'm still here.
If they ever asked now that your accomplished what's next.
I will answer with a single remark.
What I do will not change, at least not for intentions of fame.
If they ever asked, if offered money to stop what your doing would you?
I will answer with a single remark.
No I will not be bought.
'So let me get this straight your completely honest? '
Yes I try to be.
'Well I still don't believe you.'
Well I never I asked you to or care if you do.
Your the one who wanted answers to those questions.
I gave you my answers, take it or leave it.
'I have to go because your not going to make me any money.'
That's fine because I've never said I would.
Your the one who assumed that.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Cant Answer You Anymore
Something came from nothing today
While I was saying no
So dont you knock on my door
Cause I cant answer you anymore
Absence makes the heart grow far
Stayin away from the people
Was a question before
But I cant answer you anymore
Stepped to the sea ?
I did everything right
For somebody that does everything wrong
So I go from coast to coast
Over the hawthorne bridge
To the one I adore
You asked me what Im looking for
But I cant answer you anymore
No I cant answer you anymore
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Her Hero
Like behemoths sunning themselves.
The shiny fire engines
sat before the cavelike doors
that led to their den.
As if pampering the giant beasts.
Firefighters wipe and polish
shining the apparatus.
Awaiting a frantic call for help.
In wide eyed wonder
maybe somewhat apprehensive.
She approached the engine house
clearly in distress.
Watching a crocodile tear
find its way down a rosy cheek.
With a smile the fireman asked.
“Hi can I help you? ”
“It’s Melissa she’s broken.”
She held out a tiny bundle.
To heal a broken friend
Would mend a broken heart.
The fireman with his smile
took the blanket wrapped doll.
With his life saving tools
made Melissa well again.
Handing the well Melissa
to her young guardian.
Her tears disappeared
A smile a hug of thanks.
Now happily on her way
brought a tingle in the heart
of the fireman.
Whose kindness made her day.
(15JUN99)
poem by Kurt Hearth
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On The Front Line
I am a fireman here at home
And I put my life on the front line everyday
To save the people from burning buildings
Or from car accidents
Someday I am very lucky because I am able to save people from burning
Buildings and car accidents
But other days I am not so lucky because it depends where the fire is on The building
Sometimes I have to climb all the way to the top of the buildings
Very fast to save the people from the burning buildings here at home
Other times the fire on the buildings happened on the lower floor
Yes there had been times that I could not save the people from the
Buildings here at home because the buildings here at home had been Engulfed with smoke and all the people that live there died
Yes that was a very bad scene to see
At the end of the night I go home for my kids and my wife
When I arrive home my kids and my wife are already sleeping in bed
I don't have very much time to spend with my children
Because of my work
I don't enjoy being a fireman but the pay is good
So I don't have anything to complain about
I never talk about my work at home
At home I talk about different things to my wife and kids
But I know that my day starts very early everyday
poem by Aldo Kraas
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When We Grow Up (Fun Poem 107)
When we were young and at school,
we were often asked,
what do you want to be when you grow up?
Some set their sights on being
a doctor, a nurse, a lawyer and a policeman.
Others wanted to be firemen, actors and pop stars,
there were even a few
who wanted to be politicians too.
However, no one wanted to be a writer
as what they wanted to do.
It is just one of those things,
we just seem to drift into
and once we have,
we cannot leave the pen alone.
27 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Receive What Ye Shall Ask
receive, ..Ask, ................................ and ye shall
So.. i............................................ did..did i So?
my answer... was swift, harsh was my answer
what is asked..for was not..............my anwer
i needed what i received.... to me unbeknown
answered.....................are prayes sometimes
underlyings within graced you least expect by
them delivered, Him should we Give, for such
privilege we thank, ....all in newfound wisdom,
our needs, for receiving, receive...... what ask
shall, ........................ yeah, .......yeah, ........yeah
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Proud Parents
What you read about in books isn't enough.
You must do to truly learn.
The action in which you earn.
A higher knowledge.
A higher calling.
Help is needed but only dire circumstances.
But still you need to experience these circumstances.
To understand the risk involved.
Cause one day even if you had a life jacket.
It might dissolve.
All on your own.
Knowing not what to do.
The wrong answer for kids to say is they don't have a clue.
Sometimes it might be hard to get through.
But it shouldn't stop you.
Proud parents are those who can let go without second guessing themselves if they did right by their own kids.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Policeman
Everyday he wakes up
As his bare feet hit the floor
Grabs a cup of coffee
Straps his magnum on once more
Feeds the cat he lives with
Since his wife walked out the door
In nine years hell retire with a pension
Everyday he suffers
cause he sees all kinds of pain
Sometimes feels helpless
In a world thats gone insane
Then he wins a battle
It restores his faith again
Its only human kindness he is after
He is a policeman, you know
All the years and nothing to show
He is a policeman, you know
Every night he comes home
With a sixpack all alone
Feeds the cat he lives with
He picks up the telephone
Needs to talk with someone
But the only love hes known
Was lost forever, he is a policeman
He is a policeman, you know
All the years and nothing to show
He is a policeman, you know
All the years and nothing to show
song performed by by Chicago
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I Told Myself
I told myself
You do love me
Is it really true?
She asked me
I told myself
You care for me
Are you really sure?
She asked me
I told myself
You do miss me
As often as you?
She asked me
I told myself
You need me too
Are you guessing?
She asked me
I told myself
You never tell me
Why on Earth?
She asked me
I told myself
You hide a lot…
Is that friendship?
She asked me
I told myself
You think too much
Does he not feel?
She asked me
Tell me, my love
What shall I say?
To all those queries
That she asked me...
How should I answer?
What should I ponder?
Tell me the truth
For she still asks me...
You For Me
And Me For You
Is it the Future?
One last Question
She did ask me.
I don’t have the answers
Yet she keeps asking me…
May be, she knows,
One day, one moment
You’ll let her know
How you feel for me...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A World Without Kids
a world without kids
no one to call your own
a world without kids
no one to care for
a world without kids
no one to tuck in at night
a world without kids
no one to watch grow up
a world with out kids
no noe to tell right form wrong
a world without kids
it would not be a world anymore
poem by Arielle Harvey
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I think, though, that people will read into a reporter's story a bias that they want to see in a reporter.
quote by Garrett M. Graff
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Gertrude Stein chews the fat
We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Protection
The things you're doing are
Illegal in your own country
So you travel around the world
Looking for your heaven
Little girls are waiting there
Forced to be abused
By you
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as she's sitting there
She's playing with her girlfriends
She is playing with her dolls
Tries to catch a butterfly
But when the monster comes in
She has to put up make-up
Again
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as you're lying there
The sheets you lie on
Are all full of blood
The cross you pray on
But where's your god
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
Nooo
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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My employer was never at any time aware of anything in my past beyond the writing I did, because, frankly, it isn't relevant to the job I was asked to do, which was to be a reporter.
quote by Jeff Gannon
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Silent
What is an art
The artist asked
And I could not
Answer and busy
Composing word.
What is a word
Asked the poet
And I could not
Answer and busy
In a picture.
And what is a picture
I could not get answer
Everybody is silent
Including the nature.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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