Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
quote by Jean Anouilh
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A tidy everything!
A tidy me a
A tidy you
A tidy clean body or soul
Is a tidy human?
No…
Four tidy bedrooms
A tidy lounge
A tidy kitchen
An evenly cut grass
An organised garage with a freshly washed car is a
Peaceful shelter?
No…
An eventful upbringing
A functioning family
A good manner scheme
Is a blissful gift?
No…
A perfect persons snap
An excellent picture?
No…
A well-educated father
A knowledgeable mother
A lenient couple
An ideal parent?
No…
An old man,
An old woman
A young boy
A child
A toddler
Age concern is it?
No…
A black girl, boy
A white girl, boy
An Asian girl, boy
A Chinese maybe even a mix-race
What does this matter?
It is a multicultural union.
Yes…
A graduate
A chav
A weirdo
A mad man
What does this matter?
Not at all…
Civilisation rolled in one piece - in our hearts, is what makes a single, a “WHOLE”
Not a flash motor or a colourful photograph.
Or a “Rich man” with golden rules!
Life isn’t a race
There aren’t any “winners” nor “losers”.
It is all a myth
Errr…YES!
poem by Noorie Ali
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For Joan Crammond
You told me last year - in between
doing all you could for others
in your state and at your age -
(and that meant working dawn to dusk, at least -
as you had done most of your life)
that you were 'tidying up'
so that your family would have least work
to do themselves when you'd passed on
And so, as just reward, death came to you
tidily,
neatly, smoothly, in your own tidy room
Just a few weeks ago,
when you had done a kindness
spreading word of my poetry,
I sent you a poem on
'A Reminiscence of a Great Lady'
and to my surprise, not just, from you,
a kind and tidy, just response,
but you were deeply stirred
Did you read in it, the great lady
whom we both had known and loved?
Was it what you'd always hoped to be?
Or did you recognise yourself in it - in full?
No need now to question.
No need, anyway; the difference
is not important in eternity.
Not so important as
a tidy, outward life. So,
that poem and now this
to you, for you
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Let Go Joyfully
There comes a time
In everyone's life
When you have to let go
Of something in life
That you love dearly
In order for it to go on living
For if you hang on
You strangle the what little life is left in it
Leaving no chance of ever enjoying,
Those special feelings ever again
For you may never know
When the circle of life
May bring that special something or someone,
Around again to enjoy once more
So let it go joyfulLy
And joy will be yours when it come back around.
poem by David Kush
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Learning To Love All The Mess
three plates remain unwashed
last night the cockroaches feast on the remains
of pork oil and morsels of rice
and bread
the dining chairs are not in place
looking like twigs in the park
after a storm
the table is littered with spilled sauce
the table cloth is stained
alcoholic
and the spoons and forks are still
having catchup on their tongues
and tails
the floor is foul with your dog's urine
and socks and shoes are roaming on the
living room
you guess it right
the universe is a big chaos
and so is this house
which is out of order
like a sink with leaking faucets
you want all your life to be in order
you wish a smooth and tidy place
vested with its own system
name-tagged and cabinetized
pieces
but it simply is not just
the way things work out
your dreams are silly
chaos and pandemonium are the orders of the
days of our lives
and so here i am with this firm resolve
to the flexibility of adaptability
for my survival
since disorder is the law
so must i obey it
to perfect my life and to put order
to my dreams and
properly accept this world's disposition
so must i
love chaos as well
go with the random flow of pandemonium
enjoy the errors
love the mistakes
and i swear to myself
beginning this ruinous day
that i,
wholeheartedly
must love all these mess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gravity Grave
Thank you
This is our last one today
Hope we get into a bit of a groove with it
Get Back, get back again and again
I've been here since I can remember when
My life is a boat, being blown by you
With nothing ahead, just the deepest blue...
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
Come back, come back again and again,
I've been here since I can remember when
Your world just spins whilst mine stands still
Nothing's changed in my gravity grave
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
To me you're like a setting sun
You shine then you're gone
But I want my life
So bright it burns my eyes
Sounds like the perfect way
To end my life
To me you're like a setting sun...
To me you're like a setting sun...
Get it on
Get it on
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
I'm gonna get me somehow
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
I'm gonna get me somehow
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
I'm gonna get me somehow
Come on
Come on
Come on...
Whatever you want
Whatever you want
Load up
Load up
Load up
Load up
Nothing's changed in my gravity grave
My own world's stopped
Your's still spins
We could go up one more time
We could go up one more
One more
One more
One core
One more
One more
One more Come on
But we gotta go
We got one minute left
Come on
We got one minute left
Come on
One minute
One minute...
Thank you
Have a good weekend, all right?
song performed by by Verve
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Remembering mother today
I know mother dear
You were never alone in your life
Because you always
Embraced me
My warm blanket always
During those cold nights
When papa was always away
On his personal journeys
I know mother dear
You always have many thoughts
Forethoughts
Second thoughts
Afterthoughts
To everything that you think and do
You have always
Considered me
More that anybody
Even setting aside
What you are to yourself
In the hierarchy of things
In the order of events
It was always me
Above all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Beyond The Setting Sun
Just beyond the setting sun
lies a land where green leaves grow.
Just beyond the setting sun
seasons different come and go.
A warmly place
of peace and tranquillity.
Just beyond the setting sun
lies a home for you and me.
A place of no worries
where life is idyllic
to spawn generations to come,
warm in the summer sun
and cool as winter comes.
Just beyond the setting sun
lies a home we always wanted,
a paradise of beauty,
fulfilment and tranquillity.
Just beyond the setting sun
where our dreams come from.
There within those pastures green
lies our future destiny,
just over the horizon,
just beyond the setting sun.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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In order to set forth the goodness of God towards myself, I have thought it prudent to record some of the leading incidents of my life, as a means of setting forth to my children that He is a rewarder of them who diligently seek Him.
quote by William Rowley
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Fulfilled
I wandered so aimlessly,
a wanderer only to be.
I walked on the wild side,
until I met someone,
who changed my life around.
They gave me things I never had.
A family to care for,
friend to be there everyday,
something to live for.
So now, we walk together
into the setting sun,
with a life no longer empty.
I have everything I wanted,
and much, much more.
My heart and life is satisfied,
with everything I have.
No longer, I need to wander;
now my life is fulfilled.
poem by David Harris
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When I Think About Leaving
You know some times me and my lady have these crazy fights and when we do it makes me wonder
Are we\'re ever gonna get it right
When I think about leaving I think about me
What my life would be like if I were back to being free
Go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, wouldn\'t have a soul I had to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I got a friend him and his wife just couldn\'t see eye to eye he had all he could
Stand one day and just packed up and said good-bye
When I think about leaving I think about him
That little apartment cross town he\'s living in
Got an old corvette, got a new girlfriend, but only sees his kids every other weekend
When I think about leaving oh I think about him
I never will forget her face or the day she told me about her dad, how he walked out on her
And her mom when she was just a kid
When I think about leaving oh I think about her
Only five years old and her heart filled up with hurt
With her little arms wrapped around his neck saying daddy where you going, are you coming
Back
When I think about leaving I think about her
You know the truth is, most of the time things were really great and I know we got something
Special
When I think about leaving I think about us
How we build this love we share on faith and trust, honest way we talk, tender way we touch,
All those nights we spent making love,
When I think about leaving oh I think about us
When I think about leaving I think again
Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then
In my heart I know I would never leave, there\'s nowhere else on earth I would rather be
When I think about leaving I think again
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving:I think again
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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I'm Sorry Mom
I’m sorry mom for the things I put you through
I’m sorry mom for not doing the things you wanted me to do
I’m sorry mom for leaving you so soon
I’m sorry mom for that call you got that afternoon
Leaving you was the last thought on mind
Just like so many I guess it was just my time
I thought about you the last minutes of my life
I thought about my son and I even thought about my wife
But momma I can imagine how this must be for you
Because I see you when you are alone
When nobody else do
I don’t want you to feel so much pain
There’s really no one to blame
Tell dad to stop grieving
I see his pain as well
I almost didn’t make it
Yall know the life I live
But I had a second chance
And the Lord heard my prayer
My life wasn’t taking instance
I had time to repent
I ask the lord to wash my sins
And show me a better way
He opens up new doors for me
And here is where I stay
So tell everyone who doubted me
I made it anyway
I’m sorry mom for leaving you, without saying goodbye
I’m sorry mom for hurting you, I still see you cry
I’m sorry mom, but be happy for I got my wings its true
Something no one thought Mousey will ever do,
So the next time I see you crying it’s my wing that will be holding you
I’m so sorry mom, and I will always, always love you.
poem by Zonda Davis
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Rumours
My maturity, my will, my old-age, my life, my strength, my mind;
Why do you go away at this time of my life? !
For, i am an earnest man with an address of love;
And like the deep blue sea with the blues of life.
I have the breathing order from the muse of my land to share,
And like sitting here alone on a mat waiting for you;
For the rhythmic order of the blues is from my race,
And like the chronicles of our deeds on this earth.
This way of life and my dreams,
This way of life and my drawings,
This way of life and my ideas,
This way of life and my writings,
This way of life and my paintings,
This way of life and my teachings,
But, where do i go from here?
And like the spell-bind muse of love with the sumptuous act to share;
However, rumours are rumours and, you can't do much about it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lifes Real
*There are so many things in life you face
There are many things in life that brings you down
But, life’s short, sometimes you have to keep going and just smile
Try not staying down to long
Try to put it aside and move on
You can’t live your life stressing on how to deal with things
Life’s much more than that
Sometimes it’s thinking things through
And deal with the important things first
And worry about the other things later
I know you battle with you brain
And your thoughts you chase
I know dealing with feelings and stress is one big debate
*Life’s has a lot of hard work
Life has a lot of headaches
Life has a lot of drama
But believe it or not stressing not the way to deal with things
Life has a way to put you down
And makes you feel you’re beneath it
But, you have to put yourself on top
*Life may play tricks on your mind
That you start to go crazy
Or just plain out of your mind
But believe it or not
There’s always a way to shine
*Life’s real, that I understand
Life’s real, Life you have to EXCEPT
Life you can’t STRESS
Life you have to live at your BEST
Life also you must live to the FULLEST
poem by Chaymeriyia Moncrief
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Hardware Shop
There's nothing so becomes a man
as a local hardware shop - it expands
the horizons of his home improvement, and
brings harmony to his home life as
those little jobs get done;
and although these days a car-trip
would take you to an out-of-town
with wider variety and lower price,
there is greater delight in detailed chat
with that little man around the corner
who's been there since - oh, you knew his father.
He's got it; or will get it; you chat; come out feeling good;
there's order in the world. Things get done.
But they're a dying breed. We had two - didn't know
just how lucky we were until Mr and Mrs Tidy
(how many Tidy generations of hardware had there been?)
with their two shops run together - he in one, she in the other - and
he identified just what it was you wanted; she
knew just where they kept it - suddenly they went, still sprightly young, to
a well-deserved retirement, after a life of virtue.
They exuded some sort of spiritual strength
between them; as if your purchase had
a hint of allegory in some non-conformist book of life.
Which left the other hardware shop. I hoped
that their departure would encourage his own trade
but it was not to be. The stage set of his shop is perfect -
behind the obligatory front-of-shop basics, put out
each day - camping gas, the bags of dried manure,
plastic bins of every size -
the shop is filled in every nook and cranny, leading to
a further vista of boxed shelves, a hint of aisle on aisle
to joy the DIY-er's heart - and
that faintly oily, metallic, woody, dusty, smell - the precious essence
of a hundred years in that same shop, of visits by
a century of proud home owners, treasuring their addiction..
but this is a man upon whom no tidy destiny, no spiritual path
has fallen. Enter his crammed shop with hope, of the friendly chat
that from the furthest depths, produces just the size
of split boggle ring of finest brass that you were looking for,
and what do you get? Twenty minutes of sad-smiled, patient
explanation of why he hasn't got it; couldn't get it,
because they'd want an order of two dozen. It's only done
in industrial sizes anyway. And the supplier's changed hands
and you'll need to change the whole system to metric.
You should have known - for it was always so:
for this he exists, as if living out a punishment for past sins
against the gods of hardware. Or should you (itching to get away)
join in the sad elegaics for a world in ebb, the small shopkeeper
who existed only to serve his fellow villagers? To talk to him
makes you feel that somehow, somewhere, in the back room
of shared humanity, it just might be - your fault...
At last you get away, empty-handed; and wonder at
this world of little shops and shopkeepers:
the joyous absurdity, the hidden tragedy
of lives you daily knock against, yet never really know.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Life is what you want it to be...
Life is what you want it to be…
Life is what you want it to be, no one can make your life only you.
Life can’t be what you want you have to earn it the way everyone does.
Life throws out things that you only can handle.
Life is the wind that blows through the summer cold nights.
Life is all the seasons through the year.
I am life you are life we all are life so don’t waist it now.
Think about our lives with screaming kids and nagging husbands,
We all think sometimes it’s a curse and most it’s a blessing but its life.
We all have thoughts about things that just don’t make since to us but its called life.
We all love life so why not live it we all love life so stick with it!
poem by Siara Ricioppo
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Lasting Losses
Life
Lets nothing last.
Leaving souls to live
Like chalk drawings
Left out in the storm.
Lonely drops on
Lovely works;
Leaving only murky
Lakes of faded color where
Livelihood once took place.
Life vanishes where those
Lucid puddles lay...
...Leaving no pictures perfect
down Memory Lane.
Setting The Woods On Fire
Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and Ill act prouder
You sing loud and Ill sing louder
Tonight were setting the woods on fire
You my gal and Im your feller
Dress up in your frock of yeller
Ill look swell but youll look sweller
Setting the woods on fire
Well take in all the honkey tonks
Tonihgt were having fun
Well show the folks a brand new dance
That never has been done
I dont care who thinks were silly
You be daffy and Ill be dilly
Well order up to bowls of chili
Setting the woods on fire
Ill gas up my hot rod stocker
Well get hotter than a poker
Youll be broke but Ill be broker
Tonight were setting the woods on fire
Well sit close to one another
Up the one street and down the other
Well have a time o brother
Setting the woods on fire
Well put aside a little time
To fix a flat or two
My tires and tubes are doing fine
But the air is showing through
You clap hands and Ill start bowing
Well do all the laws allowin
Tomorrow Ill be right back plowing
Setting the woods on fire
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Settin The Woods On Fire
Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and Ill act prouder
You sing loud and Ill sing louder
Tonight were setting the woods on fire
You my gal and Im your feller
Dress up in your frock of yeller
Ill look swell but youll look sweller
Setting the woods on fire
Well take in all the honkey tonks
Tonihgt were having fun
Well show the folks a brand new dance
That never has been done
I dont care who thinks were silly
You be daffy and Ill be dilly
Well order up to bowls of chili
Setting the woods on fire
Ill gas up my hot rod stocker
Well get hotter than a poker
Youll be broke but Ill be broker
Tonight were setting the woods on fire
Well sit close to one another
Up the one street and down the other
Well have a time o brother
Setting the woods on fire
Well put aside a little time
To fix a flat or two
My tires and tubes are doing fine
But the air is showing through
You clap hands and Ill start bowing
Well do all the laws allowin
Tomorrow Ill be right back plowing
Setting the woods on fire
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Speedway
I get so nervous I'm shaking
Gets so I got no pride at all
Gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more
I guess I just get off on that stuff
I'm thinking about taking some time
I'm thinking about leaving soon
I got some things I can't tell anyone
I got some things I just can't say
They're the kind of things no one knows about
I just need somebody to talk to me
I'm thinking about leaving tomorrow
I'm thinking about being on my own
I think I've been wasting my time
I'm thinking about getting out
Thinking about getting out
In all this time
song performed by by Counting Crows from This Desert Life
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Out Of Order
heart
out of order
brain
out of order
life
out of order
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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