I don't know how I dealt with it. I went to a shrink.
quote by Lynn Redgrave
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I keep living life as it's dealt to me. Sometimes, it's not dealt 100 percent. Sometimes it's dealt on the low '30s.
quote by Bobby Womack
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Zimbabwe - An Echo
The day before yesterday
they dealt with the terminally ill to free the hospitals.
Yesterday,
they dealt with those who did not contribute to the economy.
Today,
they dealt with those who oppose the government.
Tomorrow,
they will deal with those who have heard of a better life.
Next week,
do not be surprised at the truck
with bloodstains on its tailboard
at your gate tooting its impatient horn.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Vivid Future
As I walk down the road and think
I think about my adulthood in a good way
My future is going to be a blast, no it won't shrink
I am afraid I will lose my visualization if I blink
Or another thought and become dismay
As I walk down the road and think
As I draw this vivid picture with gray ink
I wait with great anticipation for that day
My future is going to be a blast, no it won't shrink
Oooops, my thought almost had shrink
I quietly ask my thought to lay
As I walk down the road and think
Just then my eyes tried to blink
Because they are waiting for my head to lay
My future is going to be a blast, no it won't shrink
Please don't go away for I still want to think
About the wonderful way
As I walk down the road and think
Of my future that will not shrink
poem by Ashley Jackson
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If I dealt in candles, the sun wouldn't set; if I dealt in shrouds, people would stop dying.
The Scots [A Dirge]
Black Scots and red Scots,
Red Scots and black;
I hae dealt wi’ the red Scot,
An’ dealt wi’ the black.
The Red Scot is angry
Among the sons o’ men—
He’ll pay you a bawbee,
An’ steal it back again.
Black Scots and red Scots,
Red Scots and black;
I hae dealt wi’ the red Scot,
An’ dealt wi’ the black.
The Black Scot is frien’ly—
A brither an’ a’—
He’ll pay you a bawbee,
An’ steal back twa.
The Ginger Scot o’ a’ Scots,
The warst shade o’ Scot,
For he’ll pay ye naething,
An’ tak’ a’ you’ve got.
Black Scots and red Scots,
Short Scots an’ lang,
Ginger Scots an’ bald Scots—
I dealt wi’ the gang.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Lucky Me
I’ve always felt the hand I was dealt was more than fair,
Especially as I sit here and stare
At my homeland, the richest country on earth.
Then I remember parents who appreciated my worth.
They encouraged me to strive for ever new heights
While always discriminating the wrongs from the rights.
Ah yes, no doubt I was dealt a royal flush hand;
A hole-in-one, grand slam I couldn’t have planned.
At the heart of it all is monumental love’s feeling
That convinces me that life truly has no ceiling.
Happiness is for the taking; it’s right over there.
Lucky me…my dealt hand is so much more than fair!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Matters of The Heart
In
matters
of
the
heart
emotions
must
be
dealt
with.
It's
y ou and
I
no one
else
is
permitted.
If true
love
emerges
from
this.
respect
and
trust
must
come
into
play.
If not
this
relationship
will
cease
to be.
longings
and
desires
must
surface.
all
yesterdays
must be
dealt
with.
for
a
tomorrow
to
exist.
poem by Heather Burns
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Destiny
SOLDIER, why do you shrink from the hiss of the hungry lead?
The bullet that whizzed is past; the approaching ball is dumb.
Stand straight! you cannot shrink from Fate: let it come!
A comrade in front may hear it whiz—when you are dead.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Pink, Our Shrink, and Love, I Think
The only things I can think
(Besides think)
That rhyme with pink
Are stink
And wink
And blink
And sometimes I think I need this shrink
Because I hate pink
As the things it rhymes with stink
Like facial functions and thoughts I think
Then write down here in maroon ink
And as said by our shrink
The problem with pink
Is that it can't express the love that I think
And wink
To you as I blink
And now dare to write in maroon ink
As between you and me, it's a link
We both hate the color, I think
Because this poem makes us tickled pink
As we wait in the office of our shrink
Who we hate as much as the color pink
poem by Phoenix Rory
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Tiddly wink
who gives a Tiddlywink, what I think?
If I needed a shrink to read me
Read me? means
Love me means?
Who gives an A-TO Z
Who needs a map to find a clue?
Like a face needs a smokescreen
Like a truth needs disgrace
Neglect needs significant attention
Who needs a shrink
To think what they think?
Hold freud on a bookshell out of view
Who needs religion
Like a cross
And a dusty headed pew?
Who cares must first undress their own indifference
And what is private must be spent in publics view
Who believes in peace
Must first believe in contempt
And who believes in nothing but a holding back,
Must first believe in argument
And if in speaking truth
I concede to all that 's false
Then such marriages are followed by divorce
For who gives a tiddlywink what I write or what I think?
If I wanted to be read, .............I'd see a 'shrink! '
amy pile o crock
aka yvette smith
march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Down
THERE is always hope
when things go down when you sink and shrink
like a coin flip flopping to the depths
of the storm
as one little boy watches yourself
with pity
and perhaps awe
because there is hope
for those that go down the only
tendency
is always to go up
for those that sink
the only hope is to rise
for those that shrink
they grow again on the interstices
of little spaces beneath
and within
and for those that flip flop
the only thing that you see
is the beauty of that
dance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Arms!
World! to arms!
Do you shrink?
What! shrink when the hoofs of the Cossack are crushing
The bosom of mother, the tonsure of priest,
And the youth of a nation, pain-maddened, is rushing
On visible doom, as to tourney or feast?
When the savagest hell-hounds that ever existed
Are hunting the tender and brave of our race,
And the lash of the insolent Tartar is twisted
With mock of defiance, and cracked in your face-
Do you shrink?
World! to arms!
Do you shrink, gallant France, when the blood of a nation,
Ne'er stinted for you, for itself flows in vain?
Aroused by the might of a grand inspiration,
Avenge with your war-clang the souls of the slain.
If you shrink, may you never know ending or respite
To strife internecine and factional hate,
Except when the hand of liberticide despot
Imposes on all one opprobrious fate!
France! to arms!
Do you shrink?
You! politic Austria! now that you only,
If feebly you hesitate, hasten your doom-
Have you yet not discovered that, selfish and lonely,
An Empire but marches blindfold to the tomb?
Let a penitent sword in sublime vindication
Of Freedom its manifold mischiefs undo:
If you shrink, may the multiplied wrongs of each nation
You ever have outraged be hurled back on you!
Do you shrink?
World! to arms!
O my beautiful Italy! nought of misgiving
Doth trouble the summons that touches your pride;
The graves of your slaughtered are fresh, but your living
Are throbbing to conquer, or sleep at their side.
By your maidens equipped, in whose beauty exult you,
Your sons must make ready with pennon and sheen
To go straight. If you shrink-but I will not insult you,
Who, often unfortunate, never were mean.
Then, to arms!
World! to arms!
Do you shrink?
Shrink! England! what! shrink when intoxicate Tartar,
Deriding your wrath, rides in blood to the waist?
When the flesh of the virgin, the bones of the martyr,
The breast of the matron, are bared and defaced?
Do you deem diplomatic frivolities ample
To save you your title of moral and just,
When a horde of ensanguined barbarians trample
Mankind and remonstrance alike in the dust?
England shrink?
No! to arms!
All! to arms!
Will you wait till behind the impassable rampart
Of winter they laugh at your impotent rage,
And your war-nostrils frozen, your ironclads hampered,
Destruction-then ``Order''-shall swoop on the stage?
Yes! the spring will come back, and unbar you the ocean,
But will not the sinews relax of the slain:
Swift! to arms! Set the vengeance-charged tumbrils in motion,
As dread as God's thunder, as blest as His rain!
poem by Alfred Austin
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The Hand That’s Dealt
A game of chance and double bluff
Deception relies upon the blink of an eye
The will to stand firm and do not fight
The hand that’s dealt decider of life
Do not blink or suspect the lie
For the experienced hand knows well
That a truth can become rewritten
To be believed with utter conviction
Judge not the night to come
Nor the morning after
Stay firm and resolute in all you see
Lest you miss a turn of the cards
The slide of hand, a change in play
A silence shall speak to answer suspicion
Upon the final call, a wait is over
And the hands that’s dealt
It shall deliver
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Jack
She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the Jack
Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She play'd 'em fast
She play'd 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back
She's got the Jack.
song performed by by AC/DC from High Voltage
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Intro
old (world if i grow old)
I be shocked myself (i be shocked myself)
Cuz only lord knows (cuz only lord knows)
All the pain i was dealt (all the pain i was dealt)
I should kill myself (i should just kill myself)
And get it all over with (and get it all over with)
But then i stop and think (but then i stop and think)
That's the life that i live (that's the life that i live)
World if i grow old (world if i grow old)
I be shocked myself (i be shocked myself)
Cuz only lord knows (cuz only lord knows)
All the pain i was dealt (all the pain i was dealt)
I should kill myself (i should just kill myself)
And get it all over with (and get it all over with)
But then i stop and pray (but then i stop and pray)
Lord watch over me (lord watch over me)
song performed by by Ja Rule
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How About You
If someone showed you the way
Would you take the wheel and steer?
It hurts me that your not ashamed
Of what you're doing here
If they jumped off a bridge
Would you meet them on the ground?
Or would you try and claim
It never made a sound?
Everyone plays the hand they're dealt
And learns to walk through life themselves
Not everything in life is handed on a plate
When people think your words are true
It doesn't matter what you do
I sold my soul to get here
How 'bout you?
so you choose to force your hand
What a strange way to make friends
And you always change the rules
so the drama never ends
And you blindly go through life
Judging only but it's worth
Just try not to forget
That the meek inherit earth
Everyone plays the hand they're dealt
And learns to walk through life themselves
Not everything in life is handed on a plate
When people think your words are true
It does'nt matter what you do
I sold my soul to get here
How 'bout you?
So please don't take offence
This is just a point of view
'Cause I'm the only one who
Will say these things to you
Everyone plays the hand they're dealt
And learns to walk through life themselves
Not everything in life is handed on a plate
When people think your words are true
It doesn't matter what you do
I sold my soul to get here
How 'bout you?
song performed by by Staind
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Dealt into silence
Dealt into silence
~
I sit and shuffle a deck of cards
Each queen named, a prelude to fate
Momentarily I distract myself enough
To slip into an idyllic peaceful isolation
And what has brought me to this conclusion
That I now turn my back to the world
And seek the confines of solitude
I sit turning each card, counting nothing
For there is nothing in these turns of fate
Each queen I named a sad memory
Of a love I held passed unrequited
The same story, the same bitter ending
Those false promises sound like quotations
Reeling out from liars lips meaningless
And who was there to pick up the pieces
Of the broken heart and weeping soul
The cards are shuffled and dealt
Into silence and solitude
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Brooding In Exclusive Solitude
When there is someone known
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
That would be surreal if...
Someone reached for you to help...
With a trusting faith a friend will aid them...
And not further torture their sorrows.
Give them what you can...
This may begin to lift a lingering doubt away~
Peeled to chase a feud brewing,
In a slow simmer that stews!
That would be surreal if...
This could change the mood left brooding...
In exclusive solitude!
This could be the quick fix needed,
To end a 'beef' between a few
Overcooked but kept out of view!
That would be surreal if...?
When there is someone known,
That grieves.
Dont' try to tell them you believe...
And 'know' what flows and goes around inside.
When unknowing what is felt,
Is dealt by the one who feels its welts!
And watch others run...
Expecting that done by you.
The one who comes to rescue!
That would be surreal if...
Not possible!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How To Be A Millionaire
Ive seen the future, I cant afford it
Tell me the truth sir, someone just bought it
Say mr. whispers! here come the click of dice
Roulette and blackjacks - gonna build us a paradise
Larger than life and twice as ugly
If we have to live there, youll have to drug me
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Millionaire! billionaire! trillionaire!
Hardly surprising if you might consider
Loyalties go to the highest of bidders
Whats my opinion? Id give you ten to one
Give me a million, a franchise on fun
But there are millions who often get nowhere
And theres just one secret I think you should share
Maybe these luxuries can only compensate
For all the cards you were dealt at the hands of fate
So tell me
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire
Tell me! tell me! how to be a millionaire!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont! - I do!
Who wants to be millionaire?
I do! - I dont!
Ive seen the future and I cant afford it
song performed by by Abc
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I would have taken whatever hand I was dealt. Space was it.
quote by Story Musgrave
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